And now, now she lay with her eyes closed, replete, a small smile curving her full lips, completely unaware of anything but her first orgasm, even the fact that she was bare to the waist. There was no doubt that had been her first pleasure. She'd been too scared of it, too overwhelmed by its intensity for it to be a familiar occurrence.
Her hair was a tangle on the pillow, so long, so thick. Her eyelashes so long, her.... I was turning into a romantic, all at the sight of a naked woman. She wasn't the first I'd seen, but most definitely the last. She was ours.
"What was that?" she asked, her voice as soft and slow as honey.
"That was your men pleasing you."
Her eyes opened and panic flared the moment she returned to herself. The moment after that was when she realized she was uncovered to her waist. To say her breasts were lovely was an understatement. They were large, easily a handful, with plump coral nipples. Her figure was lush, ample and when I'd slid my hands over her, her curves were soft and plentiful, something to hold onto when fucking.
She sat up and crossed her arms over her chest to cover herself. Her hair slid long and wild down her back to touch the sheet behind her. "I shouldn't have allowed you such liberties. It isn't right."
Brody lay back on his pillow, tucked an arm behind his head. I pushed up to sit beside her, much less concerned for modesty than she. "Why isn't this right?" I asked.
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"Last night, when I held you, did it seem wrong?"
She shook her head.
"Were you afraid?"
She licked her lips. "No, I was so cold, so afraid I was going to die and then you were there."
"It felt right, didn't it, sweetheart?" I asked. "There's something special here, between the three of us. You felt it then and you just felt how good it can be, how we can make you feel. It's not wrong."
Tucking her hair behind her ear, she looked up at me with her green eyes, unconvinced. She was a well-bred lady, not a woman from the brothel in town. She'd been told all her life to protect her virtue. Thankfully she'd heeded those warnings, for she'd saved herself for us, but she would have to fight those social standards perhaps more than Brody or I. It would take time and gentle coaxing and persuasion. "Please get me my dress."
Because of her skittishness, there was no time like the present to continue her lesson. If she was to be our wife, she needed to become familiar with her husband's bodies, and teaching her when she was sated from her first orgasm was the perfect time. It was her job to tend to our needs just as much as ours to see to hers. Tossing back the covers, I stood, offering her the expanse of my back first, then turned to place my hands on my hips. My cock was hard. Hard enough to pound nails. The blunt head was an angry red color, and it pulsed, eager to fuck. It curved upward toward my navel and my balls hung heavily below. If she hadn't seen a cock before—and the way her mouth hung open and her eyes were wide and ogling it—she was in for quite a learning experience.
"Your dress is most likely still sodden from the snow. You may wear a shirt of mine."
She wasn't listening, wasn't doing anything but staring.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Brody asked. He pushed the blankets down to uncover his own cock, equally aroused and ready as mine.
Laurel shook her head and glanced over her shoulder at Brody, only to see his cock. She scooted back on her arse toward the end of the bed and faced us both, pointing at our cocks. "They're really big. Um...they couldn't...I mean....never mind."
We'd stunned her speechless. Brody grinned wickedly, keeping one hand tucked behind his head, as the other gripped his cock at the base and started stroking it up and down as a drop of clear fluid seeped from the tip.
"Have you ever seen a cock before?" I asked as I took mine in hand.
She shook her head, then licked her lips. Brody groaned.
"Then we'll give you a lesson in cocks, shall we? Our cocks are ready for fucking. They're big. They're hard. See the veins running up the length? Seeing your gorgeous hair down makes me hard."
"Seeing your nipples does it for me," Brody added. "Your breathy little pants almost had me coming."
"Feeling your pussy lips and strumming your clit almost finished me off. Everything about you, Laurel, makes us hard."
Brody pushed up onto his knees, working his cock. "Seeing you like this, in my bed, looking at us with those gorgeous emerald eyes, I'm going to come. Do you want to help me, sweetheart?"