Chapter 20 #3
She gasps and more desire drips from her needy cunt as she shakes her hips, silently begging to be filled. Our dirty girl. She doesn’t even realize how filthy this body of hers is. All the wicked things we’re going to do to her. All the depraved things she’s going to learn to crave.
Jude leans down, licking her clit as West continues his assault on her tits. The three of us work together, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. I scissor my fingers, her tight hole loosening a bit more with each pass of my fingers.
I want to see her stretched out, begging for her ass to be fucked, filled. Build her up until she can take all three of us.
Her first orgasm comes when Jude sucks her clit into his mouth and I thrust my two fingers in and out of the tight ring of muscles.
She’s even more relaxed now, and West helps me flip her over, her face resting on a pillow.
Jude holds her up by the hips while we push her knees under her, her ass in the air.
I lick my lips, god she’s incredible. Our little doll. But so much more.
I want her second orgasm to come only from us playing with this hole. Want her body to learn to crave it. To need it.
My brothers and I take turns, licking and sucking, tracing our tongue around her forbidden opening. My dick aches as Jude fucks the tight hole with his tongue, it disappearing into the tight muscle again and again until she’s loose and her body is trembling with the need for release.
West takes over, one finger slips in easily, then two. She can handle more now. Her moan of pleasure proves it. He slips a third finger in, fucking her slowly, not wanting to push her too hard and fast.
My attention is torn between the expressions flicking across her sleeping face and where West’s fingers disappear. Her second orgasm comes quickly as West picks up the pace, she clenches around his fingers, her hips moving to match his rhythm.
“Good fucking girl,” I praise, kissing her forehead.
We flip her back over onto her back, spreading her legs once more and I take a moment to appreciate how sexy she is like this. Defenseless, needy, no thoughts or doubts, only pleasure. No wonder this is her favorite fantasy. Would she be able to turn her mind off and just enjoy this any other way?
“Masks on,” I tell my brothers, my voice shakes with my need for release. My need to fill her. But we have to be patient. We made a promise to each other and ourselves. I want her to know exactly who is fucking her when that time comes.
They don’t hesitate and all three of us once again don our masks. I crawl into bed with her, settling her between my legs. This time I adjust her body for our favorite camera angle. Make sure the camera will be able to see exactly what we do to her body and how much her pussy weeps in response.
Her head leans on my shoulder and I grab both of her tits, rolling her nipples through my fingers as Jude and West work together on her pussy.
Rubbing and pinching her clit before fingering her cunt.
Each and every movement they make sure the camera can catch what we’re doing to her. How we already own her.
Berlyn’s mouth parts and sounds of pleasure escape her. Her lips, tongue, that mouth. They look so inviting. Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. My dick is so hard it hurts.
“Jude get the toy,” I instruct him and he’s in motion before I even finish talking. The thin dildo already being lubed up in his hand. “West, take your mask off and eat her out. We need at least two more and then we can take.”
My brothers are just as perfect as our little rabbit, snapping to attention to follow my commands. Jude slips the toy into Berlyn’s ass, slowly fucking her with it as he fingers her cunt and West doesn’t take his tongue off her clit until we’ve wrung three more orgasms from her.
I’m more than pleased with the way Berlyn is now trembling in my arms.
“Masks?” Jude asks, removing the toy and placing it to the side. Her body needs a break now and our focus needs to shift to being gentle. Caring for her.
I nod my agreement and they both put their masks back on. I never took mine off, but slowly move Berlyn from my lap and lay her flat on the bed once more. Her mouth remains parted, tempting me into continuing to push this much further than we have ever dared before.
The need to defile her in almost every way. For her to get this video and see how deeply we’ve marked her, how she’s already given herself to us. Over and over again. How much her body loved it, begged for it.
How we fall to our knees for her.
My cock is already pulsing as I wrap my hand around it, freeing it from my pants and tapping the head against her lips. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips and catches some of the precome leaking from the tip.
My groan is hedonistic. Animalistic in my need.
Jude and West continue to caress and soothe her body, their own cocks in their hands, sometimes rubbing against her skin, others using her come to sate themselves.
I dip my cock further into her mouth, the wet warmth inviting and more than enough for that tingling at the base of my spine to start. “Fuck,” I curse, slowly thrusting in and out of her mouth. Not enough to hurt her, never to hurt her.
It barely takes a few strokes before I’m pulling out, coming down her lips, chin, neck, and over my hand. I swipe up some of the mess and stick my finger back in her mouth, spreading some of myself on her tongue.
My whole body feels lighter, my mind clearer about the next steps we have to take. There’s no room for any more doubts. We know our girl. Know what she needs, how to make her ours. I turn my attention to my brothers, watching as they continue to worship her and how perfect all of it is.
Everything is finally coming together, Berlyn just doesn’t realize it yet. She will soon. So soon.
Both of my brothers are close, the way their hands move frantically as they jack themselves over Berlyn’s bare body, their free hands still lovingly soothing her.
Bringing her pleasure and comfort. West grunts as he comes over her chest and torso and Jude isn’t far behind either, marking her cunt in the only way we can. For now.
All three of us sigh and I brush the hair from Berlyn’s face, running my thumb over her lips as she smiles and sighs contentedly in her sleep. I kiss her lips, tasting myself.
Right. Now to clean her up all over again.