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  Next thing she knew, he was pulling her towards the end of the bed, small steps which didn’t interfere with the delicious connection of their mouths. “I want you so bad,” he mumbled onto her lips. “I want you to ride me. Will you do that, baby? Will you ride me?’

  Bridget managed a mumble of agreement as his mouth tore from hers and he sank his behind onto the very edge of the bed. She stepped in between his spread, bent knees. He reached forward and ran his hands over her butt cheeks, massaging and kneading before he laid his upper body flat and held his hands out for her. “Hop on,” he said with a lopsided grin.

  She looked down at him, dark and masculine, turned on and fit to burst. She wanted to ride him; she wanted to gallop along on his beautiful, needy cock more than anything else in the world. Her body was crying out to have him inside her, pulsating and thrusting with all that testosterone power behind every surging movement. It was the only thing that could happen next. If it didn’t, she would die of bitter disappointment.

  She climbed quickly on board with her long hair swinging around her face. Straddled his hips and placed her hands on his concrete chest. “You want to move up the bed a bit?” she asked, letting the folds of her pussy envelop the upper side of his shaft.

  “No,” he groaned. “This is perfect right on the edge.”

  “Okay.” She bent to kiss him and felt his hand slide between their bodies. He took hold of his cock and, with the hot, smooth head, spread her glistening juices all over her pussy—up and around her clit, exposing it from its protective hood, then down the sensitive ridge of skin towards her anus. Eventually he swirled it back to her entrance and pushed his hips up, just an inch, sending the thickest part of his penis inside her.

  Bridget moaned from some place deep in her chest. He felt so good—poised and ready to go—ready to slam all that potent male energy towards her womb. Her thighs trembled with the effort of hovering above him and her breath was hurtling in and out of her lungs in short, sharp gasps.

  “Sit down, baby,” he said between gritted teeth. “Sit down and take me in. Take all of me.”

  Bridget didn’t need asking twice. Squeezing her eyes shut, she relaxed her tensed thighs and let her greedy pussy gobble him up. He was big, bigger than Jed, and she gasped as he stretched her both widthways and lengthways. She froze for a split-, heavenly, second then continued on her downward journey and managed to accommodate the majority of his shaft on that first downward plunge.

  His back arched beneath her. “Fuck that’s so good,” he groaned. “You’re so damn hot you’re gonna set my dick on fucking fire.”

  Bridget curled her spine forward. His upward arch had sent the base of his cock into her opening and connected her clit with his pubis bone. Pressure and a sudden yearning for rhythm sent a blaze of fireworks exploding behind her eyelids. She could think of nothing but him, he was all that existed in her world. She began to move against him, feeding her clit with the tempo it demanded. An orgasm was there, still out of reach, but there. It would be hers soon. It would be glorious and well overdue.

  James let his hands flow down her spine and, with gentle pressure in the base of her back, urged her to tip farther forward so her nipples were grazing his. With light fingers, he traced a pattern over the dips of her waist, up to her shoulders then down to the stretched split of her buttocks. Bridget pressed down for a kiss, and the multitude of sensations he was creating spread over her like a flow of honey. His finger tips travelled back up to her shoulders, round to her nipples, down to the delicate back of her knees, gripped her ankles and over her butt cheeks…

  Bridget froze.

  There was more than one pair of hands shimmying over her flesh, exploring and savouring her skin.

  Chapter Three

  “What the...” Bridget went to twist her head, but James caught her cheeks firmly in his hands. The other pair of hands kept on sliding and exploring over her buttocks, down to the soles of her feet and back up to the dipped arch of her back.

  “You’re right, James, she’s a sweetie.” A deep male voice with the same Irish accent as James’ filled the room.

  ”James, I…what…” Bridget went to twist again but succeeded only in making James groan as her internal muscles pulled at his cock.

  “It’s okay,” he managed. “It’s just Sean… my brother.”

  “But…” Bridget’s head was spinning. What was going on?

  “Relax, Bridget, he’s here to help me deliver your Christmas present.” James groaned. “Trust me, it’s all good.”

  “Yeah, just relax, Bridget,” Sean said from the darkness behind her. She guessed he was standing between his brother’s legs against the foot of the bed. “Trust us to give you a great time.”He sent a finger deep into the crack of her buttocks and very lightly dragged it over the rosebud of her anus.

  The sudden, shockingly intimate touch burnt every fibre in her being as she realised what the brother’s intentions were.

  “You okay with this?” James asked her.

  Bridget opened her eyes and stared straight into his. Her breath had caught in her throat and she couldn’t speak; somewhere deep within, a spark of terror ignited into a flame. She wasn’t good with pain, but at the same time, a shot of delicious hope and longing was also careening around her soul and jumping up and down with glee.

  Sean’s finger trailed up to her lower back. He spread out his palm over her clammy skin and pressed with a deep, solid pressure. Her body connected harder with James’ and her clit vied for attention once more. She let out a whimper and clenched around his cock, dragging him towards her needy g-spot.

  “Keep riding, baby,” James said breathlessly, his hands trapping her face above his and his fingers burying deeper into her hair. “Keep riding me, you’ll need the distraction.”

  Sean’s finger headed lower again, back on a voyage of discovery around her virginal hole. Bridget kept grinding on the cock buried deep inside her and placed her hands on either side of James’ head to gain more stability. The finger stopped in the centre of her ring and stayed there, exerting a gentle but insistent pressure. It was cool and slippery, lubed in preparation for entry.

  “But,” she managed. “I haven’t… James, it was just a dream, a fantasy… I don’t know if I can…”

  “Shhh,” he said. “Dreams are windows to our desires as well as our fears. Let this one out, let it be a beautiful reality.”

  “I don’t know if I can, the pain…you know.”

  James pulled her head down and nibbled her lips, swept his tongue over her teeth and sucked on the tip of her tongue. The forward movement of her upper body pushed her backside even higher into the air for Sean’s attentions. He took full advantage and she felt a sudden give in her anus as his finger pushed inside, just a little, just to the first knuckle.

  She whimpered and jerked in reflex, but there was no pain, just a feeling of total invasion, a never before felt sensation at being touched so privately. Immediately, she found herself pushing back for more. Cool lube surrounded the heat of her puckered skin as he delved farther and pushed up past the second knuckle, right up to the third.

  “Fuck, she’s tight, James,” Sean hissed, approval and desperation in his voice.

  “Yeah, be careful with her, it’s her first time.”

  “Hey, I know what I’m doing, bro. This will be her best Christmas present ever.”

  James chuckled into Bridget’s mouth. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

  Their conversation flew around Bridget. She was too engulfed in her body’s response to invasion to listen to their words. Blood pounded through her ears and flashes of light exploded before her eyes. James carried on grinding upwards, connecting with her clit and her g-spot. And now, now she could sense another finger probing at her anus, sliding in and joining the first. The orgasm was hovering again, peeking round the corner and asking to come out to play. But it was different now—now it was woven with unimaginable intimacy and the fear of unbearable discomfort.


  ”Relax,” James said onto her mouth. “Just let it happen, baby.”

  “Yes,” she managed on an outward breath. “Yes, I will, just please…” Her words trailed off as Sean’s two fingers, slippery with lube, scissored inside her. She felt a sharp bite of erotic pain as the tense band of muscle he was stretching resisted. But he kept on going, spreading his fingers into a wide ‘v’ and circling all round so no section of muscle was missed. Bridget felt the gap growing, elongating. Her sphincter resisted, but she forced her body to succumb to Sean’s manipulations.

  “She’s ready,” Sean said, removing his criss-crossing fingers.

  “Thank fuck for that,” James breathed out.

  Bridget whimpered and fisted the sheet beneath her fingers. Lube was being spread all around her opening again, mixing with her own wetness. James leant forward and took hold of her bottom cheeks, spreading her open to allow his brother better access. She looked down at James’ face, saw sweat beading on his forehead and above his top lip.

  “That’s right, look at me,” he said, his dark eyes capturing hers. “Don’t stop looking into my eyes, Bridget. We’ll make you feel real good, I promise. You just gotta cope with this first bit.”

  “Oh, God,” she heard herself mutter. “I…” She felt the broad head of Sean’s penis press on her asshole and a perverse pleasure rocketed through her abdomen. She was really going to do this. Her dirty thoughts and dreams of having two men fucking her was only seconds away.

  Slowly, ever so slowly, Sean began to push forward. James kept pressure on her clit, giving her myriad sensations to focus on. She concentrated on relaxing, closed her eyes and blew out a breath.

  “Look at me,” James said. “Bridget, look at me as he penetrates you. I want to see your eyes, experience it with you by looking into your soul.”

  She flicked her eyes open. James’ face was twisted with lust and curiosity, but she saw concern in his eyes too. It made her braver, made her want to make this work for the three of them. She pulled in a deep breath and pushed her hips back a fraction, engaging Sean’s cock farther against her anus.

  Sean’s hand tickled down her back then, with a soft release, she felt him gain entrance. She let out a sharp gasp. He ignored her, intent on his mission, and continued to push in until the entirety of his swollen head was sitting just inside her hole.

  “Oh, God, it’s too much,” she whimpered, trying to collapse as the stretching pain struck her like a whip of fire. “I can’t take it.”

  James grabbed her elbows and locked his hands around them to hold her in position. “’Course you can, it’s fucking great, Bridget. Stay with it.”

  She had no choice but to stay with it because Sean was driving in deeper and deeper. The thickness of his head shunting forward and giving her a feeling of absolute fullness so exquisite she thought she might cry or scream or sing Hallelujah.

  “Sweet fucking Mother above,” Sean grunted. “I can feel your fucking cock inside her, James.”

  “Yeah, but don’t enjoy that too fucking much,” James muttered, then let go of Bridget’s elbows and pushed wild hair from her face. “He’s in now. The hard bit’s over.”

  She nodded and managed to keep upright. Her arms shook, but she was okay to support herself.

  Sean pulled back, not out of her rectum, just enough to empty her and reduce the full sensation. Suddenly she realised fullness was what she needed more than anything in the world, and the thought of him completely retreating was inconceivable. “Fuck me,” she said down to James, hardly even recognising her own frantic voice. “I want you to both fuck me, now, fuck me hard.”

  It was like showing a red rag to a bull. Both men heard the hungry demand in her tone and were more than happy to oblige. With a force that both terrified and thrilled her, they slammed in. James’ pelvis thrust upwards, connecting with her swollen clit and shunting his cock into her clenching vaginal walls. Sean grabbed her waist and pounded forward, tunnelling in until his hips were pressed against her buttocks. It was part pain and part delicious ecstasy, this sinful invasion, and it sent her into a delicious spiral of wanting. They had both penetrated her as deep as was physically possible, but still she needed more and found herself pressing backwards and downwards, searching it out, intent on satisfaction. She set up a rhythm in time with their combined forward and backward thrusts.

  Her entire body quivered and shook. James grabbed hold of her arms again and kept her locked so she was at the mercy of their shunting. “You like it, baby?” he said. “Is it what you wanted?”

  Eyes tight shut, mouth hanging slack, Bridget nodded.

  “One last thing,” James panted.

  Bridget felt a hand cup her cheek, a big, slightly calloused hand, hot and insistent. She flicked open glazed eyes as her neck was urged to the right. Not more than three inches from her face was yet another cock poking out from a pair of pale combats. This penis was as enormously wide as it was long, it was thickly veined and circumcised, and on the underside, just beneath the thickly flared crest sat a silver ball ring.

  Her mouth watered and her heart lurched; that was just so wicked. Her mesmerised eyes widened as she watched his own fingers grip the little ring and tug at it teasingly. The head of the erection pulsed and darkened further with arousal. A drip of pre-cum glistened on the slit.

  “Meet our soldier mate, Colin,” said James, between thrusts. “He’s just back from Afghanistan for Christmas. You’re gonna make him glad he came all this way to Finland for his holidays.”

  “Yes, yes.” Bridget strained her neck towards the offered dick.

  She heard James chuckle as he reached for her nipple and gave it a tweak and a pinch. “Sweet, dirty girl,” he said.

  Colin moved closer, offering his cock on the flat of his palm. James and Sean eased their frantic thrusting into her body to a slower pace to stop her head bouncing so wildly. Bridget stuck out the tip of her tongue and rolled it around the piercing. It was cool and slick, and gave just a little movement under her ministrations. She snagged it briefly with her teeth and then released it.

  High above her, Colin let out a throaty moan.

  “Sweet heaven above,” James muttered. ‘I hope that feels fucking good for you up there, Col, ‘cause watching from down here, I feel like she’s doing it to me.”

  Bridget paused and looked down at James’ face. He had wide, frantic eyes and was pulling at his bottom lip with his teeth so hard she thought he might draw blood.

  “Seeing you do that whilst I’m so deep inside you is fucking amazing,” James said as his serious face broke into a sudden grin. “Promise you’ll treat me to that syrupy little tongue of yours later, when we’re alone.”

  Bridget had no chance to answer because the big hand at her cheek was back, turning her and urging her to take his dick in her mouth. “Go for it, honey,” Colin said in an Irish accent that matched James’ and Sean’s. “Take me in and let’s get every pretty hole of yours filled.”

  She stretched her mouth into a wide ‘o’ and widened her jaw to the max as Colin moved closer; like the other two, he was going to be a tight fit. But with determination on both their parts, he slipped in past her teeth and over the base of her tongue. Gliding swiftly over her taste buds she was aware of the exotic, musky flavour of his maleness and the salty tang of pre-cum. Hurriedly she dragged a breath in through her nose as he hit the back of her throat. Her gag reflex complained and jerked at the speed he’d slid in. But then he pulled back a fraction and she forced herself to relax and settle into a new way of breathing.

  “She’s a cracker,” Colin grunted, weaving his fingers through her hair and curling a big, dominant hand around the nape of her neck. “A real fucking cracker, boys, well done.”

  “Yeah,” said James. “And because she’s been a very good girl all year, she’s gonna get her Christmas present.” He raised his head and pressed it to Bridget’s ear, let blazing hot words travel to the core of her being and imprint on her memory. “Yo
u ready, baby, you ready to take it all? Be as full as you can possibly be?”

  Bridget couldn’t answer because her mouth was already full of demanding cock, but she managed a squeak as she bucked her hips back onto Sean’s and James’ dicks. Giving them permission with her body, if not with words, to release everything they had to give.

  Sean immediately set up a quick rhythm of thrusts. Towering behind her, wide hands wrapped almost entirely around her waist, he pounded in and out of her anus, filling and emptying her, burning past virginal, raw nerve endings she hadn’t even known existed until minutes ago. The sensation drove her overboard and she ground upwards to meet him every time.

  James caught the same speed, pumping his cock into her and slamming hard bone over her clit in time with his brother’s frantic movements. Repeatedly she was filled to bursting point then drained, though all the time her clit was being deliciously indulged.

  Colin matched their rhythm, whether or not it was intentional she didn’t know…she didn’t care. This was even better than her dream. This cock in her mouth was full of flavour, full of throbbing veins. The slit at the end was exquisite to slip her tongue into when he pulled back, and the metal ball rolling down her tongue added to both their pleasure.

  Moans, grunts and groans filled the room. Curses and praises to the Good Lord above and Sweet Jesus flew about as flesh slapped against flesh. Her wet squelches were repeatedly absorbed and combined with the mattress’ squeaking complaints.

  Bridget didn’t know were the men began and she ended. Her pussy milked James, gripping along his length. He was granite hard, and she guessed it wouldn’t be long before he came. Her anus tightened around the base of Sean’s penis and she felt him spasm; he, too, was close to coming. But Colin wasn’t there yet; last to join the party, he needed some extra help.

  Fighting to control her own mounting need to climax, Bridget lifted a hand and shuffled it through Colin’s clothing to cup his balls. He let out a long, low, groan, released her neck and shoved his trousers and boxers down to his thighs. With better access, Bridget palmed his testicles and rolled them like two snooker balls in a bag. His cock jerked to her palate and he hissed in pleasure. She continued to play, riding her fingers up his shaft and coating them in her saliva which dripped from his cock.