One Bride for Five Mountain Men

She holds her arms out, smiling as Timothy and Liam take her sleeves, slowly pulling her shirt off. The flimsy blue bra she has on barely covers the swelling mounds of her perfect breasts. I feel my own certainty melting away. She is a grown woman, after all.

“Let’s just see what it’s like, okay?” She grins, locking eyes with me. “If I can’t handle it, I’ll speak up right away. I’ll sign whatever you want, and you can drop me off wherever you want. But if I can handle it, you have to let me stay, okay?”

The guys all look at me like puppies, waiting for the command to begin. How can I say no? They’ve waited so long.

“I guess… It’s a deal,” I mumble.

Without another word, it begins. T-shirts and flannels fall to the floor, as each of my brothers position themselves at one corner of her body. Careful not to disturb the silent agreement we have all made with each other, nobody tries to be first. Nobody tries to get to that pussy. We all know, we have to leave that for last.

Instead, we work together to explore every other inch of her. The nylon ski pants end up neatly folded over the arm of the sofa as Liam and Kill spread her out. They each take a knee, kneeling in front of her to stroke those smooth, creamy thighs with their rough hands. Jake falls in next to her, while I take up her other side, marveling at how small and finely boned her hand is in mine. At the same time, Timothy cups her face in his hands, tasting that sweet, perfect kiss.

She is like a doll we have agreed to share. My hands drift over her forearm, circling the tender skin of her elbow, allowing myself to drift upward to the curve of the outside of her breast. I watch the skin gather under my touch. Her bra is long gone now, replaced with the moist trails Jake’s tongue has left.

Her moans fill the air as we bathe her in kisses, sharing her body equally among us. As she arches her back, I’m aware of the light, sweet scent of her pussy wafting through the air. It’s like the cherry on top of a sundae that we have all agreed not to taste, not yet. First I need to get that beautiful mauve nipple between my teeth. Fighting lightly, I catch Jake’s eye as he does the same, and soon we are both mouthing her breasts, pulling at them gently, sampling the hard pebbles of her nipples against our tongues, running our rough skin over them, biting them gently.

When she arches her back and gasps, I know that Liam and Kill have begun sucking on her toes. But her cries are drowned in Timothy’s eager mouth as he kisses her.

My cock is rock-hard, and I want to come inside her so badly that the sensation

is almost painful. But not yet. I need to wait. I need to see what happens to Lola’s body when we all reach our rhythm.

It doesn’t take very long. She arches and writhes, moaning from her center. Her panties slip to the side and I can see that beautiful auburn mound of short, downy-soft hair, with a small pink slit glistening in the center. I can almost taste that beautiful pussy on my lips and suckle her sweet nipple even harder, trying to distract myself.

All at once, I see it out of the corner of my eye—a golden, arching tendril of juice that squirts from the center of her, landing across the creamy skin of her thigh. Liam opens his mouth in surprise, letting her toes dangle from his lower lip. Instantly his expression transforms to one of triumphant glee.

“OooohhhHHHHHh yeahhh!” she groans, thrashing underneath us like a wild animal.

Timothy and Jake both look at me expectantly as they slow their exploration of her skin, obviously wondering about the verdict. But it is not up to me, is what they don’t understand. I think she’s perfect too, but it’s up to her. Everything has to be up to her.

Silently we wait as she trembles beneath us, slipping in and out of bliss until she finally opens her eyes again, apparently slightly surprised to find us all staring at her, practically panting.

“So, did I pass?” she asks groggily.

“You were wonderful,” Jake sighs, already completely smitten, I can tell.

“You didn’t tell us you are a squirter!” Liam grins.

She shifts, almost managing to sit up but giving up immediately.

“A what? Did I do something weird?"

“You did something amazing!” Kill announces. “And we didn’t even get to fucking yet.”

“Why don’t you tell us,” I say in a soft voice, stroking the curve of her waist with my thumb. I know what I want her to say, but I don’t want to coach her. “Was that too much? It is okay if it is too much.”

“Too much?” She purrs shyly. “No… That wasn’t nearly too much for me. That was amazing! Kind of a lot of beards, if I’m being honest.”

“You should’ve shaved,” Kill scolds Liam, scowling.

“We should all shave,” Timothy observes.

“Not you, though,” Lola smiles, running her palms along Jake’s massive beard. “Somebody has to be the alpha, right? Please don’t shave.”

I swear Jake blushes under that mass of hair. I realize it’s just another benefit of being the oldest, but it does make me feel little left out.

But when she turns to smile at me, all of that is immediately forgotten. I can see the sincerity in her expression. And also, something like gratitude. I forgot what it was like to please a woman, how that makes me feel like such a man.

“Well?” I press.