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and plentiful, something to hold onto when fucking.
    She sat up and crossed her arms over her chest to cover herself. Her
hair slid long and wild down her back to touch the sheet behind her.
"I shouldn't have allowed you such liberties. It isn't right."
    Brody lay back on his pillow, tucked an arm behind his head. I pushed
up to sit beside her, much less concerned for modesty than she. "Why
isn't this right?" I asked.
    "I don't know you and we just...you...." She couldn't find
the right words to explain the emotions and the reasons for why what
we’d done was wrong. She just knew it to be so.
    "Last night, when I held you, did it seem wrong?"
    She shook her head.
    "Were you afraid?"
    She licked her lips. "No, I was so cold, so afraid I was going
to die and then you were there."
    "It felt right, didn't it, sweetheart?" I asked. "There's
something special here, between the three of us. You felt it then and
you just felt how good it can be, how we can make you feel. It's not
wrong."
    Tucking her hair behind her ear, she looked up at me with her green
eyes, unconvinced. She was a well-bred lady, not a woman from the
brothel in town. She'd been told all her life to protect her virtue.
Thankfully she'd heeded those warnings, for she'd saved herself for
us, but she would have to fight those social standards perhaps more
than Brody or I. It would take time and gentle coaxing and
persuasion. "Please get me my dress."
    Because of her skittishness, there was no time like the present to
continue her lesson. If she was to be our wife, she needed to become
familiar with her husband's bodies, and teaching her when she was
sated from her first orgasm was the perfect time. It was her job to
tend to our needs just as much as ours to see to hers. Tossing back
the covers, I stood, offering her the expanse of my back first, then
turned to place my hands on my hips. My cock was hard. Hard enough to
pound nails. The blunt head was an angry red color, and it pulsed,
eager to fuck. It curved upward toward my navel and my balls hung
heavily below. If she hadn't seen a cock before—and the way her
mouth hung open and her eyes were wide and ogling it—she was in for
quite a learning experience.
    "Your dress is most likely still sodden from the snow. You may
wear a shirt of mine."
    She wasn't listening, wasn't doing anything but staring.
    "What's the matter, sweetheart?" Brody asked. He pushed the
blankets down to uncover his own cock, equally aroused and ready as
mine.
    Laurel shook her head and glanced over her shoulder at Brody, only to
see his cock. She scooted back on her arse toward the end of the bed
and faced us both, pointing at our cocks. "They're really big.
Um...they couldn't...I mean....never mind."
    We'd stunned her speechless. Brody grinned wickedly, keeping one hand
tucked behind his head, as the other gripped his cock at the base and
started stroking it up and down as a drop of clear fluid seeped from
the tip.
    "Have you ever seen a cock before?" I asked as I took mine
in hand.
    She shook her head, then licked her lips. Brody groaned.
    "Then we'll give you a lesson in cocks, shall we? Our cocks are
ready for fucking. They're big. They're hard. See the veins running
up the length? Seeing your gorgeous hair down makes me hard."
    "Seeing your nipples does it for me," Brody added. "Your
breathy little pants almost had me coming."
    "Feeling your pussy lips and strumming your clit almost finished
me off. Everything about you, Laurel, makes us hard."
    Brody pushed up onto his knees, working his cock. "Seeing you
like this, in my bed, looking at us with those gorgeous emerald eyes,
I'm going to come. Do you want to help me, sweetheart?"
    Her mouth fell open. "Help? How? Will it hurt?"
    Brody indicated with his chin. "Give me your hand." He
released his hold on the base of his cock and held his hand out to
her. After biting her lip and considering, she placed her hand in
his.
    I groaned at her innocence. "Move closer to Brody, Laurel.
You're