Threesome Erotica
"Scottish Fantasy" a sex story by Kay Jaybee
Stacie uttered an audible gasp when she saw him. He was tall and broad. He had a weather-tanned face, short, slightly spiked hair, and a hint of stubble shadowed his square chin.
Surprised to see two young women walking through his woods so late in the afternoon, the Ranger ushered them inside his hut. He introduced himself as Rob (like Rob Roy! Stacie’s inner voice shouted at her- how perfect is that!), and he looked at them enquiringly as the Scottish brogue rolled from his plump lips.
“I dunna ken what you’re doin’ here, hens.”
Stacie struggled, mystified by both his good looks and his indiscernible speech. She shook her head. She’d thought that the Scottish spoke English.
Stacie’s friend Karen giggled, her gloves stifling the noise from her mouth. “He means he doesn’t understand what we want, honey. ‘Dunna ken’ means ‘don’t know’ and ‘hen’ is the local term for ‘girl’.” Karen stopped laughing and turned to Rob, “Sorry, Stacie hasn’t got her ear geared into the local accent yet.”
“I guess I wasn’t expecting such a strong American voice either.” The Ranger spoke softly. It was incredibly sexy.
Karen ignored her friend, whose eyes had locked onto the Scotsman’s hardy frame. “We’re wondering if you can tell us where we are? We seem to have embarked on a much longer trail than we intended, and we’ve run out of water. Could we fill up our bottles here please?’
Rob’s dark hazel eyes seemed to bore into her as she spoke. Karen couldn’t decide if their presence mildly amused him, or if he was just tolerantly suffering the interruption to his work.
“It’s a good job you stopped, hen,” the Ranger pulled a map off his cluttered desk and pointed a thick finger at a red, dotted line. “You’re here, on the all-day walk. It’s called that for sound reasons.”
Stacie didn’t hear a word he said, only the sound of his voice; the beautiful, gentle burr of his accent; it fitted neatly halfway between Ewen McGregor and Sean Connery.
When Karen had invited her over from the States for a couple of weeks to explore the Grampians of Scotland, Stacie had been thrilled. Not only could she catch up with her gorgeous friend and occasional lover, she could visit an area of the world that had long held a fantasy for her: Kilts, burley men in tight, white vests, cabers being tossed and haggis (well maybe not haggis, not now she knew what went into it), heather, whiskey, and mountains topped with snow.
The heather and mountains were a reality sure enough, as were the late night tots of warming whiskey she’d shared with Karen as they snuggled up together in the king-size bed their Deeside hotel room provided. But until now, in this Ranger’s office, hidden away in the woods near the flooded caves of Burn’o’vat, Stacie hadn’t laid eyes on the Celtic man of her late-night fantasies. Until now.
She stared at him. Despite the coldness of the late winter air he wore no coat, and his green sweater sleeves were rolled back to show biceps honed by hard work. Forget kilts, this was as close to perfect as Stacie’s fantasy was ever going to get.
“I’ll fill your bottles right enough, but if you’ll heed my advice, you’ll go back yon the route you came. Far quicker and safer than going ahead, it’ll be dark in about two hours.”
“Thanks, I think we’ll do that,” Karen said. She watched him carefully as he took their bottles over to his sink. The view of his back was almost as stunning as that of his front. The goldfish expression on Stacie’s face revealed that she was already mentally undressing him, and Karen began to do the same. She was well aware that Stacie had serious fantasy issues where Scottish men were concerned, and wondered how turned on she was. Did she have damp knickers already? Were her nipples hard? As Karen’s thoughts rambled, her own desire began to tweak up a notch. Perhaps… She took a deep breath. Well, why not?
“It must be lonely here, on your own all day?” Karen hoped this didn’t sound too obvious. A glance at Stacie’s face showed that she understood Karen’s intentions all too well. “Go for it girl!” Stacie whispered under her breath.
Rob didn’t turn around. He didn’t need to. He could feel the two sets of eyes on his back, they were almost scorching him. Taking his time to fill the second bottle, Rob thought the situation through. Two of them, both hot tottie. One blonde, one red head. Not too tall. One English, one American. Their bulky winter coats, sensible walking trousers and boots didn’t give much away, but he was willing to bet that once all the layers were off, they would both be a sight to behold. He could be wrong, he supposed, but maybe…
He finally replied to Karen’s question: “I like it well enough, hen. I ken it’s quiet, but I like it that way.”
“So, you don’t get…lonely then?” Karen knew she was being blatant now, but she didn’t care. If she could pull this off, it would be a fine present for Stacie.
Stacie, her mouth dry with anticipation, stepped forward and, pulling off her gloves to reveal two pale hands with violently clashing purple nail-varnished tips, took the full bottles from Rob’s. Making sure her fingers brushed his as she did so. She felt the spark. Stacie reigned in her imagination – don’t move too fast, don’t panic him. But even as she had the thought, she wondered if this was a man who ever panicked. He seemed so together, so strong and controlled.
“Thank you,” Stacie purred at him as she passed a bottle to Karen.
A tacit standoff followed, as tension rippled through the small room. For a moment, no one made a move. Finally, Rob said, “Would you lassies like something to warm you up before going?” His sentence, delivered with a deadpan tone, merely seemed to suggest the sharing of a mug of hot chocolate, but his sparkling eyes suggested so much more.
Stacie felt her knees weaken slightly as Karen replied, “Well, if it’s not too much trouble, that would be lovely.” Another normal sentence, but coupled with enough eyelash fluttering that she might as well have screamed out “Fuck Us Now!!”
“I was just about to light the fire.” Rob knelt at the small grate, already neatly piled with kindling. “Perhaps you’d like to lose your jackets for a while. When this takes, this place gets pretty hot.”
Silently, the girl’s eyes were drawn to the hopping, spluttering flames. They both threw their winter coats over their backpacks, which they’d already dumped by the front door.
The Ranger carefully finished his fire, not stirring from it until it had taken to his satisfaction and was smoking nicely up the chimney. Then, with a measured movement, he stood back up and turned to face his guests, who with unspoken agreement, had divested themselves of far more than just their coats.
Somehow Rob managed to keep his face passive as his eyes travelled from the top of each girl down to her toes. They stood there, in only bra and knickers, holding hands. So, lovers in their own right. He smiled. It had been over fifteen years since he’d been with two women at the same time, and it was a memory that kept him warm during the long winter days and nights as he watched and guarded the woodland and its wildlife. Deciding against comment, Rob wondered which one he’d treat rough and which one he’d simply treat. With a pace that neither girl would have associated with his size, he stripped.
Stacie held her breath as the Scotsman of her erotic dreams became a reality before her. Rob was all muscle, but not as the result of vanity and bodybuilding, not all oiled as if ready for frying. His was real, honest, labour-inspired fitness, and he possessed a developed chest and legs that only outside occupation could provide. As he slid his underwear down his legs, he revealed a dick so long and thick that the girls both gulped at the same time.
Karen glanced at Stacie, this was for her, and so, yanking off her friend’s knickers, she pushed Stacie towards Rob, who, receiving her into his calloused hands, saw that his decision had been made for him. Gently flicking Stacie’s neat tits out from her silk bra, he massaged their peaks with his palms. Her head of red hair was tossed back as she mewed with a yelp of longing. The Ranger quickly silenced her with his mouth, his tongue darting into Stacie’s, sharing the taste of salty masculinity. Delicious.
Karen watched, revelling in the sight for a few moments, before her own need to be touched came too strong to resist. Standing behind her lover, Karen undid her bra and massaged her own chest against the smooth back, whilst stretching slim hands around to engulf and stroke Rob’s balls and cock, making him groan softly into Stacie’s lips.
Sandwiched between the two bodies, Stacie began to rub herself harder against them until her own moans grew.
Suddenly Rob broke away, “If you recall what I said, hen, I don’t like noise.” His eyes blazed as he selected a thick twist of rope from his desk. “You will be silenced.”
Stacie glanced uncertainly at Karen for reassurance. Was this okay? They didn’t know this guy. Karen just smiled. She loved rope games, especially with Stacie. Nodding, she inclined her own head, making sure she made no sound herself. Rob forced the broad hemp between Stacie’s lips, and on under her armpits and breasts, pushing the small globes higher, but not encircling them.
Karen’s mouth watered. She was desperate to fix her lips around Stacie’s almond nipples, held up as an offering in the ropes. But was she permitted to? Rob was so obviously in control now.
He gestured to Karen as he fetched a shorter rope and tied Stacie’s wrists behind her back, “I believe your friend should be forced to simply watch for a moment, punishment for making a noise. Come here.”
Karen did as she was told, her juices already leaking from her as she walked. Dragging the chair forward a little, Rob pushed Stacie down into it, and with a measured economy of movement, he positioned Karen onto all fours on the dusty wooden floor. He knelt behind the blonde woman, who was close enough to the roaring fireplace that he knew her right side would already be feeling uncomfortably warm. How long before she’d want to move away, how long before her flesh felt singed? Rob quickly rolled on a condom, and with a quick feel between Karen’s legs to make sure she was wet enough to take his width, he entered her. He fucked her from behind, rough, wild, like an animal rutting in his beloved wood.
Karen couldn’t help but scream as he stretched her wide. Forgetting about his requirement for quiet, she bellowed with the force of his shag. Never had she felt so full, so totally taken. Experiencing that fine line between agony and pleasure, she longed for it to stop just as much as she longed for it to continue.
Stacie felt tears of frustration gather at the corners of her eyes. She bit into her gag, feeling almost every thrust as she watched the isolated man mate with her girl, hard, without restraint. And then, suddenly, with an almost primitive roar, he withdrew, leaving Karen panting, breathless, and still wanting, her arms and legs aching, her side stinging with the reflected heat of the fireplace. She sank down, turning herself over, so that her cooler side took the brunt of the flames for a moment.
Rob steadied his breathing and stepped over Karen. Kneeling before Stacie, he said, “You liked watching that didn’t you?” Despite his feral performance, Rob’s voice remained calm and level, dripping with Celtic brogue.
She merely nodded, knowing full well what he said was true. He leant forward and began to lick her raised chest. Softly, lightly, in complete contrast to the rough fucking Karen had just experienced. Stacie didn’t know whether to feel grateful or supremely frustrated at the gentle treatment, as the pleasure rippled through her. Rob ran his hands over her face, trailing a finger across her gag and around her lips. Teasingly, stealthfully, caressing every inch of her.
Karen could only sit and watch, still in a heap on the floor, marvelling at the extremes of this amazing man. Would she be punished for her own noise? As she watched him tenderly smooth her bound lover, Karen thought probably not. Rob’s whole personality seemed to have switched, like he’d got his initial burst of pent up lust out of his system, and now he was his usual self.
Rob’s hands inched slowly south of Stacie’s chest, feeling every area of flesh. Continuing with his exploration, he turned to look at Karen, who sat up slightly. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No.” Karen, still mildly shocked by his assault, couldn’t believe he’d even asked her.
“Would you help me here, hen?”
Karen inclined her head, and rose unsteadily to her feet, awaiting his instruction.
He smiled at her reluctance to talk, “It is okay, you are allowed to speak. I have decided that only your friend here should be silent.” He ran his fingertips around the top of Stacie’s thighs as she struggled to remain still in her seat. “Perhaps I should have told you how I like things. Still, I think the element of surprise worked well – don’t you agree?”
Responding to the sexy look in his eyes, Karen nodded. “Yes, I think I do. How would like me to assist you?”
“You could tell me what she likes.”
Stacie squirmed in her chair. They were talking about her as if she was a mere object, a thing to toy with. The idea was more thrilling to her than she could ever have imagined.
“Stacie has always had a thing about Scotland, and Scotsmen in particular.” Karen smiled at her friend, who was beginning to dribble slightly at the sides of her gag.
“Is that so? Well, this is one Scotsman who is very glad to hear that.” Rob knelt down, and pulled Stacie to the edge of the chair, spreading her legs wide so that he could closely examine the folds of her sex. “So, what would drive her nuts?”
“Playing with her clit and her tits at the same time. I did that non-stop for an hour once. I thought she was going to go insane.” Karen felt her body glow at the memory.
“Interesting…but I’m not sure I can hold on another hour.” He looked Stacie directly in the face, “You would like me to lick you, to rub that hard little nub with my tongue, my finger, my dick, yes?”
Stacie nodded fervently, causing Rob to laugh. “Karen, I would like you to stand here please, with your legs straddling Stacie’s. You can play with her tits whilst I’m busy down below.”
Karen moved quickly, stretching her legs over her friends and reaching out to trap Stacie’s nipples between her fingers, which caused Stacie to whimper around the rope. It was lovely to be helping, but all Karen could think about was how close her pussy was to Stacie’s, and how little it would take to sit down and run herself against her lover, bringing them both swiftly to satisfaction. She didn’t though. Rob was beneath both their legs now, and Karen fervently hoped that it wouldn’t just be Stacie’s snatch he played with.
On his knees, and offered two beautiful pussies with which to amuse himself, Rob didn’t initially know where to start. Taking the index finger from both hands, he began to gently rub both clits at the same time. Karen gasped and began to rub Stacie’s nipples harder in response to her own stimulation. Stacie bit harder into her rope; she was so close to the edge now, she felt she might explode at any moment.
Rob felt his own need harden. He wanted to be inside one of these beautiful women, but which? Karen had already proved a comfortable and worthwhile fit, would Stacie feel any better? He had to know. He withdrew his hands from both girls, causing Karen to groan above him, her bereavement only temporary as Rob’s lips clasped around her nub, licking, chewing and squeezing, making her rock, faster and faster, until she came in a gush against his hungry lips.
Unable to support herself, Karen fell back, and landed on Stacie’s lap. Rob sat back a little and smiled at her as she shook before him. Then, lifting Karen out of the way, he pulled Stacie further forward and sat astride her, forcing his dick between her willing legs. Thrusting up and down, Rob fucked her twitching flesh urgently, until he shot his spunk into her quivering, orgasmic body.
In the quiet of their bedroom, overlooking the River Dee, Stacie watched the distant woodland on the far bank. She turned to Karen who was lying on the bed, gagged, her tits harnessed just as Rob had trussed Stacie’s own chest earlier.
There was a knock at the door.
The Ranger stood there, his green sleeves once again rolled up to the elbows. “If I come in and talk Scottish at you, can I shag you both senseless?”
Stacie smiled, gesturing for him to enter the room and observe Karen, impatiently waiting on the bed. “We thought perhaps we’d swap roles.”
“For that, I’ll talk all night,” said Rob, who began to whisper the most beautiful, soft, unintelligible stream of Gaelic that Karen and Stacie had ever heard.
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Copyright March 2008, Kay Jaybee
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