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“You want me to say the words?” she asks sweetly. Her fingers drift toward my hair, curling a lock around her shaped nails. I suppress the urge to shudder with delight.
“Yes…Um, hearing the words would be very clarifying, if you don’t mind.”
She sighs and grins, taking a moment to look at each of us for several long seconds. We all wait expectantly, hoping that we already know what she’s going to say.
“Well, if you’ll have me… I’m staying,” she announces. “In fact, I can’t imagine why I would ever want to leave!”
Chapter 11
Lola
Outside my bedroom door, I can hear them talking to each other in low voices. They want to burst in here, to have another round of sexual exploration, but they’re polite. Somebody has to have raised them with really good manners.
Somehow they had an extra room in this mountain mansion that was already set up and waiting, outfitted for a princess. I sit at the small dressing table and poke through the assortment of tubes. Looks like somebody emptied the makeup counter at Macy’s in preparation for eventually having a woman in this house.
When they first showed me to the room, I couldn’t believe it. Still dazzled and half-dreaming from having all five of them touching me at once, bringing me to an earth-shattering orgasm under their tongues, fingers, and more, I let Jake carry me up the stairs to this room. It is positively fairytale-like.
The bed is enormous, fit for Goldilocks and all the bears she can wrangle. It must be custom-made, with four posts each at least a foot in diameter. Heaps of blankets and furs line the bed, plus a dozen feather pillows or more.
Along the walls are an assortment of ornately carved wardrobes and dressers, plus mirrors and chairs. Some look like they are for sitting, others may be for more adventurous uses.
I even have my own private bath. Lined all in cedar with a marble floor, the bathroom is as big as the hotel room I just stayed in. There is a tub the size of a Jacuzzi, and a walk-in shower that I bet all six of us could occupy at once, with dozens of nozzles and showerheads. When I took a shower just now, I tried getting all of them to come on at once, but couldn’t quite figure out the complicated control panel. I will have to put that on the to-do list.
Jake said to make myself at home, and by golly, I plan on it. They just offered me a room? All I had to do was ask nicely, and I am their houseguest? This is miraculous. I feel like I finally won some great prize.
Finally. After a string of stupid bad luck, there’s finally something to smile about.
I hear their voices outside my door, but I am not done exploring this room just yet. I love the puppy dog faces they all give me. They are being so very good, so very patient, I can tell. How long have they been alone? Could it really be years? How have they managed?
I shudder to think. They must’ve been relieving their tension somehow… I’ll have to check if the space between the cushions in the sofa downstairs is suspiciously fatigued. What have they been doing, just masturbating? Working out, that’s for sure. They look like a rugby team, all muscles and thighs and hungry looks.
Feeling a little like I am snooping, I tentatively open a drawer, then another, then another. The dresser drawers are stuffed with every kind of undergarment I’ve ever imagined. Panties, bras, and piles of silk stockings in paper-wrapped packages.
In another drawer, I find camisoles and tap pants, those non-restricting silk panties that ladies used to like to wear in the ‘30s and ‘40s, I think. They don’t leave panty lines, and don’t bind. So feminine!
With a smile, I pick out a pair of lilac panties with handmade lace and a matching camisole. It’s almost too small for my breasts, but I don’t think they will mind. The globes spill out to either side of the lacy triangles, and I hope someone takes that as an invitation. I never realized how sensitive my breasts were until I had Jake and Carty licking me at the same time. That was what sent me right over the edge, that and the twins sucking my toes. I have never felt so cherished, so lavished with attention. At first it almost made me want to run away, but I forced myself to stay. Besides, with a bum ankle, how far was I going to get?
As they all took up a corner of my body, I forced myself to calm down and try to enjoy it. And in moments, I was overwhelmed with sensation. So much going on at the same time, all I could do was close my eyes and submit.
Just thinking about it gets my pussy wet all over again. I ache to be touched, ache to know which brother is going to touch me first. How could they not? Every other man I have ever been with has only treated the rest of my body like a necessary checkpoint, diving straight for my pussy as soon as he thought it was possibly acceptable. That is exactly what I expected, but nobody did that.
Which has made me almost crazy with desire. I want to touch myself, and I know I’m already creamy wet. Then again, I know it will be so much better if Jake does it, or maybe Carty with his bushy, thick beard. Maybe the twins, both at once? Or maybe shy Timothy, with his eager smile?
Trembling, I smash my thighs together and try to hold the sensation at bay.
There’s some kind of scuffle in the hallway, and I imagine Liam and Kill are roughhousing. I know they want me to let them in my room, but I just want to take another moment. I love this feeling of anticipation, knowing that all five of them are right outside the door, waiting for me to let them in.
But first, I want to see what’s in the rest of these drawers. It’s more and more panties, plus trousers and blouses in every shade of the rainbow.
The first wardrobe contains a selection of ball gowns, glittering yards of luxurious fabrics that sparkle in the low light. In another wardrobe, I find daytime dresses, along with silk and linen blouses. One of the dressers is only blue jeans, plus some canvas trousers in a variety of sizes and lengths. Wow, these guys really did hope to have someone here. I don’t care what Carty says, they have not been happy by themselves, not if this level of preparedness is any kind of indication.
Finally, I limp to the door, favoring my right leg as much as possible, though I hate the way I look so gimpy in my reflection. How long is this going to take, anyway? If there was ever a time to be at full strength, this is it.
When I fling the door open, Liam and Timothy practically fall in. They stand up immediately, startled but trying to look nonchalant.
“How long have you guys all been standing out there?” I ask, though I already know the answer. “Would you like to come in?"
“We weren’t just standing out here…” Carty mumbles, though I do not believe him at all. When he catches my eye, I give him a knowing wink, pleased to see how he softens immediately.
