Hot Buttered Strumpet (3 page)

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.

Robert began to stroke the woman’s arms, then her ribs, then further downward until he reached the inside of her thighs.

“Her skin is so soft,” he said running his fingers lightly over her hip.

“Hmm.”
Wren bent over to kiss her mouth and tease one of her breasts.

When Robert’s hands disappeared between her thighs, a light shudder ran through her body, perhaps signalling a return to consciousness.

“Let’s keep doing this,” Wren told Robert. “Come up here and pinch her breasts. I want to lick her clit.”

The brothers exchanged places, Wren taking over Robert’s position between her thighs. What a sight she was, with her lower lips covered in a sticky mix of butter, semen and her own juices, her pussy still red and swollen with arousal.

Wren loved it. He leant down to taste her clit and to lick the little nub the same way she had licked the tip of his cock earlier in the evening. He sighed. She was just too perfect, his woman.

His woman.

He jerked upright. Where had that thought come from? She wasn’t his. For God’s sake, he didn’t even know her name! Idiot that he was, he had forgotten to ask her before she had sucked every thought straight out of his brain through his cock.

It was too late to ask her. “I say, we just had incredibly great sex together, would you kindly tell me your name now?” Not bloody likely. And he certainly didn’t have any claim on her. If anything, she was his brothers’ shared whore, soon to be mistress. That was all. He had better get used to the idea.

The woman gave a little moan of frustration and wiggled her hips in search of more stimulation. Realising that she had to be awake, he looked up her body and met her gaze. She looked a little stunned, and he grinned. “We had to wake you up somehow, didn’t we?” he told her, before he turned to his brother. “Let’s get her dressed, Rob, Tom could be here with the carriage at any moment.”

“No!” she protested.

Wren gave her an amused look. “No?”

“Please, don’t stop, sir.” Her voice was
soft,
almost a whisper, but he could hear the arousal in it.

“You are quite insatiable, aren’t you, my dear? But I fear neither Robert nor
myself
can oblige you at the moment.” He looked down his own body at his sadly drooping member, then over at Robert’s equally flaccid cock and shook his head in disgust.

Her lower lip pushed forward in an adorable little-girl pout and Wren would have done almost anything for her at that moment. His gaze fell on the tray of food still resting on the low table beside the bed. Nothing was left on it except for the half empty tankard of ale and…half a cucumber.

He got up and took the cucumber, weighing it tentatively in his hand. It felt a little rough, so he used the butter knife to peel off the dark green skin. When he looked up, Wren saw both Robert and the woman staring at him curiously.

“We’ll use the cucumber to fuck her with,” he explained.

“You’re mad.” Robert said.

“No, I think she might enjoy this.”

The woman’s gaze was fixed on the vegetable, her eyes wide.

“Would you like me to use this to fuck you?” Wren asked her, holding up the peeled cucumber, which had begun to resemble a rather large, light green phallus.

The woman swallowed visibly. Her voice was high and squeaky when she answered, “I’m not sure, sir.”

“Hmm,” Wren mused, “maybe we should put some butter on it. To make it slip in more easily.” He picked up the butter dish from where Thomas had dropped it at the foot of the bed.

Wren rubbed the rounded end of the vegetable in the grease. He looked up from what he was doing when he heard the woman gasp.

“You want this, don’t you?” he said, wiggling the cucumber at her.

She nodded almost imperceptibly, her wide green eyes still fixed on the vegetable.

Wren grinned at her.

“Good,” he said, “You’ll like this.” Then he bent over to run the greased cucumber through her folds and she began to moan.

Wren teased her legs further apart,
then
bent forward to lick her clit again. She writhed on the bed when his tongue touched the sensitive little nub. He flicked his tongue over her clit again as he positioned the cucumber at her entrance. She pushed her hips at him, urging him to fuck her with the greased vegetable and he gave her what she wanted.

Slowly, carefully, he pushed the cucumber into her and she moaned when the thick vegetable rubbed against her sensitive flesh. Wren began to move the cucumber in and out of her, rotating it against the walls of her pussy and she went wild, bucking her hips at him, trying to take the vegetable even deeper.

Wren fucked her in earnest then, pushing the cucumber into her almost roughly, setting a fast pace that would take her over the edge very soon. He was dimly aware of Robert joining them on the bed, his mouth latching onto the woman’s breasts. Her moans grew louder and Wren decided to make her come. Still driving the cucumber into her quivering pussy, he reached over to scratch his fingernail lightly over her clit and she all but exploded under his hands. Her body arched upwards, her hips pushing off the mattress and towards him as she screamed her pleasure.

Wren continued to fuck her a little longer, just for good measure, as her orgasm slowly subsided. Then he let the greased vegetable slide out of her.

“Time to get dressed now,” he told her “We need to be ready to go when Thomas returns.”

The woman looked at him without comprehension, her big green eyes still dazed from her last orgasm. He went over to the washstand to get a wet cloth and a towel, taking them to the bed.