Unicorn Ch. 04

**Authors Note: All of the characters in this story are over 18.

August

Lauren felt fingernails run up her thigh and she was suddenly very awake. She sat in the back of the motor home with her earbuds in. She was still a little high from her morning wake and bake with Mr. Preston and it was easy to drift by in a state of bliss.

"Do you want to stop for lunch, honey?" Mrs. Preston asked. Her lover had curled up next to her on the sofa and sighed as she wrapped her arms around Lauren. It was a sofa by day and a bed by night. The Provost motor coach slept six and the running joke was that they'd only had gotten four in the bed. At least so far. Mrs. Preston kept her warm hand there on Lauren's thigh. Her huge diamond ring caught the sunlight and spread a starry blanket of twinkling lights on Lauren's skin.

"I vote yes," Mr. Preston called from the driver's seat. "There's a hot dog place a couple of miles away that's amazing."

"You say that about all food, Mark," his wife teased him. She and Lauren giggled as they wove their fingers together. He did, he loved to eat and he always ate with the same gusto that he did everything else. He seized everything with both hands. That included the two women in his life, Lauren thought with a smile.

Mr. Preston chuckled and glanced in the rear view mirror for a moment. "I do, but don't hot dogs sound delicious right now?"

Lauren and her dark haired lover looked at each other and shrugged. Mrs. Preston had an impish look on her face and something stirred between Lauren's legs. Her body was so attune to the Prestons, it was almost as if it sensed what was required before Lauren herself knew. Mrs. Preston placed both hands on Lauren's bare knees and said in a voice full of shadows, "You know what sounds delicious right now?"

Lauren just smiled and removed her earbuds. Both of the Prestons loved her in sundresses so Lauren had packed them all. So far, that was all Lauren had worn on the trip. The dresses were more convenient than shorts and halters. Lauren wore no panties underneath and she felt even more bare than completely naked. She liked the sensation of it; her pussy right there, available to be ogled by anyone who might happen to be at the right angle.

And her lovers enjoyed the show.

Lauren asked, "What sounds delicious?" She asked in an innocent voice, as if she had no idea what Mrs. Preston might be referring to. She asked in a way that suggested that she didn't already ache for Mrs. Preston's kisses along her inner thighs.

Her dark haired lover pushed up the bottom ruffle of Lauren's green flowered sundress. She murmured, "You. Just you." Mrs. Preston said it in that far away voice that was mesmerized by the sight of Lauren's nakedness. "Always you," Mrs. Preston slipped her fingers along Lauren's bare thighs and when she reached the hot crease between the top of Lauren's thigh and her pelvis, she added, "Forever you."

Mrs. Preston ran just the tips of two fingers over Lauren's lower lips. She barely traced the line that parted her and then, the same featherlight touch on one lip and then the other. Lauren opened her legs wider and purred. She melted instantly in her lover's embrace. "Always you," Lauren repeated in a whisper. Lately they had said things to each other that had sounded like vows. She and the Prestons seemed to be entering some new place. A pact, a ritual that brought them together in some uncharted territory.

Lauren was a little scared and she loved it all at the same time.

"Sharon, can you pull her dress up just a little more?" Mr. Preston wondered. He was watching, he always watched and he was always ready. The king's lust for Lauren and his wife had no bounds.

"I would love to pull her dress up more," Mrs. Preston told her husband with a brilliant smile. For the road trip, Mrs. Preston seemed to have completely relaxed. Lauren wondered if it was because most of the time, it was just the three of them.

Maybe it was the almost perpetual orgasmic haze. Mr. Preston had told Lauren from the beginning that the queen was most at ease after climaxing. She wore long skirts and tee shirts mostly and lately Lauren felt something masculine inside when she stared at her queen. She felt like touching herself as she stared. Lauren felt her eyes outline the shape of Mrs. Preston's breasts and hips through her clothes. This morning, her dark haired lover had her black hair long and loose down her back and that was the way that Lauren liked it best. Mrs. Preston sank to the floor between Lauren's legs and slowly pushed Lauren's sundress up to her belly. "My love," Mrs. Preston whispered as she let her eyes take in Lauren's bareness.

Lauren felt the heat there. She knew that she was to be bare and aroused and ready, always ready. She was their concubine and served for their pleasure. No matter how many fantasies or roles or other lovers came and went, Lauren was always their harem girl. She was to be on display for the king and queen. Lauren felt the thrill of it as she swelled and her hips became loose and her thighs splayed wide. Her pussy already ached for more even though she had cum with both of them before they had set off for the day.

"Beautiful, beautiful," Mr. Preston said in a drowsy voice, as if just a glimpse of Lauren's naked body could hypnotize him.

Mr. Preston was always relaxed. Unlike Mrs. Preston, he just didn't give a damn what people thought. But Lauren hadn't seen him in pants on this trip let alone a suit. He had taken to wearing a bathing suit all day and would put on his fluorescent pink Sex Pistols tee shirt or maybe his black Rolling Stones shirt when they stopped to eat.

This morning, he was bare chested. His thick, dark hair was still a mess from being between Lauren's legs and she wondered if he knew how incredibly sexy he was like that.

A horn blared and the motor coach swerved and Mrs. Preston screamed.

Mr. Preston assured her, "It's okay, it's okay, darling. Sorry about that. I wasn't watching the road."

Mrs. Preston was out of breath and sank her forehead to Lauren's legs and shook her head. "I thought you could masturbate and drive at the same time," she said with a nervous laugh. Lauren guessed that the Prestons had probably done that many times before.

"Damn," her husband muttered. "I must be losing my touch."

Mrs. Preston pulled Lauren's dress down again. The possibilities were always endless and the queen could keep Lauren simmering all day. Mrs. Preston kissed her cheek as she sat next to Lauren once again. "I can't really blame you, babe. I can't think of anything else when I see her pussy either." Mrs. Preston wrapped her arms around Lauren's waist and rested her head on Lauren's shoulder. The electricity always buzzed there, just a slow, rolling boil. It was easy to make it crackle. Lauren liked the thought that at any moment, she needed to be naked for one or both of them. "Maybe you really do need to stop for hot dogs," Mrs. Preston told Mr. Preston. "And then we could all get in back for a bit."

She raised her eyebrows to her husband. That was code for pulling the cushions off the couch and tumbling down onto the mattress. They would quickly pull the sundress off completely and the Prestons would ravish every inch of Lauren. She'd be devoured. Hungry mouths and fingers would explore her sweet, young body as Lauren cried out in ecstasy for both of them. All of them.

They made love constantly and being in such close proximity seemed to have just made the desire more desperate.

"Okay, hot dogs it is," said Mr. Preston with a wink to the rear view.

***

It was late afternoon when they pulled into the Ventura Beach RV resort. Mr. Preston parked the motor coach in front of the office and blew them each a kiss before he went inside. "Be right back, baby dolls," he said in his new drawl that he'd picked up as they had driven through southern Illinois.

When they were alone, Lauren asked Mrs. Preston, "So what's going to happen at the swingers party?" She sounded nervous and she wanted to be cool but couldn't quite get the thought of a mess of greasy, slippery bodies in a quivering pile out of her imagination.

Mrs. Preston pulled Lauren to her lap and ran her fingers through Lauren's hair. "Well, first of all, you don't have to do anything with anyone, my love."

Lauren nodded, good, that was reassuring. She wasn't worried, she knew that the Prestons would always protect and guide her.

"Most of the time, there's a lot of men jerking off," Mrs. Preston said with a roll of the eyes. "And it's a lot of naked bodies that aren't necessarily the kind of bodies you see in porn."

Mrs. Preston kissed Lauren gently on the mouth. Her dark haired lover still tasted like their lovemaking combination. The queen tasted like Lauren's juices, the creamy fount of her pleasure that had tricked down Mrs. Preston's face and neck. She also tasted of Mr. Preston's seed and his balls and Mrs. Preston had sucked his fluid from him as her husband buried his face between Lauren's legs. Lauren loved to smell and taste her lovers, she loved to be marked by them. Lauren found Mrs. Preston's tongue with her own and licked her bottom lip before tasting inside.

When their mouths parted, Lauren asked in a whisper, "So if I just watch, it's okay?" She remembered the orgy in Lake Geneva and that was just women. For some reason, the appearance of men made it different, like there was something dangerous there. Lauren was a jumble of energy and she wasn't sure if it was just nerves or something deeper.

Being fucked by nameless, faceless strangers seemed terrifying but she couldn't deny the palpable ache she felt either.

Her lover answered between kisses. Mrs. Preston held Lauren's mass of curly, blonde hair, up and away from her neck so that she could douse her with kisses. A rain shower of Mrs. Preston's lips on Lauren's neck and along the curve of her bare shoulder. "You can just watch, darling girl. In fact, I think I know someone who would enjoy it even more if he knew that you were watching."

Mr. Preston was a natural exhibitionist and reveled in his freedom. Mrs. Preston occasionally teased him and called him a show off and that made him just do it more. Lauren loved that he was so free and thinking about him showing off for her made Lauren blush.

"What about you? What will you be doing?" Lauren wanted to know.

Mrs. Preston grinned and her eyes shone with mischief. "Well, I am not quite as slutty as Mark," they both laughed at that. "But I have to admit that since you went to Virginia's pool party, I've kind of had a taste for an orgy." Mrs. Preston said it in the low voice that she used when she was about to take Lauren to bed and it sent a shiver down Lauren's spine. "I think Mark is right," Mrs. Preston held Lauren's hand to her mouth. "You are the fountain of youth."

Mr. Preston opened the door and returned to his seat. "We're all set ladies. We are going to park this thing and then we should get ready to party."

It took an hour to park and hook up the gas and water. Mr. Preston always lowered the awnings and set out the deck chairs as well. "It's our porch," he joked. Once they had all taken a seat, he settled down to the serious business of getting just the right amount of high for maximum satisfaction.

Mrs. Preston wanted bourbon neat and her husband poured her two fingers. His fingers lingered over hers as he handed her the drink, his touch so loving and easy. He took a seat behind Lauren in the deck chair. He scooped her thick mane of hair to the side so that it draped over one shoulder and bared her neck for him. "So that just leaves the two of us, little girl," he murmured. Mr. Preston's warm breath on her bare skin made Lauren liquid inside. "What's your pleasure?"

With Mr. Preston's big body pressed against her back, it was hardly a fair question. She was his little girl and sometimes when she remembered his incestuous fantasy, she would climax almost instantly. Her lover, her father, her king, she fluttered between her legs every time he was near. Lauren could feel his longing and his warmth as he clasped Lauren to him. Mr. Preston's big cock was already half hard and it pulsed in his swim trunks. It lay against his thigh, ready to spring. "My pleasure is to give you pleasure," Lauren confessed. Her voice trembled as her hips automatically responded with the new craving to that familiar girth behind her.

"Then I would like you to turn and face me," Mr. Preston made it a command. The concubine bent to the will of her sultan. Lauren obeyed quickly and watched as Mr. Preston opened his legs wider so that Laura fit easily between them.

"Now take your sundress off for me," his eyes smoldered. They were dark pools of longing and depravity. The circles were almost entirely gone. In fact, Lauren was sure that, like his wife, Mr. Preston had never looked so happy as he had this month. He was flushed and had a glow about him. He almost always had a wicked smile on his face and at the moment, he seemed to only have eyes for Lauren.

With one tug, Lauren was naked for her lover. She set the dress aside and looked down at her body. She had blossomed this summer. There were changes that she sensed and some were actually etched on her skin. She looked ripe and voluptuous. Lauren's flesh seemed to shimmer. Everything was so sensitive that Lauren felt she constantly needed to touch herself. They had just made love this afternoon and already she wanted him again. Lauren's clitoris seemed to ripen and bloom in his close proximity.

"Aw, Jesus," he whispered. That was the thing about the Prestons, Lauren thought. As experienced as they were in everything sexual, they still were blown away sometimes. It seemed like it was still constantly brand new and it was adorable. "Now, open your mouth and stick out your tongue, little girl," the sultan commanded softly. His cock was completely hard and it stirred at the sight of her.

Lauren did exactly that and tasted the cherry flavor of the candy that he'd set on her tongue. He placed the other half on his tongue and closed his mouth and swallowed. His hungry eyes moved down to Lauren's button nipples. "These pretty little breasts," he murmured and traced around and under them slowly with just the tips of his fingers. "Is my love going to play tonight?"

Lauren shivered and watched as her nipples hardened into aching points, eager to show themselves to Mr. Preston. They were buttons on the tops of her small breasts, full of life and ready for his mouth. "I'm not sure, I might."

Mr. Preston rose from the deck chair just enough to pull his American flag swimsuit down over his ass and then off his legs. Completely naked, Lauren sighed as she took in his body. She had always thought of him as handsome, even the very first time they met. Now, she found him irresistible. His muscular legs, his powerful chest, his soft belly, she loved every inch. Everything was covered in black hair, like he was a mysterious, savage beast from the woods who had come to fuck her against her will. "I don't want to take the chance that our girl isn't satisfied," Mr. Preston murmured as he caressed Lauren slowly from her shoulders to her waist. His fingers meandered from her hips to her thighs. Lauren felt her head ease back and her mouth open, soundless, her heart raced as he touched her. "I remember my first party," he continued, his voice teased her skin as much as his fingers. "I just watched and at the end of the night, I thought I might burst."

They both laughed. "I can't imagine that," Lauren told him. She closed her eyes and bathed in the sensation of his fingers and his breath and the love for her that radiated from him.

"Me at a swinger party?" Mr. Preston asked, his voice seemed to add, "come on, have we met?"

Lauren giggled, "No, I can't imagine you not being in the middle of it and fucking everyone."

Even Mrs. Preston joined in the laughter and Mr. Preston pulled Lauren close. His belly and chest were slick with the sweat of the day and the head of his swollen cock pushed against Lauren's fat, splayed wetness. "I can be shy," he whispered and then kissed her mouth softly. "I was a little nervous when we met you. And I guess tonight I am too."

He pulled Lauren into his lap and his cock slipped from its resting on her lips. It slid down Lauren's dripping crevice and he tilted his hips and pushed inside. She gasped like she always did. Even after all the times that Mr. Preston had fucked her; hard, slow, easy, fast, furiously, even after all that, it still was a surprise to feel him. "You're nervous about tonight?" she wondered as she pushed her hips down to take her lover deeper inside.

Mr. Preston pulled Lauren into him, his face in her hair, his lips on her pulse. "Just stay where I can see you, okay my love?" There was a hint of worry in his voice. Her king pressed his damp forehead to her chest as his strong hands cupped around Lauren's cheeks.

"I love watching you two," Mrs. Preston purred. Lauren turned to watch her queen, her love, set her bourbon down and pulled her tee shirt off. Mrs. Preston's large breasts tumbled free and Lauren couldn't help but sigh at the sight. The dark haired beauty had never replaced her bra after they made love that afternoon. If Lauren had known, she surely couldn't have kept her mouth to herself. Mrs. Preston looked Lauren in the eye and plucked her deeply reddened nipples with both hands as she watched Lauren take the last bit of her husband's cock. "Oh honey," Mrs. Preston said with an easy smile as she stretched back in her chair.

Out here in the open, people weren't far away. Lauren could hear conversations and laughter and she could smell the smoke of a fire. It was all in some other, hidden place, another reality. The real world was just this, the three of them.

Lauren's saturated pussy made loud, sucking sounds as she moved up and down on Mr. Preston's beautiful dick. The noises grew louder the faster he guided her. Up, almost off and then slammed back down into his lap, this wasn't a slow grind. This wasn't the kind of lovemaking where he whiled away the day making her body sing. Sometimes Mr. Preston would press into her and study her clit with his fingers while Lauren came and then came again. This wasn't tender. This was a vicious reminder of the big dick that waited for her at the end of the evening's festivities.

Lauren squeezed Mr. Preston's throbbing shaft tightly as her fingers dug into his broad shoulders. "Yes," she called out as the tremor came from deep inside, the pull, the ache. Broken open, wide open for her lover, Lauren closed her eyes as the burst of the orgasm began deep inside. He consumed her, Mr. Preston filled her and fucked her to her very core. As he felt Lauren rain her extravagantly juicy orgasms down his body, he always let out a victorious howl.

Mr. Preston held her close as she rode the swell of ecstasy. Lauren's body trembled with the ripples of pleasure that began deep inside and radiated all the way to her toes. "God, our girl is so beautiful," Mrs. Preston said with a contented sigh, as if she had climaxed along with Lauren.

Perhaps she had.

Mr. Preston spoke and Lauren could feel the vibration of his deep voice in her skin. "Yes she is," and he kissed Lauren's neck. "And now my cock is going to be wet from her all night."

It was all foreplay. Mr. Preston hadn't climaxed and Lauren could feel him throb inside but he held back. She almost felt sorry for the first person he fucked tonight.

Mr. Preston smiled fondly as Lauren moved from his cock and stood to stretch. She could feel both of her lover's eyes on her body as she stood with her arms overhead. Lauren felt the cool of what had begun to be evening rush down her bare back.

Mr. Preston asked her, "Are you good or do you need some more candy, little girl?" He sounded so perverted and then laughed at himself.