by Vanessa Vale
“No, I don’t want that,” Olivia said, her voice drifting softly down the hall.
“You will.” One of her husband’s voices was deep and commanding, although quiet. They were in the men’s office at the back of the house.
A loud crack filled the air, making me jump. Olivia cried out. “No!”
They were hitting her!
“We know what you need.” Another voice.
“I don’t need that,” Olivia countered.
Another hit.
I couldn’t stand by and let them hurt my friend. I didn’t care that the men were bigger than me.
I grabbed the rifle that was on pegs by the front door, loaded and ready for any kind of danger outside. It was good enough for trouble inside as well. The heavy weight of it made my arms drop to my sides but I lifted it, walked down the hall and barged into the library.
“Leave Olivia alone!” I shouted, swinging the gun.
I skidded to a stop just inside the doorway as I took in the scene before me. Olivia was naked and bent over one of the desks. Simon’s hand was stroking over the reddened skin of her bottom as Cross had two of his fingers deep inside her… oh, my. They weren’t in her pussy, but in her back entrance, like Xander had done to me earlier. But Cross was using two fingers and they were all the way inside of her.
Oh, dear God! The area that he had stretched open was slick and shiny. Her woman’s core was bare of any hair and I could see the lips there were bright pink and swollen and equally glistening. Rhys held a strangely shaped piece of wood near Olivia’s lowered head. In his other hand was his… oh, my, his member and it was big and red and very large. He was stroking it slowly with his fist. I’d never seen one so big. Well, I’d only seen Frank’s and it had been nothing like that. The outlines of Xander and Tyler’s cocks indicated they would be comparable in size. I swallowed at the idea of something that big fitting inside me. Xander had even said he wanted to put it in my… ass. I clenched down at the thought.
Rhys and Cross froze at my surprised appearance. Simon turned to face me. His own member was sticking out from his open pants and I couldn’t help but stare. Actually, I didn’t know quite where to look.
“Emily!” Olivia cried out. This time the sound of her voice held a hint of embarrassment, not fear.
“Emily, put the gun down,” Simon said, holding his hands out in front of him. I didn’t know if I should stand my ground on the off chance that they were hurting Olivia—clearly they weren’t—or run away embarrassed.
I felt my cheeks heat and I turned away, lowered the gun. “I’m… I thought you were hurting her.”
I wished the earth would swallow me up in this moment. They were touching Olivia intimately, doing wicked, dark things to her. I dashed out of the room and, with fumbling fingers, put the rifle back on the wall in the entry. My arms ached from holding the heavy weapon.
Simon’s large frame filled the doorway. “Emily, we would never hurt her. You must know that.”
I nodded, but couldn’t look him in the eye. “Yes, I know.”
“You’ve been married, but you will learn, things are done differently here at Bridgewater. Xander and Tyler will show you.”
I didn’t admit to him that they already had, at least a little bit.
Although I couldn’t see Olivia, I heard her breathy moan. Her other men didn’t stop their attentions because of my interruption.
“Hear that? We aren’t hurting her, but pleasing her. She likes it, likes what we do with her, even though it may have sounded otherwise.”
“Yes, all right.” I just wanted to say whatever it took to make a hasty retreat.
“I assume, since you’re here, that you’ve agreed to marry?”
I nodded, looking at the floor.
“Where are your men?” he asked.
Olivia groaned. “It’s so big.”
I flushed again, guessing of what she spoke. “They are to bring back the sheriff. I will… um… wait at their house, I mean, at Ian and Kane’s house for them. I’ll let you… um… get back to Olivia.”
I didn’t wait for him to say anything more, but dashed out the open doorway and down the steps.
“Yes! More, Rhys. Please, more!” Olivia’s very satisfied voice drifted to me, even as I ran away.
CHAPTER FIVE
TYLER
“Simon said we should ask you after an encounter you witnessed while we were in town,” I said, closing the door to Ian and Kane’s house behind us. It was the door that we’d pressed Emily against only hours ago, all of us discovering just what it would be like between us. She was our bride now, the sheriff happily coming to Bridgewater to perform the quick service.
“What did you see, sweetheart?” Xander asked, hanging up his hat on the peg.
She wouldn’t meet either of our eyes and her hands fidgeted with her dress. I had a good idea what she’d come upon, but I wanted to hear it from her. I was enjoying how flustered she was. It was a clear sign that while she’d been married, her dead husband hadn’t stolen all of her innocence.
“Oh, um… well, I interrupted them.”
Bridgewater men didn’t just copulate with their wives under the cover of darkness, pushing up their bride’s nightgown to rut. They possessed her body and soul. Nothing was considered inappropriate. Ass training and fucking. Cock sucking. Two men at once, filling both holes. Nipple play. If a Bridgewater woman was needy, their men took care of her, whenever. Wherever.
“Were they fucking?” Xander asked, trying to coax the words from her.
Her head whipped up and her mouth fell open. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. “Well, no. Not exactly.”
“Were they licking her pussy?” I asked. Her dark eyes met mine and I watched as her pupils dilated. Ah, she liked dirty talk, but was unused to it.
She shook her head and bit her lower lip.
I reached into the small cloth bag Rhys had given me. A wedding present, he’d said, then slapped me resoundingly on the shoulder. It was full of the handmade dildos and plugs he’d lathed. It was a hobby of his and came in quite useful for everyone at Bridgewater. Bridgewater men liked to train their women for ass play and ass fucking and so would Xander and I.
“Were they using something like this?” I held up a plug that would soon fill Emily’s virgin ass. We’d take her there, fuck her together eventually, Xander filling that untried hole while I took her tight pussy.
Her eyes widened at the sight of it. It wasn’t the smallest plug, for it wasn’t slim or short. In fact, when we worked this inside of Emily she’d have a very good idea of what a cock there would feel like.
“They weren’t… not yet.”
Xander walked off into the parlor and I held out my arm to direct her to follow. There, Xander sat down in one of the comfortable chairs situated around the cold fireplace.
“So they weren’t fucking her and she didn’t have a plug in her ass,” Xander commented. “That means they were preparing her for the plug, for fucking her there. Who had his fingers in your friend’s ass?”
Xander was much more blunt than me.
“Cross,” Emily admitted.
His directness worked with our new bride, for I was surprised she’d actually respond. But she had. That meant she’d respond to other things Xander said. I arched a brow and eyed Xander as I offered a slight nod. I wanted him to continue.
“Take off your dress, sweetheart.” Xander placed his elbows on the armrests and steepled his fingers together, intent on watching.
Her pink lips fell open and I heard a little gasp escape. The sound went right to my cock. I wanted to see those lips parted and stretching around the blunt head.
“Do you need my help?” I came up behind her and kissed her nape. She startled. “Shh,” I crooned against her sweet-smelling skin. It was soft as silk and warm beneath my lips.
“Xander’s the bossy one. Let’s show him what he wants.” I tossed him the plug so I could have both hands free. Reaching around, I slowly undid the button a
t the top of her modest dress. I knew she had no drawers beneath, for we hadn’t given them back earlier.
I watched as her breathing changed, how her breasts rose and fell against my hands as I worked my way down the front. As I looked over her shoulder, I could see the creamy expanse of her breasts thrust up above her snug corset. Her shift did nothing to hide how enticing they were.
Once the buttons were complete, I placed my hands on her slim shoulders, gently and carefully as not to scare her. I didn’t think she would bolt like a skittish horse, but if I were to have my cock inside of her anytime soon, I wanted her amenable. Slowly, I slid the dress off her shoulders and down her arms, lower and lower it went until it was caught about her waist. With one last push and a slide of my hands around her lush curves, it fell silently to the floor.
A muscle in Xander’s neck pulsed at the sight of her.
Working my hands back up her hips, I lifted the delicate material of her shift as they went. Little by little, her pussy became exposed to Xander’s gaze. He leaned forward, placing his forearms on his thighs and sucking in a breath.
I didn’t stop my upward motion until the shift was free of her hair and I dropped it to the floor. Wanting to see her, I came around from behind her and looked my fill.
Emily stood before us, nervous as hell, yet remaining still. Her corset squeezed her waist tightly, which only lifted and plumped up her full breasts. If the top didn’t have lace edging then her nipples would surely be visible.
Her pussy, hell, her pussy was stunning. Pink lips couldn’t be hidden by dark curls. Her clit poked out, as if eager for our mouths again. Once we shaved her bare, nothing would hide her beauty. My cock pressed painfully against my pants, eager to feel her slick heat.
“You’re stunning, sweetheart.” Xander’s voice was softer than I’d ever heard it. He crooked a finger and she took a tentative step closer, then another until she stood between his spread knees. He cupped her ass and stroked that supple skin before reaching up and unhooking the stays of her corset. When he let the stiff garment fall to the floor, her breasts spilled free.
Xander swore beneath his breath as he cupped them in his palms. They were full to overflowing and the nipples, a lovely blush color, tightened.
I itched to touch her. She was ours now. Nothing prevented me from doing so, so I came up behind her, pressed the length of my body against her back. I knew when she cried out that she’d felt my cock at her lower back. When Xander slid his hands down her belly and between her legs, widening her stance so he could stroke over her sensitive flesh, I took my turn to cup her breasts.
They were more than a handful, teardrop-shaped and heavy in my palms. With a flick of my thumbs, her nipples tightened even further. When I tugged at the tips, she arched her back and cried out.
“It’s different with two men, isn’t it?” I murmured, enjoying myself. I could play with her breasts all day as Xander did other things to her. I wasn’t alone in seeing to her pleasure.
She nodded against my shoulder. “Frank, he never… it was never like this.” Her voice was breathy, stunned.
I knew when Xander slipped a finger inside her, for she went up on her toes, which made her nipples pull taut between my fingers.
“She’s dripping wet,” Xander commented, his head lowered and watching his hand at work. “And squeezing my fingers. I can’t wait to get her on my cock.”
A little moan escaped her lips when he slipped his fingers from her, opened his pants and his cock fell free. A rare grin split his face when he looked up at Emily as he stroked it.
“This is for you, sweetheart. Climb on and go for a ride.”
I was glad Xander didn’t want to draw this out. I’d been ready for her since I opened the door to her earlier. He’d checked her for readiness. By the wet sound that was made when Xander had pulled his fingers from her pussy, I knew she was well primed for our cocks.
With my hands on her hips, I helped Emily settle her knees on either side of Xander’s hips, then lowered her onto the broad head of his cock.
When she sank down, little by little, filling her pussy with his big cock, she reached up and gripped his shoulders for balance. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in utter surprise.
She shook her head and began to squirm in his lap. “It’s too big. No… this won’t work.”
Running a hand down the length of her spine, I tried to soothe her. “Shh, baby. He’ll fit. I promise. Take it slow. Nice and slow and let him in.”
The sooner she rode Xander to completion, the sooner I could find my own release.
EMILY
He was too big. God, Xander’s… cock was much too large to fit inside me. Frank had been small in comparison to Simon’s and Rhys’ cocks I’d seen inadvertently earlier, but Xander…
His cock was thick and long with a plum-colored head. Thick veins ran up the length of it when he’d gripped the base. It was stretching me open, stretching me wide… so wide I squirmed and tried to lift myself off, but Tyler held my hips still and was working me lower and lower.
I clawed at Xander’s shoulders, frightened. “I don’t want it.”
Tyler’s hands disappeared and Xander’s big hand cupped my jaw. It was so warm and I could feel the rough calluses on his palm. “Stop moving,” he commanded.
I stilled, with only part of him filling me. The bite of his words gave me focus, something to pay attention to other than my fear.
“Good girl. Now, just settle. That’s it. You’re so wet, sweetheart, my cock head is coated. Take a deep breath and relax. That’s right.”
Xander’s tone, while direct, was almost soothing. He was directing me, distracting me from the discomfort. When I did relax my inner walls, I slipped a little bit lower on him. He was right, my wetness eased his entry, but I still felt as if I were being split open.
“Lift and lower yourself, get used to the feel of my nice, big cock.”
I came up onto my knees and pulled up off of him, but the flared head was notched just inside me, caught within me by my swollen pussy lips. Carefully, I lowered back down just a touch. Up and down I went, just a fraction of an inch, then more until the wet sounds of fucking filled the air.
“I love seeing her pussy swallow up your cock,” Tyler murmured. “And the way her breasts are bouncing, God, I’m going to come before I even get inside her.” I hadn’t realized until then my eyes had fallen shut and I’d almost forgotten he was there. I’d forgotten everything but the feel of Xander cramming into me. There wasn’t a better word for it, because with every little bit of entry he gained, the fit was so tight. When I finally sat directly on his denim-clad lap, the feel of it rough against the backs of my thighs, I opened my eyes.
Xander was watching me, his eyes almost black, his jaw clenched tight. The corner of his mouth ticked up. “See, sweetheart, a perfect fit.” His hands came to my hips. “Time to move now. Ah, shit, don’t squeeze my cock like that unless you want me to come right now.”
He growled when I did it again and I realized my feminine power. That was short-lived, for his grip tightened and he began to move me as he wished until I was truly riding his cock. The burn and the stretching were replaced with intense waves of pleasure, especially when Xander brought his hips up as he pulled me down onto him. The slight bite of pain as he hit the end of my channel morphed into delicious pleasure.
Somehow, his cock stroked over places inside I had no idea even existed, and that made me hotter and even eager for more.
“Yes,” I gasped, on one rough thrust. I gripped his shirt, clawed at his shoulders as I let my head fall back, my hips beginning to move of their own accord, circling and moving to build the pleasure. To follow it.
Hands cupped my breasts as I continued to move, fingers plucking at the nipples. On one sharp pinch, I cried out.
“She likes it,” Tyler commented. He pinched a little harder.
“Jesus, she’s squeezing my cock when you do that. Again,” Xander replied.
Tyler tugged this time, pulling on my nipples so that as I moved they were stretched painfully taut.
I couldn’t stand it. It was too much. They were too much. I came on a gasp, then I screamed as Xander picked up the pace, using my body to stroke his cock, to coat him with my arousal and bring him to his own completion.
I was lost, completely oblivious to anything but the feelings these two men could wring from my body. It was hot and soft and painful and so amazingly incredible that I never wanted it to end.
I felt Xander’s grip on my hips tighten even further as he thrust once, twice more, then buried himself within me. He groaned as I felt him pulse, filling me with his seed, coating me with the hot fluid.
Our ragged breathing mingled and I slumped against his chest. I heard his heart beat wildly beneath my ear. I didn’t know how long we remained like that, but when Xander lifted me up and off his cock, I hissed at the slow slide and the hot gush of seed that followed. Sitting up, I looked at him and bit my lip.
“I’m sorry I—”
He put a finger over my lips. “Shh. Never say you’re sorry about anything when we’re fucking. It’s natural. It’s perfect. We need to know how you feel, how it feels when we touch you, fill you up. Work your body. We will push you, Emily. That’s in my nature. In Tyler’s.”
“I was afraid,” I admitted. “I was… overwhelmed.”
“We are overwhelming,” he commented, and I smiled. “It’s Tyler’s turn, sweetheart. You don’t want him to die of blue balls, do you?”
I frowned at the question and glanced over my shoulder.
Tyler had his cock out and was stroking it. I watched as a bead of fluid seeped from the slit and dripped down the flared head. His cock was longer than Xander’s but not quite as thick. My inner walls clenched at being filled by his as well. I knew I could take it now.
“Up onto your knees. Higher. Good. Now stick your ass out and show me that pussy.”
I followed his instructions and it put my breasts directly in Xander’s face. My bottom was thrust out toward Tyler and I was in a most wanton position. No doubt he could see Xander’s seed slipping from me, for I felt it work its way down my thighs.
