A woman living in a house with three men -- three brothers, in fact -- could be considered one lucky bitch or a whore. It all depended on who you asked. To most people, the brothers were lucky bastards to be sharing a house with a woman — especially if she put out to all three. Living with three young, virile males between the ages of twenty-six and thirty was a nymphomaniac's dream come true and Angel was living it. When she rented a room from the guys three years earlier, it was purely platonic. But, within a year, she was fucking all three — and loving it. Angel had one, two, or three cocks at her beck and call.
Angel — aged 24, was a BBW and she sure knew how to use her assets. She was only 5’4” but put her in four-inch heels, thigh high stockings and a garter belt, her legs seemed to go on forever. She had a mop of curly auburn hair in a pixie cut, brown eyes, and a dusting of freckles across her nose. Her prize possessions were her 40C knockers. The brothers also loved her thick thighs and the way she used them to hold their heads to her cunt when eating her out. She worked part-time as a law clerk for the local college.
The oldest brother was Colin — aged 30. He owned and operated a motorcycle repair shop that specialized in Harley Davidson’s. He loved to wear the leather pants and vest under which he wore either black or grey tee shirts that showed off his rock hard abs. At home, it was tight, ass-hugging black jeans. Colin was 6ft, had short black hair and a panty-dropping smile. He was the strong silent type and head of the house.
Next in line was Derek — aged 28. He was an artist and owned a small art gallery in their tourist town. He'd moved east to try his hand in the art field but found he was missing that small town feel so he had returned home five years ago. He was also a jeans and tee shirt guy, the rattier the better. As the artist of the bunch, he was the emotional one and would help direct the emotions of the sexual encounters and the harmony of the house. Derek was also 6ft with his head shaved bald and a small goatee. Angel called it her fuzzy clit tickler.
Last, but not least, was the baby of the family, Adam — aged 26. He worked for a construction company building houses and had no interest in owning his own business at this time. He was also very different in the way he looked. He was only 5’8” but was built solid like a tank, the result of his heavy daily work. His black hair was down below his shoulders and got into his face at times but he usually kept it pulled back in a pony tail. He was the joker of the family.
One thing that all three brothers had in common was their eyes: a mesmerizing green with flecks of gold, inherited from their father, who was a spry sixty years old. They had also inherited his insatiable sex drive—and thick cocks, about eight-inches long.
It had been a long, busy week for the boys and they were all ready for a fun weekend of sex, beer, and more sex but there may be a glitch in their plans—Angel. For the past week, she'd been a real bitch to all of them. Angel had been snapping and yelling at them, refusing them sex, and stomping around the house like a mad bull. She was due home in an hour and the boys had called a joint meeting to discuss how to handle the situation.
Derek and Adam were chowing down on pizza when Colin came rushing in the back door. “Sorry I'm late but I had a customer walk in at the last minute,” he said, snagging a piece of luke-warm pizza. “Either of you know what is wrong with Angel? Have one of you clowns done something to piss her off?”
“No,” they said in unison
“We thought you'd done something, Colin,” Derek said. “You're closer to her than either of us.”
“I am as clueless as you two are.”
“Then, I think when she comes in tonight, we should give her a chance to explain herself and, if she does not, she gets the Three Devils Treatment,” Adam suggested, looking at his brothers for confirmation.
Colin and Derek gave a nod of agreement. During the rest of the meal, they chatted about mundane things and then went to get ready for Angel.
Angel pulled into the driveway thirty minutes later than normal, hoping the guys would not be too angry at her for delaying their usual Friday night party. Stepping into the hallway, she shut the door behind her and kicked off her heels. As she bent over to pick them up, Angel sensed someone looking at her. Raising her head, she saw all three brothers standing in front of — nude with various stages of a hard-on.
“Sorry I'm late. Give me ten minutes to shower and I'll be ready to join the party,” she said, making to move around them but finding her way blocked.
“Truth time, Angel,” said Colin. “Why have you been such a bitch lately?”
Not wanting to dredge up what had made her such a bitch and possibly ruin her good mood, Angel replied, “It's resolved. Angel is happy.”
“It may be resolved but we have to know why you were such a bitch to us all week,” Derek said, “You have two choices: tell us or face the Three Devils Treatment.”
Angel looked at Adam, whom she had the most control over, but before she could say anything he said, “It was my suggestion and we are all in agreement. You're not going to be able to use your sexy charms to get us to change our minds.”
Angel looked from one brother to the other, trying to decide if she was going to tell them or call their bluff. After all, one or more of the brothers, and herself, had come up with various sexual games to play and this was definitely one of those times — or so she thought. She could not wait to be a part of the latest game, but if she'd known it all, Angel would not have been so anxious to be a part of it.
“As I said, let me shower and I will meet you in the playroom in ten.”
“So, you're not going to tell us, right?” Derek asked. “Last chance.”
Giving them the finger, she started toward them. They parted to let her through, Adam grabbing and pinching her ass as she passed by him and Colin, to the right, pinched a nipple. They watched her ass wiggle and bounce as she ran up the stairs to take her shower, then they went into the playroom to wait for her. When she strolled in, smelling of peaches, Angel was so horny she didn't notice that a new piece had been added.
“So guys, let the party begin,” Angel said. “Who wants to tell me the rules of the new game or show me how it starts?”
“It is easier to show than tell you,” Derek said, leading her to the latest addition to the playroom.
In front of her was apparatus made of two sawhorses with a thin board attached between them with padding on the board, top and sides. When Angel looked closer, she could see four leather straps at the bottom, two on each side.
Looking from one brother to the other she asked: “What in the hell is that thing and where did it come from?”
Colin chuckled and said, “Adam made it and it has been in the spare room in case we ever found the need to use it.”
“And we have found the need today,” Derek said as he nudged her closer. “Angel, acting like a spoiled child, stomping around, snapping everybody’s head off, being an all-around bitch... you will be treated like one.”
Angel was listening so intently to Derek, her mouth open, ready to blast him for the way he was talking to her, that she did not notice that Colin was on the other side of the apparatus until he reached over and grabbed her arm.