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of his hands on the wall to keep himself upright, the other clenched in a tight fist at his side.
"Such a perfect, tight arse, lass. I'm going to start pushing in now, just like Rhys did."
She whimpered, but knew that for Simon's large size, he would be gentle with her. The pain and pleasure mix of ass play had me sucking on Olivia's clit with more vigor and dipping a finger into her pussy. After last night I had a good idea of how to get her to come and I wanted to do that while Simon's finger was in her ass. I only wanted ass play to be associated with pleasure, right from the very first breaching.
"Cross is going to make ye come, lass. Take a deep breath now, and let it out. Such a good lass," he soothed as she groaned, a mixture of new feelings, being filled in the ass and pleasure of having her clit and pussy worked. "Be verra quiet so no one hears ye being pleased by your men."
When the fingers of her free hand tangled in my hair I knew she was about to come. I could feel her inner walls clenching down on the tip of my finger.
"Now, lass. Come for us now."
She did, right on command, her body dripping its pleasure onto my fingers as she bit her lip to stifle her cry, her body convulsing with her release.
"She's gripping my cock so tightly," Rhys said just before he groaned and I knew he'd found his pleasure as well.
I sat back on my haunches and wiped the back of my hand over my mouth as I looked up at Olivia. Her eyes were closed, her skin flushed, her mouth open and breathing heavily. Simon was still gently moving his finger within her ass until the last bits of her pleasure waned. When she opened her eyes, he stepped away and her dress fell back to the floor.
"That's why we didn't come to you, but instead of just playing, we would have taken you, taken your virginity, and when we do, we don't plan to let you up," I told her. Her pale eyes looked down at me, foggy with her arousal and quite pleased with herself.
"For days," Rhys added as he buttoned up his pants.
OLIVIA
On our ride to the Bridgewater ranch, I didn't raise the topic of my angry outburst from the morning, for if I did, they might want to talk about the things we did directly after . While I now understood their reasons for leaving me alone in the guest room, I hadn't at the time. Fortunately, their tempers were such that they took the reasoning for my ire into account and hadn't yelled or even argued.
Twenty minutes alone in the stable with the trio had me learning there was more to having them take my virginity than I first imagined. It wasn't fumbling beneath the sheets in the dark.
When, to my complete surprise, Cross had opened up the front of his pants and pulled his...his cock out, I had no idea one could be so large. I assumed they were much smaller, for the idea of him fitting within me was preposterous. Then I saw Cross' cock and it was even thicker and at that point, besides being pleasantly distracted, I didn't want to consider it, or the size of Rhys' even further. They'd said they'd wait until we were at the ranch to do more—more of exactly what I couldn't be sure—so I had a reprieve until then.
Reprieve or not, that hadn't kept them from putting their fingers in my bottom, at least only two of them did, and that had been enough. I'd had no idea that was something done between married people; no whispering I'd heard by the younger married ladies had ever mentioned such attentions. It had felt...odd, and when Rhys had first pushed into me, it had burned a bit. But when he began moving very slowly in and out, like Cross' finger had been in my woman's core, it had been completely different. The intensity of the feelings—the pleasure there—was absolutely overwhelming. When Cross had licked me on that special spot between my legs, I'd come and come hard. It was as if each time they took me over that brink it was better and better.
I knew men felt pleasure as well, for why else would there be brothels in
"Such a perfect, tight arse, lass. I'm going to start pushing in now, just like Rhys did."
She whimpered, but knew that for Simon's large size, he would be gentle with her. The pain and pleasure mix of ass play had me sucking on Olivia's clit with more vigor and dipping a finger into her pussy. After last night I had a good idea of how to get her to come and I wanted to do that while Simon's finger was in her ass. I only wanted ass play to be associated with pleasure, right from the very first breaching.
"Cross is going to make ye come, lass. Take a deep breath now, and let it out. Such a good lass," he soothed as she groaned, a mixture of new feelings, being filled in the ass and pleasure of having her clit and pussy worked. "Be verra quiet so no one hears ye being pleased by your men."
When the fingers of her free hand tangled in my hair I knew she was about to come. I could feel her inner walls clenching down on the tip of my finger.
"Now, lass. Come for us now."
She did, right on command, her body dripping its pleasure onto my fingers as she bit her lip to stifle her cry, her body convulsing with her release.
"She's gripping my cock so tightly," Rhys said just before he groaned and I knew he'd found his pleasure as well.
I sat back on my haunches and wiped the back of my hand over my mouth as I looked up at Olivia. Her eyes were closed, her skin flushed, her mouth open and breathing heavily. Simon was still gently moving his finger within her ass until the last bits of her pleasure waned. When she opened her eyes, he stepped away and her dress fell back to the floor.
"That's why we didn't come to you, but instead of just playing, we would have taken you, taken your virginity, and when we do, we don't plan to let you up," I told her. Her pale eyes looked down at me, foggy with her arousal and quite pleased with herself.
"For days," Rhys added as he buttoned up his pants.
OLIVIA
On our ride to the Bridgewater ranch, I didn't raise the topic of my angry outburst from the morning, for if I did, they might want to talk about the things we did directly after . While I now understood their reasons for leaving me alone in the guest room, I hadn't at the time. Fortunately, their tempers were such that they took the reasoning for my ire into account and hadn't yelled or even argued.
Twenty minutes alone in the stable with the trio had me learning there was more to having them take my virginity than I first imagined. It wasn't fumbling beneath the sheets in the dark.
When, to my complete surprise, Cross had opened up the front of his pants and pulled his...his cock out, I had no idea one could be so large. I assumed they were much smaller, for the idea of him fitting within me was preposterous. Then I saw Cross' cock and it was even thicker and at that point, besides being pleasantly distracted, I didn't want to consider it, or the size of Rhys' even further. They'd said they'd wait until we were at the ranch to do more—more of exactly what I couldn't be sure—so I had a reprieve until then.
Reprieve or not, that hadn't kept them from putting their fingers in my bottom, at least only two of them did, and that had been enough. I'd had no idea that was something done between married people; no whispering I'd heard by the younger married ladies had ever mentioned such attentions. It had felt...odd, and when Rhys had first pushed into me, it had burned a bit. But when he began moving very slowly in and out, like Cross' finger had been in my woman's core, it had been completely different. The intensity of the feelings—the pleasure there—was absolutely overwhelming. When Cross had licked me on that special spot between my legs, I'd come and come hard. It was as if each time they took me over that brink it was better and better.
I knew men felt pleasure as well, for why else would there be brothels in
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