Broken Bride

“Come here,” Angelo growls, pulling me down by the back of my bikini. I let out a light giggle as he rips it down and surges inside me. My pussy is wet and willing, entirely his to use as he pleases. He is my husband, after all.

A Vitali holiday is comprised of sun, sand, and a lot of sex. I find myself aching most days, taken in every way a woman can be taken by three men. Back home in the States, the house is being repaired. It’s strange to think of America as home, and probably wrong. Home is wherever Angelo, Bobby, and Mark are.

Right now, home is with Angelo and Bobby on a super king-size bed sitting beneath a cabana which is at the end of a jetty protruding out into the bright blue ocean. In this idyllic place, I am being defiled for their pleasure — and mine.

“What did you do with Digby?”

I’ve asked that two or three times now, and never gotten what I’d call a decisive answer. This time he replies by pinching my clit and driving himself deep inside my pussy for a barrage of punishing fuck-strokes which make me yowl and moan in equal amounts until I have forgotten everything besides how good it feels to be these men’s toy.

Bobby is lying next to us, stroking his cock languidly, seeming to enjoy the sight and sound of Angelo’s conquest. It is not long before he is brought into play too.

“Take her pussy, Bobby,” Angelo instructs, pushing me forward and over onto Bobby’s prone, muscular, naked form.

Bobby doesn’t need to be told twice. He cups my ass with both hands and pulls me down on his cock, his grip keeping my ass spread for good reason. Angelo is drizzling coconut oil down the center of my cheeks, coating my crack and the tight bud of my ass in the lubricant.

“There’s one part of you I haven’t had,” he announces from behind me. I can’t see his face, but I can imagine his expression from the hungry, dominating tone he employs.

I am stuck between them, looking down at Bobby, whose lips part in a dark smirk as Angelo presses his cock against my ass and starts to sink himself inside a part of my anatomy I never thought would experience a man.

“Fuckkkk,” I grunt the words, squirming between them as I feel myself stretch in both holes, feeling tighter than I have in a long time as they find a new way to use me. My ass does not take the intrusion easily, but it does take it. Angelo’s fist captures my hair and pulls me back so I am arched between them, my pelvis joined to theirs. We make a strange beast, the three of us grunting and undulating, rutting like animals on the shores of paradise.

It is this predicament Mark finds me in. He comes strolling down the dock. I can see him through the sheer privacy curtain before he sees us, but my advantage only lasts a moment before he steps through and sees me locked in carnal embrace, my naked, lithe body caught between these two masculine monsters.

My pussy tightens as he makes eye contact with me, seeing me as I am, a loose and wanton woman giving herself entirely to passion, and the surging cocks which take turns to push up inside me, my pussy and then my ass filled in an almost mechanical rhythm.

“She has another hole, Mark,” Angelo grunts.

I wonder if this is too much for Mark. Our last encounter was passionate, but devoid of this kind of twisted filth. He made love to me. I don’t know if he has it in him to fuck me.

The question is answered as he smiles that sexy, handsome smile of his and taps my cheek with his hand. “Open up.”

I do as I am told, my mouth being almost perpetually open regardless, with the moaning pleasure being inflicted on me by my masters.

Mark slides his cock over my tongue, his flesh joining mine. There is a moment of pure completion in which I feel myself as the nexus between all three of them, a soft, wet, conquered woman utterly at their command. As filthy as this encounter is, there is something sacred in it too, a primal sort of ritual is taking place, a complete claiming.

Angelo grabs my hips from behind and pumps hard inside me, making my ass ache with the force of his lust until the raw tightness of my once virgin rear pushes him over the edge and he climaxes inside me, filling me up with his come.

I grunt and squeal around Mark’s cock as Angelo pulls free. In seconds, I am twisted around again, Bobby throwing me around like a fuck doll, turning me so I face away from him, reverse cowgirl, positioned so his cock can slide into my recently vacated ass, and Mark’s can claim my pussy.