For my beloved Ægir’s fans, I have NOT forgotten you. While real life and real love have taken front burner this month, I am working on Chapter 4. And to prove it…here is a Tease Tuesday.
Kirsty floated on billowing clouds of bliss ensconced in the warm, comforting embrace of her husbands. She tried to remember a time when she was this content and happy. But she could not.
Bjorn was gently nibbling, sucking and licking her nipples, re-igniting flames which after that massive orgasm should have been dormant or at least dulled. Sven too was flaming those embers as he kissed along her shoulders, neck and ears. His breath was incredibly hot as he whispered things in her ear that were beyond her comprehensions. Perhaps if her mind was more clear she could glean enough to get the gist of it, but the feel of rough denim and his hard cock throbbing between the cheeks of her ass gave a pretty decent translation in its own right.
Mikael chuckled as he entered her bedroom carrying a tray with water, juice and her favorite…Bjorn’s homemade chocolate chip cookies. Even Petrine admitted that her youngest son was a better cook than even she was. Cordon blu chef, Oxford scholar, sexy as hell male model and a damned good lover, the man was the total package.
“You out for the count already, elskling?” Mikael teased.
She chuckled, well maybe not. Her sweet Master worried way too much about hurting her. Something that for a masochist which she was coming to accept as part of her nature was as necessary as air, food and water. No, for her almost daily dose of pain she must turn to Mikael. The man had no compunction about hurting her and was more than happy to test the depths of that need too.
Her fingers ran along the callouses on Sven’s fingers. So what need did he fulfil? Because after the distance of the past three months, there could be no doubt that she needed him every bit as much as she did his younger brothers.
A secretive smile formed at the corner of her lips, control. Mister Cool, her Atlas, brought her mind calm and the perfect balance, even in the whirlwind of lust and need every single time they were together. Just hours ago, she had hungered for the man so deeply that she had been willing to risk the sting of rejection on the hope of reconciliation. She was glad she had too.
She laughed as she rubbed her bottom against Sven and thrust her breasts even more into Bjorn’s face. All three of them moaned in pleasure and need. “I don’t know…I might be able to stay awake…just long enough for cookies and milk, of course.”
Mikael laughed at Sven’s solid slap in her outer thigh, “Oh, I think that is big brother’s way of telling you to be good my precious brat.”
Kirsty was tempted to give another smart mouthed response just for the sweet taste of pain, but then she felt Bjorn’s hard cock brush against her bare cunt. No, she had tasted pain, though she could always find room for another serving of her favorite dessert. But she had only sampled pleasure briefly this night.
How many nights had she lain in this bed alone while they were at sea imagining this very thing? All three of her husbands. For a time, it had seemed an impossible dream. Even when Bjorn and Mikael had finally put their differences aside enough to see to her needs first, it had never seemed complete. Not without him. But even Sven was here this night…and she would not waste another moment of it on silly games. Only adult ones.
Thanks to Raquel Graffen’s naughty novels, she knew just which one too. She shoved at Bjorn’s shoulders until he grumbled but eventually the genius got the idea and rolled onto his back. That was all it took too as she sank down fully onto his cock.
Mikael roared with laughter, “Seems it only took Sven one barehanded slap to get your ass moving. Why does it take the tawse with me, lilla gumman?”
She stuck out her tongue, “Because you like brats.”
All of them chuckled deeply as she began to move sensually on Bjorn. Mikael held out a bottle of water, “Here, drink this. I think after that explosion earlier you need to replenish your liquids.”
But she was in too playful a mood to be distracted by Mister Caring Sadist as she reached out and jerked at the top button of his jeans. It gave way with little trouble as she ripped at the zip, but he shook his head and pushed her hand aside firmly, “I’ll feel safer if you let me do that. You may be a masochist but I am not, especially when it comes to certain sensitive places, my sweet wife.”
“Then hurry damn it,” she looked over her shoulder at Sven, “You too. Both of you are overdressed.”
Sven chuckled, “I see the toffelhjälten have allowed you to forget your place, young lady.” His fingers laced through her hair as he came up on his knees next to her. Icy blue eyes met her, “No more. I will teach you to respect your husbands.”
She smiled, “I respect them. But if you don’t like my smart mouth might I suggest a way to put it to better uses, Sir.” To emphasis her point her fingers danced across the front of his jeans until his hand covered hers.
“Do not think I have forgotten your impertinence, Kirsten. I will not, but your suggestion has certain merits to it,” he smiled as his unfastened his jeans and pushed them down his legs, kicking them to floor next to the bed.
Kirsten ground her pelvis in slow circles on Bjorn’s cock, taking him as deeply as she could as her fingers wrapped around the heated steel of Sven’s erection. She stroked him slowly and sensuously to prolong this moment for as long as she possibly could, just as she knew her erotic dance on Bjorn’s cock did more to torture him than to give relief. No, relief was not what she had in mind at that moment.
“What, Mikael, did you miss your invite to this party? I am sure it did not get lost in the post because I prefer to hand deliver them,” her fingers trailed down Sven’s cock then gently caressed his balls until he moaned and thrust into her touch.
Mikael finished pushing his jeans off and stepped from them, leaving them to lay on the floor at the foot of her bed. “As much as I like your hand jobs, sweetheart, I seem to remember that someone needs her mouth put to better uses.”
Sven smiled as his finger laced through her hair turned her head and he drank from her lips, “You heard my brother. Show us why we should not punish you for that big mouth of yours, Kirsten.”
Kirsty took up the challenge with a saucy smile as Mikael joined them on the other side of the bed, “Because, Sirs, big mouths can do things like this,” she ground her pubic bone against Bjorn’s rock hard cock and softly tugged Sven’s balls as she bent forward and swallowed most of Mikael’s.
“Fuck, woman, where the hell did you learn that?” he cursed as his hips thrust forward burying another inch in her throat until she began to gag.
Bjorn shook his head as his hands on her hips began to increase the pace just a bit. Sven chuckled, “It most definitely was not me.”
Her lips let go of Mikael’s cock long enough to smile innocently as she replied, “You would be surprised what you can find if you type ‘how to deep throat’ into a search engine.”
Bjorn laughed and it drove his cock deeper inside her, making her gag once more on Mikael’s cock as her hand continued to stroke Sven.
“Oh, I know. Why do you think I fell in love with the world wide web the moment my father gave me a computer? Bless him, the man had no idea how to set the security for teens. You can learn just about anything on the damned thing.” He thrust deeper and made her moan as she fought to delay her orgasm for him, “Anything except how incredibly hot, wet and tight your cunt feels wrapped around my cock, baby girl.”
She smiled around Mikael’s cock in her mouth, so that explained how the hell the man had been such an amazing lover even though he was a virgin when he came to her bed. Not that she had that much more experience than he did at that point.
And not that she could say much about the internet, most of what she learned had come from her raunchy ebooks…porn for women. Soldiers, cowboys, aliens and of course her all time favorite…Vikings, she had devoured them all. Never believing that she would have the opportunity to actually practice all those things she had learned in books. Certainly not on three hot husbands.
But damn, Graffen made it sound so much easier than it was…pleasuring three men at once. She had to constantly remind herself to stroke Sven’s cock while she sucked Mikael’s. Thankfully, Bjorn seemed to have taken the lead with his hands on her hips guiding her movements at the perfect pace to keep them both on the edge without going over.
It felt good, damned good, amazing in fact. Bjorn’s cock buried deep in her pussy, tasting Mikael’s and feeling Sven’s. She knew this was an experience of a lifetime, one that most women would never have. So why did it feel incomplete somehow? As if there were more…something was missing.
Sven bent forward his tongue licked and swirled around her ear for a moment before his fingers pinched her nipple hard just as the other hand slipped between her ass cheeks. “Something is not quite right, Kirsten,” he whispered as he slipped a finger inside her ass. She fought back the orgasm as her pussy got even tighter.
“Please,” she whispered, “yes, please, Sir.”
And if that only got your dirty minds going…more is coming. My hope is to upload it to Lit by Friday, which would mean it posted on Sunday or Monday.
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