by Vanessa Vale
It was time to make Olivia ours.
We found her not in the washroom, but in Simon's bedroom, a bath sheet wrapped around her damp, naked body. I almost came in my pants just looking at her. I tossed the bag of my handcrafted dildos and plugs onto the bed for later and closed the distance between us. We'd surprised her, even though we'd clamored up the stairs and down the hall.
"You have a lovely home," she said, glancing around the room. We’d built the house with large bedrooms, for we were large men, and we'd hoped to someday have a wife who would spend the night in each of our rooms in turn. We also had extra bedrooms built with the hopes of children. Perhaps that day would come soon, for if we were skilled enough and the timing right, it could be in nine months or so. The idea of filling Olivia's womb with our seed and having it take root, to watch her belly swell with our child made my cock press painfully against my pants. If she looked, she wouldn't be able to miss it.
I chuckled at how she was trying to make small talk with just a scrap of white cotton covering her. She knew what was coming, for we'd clearly stated we would wait until we took her, and she was nervous. I didn't blame her. Three randy, eager men were going to strip her bare and take her virginity. Because of this, I took a deep breath and tried to will my cock down.
"Nervous?" I asked.
She gave me a tremulous smile. "You are very daunting." Her pale gaze shifted over each of us and widened as she watched Simon undo the buttons of his shirt.
"Nay, lass. We are three men who want to please our wife, to make her ours." He tossed his shirt onto the bed and then began to toe off his boots. I was undoing my own shirt when he spoke again. "We willna hurt ye. Ever. Now drop the covering so we can see ye."
Biting her lip, she considered, then dropped the sheet, letting it swirl to the floor at her feet.
I hissed out a breath at the sight of her creamy skin, her high, pert breasts, the dark thatch of hair at the juncture of her thighs. Her legs were long and she had dainty feet and her hair was pulled back into a ribbon at her nape.
The other men were almost as completely bare while I was still dressed so I, too, stripped. Clothing wasn't necessary for what we were going to do...for the next three days.
"Her pussy needs a shave," Cross commented.
Simon nodded his head. "Aye."
They stood eyeing her, Simon's arms over his broad chest. Their cocks curved up toward their navels.
One of Olivia's small hands moved to cover her pussy. "What? Shave my...my...why?"
"Did you like how we licked and sucked and ate at your pussy last night?" Cross asked, stepping closer. She retreated and the back of her legs bumped into the bed. "The way I did this morning?"
"Dinna lie, for we ken the truth. Ye loved it...three times," Simon said, walking around to the far side of the bed, placing a knee upon it and coming to kneel behind her.
She glanced over her shoulder, then at me and Cross. "Yes, all right, I did. I liked it very much."
Her eyes kept moving, looking us over one at a time, curious and nervous.
"This is your first time seeing a naked man, love?" I asked, brushing a dark curl behind her ear.
"Yes."
"Have a look at Cross while I go get the supplies for your shave. Simon will get you in position."
As I walked down the hall, I heard Cross' voice. "When you're pussy's all bare, the feelings will be more intense. Besides, we want to be able to see all your pretty pink flesh."
I grabbed the soap cup and brush and a washcloth and stopped in the doorway. Simon sat on the bed with Olivia's back at his front, her legs bent and spread wide at the edge of the bed, her pussy on perfect display. Cross had pulled a chair up from the corner of the room and sat directly in front of her.
I offered the supplies to Cross and he quickly settled into his task.
"But I don't want it bare," she replied, trying to squirm. Simon had his hands beneath her knees holding her still. No amount of effort on her part would have her moving.
"We want you bare so bare you will be."
Cross paused in his work and with his free hand, slipped a finger down the length of her folds, then slipped it inside. "This is our pussy, Olivia. Ours. Soon enough you will not doubt that."
A slippery wet sound filled the air as he pulled his finger free and returned to his task. She whimpered and we all knew she was not under much duress.
I moved onto the bed and positioned myself so I could play with her breasts. The flesh was so soft and plush, firm yet supply and pliant. The pale nipples tightened before our eyes and she gasped as I tweaked one, then the other.
"Like that?" I asked, her pale eyes shifting to me.
Cross slid the razor lower over her delicate skin and the patch of bare skin grew.
"Rhys," she murmured.
"What, love? Yes, you like it?"
She nodded her head against Simon's chest.
"How about now?" Did she like a little pain with her pleasure when I tugged on the tip, then pinched it? Did she like it soothing and gentle when I took the worked flesh into my mouth and licked over it and suckled? I felt her hands tangle in my hair as I closed my lips around one nipple and worked the other with my fingers.
"She dripping," Cross said, wiping the clean towel over her now smooth flesh.
"Get my bag," I told him as I saw her bare pussy for the first time. Her lips there were dainty and a lush pink, glistening with her arousal.
Reaching on the other side of her, Cross brought the bag onto his lap and pulled out the items I'd made. Winter was long in the Montana Territory and without a woman to keep us warm, I'd discovered that woodworking was a hobby at which I was quite good. I worked many things on the lathe for my friends' use on their wives. Dildos and butt plugs of various shapes and sizes, often made to specification. I'd made some for our future bride so we could play with her, however none had been used until now.
"What are those for?" Olivia asked, crinkle forming in her brow. Simon had not released her legs, which was good, for she was in the perfect position. Cross held up a thin, long dildo for me to see and I nodded.
"Here. Take it," Cross told her as he held it up.
Olivia took the wooden object and inspected it. It was dark wood, very smooth and very narrow, only as wide as my smallest finger, much smaller than any of our cocks. I'd made it just for this specific occasion, for her to take her own maidenhead as we watched. None of us wished to cause her pain and once she broke through with the dildo, we could take her without any fear on her part. Only pleasure.
Cross placed his palm on her lower belly and placed his thumb directly over her pink pearl. We could all see it clearly now and Olivia cried out at his touch. Her hand gripped the dildo tightly so her fingers turned white.
"I've made many things to pleasure you with. Right now, you're going to fuck yourself with the dildo, love, and break through your maidenhead."
"But...oh God," she moaned, Simon doing an amazing job of building her arousal, however she was quite sensitive and very responsive. I began to play with her breasts again, for I wanted her to be completely brainless and only feel. I wanted her to want to fuck herself. "I thought, I thought one of you would do that."
"We will, soon," Simon growled, barely holding on to his willpower. Just looking down the length of her body—parted lips, long neck, pert breasts with furled tips, lush belly and hips, smooth and bare pussy, then Cross' thumb working her slippery clit. She was all I'd dreamed of and more. There was just one tiny barrier still in the way.
"It's going to slide in so easily," I murmured. "Once that barrier is gone, we're going to fuck you. One at a time."
"I'm first, lass, and I canna wait. Can ye feel my cock at yer back?"
Simon took her hand and adjusted her grip on the dildo so she held it like a small spear and lined it up with her slick pussy.
"Will it hurt?" she asked me, her head tilted to the side, her pale eyes filled with trepidation. Cross worked her clit and her ey
es slipped closed. I kissed her lips, for how could I not, then whispered, "If it does, it will only be for a brief moment. We will be watching, love, watching you ready yourself for us. It is going to be so beautiful to see."
"Now, lass."
OLIVIA
I was so overwhelmed! For a few minutes in my bath, I'd had private time to think about what was to come with the men, with their taking my virginity, and then they'd all but stomped up the steps, stripped off their clothes and beat their chests like cavemen. I had hoped for a husband who would dote and offer me attention and affection, and Cross, Simon and Rhys certainly did all of that. Their fervent attentions would be something to which I would have to accustom.
They wanted me! Even a very innocent virgin like me couldn't miss that fact. While I'd had my hand on their cocks earlier, seeing them naked and fully aroused was something else. Seeing one virile, well formed man with a cock that was big enough to curve up and practically touch his navel was impressive, but I had three. Three! Three men and three cocks.
Simon was solid and broad and big and very, very large. Everywhere. His cock was a ruddy red, the head flared and almost angry looking. Rhys, equally dark, was leaner, taller and his cock seemed longer, which should have been impossible because I didn't think Simon was remotely small. Cross, with his light hair and fairer skin, had hard, sleek muscles and a pale nest of hair at the base of his cock that made him so very different from the other two. That was just their bodies. The looks on their faces were almost predatory, as if they intended to circle me, stalk me, then take me.
The way my body heated at the idea, the way my nipples pebbled at the thought; I wanted it. I wanted them.
I was also...scared.
I'd forgotten all about being scared when Simon had held my legs open so they could shave me. If their goal was to keep me off kilter, then it was working, for I had never imagined such a thing, but Rhys' words and then his hands on my breasts had distracted me. Everything they did was a distraction!
Once finished, Cross began touching me with just his thumb and in a very specific spot. Circling and circling he worked that bundle of nerves that spread pleasure to my fingers, my toes, to my nipples, to every part of my body. Even then, looking down at Cross's cock, rigid and long between his legs, I'd thought he'd lean forward and push it in, but instead they'd pulled out this slim wooden contraption—a dildo, they called it—for me to break through my maidenhead.
My inner walls clenched as they gave me the directions, and again when Cross guided my hand and this wooden phallus to my opening. My newly shaved skin there felt cool, slick and very, very bare. I watched the dildo disappear, little by little as it began to fill me. My body clamped down on it, but it wasn't big like the men's cocks and I was frustrated. When I was able to slide it in so easily and so far, I knew something was wrong. I'd heard about pain during the first time, of some membrane inside ripping and bleeding. A man expected their bride to be a virgin and this barrier was the true sign, the official notice that she was pure.
My eyes widened in surprise when the side of my hand bumped my newly bare skin.
"It...it didn't hurt."
There was something wrong with me and they'd think I was a whore!
I let go of the dildo's small handle and grabbed Cross' forearms. I had to make him understand, for he could clearly see from his vantage point what was happening.
"I'm a virgin, truly." I tried to sit up, but Simon's hold on my legs prevented it. Slowly, Cross eased the dildo out and I gasped at the feel of the hard wood brushing against my inner walls. He held it up, coated in my glistening arousal, but no virgin's blood.
"Cross, please, you have to believe me!" I cried. I tugged at Simon's hold on my legs and he released me and I scrambled to sit up. There was nothing with which to cover myself and I could not escape the dominating presence of three large, aroused men. I couldn't discern from their faces what they were feeling. Did they think I'd tricked them? Tears welled—I couldn't stop them—and slipped down my cheeks.
Simon took hold of my arm and pulled me into him, his skin so warm and I could feel his cock prodding my belly.
"We believe you, lass," he said, wiping my tears away with his thumbs.
I frowned. "How? Isn't there supposed to be blood?"
Rhys shrugged, but did not seem overly concerned. "I believe sometimes it is just that way. Have you ever played with yourself? Put your fingers inside or used something like the dildo? It's all right if you did, for I would want you to lay back and show us how you pleased yourself."
I shook my head. "No. I've never touched myself like that. Only...only with you have I felt this way."
All three of the men smiled and I felt the fear, the chill of it, ebb away.
"You're not mad?" she breathed.
"Nay, lass. This is so much better, for now we can take ye as we wish."
"I thought that was what you had been doing," I countered. "You even shaved me."
"Aye, but if your maidenhead had been there and it tore, you'd be verra sore. Are ye sore, lass?"
I shook my head. I was...needy.
"Then it is going to be a long night, for our cocks are eager to fill you, to mark you, to make you ours." Simon and Cross traded places, and I remembered Simon said he would be first.
Cross angled me back on his arm to kiss me, his tongue plunging into my mouth directly and I tasted myself on his tongue; it was so carnal to learn the flavor of my own desire. His hand was on the back of my neck, holding me just as he wanted me and he overwhelmed me. His own need was obvious in his touch, his kiss, his very breath.
When he pulled back, his breathing was rough. "Lay back now and let us have our way with you."
I was so relieved they believed me that I did as he bid without question, although the kiss had certainly helped. I wanted to please them and clearly I became upset if I couldn't, or if I perceived some flaw in myself that would have them finding me deficient. But Cross' mouth was red and slick from our kiss and his eyes held secret promises I wanted to learn. The only way to do that was to lay back and let them teach me.
All three of them shifted to give me room, and Cross was kissing me once again, Rhys returned his attentions to my breasts—he seemed to have a slight fixation with them—and Simon nudged my thighs apart with his hands and flicked his tongue over the place where Cross' thumb had been rubbing.
They were definite warriors, all of them, for they gave all their energies to a task and if they wanted to defeat their opponent, they could do so with sheer will alone. While I was not the enemy, they definitely laid siege and I could not uphold any of my defenses against them, not that I even wanted to. My head fell back and my eyes closed as the delicious pinch on my nipples set my body on fire. A hint of perspiration coated my skin as they again built me up to the brink of that sweet pleasure. They'd given it to me several times now and I recognized what it felt like just beforehand. I cried out and I could feel my belly tighten, my knees squeeze Simon's dark head for I did not wish him to move from that pleasure spot. I wanted him to stay right...there...and...lick...one...more...time. Yes!
I screamed my release, every muscle in my body tensing, my back arching off the bed, my inner walls clenching down on nothing...that thin dildo had just been a quick tease. They didn't stop their attentions, only Cross stopped kissing me but instead stroked a hand gently over my hair and crooned to me.
You are so beautiful. I love to see you come.
I felt a dip in the bed just before Simon's knees nudged my thighs wide as he settled into the cradle of my hips, his cock slipping over my slick woman's core. I was still coming, the luscious feelings making my heart pound, the blood roaring in my ears, as the large head stretched my opening as he slowly pushed his way in.
"Yes!" I cried, my inner walls now having something to clench onto.
"Christ, ye are so bloody tight."
I looked up at Simon, his eyes so dark as to be black. His hair fell over his forehead and his face wa
s all hard lines, his neck tightly corded. He held himself up on his forearms, the hair on his chest tickling my breasts and tormenting my nipples. Rhys and Cross were watching, hands stroking their cocks.
Slowly, Simon slipped into me, one delicious inch at a time. While I'd just come, the new sensation of being stretched wide, being filled deeper and deeper had my arousal simmering. My body was soft and pliant and I brought my legs up to Simon's hips, giving him room to go even deeper. Finally, his hips bumped into my bottom and he was fully seated.
My eyes widened at the feel of him and he watched me carefully.
"Am I hurting ye?" he asked, his voice as dark and rumbly as a thunderstorm.
I shook my head and clenched down on him, testing my body.
"Nay, dinna do that unless ye want me to move."
I grinned and did it again. He groaned and gritted his teeth. "I want you to move."
His eyes flew open and he grinned, his blinding smile combined with the dark intent in his eyes had me eager.
"I need you to move, Simon."
And so he did, slowly at first, but when I arched up to meet him, tilted my hips into his thrusts, he didn't hold back.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders. "Yes!" I cried out, his cock rubbing over new places deep within me that had me back to the brink within seconds. He rubbed over my clit with each stroke and I just broke, coming again while Simon continued to move. It was so much better than ever before, the way his body could make me come, knowing that it was because we were joined, that his cock being so deep inside me. I screamed, for I could not hold it back. I felt my body soften and get even wetter, the sound of our joining loud. Simon's breathing was ragged and all at once he stiffened, embedded all the way and groaned. I felt his hot seed, the thick emission I'd stroked from him in the stable just that morning, flood my womb, coating me and marking me. There was no doubt I was his.
He kissed me gently, his breathing mixing with mine as he settled. While he was still inside of me, I could feel the wetness seeping out around him and when he pulled out, I whimpered.