"This is a pleasing way to wake up," Garrett said from the doorway, naked, cock in hand.
Sarah's head whipped around, her hair swirling over her back and froze. "Garrett, oh! I'm so sorry!"
My hips slapped against her ass and sounds of how wet she was filled the air. I bent over her, wrapping one arm across her breasts, the other around her hips, lifting her up so she sat upon my thighs, her back to my chest, my cock embedded impossibly deep. I shifted on my knees so we were facing the door so that Garrett able to see Sarah being fucked. I didn't stop the motion of my hips, proving to her by action that we weren't hiding or doing anything wrong.
Garrett walked into the room as he stroked his cock, moving to stand less than a foot from the bed. As Sarah was so small, it was easy to lift her up and down and I continued to fuck her. My one hand palmed her breast, plucked at the nipple. She cried out in pleasure and concern.
"Don't worry, baby." Garrett lifted his free hand to brush her wild hair back from her face. "We're both going to fuck you. Sometimes together, sometimes alone. You'll be in my bed some nights, Tagg's on others. There's nothing you can do while we're fucking you that's wrong. Right now, with Tagg in your tight pussy, you're absolutely perfect."
His voice became rough as he spoke, his cock turning a deep plum shade as his hand began to vigorously pump.
"See how hard you make him?" I murmured to Sarah as I thrust up into her. I could feel my balls tighten and knew I was getting closer. Dropping my hand to her clit, I circled the hard peak with my thumb. "We'll teach you how to take a cock in your mouth so you can please both of us at the same time."
"Soon, Sarah." Garrett stroked harder. He stepped even closer. "For now, I'm going to come all over you."
My orgasm was so intense I
roared in Sarah's ear, holding her deftly and securely upon my cock so that I could fill her. My orgasm must have spurred Sarah's as I could feel her clenching, gripping my cock as if it wanted to take more seed, to pull it in so far it would take root. She screamed and tossed her head back on my shoulder.
Garrett offered a soft, guttural groan as he came, his thick cum arcing in pulses onto Sarah's breasts, her belly. Once Garrett's breathing regulated, he said, "Rub it in, Sarah. Rub my seed all over. I want to see it shiny and wet on your breasts."
She was too replete to question and her hands came up, ran them through the thick ropes of cum on her body, caressing it, stroking it over her skin. When done, her nipples were glistening with Garrett's seed. Slowly, I lifted Sarah off my cock, then turned her so she was on her belly, knees tucked beneath her. I climbed off the bed and slipped on some pants, knowing that if I remained naked while we began her training, I'd want to fuck her again. Keeping my cock confined was a needed deterrent from taking her again so soon. Garrett padded across the hallway and returned soon enough in pants and carried a wrapped parcel he'd brought back yesterday from town.
The scent of sex filled the air. The sky was now a bright pink turning quickly to blue. Sarah lay slumped on the bed, her arms up by her face, her eyes closed and a little smile curved the corner of her lip. Her pussy was on display, her folds red and swollen, open, and my seed dribbled out. Her ass was up so she was in the perfect position, the perfect demeanor to begin her training.
Garrett unwrapped the bundle and pulled out a glass jar and her first plug.
SARAH
I never imagined my body could feel the way it did right at this very moment. Loose and relaxed, my muscles were warm and pliant, my mind dulled just like the time I drank too much mulled cider. What concerned me was that I hadn’t made my body feel this way, Garrett and Tagg had. They had all but commandeered my life. I was now their wife and my body was theirs to do with as they saw fit. Embarrassment was a minor word for how I felt when they looked at the most private parts of my body. And Tagg, he'd put his mouth there! I'd been so wet; my pussy, as they called it, seeped copiously when they touched me. I felt my face flush when I realized Tagg had licked it up with his tongue. Something was wrong with me to have liked it!
The men were talking above me, but I was too sleepy to listen. When I felt something very slick and cold touch me, I jerked up onto my elbows and whipped my head around. "What are you doing?" I asked, mortified. Garrett had touched my back passage with his fingers and placed something slick on it. I could see it glistening on the digits he held aloft.
"It's time to start your ass training, baby."
"Ass...ass training?"
Shifting onto my side, I started to bring my knees down so I could sit upright, my...ass beneath me and unavailable for any kind of...training. But Tagg took hold of my hip and kept me in place. He sat on the bed, his weight making it dip, and placed his arm over my lower back. Wary, I watched both men over my shoulder.
Garrett stepped close and put his fingers upon me again. "This is your ass. Say it."
I cleared my throat. "A..Ass."
He wasn't hurting me, his fingertips just barely brushing over that sensitive opening. "Good girl. As our wife, we will fuck you here and your pussy at the same time, but we must stretch your ass open to be able to take a cock."
"We don't want to hurt you, baby," Tagg added as Garrett's fingers continued to circle every so gently, spreading the slickness about.
They wanted to fuck me...there? Why? "No. This isn't right. I don't like this. Your fingers feel...odd."
"You will like it," Garrett said, starting to press a finger inward as it went round and round. "You'll love it."
"Not there! There's something wrong with you doing this," I cried. I tried to move away, but Tagg's hold was overly secure.
"Shh," he crooned. "There's nothing wrong with what happens between us. You belong to us. Your pussy belongs to us. That mouth of yours belongs to us."
"This ass," Garrett added as his finger broke past the tight ring of muscle that I clenched to keep him out. "This ass belongs to us."
I hissed at the intrusion, but his way was slippery. It didn't exactly hurt, but the stretching was uncomfortable and odd. Clenching down, my body tried to force out Garrett's offending finger, but to no avail. In fact, he worked it in deeper before pulling back. It was like he was fucking me with his finger.