Then Robyn wrapped his blindfold over his eyes and pushed the cotton into his ears. The other men followed his lead, but Barret paused to explain one last detail.
“We are close to our satisfaction already, Addy,” Barret winked at me. “And we'll work ourselves for you, while you decide. So when you do choose, we'll be quick about it. You won't feel abused, I promise.”
Then Barret laid back, prepared himself, and set to work massaging his cock. I gaped at them, the four brothers laid out before me, blindfolded, deaf, and masturbating. I could look on them as long as I wished, stare upon their amazing bodies without fear of shame or judgment. It was the best wedding present ever. I strode forward eagerly, a smile spreading over my face. They had given me my pleasure, so I could now take my time with them. I felt no urgency to start.
What clever men my husbands were.
I went first to Arnet's tent, the one closest to me, and peered in at his thick body and matching member. He had a fist about himself and was thrusting his hips up into his hand. It made me shiver, my hand creeping down my belly. Arnet was so aggressive, and the thickness of his member was daunting as well. I knew I couldn't start with him. So I went on to the next tent.
Barret. His dirty blonde hair was sticking to his face in places, his expression one of extreme focus as he slowly drew his hand over himself. His body was slimmer than Arnet's, his skin a few shades lighter, but he still had a purely masculine physique. His waist tucked into slim hips, and I followed that line down to his blushing cock, and then to his slim thighs. They were clenching and releasing, his feet digging into the silk sheets. His shaft would probably be a good choice to start with, neither too big nor too wide, but I wasn't ready for what Barret might do to me. I moved on.
Robyn. His dark hair spread out across the white silk like spilled ink, and his stunning face was a study of sensuality; parted lips, the tip of his tongue flicking out, a flush highlighting the crests of his cheekbones. His lightly haired chest was more muscular than Barret's but not as wide as Arnet's. It rose and fell with his quick breaths. I lowered my gaze to his shaft, where he worked it with expert fingers. Robyn rubbed the moisture from its glistening tip and eased it over himself, groaning my name. That almost made the decision for me, that and the slenderness of his member. It would be a good way to ease myself into sex. But the length of him was daunting. So I went to the last tent.
Hugin lay there, head tossing, his blond locks clinging to him as if even they couldn't resist touching him. His pale skin was flushed, and his tight stomach was rippling with the movements of his hips. Muscled thighs were spread wide, directing my gaze up to his shaft. The rosy tip curved out of his fist, beckoning me closer. Thick but not as thick as Arnet's, and just the right length. Yes, this was the bed I wanted to lay in first.
I crawled into the tent and Hugin tensed, letting his hand fall away as a smile spread over his lips. I closed the tent flap behind me, and then reached forward to remove his blindfold. Hugin blinked those midnight eyes up at me and smiled wider as he pulled the cotton from his ears. I laid down beside him, but he quickly rolled me over, pushing me into the mattress.
“Adelysia.” Hugin sighed right before he kissed me.
His hands began working their soft, sweet magic, slowly teasing me, as his hips shifted my thighs apart. One of Hugin's hands delved into my womanhood and he groaned at how wet I was. His finger slid in as his mouth lowered to my neck, nibbling gently at my skin. Then he slid another finger inside me, and began working the two apart, easing my body open. Yes, this was the right man to begin with.
Hugin took his time, making sure that I was relaxed and open enough for him. Then he braced himself on one elbow and took his cock in his free hand. He eased the tip into me, and I squirmed, wanting more. Hugin pressed gently forward, and my body seemed to pull him in. I tried to move my hips, but he took his hand away from himself, to hold me down.
“Easy now, Addy,” Hugin was breathing hard. “I don't want to hurt you.”
“You won't,” I said, but decided to let him set our pace.
Hugin slid inside me inch by agonizing inch, until he came to the barrier of my maidenhood. He looked up at me in surprise, knowing immediately that I'd chosen him to take my virginity, and my face fell. What if the others realized it was already gone? They'd be so disappointed.
“They won't know,” Hugin assured me. “Some women break their maidenhead before sex. Or they'll think we've torn it through our earlier ministrations. Don't worry, Addy.”
“Alright, I won't,” I moaned as he gave a firm push, breaking through that thin barrier, and then settled himself firmly against me.
One little twinge was all I felt. They had taken the time to build up my desire to the point that the pain was nothing. Something trivial that was soon pushed into the past. The fullness of Hugin inside me, the sweet sensation of his pelvis pressed to mine, the pure joy infusing his face, that was much more important to me than the pinch of losing my virginity.
“I love you so much, Adelysia,” Hugin said tenderly, spiraling the moment into earth-shattering.
“I love you too, Hugin.”
He began to slide in and out of me, slowly at first, then rapidly. Soon, Hugin was tensing, his whole face contorting with desire as he pulled out and emptied himself across my belly. I watched in wonder as he took his silk blindfold and cleaned off the warm swaths streaking my skin. He tossed the fabric aside, then collapsed over me in happy exhaustion, rolling to the side and pulling me into the cradle of his arm. Hugin kissed me tenderly, but then pushed me gently away.
“Go to them,” Hugin sighed as he settled back. “Don't keep them waiting any longer than they have to.”
I smiled and kissed him once more before leaving his tent and going to the one beside it. Robyn was working himself, still hard and in obvious need. I closed the flaps behind me and crept up beside him, kneeling next to his head. He felt me there and left off massaging himself as I removed his blindfold. Robyn smiled brilliantly, pulling the cotton from his ears and casting the pieces aside.
“Addy,” he growled and pulled me over him.
Robyn's mouth immediately latched onto a breast, and his hand went to work my womanhood. I ground against him, holding his head to me. He grabbed my hips and pushed me lower, then spread my thighs over him.
“I can't wait any longer, Adelysia,” Robyn begged, “please take me now.”
My hands went to his long cock, holding it straight for me, as I eased myself above him. I slid the tip of him inside my channel. Robyn groaned and laid back, his hands covering my breasts and playing with my nipples.
“Try and relax,” Robyn said gently, even though his face was tight with need, “and just ease yourself down on me when you're ready.”
I did. I eased down his length slowly, making Robyn roll his head on the pillow and bite at his lips. One of his hands went to my pussy, and his finger began rubbing at my clit. Circling and flicking. I cried out and dropped down on him completely. He shouted, his hands going to my hips to hold me in place. Panting, Robyn began to thrust up into me, and I took every inch of him. I was shocked at how good it felt to have him so deep inside. I couldn't even move, had to brace my knees around him as he bucked violently upwards. Then he was shaking, and his hands clenched on my hips.
“Addy!” Robyn cried as he pulled me off him.
