Bred by the Bushmen

Damon’s eager mouth had devoured her pussy, bringing her hurtling to the best orgasm of her life. When she’d pleasured herself in the past, it had always been a lackluster release of pressure, nothing more. With Damon suckling her clit and Caleb worshiping her tits, it had been too much. She exploded against Damon’s tongue, her orgasm rocking every cell in her body.

Caleb looked down at her, his dark eyes hungry and intense. “I can’t do this,” he said. He stood up, then leaned down to effortlessly hoist her into his arms. His strength shocked her. “Your first time is going to be in a proper bed.”

He carried her into his room. It was dim and smelled like his cologne. Damon followed behind them.

Caleb laid her down on his quilt, standing at the side of the bed. He raked his gaze over her nude body, the light from the fire outside the room giving enough light to see even her most intimate parts. A wave of insecurity washed over her. As she attempted to cover herself with the corner of the blanket, Caleb shook his head.

“I’m not sure why such a pretty thing like you is still a virgin, but I’m not complaining,” said Caleb. “I don’t take this honor lightly.”

He braced one knee on the bed, the mattress creaking. When he ran the backs of his fingers along the outside edge of her breast, she shivered. Her pussy still tingled from Damon’s attention, but her nerves of going all the way—with two men—stole some of her inhibitions.

“Relax, sweetheart.” Damon sat at the head of the bed. “Caleb will take good care of you.” It still shocked her that no jealousy existed between the two brothers. They must have a strong bond, something she knew nothing about. It relaxed her somewhat, gave her a sense of peace.

“Nothing to be afraid of,” said Caleb. “Your body was made for fucking.” He crawled over her body, his hard muscles flexing as he positioned himself above her. Caleb leaned down and kissed her on the lips, a gentle brush.

When he parted her thighs, his fingers circling her sensitive clit, she closed her eyes. These new experiences were addicting.

“I just love her tits,” said Damon. “Big and juicy. I’ll never get enough.”

“Well, she’s ours,” said Caleb.

Opal may not admit it, but their possessiveness, their claim of ownership of her gave her a thrill every single time. Being wanted was a beautiful feeling, something she’d sought all her life. There was no way she’d walk away from this. She just hoped she hadn’t pegged the brothers wrong—her heart couldn’t take it.

Damon gave her breast a squeeze. She’d always felt her huge chest was a hindrance, making her look fat and sloppy, but both men seemed enthralled by her plus-sized figure. It gave her confidence a much-needed spike. There really must be someone out there for everyone, as the old saying went.

“I’m going to go real slow. For tonight,” said Caleb. His finger slipped inside her pussy. She was so slick, there was no resistance. Then he added another, finger fucking her with two fingers. He was rough and gentle at the same time. “She’s nice and tight, Damon. She’ll feel like heaven around my cock.”

“I don’t think we’ve ever had a virgin, have we?”

“She’ll be our first,” said Caleb.

Heat built in her pussy, rising to fill her entire lower stomach. She felt so surrounded, so wanted.

“How’s that feel, sweetheart?” asked Caleb.

She licked her lips in order to speak. “I like it.”

He frowned. “I’m not trying hard enough, then. I want you to love it, want you begging me not to stop.”

Opal swore she’d orgasm again and they hadn’t really started. His shoulders were corded with muscle and she couldn’t keep her hands to herself. Every time she touched him, he reacted, giving her a sense of power. The same he wanted over her.

He removed his fingers and replaced them with the smooth head of his cock. She gasped, uncertainty making her nerves flare. Damon made a hushing sound in her ear, before suckling her erogenous zone.

Caleb swirled his thick cockhead around her overflow of moisture, then pressed in an inch. Opal gasped, her nails raking his back.

“Easy, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.” Caleb stopped dead, giving her a kiss to make her forget her worries. His short beard rubbed her cheek, reminding her of his virility. His dick throbbed inside her, hard and swollen, and she knew he was holding back for her sake. It felt amazing that he put her first, cared about her experience.

“Keep going,” said Damon. “Just go slow.”

She knew Damon was pent up and eager for his turn. It excited her, made her feel desirable. His older brother complied, pushing in bit by bit. She held her breath as her body adjusted to his size. She felt so full, so completely claimed.