by Jax Lusty
“Come on, Ari; let’s take our girl to the stars.”
I waited for his hands to move down to her tits, his fingers taking a firm hold of her nipples. She winced and threw her head back when he squeezed, but the moans she proceeded to make were not driven by pain.
I got my mouth back onto her clit and this time my fingers slid inside her a little easier. She would still know all about it when it came time to accept a good fucking.
Her pleading grew louder, and she gave a cry for help as her back arched, her cunt grabbing at my fingers. Her face twisted in a delicious manner contorted by the powerful orgasm rushing through her. This time it was longer, more intense than the one she’d had across my knee the other night. I waited only a short time for it to subside before I pulled my fingers from her and prepared myself to take her maidenhead.
I watched Ari soothing her. “Move quickly,” I said, indicating with my head that he should shift her from his lap onto the bed beside him.
CHAPTER 3
ARI
Katie was languid as I lay her on her back.
“How’re you going?” I asked her, brushing the hair from her face.
She blinked slowly and then smiled. “I’m fine. I feel...soft,” she replied.
“Griff’s going to take you now, as your husband.” A tinge of anxiety darkened her eyes and tugged at my heart. “Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. We’ll take good care of you. You’re nice and ready for him, now.”
I shifted off the bed as Griff knelt between her legs, bending her knees and opening her for him again. “That’s it, honey.” He started stroking her face. “You stay looking at me, always at me, okay? It’s time to make you our wife. It might hurt a little, but Ari and I are here, and you tell us if it’s too much. Ari’s going to put my cock in you, so it will be the three of us together for your first time.” He ducked in and gave her a kiss, then turned to me, the look in his eyes one of intense passion. “Do it,” he whispered.
As I took him in my hand, I don’t think I recall ever having felt him so big. His cock was hot, and it pulsed within my grip. He dipped his hips, and I took his cockhead to Katie, parting her cleft, so slippery with her juices.
“Ari, use your fingers, first.”
Griff’s suggestion wasn’t as much for Katie’s comfort as it was a concession to the bit part I would play. Griff would be first, but he wouldn’t take her without my having had a chance to feel her virgin tunnel as he had earlier.
I held Griff’s cock as if keeping a dog at bay from its prey and ran the tip of my finger around her entrance. Her heat matched Griff’s, and I felt a small stab of envy about what he was about to do. My finger slipped easily inside her but she was tight, and taking Griff’s size would certainly test her. When I fitted a second finger carefully into her lovely cunny, she gasped and squeezed her muscles in a manner that made my prick ache.
I withdrew. “She’s ready,” I muttered as a mad rush of emotions threatened to confound me. I took his cock and rubbed the slippery head in a small circle around her entrance, mixing Griff’s essence with her sweet juice. Griff grunted at the first touch, before I heard the pull of a breath, his head rising and his hips trying to thrust. As he exhaled, he relaxed and let me guide him so that his cockhead nestled just inside her lips. What a sight it was.
“Keep your hand on me as long as you can,” Griff ordered.
My hand was damp, and I left it wrapped around him as he began to push. He inched in through Katie’s short cry of alarm, all the time uttering soothing words and stroking her face. The restraint he held made his body tremble.
“I’m in, darling, that’s the worst of it, are you alright?”
Her whispered yes spoke straight to my heart. I inclined my head in time to see her smile and at the same time, Griff’s cock slipped through my grasp and further inside so that the only thing stopping the full union was my fist. I was a link in the coupling between them. For a moment, I wished I didn’t have to let go, but I did, enjoying a moment to cradle Griff’s tight balls before taking my hand, slippery with their emissions, to my cock.
The sight of Griff’s prick sliding out of her, pushing slowly back in until he found a rhythm was intoxicating. Katie’s cunt was the deepest pink, hugging Griff’s girth snug and wet. She moaned a glorious deep sound of pleasure as Griff continued whispering words of encouragement, telling her how beautiful she was. Together, they were perfect.
I released the hold on my cock because any stimulation right now was going to see me finish before I’d had a touch or taste of Katie. Griff increased the speed of his thrusts, his buttocks tight as he buried himself inside his wife. I took hold of her legs, wrapping them around his waist in a firm embrace.
Now Katie was making small cries of pleasure.
“That’s it, girl. You come while your husband gives you a good fucking. Come on, you’re nearly there.”
Katie’s breathing escalated as Griff lifted a little to make room for his hand between her legs. He must have found her clit because she let out a long moan, and I was able to see the spasms of her cunny round Griff’s prick.
“Fuck, yes,” Griff yelled, giving a final few deep, hard thrusts into her, and as he rose on his arms, his back bowed, I knew he was filling her with is seed.
Both were panting through the aftermath of their act, making my cock ache for some relief. At last, Griff pulled out of her, and a small amount of pink tinged cum, seeped from Katie’s pussy.
We lay on either side of her, holding her, showering her with kisses. “Are you okay?” I asked.
Her eyes were wide, her forehead damp. She smiled at me. “Is it always like this?”
“No, it gets better.”
“Then I shall die.”
“La petite mort,” said Griff.
“The little death,” she countered and laughed. “I believe that is true. But what a beautiful way to die!”
Griff rose from the bed and returned with a glass of water. “You must be thirsty, here.”
Katie sat to drink and her shyness that would have caused her to reach for something to cover her nakedness was no longer evident. When she was finished, she passed the glass back to Griff.
“She’s ready for you, Ari.”
The dark thoughts I’d tried to keep at bay all day rolled back in. “It’s okay, I can wait, she’ll be too sore right now.”
As much as it disappointed me, as much as I wanted to be buried deep inside her tight cunt, full and slippery with Griff’s seed, I knew I couldn’t do it. If she knew why, I was sure Katie would thank me, but the confused look in her eyes made me feel worse.
I wanted to tell her I was protecting her rather than thinking about my own immediate needs, but I couldn’t. I hadn’t even voiced my concerns to Griff, but since we’d returned from the Mission, they’d grown from something the size of the tiniest spore of the ponga, to unfurl into a massive over-arching frond that took away my light.
CHAPTER 4
KATIE
Did Ari not want me? Was it something I did wrong with Griff that made him shift from his earlier eagerness to his lack of desire? Or, perhaps it was Griff he truly wanted and was not interested in women at all.
The easiest way to stifle the feeling of rejection was to remove myself from their presence. “I should go to my own bed,” I said, as I shifted the covers and tried to sit up. If I left them to their familiar routine, Griff and Ari could have time together without me; the sort of time they had enjoyed before I came into the household.
Griff pulled the covers from my hold and with a hand to my shoulder insinuated I should lie back down.
“You are in your bed, my love. Unless I am away for the night, this is the bed you shall be sleeping in from now on. If I’m not here, you will share Ari’s bed.”
“But, Ari doesn’t want me, he—”
“I can assure you he does; it is only your wellbeing Ari thinks of. Look at him, at his cock. See how hard it stands? That’s because he desires you, Kat
ie.”
It was indeed long and hard and despite having been well taken already by Griff, I ached for Ari, too. I thought of the men equally and having come to their house with nor more than a small trunk, all I had to offer was the pleasure of my body. Yet I suspected the person Ari truly lusted for was Griff.
I reached out and touched him, ran my fingertips over his strong abdomen, causing him to suck in a sharp breath. His cock leapt as if hunting for my caress. Hearing nothing beyond the soft breathing of the men, I crept my hand down further and ran one finger across his lower belly, tracing the outline of his cock across his skin. Ari made a small noise, and I looked at him for admonishment or reassurance. His nod told me to carry on.
Back and forwards I went, drawing the outline on him, inching close but never touching his stiff member. I started and finished now where his hair was dark and tightly curled on his brown skin. Each time I neared the head of his prick, his hips jerked a little, trying to steal a touch from me. Soon my breath quickened as I grew more excited by the game I played.
Without a word, Griff took my hand and wrapped it around Ari’s rigid cock, guiding me as to how he liked to be touched just like before. The heat was astounding, and I had no idea that part of a man could feel so delicate and powerful at the same time. Griff squeezed my grip tighter, and Ari’s cock pulsed like a heartbeat within the hold of my palm.
“Do you want to fuck Katie, now, Ari, or do you want her to get you off using her hand?”
Ari’s face looked pained, and I wondered if I was hurting him, so I loosened my grip.
Griff’s hand had dipped between Ari’s thighs, and whatever he did caused Ari to jerk and groan.
“Do you want me to help?” Griff asked in a low voice.
Ari nodded.
“I thought so,” Griff added with a sly grin. “Come now, Katie, release the poor man before he spills all over his belly.”
He took my hand away and rolled me to my back. “Shuffle up the bed.”
I lay my head onto the pillows alongside Ari. He leaned over and gave me the sweetest kiss, a mere feather touch to my lips which he gradually deepened. When I reached for his face, he took my hand and pinned it above my head. He asked for my other hand, and when I offered it he captured it too, gathering them both so that my arms were stretched and imprisoned. A tingle of excitement rushed through me, and at last Ari was smiling. He ducked his head to my breasts and began gently lapping at my nipple. I wanted to clutch his head to me and encourage him to latch onto my tit, but my captured wrists put paid to that idea. I knew now that I would be getting from Ari exactly what he wanted to give me; nothing more nor less.
Finally, he took much of my small breast within his warm, wet mouth and drew on it, pulling a moan from deep inside me. This felt amazing and between my legs throbbed, thick and heavy with desire. A testing brush through my swollen cleft suggested Griff was back there teasing me, my body awash with sensations at what the two men were doing.
Ari moved to the other breast, tonguing, mouthing, nipping at me until I was begging for release. Wetness seeped from my pussy—as Griff had called it—as much from Griff’s emission as from my own arousal. The smell in the room was musky and warm, like that when you first enter the stables in the morning.
“Ready for me, my treasure?” Ari raised himself over me, his prick digging against my thigh.
“Yes, Ari, very much,” I replied.
He released my hands and positioned himself on top of me and like before, I allowed Griff to raise my legs so that I now lay as an offering to Ari.
“I’ve got you,” Griff murmured though I’m not sure who he spoke to.
A hand shifted between my legs, and then I felt the insistent press of Ari’s cock at the tender mouth of my tunnel.
Ari had his hands either side of my head holding me in place, his brown eyes watching me intently. “You’re hot and ready for me, aren’t you?”
“I’m ready, Ari,” I answered with as much honesty and passion I could muster.
The small furrow between his eyes deepened as the quick movement of his hips forced his cock through my entrance. I know I winced, the memory of the recent stinging claim of my maidenhead so fresh in my mind that my body seemed to prepare itself again for the pain. I thought Ari might pause but he simply gave a small nod as if our union was completing a job left half-done, and he continued to ease his way inside.
“How does that feel? Different to Griff?”
Is that what he needed? Some distinction in my mind to separate him from the man we both loved? Yes, he was different; his scent, the width of his hips, the length and girth of his cock. Already I had noted how different the two men were built.
“Yes, you feel different, but your love is equal,” I answered. My words spurred him to drive deeper, nudging right within me in a manner that drew a gasp of surprise.
“That’s it, now you’re mine, too.” He pushed again without withdrawing the way Griff had as if to assert the point he wanted to make. Lowering his face he placed small kisses around my jaw, up to my ear, all the time murmuring something I couldn’t understand.
“He iti kahurangi,” he whispered, placing his lips against a very tender and sweet place behind my ear. Then again he held my head, fixed my gaze so that I could look nowhere else but into his eyes. “A little treasure, Katie.”
He withdrew and pushed deep within me again. Then he stilled, closed his eyes, resting his forehead against mine. If it was possible, it felt as though his cock jumped within my tight confines right at the moment Ari released a deep groan. He kept still so that I wondered what was wrong then he said one name.
Griff.
It was almost a sigh, and although we remained connected physically I felt his emotional shift.
“How does she feel?” Griff asked.
“Hot, wet...full of your seed. Ah—”
Ari had started to pull out, but he thrust back into me.
“You keep fucking and between Katie and me, we’ll make you come.”
The pace of his deliberate thrusts increased as he stabbed his prick deep within my aching pussy.
“That’s the way...better with my finger in you, huh?” Griff asked.
“No,” Ari replied, panting hot in my ear.
“Yes,” Griff insisted, and Ari jerked again so that I wondered exactly what it was Griff was doing to him.
“Come inside Katie...mix our seed.”
“Stop with the finger, Griff,” Ari growled.
“Why? Do you want my cock instead? I’m half-ready right now just watching you two.”
Griff came up the bed and placed himself over us, the muscles in his strong arms bulging as he held his weight off us. “We can do it like this, all three of us.”
“I’m warning you, Griff,” Ari said and with those words he jerked backwards with his elbow and knocked Griff off him. In the same movement, he’d roughly pulled out of me, spraying his hot seed across my thighs and belly. With a curse, he collapsed on the bed at my side. I could still hear his harsh breathing, but my feeling was one of complete bewilderment even as he held me in a tight embrace.
What on earth had just happened?
Gradually his arms loosened, and Ari nestled against me, stroking my face and neck. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, studying the lock of my hair he twirled around his finger.
Tears pricked my eyes. What had started as something so beautiful had left me confused and ashamed. Was there something wrong with me? Griff rolled in behind me and took my arms around Ari.
“Hold him like that. He needs you.”
In my mind, I was the last person he needed but Griff knew him better than I, so I took his body against mine and closed my eyes, squeezing the tears away.
We slept entwined in each other although I woke several times through the night. At one point, both men had left the bed and stood together near the door, their low whispers crossing the room with the eerie cry of the ruru and the small shaft of moonlight that broke throu
gh the curtains. I must have returned to sleep quickly for I don’t remember the men coming back to bed. When I woke again in the morning, there was no sign of Ari, and Griff stood alongside his dresser, buttoning his shirt.
“Good morning, wife,” he said, his smile warming me.
I think it was the sleepy gaze I cast over him that caused him to pause in his task of dressing.
“Good morning, husband,” I teased back. “Where is Ari?” Not being awake properly, I failed to censor my question, and as soon as it slipped from my mouth I wished I hadn’t asked at all, fearful of the answer.
“Making your breakfast, and don’t look at me in that saucy manner unless you want me back in bed with you.”
He crossed the room and planted a lingering kiss upon my mouth. “Be quick to the kitchen, my love, there’s something I want to teach you before breakfast.” He glanced around before fetching my chemise and drawers. “Wash if you need to and wear these... No need yet for your dress.
My mind couldn’t find any plausible reason for so little clothing beyond the men wanting easy access to my body. I went to the wash room and made myself as fresh as possible after the activities of the previous night. I cleaned off the places where the men’s seed and my own excretions had dried. Between my legs—my pussy, I thought with a giggle—was tender but still eager with anticipation of what was about to occur.
In one night, I had changed from chaste to wanton. The freedom of being released from the oppressive jurisdiction of the orphanage made it easy for me to embrace my new life. There was no harsh judgement from these men, no accusations of acting lewd or shameless the way two of the girls I’d lived with had been admonished when they’d been caught with a man. Their punishment was to be banished from the home for such sinful behaviour, destined for a life of prostitution...or so we were warned.
Although the previous night had certainly had its complications, on the whole, I was immensely happy with my new role of a wife. What’s more, within the sanctity of marriage even carnality surely becomes an act of love. And although I’d not known these men long, I already felt loved by them in the way they protected me, provided for me and sought to bring me immense pleasure. I did have concerns of a rather delicate nature but given what we had done together and the men’s knowledge with regard to women, and animal husbandry, I believed they would be able to provide me with an answer.
