Chapter 1: Chapter 1
The heat shimmered off the asphalt in waves, and Ruth squinted through the windshield at the figure ahead. A man, mid-fifties, dust-colored shirt, a small duffel at his feet. He stuck his thumb out with the mechanical patience of someone who had been at it a while.
Ruth glanced at Dana in the passenger seat. Dana was already grinning.
"Looks harmless," Dana said.
Ruth slowed the car. "He's old enough to be our father."
"That's the point, isn't it?"
The car rolled to a stop beside him, and Ruth leaned across to lower the window. The heat rolled in, thick and dry. The man bent to look in.
"Where you headed?" Ruth asked.
He smiled. The wrinkles around his eyes said he'd done a lot of smiling once. A little silver at the temples, a gut that strained his shirt just slightly. His voice came out warm and tired. "Anywhere the road takes me, ladies. Name's Albert."
Ruth nodded. "We're going up to the lake. We can drop you at the junction."
Albert's face brightened. "That would be mighty kind."
Dana opened her door and got out. "Let me help you with your bag."
Albert waved a hand. "I can manage."
"Please," Dana said. "I insist."
Something in her voice must have given him pause because he hesitated a half-second too long. Then he shrugged and handed over the duffel. Dana tossed it into the back seat and slid in after it.
Albert climbed into the front beside Ruth, settling into the cracked leather with a sigh of relief. Ruth pulled back onto the road.
For a while they drove in silence, the only sound the hum of the engine and the wind through the cracked window. Albert watched the country roll past. He seemed at ease, too at ease, the kind of comfortable you get when you've been alone for a long time and any company is good company.
"Been on the road long?" Ruth asked.
"Few weeks," Albert said. "Since the divorce went through."
Dana leaned forward from the back seat, resting her chin on the seatback between them. "Divorce. That's rough."
Albert chuckled. "Thirty years with the same woman. You'd think you'd know a person. Turns out you don't."
Dana hummed sympathetically. Her hand drifted up and touched his shoulder, light as a falling leaf. "Must be lonely, being out here all by yourself."
Albert glanced at her, then at Ruth. He caught the look in Dana's eyes and something tightened in his face. "I'm fine. Really. You can just drop me at the junction."
"We'll do better than that," Ruth said. "We'll take you somewhere you can rest."
The car bore left onto a dirt track, gravel crunching under the tires. Albert sat up straighter.
"This isn't the way to the junction," he said.
Ruth smiled, small and easy. "It's a shortcut."
The track wound through thick pines until it opened into a clearing with an old cabin. Rusted tin roof, a sagging porch, the bones of a summer place that hadn't seen use in years. Ruth killed the engine.
Albert's hand found the door handle, but the locks were already down.
Dana's hand closed around his wrist, firm enough to make him flinch. "Don't," she said.
He tried to pull away, but Dana was stronger than she looked. Ruth turned to face him, and there was no warmth in her eyes now.
"Here's how it works," Ruth said. "You're going to do exactly what we tell you. You'll walk inside, you'll lie down, and you'll be good. Make it easy on yourself, and you might still enjoy the lake before it's over."
Albert's mouth opened, but nothing came out. He looked from one face to the other, searching for the joke, for the punchline that never came.
Dana drew a length of rope from her bag. "Don't scream," she said. "There's no one for miles."
The cabin door swung open ahead of them, and Ruth stepped inside first. The floorboards smelled of cedar and dust. A single cot sat against the far wall, stripped of sheets, the mattress stained and sagging.
"Home sweet home," Dana said.
Albert moved stiffly past the threshold. His eyes darted around the room, looking for a way out, a weapon, anything. There was only the cot and the bare plank walls.
Dana pushed him onto the mattress. He landed hard and rolled, but Dana was on him in a second, knees pinning his hips. Ruth came in from the side, and between them they got his wrists bound to the bed frame with rope that bit into his skin.
Albert thrashed. "What do you want from me?"
Ruth knelt beside him, brushing a strand of gray hair off his forehead with surprising gentleness. "We want you to behave. That's the whole thing. Do that, and nobody gets hurt."
His chest heaved. Sweat darkened his collar. "Why me?"
Dana laughed, low and warm, like this was the funniest thing she'd heard all year. "Because you stopped."
She reached down and worked his belt loose. Albert tensed like a wire pulled tight, and Dana leaned close to his ear.
"Here's what's going to happen. You're going to lie there and let us use you. You're going to be quiet. And when it's done, you're going to thank us."
He swallowed. His heart beat under her hand fast and scared. Ruth watched from the chair by the window, unfastening her shirt with slow, deliberate movements.
The lake light slanted through the grimy window, catching the dust in the air. The cabin settled around them, quiet and patient.
Dana smiled down at him. "Comfortable?"
Albert said nothing.
"Good," she said, and set to work.
Dana's fingers had just found his belt buckle when Albert spoke. His voice was calm, almost lazy, cut through the tension like a knife through warm butter.
"If you wanted to get fucked, all you had to do was ask."
Dana's hands stilled. Ruth paused with her shirt half undone.
Albert's chest rose and fell slow and even beneath them. The fear in his eyes had melted away, replaced by something wry and knowing. The wrinkles around his eyes deepened again. This time, the smile was his.
"I knew what you wanted the second you slowed down on that road. A pair of pretty girls in their thirties picking up a man my age? You didn't want company. You wanted a toy." He let out a low chuckle. "That's why I let you take me."
Dana sat back on his hips. Her mouth opened, closed, opened again. Nothing came out.
Ruth stepped closer, shirt hanging loose. "You're lying."
Albert rolled his shoulders against the mattress. "Am I?"
"Then why did you try to run at the junction?"
"I didn't try to run. I tried to act like a man who was still in charge of his own life." He tugged at the rope around his wrists. "This is better, though. Now I don't have to pretend."
The cabin went quiet. Somewhere outside, a jay screamed.
Dana looked at Ruth. Ruth looked at Dana. Neither of them spoke, but a whole conversation passed between them anyway.
Albert lifted his chin toward his own pants. "Go ahead. You want 'em off, take 'em off. I'm not going to fight you."
Dana's jaw tightened. She undid his belt with a brisk, angry yank and pulled his pants down around his thighs. The rope around his wrists stayed, but he didn't thrash. He just watched her, patient and easy, like a man who had all the time in the world.
Ruth knelt on the floor beside the cot. "What is this?"
"It's whatever you want it to be." Albert shifted, working his pants the rest of the way off himself, kicking them to the floor. "I've been alone for seven months. Divorced, no kids, no one to answer to. You think I turned down every hitchhiker who stopped before you?"
Dana stared at him. "You're saying you've done this before."
"I'm saying I know what I am." His wrists strained against the rope, not to escape, but to test the give. "The question is, do you know what you are?"
Ruth's hand moved to his calf, fingers wrapping around the muscle there. "We're the ones holding the rope."
"Sure you are." Albert met her eyes. "But you're also the ones who picked me up. You're the ones who drove me here. You're the ones who tied me down." His voice dropped. "So has anybody ever told you what you really are?"
Dana's breath hitched. Her thighs tightened around him.
Ruth's hand crept higher up his leg.
Albert watched them both, and there was no fear in him at all. He'd handed them the power the moment he'd confessed. But his eyes had the look of a man who'd taken it straight back.
"Untie me," he said. "I'm not going anywhere."
Dana reached for the rope.
Ruth grabbed her wrist. "Don't."
"You heard him."
"He's playing us."
"Is he?" Dana looked down the length of Albert's body, arms bound over his head, chest bare, pants gone. "Because I don't think a man who wanted to escape would have made it this easy."
The rope came loose. Albert sat up slowly, rubbed his wrists, and looked between them. The sun caught the silver in his hair.
"Now then," he said. "You girls going to stand there staring, or are you going to take what you came for?"
Dana's grin came back, slow and hungry.
Ruth's hand went to her own belt.
Albert moved fast for a man his age. He had Ruth's belt undone before she could blink, her jeans half off her hips, and then he was on his knees in front of her, pulling her shirt over her head. Dana watched from the cot, propped on one elbow, her grin gone slack and wondering.
Ruth's bra followed. Albert hooked his fingers under the straps and dragged them down her shoulders, and she stood there in the middle of the cabin floor, half naked, breathing hard.
"Turn around," he said.
She turned. He unhooked her bra and let it fall. Then his hand slid into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her thighs. She stepped out of them without being told.
Albert ran a hand down her back, curving into the small of it. "Lie down."
She did. The floorboards were cool against her skin. He came down over her, knees on either side of her hips, and she looked up at him with wide eyes while Dana crawled to the edge of the cot to watch.
Albert's mouth found her neck. He kissed slow, wet, savoring, and Ruth's hands came up to grab his shoulders. He worked his way down her throat, across her collarbone, then lower. He took her breast in his mouth and she arched into him with a small, sharp gasp.
"Jesus," Dana breathed.
Albert gave each breast its due. Long, thorough attention. His tongue circled her nipple until it peaked, then he'd switch to the other. Ruth's fingers dug into his back. Her hips started to move on their own.
Then he shifted down. He kissed her belly, her navel, the soft skin just below. Ruth's breath hitched. He flipped her onto her belly with one smooth motion, so fast she barely had time to react.
"Legs off the bed," he said.
She was on the floor, but the cot was beside her. He pushed her knees onto the edge of the mattress, so her thighs hung down, pelvis tilted up. Then he buried his face between her legs from behind.
Ruth made a sound she didn't know she could make. His tongue was flat and broad, then pointed, working her open. She gripped the floorboards and pushed her hips back against his mouth.
Dana leaned down close. She wanted to see. Albert's hands held Ruth's hips steady, and he ate her like a man who'd been starving. First orgasm hit Ruth fast and hard. Her thighs clamped around his head and she cried out, muffled against her own arm.
Albert didn't stop. He kept going, licking through the aftershocks, and she twitched under him. He slowed down, drew it out, made her wait, then drove her up again. The second one came rolling through her like a wave, and she sobbed into the floor.
"Three," he said against her skin. "That's a good number."
Ruth was beyond answering. He curled his tongue and pushed two fingers inside her, crooked them just so, and she broke a third time. Her whole body went rigid and then loose, and she lay there panting, cheek against the dusty boards.
Albert pulled back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sat up on his heels. Dana stared at him, and then at Ruth, who was trembling, glistening, ruined.
Ruth rolled onto her side. Her face was flushed, her hair plastered to her forehead. "Where did you learn that?"
Albert laughed, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. "Thirty years of marriage, sweetheart. You learn a thing or two about a woman's body when you're the only one allowed to touch it."
Dana stared at him, her eyes dark and glittering. "Your wife let you do that to her?"
"My wife didn't let me do anything. That was the problem." He looked at Dana, and his gaze traveled down her body like he was mapping it. "She never wanted it the way you two do. She never looked at me like I was a meal."
Dana's tongue wet her lips. "And how do we look at you?"
"Like you're hungry." Albert stretched, slow and easy, his cock already thickening against his thigh. "Now get those clothes off and spread those legs wide for Ruth. I want to watch her eat you while I fuck her from behind."
Dana didn't hesitate. She pulled her shirt over her head, tossed it to the floor, and worked her jeans down her hips. Her skin was pale and smooth, freckled across her shoulders. She kicked the jeans aside and stood there in just her panties, watching him watch her.
"All of it," Albert said.
She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slid them down. Dark hair, neatly trimmed, already wet at the seam. Ruth sucked in a breath at the sight.
"Get on the bed," Albert said. "On your belly."
Dana climbed onto the cot and stretched out. Albert turned to Ruth, still sprawled on the floor, flushed and breathing hard.
"You know what to do."
Ruth rose on unsteady legs. Her thighs still trembled from what he'd done to her. She crawled onto the cot, past Dana's ankle, past her knee, until her face hovered over Dana's cunt. Dana spread her legs wide, arching her hips up.
Albert's hand landed on Ruth's ass with a light slap that echoed in the cabin. Ruth gasped, and Dana grabbed the mattress.
"Position," Albert said.
Ruth lowered herself until her mouth met Dana's wet heat. Dana made a sound low in her throat and pushed her hips against Ruth's face. Ruth started slow, tongue flat and broad, tasting her, learning her. Dana's fingers found Ruth's hair and gripped.
Albert moved behind Ruth. His hands settled on her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft skin. He spread her open with his fingers, feeling how soaked she already was, and let out a satisfied grunt.
"Now hold still," he said.
He pushed in from behind in one hard stroke. Ruth's cry vibrated against Dana's cunt, and Dana shuddered. Albert set a rhythm immediately, deep and punishing, his hips slapping against Ruth's ass with every thrust. The cot groaned under them.
Ruth kept her mouth on Dana, working her clit with her tongue, sliding two fingers inside her. Dana writhed beneath her, hands twisting in Ruth's hair, thighs beginning to shake.
"That's it," Albert grunted. "Eat her like you mean it."
Dana's back arched off the mattress. "Fuck. Ruth, right there, don't stop."
Ruth doubled down, curling her tongue against Dana's clit while Albert fucked her from behind. He was thick and hard, driving into her with a rhythm that had her moaning into Dana's wetness. Every thrust pushed her face deeper into Dana's cunt, and Dana responded by grinding against her mouth.
"Look at you two," Albert said, voice strained. "A pair of hungry little sluts who picked up the wrong man."
"We picked up the right one," Dana gasped.
"Yeah?" Albert's hand landed on Ruth's ass again, harder this time, and Ruth whimpered. "Then take it."
He drove into her with renewed force, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. Ruth's whole body rocked with each thrust, her face pressed into Dana's pussy, her moans muffled. Dana came first, crying out sharp and sudden, her thighs clamping around Ruth's head. Ruth kept licking through it, drawing it out, until Dana went limp and trembling.
Albert didn't slow. He reached around Ruth's hip and found her clit, worked it rough and fast. Ruth's mouth slipped off Dana's cunt for a second, gasping for air.
"Don't stop," Albert ordered.
Ruth dove back in, tongue seeking Dana's clit again, and Dana jumped at the touch, oversensitive. Ruth held her thighs open and kept going anyway.
Albert's rhythm turned frantic. He drove deep and held, grinding against her, and came with a guttural sound, spilling inside her. The heat of it flooded through Ruth, and she shuddered into Dana's thighs. Albert collapsed onto her back, all his weight on her, and the three of them lay tangled, breathing hard.
The cabin settled into silence. The jay screamed again somewhere outside.
Albert's voice came low against Ruth's ear, still pressed against her spine. "Now that's a welcome I haven't had in thirty years."
Albert's weight shifted off me, and I felt the cot dip as he moved. I rolled onto my side, breath still ragged, and watched him slide off the bed and stand between Dana's sprawled legs.
"Your turn," he said to Dana.
Dana propped herself up on her elbows, her grin returning slow and wide. "About time."
"On your belly," Albert said. "Same as Ruth."
Dana rolled over without argument, tucking her arms under the pillow. She looked back over her shoulder at him, thighs already parting, that trim dark hair glistening. Albert turned to me and jerked his chin toward her.
"Get between her legs and eat her out like I taught you," he said. "And this time, don't come up for air until I tell you to."
I crawled forward, my knees finding the sagging mattress. Dana reached down and pushed my hair back from my face, her eyes half-lidded and dark. "You heard him," she said. "I want to feel you the whole time."
I lowered my head between her thighs. She was slick and hot, and when my tongue found her clit she gasped and pressed her hips up. I took my time at first, teasing her with broad strokes, then sharp pointed flicks that made her breath catch.
Albert knelt behind me. His hands found my hips and pulled me back as he positioned himself. Dana watched him from over her shoulder, her mouth open, her fingers already twisting in the sheets.
"Hold still," Albert said.
He drove into me in a single hard stroke. I cried out against Dana's thigh. She shuddered. The angle was different from before, deeper, rougher, and he set a punishing rhythm that rocked my whole body forward with every thrust.
My face stayed buried between Dana's legs. I worked her clit with my tongue, sliding two fingers inside her. Her hand fisted in my hair, holding me to her, and she arched hard with every thrust Albert sent through me.
"That's it," Albert grunted. "Watch her work, Dana."
"I'm watching," Dana panted. "She's so damn good with her mouth."
"Then give her something to work with."
Dana spread her legs wider, curling her hips to meet me. I doubled down, tongue circling her clit, then flattening to lap at her like a woman starving. The rhythm of Albert's cock inside me pushed my face into her again and again, and soon I had no rhythm of my own, just the pressure of his thrusts and Dana's grinding hips against my mouth.
Dana came fast. Her thighs clamped around my head and she cried out sharp, bucking so hard I almost lost my place. But I kept my mouth on her, tongue working through the aftershocks, and she shook so hard the cot banged against the wall.
Albert didn't slow. He reached around me and found my clit again, thumb circling rough and fast while he drove into me from behind. Dana's knees fell open and she watched me lose my mind, watched Albert's hand work me, his hips slapping against my ass.
"Fuck," I whimpered against her thigh.
"You stopped," Albert said. "Put your mouth back on her."
I dove back in. Dana's oversensitive clit twitched under my tongue and she whimpered, but she held her thighs open and let me work. Her hands found my hair again and she ground against my face while Albert fucked me from behind.
I came the moment Albert's thumb pressed harder, a broken sound swallowed against Dana's skin. My whole body went rigid and then loose, and Albert drove through it. He came with a guttural grunt, spilling deep inside me, and collapsed onto my back with all his weight.
The three of us lay tangled. Sweat cooling on my skin, the dusty smell of cedar in my nose. Dana's fingers traced lazy circles on my shoulder.
"Jesus," she breathed.
Albert's hand found my hip and pulled me off Dana. I rolled onto my back beside her, chest heaving, and watched him move between us. He knelt over Dana, one knee on either side of her hips, and looked down at her.
"Legs wide," he said.
Dana spread them. Her thighs fell open like a book, glistening and ready. Albert reached down and guided himself to her entrance, sliding the head of his cock through her wetness. She arched her hips up, trying to take him, but he held back.
"Not yet," he said. He looked at me. "Get up here."
I sat up. He gestured to Dana's face.
"Sit on her. She's going to eat you while I fuck her."
Dana's grin spread wide. She patted her own face, fingers tapping her lips. "Come here, baby. Let me taste you."
I crawled over her, straddling her head. Her hands came up to grip my thighs as I lowered myself onto her mouth. Her tongue found me immediately, flat and warm, lapping at me with long strokes. I braced my hands on the wall behind the cot and let my head fall back.
Albert drove into Dana in one smooth thrust. She moaned into me, the vibration shooting through my whole body. He set a rhythm, deep and steady, and every stroke pushed her face harder against my cunt.
"Fuck," I breathed.
Dana's tongue worked me like she was starving. She circled my clit, then sucked it between her lips while her fingers spread me open. I rocked against her mouth, grinding, my thighs trembling on either side of her head.
Albert looked up at me. His eyes were dark, his jaw tight. "How's she taste?"
"Better than I remember," I panted.
"Good." He drove deeper into Dana, hard enough that she cried out against my skin. "Because she's not stopping until she's had her fill."
Dana doubled down. Her tongue pushed inside me, curling, while her thumb found my clit and worked it rough. I rode her face with abandon, my hips circling, my hands clawing at the wall. The cot banged against the cabin wall with every thrust Albert sent through her.
"That's it," he grunted. "Ride her. Fuck her face."
I did. I ground down on her mouth, taking what I needed, while Albert hammered into Dana from above. She was caught between us, pinned beneath my thighs and his weight, and she loved every second of it. Her hands gripped my ass and pulled me harder onto her face.
My first orgasm hit me fast, a sharp crack of pleasure that made me cry out. I thrust against Dana's face through it, and she kept licking, kept sucking, drawing it out until I sagged forward.
"Don't stop," Albert said. "She's not done yet."
Dana's tongue found me again. The touch was electric, too much and not enough. I whimpered and tried to pull away, but her hands held me down.
"Stay," she mumbled against my skin.
I stayed. She worked me slow, teasing, building me up again. Albert watched the whole thing, his pace steady, his eyes fixed on my face while Dana ate me from below.
"Give her another one," he said.
Dana doubled her efforts. She curled her tongue inside me and sucked my clit into her mouth, and I came again so hard I saw white. My whole body seized and my cry echoed off the cabin walls, bouncing between the cedar planks.
Albert felt Dana tighten around him at the sound. He cursed through his teeth and drove into her harder, faster, chasing his own end. She moaned beneath me, her hips bucking against his thrusts.
"That's it," I gasped. "Fuck her. Come inside her."
He did. He buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural sound, his hips grinding against her. I felt it through her, the way her whole body clamped down. Dana came with him, a shuddering release that made her mouth go slack against my cunt.
We all collapsed. I rolled off her face and lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. The dust motes swirled in the lake light. Albert pulled out of Dana and flopped onto the mattress between us, his chest rising and falling hard.
Dana turned her head to look at him. "Not bad for a man we picked up on the highway."
Albert let out a low chuckle. "Not bad at all."
I must have drifted off. The last thing I remembered was Dana's hand on my arm, her breathing slowing, the creak of the cot settling under the three of us. The cedar smell had soaked into my clothes. The lake light had gone gold, then orange, then faded to nothing.
We lay tangled in a heap, Albert in the middle, Dana pressed against one side and me against the other. I rested my cheek on his chest and felt his heartbeat slow into sleep, trustworthy as a clock. Dana had thrown an arm across his belly, her fingers curled into the soft hair there. The satisfaction was so deep in my bones I couldn't move, didn't want to.
The night came through the grimy window, cool and quiet. A single mosquito whined somewhere.
I don't know when I fell asleep. I only know that I woke to darkness and a weight pressing against my back, and heat. A thick, insistent heat, hard and pushing into the cleft of my ass through my clothes.
My eyes opened. The cabin was pitch black. Dana snored softly somewhere to my left. Albert's breath was warm against the back of my neck.
And his cock was rock hard against me.
He shifted. The mattress creaked. His hand found my hip, slid up my side, and closed over my breast with an unhurried, possessive grip.
"Morning," he said. His voice was thick with sleep, roughed up like gravel.
"What time is it?"
"No idea." His thumb circled my nipple through the fabric. "Doesn't matter. I woke up with a hard-on and a woman in each arm. That's the whole plan right there."
Dana stirred. I heard her make a sleepy sound, heard the rustle of her moving, and then her voice came from the dark. "Is it morning already?"
"Close enough," Albert said.
He rolled me onto my back. The cot dipped and groaned, and Dana made a complaining noise, but she was already moving too, reaching across the dark until her hand found my stomach, then lower.
Albert's weight settled over me. His mouth found my throat and I let my head fall back. My body was still tender from the day before, still loose and open, and the heat of him against me was enough to make my blood stir again.
"Come here," he said to Dana.
She crawled up beside us. Her hands found his back in the dark, working down his spine, and he shuddered.
"Both of you," he said. "I want you both. Right now."
There was nothing gentle about it. He pushed my shirt up, and Dana helped pull it over my head. His mouth found my breast in the dark and I gasped and arched into him. Dana's hand slipped down my belly, into my underwear, and I felt her finger trace along my wetness.
"Already ready," she murmured.
"I never stopped being ready," I said.
Albert laughed low against my skin. Then he moved down, yanking my underwear off, and buried his face between my thighs. The first stroke of his tongue made me cry out, the sound swallowed by the dark.
Dana knelt beside us. I heard her breathing grow heavy, and then Albert pulled back and spoke to her.
"Lie down. On your back."
The mattress shifted. Dana stretched out beside me, and Albert moved to her. He spread her legs and she whimpered at the first contact of his mouth.
"Both of you against the wall," he said. "Sit up."
We obeyed. Backs against the rough planks, legs spread, and Albert knelt in front of us.
"Fingers," he said. "Both of you. Show me how wet you are."
I slid my hand down between my thighs. Dana did the same. In the dark I could hear the wet sound of us, smell it, bitter and sweet and familiar.
"Put them in your mouths."
I brought my fingers to my lips and tasted myself. Dana did the same, and the sound she made was hungry and desperate.
Albert watched us with no eyes at all, just his breath in the dark. Then he moved between Dana's legs again, driving his tongue into her with a ravenous speed that made her cry out and grip the mattress.
"Wait," she gasped. "You said you wanted both of us."
"Patience." His voice came muffled against her skin. "I'll get to you, Ruth. Don't you worry about that."
I slid down the wall and watched him eat Dana. She was loud now, no longer holding anything back, her hips bucking against his face. Her hand found mine and squeezed.
He worked her until she was shaking, until her whole body arched off the wood. Then he pulled back and crawled to me.
"Now you."
He parted my legs. His mouth found my cunt and I gasped, clutching the back of his head, riding his tongue through a haze of pleasure that had been building all night.
Dana crawled to us. Her mouth found my nipple, and I broke. Between her teeth on my breast and Albert's tongue on my clit, I came apart with a cry that bounced off the walls.
Albert pulled back. The cot creaked as he rose.
"Now," he said. "I'm going to fuck both of you until you can't walk."
There was no argument. There was only the dark, and the three of us, and the long night ahead.