From the Baroness’s Diary III

Chapter 37

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Angelo is so big. So much bigger than his brothers, that is for sure. A stallion, a young, wild stallion, with a c**k capable of breaking me in two. And so uncertain of himself, my poor angel.

But I am up for the challenge to make him know he is not damaged and there’s no shame in s*x. I know some…special techniques and I’m not a goddamn quitter.

I can’t help but wonder how a guy can wield such a d**k, and how it will feel once he is finally inside me. I know I will love it.

For now, I let his flavor—a salty and manly one—inundate me. My eyelids drop, and before I even know what I am doing, I am, dutifully, slurping around Angelo’s d**k and letting it slide into my mouth.

He tastes amazing, so different from his brothers, the scent of manhood and cleanness crawling up my mouth and lodging itself in my brain like a perfect blanket.

When he finishes he is dizzy, I can see in his glazed baby-blue eyes. And that gives me an immense satisfaction.

I am lying flat once again, c*m on my breasts, with all three men at the foot of the bed, all naked, watching me. Watching me with sin in their eyes and hands on their c***s.

My n*****s are so engorged and my p***y so wet…I am hurting to be filled.

Dieu, I need this…I need them.

I take Angelo in my hands and lie down with him in bed, just kissing. He is still dazed and I focus on him, taking care of him. His brothers know what to do, they don’t need me to help them.

Calloused fingers roam over my hips and lower, lower, to where my curls are already damp and my p***y is already spasming. I have to break my kiss with Angelo to beg them to f**k me. “Prego, fottermi.”

I’m not sure which way I like more: one, two, or three men. But choosing is going to cause me to go mad, so I don’t.

“Go on, Enzo,” Salvatore coaxes. “Take her first.”

“Make room, Fratellino.” Enzo moves forward eagerly, the muscles of his lean chest gleaming orange in the sunset coming in through the window.

I am shivering with excitement, wanting to be full.

My knees splay wide, my whole body spread open to them, encouraged by anticipation and energized by the approaching of an orgasm.

My hips cant up, an instinctual invitation.

Enzo drags me to the edge of the bed, parts my legs, and positions his huge c**k between my nether lips. It grazes my sensitive and pulsing c**t and then…oh, oh, it’s opening me, stretching me, filling me. Taking me to heaven.

My eyes roll back into my head and my back arches. It feels so good I let out a long moan.

“That’s it, Principessa,” Enzo grunts, moving in and out leisurely, taking his time, torturing me. “I like hearing you are liking what I’m doing to this tight little p***y. Do you like how my d**k fills you?”

“I do,” I say, tightening my walls around him. “Oui, I love it so much. You’re going to make me come.”

To tease me, he pulls out and leans away from me, exchanging a look with his brother.

I whimper slightly at the loss, at the emptiness as Salvatore crawls on the bed, lies on his back in the very middle, and, jerking his c**k, he beckons me forward.

I straddle him and I pant at the feral expression of arousal in Salvatore’s face as I insert him just where his brother has been moments before.

“You are such a dirty girl, Cara,” he whispers to me, mirroring my thoughts.

As Salvatore pumps into me, Enzo moves behind me, kneeling on the bed.

Brushing my hair away, he kisses my neck and my spine, his hands trailing down over my ribs, hips, lower, to my ass, drawing goosebumps with his featherlike caresses.

Enzo slides his fingers over my ass cheeks, his fingertips brushing against my crack.

“Say it, Chloé. I have got to hear you say it,” Salvatore pleads with hungry eyes. “Tell me this sweet little ass has never known another man other than Enzo and I,” he finishes, now looking up at Angelo.

I haven’t noticed that my blond angel has moved to our sides and is pumping his monstrous d**k furiously, watching everything with a look of concentration—and what I recognize as pain—in his face.

“No one but you.” A shiver goes up my spine as Enzo presses his thumb on my asshole, gently caressing it as I keep on riding Salvatore. “Oh, oui. Drive your big c**k inside me.”

I feel him spread cold lube on my ass hole and I tense.

But just for a brief moment because Angelo is taking my face in his hands and kissing me with a desperate hunger.

And then Enzo’s c**k breaches me and pushes in, stretching my hole, making me wonder for a moment how it’s possible to have something so huge inside of me.

Pressing down, he thrusts forward, in a firm, slow ease and then rams himself in me, filling me in one stroke.

“Oh, oh,” I moan into Angelo’s mouth while his hand begins to pump his c**k faster. A sharp pain that is worth the sweet pleasure that courses through me, at the feeling of being full—too full—a gratifying hum stretching into an ache deep inside.

My hips buck just like Enzo’s, only more eager now that I am primed and also filled by Salvatore.

I can’t help it, I rock against the pressure and I groan, wanting more—but it is already so tight with Enzo’s c**k in my ass and Salvatore’s in my p***y, I don’t know what more I can want.

I feel closer to oblivion than I have ever been. I grasp Salvatore’s shoulders, my nails digging into his firm skin. “Oh. Oui. Now f**k me hard.”

Both brothers pivot their hips, gliding their c***s in and out, pushing further inside.

I suck in a desperate breath as intense sensations blast through me. It’s just too much, my whole body is on fire, and I still want more.

I can’t believe the sounds I am making. I can’t believe what I am doing.

I can’t handle this.

And yet, I am.

In my haze of pleasure, I reach for Angelo’s c**k and squeeze, then begin to pump it in tandem with the pumping of the two c***s inside me.

“Oh, Dieu, I’m going to come,” I scream.

“Succhiami, Farfallina.” Angelo grips my nape, lowers my head, and fills my mouth with his d**k.

I do as he orders, sucking him deep between my lips, and then letting him take control of my mouth as his brothers are controlling my body.

“All your holes are filled. Such a good girl,” whispers Salvatore with a strained laugh.

I want to retort with a witty answer but I simply can’t. And that is not because the enormous c**k in my mouth, non, but because I am overwhelmed.

It’s more than I ever dreamed. It’s everything I have ever desired and then some.

I close my eyes, trying to get a handle on what is happening to me…to my body. I feel like something inside of me is trying to get out from my chest.

I’ve never felt like this before. This can’t be normal and I don’t care if it isn’t.

A surge of joy flares through me as my back arches as I succumb to the hard sway of their hips, my body sandwiched between a man that’s a decade my elder and one who is a decade and a half older than myself, and one who is five years younger than me filling my mouth.

There is no escape possible.

Forbidden as it might be, they are f*****g me like I’ve never been f****d before.

I am shaking and trembling and moaning and I don’t know what is happening.

I can’t believe I am stuffed full this way, can’t believe they are all inside of me, f*****g me, taking me.

Three men owning me, loving me, making me feel so good I can’t think about anything else but them and their c***s.

I let them f**k me, let them do whatever they want with me, because I like it.

I love it.

“f**k,” Enzo grunts, hammering his d**k inside me. “Her ass is so f*****g tight.”

I dig my nails in Angelo’s thigh and Salvatore’s shoulder, because I am coming, shattering into a million pieces. Pleasure overwhelms me and I can barely suck Angelo but he does the job for me, grabbing my face in his hands and f*****g my mouth.

I don’t know how, but I manage to keep breathing as wave after wave of electricity rushes through my skin.

We move together like this, the passion building, the orgasm starting to glow again inside of me. All I know is that I might not come out of this alive. I’m lost in a cascade of pleasure and pain and more pleasure.

I moan loudly, deep and guttural, my whole body jerking as I come, non-stop, explosion after explosion rippling through me.

“Madonna, she’s strangling me,” grunts Salvatore.

I hear above me Angelo groaning my name. Warm liquid coats my tongue and I swallow. And then, I am filled by more warmth as Salvatore and Enzo come inside me in powerful thrusts. An endless torrent of thick c*m inundates me and I orgasm so hard I nearly pass out.

I have c*m on my tongue, on my breasts, in my p***y and in my ass. I am a mess, marked all over as their woman now. I take a deep breath, my lungs expanding pleasurably, as I realize I love the feeling. I feel so dirty and used up, and that just excites me.

And, oh, mon Dieu…

Why would I want to escape?

They should be the ones wondering about escaping, because I’m not letting any of these men go anywhere—at least not until my body is utterly and completely spent, that is.

They’re simply too irresistible—handsome, wicked, relentless. The orgasms, the intimacy—it’s all so wonderful that I don’t want to go without it ever again.

I glory in their possession of my body.

And I’ll give them my heart, if they wish.