Their Outlaw Bride (Bridgewater Brides)

by Delta James

  “Take it out, please?”

  “Later, Lizzie. It stays in until you’ve learned your lesson. Then, I’ll take it out.”

  Gavan eased her off his lap and laid her down on her belly with her hips propped up by pillows.

  CAELAN

  * * *

  Caelan watched as their beautiful wife began to relax.

  “I think I could watch her just lying there with a bright red, plugged bottom for the rest of my life and be content,” said Gavan.

  “Liar,” laughed Caelan. “Ye want to fuck her as bad as I do.”

  “Maybe more.”

  “Not possible. I checked her when I was gathering her honey. She’s still relatively swollen and tender from last night. But,” he said, standing, “I think we agreed she should start learning to suck cock. No time like the present.”

  He walked back over to her. She gazed up at him, if not with love in her eyes, then at least with her eyes glazed over with lust.

  Elizabeth started to push up to stand.

  Caelan shook his head and pressed down so that she was kneeling in front of him. He unfastened the front placard to his trousers and lifted his fully engorged cock out, levelling it with her mouth.

  “Open,” he said.

  Elizabeth shook her head.

  “Aye, Lizzie, or ye’ll earn yerself another spanking and then take my cock in yer mouth.”

  “But it isn’t right,” she whimpered.

  He crouched down, “It is, sweetheart, if yer husbands say it is, and we do. It’s a way for ye to ease our need, especially when we’re trying to give yer poor cunny time to recover from last night.”

  She blushed beat red, clearly uncomfortable with her response.

  “Nay, Lizzie, there’s not to be embarrassed about. Yer a passionate woman with a desire to please yer husbands and to be pleasured in return. There’s nothing wrong with that. And ye were pleasured, were ye not?”

  She nodded. “Did I…were you…I mean…”

  He took her face in his hands, “Ye were beyond compare.”

  “But neither of you got…I mean, you stayed…”

  Caelan laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. “That’s not true, we spent ourselves in ye, and our cocks started to relax and then remembered how they got that way, and wanted more. Ye’ll find yer husbands have greedy cocks where fucking ye is concerned.”

  She smiled and blushed but, this time, understanding the compliment and not being embarrassed.

  “Now, because we are good, kind, and concerned husbands, and greedy bastards to boot, I want ye to open yer mouth.”

  Obediently, and he knew that would be a rare occurrence, she complied, and he gently pushed his cock past her lips and teeth to the back of her throat and groaned as he did so. Holding himself still, he let her adjust to having her mouth full of him with the tip tickling the back of her throat. Caelan steadied her head, not allowing her to move it, languidly fucking her mouth.

  “Use your tongue and swirl it around my staff. You can suck on it, too.”

  Caelan kept her head still but allowed her to find her way to pleasuring him with her mouth. Her inexperience was enchanting and was made up for by her enthusiasm. He groaned heavily as his staff began to bob in her mouth.

  The movement startled her, and she tried to draw back.

  “Nay, lass, ye’ll suck my cock until I’ve sent my seed down yer throat and into yer belly.”

  Grasping her long, auburn tresses, he held her still and began to use her mouth more forcefully. As the first of his pre-cum dripped onto her tongue, she momentarily balked.

  “Nae, Lizzie, ye will swallow Caelan’s seed,” said Gavan, breathing heavily, as he watched Caelan fucking her mouth rocking his hips and driving toward the back of her throat.

  “Relax yer jaw, Lizzie, and breathe through yer nose. That way, ye can take me more deeply.”

  Caelan began to increase the tempo of his thrusting. He made noises of deep male gratification and arousal as he took her mouth, and she moaned in harmony, signaling not only her acceptance of his cock in her mouth, but her enjoyment. It was music to his ears. He felt his cock swell as it began shooting his load down her throat. Her look of wonder was captivating. When he finished, he slowly withdrew from her mouth.

  Without a word spoken, or any gesture given, Elizabeth crawled on all fours until she was directly in front of Gavan, eye level with his straining cock, and then rocked back onto her heels.

  “I think ye did a good job teaching our wife to suck cock.”

  “She’s a natural. I think our kitty wants some more cream, don’t ye, lass?”

  Elizabeth said nothing but reached for the front of Gavan’s trousers, which were tented by his swollen member. When he nodded, she used tentative fingers to unbutton the placard and lifted his cock out. She smiled as she felt it felt warm and alive in her hand as it pulsed, the veining in sharp relief to the smooth skin.

  “Wrap you hand around the base, Lizzie, and squeeze him gently. Yer men’s cocks like to be held firmly, but not too tight. Now, take the head of his staff in yer mouth and suck and lick it the way you did mine.”

  As she followed Caelan’s instructions, Gavan groaned and fisted her hair. She stopped, unsure of herself.

  “Nay, lass, yer pleasing him. If he wants ye to stop, he’ll tell ye.”

  Elizabeth sucked Gavan’s throbbing dick back into her mouth, and Gavan moaned deeply, the sound ending in a sigh.

  “Good, lass,” Gavan managed to say as he began to thrust forward, pushing his cock past where she had been comfortable.

  When she tried to pull back, Caelan put his hand on the back of her head, urging her forward, sliding her mouth down the length of his shaft.

  Lizzie groaned, and Gavan’s cock twitched in response.

  “There’s a good lass,” Caelan purred as he continued to push her head forward, impaling her mouth on Gavan’s member.

  She was able to take several more inches in her mouth.

  Watching her suck Gavan, Caelan was becoming more aroused by the minute. While he had no interest in even touching Gavan’s rod, guiding Lizzie’s head and gently forcing her to take more of it than she had originally wanted was arousing in the extreme. Her lips and tongue enveloped Gavan’s thick, throbbing flesh, and Caelan looked at Gavan, who was as mesmerized by their young bride as he was.

  “Harder,” Gavan growled, clenching his teeth, closing his eyes, and leaning his head back.

  Caelan released his hold and watched Lizzie draw her head back, licking along Gavan’s length, lapping her tongue all around the head.

  Gavan flexed his fingers in her hair, taking complete control of her movements. He surged forward again and again, faster and faster. Gavan growled again, pumping harder and arching his back to thrust even more deeply. Caelan could tell when Gavan started sending long, ropes of cum down their bride’s gullet and into her belly, where it would mix with his own.

  When he stilled, and removed his cock from her mouth, Gavan leaned over, pushing the hair out of her eyes and dropping several kisses, one each on the top of her head, the tip of her nose, and finally her lips.

  Gavan locked eyes with Caelan, “Aye, Cae, ye taught her very well.”

  Caelan chuckled and stroked Elizabeth’s hair. “Ye go lay back down, Lizzie. I’ll make something for breakfast, and the three of us will eat together. Would ye like that?”

  Gavan walked over to the bedroll and put himself in the same position Caelan had been last night when Gavan had taken her maidenhead. He crooked his fingers at her to coax her to come to him.

  Elizabeth crawled back on his lap and curled up.

  5

  ELIZABETH

  * * *

  Elizabeth spent the next few days enthralled in a sexual haze. She might have been mortified, if not for Gavan and Caelan’s constant assurance that nothing that happened between the three of them was wrong. She found she craved their touch and was rarely without one, or the other, touching her.<
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  After the first day, she lost her shyness about being naked in their presence. They had decreed that, while she could wear a corset and chemise in the future, she would be allowed no bloomers. Usually, Caelan had on both trousers and shirt, but Gavan tended to favor just his trousers. He teased her that, if she wasn’t careful, he’d take to wearing a kilt, a kind of male skirt he could easily ruck out of the way to have her anytime he liked.

  Part of her still fretted that what they were doing was wrong but, each time they touched her and murmured words of sex and love to her, those feelings slipped further and further away. After letting her recover the first day from the loss of her virginity, they began to regularly fuck her several times during the day and night.

  There were times, it would be one-on-one and, other times, both would be there as one fucked her pussy and the other played with her nipples, clit, or bottom hole. Both Gavan and Caelan woke with morning hard ons and both insisted on plowing her pussy, or cunny, as they called it, often not bothering to wake her before they started. Elizabeth decided that was the best way to be awakened.

  Gavan usually had her on her back with her thighs spread wide so all three could see his cock disappearing and reappearing into her pussy. Caelan, most often, had her on her knees and mounted her like a wild stallion. They encouraged her to tell them what she liked best. The problem was, she liked it all.

  Each morning, when they were through, Gavan would take her over his lap while Caelan used their combined essence to lubricate the plug before placing it inside her. She had to wear it for several hours, and they gently teased her when she squirmed.

  “Our Lizzie likes having her bottom plugged, don’t ye, lass?” Caelan said one morning as he fisted her hair to drag her over to where Gavan was lying prone. “Suck yer husband’s cock, Lizzie.”

  She had leaned down, deep throating his staff, loving the feel and taste of him. She had discovered that her husbands tasted different. Caelan’s cum was sweeter and less salty, but she found she liked both. Her head bobbed up and down, taking him deeper in her mouth while swirling her tongue around it like a lollipop.

  Elizabeth was so focused on pleasuring Gavan that she startled when Caelan stroked her back down between her butt cheeks and jiggled the plug.

  “Cae,” she panted before yowling when he swatted her.

  “Nay, lass, ye keep sucking Gavan and pleasuring him.”

  He twisted the plug inside her, and she found she could barely focus on even keeping Gavan’s cock in her mouth, but Gavan grasped her head and forced it down the length of his staff.

  Caelan knelt behind her and nudged her thighs apart. “ ‘Tis time ye learned to pleasure the both of us at the same time and to take pleasure in all three holes at once. Ye have Gavan’s cock in yer mouth, the wee plug up your bum, and now you’ll take my cock in yer cunny. Do ye want my cock in ye, Lizzie, stroking you so that Gav and I both fill you up at the same time?”

  She nodded and mewled in need.

  “Keep sucking, Lizzie. Cae will see to yer need, won’t ye, Cae?”

  “Aye, Gav, I will,” he said as he guided his cock into her wet, warm cunny and began stroking rapidly.

  Elizabeth felt both of their cocks swelling and twitching in anticipation of their shooting their loads in her.

  “Ye didna let even a drop of my seed leave yer mouth, lass. Take it deep and into yer belly while Cae fills your cunny.”

  She managed not to choke on his cock as he started spurting his cream down her throat while Caelan began filling her pussy.

  When they were finished, she was sprawled across Gavan’s prone body.

  After supper, they would take turns fucking her, sometimes hard and fast, and sometimes slow and long. Elizabeth didn’t care. As long as they fucked her repeatedly, she fell into a stupor because she had been so well used and pleasured. They constantly praised her, and she began to bask in their loving attention.

  Each night, she would curl into their collective arms, exhausted and sated. Gavan mostly laid on his back, and she curled against him, with her head on his shoulder. Caelan spooned with her from the back. She had never felt so warm, safe, and loved in her entire life.

  If her husbands liked having their hands on her, she was finding just as much pleasure in touching them. She kept waiting to feel as if they were just using her, or were going to withdraw, or abandon her, like every other person in her life, but they never did. In fact, they did just the opposite, they were gentle and loving with her, always ensuring her needs were seen to first.

  GAVAN

  * * *

  Gavan woke to find himself all alone with their bride. They were planning to leave today. Caelan had said he wanted to go back into town and get Lizzie a few more things so she’d have more than the one skirt and her tight-fitting chaps to wear, although they agreed they might keep the chaps on hand for her to wear just for them, preferably with nothing else on.

  His cock throbbed against the crack of her arse and, in her sleep, she snuggled back against him.

  Gavan smiled as he got up on his knees behind her, drawing her hips up so she was in the perfect position to be mounted. He parted her thighs and sank his length into her. He began to stroke her deeply, and her body responded as it always did, orgasamming from his dominant possession. As she woke, he began thrusting harder and faster, quickly bringing her to a second climax before driving into her with an even greater frenzy in order to achieve his own release.

  Once he was finished, and the quivering of her pussy ceased, he patted her backside, slid from inside her, nipped her ear, and whispered, “Good morning, wife.”

  She giggled, a sound he and Caelan agreed she only made when happy and sated.

  “Good morning, husband.” She sat up. “Where is my other husband?”

  “What?” he said in false indignation. “I’m not enough for ye, ye wanton hussy?”

  Elizabeth giggled again. “Nay, yer not,” she said, mocking his brogue.

  “Thank God for that,” said Caelan as he rode in and overheard their banter. Leaping off his horse, he tossed his reins to Gavan.

  CAELAN

  * * *

  Caelan started to position Lizzie more to the center of the bed. Uncharacteristically, she pulled away from him.

  He and Gavan had counted themselves amongst the most fortunate of men. Lizzie was beautiful, intelligent, capable, and wildly passionate. She reveled in their amorous attention and took to most things willingly. She was still apprehensive about his taking her arse, but the idea of having his cock in her arse while Gavan fucked her cunny seemed to make her inordinately wet. He and Gavan had decided the first time they doubly penetrated her, with neither using her mouth, would be in the big bed they’d had built for their use at Bridgewater.

  Lizzie sprang up and spun away from him, dancing away as he reached for her.

  He growled but, before the sound had left his mouth, she stepped back onto the bedroll, dropping gracefully onto her knees, arching her back, and moaning before stretching down into position and spreading her legs. God, she was magnificent. Her needy vulva pulsed and, beyond it, her glorious pussy offering a wet, creamy invitation for him to mount and breed.

  Caelan accepted without reservation, mounting her in one swift, strong move, his groin slamming into her backside as he held her tight.

  Her response was as primitive as it was powerful; she cried out his name as she orgasmed.

  He pistoned his hips so that his cock began to hammer her pussy. He hadn’t been this rough with her before, but she surprised him by welcoming it. She cried out as he pumped his hips, which seemed only to inflame her lust.

  His hold on her tightened as he thrust more deeply within her. He fucked her through two more climaxes without let up, not even allowing her to catch her breath. The feelings of passion, possession, and dominance were intense. Over and over, he stroked her cunt with a fierce and overwhelming need to not only breed her, but reclaim her, as well. Locking her to him, he pump
ed his seed deep into her.

  As he withdrew, he realized Gavan was standing behind them, raw lust evident in every fiber of his being.

  “Ye should be careful how ye tease Gavan, lass. I fear yer nay getting off your knees until he’s had ye again.”

  Lizzie looked at the man who was both partner and brother to Caelan and, with a sensual smile that was as old as time, she purred, “Then, you’d best get out of his way so he can fuck me.”

  Caelan stood, slapping her ass with a bit of sting then hitched up his pants.

  Gavan practically threw him aside as he dropped behind Lizzie, opened his trousers, and rammed home with his cock.

  Lizzie squealed in aroused delight before succumbing to her orgasm and screaming his name.

  Caelan got great pleasure watching Gavan have at Lizzie. Never before had the son of the Laird of the Clan MacLean given into his baser side, or allowed his heart to become engaged. Caelan hid his smile. There was no doubt in his mind that, at long last, Gavan had fallen in love.

  When he was finished, Gavan had encouraged Lizzie to stretch out. As she did, he stroked her body like one would a cat, and their bride purred in pleasure.

  Calen joined them, lying down next to her.

  “I went back into town and picked ye up a few things,” said Caelan.

  “I don’t want anything from that fucking shithole of a town,” she spat.

  Gavan’s hand descended on her upturned rump with the speed of a striking rattler.

  She rolled over, spoiling for a fight. “God damn it, Gavan!” she snarled.

  Without a word, Gavan stood up, pulled on his trousers and boots and then hauled Lizzie up by her hair, striding for the creek where they had left soap and cloths for her to be able to take a bath later. She had requested one the day before.

  “Caelan?” she asked quietly.

  “Aye, lass,” he said kissing her forehead before dipping his head and taking her nipple into his mouth.