There is a book, likely printed in the 1970s, about massage. It came into my home when I was newly married and very naive, and in it was a photograph that has stuck with me as I've outgrown not only that marriage but also those old ideas of what it meant to be good.

The photo was of a woman enjoying a massage on a wooden dock that jutted out into a small lake in the mid-afternoon sunshine. She was naked and surrounded by men who were massaging her in what was purported to be a sensual but, the reader was assured, not a sexual manner. The fact that they were also naked made this ring a bit false, and I have wondered, from time to time, how it really played out. Because you can't ask me to believe that after having her sun-warmed skin touched all over by 8 hands at once that the woman in the picture wasn't as hot and bothered as anything. I don't believe it.

So here's what I think happened next...

The young woman, let's call her Sunny because it is the 70s after all, has been enjoying a spontaneous vacation at a gorgeous lakehouse, owned by a man she met a few weeks ago in a bar. I think we'll call him Cliff. He is handsome and makes her laugh, and when he invited her to spend a week as one of his house guests, she didn’t hesitate.

So never mind how this massage session came about, with Sunny face down on the gently rocking dock, and Cliff and three of his handsome friends gathered around her, no one wearing a stitch of clothing. It's not relevant.

Sunny is feeling utterly turned on, as the men's hands play over her oil-slick skin. They start on her hands and feet, then work up her arms and legs, and just as she is hoping one of them will just grab her ass already, they shift, one expertly smoothing out knots in her neck while the another works his fingers at the bottom of her spine and the others work the muscles in her thighs to putty. She moans softly as fingers move across her back, measuring each rib, each vertebra. She is a conflicted mess when they finally stop, feeling relaxed and wonderful and, at the same time, tense with desire.

She wiggles her ass invitingly, but her host just pats it, saying, “I hope you enjoyed that,” before diving into the lake. His friends follow, one of them winking at her before arcing into the cool water. They swim out to the raft at the centre of the lake and then back, comfortably chatting as they climb in and out of the water, splashing and diving, while Sunny lies basking on the dock, every breath of the wind a caress on her sensitive skin. She considers rolling onto her back and finishing with her fingers, but she really wants those hands back, all of them, and more. She smiles as she remembers glimpses of muscled thigh, proud cock, sun-darkened ass, and aches for all of it.

After a while, she picks up her book and empty water glass and wanders back up to the lake house, showering and then pulling a short, loose dress over her bare skin. She finds herself in the kitchen when the men return, shorts now pulled over their still-damp skin, riding low over sun-kissed hips.

She is a smoldering mess, her nipples hard and aching under the fabric of her dress as she remembers the exquisite feel of all those hands running over her. She’s sure it must show in her face, her breathing, in the heat pouring off of her in waves. But the men just smile and get on with the pleasant chore of preparing dinner as the sun lowers in the sky. She gets the feeling that these men spend a great deal of time together. Cliff, whose tongue on her pussy had reduced her to incoherent sobs before breakfast that morning; Dave, tall and lean with freckles all over; Rudy, stocky and muscular in a way that reminds her of a biker she once knew; and Tom, who had winked before diving into the lake.

Cliff delegates her the task of making a fruit salad. She finds herself entranced by the feel of the slick papaya between her fingers as she slips it from its skin, and blushes when she realises that it is a perfect echo of the slickness between her legs. She neatly cubes the sweet flesh, then moves on to the blueberries, focusing on picking each perfect juicy berry, making a neat pile to one side of hulls and still-green fruits. She knows that they are all watching.

She puts a fat berry in her mouth and feels it burst on her tongue, focusing all of her desire in that moment on the sweetness in her mouth. She moans softly, and Cliff chuckles.

“Not used to denial, are you?” he asks bluntly.

She shakes her head, her cheeks flushing even as desire floods her. He is very aware of her discomfort. She resists the urge to reach down and show him what she thinks of denial, resists the urge to slip her sticky fingers between her legs and rub the eager ache there. Instead, she masters her lust for the moment and looks up into his dark eyes instead, then smiles as demurely as she can and returns to her task. Whatever he is playing at, she has decided that she is game.

Meal preparations continue, with flirting glances and, when opportunity arises, teasing touch. Each of the men finds reasons to move past her, placing a hand on her ass, her shoulder, brushing the curve of her breast, as they move the dishes out onto the veranda and set the table for a sunset meal.

She is wondering if she should have put on a pair of panties when Cliff comes back into the kitchen and finds her gathering a handful of glasses and several bottles of wine. He comes up behind her, catching her between his warmth and the countertop. He wraps his arms around her, his hands slipping down over her breasts as he whispers in her ear.

“Are you interested in finding out what the fellows have to offer this evening,” he asks, “or would you prefer I call them off and let you have a chaste evening watching stars and listening to the radio?”

Sunny, trapped with her hands full, desire coursing through her, arches into him and murmurs “Please, I would very much like to know what you all have to offer.”

Cliff smiles against her hair, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples and says, “Ok. They will be pleased to hear it. Massage isn't the only thing they do well together.”

He releases her and takes the wine from her, kissing her as he does so, then turning to lead the way out onto the veranda.

Low wicker chairs and sofas, softened with cushions, surround a large, low table. Torches burn all around, casting warm, flickering light over the feast they have prepared. Perfectly grilled steak and roasted vegetables sit beside the fruit salad and a golden loaf of rustic bread. She hands out glasses and Cliff pours.

“A toast,” he says, “to finishing what we started.” He grins at her, and all three of his friends echo it merrily. Sunny blushes again, and sips her wine.

The meal is delicious, but Sunny barely tastes it, and is both relieved and terrified when it ends. Tom reaches over and refills her glass, then leans in and kisses her until she is breathless, his mouth tasting of wine and papaya.

When he stands again, he looks around at his friends and announces, “Yup, I think she's willing!”

Then, he turns back to her and says, “I think you should finish that wine so it doesn't get spilled.”

As he speaks, Cliff slides to sit on one side of her, and Dave joins on the other, his hand settling warmly on her thigh. She leans her head back and gulps the wine, and they laugh as she sputters and hands Tom the glass.

She feels lightheaded, leans back into the soft cushions and lets the room spin, then takes a deep breath. Her skin feels electric. The men exchange glances, then she feels Rudy lean in from behind her. He tugs her dress up, sliding it over her head. As he does, he catches her wrists and, before she realises what is happening, has them neatly bound behind her neck.

“Cliff says that you enjoy a bit of rough play,” Tom says, his voice rich and low. "Tell us your safeword, and then stand up and follow Rudy”.

Sunny looks at them all, clearly taken by surprise. "Sunflower," she stammers after a moment.

She stands up as gracefully as she can, Cliff steadying her with a hand on her ass.

“Come along, pretty girl,” Rudy says. He walks back into the house and up the stairs, and Sunny follows, the others right behind.

At the top of the stairs, Rudy opens a door into a room that appears to run the length of the house. Floor-to-ceiling windows line one side, looking out over the moonlit lake. A mattress on a low platform is centered in front of the windows, the rustic wood beams of the sloped ceiling dotted with hooks, many hung with glowing lanterns. There are soft cushions heaped on the bed and more strewn in corners. She shivers with delight, wondering what the evening will hold.

She is still looking around, wide-eyed, when Tom asks, “So, who’s going to warm her up?”

She blushes deeply, still unused to the idea of being the center of this sort of attention, still uncertain how this will go.

Cliff laughs. “I had a go this morning, why doesn’t someone else do the honours?”

Dave steps forward, sliding his shorts off and stepping out of them, revealing a firm ass and firmer cock. He nods to the bed.

“Why don’t you kneel there,” he says, grinning. She tries to obey, but her bound hands prevent her from balancing on the unsteady surface, and she tips forward awkwardly.

“Oh, my, that’s not right,” he chuckles. “Rudy?”

Obligingly, Rudy steps forward, and she hears a hiss in the air.

“She needs a few smacks, to help concentrate her mind,” Dave asserts, and she squeals as Rudy swiftly strikes her round buttocks with something soft and stinging. He delivers a half dozen blows, and she squirms under them, stinging, embarrassed, and very turned on.

“Want to try again,” she hears Dave ask. She takes a deep breath.

“Please, may I have help balancing?” she asks as she rises to her knees, keeping them further apart to help prevent another faceplant. She looks around, meets Cliff’s eyes.

“Please?” she repeats.

He pauses as though to deny her, then relents and comes to sit cross-legged on the bed, facing her. He braces his arms against her shoulders, and before she is quite certain this will work, she feels warm fingers slide between her legs. She is slick as papaya, and as ready as she’s ever been. Dave puts his hands on her hips and pulls her onto his ready cock with one smooth movement, then thrusts. She rocks into Cliff’s hands, but he is ready, and supports her as she moans. She pushes against Dave hungrily, but he isn’t going to let her cum that easily. After a couple more glorious moments, he pulls out of her. When she moans a complaint, he cheerfully slaps her pink ass, skillfully causing more noise than pain.

Cliff leans forward and kisses her as she whimpers with frustration. Then she feels hands on her, reminding her of the afternoon on the dock. But this time, they are on her ass, her breasts, slipping now and again between her legs to tease her clit, then slide away. She is shaking with desire, when Cliff pushes her upright and the others stop their teasing.

In her ear, Rudy murmurs, “You, my dear, are altogether too eager. Shall we teach you some patience?” Her heart hammers at hearing his voice.

“Let’s play a game,” he continues. “Can you help her stand?” he asks the guys, who are all looking pleased as punch.

Before she knows it, she is balanced by many hands, wobbling in the middle of the mattress. Cliff grabs the knot securing her wrists and lifts her hands over her head, catching the knot over a hook in the beam above. It’s just the right height to steady her without pulling her shoulders. She feels a shiver run down her spine.

The game is simple, it turns out. In ones and twos and even sometimes all at once, the men run their hands over her, teasing and pinching and kissing and sucking. The moment she moans, or rocks her pelvis, or lets her head fall back or her knees weaken, they stop, and Rudy steps forward with the flogger. It began with 5 smacks, and he has been adding them by threes and fives as he sees fit. She knows because Tom suggested she needed to count out loud.

She has never felt every inch of her flesh like this. She is so exquisitely sensitive that she’s sure she can feel every strand of the flogger as it licks around her ass, stinging and biting. They are very skilled, and she is not experienced at this. By the time she has figured out the rules to the game, Rudy is at 14 smacks, and when he gets to 23, she has tears running down her cheeks. She isn’t sure if they’re tears of pain or frustration.

Finally, after 32 smacks on her now-fiery ass, her breath coming in ragged gasps, Rudy judges the game at an end. “You’ve done well, little sunshine,” he says, kissing her surprisingly gently before Dave lifts her off the hook and lowers her to the bed, her hands still bound.

Her ass stings at the touch of the blankets, and the guys grin to see her grimace. They all cuddle down around her, holding her until her shaking has calmed. She is still breathing hard, tears drying on her face.

Tom takes one foot and begins to massage it, and she has never felt anything like it. She moans contentedly as he works his fingers under her toes. By the time he has finished and moved to the other foot, she is breathing normally again, feeling relaxed and drowsy. He begins to move up her calf and the others slowly start to touch and nibble and caress again. She lets herself melt into the mattress, into their touches, and finding someone’s mouth, begins kissing him deeply, not even opening her eyes to see who it is.

Before long, she feels her legs being spread, and hands run over her thighs, pinching gently. Then she feels a cock press against her swollen pussy.

“Ready, duckling?” a voice asks. Rudy, she thinks distractedly.

“Please, yes please,” she replies, kisses forgotten for a moment.

He plunges into her, fucking in earnest, and she moves against him, all the dammed up desire rushing free. She feels hot mouths suckle her nipples. Nothing had prepared her for the sensation of those lips, tongues, teeth on her sensitive skin. She arches her back with delight, unsure where her edges are anymore, all the sensations flowing into an immense, glorious whole; the delicious insistent fucking, the soft hard gentle rough mouths on her nipples, hands she has lost track of touching every part of her.

After a few moments, she shudders, feeling the long awaited orgasm crash over her in an unstoppable wave. She feels Rudy’s desire, but he is patient, more than she. After the orgasm subsides, he pulls from her and, with a few strokes, finishes, splashing hot cum across her belly. She opens her eyes to see Dave and Tom leave her breasts, Tom planting a kiss before shifting, Dave cupping her breast, a thumb resting over her nipple. She shifts against his touch, torn between desire and exhaustion.

“Next?” Rudy asks, moving from between her legs.

Cliff, who has been kissing her, nibbles her throat then says “I’m in” and moves away to kneel in the space vacated by Rudy. Someone wipes her belly gently and she whimpers as she feels Cliff eagerly pressing against her.

“May I?”

She nods, not trusting her voice, and as she feels the exquisite torture of being fucked again so soon, the hands and mouths begin again. This time, she screams, shuddering almost instantly against the cock slipping rhythmically deeper and deeper. Her orgasm doesn’t stop him, and she tries to concentrate on the fingers pulling and pinching her nipples, sinking into the adrenaline.

She feels unmoored and floating, as though if these hands let go of her she would float through the ceiling and into the stars. She surrenders to another orgasm, and Cliff grunts in approval.

“Good girl. You waited a long time for this, may as well enjoy it properly.” She moans, her cries of pleasure nearly sobs in her throat.

Cliff keeps moving in her, and she can feel tension building in him. The hands around her are touching roughly, counterbalance to the electric goodness, carefully calculated to hold her back from yet another orgasm. She focuses on the pinching and slapping, letting Cliff’s glorious cock fade to the background. It works for a few moments, then he pushes harder yet into her, and as though on cue the hands immobilize her. The orgasm tears into her as Cliff groans and she feels him shudder in response, deep inside her. She shrieks and shakes under the men’s hands, aware only of pleasure rolling through her. It is all they can do to hold her still as the orgasm runs its course.

Finally, Cliff shifts and she sighs, utterly boneless under the strong hands. They loosen their hold as Cliff slips from her and snuggles up beside her, taking her in his arms. Rudy curls up on the other side of her, and she opens her eyes to look at them all.

Dave and Tom smile at her, then each other. Something passes between them. “Do you mind if we excuse ourselves,” Tom asks, and all she can do is nod.

“Thank you for being a great sport,” Dave adds. The two men unfold themselves and leave the room, hands entwined. She is too dazed with pleasure to be surprised and merely smiles after them.

After a few moments, Cliff unties her wrists and helps prop her up on the cushions, massaging her fingers, and Rudy offers a glass of water.

“There’s more wine, if you wish,” he says, “but I thought you might want this first.”

The cool water is the best thing she’s ever tasted. She leans her head against Rudy, looking out at the starlit sky, the moon low over the horizon.

Still, they don’t sleep for hours. First, Cliff brings more wine and some snacks, and they chatter quietly.

Then, gently, slowly, they begin again, touching and kissing and caressing. Her mouth on Rudy’s cock as Cliff slowly fucks her to another orgasm. Then more touching, teasing.

And in the early hours of the morning, Rudy nibbles and kisses her somehow still eager pussy while Cliff holds her against his chest, his hands playing lightly over her breasts. She watches the moon, higher now, as Rudy sucks her clit just as he had been sucking her nipple earlier. She feels herself, swollen beyond anything she can recall, pulsing between his lips. Her movements are a tiny fierce echo of the fucking he had given her earlier, as she thrusts against his mouth and shudders into it. She stills his head with her hands, leans back into Cliff, and grins up at the watching moon.

A few minutes later, she is curled up, sound asleep. The men tuck her in and leave her to a well-deserved rest. She dreams of floating warm in the sky, the moon beside her.

And that is what I think happened afterwards.