Submitting Sarah (Montana Maiden Series Book 4) Page 5

  "You can and you will," Tagg growled.

  "You will come for us, Sarah." Garrett's words were accompanied by a slow tug on my nipple, stretching it taut, just like everything else in my body. I expected him to release the tip, but he didn't, keeping it painfully erect. Tagg shifted his hips and grabbed my knees, pushing them back toward my chest and wide, filling me even deeper. With one aggressive thrust he rubbed a spot deep inside me and I came. It was like falling off a cliff, soaring, soaring through the air. Weightless, mindless, completely free.

  Through the rushing of blood in my ears, I heard Tagg's shout and felt him pulse deep inside me.

  He slumped down upon me, but most of his weight still remained safely on his forearms, his damp forehead touching mine. Our rough breaths mingled. Slowly, he pulled out and I sucked in a breath at the emptiness I felt once he did so.

  GARRETT

  I couldn't wait any longer. I considered myself a patient man, but not when waiting to fuck my wife for the first time. She'd had two orgasms and I'd watched her both times. The look of panic just before she came, then the sheer pleasure of it overtaking her was an amazing sight. Seeing her face when Tagg took her maidenhead was something I would never forget. The surprise, the awareness, the succumbing.

  Tagg sat back on his heels with a self-satisfied male grin that only came from a good fuck. "She's incredible, brother."

  "My turn." The discomfort of waiting was turning into pain, my cock throbbing with the need to be buried deep inside her.

  Tagg climbed off the bed and I took his place between her still spread thighs. Glancing down at her pussy, I could see Tagg's seed dripping out, her lips swollen and red, her clit still enlarged and hard. Carefully, I slipped a finger into her slick and creamy depths. She arched her back at the contact. Knowing the copious seed would ease my cock into her, I lifted her up and switched positions so I rested against the pillows on my back with Sarah straddling my waist.

  She gasped in surprise at the change. Her hair fell about her like a copper waterfall.

  "Ride me, baby."

  "Ride?"

  "Put his cock in you and ride him like a horse," Tagg directed.

  She looked aghast at the idea so I helped her along. Feeling her wet pussy against my belly was my undoing. Taking her by the hips, I lifted her up enough so my cock nudged her opening, then worked her down onto me, one slow inch at a time. She was so small I had to be careful. I was big and hard for her to take me as is, her face pinching at how I filled her, so I tilted her back until she sank onto me all the way.

  I groaned at the hot fist clamping about my cock.

  She cried out at being filled in this new position. When finally she was fully seated, I started moving her, teaching her what to do. In this position I could see her pussy spread open around my cock, her flat belly, her pert breasts, the arousal on her face.

  Tagg knelt on the bed and got behind her, clearing her hair out of the way and nibbling and kissing her shoulder. His hands came up to work her breasts as she started to ride me, learning what made her feel good.

  She was so wet, so hot, so tight, her moves so innocent and awkward, that I couldn't hold off my orgasm. It had been too long in coming. I felt the first tingles at the base of my spine, then my balls tightened and I jutted my hips up, thrusting as deep as I could, bottoming out against her womb as I filled her, over and over, with thick ropes of my seed. I couldn't help the groan that escaped my lips. She was heaven.

  Sarah continued to lift and lower, even during my climax as Tagg whispered to her, tugged on her nipples, cupped her breasts. “Such a good girl. Your pussy's everything we could ever want. I can tell you're going to come again. I know your body already. That's it.”

  She came on my cock, rippling around it, milking the last of the cum from my balls until I was empty. Completely replete. For now, fucking her was enough. Tomorrow, we'd teach her what it meant to be our wife.

  TAGG

  I awoke to hair tickling my face. A soft, warm body lying atop me. A leg tangled between mine. Sarah. I came fully awake, and fully aroused, instantly. The sky was just starting to turn from black to gray with the dawn, the usual time we started the day. Since I'd carried her up the stairs the night before, I'd taken her directly to my bedroom. Once Sarah had fallen asleep, Garrett had gone to his room. She'd never fully roused after that final orgasm, curling up into my bed as if she belonged there. Which she did.

  And now, I belonged back inside of her. Pulling myself out from beneath her, her fingers sliding over the short hairs on my chest, she slept on, flat on her stomach. Perfect. Not only was it time to take her again, it was also time to start her training. My cock jumped at the idea of both. I slid the sheet back to uncover her body, then left a trail of soft kisses down the indents of her spine. The dimples at her lower back beckoned and I kissed one, then the other. Sarah stirred and made a sound deep in her throat, but did not come awake.

  Smiling to myself, I took hold of her thighs and spread her knees wide, making her pussy visible to my gaze. I could see dried seed tinged with blood on her thighs and coating the red curls. In this position, I could also see the little rosette of her ass. I'd fuck her pussy now, but after I'd tend to her ass. Without preamble, I lined my cock up with her opening, shifted my hips into place, then slowly worked my way in. She was so tight and my cock fit her like a hand in a glove, our seed still coating her and making her slick. As I filled her, she began to stir. Little sounds came from her throat, her hips began to shift and push back. When I was seated fully, I paused, savoring every hot inch of her.

  It wasn't until I started to pull out, that the head of my cock caught on her spread lips, did she awaken. Her head came up, her green eyes clear and stunned. Glancing over her shoulder, her mouth fell open, not only in surprise, but in a gasp as I slid home once again.

  "Morning, baby."

  "Tagg, I--"

  I gripped a hip, holding her in place as I began to take her with more vigor. My cock had a mind of its own and wanted--no, needed - to take her hard. The way she came up on her elbows and arched her back, I didn't feel the need to worry that I was too rough. When she pushed back against me, thrust for thrust and moaned, I took her even harder.

  "This is a pleasing way to wake up," Garrett said from the doorway, naked, cock in hand.

  Sarah's head whipped around, her hair swirling over her back and froze. "Garrett, oh! I'm so sorry!"

  My hips slapped against her ass and sounds of how wet she was filled the air. I bent over her, wrapping one arm across her breasts, the other around her hips, lifting her up so she sat upon my thighs, her back to my chest, my cock embedded impossibly deep. I shifted on my knees so we were facing the door so that Garrett able to see Sarah being fucked. I didn't stop the motion of my hips, proving to her by action that we weren't hiding or doing anything wrong.

  Garrett walked into the room as he stroked his cock, moving to stand less than a foot from the bed. As Sarah was so small, it was easy to lift her up and down and I continued to fuck her. My one hand palmed her breast, plucked at the nipple. She cried out in pleasure and concern.

  "Don't worry, baby." Garrett lifted his free hand to brush her wild hair back from her face. "We're both going to fuck you. Sometimes together, sometimes alone. You'll be in my bed some nights, Tagg's on others. There's nothing you can do while we're fucking you that's wrong. Right now, with Tagg in your tight pussy, you're absolutely perfect."

  His voice became rough as he spoke, his cock turning a deep plum shade as his hand began to vigorously pump.

  "See how hard you make him?" I murmured to Sarah as I thrust up into her. I could feel my balls tighten and knew I was getting closer. Dropping my hand to her clit, I circled the hard peak with my thumb. "We'll teach you how to take a cock in your mouth so you can please both of us at the same time."

  "Soon, Sarah." Garrett stroked harder. He stepped even closer. "For now, I'm going to come all over you."

  My orgasm was so intense I
roared in Sarah's ear, holding her deftly and securely upon my cock so that I could fill her. My orgasm must have spurred Sarah's as I could feel her clenching, gripping my cock as if it wanted to take more seed, to pull it in so far it would take root. She screamed and tossed her head back on my shoulder.

  Garrett offered a soft, guttural groan as he came, his thick cum arcing in pulses onto Sarah's breasts, her belly. Once Garrett's breathing regulated, he said, "Rub it in, Sarah. Rub my seed all over. I want to see it shiny and wet on your breasts."

  She was too replete to question and her hands came up, ran them through the thick ropes of cum on her body, caressing it, stroking it over her skin. When done, her nipples were glistening with Garrett's seed. Slowly, I lifted Sarah off my cock, then turned her so she was on her belly, knees tucked beneath her. I climbed off the bed and slipped on some pants, knowing that if I remained naked while we began her training, I'd want to fuck her again. Keeping my cock confined was a needed deterrent from taking her again so soon. Garrett padded across the hallway and returned soon enough in pants and carried a wrapped parcel he'd brought back yesterday from town.

  The scent of sex filled the air. The sky was now a bright pink turning quickly to blue. Sarah lay slumped on the bed, her arms up by her face, her eyes closed and a little smile curved the corner of her lip. Her pussy was on display, her folds red and swollen, open, and my seed dribbled out. Her ass was up so she was in the perfect position, the perfect demeanor to begin her training.

  Garrett unwrapped the bundle and pulled out a glass jar and her first plug.

  SARAH

  I never imagined my body could feel the way it did right at this very moment. Loose and relaxed, my muscles were warm and pliant, my mind dulled just like the time I drank too much mulled cider. What concerned me was that I hadn’t made my body feel this way, Garrett and Tagg had. They had all but commandeered my life. I was now their wife and my body was theirs to do with as they saw fit. Embarrassment was a minor word for how I felt when they looked at the most private parts of my body. And Tagg, he'd put his mouth there! I'd been so wet; my pussy, as they called it, seeped copiously when they touched me. I felt my face flush when I realized Tagg had licked it up with his tongue. Something was wrong with me to have liked it!

  The men were talking above me, but I was too sleepy to listen. When I felt something very slick and cold touch me, I jerked up onto my elbows and whipped my head around. "What are you doing?" I asked, mortified. Garrett had touched my back passage with his fingers and placed something slick on it. I could see it glistening on the digits he held aloft.

  "It's time to start your ass training, baby."

  "Ass...ass training?"

  Shifting onto my side, I started to bring my knees down so I could sit upright, my...ass beneath me and unavailable for any kind of...training. But Tagg took hold of my hip and kept me in place. He sat on the bed, his weight making it dip, and placed his arm over my lower back. Wary, I watched both men over my shoulder.

  Garrett stepped close and put his fingers upon me again. "This is your ass. Say it."

  I cleared my throat. "A..Ass."

  He wasn't hurting me, his fingertips just barely brushing over that sensitive opening. "Good girl. As our wife, we will fuck you here and your pussy at the same time, but we must stretch your ass open to be able to take a cock."

  "We don't want to hurt you, baby," Tagg added as Garrett's fingers continued to circle every so gently, spreading the slickness about.

  They wanted to fuck me...there? Why? "No. This isn't right. I don't like this. Your fingers feel...odd."

  "You will like it," Garrett said, starting to press a finger inward as it went round and round. "You'll love it."

  "Not there! There's something wrong with you doing this," I cried. I tried to move away, but Tagg's hold was overly secure.

  "Shh," he crooned. "There's nothing wrong with what happens between us. You belong to us. Your pussy belongs to us. That mouth of yours belongs to us."

  "This ass," Garrett added as his finger broke past the tight ring of muscle that I clenched to keep him out. "This ass belongs to us."

  I hissed at the intrusion, but his way was slippery. It didn't exactly hurt, but the stretching was uncomfortable and odd. Clenching down, my body tried to force out Garrett's offending finger, but to no avail. In fact, he worked it in deeper before pulling back. It was like he was fucking me with his finger.

  "No. No, don't. I don't like this!" My eyes filled with tears as he started to work a second slicked finger into me.

  Tagg moved so he could tilt my chin up. "You don't have a choice, Sarah. This is what you will take from us. We give you permission to like it." He wiped a tear that slipped down my cheek.

  Garrett pulled his fingers free and I felt...empty. "We're not done. In fact, baby, we're only getting started."

  I slumped down into the soft covers, realizing I'd tensed every muscle in my body. Took a deep breath and the smell of Tagg - like leather and fresh air - surrounded me. Although the men were brothers, there were very distinct differences between them, including their own personal scent.

  "Spread her ass for me," Garrett told his brother. I felt broad hands separating my bottom and I could only imagine what they were seeing. No one ever, ever, had seen me thusly. I tried to squirm away, but to no avail. "This is ointment that you feel. It's nice and slick and will help your plug go in."

  His fingers had returned and I felt the ointment of which he spoke. He was very generous in the application, even as he worked it into me with one finger. I had to pant through it; the stretching uncomfortable, but there was no stopping it. Time seemed interminable as he continued, again and again, to have his finger on, in and circling around my back passage. And as time went by, the discomfort passed and it began to feel...pleasant. Somehow his finger bumped and nudged against something - what could it be that was back there? - that sent flames licking along my spine, making my inner muscles clench and grip his finger within.

  "That's it, baby. This is something you enjoy."

  What? Enjoy? Absolutely not. Even while my body heated, my skin became damp with a sheen of perspiration, I fought it. This was not something I should enjoy. Tolerate, undoubtedly, since it was my husbands' bidding. But enjoy? Never!

  Tagg let go of my bottom and rested back on one elbow, his head now close to mine. He held up a child's top in his hand. "This is a plug. It's the smallest one, much smaller than our cocks. Part of your ass training is to be filled at all times. It is for you to grow accustomed to having a cock there."

  It most definitely was not a child's toy. It certainly looked like one, with a narrow tip that flared to a broader middle that tapered in, yet widened again into a small handle.

  "See, it's only as big as my thumb." Neither man had small hands so this was not in the least bit tiny. But Garrett's finger was filling me now, so perhaps it would not be such a difficult task.

  Tagg handed the implement to his brother and exchanged for something else. It was a small white ball, similar in size to a peppermint candy, although I had serious doubts he was offering me one. "This is a little pill of ointment. It's hard now because it's got a coating of beeswax. Garrett's going to put this in your ass and soon it will soften and keep you nice and slick deep inside."

  No, it was not a hard candy.

  He handed it to Garrett and Garrett pulled his finger completely out. I clenched down, but only for a moment as his fingers were back.

  "Relax, baby. Let's get this pill in you."

  I groaned as he worked it in. It was bigger than his finger, stretching me wider than he had before. Gripping the quilt, I tried to relax, but it was impossible.

  "Soon this will be easy," Tagg murmured, his hand gently soothing me as it slid along my back.

  I doubted his words, but contradicting would be wasted breath. "It's too much! Garrett, please," I cried.

  It slipped past the tight ring of muscle and I felt the round ball sitting just inside. Garret
t's finger pushed it in, deeper and deeper, a little at a time, until he couldn't nudge it any further. His finger slid free and I moaned.

  "There. How does that feel?" Garrett asked.

  The pill was deep inside me and I could feel it there. It didn't hurt. It wasn't uncomfortable. It just felt foreign. "I don't want something up there."

  "No, I don't suppose you do." I couldn't see Garrett, but his voice was clear. "But your ass will be taken and we don't want to hurt you. You need to be slick. You need to be stretched. It's our job to make you ready." He didn't give me time to respond as I felt something hard at my entrance again. "Next is the plug."

  It was broad, stretching me open right away, but Garrett had been generous with the ointment and once my body stopped its resistance, it slid in easily. It was wider than Garrett's finger and it went in, and in, and in until I felt it bump the pill and push it even deeper.

  He began to work the plug in and out, mimicking the motions of a cock in my pussy. He was fucking me with the plug.

  "You've been such a good girl," Tagg murmured. I opened my eyes at his voice, not realizing I'd even shut them. He was smiling at me, clearly pleased. I felt fingers on my pussy, on that spot that gave me so much pleasure.

  "Your clit's so hard. Do you like having your ass fucked?" He dropped his voice to a whisper, almost soothing me with his carnal words. His finger moved in a knowing circle, as if he'd learned how my body responded best.

  I shook my head vehemently. "No! I don't like it," I panted.

  His smile switched to a grin. "Your body is telling me otherwise, baby. Is she wet, brother?"

  I felt a finger slip into my pussy. I moaned, I couldn't hold it in. "Sopping wet. She likes to have her ass played with."

  "No, I don't! I don't like it!" I repeated.

  Tagg's fingers strummed over my clit faster and there was nothing I could do to prevent the pleasure from overwhelming me. I came on a scream, my entire body tensing, clenching down on the fingers in both my holes.