The first man, Trystan, he'd said his name was, wrapped his arm around her waist. "We're flying home to Minneapolis tonight," he told her.
"Right now?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper.
"Is there something you want to do first?" he asked, perplexed. Was she hungry? Whatever their little bride needed, he'd see to it that she got it.
Sarah blushed profusely, but she wanted to start her marriage the way she wanted it to continue. She had to tell him what she needed. "Please. Let's find somewhere private. I need..." She couldn't finish her sentence. She was too embarrassed.
Trystan stared at her in disbelief. Was she really asking him to fuck her? "You need?"
She swallowed hard. Could she even say the words? "I need...this." Her hand went to his cock and she stroked him through the thin fabric of his slacks.
Trystan turned to Xavier, who was obviously in the middle of finishing all the transactions for the evening. "Where can we be private?" he asked, his voice low and gruff.
Xavier's eyes widened. "This is most unusual."
"Where?" Trystan demanded, his voice a growl. His new bride was willing, and he wasn't going to wait another minute. She was his.
Xavier led them down the hall to a small room. There was no bed, but there was a sofa and a dining table. "This is where my men and I take breaks. Please don't get it all nasty!" He waited as they all went into the room and pulled the door closed behind him.
Sarah looked around at the four men surrounding her. "All of you?" she asked, her voice choked.
Trystan was already kicking off his shoes. "We had planned to wait until we got back to the hotel we rented in Minneapolis, but you're in a hurry."
"I—I'm afraid." Sarah watched as her other three husbands settled onto the sofa while Trystan removed his shirt.
"Well, we can't just leave them out of it." He pushed his pants to the floor, standing before her with a raging erection.
Sarah stared, the pulsing between her thighs starting all over again. She reached out and touched his cock, her hand gripping it tightly. Suddenly she didn't care if the other men watched or even participated. All she cared about was having that thick piece of flesh inside her.
She looked around. How were they going to do this? The three men were on the couch, so where was he going to...consummate their relationship?
She didn't have to wonder for long. He kissed her passionately, before turning her so her back was to him. "Bend over the table, sweetheart," he murmured. "Prop yourself on your forearms."
She did as she was told, shuddering delicately. She felt him lift the skirt of her dress. Could they all see her most private parts? Were they disgusted by her fat thighs?
Then she felt his bare thighs pressed to the back of hers. His thick, hard cock pressed to her aching pussy. She pressed back against him, needing him inside her. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw the other three men watching intently. Jaron and Brice were both rubbing their cocks through their pants, but Houston had just taken his out, and he was pumping it with his fist. Sarah had never seen a man touch himself before, and it fascinated her.
"You paying attention to me or them?" Trystan asked, his voice deep and raspy in her ear. "I'm the one who's about to fuck you."
Sarah blushed. She had been paying attention to the other men while he was poised at her entrance, ready to shove his cock deep inside her. What was wrong with her? "I'm so sorry," she said. "You have my full attention now!"
He laughed softly. "I'd better." And with those words, he shoved inside her, not pausing as he reached her maidenhead, simply moving until he was buried deep. Once he was there, he held still, a low groan leaving his throat. "You're even tighter than I imagined you'd be."
Sarah wiggled her hips for a moment, trying to find a more comfortable position. The ache was still there, but it had changed. She needed it to stop!
He swatted her bottom playfully. "Stop moving. I'm trying to give you time to get used to me."
She let out a low moan. "I need you to move!"
He laughed, looking at the other men who were watching intently. "She's greedy for it!" He began thrusting, slowly and carefully. He didn't want to break her before any of the others even had a chance inside her.
"Oh, yes!" she gasped. "That's what I need!" She met him thrust for thrust until he gripped her hips in his hands and started pulling her back into him. She didn't like giving up the control, but he was able to do it so much harder this way.
She felt something building inside her. It was an ache that grew worse and worse. He felt so good, but she needed something to happen. And then it did. She let out a short scream as her pleasure was upon her. She'd not been told there would be such intense pleasure involved, but somehow, she'd known. Amber was right. There was no reason for a woman not to do this.
Trystan felt her clench tightly around him and let loose. His thrusts sped up as he moved inside her, driving toward his own climax. When he reached it, he grunted loudly, arching his neck. He held her hips in his hands as he continued to thrust until he'd emptied everything into her waiting pussy.
He pulled out, completely out of breath, walked to the kitchen area, and using a napkin to clean the juices off his cock. He turned to her, smiling as he saw her still slumped forward on the table, skirt hiked up above her waist. She looked well used and more beautiful than he'd even imagined. He couldn't help but wonder how she'd look after the other three had taken their turns.
He didn't tell her to dress, but he did pick up his own clothes and put them on. The other three men sat on the couch as if they couldn't believe what had just happened. They simply stared at their horny little bride.
Chapter Three
Sarah couldn't believe how good she felt. Trystan had given her exactly what she needed. Her pussy felt slightly sore, but her whole body felt relaxed and good. It took her a few minutes to realize her skirt was still around her waist, leaving her ass and pussy bare for her husbands. She wondered what would happen if she gave it a little wiggle. She knew she had their full attention.
Jaron couldn't believe his eyes. Their sweet little virgin bride was a nymphomaniac. He didn't want to wait for his turn, but he didn't think she should be taken twice before they even left the auction venue. He knew it was his turn next, and if he waited until they were at the hotel, the other two would as well. She needed to be treated like the delicate rose she was.
And then he saw her ass wiggle. She gave a little thrust of it toward them, like she wanted more. Jaron didn't have to be asked twice. He was on his feet and his clothes were being thrown in every direction in three seconds flat. His shirt and shoes were off. His pants hit the floor. And he stepped up behind her, between her still spread legs.
"I'm going to fuck you until you can't stand any longer," he whispered into her ear as he bent low over her, his cock already in position.
She was still out of breath, but she managed to whisper, "Please do."
He was laughing as he buried his cock inside her. He didn't wait once he was inside like Trystan had. Obviously their bride wanted it hard and fast, and he was just the man to give it to her. He gripped her hips in his hands and thrusted.
Sarah let out a low moan. "Oh, God, that feels so good! I like this!" For the first time in her life, her body felt alive, and she loved it!
Jaron wanted to see her. He hated that her back was to him. He pulled out and helped her turn around to sit on the edge of the table. He unfastened her dress, pushing it down so it bunched around her waist. His hands went to her full, heavy breasts, his thumbs teasing her tight pink nipples. "I had to see you."
Sarah looked at him with wide eyes. He stood naked between her thighs, his cock already dripping with her juices. His eyes were big and blue, and she felt lost in them. She was staring into his eyes still as he took the last step to her.
"Now."
It was only one word, but Sarah felt it all the way to her pussy. She spread her legs a little further apart, inviting him silent
ly to come back inside her. "Now," she whispered back.
He gripped her hips, pulling her to the very edge of the table, his cock resting against her pussy lips. "Tell me you want my cock," he demanded.
"I want your cock."
"Tell me you want me to fuck you." He needed to know she wasn't just doing this for her brother. She had to want it as much as he did.
"More than anything in the world."
He was staring into her eyes as he plunged back inside her. He smiled as her eyes opened wider, but she didn't close them. She licked her lips. He took that as an invitation, and leaned down to kiss her, his tongue mimicking the motions of his cock as he thrust in and out of her.
She moaned against his mouth, her hands clinging to his shoulders. She wanted to thrust with him, but felt like she was too precariously seated at the edge of the table. Every time he withdrew, she felt as if she was losing a piece of herself. Every thrust made her feel whole.
The tightening began again. This time she knew where it was going, and she welcomed it. When she climaxed, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders.
As soon as Jaron felt her grip tighten, he raised his head, watching her face as she climaxed. Her head was thrown back, and she looked as if she was caught between pleasure and pain.
Her climax spurred his, and he emptied his seed inside her. He stayed for a moment, cradled in her before pulling out. He made sure she was steady on the table before walking to the sink and cleaning himself.
Sarah leaned back on her hands, not believing what she'd just done. She'd been worried they'd all want to take her at once, and by her own choice, she'd taken two of them while the others watched. What was she thinking?
Brice looked at Sara sitting on the edge of the table, wondering if she was up for another round. She'd seemed thrilled to fuck his two friends, but was she willing to take a third? Right there on a table?
Sarah looked at the two men who she hadn't been inside her yet, wondering what was going to happen next. If she jumped down from the table and pulled her dress back up, would they calmly do what they'd originally planned and wait until they reached the hotel?
Brice was looking at her as if he was getting ready to pounce. She sighed. She was getting sore from the table, but did she have the right to tell him he had to wait? "I'm not sure I can taken anyone else on this table," she said softly, her voice full of apology.
Brice didn't have to be told anything twice. "Move," he said to Houston, who was the only man on the couch with him. Trystan had taken a chair to a few feet from the table to watch Jaron fuck her.
Houston got up and moved away, pulling a chair a few feet from the couch to watch.
Brice stood and threw his shirt off, his pants coming down around his knees. He didn't bother taking them all the way off. Why would he?
He crooked a finger at Sarah, and she slid off the table, surprised her feet supported her when she landed. He patted his lap, and she walked over to him.
Sarah sat on his lap, both of her legs off to one side of his, and she leaned over to kiss him. Obviously she was about to take his cock inside her, and she wasn't going to complain. As long as she wasn't on the hard table again, she was happy.
While they kissed, Brice moved her until she was straddling him, and then she understood. She would sit on him while he thrust inside her. She could do that!
Brice adjusted himself so he was leaning back a bit, and grasped her hips, bringing her pussy down onto his cock. With one tug, he was seated deep inside her, and he groaned. "You feel good."
Sarah smiled. "You do too. I really like this!"
Brice grinned. "We're glad. We're all going to want to do this often."
"Me too!" She knew it was probably a sin to like fucking all of them, and even more of a sin to admit it, but at that moment, she just didn't care.
Brice started moving within her, watching her face. She obviously liked everything. Her face was flushed with pleasure, and she grasped his shoulders, sitting up straight to feel most of him in her.
She liked this way best, she decided. She could feel more cock this way than the other ways she'd been taken. Of course, she her knees were getting a bit sore.
She finished much faster that time, climaxing twice before Brice finished. When he finally sprayed inside her, she sighed contentedly, snuggling into him.
Houston watched as she collapsed atop Brice. He'd thought to wait until after they got to the hotel, but she'd fucked all the others, and by God, it was his turn!
He gripped her under her arms and half-dragged half-picked her up, right off of Brice's cock and set her on her feet on the floor.
Sarah looked up at Houston, surprised that he'd been so aggressive. What did he want her to do?
"Get on your hands and knees on the floor," he told her.
Sarah nodded, thankful that the carpet looked plush and thick. She sank to her hands and knees, spreading her legs a little, immediately understanding how he wanted her.
Houston smiled down at her, thankful he'd already climaxed once. He'd last longer this way. Their bride seemed to be all about the fucking, and he was happy to give it to her.
He stroked his cock a few times, making sure it was as hard as he could get it, before dropping to his knees behind her. Instead of immediately shoving inside her, he moved his hand to her pussy, already stretched out and wet from his friends.
He thrust three fingers inside her and fucked her with them, listening to her moan. "Do you like my fingers?"
"Yes!" As far as Sarah could tell, she liked anything inside her pussy. All she could think was more! She wanted more!
He kept going for a moment, until she clenched around his fingers, and then pulled out, immediately replacing his fingers with his cock. He thrust wildly inside her. He groaned as she closed around him like a glove. How could he have lived his entire life without feeling that surrounding him?
He gripped her shoulders and held her still as he thrust into her over and over. She climaxed twice more, and he spilled his seed into her after the second time. As he pulled out and sat on his bottom on the floor, he stared at her ass, which was still in the air, liquid seeping out of her pussy. He patted her butt and sighed contentedly. "Let's get to the hotel, so we can all do that again."
Sarah felt sore, but satisfied. Had she really just taken all four of her new husbands before even leaving the building where the auction had taken place. She looked at each of the men, all dressed except for Houston. They were all looking at her as if they wanted to do it another dozen times that night. Her mind was willing, but she wasn't sure her body could handle it.
Chapter Four
Trystan looked down at Sarah for a moment, certain she was past being able to walk. He glanced at Jaron. "Help me with her?"
Between the two of them, they got her to her feet, and Trystan gently pulled her dress up over her shoulders, fastening it for her while Jaron supported her. Once she was covered, he scooped her up into his arms and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, nodding at the door. "Someone get that for me?"
Brice hurried ahead of them, opening the door.
The walk to the car was a long one, but it was sitting just where they'd left it. The driver's eyes were wide as he looked at Sarah. Trystan glanced down over at her large bottom and the back of her dress was wet. It was obvious she'd already been well-used. No matter. If anyone thought they'd paid over eight trillion dollars for a bride they'd never fuck, they were crazy anyway.
Brice slid into the car first, and then Jaron and Houston. Trystan placed Sarah next to Houston before climbing in beside her.
Trystan smiled at the sated expression on Sarah's face. She'd enjoyed every second of their time together, which meant they were all in for a treat. A woman who truly enjoyed sex, who was married to four men? What could be better?
As soon as the car was in the air, Trystan pushed the button that put up the privacy screen in the limo. He didn't want the driver seeing what he planned to do nex
t—or hearing it for that matter.
As soon as the screen was in place, he put his hand on Sarah's thigh, parting her legs. He removed his handkerchief from his pocket and wet it with a bottle of water from the fridge. Carefully he cleaned Sarah's pussy and upper thighs of their juices, while she squealed at the cold.
"Stop! That's too cold!"
He laughed softly. "With as hot as your pussy is, I'm surprised the handkerchief hasn't caught fire."
Sarah blushed. "I'm sorry. I justwell, I feel a lot there."
Jaron, who was sitting directly across from Sarah leaned forward with his forearms on his knees and grinned. "You mean you're horny all the time?"
Sarah nodded slowly. "I know it's a sin, but it feels so good! Every time I've ever been close to a man I'm not related to, the juices start to flow."
Trystan raised an eyebrow at that. She was more sexual than he'd realized. They were going to have to keep her filled with cock as much as possible. Maybe they'd need to each take a day off during the week to spend with her. He'd consider it.
"So right now, if I were to do this—" His hand went between her thighs and caught hold of her clit, rubbing it gently with his thumb.
Sarah let out a low moan. "Oh that feels so good!"
Trystan could feel the fluid flowing from her pussy. He grinned. "She's wet again." He felt his cock swelling in reaction, but decided to have a little fun with her first. He slid two fingers inside her and slowly began to thrust them in and out. "Does that feel good, sweetheart?"
Sarah rested her head on the back of the seat and moaned softly. "So good!"
He caught Houston's eye and nodded to the bodice of her dress, hoping the other man would get the hint.
Houston looked puzzled for a moment, but then light dawned on his face. He unfastened Sarah's dress and leaned down, catching a nipple between his lips. His other hand went to her other nipple, and he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, toying with it.
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