by Zara Chase
As though reading her mind, one of the guys slid his hand inside her panties and rubbed his palm teasingly across her mons. Briana moaned. Having three men touching her, exploring her, teasing her, was beyond anything she’d imagined feasible. Pulsating warmth tumbled through her, shards of pleasure blasting her body from all sides as Fergal dropped a sizzling line of damp kisses across her shoulders and continued to play with her tits. Her other stocking disappeared, along with her garter belt. Her panties fell around her ankles, and she was now completely naked.
“She’s ready,” Harley said.
“Lie down, Briana,” Fergal said. “This way, with your head closest to the fire. Lift your arms above your head. Harley’s gonna fasten them to the guard rail.”
“Oh.” She scrambled into position, glad that the only illumination in the room was provided by the fire and candlelight. Perhaps they hadn’t been able to see her well enough to notice the flaws. She was glad to delay the inevitable.
“Not oh,” Fergal said sharply, tapping her thigh. “You have to earn this. Ask Harley to cuff your wrists.”
“Please, Master Harley,” she said, biting her lower lip to stop herself from laughing or, worse, from her excitement becoming too evident. “Would you fasten my hands to the rail, please?”
“You got it, babe.”
Gus carefully placed his creamy dessert on a nearby side table, which is when Briana realized what they had planned. They hadn’t brought any plates from the dining room because they planned to use her body as a serving station. Her already sopping cunt leaked a little more and her nipples beaded. Bring it on, boys!
All three men removed their shirts but kept the rest of their clothing in place. She wanted to object but already knew better. It was a real turn-on being at their mercy and only being allowed to speak when spoken to. If they wanted to give her pleasure with their mouths and tongues before she got to see them as nature intended, who was she to complain?
She feasted her eyes on their gorgeous chests, wishing she could photograph them again at such close quarters. Gus took a large spoonful of cream and dropped it onto one nipple, sending all thoughts of photography out of her mind. Harley did the same with the opposite one. Together they bent their heads and feasted on her tits, sending Briana’s body into sensory overload. They sucked and nipped, their hands kneading the ample flesh almost savagely. At first it hurt and she tensed up.
“Relax into it, honey,” Gus raised his head to say. “Let the pain work for you.”
Oh really? Well, she’d try anything once. Briana forced herself to breathe deeply and placed her trust in them. Astonishingly the pain gradually became pleasurable, and she gasped with surprise.
“See,” Gus said in a smug tone.
“She’s a fast learner,” Fergal agreed.
She couldn’t see where Fergal actually was since he’d abandoned her shoulders. His voice came from the vicinity of her feet. It sounded as though he approved, and she was ridiculously glad to have pleased him. Something flashed, causing her to jump against her cuffed hands. When her vision cleared she realized that Fergal had used her camera to photograph her in the nude, being used as a dining table by two randy hunks.
“Seems only fair, Briana. You photographed us without our permission, which, incidentally, will earn you a spanking later on.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, getting into the way of things and having a ball. “I was wrong and must be punished.”
“Christ!” Harley said.
“Bring your knees up and spread your legs wide,” Fergal ordered.
As soon as she’d done so, acutely aware that her cunt would now be open to them and on clear view, the camera flashed again. Several times. Well, if they thought her pussy was worthy of being recorded for posterity, that was fine by her.
She heard the camera being placed on a table and became aware of a large presence crouching between her legs, blowing softly on her clit. She gasped, only just managing not to elevate her body in her desperation to have the lips that were doing the blowing a lot closer. Was Fergal finally going to fuck her? It had to be him. She could see Gus’s dark-blond hair flopping over one of her tits and Harley’s light-brown crowning glory making itself at home on her opposite side. Her pussy lips were pulled apart and something cool was smeared over her pubic bone. Oh my, cream! More was pushed inside her. Then her legs were lifted and thrown over a pair of wide shoulders.
She felt more cream being rubbed into her midriff and lips and teeth assiduously removing it. Fergal’s lips latched onto her pussy, and she cried out, pushing her hips into his mouth. He immediately withdrew, and she protested with a cry of disappointment. She really liked his mouth. She especially liked what he’d been doing with his tongue, and she definitely didn’t want it to stop.
“Keep absolutely still, Briana,” Fergal said. “If you move your hips again, we’ll send you to bed. Alone.” They wouldn’t? “Do you understand?”
It appeared they would. Either way, Briana wasn’t prepared to risk it. “Yes, Master Fergal.”
“Good girl. Now keep still and let me eat my dessert. I’ve got a terrible hunger to satisfy.”
That makes two of us.
When Fergal reapplied his lips to her vagina, Briana felt she’d died and gone to heaven. Expertly he whirled his tongue across her clit, making it almost impossible not to push herself deeper into his mouth. Red-hot heat whipped through her bloodstream when he transferred his attention off her pussy and sucked the fruit and cream from inside her. She never would have imagined such delicious torture possible. Her internal muscles coiled and strained, endeavoring to draw him deeper. He wasn’t buying it and refused to be rushed. Harley bit hard on her nipple, and she cried out because it felt so wonderful it was impossible not to react verbally. Who would have thought she’d ever enjoy pain?
“Hell,” Fergal said. “Some of that cream’s gone too deep. What can we do about that?”
She figured he expected her to answer, even though he hadn’t given her permission to speak. She bit back a laugh and clamped her lips together. Playing him at his own game was fun.
“Only one thing for it.”
Her heart rate accelerated when she heard his pants hit the ground and foil ripping. Please God, make that a condom. Her wish was granted when the head of his enormous erection nudged at her pussy lips. Hell, it was too big. She could tell that much without even seeing it. She should have warned them that she was small down there. Not that Fergal seemed too bothered. He inched his way inside her, groaning himself now and not sounding nearly so controlled as he made himself out to be.
“Geez, darlin’, it’s a tight fit. Am I hurting you?”
“No, Master Fergal, it feels real good. But I’m very small.”
He chuckled. “No, you’re not, sweet thing. You just haven’t been fucked by a real man for a while. Probably not ever, but all that’s about to change.”
Gus and Harley removed themselves from her tits. Someone threw a couple of cushions beneath her butt, and Fergal drove himself a little deeper, stretching the walls of her pussy beyond anything that she would have imagined possible. Filling her so completely that her sheath spasmed. If she was allowed to talk, she’d ask Fergal to carry on giving her head. She desperately needed to come, and it would never happen this way. Not that it mattered. She could always bring herself off later. The only important thing was to give Fergal pleasure. And the other two as well, if they wanted her. Gus was still kneeling to one side of her, out of Fergal’s range as he braced his weight on his arms and drove himself a little deeper still. She heard cream squelch out of her. She could see the extent of Gus’s excitement in the periphery of her vision and knew that he at least wanted her very much indeed. He caught her watching, grabbed his rigid cock in both his hands and grinned at her.
“See what you’ve done to me, sugar?”
“Fergal! You’re splitting me in two.”
“I’m hurting you?”
“Hell no. I just di
dn’t think it would be possible for you to—”
“Shush. No talking. You’ve got almost all of me now.”
Briana widened her eyes, forgetting she wasn’t supposed to talk. “There’s more?”
“Another inch or so.” He eased himself deeper and sighed. “That’s it, babe, you’ve got everything I can give you. You feel that? You can talk, Briana. How does it make you feel?”
“Complete,” she said succinctly. “I had no idea.”
“You can move now, darlin’. Let’s do this together.”
“Thank you, Master Fergal.”
“That’s it, honey,” Harley’s gravelly voice said. “Ride Fergal’s big cock. I just bet you love having him buried deep inside your cunt, don’t you, babe?”
“Yes, Master Harley.” She gritted her teeth, perspiration peppering her brow as she moved in tight formation with Harley, pushing her hips forward to welcome his deep thrusts. “It’s heavenly.”
“Aw, don’t tell him he’s angelic,” Gus said. “We’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Sorry, Master Gus.”
Briana panted as liquid heat coursed through her veins. Funny, she felt the tingling she always got just before she climaxed, but climaxing through penetration simply didn’t work for her.
“It’s okay, little Briana,” Gus said, still massaging his erection. He and Harley must have shed their clothes at the same time Fergal did. It was hard to keep track. “When Fergal has finished with you, I’ve got just the thing for your dessert.” He waggled his cock close to her face. “Can’t wait to see your sweet lips wrapped around this baby.”
Harley increased the rate and angle of his thrusts, and her body responded like it had developed a mind of its own.
“Fergal, I think…I don’t believe it.” She widened her eyes and their gazes collided. “I’ve never been able to—”
“Just ride it, darlin’. Take what you need from me.”
Briana’s world spun out of control as she thrashed her head from side to side. One of the guys pinched a nipple as the most mind-blowing orgasm hit, short-circuiting her bloodstream and sending her toppling over the edge. Pleasure spangled through her entire system, harder, deeper, more intensely than anything she’d ever managed alone. And it seemed to go on indefinitely. She opened her eyes and was blown away by the expression of deep satisfaction in Fergal’s glowing eyes, even as the muscles in his arms trembled and she could tell he was having a hard time holding back until she was done.
Finally her own pulsating ceased, which was when Fergal picked up the pace again. His laden balls crashed against her buttocks, and his labored breathing peppered her face.
“That’s it, darlin’,” he said. “Now we’re really fucking. I’m so deep inside you, Briana, that it feels like I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
She moved smoothly with him as she sensed his cock thicken and fill. Suddenly she was acutely aware of the power of her femininity because, after all, it was her who’d caused him to abandon what she suspected was normally rigid self-control.
“Shit, darlin’, I hope you’re ready.”
Me, ready? I’ve already come.
He wasn’t to know that once was more than she’d dared to hope for. It was time to bring her acting skills into play. Astonishingly, that proved to be unnecessary because his pleasure communicated itself to her and she felt another orgasm building. This simply couldn’t be happening.
But it was and Briana wasn’t about to waste time wondering how. She already knew why. Having all three of them tending to her needs had well and truly blown away the hang-ups about sex she’d never really acknowledged but had probably always known were there. She bit her lip to suppress a triumphant smile, aware that any prudish tendencies she might have possessed had been well and truly…well, laid.
“Fergal, I—”
“I’m gonna come, darlin’. So are you. I can feel you closing around my cock.”
He thrust into her so hard that she was barely able to hold her position. They cried out together as Fergal’s thick length pulsated inside her and she felt him shoot his load into the condom. Her own world shattered for a second time in five minutes as their creative energy and the physical alchemy that existed between them drove her out of her mind.
They collapsed in a heap of sweat, cream, and laughter afterward. Someone released her hands, someone else kissed her lips. She and Fergal struggled to regain their breath.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’ve never come through penetration before?” Fergal asked.
Chapter Ten
Briana blinked up at Fergal, her expression dumbfounded. “How could you possibly know that?”
It was Gus who answered her. “We could tell from your reaction. You didn’t expect Fergal to be able to satisfy you, did you, honey?”
“Well, no, but a lot of women live perfectly happy lives without being sexually fulfilled. It wouldn’t have mattered.”
“The hell it wouldn’t,” Fergal replied.
“You have a lot to feel responsible for,” she told him. “What you’ve never had you never miss, but now—”
“Don’t worry,” Fergal said, running a finger lazily over her belly. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”
“Don’t look at me. I’m fat!”
“You are not fat!” three voices protested in unison.
“I am. My tits are too big, my belly sticks out, and—”
“Don’t ever let us hear you put yourself down like that again,” Fergal said sternly.
“Why not? It’s true.”
“Some bastard’s really played a number with your self-confidence,” Gus said, scowling. “Hasn’t it occurred to you yet that you turn heads everywhere you go, for all the right reasons?”
“No.” She shook her head, obviously having no idea just how desirable her voluptuous curves made her. “It’s not fashionable to have tits.”
Harley laughed. “Ask a man, any man, for his opinion on that subject.”
“The only part of me that I thought looked okay was my ass. Now people pay to have their buttocks enlarged.” She shook her head. “Why would anyone pay to have a backside that resembles a shelf?”
“You got me there, babe. And just so that you know, your ass is absolutely fine just the way it is.” Gus took her hand and pulled her to her feet. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Gus swept her into his arms and headed for the bathroom, the other two following behind. “Seems to me we need to deal with your negative body image issues and teach you a bit more about your passionate nature.”
“You don’t have that much time.”
“We’ll make time,” Harley said, setting the water running in the spacious shower stall and ushering them all inside. “We were sent here to make sure you didn’t have problems you couldn’t handle. Seems to me you have a whole ton of them, just not the ones we thought we’d come here to fix.”
“Is it big enough for all of us?” Briana asked when she found herself squeezed between their bodies.
“If we get up close and personal,” Gus replied with a wicked grin.
They washed her all over, including her hair, because they’d gotten a bit carried away with the cream, and she was now a delightful, sticky mess.
“Got to concentrate on the important places,” Gus told her as he wiped her pussy repeatedly with a washcloth. “You sore, honey?”
She shook her head. “Not in the least.”
“That’s good to know, ’cause I gotta tell you, watching Fergal fuck you was a real turn-on for Harley and me.”
She sent him a sultry smile and touched his cheek. “Well, we can’t have you guys being uncomfortable, can we now?”
“Wouldn’t be nice,” Harley agreed with a lascivious smirk, patting her ass.
Fergal shut the water off and exited the stall first. He held out a large towel and wrapped Briana in it when she stepped out. Between them they dried her off. Harley toweled her hair and brushed it free of tangles. Satisfied
that she was clean and comfortable, Gus nodded to the others.
“Time for her second lesson,” he said, scooping her into his arms again. “Come on, darlin’, let’s go and make ourselves cozy.”
In her bedroom Fergal took a chair in the corner, but Gus didn’t fool himself into believing that he or Harley would be in charge. Fergal was their natural leader, and not just because he’d outranked them in the service. Some people were born to lead, and Fergal just happened to be one of them. He and Harley were cool about it since Fergal had proved himself to be a loyal comrade and friend times without number. He was no dictator, either. If Gus or Harley disagreed with one of his decisions, they weren’t afraid to say so. Fergal always listened, taking on board their opinions and often changing his mind as a consequence.
When it came to sharing women, they were all on the same page. They enjoyed the same things, had yet to fall out over any female, and no female had come between them. Well, not since…no, don’t go there. This particular situation was unlike anything they’d handled before. Before Gus had even had a taste of Briana for himself he had a hard time imagining them walking away from her. She was special. Gus couldn’t have said why. They’d been with more beautiful women. They’d been with women who were way more experienced, but there was just something about Briana that got to him. Her tough exterior hid a touching vulnerability and a whole raft of self-doubt that any man would go that extra mile to fix.
“Get her on her hands and knees.” Fergal’s voice broke through Gus’s reverie. “She needs to be punished for speaking out of turn before you guys take things any farther.”
“You heard the man,” Gus said to Briana. “Get on your hands and knees for us, darlin’, and ask Fergal to punish you.”
Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she scrambled into position. All three guys sucked in breaths when her large tits dangled so invitingly beneath her, but made no comment about them. Fergal left her where she was for a while, not speaking, making her wait. Her pussy was leaking again. This chick was one hot property. No, not chick, Gus mentally amended. She was definitely special. He’d thought so the moment he’d laid eyes on her, and Fergal definitely did as well. Why else had he gotten so hot under the collar when he thought she’d lied to them? Gus didn’t know what had passed between them when they’d been outside for so long, but he was glad to see some life come back to Fergal’s eye. It had disappeared when Gus’s bitch of a sister did the dirty on him, and although Fergal insisted none of the blame lay with Gus, somehow he’d always felt responsible. He’d introduced them, knowing how his sister liked to operate, and should have tried harder to warn Fergal.