And the bullying, now we did it for fun. In private. And if things didn’t fucking escalate since we were eighteen and all newly graduated, I was going to strip these boys down to their skivvies myself and demand satisfaction.
Sharing that thought with them while we all sat in Chris’s monstrously huge bedroom—excuse me, ensuite—got me exactly the reaction I wanted.
“Genevieve, you haven’t even opened your graduation presents yet,” Chris said. “It’s absolutely necessary for you to do so if you want any of us to kiss your sassy mouth.”
Chris was the leader of my bullies. He always tried to put me in my place first. I played along and rolled my eyes, adding a defiant hair flip and crossing my arms over my chest.
“She’s gonna open mine first if she doesn’t behave herself,” Jordan said, giving me a clue as to what his present might be.
Jordan was almost as dominant as Chris, but he liked to play games, manipulate all of us into his idea of a good time. He also had a spanking kink that I let him indulge since it seemed I might have one, too.
I stuck my tongue out at him for encouragement. He was lounging on the two-seater couch like his big, muscled frame needed every square inch. That’s why it was so surprising when he shot up and got around me so fast that I felt the snack of his hand giving me a good spank over my uniform skirt before I caught up and turned around in time to stop another.
“Next one will be on your bare bum if you obeyed your sexting promise last night,” Liam said.
Liam was quieter than the other two, more reserved, but he wasn’t opposed to putting me over his knee when Jordan was busy. He also was a bit of an exhibitionist, which was a surprise given his starchy banker family.
I lifted the back of my skirt and took a few steps away from anybody’s hands as I revealed I had indeed foregone panties and just had a garter and thigh highs on underneath.
“Five damn months of teasing,” Chris said. “You ready to graduate from dating three boy bullies to getting your body thoroughly fucked by the men that have fallen for your loving heart after repenting our wrongs?”
I had chosen them all. At first, they told me it had been a quick decision for the group dating, all of them interested in me from the first day with an instant attraction that I had shared, and they had been well aware that I wasn’t my sister. Merry had spilled the beans as I guessed. I had found that out later, and about the scuffle that had broken out between Jordan and the other two when they found out about the barn kiss and showing my breasts, saying Jordan had moved too fast. Liam had also gotten into it with Chris, claiming I had been his girlfriend first and the other two were poaching.
So, we were a group. I couldn’t be happier and none of us cared what the gossips said.
“Open your presents,” Liam said.
I lowered my skirt with a pout, making sure to let it swish scandalously as I walked over to my presents pile. There was the biggest one on the floor in a box that could hold a chest freezer and a couple of smaller ones on the bed.
“Bigger is better,” I declared, tearing off the wrapping paper. I dove into the box and felt someone’s hands on my bare bottom, but it was just a soft caress.
“We had it custom made for you. All of us worked on the embossing, Genie,” Liam said. He gave my bottom one last pat and then grabbed me under my arms. “Hang onto it and I’ll pull you out.”
I grabbed the beautiful English saddle and hugged it to my chest. My old one was serviceable, but the old leather had sat for months at a time in the barn without proper oiling or care, so it had aged faster than if I had been riding regularly. I had complained about my sore bum enough times after hacks to Jordan, and he must have been listening when I thought he was ignoring my whining.
“Thank you, guys, so much! This is fantastic,” I said.
I put the saddle down on the bed, hanging it over the high end-board. Jordan showed me the billet keeper with the embossing.
‘Don’t let the sky tell you how high or the ground how low. Use your own wings to decide where you fly.’
“It’s perfect,” I told them with more thanks.
“You missed something,” Liam said.
“My personal present for your proper riding edification,” Jordan drawled out. “Although I can’t say we bought it from the same store, you should be familiar with the equipment.”
I reluctantly abandoned my saddle, diving back into the box. I grabbed Jordan’s sexier present, not that shocked, and let Liam pull me up out of the box again.
“Does it hurt?” I asked, handling the end of the crop. It was a very soft, velvety leather, nothing like riding crops that were really for show and not meant to be used on horses except by idiots. The same could be said of cowboy spurs.
“It’s meant to be titillating,” Jordan reassured me. “Bend over,” he added, dripping dominance and dark seduction.
Chris lifted my skirt as I bent over the bed. The whish and slap of the leather were more startling than the gentle stroke. Their hands, when applied with determination to my bottom, smarted worse.”
“Fuck, that’s sexy to watch,” Liam commented. “Open mine next,” he demanded. I got the second largest box placed in front of me.
Slap. Leather kissed my bottom.
“We didn’t say you could get up. Open your present bent over the bed. You’ll need to hold your position to try it out, anyway,” Jordan said.
I undid the ribbon bow and popped off the box lid to reveal three dildos. The presents were certainly running along a sexy theme.
“I thought you guys were going to provide all the cock I need now that we've graduated,” I said, reaching into the box. Honestly, I wasn’t opposed to toys in the bedroom. Chris had given me a little rabbit vibe for my clit months ago.
“These toys are better than diamonds,” Liam declared. “Are you sure you want to lose your second virginity to me tonight? I’m going to plug you now if you’re still in agreement.”
We had sexted about it last night. It was part of the reason for the no-panties today, a sign that I agreed to let Liam fuck my ass, a double penetration that had made me so hot when he sexted it out to me. He had such a way with dirty talk and words.
I nodded, then whispered, “Yes, Liam.”
Chris walked over to a side table and pulled out a brand-new bottle of lube, handing it to Liam over my back. The toys were all out of their packaging, so the boys must have cleaned and prepared them ahead of time for our play.
“Spread ‘em, Duchess,” Liam told me, kicking my legs further apart.
I groaned. “I read a kinky regency romance once,” I protested.
“It had spanking and figging. I fully approve,” Liam said. He had stolen it from me when I asked him what figging was and he wanted to know why.
The lube got squirted onto my ass and then Liam added a lubed finger to probe my bottom. I squeezed, feeling nervous. This wasn’t something any of us had tried yet together.
“Dirty Duchess, you like me fingering your arse? Trying to hold onto my digit with your tight little bum so I can’t bugger it with something bigger? I promised to make you bite your pillow.”
I relaxed and a second finger got added, getting a squeak of surprise from me. Liam moved them around, stretching nerve endings not used to the intrusion. The whole time, he kept up his filthy commentary, telling the other guys how my needy arse was sucking his fingers in and how hot and tight I felt.
The butt plug wasn’t that much more of a stretch once Liam was done preparing me. I got a spank on each butt cheek by Jordan when Liam was done and an order to straighten up and remove my skirt and shirt.
“Bra too,” Chris added, eyeing the lacy cups that were the only piece of clothing I had on except for the garters and stockings. “I would say you’re about ready for my present.”
Chris handed me the smallest box, although it was still a decent size. He pulled the lid off himself as I held it cupped between my hands.
The red soles on the stile
ttos were a giveaway.
“I can’t walk in those,” I protested, seriously doubting my ability. I hardly ever wore high heels, and these were high enough to put me almost on level with Chris.
“Who said you’re going to walk in them?” Chris said. “I distinctly remember telling you the Lou’s were for kissing without getting a crick, amongst other things I would enjoy doing to you while you wear these fuck me shoes.”
He grabbed the shoes out of the box and dropped down, sliding the first one on my foot. The delicate straps wrapped securely around my ankle, their leather sturdier than they looked. By the time he got to the second heel, I was wobbling slightly.
“Look at that ass sway. I say she’s ready to be fucked,” Liam commented.
Jordan trailed the crop tip along my bum cheeks. “Why don’t you show her the fun part about the butt plug?”
What?
I squeezed my thighs together and moaned, almost falling over except for Chris’s grip on my shoulders as he stood back up. The damn plug vibrated remotely.
Chris swallowed my moans, kissing the hell out of me. He was right about the heels. It put our lips at just the right height, made everything deeper and gave me the power to push back harder at him, knowing he couldn’t easily escape my reach. I wrapped my arms around him and pushed onto my toes, letting him take the balance of my weight.
Liam and Jordan joined us, one on either side of me, each with a hand on my ass and the other finding my nipples. Liam pinched and Jordan rolled. I swayed on my high heels again, moaned louder, Chris barely smothering the sound as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. Wetness started to drip down my thighs, my pussy aching for attention.
“Let’s move her to the bed,” Jordan suggested.
The guys picked me up and I wrapped my high heels around Chris’s hips. I heard Liam and Jordan quickly shucking their clothes and crawling onto the bed. Chris carried me onto the bed, knee walking with me wrapped around him, never stopping his kisses. I could feel his hard erection riding the top of his school trousers, prodding against my wet pussy with every shift of his body as we inched closer to our destination.
Calloused fingers brushed my ass and then gripped the plug, tugging it out.
“Give her to Liam,” Jordan said, crawling over to the side table to put the plug down.
Chris finally broke off our kiss. “I’m not done with this mouth yet,” he told me, letting Liam pull me back.
I fell against Liam’s warm chest, letting him drag me back until we were midway up the bed. He laid down across the middle of the bed and told me to turn over and mount. He was going to take my ass, but he wanted to feel my pussy first.
All the playing we had done had never gone this far. The guys had made a pact, promising not to rush things when we had such a hard start to our relationship. We had waited until graduation and now that it was finally here, I was feeling like a virgin, nervous but excited. I wanted to feel them all inside me, hoped they would try the four of us all at once as we had discussed.
Liam slid a condom on and held his dick straight up as I rolled over onto my hands and knees.
“Chris, those heels were a prime fucking choice,” Jordan commented as I straddled Liam and slowly lowered myself down, spreading my pussy lips with my own fingers.
Liam watched me swallowing his cock. “You’re so pretty and pink with your juicy pussy slipping down and getting my cock wet enough to fuck your virgin hole. I can’t wait to get you dirty with our cum on your ass and tits.”
“I’m going to paint her lips if she can’t swallow it all,” Chris said.
Liam thrust up, showing me I had mistaken how much cock was left to go in. I moaned and threw my head back. He got a few more thrusts in underneath me, holding my hips and taking control even though I was on top.
“Switch,” Jordan demanded. Liam lifted me up. I looked over at Jordan, already wearing a condom and a sexy grin. “You gonna ride me good, Genevieve?” he drawled out. I loved how he said my name, finding all the syllables. Unlike Liam, Jordan got me down on his dick with no delay. He thrust up as soon as I got myself lined up and smacked my fingers away from my pussy. He added another spank over my clit, not hard enough to hurt, just to make a point.
“That’s for me to play with so we don’t rush things before the others can catch up,” Jordan said. He held my hips up with his cock only partly impaled.
“Tell me to slow down if you need it,” Liam said.
“Afraid I’ll like buggering too much?” I teased.
My bum cheeks got spread and a hard, lubed cock probed my prepared entrance. “You never stop sassing, even on your knees with three men about to fill every fuckable hole you have with our cocks and cum. You’re going to feel this in the morning, Duchess.”
I moaned as he started sliding his cock in. The hardness I squeezed around didn’t relent, pushing further into my ass, a slight burn as I stretched wider than the toy had done. Liam nipped my shoulder when he was halfway, a distraction as he gave a final push. I screamed with no pillow to bite like he had warned me, moaning again and wiggling my hips against his foreign fullness in my bottom, feeling his cock rubbing up against where Jordan was sunk into my pussy.
“Chris, fuck her mouth now because this is going to go fast,” Liam ground out, thrusting a bit against my wiggling hips, stuck between him and Jordan.
Chris grabbed my hair at the base of my scalp firmly. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue if you want a taste,” he ordered me, letting his natural dominance out.
Blow jobs we had done plenty, as well as oral for me, but this wasn’t just me jerking on two cocks while licking the third. These boys were going to fuck me with their cocks, hard.
Jordan started rocking his hips under me and Liam reciprocated the movement. Chris slapped his cock onto my tongue a few times to get it wet and then slid himself into my mouth. He pulled back on my hair to tilt my head and fucked himself into my throat, ignoring the choking sound I made except to pull back a bit and let me adjust, swallow and breathe.
“You’re so beautiful,” Chris whispered, thumbing the corner of my mouth.
“Strong,” Jordan said as he thrust up, fingers finding my clit and sending me rapidly towards orgasm.
“Ours,” Liam added, fucking my ass hard enough to push me against Jordan’s fingers.
The moment I wanted to last forever, but we were all driving each other towards the climax, so primed on the months of teasing and waiting for the time we could finally come together. Liam pulled out first, yanking off his condom to shoot his hot release onto my back. Jordan came inside me, jerking convulsively as his fingers dug into my hips and Chris spilled himself into my mouth and past my lips. He surprised me by pulling his softening cock out and licking the corner of my mouth, kissing my lips.
“That was fucking incredible,” Liam said.
“Does that mean I finally beat the bullies?” I teased.
“Do you want us to surrender?” Jordan asked, pulling me up off his cock so I could lie down on top of him.
Chris followed me down, never releasing my hair. He pulled my head sideways and kissed me as I laid on top of Jordan, lazily tonging my mouth. “Tastes like you got bully on your lips,” he whispered. “Are you sure you’re not addicted to being fucked by your bad bullies after you tried our flavours?”
I snorted a laugh. “Do you think I’m going to let you get away with apologizing on your knees only once? I want more,” I warned him.
Liam stroked my arm, lying down on one side of Jordan’s body so he could be close to me, too. “We want to bully you forever, Duchess.”
“Just me?” I said.
“Always you,” Jordan answered.
“We want you and your sassy mouth to keep us decent, outside of the bedroom, of course,” Chris added.
“Sounds like I might be the perfect match for this job,” I said.
“Irreplaceable,” Liam quipped. “And unforgettable,” he whispered.
That was
when I realized I had somehow ended up on top of all three of my bullies without needing to declare a victory. Smiling softly, I reached over to kiss Chris’s lips, my fingers lingering on his jaw to feel the stubble there and then finally releasing him on an exhale with his name. Then I propped myself up enough to give Jordan a similar kiss, surrendering it to him when he nibbled my lips and demanded control. Once he finally released me, I turned towards Liam, but he had already anticipated his turn and kissed me sideways, licking at the corner of my mouth and working his way in. I was breathless and feeling ready for more loving from my bullies when we were all done kissing.
I never wanted them to stop.
The End.
Acknowledgement and endnotes
Hope you enjoyed this RH bully short. I write them for myself but I publish them for you, so please take the time to let me know what you think. I’m always listening. Thanks to Paula for the beta.
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About the Author
I’ve drank cafe sua dau on a Saigon street. The binary system is a language and I remember the first thing I ever cooked in a microwave (hotdog) and when I was the only girl in a classroom full of boys and noisy computers and it was no typing class. I heal people and soothe souls for those that can’t be cured. I’m a fangirl. I believe in fairness and rescuing kitties from trees. You can depend on me. Book recommendations are the best gift next to a smile. Humour is a must. You live a lot to learn. Be kind.
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