Boxed Set: Innocent Immigrant (19 page)

“For someone so petite, Katie takes this very well,” Ari said.

Her mewling pitched to higher cries as our bodies slid easily with the perspiration that gathered between us.

“Let’s go, Griff.”

Ari crouched between our tangle of legs, and it was the moment he spoke that I noticed I could see him reflected in the mirror on the dresser at the end of the bed. He held the cheeks of her bottom spread while he thrust his two fingers in and out of her in counterpoint to the plunging of my cock. Abruptly Katie stiffened, letting out a long wail as her cunt pulsed over me, and as her orgasm continued she stifled her cry by biting into my shoulder. In the mirror, I saw Ari remove his fingers and grasp his cock, stroking it furiously then pressing the head against my shaft as it slid in and out of Katie.

That sent me completely over the edge, and my roar of pleasure was followed soon by Ari. He’d slipped his cock through the crevice of Katie’s buttocks and finished, spurting against her stretched hole.

A few days later, I noticed an alarming aspect in the way Ari came together with Katie. Within two weeks, the situation worsened.

Book 3, Part 8

KATIE

I prided myself on the fact that I had become quite adept at
sucking cock
as my men referred to it. Many of the things we did made me feel anxious at first, due to my lack of experience. But Griff and Ari were always patient with me, and they appeared to be quite happy with my initial fumbling, taking a different kind of pleasure by teaching me.

Ari frequently called me into an empty stable when the men were away from the barn, always mindful of the fact I would be uncomfortable if seen by any of the workers. I’d get on my knees, and he would stroke my hair as I sucked the head of his prick and played with his balls while he coached me about not only what he enjoyed, but Griff too. That way we could give him a surprise when he returned from the warehouse.

Ari would begin gently, playing with my hair as I suckled and nursed on his fat cockhead. In time, his stroking became a firm grasp that made my scalp tingle and that place between my legs throb, and he would start to thrust into my throat. The way he changed from gentle coaxing to fucking my mouth aroused me tremendously to the extent that one time I burst with the pleasure of an exquisite orgasm without even being touched between my legs.

At times, I wondered if Sid Watson and his cousin, Herbert, would have been so caring and thoughtful with me, but it was something I doubted.

Now I lay naked on my stomach across our bed. Griff had placed two pillows beneath me which had the effect of lifting my buttocks in the air. He arranged me to his satisfaction so that I finished up in the same frog-like position as Ari had been when I’d come across the men in bed together that first night in Kotuku. Once situated in a way that pleased Griff, and ensuring first that I was comfortable he told me not to move, leaving the room to find Ari.

Left alone to my own thoughts, I couldn’t help but recall the image of Griff and Ari together and this gave me a reasonable idea of what they were about to do with me.

Soon the men were back in the room, talking together as if I wasn’t there. The way they praised my rump and remarked on how pretty my red hair and pale skin became when illuminated by the lamplight, lit a glow right through me. During those moments alone in the room, I’d been thinking of them so much—the way they would touch me with their hands and mouths, their cocks—that between my legs felt swollen and wet.

“Katie certainly looks beautiful all spread and ready for us,” Ari said.

Griff came behind me and ran his fingertips lightly up the back of one thigh, stopping and pressing them into the flesh right beside my swollen pussy lips. I swayed a little, trying to get him to touch my clit or push his fingers inside me. Without warning, he gave my bottom a stinging slap.

“I recall asking you not to move. I hope you’re going to behave tonight, Katie.” He slapped my other bottom cheek, the heat from his hand burning through me, and my cunny pulsed.

“Good girl,” he muttered, rubbing the place that would show the red print of his palm on my pale flesh. Two fingers slid a short way inside my channel, and it was all I could do to remain in place and not to push back on them.

“She’s beautifully wet, Ari,” Griff remarked, sliding his fingers out and rubbing my essence around my bottom hole. “Have you already deduced, sweetheart,” he continued to me, “that Ari’s going to take you here tonight?” He inched a fingertip in causing my muscle to clench and fight against the intrusion.

“Yes,” I answered, my voice muffled by the comforter on the bed.

“Are you scared?”

I nodded. I was scared and excited. I knew Ari would do his best to make sure he didn’t hurt me. Over the past week, he’d talked me through taking his fingers, and a dilator shaped like a little cock, but he wanted it to be his cock that stretched my bottom fully rather than something artificial.

“I’m surprised. The way you were when we entered the room, with your arse up in the air, you looked as though you were begging for it. If it becomes too much, you ask Ari to stop, but it would please us both immensely if you would trust him to claim you here.”

He pushed his finger further in for emphasis.

“That’s a good girl. Get me the ointment, Ari.” He leaned up by my ear. “I’m going to get you ready for him, and then I’m going to watch him as he fucks your arse for the first time.” His words were harsh, but his voice carried a note of tenderness, bringing me back to a place of safety.

He pulled his finger from me, never moving his head from alongside my ear. I could feel his hot, wet breath, hear his filthy talk that stirred something inside me and made any care or concern I had simply vanish. I felt dirty, and wanton, and loved.

“Coat my finger with ointment.”

Although he spoke to Ari, Griff stayed so close to me on the bed, his presence a comfort. In seconds, his slippery finger eased back into my arse, and I sighed. It felt heavenly.

“That’s good, that’s easy for you now, isn’t it?”

I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation of his finger gliding in and out of me.

“Answer me, Katie, tell me how it feels?”

“Yes,” I breathed, “it feels wonderful.”

“Good, two fingers now.”

It was odd, but his technique was so different to Ari’s. Griff was more forceful, touching me in a way that made my breath hitch in preparation for some kind of discomfort whenever he flexed his fingers, or moved in a way that took me by surprise.

“Something different now, good girl, let’s get you nice and open for your first cock.”

I whimpered, wondering what he had in mind.

“Here you go.”

That was Ari speaking, and I no longer had any idea about the progression of events. Griff shifted from my side, and I felt the loss of the comfort of his body immensely. “Griff?” I could hear the alarm in my voice, and I wanted him back alongside me.

“Ari’s greased up the dildo for you so I’m going to stretch you a little more, but I have to watch what I’m doing.”

“Slowly...please,” I softly begged.

“Naturally, sweetheart, I won’t hurt you.”

He swept his hand down my back and across my buttocks before quickly spreading them giving me no time to adjust to this change. Immediately, I felt the blunt headed pressure against my opening, and I tensed. Griff wriggled the false cock, and I tried to squeeze my bottom closed.

“You’ve tensed up. Now that’s not going to do anything but make this hurt. You’ve taken this dilator before so come on, Katie, relax here.”

Ari climbed on the bed beside me. It was the first time I’d actually seen him since he entered the bedroom. He bid me to look at him and gave me one of his beautiful, gentle smiles.

“Lick your lips, and then press them closed as tight as possible for me,” he said, brushing a finger around my lips.

I made my mouth tight. He canted his head to the side, watching me carefully as he traced around my lips, asking me to try and keep his finger out of my mouth as he inched it inside. While he did so I was aware of my clenched opening relaxing for Griff, and in the same manner as Ari used his finger in my mouth, Griff pushed the dildo into my bottom.

“There you go, silly girl, all in.”

Ari stayed beside me, stroking my face and telling me how beautiful I was. I lazily sucked on his finger and enjoyed the feeling of the hard little fake cock being worked in and out of my bottom. I closed my eyes and a burst of hot pleasure overtook my body. My cunny throbbed and dripped, and I started to mutter around Ari’s finger, wanting a touch to my nub.

“She’s ready,” said Griff in a low, rough voice.

“Okay, baby, let go,” Ari insisted because I’d closed my teeth around his finger, not wanting them to stop what they were doing, mostly through a rush of anxiety about what was certain to happen next.

Griff withdrew the dildo, and at the same time Ari freed his finger and climbed off the bed. I was suddenly alone on the bed in a room where the only things I could hear was our breathing and the wet sound of Ari rubbing the slippery ointment over his cock.

Griff reached his hand between my thighs and started to rub my plump nub. My heart raced, and I buried my forehead into the bed cover and closed my eyes.

A pair of hands, Ari’s I suspected, ran over my thighs. “Relax here, sweetheart, you’re going to love this.” Instantly, the slippery head of his cock rubbed against the entrance of my bottom, round and round, the pressure increasing with each circle. Then he slid his hands up my thighs, opening me wider as all the while Griff excited that place that made my pussy ache.

“Turn your head so that we can see you.”

I did as asked, scrunching up my face and feeling the flush of heat burn my cheeks. I knew Griff would want to watch every reaction to what they were about to do. The pressure against my hole increased, and I waited, holding my breath, expecting pain but hoping it would be different, somehow.

“Let your breath go, you’re trembling. Are you afraid?”

I could only nod.

“Don’t be, I won’t hurt you.”

Ari actually sounded disappointed that I would think to fear him, and I took a deep breath and released it, commanding myself to relax and let him in. The pressure mounted as my trembling increased, and I could no longer tell if the tremors were caused by my fear or my desire to find release under the expert ministrations of Griff’s fingers.

“Be soft, my darling...there you go.”

The feeling as my body yielded to the intrusive demands of his prick was extraordinary. I panted; sweat bubbling across my forehead, running into my eyes. With all my heart and desire I willed myself to let him in, and then it began, the slow, careful slide of a cock stretching me, opening me like never before. I could not imagine that I would have felt something like euphoria at doing this, but I felt so special, so loved by these men as I gave myself over to them completely.

“I’m in.”

Ari’s words sounded like a lover’s long sigh, and inexplicably, I felt my eyes fill with tears.

Griff noticed. “Are you hurting, darling?” he asked with concern.

“No, not hurting,” I replied as the first tears spilled, but I couldn’t explain myself.

Griff lay alongside me, his fingers never leaving their playful tickling around my clit. He gave me a soft, lingering kiss as Ari began to slide out of me, the plump head of his cock stopping at the ring of muscle, and then he pushed slowly again back in.

“It stirs up your emotions, this act, giving yourself over in this way...surrendering.”

Yes. Yes, that was exactly what I felt.

“Such an act of trust,” he whispered.

He understood, of course, able to put what I felt into words.

He brushed my damp hair from my forehead. “I’m going to watch for a moment. I’m so hard I want to fuck you myself. Perhaps after you come, you’ll take me in your mouth. Would you like that; Ari fucking your bottom while you take my cock in your mouth?”

I don’t know what I was turning into, but his words took me to a greater level of arousal as at the same time he’d spoken, he’d pushed two fingers into my cunny. I felt so full. Fit to burst, in fact.

“I can feel Ari’s cock in your bottom,” he said. Then he did something with his fingers that pulled a moan simultaneously from Ari and me, and I heard him chuckle. His thumb moved rapidly across my clit as his fingers increased their tempo and plunged in and out of me.

“Come for us, sweetheart, come for Ari and me.”

His command pushed me over the edge. My release roared through my body like the dumping surf that crashed upon the seashore. I felt my bottom grip Ari’s cock in a manner he must have enjoyed for it forced blasphemous cursing from him.

Griff laughed as he stood, and I sensed him move around behind Ari.

“Ready to come, Ari?”

“About five minutes ago,” he gasped.

“You wait for my permission. Kneel on the bed, and take Katie further onto your lap. She’s going to suck my cock, and we’re going to come at the same time, fill her pretty bottom and mouth with our seed.”

Ari embedded himself deep within me then eased me upright, adjusting my legs to the outside of his thighs. His lips tracked heated kisses down my neck, and I could feel his cock flex deep within my bottom. I hungered to take Griff in between my lips, and he was quickly in front of me, kneeling on the bed, grasping my chin and feeding his cock deep into my mouth. I sucked him hard, curling my tongue just the way he liked.

“Fuck! That’s beautiful, Katie. All that practice with Ari has paid off.”

Then it began; Ari pushed into me, forcing me further over Griff’s cock, then Griff would push into my throat and force me down over Ari’s cock. I was truly stuffed, taking my husbands at the same time, and I had never felt so proud. Neither took long to finish, and I expect the build-up for them quickly removed their control.

“In two now, Ari,” Griff called, and with two measured thrusts each of the men impaled me, filling me with their seed. I swallowed as best as I could, but Griff seemed to have a larger emission than usual, and when he finally released me I coughed and his remaining cum ran down my chin.