The finger pressed inside me while another hand danced over my clit, filling me with soothing light and warmth that made the intrusion a lot easier to stand. The finger seemed to be sliding in easily, too, which surprised me. All my experience with anal implied things got shoved in there and they just always felt awful.
This didn’t feel awful.
I bit back a moan, remembering my bet with Matt. Anyway, there was clearly a difference between a finger and a cock. Just because this felt good, it didn’t even slightly imply that getting fucked backwards would be enjoyable.
A cacophony of glimmering tingles drowned out my thoughts and I sighed needily.
“She’s enjoying herself, already,” Andy remarked.
“And so tight around my finger,” Ben added.
“Just imagine what her bum would be like around your cock.” Matt’s words made me clench up, which just made Ben’s finger feel bigger inside me. He chuckled.
The finger slid out, and two men lifted me while Matt got underneath, lying on his back on the bed. This was it, then. It was really happening. They were going to fuck me in a four-way.
“You ready for this?” Matt asked fisting his cock beneath me. I looked him in the eye. This was the man who had held me in his arms in the mud beside Adam’s grave as the rain had pelted down on us. I trusted him implicitly. Trusted all of them.
“Ready as I’ll ever be, sir,” I replied breathily. Ben and Andy lowered me onto Matt’s cock and I groaned as it filled me like nothing had ever filled me before. I’d seen it already, and put my mouth around it in the shower, but this was the first time I’d really felt it. I was impressed. When I ground against his pelvis a couple of times, the friction from his cock almost made me explode on the spot.
That had never happened before. It was like we were two pieces of a puzzle which fitted together perfectly.
“Not so fast, sweetheart,” Andy murmured, as though he knew what sensations swirled through my body right now. He knelt in front of me. His feet pressed up against the headboard, and his cock twitched tantalizingly. I leaned forward to take him into my mouth again, remembering how good it had felt yesterday, and my mouth watered. Actually watered. For his cock. I didn’t remember that ever happening before with anyone, either.
I opened my mouth, ready for him, and felt a submissive tingle of desire and satisfaction when he thrust past my lips. When I’d been reading about BDSM, the amount of people talking about blowjobs and how much they enjoyed giving them really surprised me.
All I’d heard in the past were my friends from school bitching about how much they hated when their boyfriends wanted to get head. I’d nodded along sympathetically but seriously I’d always wanted to be roughly forced to serve someone by sucking their cock.
After all the “answer these 100 questions to find out if you’re a submissive” transparent psychometric nonsense quizzes I’d seen during my research, I was starting to develop a theory that a submissive test only needed one easy question: Do you love sucking cock? Anyone who got actual cravings to feel their lips being stroked by their partner’s hard, heavy shaft, or was occasionally overwhelmed by the urge to stroke the hot, silken flesh with their tongue, or who needed new panties when they swallowed cum, was definitely submissive, in my opinion. I guessed it wouldn’t be true of everyone, but it did it for me. Every. Single. Time.
It always got me very excited, because it was so much more intimate than sex. With my mouth, I could feel every vein, every ridge and furrow in Andy’s cock. With his hard member, he could demand obedience and subservience from me in a way no other act could. The heat of his cock was soothing and slightly addictive at the same time.
Suckling his cock was completely about giving, and I loved being cast along in the sea of submission while he used me for his own pleasure. When Andy’s big head hit the back of my soft palate, my pussy quivered and juiced around Matt’s cock.
“Don’t forget me, love,” Ben murmured.
Ben’s finger swirled around the opening to my ass, igniting delicious sparks in the nerve endings. I’d never thought it was possible, but I now craved him. He pushed his finger into my ass and I wanted to melt completely as I was stretched by the combination of Ben’s finger and Matt’s big cock.
“That’s it, just let me fuck you.” Ben’s words were so deliciously naughty, they sent a thrill through my core. I felt my ass clenching around him, sending a shock of tingles through my rear passage as it squeezed his finger.
If my body was an instrument, they were strumming a chord that resonated perfectly inside me.
“Ready to move again?” Matt asked.
I had just about gotten accustomed to Ben’s finger and I still had Andy’s cock in my mouth so I couldn’t answer. I wanted movement. Friction. The three of them inside me together, claiming me.
Like he read my mind, Matt bounced me up and down on his cock, making it hard to keep sucking Andy off, and I knew I was close already. My clit was grinding against his rock-hard lower abs, causing tiny explosions to rock my body every few seconds. My breasts jiggled in time with his movements.
Around Ben’s finger, my ass hummed with a low rumble that spoke of a deep and satisfying climax like nothing I’d ever known. My pussy clenched around Matt’s cock and his length ensured he hit my cervix on the downwards motions while his curvature rubbed his shaft against my g-spot. Pressure built in my belly.
In my mouth, Andy’s cock alternately choked me and caressed me, making it impossible to breathe while he was almost in to the hilt, and making it impossible not to sigh with pleasure when the smooth flesh stroked against my tongue and the roof of my mouth.
Any reservations or concerns I’d had now slipped out of the window in the wake of what the three men were making me feel. It was beyond anything I’d ever imagined possible.
I reached out, wanting to get closer to Ben, and when he realized what I was trying to do, he shuffled around a little.
My hand grasped his cock and I stroked it, enjoying feeling the warmth and hardness in my hand. My attention was already being divided between what Andy was doing with my mouth, and what Matt and Ben were doing down below, and I don't think I had the porn star skills to properly get Ben off at the same time, but he growled his approval, nonetheless.
Delicious tingles radiated through my body and I knew I was getting close. Focusing on anything at all except the incredible sensations dancing along my nerve endings was impossible. The three men were taking me at the same time and I was a helpless passenger carried along by their will. I clenched my thighs, feeling the crackling energy in my core as it turned into an almost unbearable pressure.
“That's it Becky, just let go,” Matt murmured in my ear. That was all the encouragement I needed to come apart, still impaled by all three of them, writhing and making strange noises that didn't make any sense because of the cock in my mouth.
My hand gripped Ben’s cock tightly, and I reached out to rake my nails down Matt's chest, but he caught my wrist in his hand and held it, controlling my movements once more. I wasn’t in control. A shower of electric heat tore through me in waves and I quivered while the men increased their pace, drawing out every single drop of my pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, a single perfect moment, where everything made sense and all the normal rules flew out of the window.
Matt came about two seconds after my climax began to fade, and he rutted me hard and fast before stiffening with a groan.
Andy was next, of course, seizing my hair and roughly making me his plaything as he commanded the pace. I loved being treated like this, and when I felt his liquid shooting down my throat, I had a great sense of satisfaction as I swallowed. It accompanied a powerful aftershock tearing through my core where Matt was still seated.
“My turn, now.” Ben slid his finger out of my rear, and we all separated. After some movement and rearranging, Ben was positioned at my entrance, while the other two each held one of my breasts. Ben was already well on the way towards fini
shing, so when he stroked inside me, burying himself to the hilt, I thought it would only take a few minutes before the inevitable explosion.
Ben, however, had other plans. His hand snaked down between us, one finger finding my pearl, and lightly swirling over it. At the same time, Matt and Andy alternated caresses and pinches to my nipples. The pressure inside me built again, and I was quickly teetering on the edge of a second climax.
I came apart quickly this time, and I writhed, crying out, as the three men somehow focused entirely on me, pinching my nipples and stroking my clit while Ben fucked me. While my pussy was contracting around Ben. He lost himself inside me, finishing with a roar. Afterwards, there was a long moment of stillness as none of us moved. Eventually, Ben pulled out, and once more, I was ensconced by warmth and utterly satisfied.
Maybe it was because we'd already fooled around in the shower but being with the three men hadn't felt anywhere near as strange as I'd expected. Instead of awkward movements and uncertainty, the whole thing had just flowed beautifully. Rather than feeling like they were just using me for their own pleasure, the way they had treated me had bordered on reverence.
Each of them had worked together as a team to bring me to two consecutive climaxes. I felt cared for, and like the experience would have been diminished if all three of them had not been there at the same time, in harmony. I was curious, however, about what it would be like to have sex with them individually, or with two of them. I guessed it would change the dynamic.
It was easy to be comfortable around them, they admired me, walking a tight line between making me submit but not degrading me. They took my body to new heights of sensation, and respected my limits.
I wasn’t sure I would ever be ready for anal, but they had not pressured me into it. Instead, they had gradually let me try something similar. And the truth was, I had liked it. Ben's finger in my ass had been nothing like my previous experiences with anal. It had felt smooth and decadent, not painful and intrusive. Definitely, I would be willing to let him do that again.
Whether or not that meant I was ever interested in trying full-blown anal I didn’t know, but I was glad that the men had let me experience it without demanding a verdict.
Being in the middle of this big hug, where the men held and protected me, I could definitely see us doing this again. Three hot guys all to myself... who wouldn’t?
A twinge of worry niggled at the back of my mind. What if they get deployed and killed? I tried to ignore it. The three of them worked in different departments. The chances of them ever being sent out to the same place at the same time were miniscule. Right?
Chapter 9
Bex
I looked in the mirror. I was wearing the dress again. Only, this time, when I tried to look at the detail of the dress, it was like it had been blurred out. I couldn’t focus on it. Was it a mermaid dress or a ballgown? A-line or empire-line? The only thing I knew for sure was that the hem brushed the floor as I walked through an empty church. A tearing sound made me look down. The dress was unraveling from the hem up. No one had come to the wedding. No one was giving me away. Had I got the day wrong? Why was I so alone? The further I walked, the faster the dress unraveled until I stood at the altar and the last threads of the gown disappeared.
What had happened to it?
A cold wind blew through the church. It was just a ruin, now. There was no altar, no pews, no lights. The glass in the windows and even the roof were all long gone. The wind chilled me to my bones. Around me, the threads of the unravelled wedding gown were blown away. I blinked, and the walls of the church had fallen. Piles of tumbledown stone were partially obscured by mounds of grass growing over them.
There was no suggestion this was ever a church, rather than, say, a school or a farmhouse.
“Are you ready, Bex?”
Someone’s voice broke into the desolation. I didn’t understand it. Why were they asking if I was ready? There was nothing left to be ready for!
When I awoke, I was breathing quickly. What had my dream meant? It took me all of two seconds to remember what day it was. Today should have been my wedding day. The date would be indelibly marked on my heart forever, just like the day he’d died. This should have been our special day.
I went through my morning rituals in a daze. The shower said it was forty-two degrees Celsius. Despite the fact it was turning my skin red, it still didn’t feel hot enough. I soaped three times but didn’t feel like I was clean.
I didn’t want to get out of the shower. As soon as I did, I’d have to face the reality that I wasn’t about to put on my wedding dress. Eventually, there was nothing else to do. I turned off the water and got out. Dried off. Then I stared at my wardrobe, with no idea what to put on. It seemed wrong, somehow, to wear my usual slouchy Saturday stuff, but surely it would be dramatic and attention-seeking to put on something black.
After all, I’d already spent a long time mourning Adam. I’d moved on, in a lot of ways. But today was more the loss of the future I’d envisioned. After all, it wasn’t like I could get married to three men. It was enormously illegal. Maybe back in the olden days, people could get around it by going to other countries or something, but now, with the internet, and everyone’s details being kept online, it would be impossible.
There was no happy ending for this union between me and three men. I knew that. But six months ago, I’d thought I was going to marry someone, and they had been stolen from me. I didn’t think it was wrong to mourn the loss of my future along with the loss of Adam himself.
At the back of the wardrobe, I found the dress I’d worn to Adam’s funeral. It was crumpled in a corner, where it must have fallen of its hanger at some point and I’d never noticed. I shook it out and looked at it. Sniffed. It was still embedded with the last sprays of my old perfume. I used to wear a preppy, floral scent, which Adam always said reminded him of summer walks through the botanic garden. The bottle had run out on the day of his funeral. I’d never thrown it out. I couldn’t bring myself to.
I put the dress on, thinking I’d take it off in a minute, before I went downstairs. I opened my top drawer and pulled out the empty bottle of perfume. I pulled the lid off and sniffed the sprayer. Like the dress, but... purer? Was that it? The remnants of scent on the dress smelled like they’d mingled with something and it had changed, a little.
I supposed memories were a bit like that. When I went over them too many times, they started to change, and take on a bit of the present day. Things I knew now, like the fact Adam had asked his three mates to look after me, changed what I understood about the past. It re-coloured my memories of the five of us going out to the pub together a couple of times.
I replaced the lid on the perfume bottle, to keep it pure for next time I needed a hit of the carefree days of last year.
I was about to pull the dress off when I paused. What was I doing? It was wrong to try and forget about everything. Why did I feel ashamed of the fact I wanted to remember this day?
I changed my mind and fastened the zipper, then took a deep breath, steeling myself for questions, before leaving my room in search of breakfast.
* * *
Matt
When Rebecca entered the kitchen in a black dress, I was about to ask what the occasion was, but then it clicked. That was the same dress she had worn to Adam’s funeral. It still had mud on the back from where she’d flopped beside Adam’s grave. January felt like forever ago.
I hadn’t seen her look so haunted in months. What had suddenly caused her to do this?
“Rebecca?” I began. She looked down at her engagement ring, and the explanation hit me like ice to the heart. We’d taken down the save-the-date magnet that had sat on the fridge, but we’d never binned it.
“What?” Her voice was distant and she looked through me, out of the kitchen window, as if he might be out there. She didn’t need anyone to ask her stupid questions, today.
“You look beautiful,” I told her. “Would you like tea or coffee?”
“Oh, er... I don’t know.” She looked a bit confused.
Not missing a beat, I took charge.
“I’ll make tea. Sit down in this chair.” I pulled a chair out from under the kitchen table and held it for her. Bemused, she walked toward the chair as if she was in a daze. She sat heavily in it. I pushed it until she was sitting comfortably at the table.
“Stay there.” I turned to the just-boiled kettle and poured a cup of tea, with a splash of milk, just the way she liked it. I brought it to her and set it down.
“Did you get all the deposits back?” I asked.
She shook her head. “They have mostly been understanding. I’m waiting for the refund on the dress, they’re keeping some of it but they said they’d give the rest back. Then they didn’t.”
“I’ll call them for you. Don’t worry about it.”
She put her head on the table and sighed. “It was such a beautiful dress.”
I stroked her cheek. She needed looking after.
“Drink your tea. That’s a command.”
I went to the store cupboard. I wasn’t as skilled as Ben at cooking, but I still knew how to make simple food. I got out the bread and put four slices into the toaster. When it popped, I spread them with butter and jam, then put them all on a plate, cut them into triangles, and set them down on the table.
“I’m not hungry,” she mumbled.
“It’s the most important meal of the day.”
Like there were lead weights attached to her wrist, she slowly reached out and took a triangle of toast.
“This is really good jam,” she said after one mouthful.
“Ben makes it every September.” Once she was eating, I took a slice for myself and let the silence fill the room. She didn’t need chatter, right now, she needed time to talk.
“I keep having dreams about the wedding. I had another one last night,” she said at last.
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