Caelan knelt behind her and nudged her thighs apart. “ ‘Tis time ye learned to pleasure the both of us at the same time and to take pleasure in all three holes at once. Ye have Gavan’s cock in yer mouth, the wee plug up your bum, and now you’ll take my cock in yer cunny. Do ye want my cock in ye, Lizzie, stroking you so that Gav and I both fill you up at the same time?”
She nodded and mewled in need.
“Keep sucking, Lizzie. Cae will see to yer need, won’t ye, Cae?”
“Aye, Gav, I will,” he said as he guided his cock into her wet, warm cunny and began stroking rapidly.
Elizabeth felt both of their cocks swelling and twitching in anticipation of their shooting their loads in her.
“Ye didna let even a drop of my seed leave yer mouth, lass. Take it deep and into yer belly while Cae fills your cunny.”
She managed not to choke on his cock as he started spurting his cream down her throat while Caelan began filling her pussy.
When they were finished, she was sprawled across Gavan’s prone body.
After supper, they would take turns fucking her, sometimes hard and fast, and sometimes slow and long. Elizabeth didn’t care. As long as they fucked her repeatedly, she fell into a stupor because she had been so well used and pleasured. They constantly praised her, and she began to bask in their loving attention.
Each night, she would curl into their collective arms, exhausted and sated. Gavan mostly laid on his back, and she curled against him, with her head on his shoulder. Caelan spooned with her from the back. She had never felt so warm, safe, and loved in her entire life.
If her husbands liked having their hands on her, she was finding just as much pleasure in touching them. She kept waiting to feel as if they were just using her, or were going to withdraw, or abandon her, like every other person in her life, but they never did. In fact, they did just the opposite, they were gentle and loving with her, always ensuring her needs were seen to first.
GAVAN
Gavan woke to find himself all alone with their bride. They were planning to leave today. Caelan had said he wanted to go back into town and get Lizzie a few more things so she’d have more than the one skirt and her tight-fitting chaps to wear, although they agreed they might keep the chaps on hand for her to wear just for them, preferably with nothing else on.
His cock throbbed against the crack of her arse and, in her sleep, she snuggled back against him.
Gavan smiled as he got up on his knees behind her, drawing her hips up so she was in the perfect position to be mounted. He parted her thighs and sank his length into her. He began to stroke her deeply, and her body responded as it always did, orgasamming from his dominant possession. As she woke, he began thrusting harder and faster, quickly bringing her to a second climax before driving into her with an even greater frenzy in order to achieve his own release.
Once he was finished, and the quivering of her pussy ceased, he patted her backside, slid from inside her, nipped her ear, and whispered, “Good morning, wife.”
She giggled, a sound he and Caelan agreed she only made when happy and sated.
“Good morning, husband.” She sat up. “Where is my other husband?”
“What?” he said in false indignation. “I’m not enough for ye, ye wanton hussy?”
Elizabeth giggled again. “Nay, yer not,” she said, mocking his brogue.
“Thank God for that,” said Caelan as he rode in and overheard their banter. Leaping off his horse, he tossed his reins to Gavan.
CAELAN
Caelan started to position Lizzie more to the center of the bed. Uncharacteristically, she pulled away from him.
He and Gavan had counted themselves amongst the most fortunate of men. Lizzie was beautiful, intelligent, capable, and wildly passionate. She reveled in their amorous attention and took to most things willingly. She was still apprehensive about his taking her arse, but the idea of having his cock in her arse while Gavan fucked her cunny seemed to make her inordinately wet. He and Gavan had decided the first time they doubly penetrated her, with neither using her mouth, would be in the big bed they’d had built for their use at Bridgewater.
Lizzie sprang up and spun away from him, dancing away as he reached for her.
He growled but, before the sound had left his mouth, she stepped back onto the bedroll, dropping gracefully onto her knees, arching her back, and moaning before stretching down into position and spreading her legs. God, she was magnificent. Her needy vulva pulsed and, beyond it, her glorious pussy offering a wet, creamy invitation for him to mount and breed.
Caelan accepted without reservation, mounting her in one swift, strong move, his groin slamming into her backside as he held her tight.
Her response was as primitive as it was powerful; she cried out his name as she orgasmed.
He pistoned his hips so that his cock began to hammer her pussy. He hadn’t been this rough with her before, but she surprised him by welcoming it. She cried out as he pumped his hips, which seemed only to inflame her lust.
His hold on her tightened as he thrust more deeply within her. He fucked her through two more climaxes without let up, not even allowing her to catch her breath. The feelings of passion, possession, and dominance were intense. Over and over, he stroked her cunt with a fierce and overwhelming need to not only breed her, but reclaim her, as well. Locking her to him, he pumped his seed deep into her.
As he withdrew, he realized Gavan was standing behind them, raw lust evident in every fiber of his being.
“Ye should be careful how ye tease Gavan, lass. I fear yer nay getting off your knees
