Brown, Berengaria - Shared Possession [Possessive Passions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

Possessive Passions 1

BERENGARIA BROWN

Copyright © 2011

Chapter One

“Say yes, Chevaunne. Say we can fuck you. Say yes now, please.”

That was Jim, the oldest brother. They all looked so similar. All tanned, all with black hair and dark eyes so deep a brown they were almost black. But Jim had much broader shoulders than the others and was more muscular everywhere. And hell yeah, she did mean
everywhere
. They were all naked. As was she.

“Come on, Chevaunne. You want us. I can feel how much.”

That was Sam, the middle brother. His fingers were deep in her cunt, doing incredible things inside her. His long, educated, talented fingers. He was the tallest of the three, and his cock was the longest, too. Not that they’d lined their cocks up for her to measure or anything, and not that the other two were lacking in that department either. But oh yeah, Sam had length to spare.

Paul, the youngest brother, lifted his mouth off her breasts. “This will be the best sex of your life. We’ll make you come again and again and again. Say the words, beautiful lady. Say we can fuck you now.”

Chevaunne’s hormones and libido were in overdrive. She’d never been so aroused in her life before. Sam’s fingers tormented her pussy. Jim’s were teasing her anus, slipping inside every now and then to rub the tissues of her walls, softening and loosening her muscles there. She knew what he had in mind and wanted him in there. And Paul’s mouth was doing amazing things to her breasts and belly.

If it wasn’t for the fact they still had her wrists bound and tied to the headboard of the bed, she might have forgotten that they’d kidnapped her. She had no idea where she was, as she’d been brought here inside a delivery truck with no windows. Paul had been the driver, and Jim and Sam had explained a few things about them and that they all wanted to marry her. But hell, she had no way of knowing this wasn’t some weird cult, and she was agreeing to be a sex slave. How could one woman marry three men? Those religions when one man had several wives, they weren’t actually legal here, were they?

Jim held her face between his two strong, tanned hands. He tilted her chin up and possessed her mouth. It was the hottest kiss she’d ever had. He seemed to draw her entire mind and spirit out with his teasing, probing tongue. He stroked the insides of her cheeks, as his tongue danced with hers. He rimmed her teeth, and then he thrust his tongue hard and deep into her mouth, pulling all her air, her breath, her life force from her.

When they broke apart, she struggled to draw oxygen into her lungs. “Say yes,” he whispered into her ear as he licked and nibbled on the rim of it.

“Say yes,” added Paul after he licked a line around the undersides of both breasts.

“Say yes,” said Sam, curling his fingers up to stroke over her sweet spot then biting her clit gently.

“Yes!” she screamed as she orgasmed hard over his fingers and harder still as Jim thrust a second finger into her ass, stroking the walls drawing her climax out harder and longer.

“Thank you, Chevaunne. You won’t regret your decision, we promise,” said Jim, grabbing a bottle of oil from the nightstand to trickle it into her ass and over his cock.

Sam untied her wrists and massaged them with a little more of the oil.

Chevaunne was still shuddering from her climax as she was pulled onto Sam’s body and he slid into her cunt. She’d never had such a long cock inside her before. The head was resting on the mouth of her womb, and he wasn’t even thrusting into her.

Jim held his big hand on her lower back as he pressed his cock into her ass. She felt full, stretched, but there was no pain. She was so aroused her body was full of endorphins and adrenaline.

“Now me,” said Paul, holding his cock to her mouth. Only now, when his cock was just a few inches from her eyes, did her brain register that none of them were circumcised.
Hmm, that’s interesting. I’ll enjoy playing with the foreskin.

“This first time we must all claim you simultaneously as our wife. But after tonight we may fuck you singly, or two of us, or three. Any child that might be conceived will belong to all of us equally. It’s irrelevant which one of us is the biological father,” said Jim.

Oh, hell, no condoms!
“But what if I’m not ready for a child?”
I’m still confused that there are three of you.

“There are three of us to support you. Whatever you want or need will be provided. If you can’t cope with diapers or night feeds, we’ll do all that. Anyway, there’s no need to worry about it. Likely, it’ll be a year or more before there’s a child, and you’ll be used to our way of life by then,” soothed Paul. He then pressed his cock into her mouth, filling it and preventing her from speaking.

There were a million questions circling in Chevaunne’s mind, but Sam’s long cock was sliding in and out of her cunt, nudging the neck of her womb with intense pleasure-pain on every thrust.

Jim was pressing into her ass, his cock filling her completely, sliding along her walls, exciting her nerve endings. And Paul’s delicious cock was in her mouth. She was enjoying running her tongue up inside the foreskin, feeling how incredibly soft the head of his cock was, dragging her tongue along the shaft, feeling the big vein throbbing there, then sucking him deep until the head touched the back of her throat.

Jim and Sam were now thrusting in tandem, their hands holding her hips to keep her still as they withdrew together, pulling almost all the way out, then pushing back in together, in perfect harmony with each other, until they were both balls-deep inside her, filling and stretching her to the limit.

Gradually they moved a little faster, and faster again, thrusting inside her deeper and harder.

Chevaunne had one arm against Sam’s chest, balancing herself. The other hand was cupping and rolling Paul’s balls as she sucked his cock. He had a delicious musky, salty flavor, but her brain was becoming so scrambled with need it was hard to think and concentrate on him. Jim and Sam were absolutely pounding into her now. The entire bed—a very large bed—was rocking with their thrusts, and Paul had to grip her shoulder to keep control of her movements on his penis.

Need coiled tighter and tighter deep inside her core. All her senses were on overload. One hand rested on a deliciously hard-walled chest. The other cupped and rolled Paul’s tight balls. She loved the idea of having a hand on two different men at the same time, noticing their differences despite their similarities. Deliberately, she dragged her foot along Jim’s leg to be touching all three of them at once, loving the slightly hairy feel of his shin, enjoying being connected by more than just the genitals.

Already, the orgasm was starting to flutter the walls of her channel. The rippling and clenching deep inside her meant Jim and Sam’s climaxes would happen soon, likely as she came. Suddenly, she wanted Paul to come with her—with them—too. Desperately, she sucked him deep into her mouth, relaxing her throat and tipping her head back to fit as much of him as possible inside. She sucked strongly, then released him a little to roll his foreskin back with her tongue and scrape her teeth across the sensitive head of his cock. She wiggled her tongue into the slit, then sucked again.

Right at that moment, Jim and Sam jackhammered deep inside her together, thrusting their full lengths until their balls pressed into her flesh. Sam’s cock slammed into the neck of her womb with a stab of intense pleasure-pain only heightened by the hot explosion of cum in her ass as Jim climaxed.

Chevaunne’s mouth opened automatically, and she screamed as her orgasm roared through her. From the shard of pleasure-pain in her core and through the heat in her ass, the coils of tension spiraled out of control in her belly. Nerve endings fired up from her toes—which curled back hard against the soles of her feet—to the top of her head. She was a throbbing mass of sensations.

Her scream rolled over Paul’s cock, pushing him the last fraction of an inch into climax, and streams of ropey, white cum hit the back of her throat, filling her mouth so she had to swallow hurriedly.

The three men gripped her tightly, arms and hands all over her body as they all shook in pleasure together. Paul pulled his shaft out of her mouth, and she ran her tongue along his length as he withdrew it. He kissed her tenderly as Jim flattened himself against her back for a long moment before withdrawing from her ass.

When the other two had moved off Chevaunne, Sam flipped her onto her side and pulled out of her cunt.

Jim came back with a warm washcloth and cleaned her while one by one the men visited the bathroom to wash themselves. Then they all laid down, Jim pulling her body firmly against his, Paul pressing into her back, and Sam lying beside Paul, his long arm stretched over all four of them.

Chevaunne was so confused. She’d worked her regular shift as a nurse at the hospital, been kidnapped from the parking lot by three brothers, taken God-knew-where, agreed to marry them all, and had her brains fucked out with the best sex of her life.

This couldn’t be happening to her. Not to boring, mousy, Ms. Nobody Chevaunne. It had just been a hell of a weird dream.

* * * *

It seemed like only moments later that she woke up to find herself being pulled into a semi-sitting position with a hard-muscled body behind her, hands on her breasts teasing at her nipples, and her legs being spread.

“My turn, beautiful lady.”

Paul was sliding his legs underneath her, wrapping her legs around his hips, holding his very erect cock at the entry to her channel.

From the breadth of the shoulders behind her and the shorter length of the fingers on her breasts, Chevaunne knew it was Jim who was holding her.

Sam leaned over and kissed her with light butterfly kisses across her forehead and nose, along her eyebrows and cheeks, following her jawline until his tongue slid smoothly into her mouth.

“Are you wet for me, beautiful lady? Oh, yes, you do want us.” Paul scooped some cream from her pussy and offered a finger to each of his brothers to lick.

Damn, that was hot, watching them taste her honey like that. How could she not want them when Sam kissed her so erotically and Jim’s fingers on her nipples pulling and pinching were driving her insane with desire.

“Yes, I want you,” she groaned, thrusting her hips forward so her pussy touched Paul’s cock.

In one strong stroke, he sank deep inside her, stretching her walls, grinding his balls against her ass, holding her shoulders to power into her. He pistoned into her hard and fast, keeping the pace frenetic as Jim tormented her breasts. All the while, Sam kissed her face and nibbled on an earlobe before licking the tender place behind her ear.

As soon as her cunt began to ripple with the beginnings of an orgasm, Paul came with a deep groan, his seed bursting hot into her channel, sending added waves of pleasure through her. He leaned forward and kissed her, then scrambled backward off the bed. Sam slid into his place, threw her legs over his shoulders, and slammed deep inside her, dragging his cock along her walls, prolonging her orgasm.

“She’s milking me too hard. I’m not gonna last more than ten seconds,” gasped Sam, thrusting deep and twirling his hips, dragging his cock all around her tissues again, cranking the heat inside her higher and prolonging her orgasm.

Sam thrust raggedly inside her, hitting her G-spot with every swivel of his hips, keeping her orgasm going and going and building it even higher.

Jim had one hand still cupping a breast. The other had slid between her and Sam’s torsos, and he was rolling a finger over her clit, pressing it, surrounding it, teasing and pulling it. Chevaunne’s orgasm was building higher and higher with all the stimulation. Finally, it burst over her harder than ever, leaving her weak and limp as it rolled up through her body from her clit, her breast, her cunt.

Sam held her hips tightly, powering in and out, once, twice, three times, then he came and once more she was bathed in the heat of his seed as it exploded in her channel. As Paul had done, he kissed her then pulled out.

Paul was back from the bathroom and lying flat on the bed as Jim flipped her around and pulled her onto her hands and knees before sliding his cock into her still-pulsing cunt.

Paul slid his body partly under hers, his hands playing with her breasts, his tongue running along her flesh lapping here and there at her chin, her nipples, painting a wet line down toward her belly button.

Jim wrapped one arm completely around her body, holding her exactly where he wanted her. Her ass pressed hard against his body as his cock slammed into her from behind. With his other hand, he teased her tender, sensitive clit, pulling it, twirling it, pinching it.