Bride Begs Groom's Brother to Claim Her Virgin Holes

The rain started after dinner, a soft ticking against the tall windows of the family estate, and by eleven the halls had gone still. Veronica was twenty-two. Tomorrow she would marry Cedric, who was twenty-eight and who had chosen, out loud and without hesitation, to take the east wing so she could have this night the way all three of them had already agreed. She crossed the west sitting room in a cream silk slip, barefoot, her pulse loud in her ears.

Gareth was twenty-six. He stood when she entered, collar open, and the hunger in his face was old and tightly held. They had wanted each other since the summer she turned twenty, when Cedric first brought her home — she had been out of college and working, an adult, and the wanting had begun then and not one day sooner. Nothing had been acted on. Cedric had known. He had said so that afternoon with his hand warm on her knee and his voice perfectly steady.

"He called you," she said.

"He did." Gareth did not soften it. "An hour ago. He told me what he wants, word for word. He wants me to take you tonight if you ask me yourself. Mouth, cunt, and ass. He said he will not be surprised and he will not be betrayed, because this is his wish as much as yours. He said if you walk down that aisle tomorrow already sure of what your body can take, he will be the proudest man in the room. He told me not to lay a hand on you unless the begging comes from your mouth. He was glad, Veronica. Nobody in this is being lied to."

She nodded. The slip clung to her thighs. She had saved her mouth, her cunt, and her ass — not from shame, but because she had decided her first times would be chosen with a clear head. Tonight her head was clear. Her hands were not.

"I'm a virgin," she said. "Everywhere. I've never had a cock in my mouth. I've never had one in my pussy. I've never had one in my ass. Cedric knows. He's known the whole time. I told him I'm terrified I'll disappoint him tomorrow — that I'll freeze, or go stiff, or not know how to move, and the night will be me apologizing instead of loving him. He didn't laugh. He said he doesn't want my fear. He said he wants me sure. And he said the man who should claim me first is you."

Gareth's jaw tightened. She watched the hunger move through him and stay leashed.

"I've thought about it," she went on, face hot. "Since I was twenty and you rolled your sleeves in the kitchen and I couldn't look away. Cedric talks about you when I ask. He says you're big. He says you're careful when a woman asks and rough when she begs. I've fantasized about that cock claiming me first. All of me. Before he ever gets inside me. He wants that fantasy real tonight. So do I. I'm here because I want it, not because anyone cornered me. I'm not drunk. I'm not confused. I'm nervous, and I'm sure."

Her voice dropped, breathy, the way it got when she touched herself and thought of him.

"I want you to stretch me," she said. "I want your cock in my mouth until my jaw aches and I'm drooling and I know what it means to be full there. I want you to eat my virgin pussy and my virgin ass until I scream, and then I want that giant cock in my cunt, deep, while I claw your back and beg. I want you to turn me over and claim my asshole, slow until I open, then hard, until I'm aching in the best way. I want to ride you so you can watch every inch disappear. Mouth, cunt, ass. All three. I'm begging you, Gareth. Please take them. Cedric asked me to ask you, and I'm asking because the thought of your cock splitting me open has kept me wet for months. Please claim every untouched hole I saved. Please ruin them before he touches me, the way he told both of us he wants."

She was trembling. The silk did nothing to hide the shake in her thighs or the hard points of her nipples. Gareth looked at her, and she saw the last of his restraint go.

"Say it again," he said, voice low. "I need to hear that you want this as badly as I do, and that he does too, so I'm not taking a single thing that wasn't handed to me."

"I want it," she said, and the words came out wrecked. "I want your giant cock in my virgin mouth, my virgin cunt, and my virgin ass, tonight, before I marry him, because he asked for this and I am begging for it. I want you to stretch me and use me and make me come until I can't stand. The guests don't get to know. The house doesn't get to know. Cedric already knows, and he wants every second of it, and so do I. I need you to want it too."

"I want it," Gareth said. He crossed the room and stopped close enough that she felt the heat of him, and he did not grab her. "I've wanted you for two years and I haven't touched you. I'm done waiting if you are. Cedric's yes is already in my ear. Yours is the one I'm taking. Give it to me one more time and I will take you to that bed and claim every hole you just begged me for."

"Yes," she said. "Please. I agree. I want this. Take me."

His mouth found hers, and the kiss was not polite. It was two years of not-touching breaking open, her fingers in his shirt, his hands spread over the silk at her waist, both of them breathing hard. She felt how rigid he was through his pants and made a sound she didn't recognize. He walked her back toward the guest room off the sitting room, the one with the wide bed, and he locked the door, and he said, "Still yes?"

"Still yes. God, yes. Please fuck me. Don't be gentle unless I ask, and I'm not asking."

He stripped the slip over her head. She wore nothing under it. Twenty-two, flushed, untouched, she stood naked in front of the man her fiancé had sent her to, and she didn't cover herself. She reached for his belt with shaking hands. When his cock came free she went quiet, staring. It was as big as the rumors — thick, heavy, long enough that her stomach flipped with want and nerves in the same breath. The head was already wet. She looked up, lips parted.

"That's going to ruin me," she whispered, and she smiled, small and wild. "Good. I want it to. Cedric wants it to. Don't stop unless I say stop. I won't say stop."

"If you say stop, I stop," he said. "Otherwise I'm going to take every virgin hole you offered me. On your knees. Beg me while you do it."

She sank. The rug was soft under her knees. His cock stood in front of her face, heavy and hot, and she had to open her mouth just to breathe near it. She set her hands on his thighs and looked up.

"Please," she said. "Please let me suck it. Please be the first cock in my mouth. I want to choke on you. I want my jaw to hurt tomorrow when I say my vows. Feed it to me, Gareth. I'm begging."

"Open."

She opened. He set the head on her tongue, salty and hot, and she moaned around just the tip. She licked him, kissed down the shaft, and took him in. Her lips stretched. Her jaw ached almost at once. She pushed anyway, eager and sloppy, spit on her chin, one hand around what she couldn't fit.

"Good," he said, rough. "Virgin mouth and already greedy. You want more?"

She pulled off, a string of spit connecting her lip to his cock. "I want more. I want you in my throat. Please use my mouth. It's yours tonight. He said so. I'm saying so. Please."

He cupped the back of her head, guiding, not forcing, and she nodded. She sank until the head hit her throat and she gagged, eyes wet, and she did not pull away. She tried again until her throat fluttered around him and her jaw screamed. She sucked him until her lips were swollen and spit soaked her chest. When he eased her off she was gasping, wrecked, and smiling.

"You claimed my mouth," she said, hoarse. "I can feel it. Please don't stop. I'm so wet it's on my thighs. Please, the rest. I need the rest."

"On the bed. Bend over. I am going to eat that virgin cunt and that virgin ass until you scream, and then I am going to fuck you. Still yes?"

"Yes. Please eat me. I want your mouth on both. I've never had a tongue there. I want yours."

He bent her over the foot of the bed, cheek to the quilt, hips high, and spread her with both hands. She heard him curse at the sight of her, pink and glistening. Then his mouth was on her pussy and she cried out. He licked her slow, then deeper, tongue at her entrance, then up to her clit until her thighs shook. His stubble scraped. His groan vibrated into her. She grabbed the quilt and begged.

"Please, my ass — lick my ass, I want it, I'm asking—"

He dragged his tongue over her asshole and she screamed into the quilt. He ate her there, slow circles, then firmer, getting her wet while two fingers slid into her cunt and curled. Nothing had ever been inside her. The stretch made her sob. He fucked her with his fingers while he licked her ass, then swapped, tongue in her pussy, thumb on her hole, until she rocked back and chanted yes. The orgasm shocked her. It broke out of her cunt and she screamed his name, and he licked her through it into a second crest, until she begged for his cock.

"Please fuck me. My cunt first. I want my first cock to be yours and I want it deep. Missionary. I want to see you. I want to claw your back. Cedric knows, and he wants this, and I want this. I'm begging you to take my virginity. Now."

He turned her onto her back and came over her. He checked her face. She nodded, frantic, and guided him. The head pressed at her entrance. She was tight and soaked and sure.

"Slow in," he said. "Then you tell me."

"Slow in. Then don't be polite. I want it. I agree. Fuck me."

He pushed. The stretch burned, bright and enormous, and her nails found his shoulders. He stopped with only the head inside. She shook her head.

"Don't stop. I want the burn. I want all of it. More. Please, I can take you—"

He sank in, inch by thick inch, until she was full and split and claimed. When his hips met hers she was panting, eyes wet, smiling like she had won.

"You're inside me," she whispered. "My first. God, you're so deep. Move. Please. He asked you to. I'm begging. Harder."

He drew back and thrust. Deep missionary, grinding so he hit her clit. She clawed his back and locked her ankles behind him and begged for more, and he gave it, the bed knocking the wall, her cunt taking every inch until the burn melted into ache. She came with him buried to the hilt, clenching so hard he swore, and she begged him to keep fucking her through it.

"Flip me," she gasped. "My ass. Doggy. Stretch my asshole on your cock. Slow, then pound me. I saved it and I'm giving it to you. He wants you to have it. I want you to have it. Please."

He pulled out. She whimpered, rolled onto her chest, ass up, and reached back to spread herself. He used the slick from her cunt and pressed two fingers into her ass, slow. She moaned and pushed back.

"Yes. Then your cock. I want your cock in my ass. I'm saying yes. Put it in."

He held her hip and pushed, patient and relentless, and her asshole spread around the thick head in a hot shock of stretch. She breathed, and she did not tell him to stop. When he pushed past the ring she cried out, then laughed, dizzy with it.

"More. All of it. I can take your giant cock in my ass. Please."

He fed it to her until his hips were flush and she was shaking, stuffed. She rocked, and the drag made her moan.

"Now fuck me. Slow, then hard. Pound my ass. I want to feel you in every step tomorrow. I'm begging. Ruin me."

He started with long strokes, her ass clutching him. Then she shoved back and said harder, and his hands locked on her hips. He pounded her, deep and steady. She screamed into the quilt, rubbed her clit, and came with him buried in her ass, milking him, begging him not to pull out.

"Ride me," he said. "Reverse. I want to watch every inch. Still yes?"

"Yes. Watch me. Please."

She pushed him onto his back and faced his feet. She sank her swollen cunt down onto him in one slow drop, and he watched every thick inch vanish into that stretched hole while she braced on his thighs and rode. Her hand flew to her clit. She rubbed in frantic circles and came grinding on him, taking him to the root, crying out.

"My ass too," she panted. "Watch that. I want you to see it."

She lifted, set him against her asshole, and sank. He watched every inch disappear into her ass, immense and obscene, until she was seated and sobbing. She rode him there, reverse, rubbing her clit, and another orgasm tore through her, then another, her voice breaking on his name. He had already watched this cock stretch her mouth until her jaw ached. Now he watched it vanish into the other two, one after the other, while she came and came and did not stop until her legs gave and she folded forward, still full of him.

They stayed while their breathing slowed. He eased out of her with care, and she made a small sound at the loss, then turned in his arms, spent and glowing, sweat cooling on her skin. Her mouth was swollen. Her cunt throbbed. Her ass ached, deep and sweet. She could feel him in all three places.

She kissed him. It was long and tender, nothing like the frantic kiss that had started them, her palm on his jaw, his hand steady at the small of her back. When she drew back she was smiling, and so was he.

"Thank you," she said, soft. "For hearing me. For taking me. For not making me guess whether I was wanted. I'll walk down that aisle tomorrow proud, carrying the delicious ache you left in all three of my holes. Mouth, cunt, and ass. Claimed, the way I begged, the way Cedric asked, the way we all agreed. He'll be glad, because he already wanted this, and I'll be glad. This was exactly the first night I asked you for."

"It was," Gareth said. "Exactly that. I'm glad you asked. I'm glad he asked. I'm glad I said yes."

They lay quiet. The rain ticked the glass. Her head found his shoulder, and his arm stayed around her, and neither of them spoke again. The room held the warmth of them, and then there was only silence.