Dean was buried in me, soft but twitching, his breath warm on my tits as I ground my hips down in slow circles. My folds raw and greedy from our last round, but I wasn’t finished. We were under the covers. I knew the others were still out there, but I didn’t care. Let them listen.

I rocked again, grinding my clit along his root, teasing the length back to life. He groaned into my chest, one hand lazily pawing at my arse, the other tangled in the mess of my hair.

But then there was a creak on the boards. Then Cole pulled the covers back.

“Morning, sweetheart,” I said, “Fancy a closer look?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Zeke elbowed past Luis. “So is this the part where we draw straws or what?”

I rolled my hips slowly, showing off every wet grind of my cunt around Dean’s prick. He was almost fully hard again now, pushed up deep, balls pressed tight against me. I looked over my shoulder at the others.

“I’ve got a deal,” I said, voice thick with arousal and amusement. “You want in? You’ve got to earn it. You want a go? You’ve got to do my fantasy first.”

They all groaned after hearing what I wanted from them, but they all went off to get ready while I slowly kept grinding onto Dean.

When they finally returned, I was still gently rocking on Dean. It was hard to hold back and not speed up, but I was patient. I wanted to watch the show. I had spun round, riding him in reverse cowgirl so that I could have a good view of my entertainment. 

From outside, I heard singing start.

The three hairy, muscled, grisly men I had been playing with marched into the cabin. They were dressed in jeans, plaid shirts, and hard hats, singing the Monty Python Lumberjack song. Bridget stood by the door, clearly wanting to watch the show as our burly co-workers sang about cutting down trees and working all day. 

Zeke took over for the second verse. He had a deep, resonant voice that was surprisingly good. He really went to town on the final line about butter scones; he stretched out the final word like an opera singer. Apparently, he enjoyed opera as well as poetry.

As they sang the chorus, I thought about how this had always been a favourite skit of mine, and working with lumberjacks for years had left a deep desire in me to have them perform this song. Now I had them all dancing to my tune.

Luis took over; his voice was rough and gravelly, but he made up for it with the dancing as he sung about skipping, jumping and pressing wild flowers.

He skipped down the middle of the cabin, prancing ridiculously along with the singing. I was still riding Dean, slow and wet, grinding down onto his cock in thick, gliding strokes. He was just trying to keep up. I was soaked. Dripping. My folds slid over his shaft with each bounce, every rock of my hips squeezing him inside me. He moaned under his breath. 

It was then that the real show started. As Cole kicked off his boots, then dropped low and popped his arse. Making me squeal and clap at the perfectly executed slut drop. The flannel slid off his shoulders. Revealing a black satin bra, that he had borrowed from Bridget. The straps dug into his thick shoulders, the whole thing stretched over his hairy chest like it was about to split.

Zeke didn’t miss a beat. His shirt came off with a flourish, revealing purple lace stretched tight across his hairy ribs. His nipples poked through the fabric. He winked at me, then shook his chest till the bra jiggled. I clenched on Dean’s cock and gasped. That did something to me.

Cole took the lead again after the next chorus as they sang about wearing high heels, suspenders, and a bra.  

On the final line, as they claimed, they wished they were girlies. They all went for the trousers, pulling them off as they held the note on "Mamaaa." Zeke got all operatic again.

Cole’s thong was neon green, tight under his balls, with his arse completely exposed. His cock flopped out the side as he turned and gave me a full view. Veins thick, tip already beading.

Zeke wore white lace knickers with frills that barely held his stiff prick. He struck a pose, both hands on his hips, cock bobbing with the effort it took to keep from laughing.

Luis's knickers were stretched to the edge, cock massive and dark, curving up toward his belly with a gleaming smear leaking from the tip. 

I stared; I had not expected that Bridget had had quite that range of underwear available. I glanced over at her; she was doubled over, tears streaming from her eyes as the boys pranced around the cabin. 

I moaned. Couldn’t help it. My pussy clenched hard around Dean’s cock, and he gasped, fingers digging into my hips. I’d been rolling on him the whole time. 

The three of them stood there, panting, stripped down to mismatched bras and knickers, cocks out, hard as timber. The Monty Python chorus had ended, but they still stood at attention, waiting, chests rising, barely holding themselves back.

I dragged myself up Dean’s cock, then slammed down again, letting out a low, filthy moan.

“Alright,” I said, voice filled with heat. “Come here, you fucking idiots. You’ve earned it.”

They didn’t need telling twice.

The second I gave the word, they surged forward. Luis and Zeke reached me first. Both their cocks were bulging out of the thongs. I reached out, one hand for each thick, dripping shaft, barely needing to move the thongs to have good access. I wrapped both hands around their shafts and stroked them together, slow at first, watching their stomachs tense and breath hitch.

Dean moaned under me, loud and broken. His hips bucked once, and I slammed back down, my pussy clenching on his cock, swallowing him whole again.

Then Cole climbed up in front of me, the green thong riding up his arse. I leaned forward, still grinding on Dean, and sank my teeth into the waistband of Cole’s thong. Tugged. He hissed when my teeth scraped against his skin. I growled low in my throat, pulling the fabric down until his cock sprang fully free, thick and leaking, standing proud right in front of my face.

I let the knickers go and they snapped back under his cock, leaving me free to lick a thick, wet stripe up the underside of his shaft. He groaned, hands braced on the headboard above me.

Behind me, Zeke moaned as I squeezed his cock tighter, twisting at the tip with every stroke. Luis grunted, balls tightening in my grip.

Dean was groaning beneath me now, bucking gently, trying not to lose it. His cock throbbed inside me, every pulse dragging slick heat through my folds. I bounced harder, faster, letting the slap of skin fill the room while I took Cole’s cock between my lips.

He moaned the second I wrapped my mouth around him. I sucked slow and deep, letting his length fill my mouth while my tongue worked along the base. My hand didn’t stop moving on Luis and Zeke, stroking both cocks in time with the thrusts of my mouth and the grind of my hips.

Dean whimpered under me. “Jill, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” His cock jerked inside me, his balls tightened, and I felt every pump fill me, warmth blooming through my core as he spilled deep into me. His cum flooded me for the second time that morning. I kept grinding through it, riding him until he was whimpering, until his whole body shook beneath mine.

I clenched on him, milking every last drop while my hands still worked over Luis and Zeke’s cocks. Both slick now. Zeke had started thrusting into my fist. Luis was panting, sweat running down his chest.

I grinned, slowing my grind to a lazy roll, savouring that messy, sticky fullness. But I didn’t get long. Cole grabbed me, one arm around my waist, the other under my thigh, and he hauled me clean off Dean’s cock. His cum dribbled out of me instantly, dripping down my thigh as he carried me to the next bed. His cock stood up like a bloody battering ram, bouncing with each step, smeared with spit, shiny and hard.

He dropped onto the mattress and pulled me over him, hands firm on my arse.

I straddled him, knees on either side, and looked down as Dean’s cum dripped from me, dribbling onto Cole’s cock.

Zeke groaned behind me. “Fuck me, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He hadn't seen anything yet.