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  When she looked up at their faces, she realised that they had all followed her gaze. Grinning, Thomas wiggled his eyebrows and his cock at her. She realised that her thoughts must have been written all over her face.

  “What shall we do with you, strumpet?” he asked.

  “Shall we have our wicked way with you?” Robert, the angelic one, chimed in.

  When she didn’t answer, Thomas asked Wren, “You didn’t fuck her earlier, did you?” as if they were discussing the weather.

  Wren shook his head. “No, she sucked me off. Quite expertly.” Turning to Robert, he added, “You should have her that way too. You’ll like it.”

  Robert nodded, stepping forward with a grin, but Thomas held him back. “Not so fast. We haven’t decided yet who should go first, have we?”

  Thomas was obviously the oldest. There was no question that he was in command. He scratched his chin and looked thoughtful for a moment. Then he nodded slowly and a little shiver of anticipation crept down Annie’s spine. He grinned and said, “We’ll all have her at the same time.”

  Annie went rigid, then managed to shake her head in protest. “No, please, sir.” Her voice sounded a bit squeaky.

  Thomas raised his hand. “Quiet, strumpet!” he barked.

  When she closed her mouth in shock he continued, “You’ll do as you’re told and you’ll not only be rewarded with money. You’ll also have the greatest fuck of your life. Do you want that? To be fucked so thoroughly that you’ll scream with pleasure and come harder than you could ever dream of?”

  Annie stared. Did she want that? Oh God, yes!

  Thomas apparently read the answer in her eyes, for he nodded. Then he began to arrange them all on the bed. She wondered again just what they were going to do to her when he told her to lie down in the middle of the bed, but she soon forgot to worry when six hands and three mouths began to explore her body, pleasuring her with their combined caresses.

  Wren, who was kneeling on her left, was kissing her, slowly, thoroughly, running his fingers through her hair and stroking her face almost lovingly. His lips were soft but his kiss was firm and demanding, his tongue expertly exploring her mouth, while Robert was sucking her right nipple, massaging both her breasts and occasionally teasing the other nipple with his fingers. Annie’s eyes drifted closed as their gentle teasing sent ripples of pleasure through her body, straight down to her toes. The fact that she couldn’t see what they were doing intensified the feelings until every fibre of her body seemed to hum with intense pleasure.

  Someone—Thomas, she thought—was kneeling between her legs, holding her lower lips apart while his wicked tongue ran through her cleft, spreading moisture from her soaking pussy-hole to her clitoris with slow, delightful strokes. She moaned and writhed as his tongue expertly circled and flicked the hardening bud.

  Her breath came more roughly when Robert began to pinch her nipples and suck them into tight little peaks. “Beautiful,” he said softly and sucked them again.

  She almost bit Wren’s tongue as jolts of intense pleasure ran through her whole body. She arched on the mattress. Wren chuckled deep in his throat, then left her mouth with one last tender kiss to nibble at the sensitive skin of her neck.

  Thomas pressed two fingers into her dripping pussy, then spread the moisture downwards towards the crinkled rosebud of her arsehole. Then he tried to enter her arse with a finger.

  “No!” she gasped and went stiff as a board. Not that! She raised herself up on her elbows and glared, but Thomas took his finger away with an innocent grin.

  The other two eased her back down with soft murmurs and caresses of her body. She looked at Wren and he smiled reassuringly, stroking her cheek, then bent to kiss her. She forgot all about it when Thomas began to lick her pussy again. He drew up her legs and each of the other two men took hold of one knee, spreading her impossibly wide open for Thomas‘ wicked mouth. His tongue explored her tender flesh. She gasped and writhed in the men’s grip as he circled her clit again and again, leaving her on the edge of orgasm, when his mouth and hands suddenly left her. She moaned in protest, still trembling with the tension he had built.

  He returned, his hands now slick with something cool and smooth. Butter, she realised, as the sensual haze in her mind cleared momentarily. He must have gone for the butter dish.

  Thomas greased her folds with a mixture of her own juices and the cool butter. It was strange for a moment until it took on her body heat. He trailed his fingers down towards her arsehole again, but he licked her clit vigorously at the same time and she couldn’t concentrate on what else he was doing. She didn’t actually care, she decided, as long as everything felt so damn good.

  When she began to rock her hips, the steady rhythm of their teasing about to send her over the edge, Robert bit down lightly on one of her nipples and Thomas sucked her clit into his mouth while pushing his fingers into both her passages. She came screaming, the shattering orgasm seeming to last for ever. She felt incredibly stretched as Thomas stroked his fingers in and out of her, finger-fucking her in a slow, seductive rhythm while her inner muscles tried to clamp down on him. Wave after wave of pleasure ran through her body as she moaned and writhed under their combined caresses.

  Wren kissed her again, his tongue dancing in her mouth as Thomas finger-fucked her other holes. Wren’s mouth muffled her hoarse cries of pleasure while Robert sucked and nibbled her nipples. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, their hands and mouths driving her to higher and higher peaks of pleasure until she thought she would faint from sheer bliss.

  She came down slowly, moaning as Thomas spread more butter into her arsehole. His fingers didn’t feel so intrusive any more. A bit strange, but not as embarrassing as she had thought earlier on.

  “Have you never been fucked in the arse before, strumpet?” Thomas asked, opening her tight back passage with two scissoring fingers. He grinned wickedly.

  “Noooo……” she moaned. She couldn’t say anything else, or even think anything when he added a third finger, pushing the buttered digits further into her.

  “You’re so tight,” he said. “I want you to squeeze my cock with those tight muscles until I come inside you. Will you do that for me, strumpet?”

  Oh God, she couldn’t think while he was working her arsehole. She’d never guessed someone’s fingers in there would feel so good. She couldn’t remember why she didn’t want him to do exactly as he said. There had been a reason, but she couldn’t remember it now because of the shudders of dark pleasure running up and down her spine. She almost cried out with disappointment when Thomas took his hand away. But he soothed her with another quick lick of her clit. “Shush, it’s going to be fine, strumpet,” he said. She didn’t really mind him calling her that. It made her feel wanton and desirable.

  Then Thomas began to deal out orders again, arranging them on the bed. Wren lay in the middle of the mattress now, pulling her over him to straddle his hard shaft. Although his erection was more than impressive, he slipped effortlessly into her greased and juicy passage. His cock was a perfect fit, filling her just tightly enough to send little shivers into her clit and all through her body.

  Lowering herself further on to his shaft, Annie remembered how delicious he had felt in her mouth earlier and smiled down at him. He smiled back up at her, his eyes shining with passion, and reached up to stroke her breasts. She felt a sudden urge to kiss him again, missing his lips on hers.

  She leant forward to do so, but Thomas put one hand on the small of her back to steady her hips. “Hold still.” His cock pressed against her crinkled hole, demanding entrance into her back passage. He had obviously applied a lot of butter to her arse and his cock because the bulging head slipped in with more ease than she would have thought possible. It felt tight but not too uncomfortable at first and she began to think that she might actually enjoy the experience.

  But then he groaned and pushed farther into her and his cock seemed to get stuck halfway up her tight dark passage. When he tried
to grind himself into her more deeply she felt impossibly tight, stretched beyond capacity, as though she were being ripped apart from the inside.

  “No!” she cried. “Stop! It’s too much. I can’t take it.”

  “Shush,” came Thomas‘ voice again. “Don’t worry. You can take it. Just relax. Don’t fight it.” He eased himself out a little and she was able to breathe again.

  Wren smiled reassuringly as he reached up to roll her nipples between his fingers and she moaned softly. He pinched both nipples hard. She cried out, a lightning-bolt of pleasure-pain streaking through her breasts, distracting her from Thomas, who pushed himself all the way in with a satisfied groan.

  The two men began a slow rolling of their hips, fucking her in a steady, coordinated rhythm that seemed to stretch her even more with each slow, deep thrust. She was indescribably full, her body mounted on the two huge cocks. Six hands urged her to move with them.

  She hesitantly moved her hips, unable to resist their seductive rhythm.

  Thomas shoved his hard shaft deeper and deeper into her with each thrust while she ground down on Wren’s cock, the two members rubbing against each other through the tight walls of her pussy. Incredible dark pleasure poured through her. She rocked her hips, trying to take them further into her, her body shuddering uncontrollably.

  Her orgasm was just beyond her reach and she tried to make the men go faster, squirming and bucking her hips against them, but Thomas gripped her more firmly from behind and Wren squeezed her breasts lightly to control her movements. Held tightly, she abandoned herself to their rhythm, riding the wave of pleasure that crested within her.

  When they finally picked up the pace, Annie felt a hand on her chin. Robert turned her face to the side and pushed his cock into her mouth. He was almost as hard, if not quite as big, as his two brothers and he matched their rhythm, fucking her mouth in time with the two men thrusting deep into her pussy and her arsehole. He gasped softly while she circled the head of his cock with her tongue.

  Annie was stretched out, impaled on three cocks, which surged into her with breathtaking force. The pleasure was almost unbearable. She couldn’t take any more. She was certainly going to faint at any moment. Or burst into fire. Or both. The fast, demanding rhythm of hard cocks driving into her from all directions drove her wild. She bucked her hips, straining to take the three men even deeper, sucking on Robert as hard as she could, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock and licking the salty liquid from the tiny slit at the top.

  After what seemed like an eternity of intensely pleasurable thrusting and rocking, only interrupted by her own soft, cock-muffled moans and the deeper, more masculine grunts from the men taking her, Thomas and Robert seemed ready to climax. Thomas pounded into her from behind, harder and harder. She rocked her hips in ecstasy and pressed back against him when he came in long hot spurts, moaning his pleasure. His balls hit the tightly stretched flesh between her two holes and her inner muscles convulsed around his cock. His hot juice spurted deep into her tight back passage while she gulped down Robert’s cum, which was flooding her mouth. The combined pleasure of the men’s orgasms almost made her come, too.

  Wren must have felt Thomas come through the walls of her pussy. He stilled completely while his brothers climaxed. The sudden lack of friction in her pussy kept her on the edge just a little longer.

  As Robert slid out of her mouth with a satisfied sigh, Annie clamped her pussy muscles on Wren’s rigid shaft. Then she rocked herself against him, urging him on. He groaned and closed his eyes in pleasure and she revelled in the feeling of closeness between them.

  Thomas’ member twitched inside her back passage. She gasped and Wren began to move again, slowly this time, but picking up pace and thrusting more powerfully into her with each stroke. She rode him hard, undulating her hips to take him even deeper.

  When Thomas reached around her from behind to play with her nipples, she moaned. Wren slipped a hand between their bodies and rubbed her clit in a frantic rhythm, sending jolts of pleasure through the hyper-sensitised bud. She cried out as Wren pinched her clit, sending her finally over the edge, with wave after wave of intense pleasure coursing through her body. She heard him cry out too, as he spurted his release deep into her womb, intensifying her orgasm as his cock pulsed inside her.

  The searing heat of Annie’s orgasm threatened to send her up in flames. Hands caressed her clit and nipples, while her inner muscles clamped on the two cocks still inside her. She moaned and panted, grinding her hips to prolong the moment of pure bliss. She heard someone moan with pleasure. Or was she moaning herself? She floated on a tidal wave of pleasure for what seemed like ages, glowing in the aftermath of the most breathtaking orgasm she had ever had.

  Coming down slowly, her muscles still gripping the two cocks in her tight holes, she shuddered with pleasure while being held and stroked by the three men surrounding her. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, intensifying the feelings. Someone kissed her, deeply, hungrily, while hands stroked her corseted back, her arms, her breasts and thighs. When a finger touched her clit again, ever so slightly, another, slower wave of orgasm rolled through her body. She groaned and shuddered.

  The fingers didn’t let go. She was stroked and caressed over and over. Someone nipped one nipple, grazing the swollen bud between his teeth. When fingers pinched her clit again and Thomas‘ cock stroked the walls of her tight back passage as he pulled slowly out of her, the world began to spin and her mind dove into a very pleasurable wave of complete darkness.

  * * * *

  Wren held the wench tightly in his arms while she lay across his body, slack and sated from their combined passion. This incredibly lush, incredibly sensual woman had just given him the most intense orgasms of his life. He wanted to stay in this room, inside her body for ever, making love to her until they both died from sheer bliss. When he looked up into his brothers‘ eyes he saw that they were dazed and sated, like him, although recovering a little more quickly.

  “I think I’m in love with her,” Robert said half seriously.

  Thomas smiled and leaned over to ruffle his younger brother’s hair affectionately. “I think we all are a little, Robbie. She sure knows how to make a man happy.”

  Wren came up with an idea. He rolled it around in his head for a moment, letting it grow on him. Yes, he thought, nodding to himself like an idiot but not caring a bit. Yes, they would definitely have to take her with them. There was no way he would let her stay in this damned bar, fucking any and every stranger that came her way. No way in hell.

  “You want to take her home,” Thomas said. It was a statement, not a question.

  For a moment Wren thought he would have to fight Thomas.

  Then his brother nodded slowly. “Fine,” he said.

  Wren nodded too. No need to argue the point, then. He would figure out later what to do with her. For the moment the only thing that mattered was to keep her with him.

  When Thomas tried to lift her slack body off him, Wren shook his head. He wanted to hold on to her just a moment longer. His cock, now wilting a little but still inside her, felt incredibly good. He didn’t want to let go of her, ever.

  Thomas shrugged and turned to Robert. “Get her clothes,” he said. “You can help Wren dress her. I’ll go and get the carriage. I’ll be back in an hour and I expect you two to have her dressed and ready to go by then. So get to it!”

  Wren watched his older brother pull on his clothes and stomp out of the room, wondering how he could sound so angry when he, Wren, felt so utterly, blissfully happy.

  When the door closed behind Thomas with a decisive thump, Robert knelt beside the bed and raised the woman’s head from Wren’s shoulder, pulling it by her long hair.

  “What are you doing?” Wren batted Robert away.

  “She isn’t sleeping. She passed out.”

  “What?” Wren’s cock shrank to a nubbin and his heart clenched. He tried to squirm from under her, then rolled to his side, taking her body with
him and laying her on her back as gently as he could. When he felt her slack limbs drop on the mattress beside him, a little jolt of fear shot through him.

  “What are we supposed to do now?” he asked Robert.

  He shook his head. “No idea,” he said. “I’ve never fucked a wench into oblivion. You?”

  “You’re asking me if I’ve ever fucked a wench so hard she fainted?”

  “I guess not, then,” was Robert’s reply.

  They stared at the woman’s limp form for what seemed like ages, but she didn’t move. She could have been dead, except for shallow breaths lifting her beautiful breasts.

  “We need to wake her up…somehow,” Wren said. “Thomas will be back soon.”

  They had taken a hackney earlier, because one couldn’t leave an expensive vehicle like Thomas‘ town coach waiting in the seedy side alley where the bar was situated. But Thomas wouldn’t take more than half an hour to get back to his town house and even less to get back with the coach.

  Robert suddenly jumped up from his kneeling position beside the bed. “You know what? Maybe what got her unconscious will bring her back, too.”

  “You mean fucking her again will wake her up?” Wren asked incredulously. “You’re mad! And besides, I don’t really feel like fucking an unconscious wench. It’s much nicer when they participate.”

  “Yes, it is.”

  “Let’s try teasing her a bit. Maybe that will help,” he told his brother, leaning over to suck one lovely round breast into his mouth.

  “Maybe we should loosen her corset so she can breathe better.”

  “Oh, God, of course.” Wren wanted to smack himself for not thinking of this earlier. He beat Robert to her corset strings and he pulled the stiff garment off her chest. The tight-laced corset had chafed her, leaving red marks on her skin. Wren caressed her, trying to soothe away the redness. Her body lost the spectacular hourglass shape without the restraining corset, but he liked her soft curves and round belly just as much.