Their Captivated Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 3)

"I want to fuck you, Olivia, and if I had come to you this morning, I would not have been able to stop myself."

"Oh," she whispered, her eyes lowered once again to watch my hand.

My hips bucked involuntarily at the thought of her on her knees before me, her mouth a perfect O around my cock.

"We all want you, lass," Simon added. Perhaps she forgot the others were there, for she startled and turned her head to look at the front of his pants. I could see the clear outline of Simon's hard cock and I knew Olivia could as well.

"We want you too much," Rhys added.

Moving my hand, I took hers and wrapped it around my cock, placing mine on top and then started to move. I couldn't help the groan that escaped at the feel of her palm, her small fingers touching me, sliding up and down my length.

As I showed her how I liked it, I gave her a brief lesson. "My cock's going to fill your pussy all the way up, but for now, you're going to make me come with your hand. Remember last night when you came? That's how you're going to make me feel. This ridge, yes," I hissed as she slid a finger along the sensitive edge of the head. "It's going to rub over all the special places deep inside you and you're going to come again all over my cock. When a man comes, his pleasure erupts and his seed will ultimately fill your belly."

Simon and Rhys stepped close and began touching Olivia. Rhys grabbed a hold of her long dress and slid the fabric up her thigh, higher and higher until he could reach underneath, Simon doing the same on the other side. Soon, her dress was up about her waist in front and Simon tugged at the ribbon of her drawers, letting them drop to the ground. Simon started to play with her pussy from the front, Rhys reaching around from behind.

She stiffened as they began stroking her, but I continued to move her hand over my cock, my desire building at the base of my spine like a ball of fire, getting ready to explode.

"Someone may come in," she replied, skittish feelings fighting with her arousal.

"Nay, lass, we are alone," Simon said. "Ye are so wet, dripping on my fingers."

"Perfect," Rhys added and then her hand gripped my cock tightly as, I assumed, Rhys' finger found her ass and began playing.

"You shouldn't touch me there," she said, trying to squirm away, but she was held fast.

Sweat coated my brow, as I was more than ready to come, seeing Simon's hand glistening with her arousal and knowing Rhys was beginning to play with her ass. I shifted my body to the side so that with the next vigorous stroke of her hand, I came.

I groaned and pulsed my hips as rope after thick rope of my seed shot onto the hay and dirt at our feet.

"Oh," Olivia said in surprise. My eyes fell shut as I savored the intense feeling, knowing I'd taught her how to work a cock. I released her hand, my cock too sensitive now for her to touch it. I sighed loudly, and then grinned, for I couldn't help it. The desperate ache had been relieved, if only temporarily. As for the others, they'd have their turn next. I moved to the side and the men walked her forward so I could place her hands on a hitching rail used while grooming a horse. "Put your hand here, love," I directed. Once she did so, Rhys pulled her hips back slightly and I knelt down before her, Simon at her side.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Playing," I said. "I'm going to play with your pussy and Rhys is going to play with your ass. We're going to make you come while you stroke Simon's cock next."

I took the hem of her dress from Simon as the man undid his pants and pulled his cock free, ready for her to practice her hand skills on another cock. It was Simon's turn to direct her, as I was more than content to play with her pretty pink pussy and stroke her to pleasure.

"My...I don't think you're supposed to be playing with my ass." She whispered the last word as if it were a dirty word.

"No, love, we will almost always play with your arse when we are with you, for soon you will take all three of us at the same time. One of our cocks will be in that sweet mouth, another in your perfect pink pussy, and the last in this tight, hot arse. Don't panic, we have to take your maidenhead first, but your pretty arse needs to be trained to take a cock."

I was flicking my tongue over her distended clit as my fingers held her open, but when she stiffened against my mouth and groaned, I had to assume Rhys had slipped a slick finger into her arse. I loved the taste of her on my tongue; the scent of her was sweet and so heady my cock was getting hard again.

"She's verra good with her hand," Simon commented, his voice deep and guttural. "I'm nae gonna last, lass, so finish me." I heard him shift, then grunt, a hand slapping against the wooden wall to hold himself up.

"I've got one finger in her and she's so tight. I think, Cross, every time you flick her clit she clenches her arse nice and tight. When we get our cocks in here it's going to feel like pure heaven."

"It...it's too much," she gasped.

"My finger? It's just the beginning. Relax, that's it. It's my turn to come, love, but Simon's going to take my place."

"Oh," she gasped as the men switched places.

"I need a little honey from the honey pot, lass," Simon told her and I saw his finger dip into her pussy and come out dripping wet before moving over the tiny rosebud.

"Give me your hand, love, and show me what you've learned. I bet you can do it without me helping. Ah, yes," Rhys hissed. I glanced to my left and saw that Olivia was stroking Rhys' cock all on her own, one 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."