The Cowboys Ride Again

by The Cowboys Ride Again (lit)

  Max kissed his way up one thigh and down the other. She squirmed, wanting, needing, his mouth on her sweet spot. Instead, he avoided it, inflicting his own special brand of erotic torture. Just when she couldn’t take it anymore, he stood and nodded to his partner in crime.

  With a wicked grin, he addressed the gunslinger. “She’s armed, hombre, with enough ammunition we’ll need our biggest guns to subdue her and bring her to justice. Then I’ll sentence her to a life of hard labor, performing lewd and lascivious acts on the two of us.”

  Macy moaned at the visual of those big guns attempting to tame her. The wetness between her legs grew more evident. She rubbed her ass against Jesse’s cock. Her fingers grazed the velvety tip. He rewarded her with a tortured moan.

  “Now, ma’am, that’s exactly the kind of behavior we’ve been talking about.”

  Jesse backed her up until his knees hit the bed. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap. His erection wedged between her butt cheeks. She squirmed, wishing he’d take her from behind, but he wasn’t ready yet. The man loved to take his time. She’d spent enough time with him to know that.

  Max stood over them. Hands on hips, his big cock jutted out like a rifle, cocked and ready.

  “Naughty girl,” Jesse whispered in her ear. “Macy, you are one hot little hussy. You want my cock buried in that sweet ass of yours?”

  “Oh, please.” She hated begging, but she needed something inside her.

  “You’ll get what you want. Have patience.” Jesse toyed with her nipples with one hand. He wrapped the other around her waist and held her tight to him, as if she’d leave. No way in hell. The night was still young. Max watched Jesse toy with her. His huge hard-on only inches from her face twitched with need. She leaned forward in an attempt to take him in her mouth. He sidestepped her.

  “Do you want to take your punishment now?” The sheriff put his hand under her chin and tilted her face to his.

  “Yes, I believe in serving my time.”

  “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll be doing hard time with no chance of parole.”

  “The harder the better. On your knees.”

  With help from Jesse, she slid off his lap on to her knees. The sheriff stepped closer. “Your first chore is to clean and load my gun.”

  “It looks like it’s already loaded.”

  “Then perhaps it needs to be unloaded.”

  “Yes, sir. I always obey a man with a badge, even when he isn’t wearing it.”

  Cupping a hand behind her head, he guided her mouth onto his erection. With her hands tied, she was at his mercy. She flicked the fleshy tip with her tongue, tasted his pre-cum. He pushed farther. Her lips spread around the silky shaft. Her tongue stroked the pulsing vein. Her mouth opened wide, taking him deeper. Meanwhile, Jesse’s sure hands explored and stroked her body, always stopping short of driving her over the edge.

  Max fucked her mouth with his cock. Each thrust drove him deeper, to the back of her throat, down her throat, in and out, until he held her head against his body. His pubic hairs tickled her nose. Her lips were tight around his base. She’d completely swallowed his cock. Saliva ran down her chin. The crowd, which she’d forgotten about, went wild to see the little woman completely swallow the monster cock.

  “I don’t fucking believe it, she swallowed his entire cock. That’s deep throating at its best.”

  “She’s incredible.”

  “What a hot, little number.”

  Max pulled out, and Macy gasped for breath. He gave her only a second before he drove deep again. Using his hands on the back of her head, he pistoned her mouth on his cock, building to a furious pace. His cock twitched. The first waves of cum shot into her throat. He pulled back. The remaining cum streamed into her mouth. She gazed up at him so he could see the thick fluid on her tongue. Then she swallowed.

  Chest heaving, Max took a second to regain his sanity. The crowd rose as one to give her a standing ovation. Macy blew them a kiss, which threw them into a frenzy of foot-stomping and whistles. At one time, she would have recoiled in shock that she’d allow such shameful things. But that part of her didn’t exist, not tonight at least.

  Max motioned to Jesse to stand. Jesse jumped to his feet, eager for his turn.

  “Okay, hombre, time for your punishment.”

  “What would my punishment be?” Jesse grinned and waited for the sheriff’s ruling.

  “Pleasure this woman and don’t hold anything back. Touch her like you mean it. Like a real man would.”

  Jesse bent down and toyed with her nipples. His dark eyes met hers. Passion and primitive desire shone in his eyes. Waves of lust shuddered through her body.

  “You can do more than that. She won’t break.” Max teased him. “She likes it gentle, and she likes it rough.”

  Jesse pinched both nipples. He stretched them and twisted, not hard but enough to send arcs of sexual electricity through her core. Macy moaned and rolled her head back. If she could have freed her hands, she’d coax herself to orgasm.

  “Taste her. Take your punishment. Suck on those ripe, firm nipples. See how tight and hard they are for you. She’s thinking about what you might do to her. What we both might do to her, and she likes what she’s thinking.” Max stood close, his cock already half-erect again, even after her blow job.

  “She’s squirming too much,” Jesse complained.

  “I can take care of that.” Max sat on the bed and pulled her onto his lap, holding her still. Jesse got on his knees in front of her. He lifted one of her heavy breasts in his hand and licked the nipple. Macy writhed on Max’s lap but couldn’t do much more.

  Jesse took her unpierced nipple in his mouth and sucked gently. Natalie leaned into him and pressed her breast against his face. He sucked harder, crossing the pleasure threshold almost to the pain. Then he treated her pierced nipple to the same erotic torture.

  Macy pushed her hips forward, panting and begging for more. The hunger inside knew no boundaries, no limits. She wanted to experience it all until she collapsed from exhaustion.

  Her gunslinger kissed a trail down her torso, past her belly button, her stomach, and to that burning, crazed spot between her legs.

  Grasping the insides of her thighs from behind, Max pulled them apart, leaving her open and exposed to Jesse and their rowdy, yet rapt audience. Wetness seeped from her pussy. Jesse’s dark hair brushed her inner thighs as he bent low. He parted her pussy lips with his fingers. She ground her ass into Max’s lap, relishing what was to come.

  Jesse’s talented tongue went for broke. He dived into her opening and began to feast. His tongue pressed deeper. She arched her back and begged without shame for more. His tongue flicked her clit, while his mouth sucked and nibbled. He plunged his index finger deep inside her. In and out, while she thrashed about on Max’s lap. Jesse worked his fingers deep while his tongue manipulated her little nub of pleasure. She closed her eyes and cried out. Stars exploded behind her eyelids. The world spun faster. Her body convulsed. She shattered into millions of tiny pieces only to be made whole again. She came and came and came.

  Closing her eyes, she dropped her head and gasped for oxygen. Sweat slicked her skin. Her pussy tingled and throbbed. Her brain spun from her orgasm.

  She hadn’t yet recovered when Jesse lifted her off Max’s lap. He lowered her down, but her shaky legs wouldn’t hold her up so he did. Max stood and rubbed her bare ass.

  “Lay on the bed, hombre,” the sheriff ordered, and Jesse immediately complied, watching her with his dark lust-filled eyes.

  “Take the man to heaven, sweetheart.”

  She glanced at Jesse. He nodded and lay back. Staring down, she took her punishment like a woman and crawled onto the bed. She wanted that big cock inside her, filling her, pumping in and out of her, while her lovers and this crowd of raucous cowboys witnessed her complete freedom from the sexual repression of her strict upbringing. She wanted everyone there to celebrate her triumph.

  She straddled his body. Jesse parte
d her with his thumb and forefinger. He grasped her hips and lowered her slowly inch by inch. The velvety head of his dick tickled her swollen folds, tantalized and tortured her sensitized nerves. She squirmed, anxious to take all of him inside her. He held her back, only letting the tip penetrate her moist opening.

  “Oh, please. Please! Fuck me! Please. I need to feel his cock. Oh, yes. Now!” She begged shamelessly, not caring if she sounded like a woman of little morals.

  He lowered her farther and moaned beneath her. His eyes glazed with lust. His thick cock filled her inch by luscious inch. As lubricated as she was by her juices, she slid easily down onto his body until her weight rested on his hips. Their bodies joined. She was fully impaled by that incredibly thick cock.

  “Like that?” Max tweaked her nipples from behind her. She arched her back and smiled up at him.

  Jesse raised her up and lowered her back down again and again. At first, his cock eased in and out, his movements slow and torturous, until even he couldn’t take it anymore and raised his hips to slam deep into her. His cock stormed ahead, like a war horse charging into battle, then retreating only to charge again. Jesse’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his muscles bunched, and sweat trickled down his chest. Skin slapped against skin with each thrust. The smell of sex and perspiration filled the air.

  She slammed down onto him and tried to rise up again, only to be stopped. His hands tightened about her waist, not allowing her to move. His cock twitched deep inside her.

  “Hold still, sweetheart.”

  She looked up at Max, standing over them. He hooked a small heavy bell on to the tiny spur dangling from her nipple ring. She looked down at it and swallowed. It swayed back and forth, tinkling. Pinching her other nipple, he opened a small clamp. She whimpered as the spring-loaded clamp snapped shut around her sensitive nipple. He hooked another chain and bell on the clamp. She gritted her teeth as the weight of the bell pulled down on the clamp. He finished with another chain hanging from the nipple ring to the nipple clamp on the other. Max stood back, his own eyes bright with desire.

  “How does it feel?”

  “It hurts so good.” And it did. The pain aroused her, stimulated her.

  “Ride him, baby. Ride him like you’ve never ridden a hot stud before.” Max smacked her bare ass.

  Ignoring the pain in her nipples, she raised her body up, then brought it back down. Jesse didn’t seem to think she did a good-enough job. He lifted her up, then slammed her down, repeating the rhythm as his cock hammered inside her. The bells bounced in the air, jerked on her nipples, and played a crazed tune. She closed her eyes and rode him like a rodeo rider riding a championship bull. Jesse bucked and twisted underneath her. She stayed on.

  The crowd chanted, “Ride him! Ride him! Ride him!”

  Playing to the crowd, she raised one hand in the air like a rodeo rider. Sweat poured down her face, across her breasts. A bead dropped off her nipple and landed on his chin. The hombre’s body was drenched. She felt herself coming and couldn’t, wouldn’t, stop it. Her pussy tightened around him. Her juices flowed. The crowd cheered and catcalled all around the stage. She didn’t care.

  Then the bastard stopped. Just stopped. Leaving her on the verge with nowhere to go and impaled on a suddenly immovable cock. She squirmed, attempting to gain her own satisfaction. He held her fast. Again.

  The man’s stamina was to be commended. He remained hard as a rock, but it couldn’t have been easy. He looked ready to break a blood vessel or major artery. His muscles tensed. His jaw locked. His pupils were two black blazing orbs.

  Behind her, Max placed a hand on her neck and pushed her chest against Jesse’s. She stiffened, unaware of what he intended but feeling vulnerable and open. Jesse’s arms locked around her back, rendering her helpless to move. His hairy chest abraded her sore nipples. The clamp rubbed against his skin and tugged on one nipple.

  Sensations of lust, pleasure, and pain stirred in a cauldron of emotions so strong the brew bordered on unbearable.

  The air moved a split second before the sharp sting of Max’s hand connected with her bare ass. Macy’s body shook from the blow. She buried her head in Jesse’s shoulder and braced for the spanking. Max didn’t disappoint. His hand came down again, sharper and harder this time. After ten whacks, her ass burned and her pussy screamed for satisfaction.

  Slipping his hand between her legs, Max’s finger scooped up some of her juices. He parted her butt cheeks and rubbed her cum on her butt hole. She bit her lower lip and waited for the full feeling of double penetration. Satisfied she was well lubricated, the sheriff pushed his cock into her tight little entrance, made even tighter by Jesse’s cock buried deep in her pussy. He hesitated, waiting for her to adjust, then pushed again a little deeper. He reached the tight ring of muscle and pushed farther, past it, and buried half his huge, long cock in her ass. She let out a muffled cry. It felt like he was ripping her in two. Her body shuddered from the throbbing pain and the sheer eroticism of it all.

  Jesse loosened his grip on her back. She raised her body up a little, seeking relief. Instead she drove Max’s cock deeper. It hurt so damn much but felt so damn good. Her asshole was on fire along with her spanked butt. She gasped. Sweat broke out on her forehead. Her hair was matted to her head. With a hard, sharp thrust, Max buried his mega dick in her ass. The two men’s cocks rubbed together, one deep in her pussy, one deep in her ass.

  The two men ceased all movement, except for the heavy breathing of their rising and falling chests, each one buried in his own hole. They let her absorb the sensations of double penetration, and they enjoyed them, too. The little bells tinkled as they dangled from her nipples. Jesse caught the chain connecting her nipple rings between his teeth and held on.

  The rowdy crowded had been shocked to silence. Chair legs scratched on floors. Bodies moved restlessly in their seats. She swore she could hear their collective heavy breathing. It turned her on all the more, doing this naughty, forbidden act for an audience.

  Macy reveled in the feel of the men inside her. She closed her eyes and memorized the sensations. Her heart swelled with love for both men. They’d given Natalie a far greater gift than she could ever give them.

  Looking over her shoulder at Max, she nodded. He took the cue. A split second later, the stage erupted in a frenzied slamming of bodies to bodies, cocks banging into their respective holes. Wet bodies slid over each other, coating each other in co-mingled sweat. The chain tightened, wrenched her nipples to the edge of unbearable, then loosened, then tightened, then loosened as Jesse and Max’s momentum jolted her body and jerked the chain in his teeth.

  The crowd exploded, rising to their feet, yelling and hooting and drowning out the sounds of the grunting, slapping bodies on stage.

  “Fuck her!”

  “Fuck her hard!”

  “Give it to her!”

  “Harder! Harder! Harder!”

  “Oh, fuck!” Jesse squeezed his eyes shut. His cock shuddered inside her pussy. “I can’t take anymore. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  She felt him coming. Knew it was only a matter of seconds. He grabbed her big tits and squeezed them. Twisting his head, he jerked the chain in his mouth and yanked the clamp off. The blood raced to her tortured nipple, hurting more than the clamp ever had. She cried out, setting off a chain reaction as her body twisted and quaked.

  Over-stimulated cocks jerked inside her. The one in her ass drove deeper as Max spanked her bare butt, harder and harder as he shoved his cock up her ass to his balls. With a final surge, he pulled out and shot his load on her ass. The thick fluid ran down her ass and between her legs.

  Jesse, pinned to the bed, came partially inside her. Reaching between his legs, he stimulated her clit. It only took a few strokes before she fell apart. He lifted her off his cock and the rest of his cum coated her pussy lips and the small patch of pubic hair between her legs.

  Bodies drained of energy, the men rolled onto the bed on their backs, spent, sated, and fulfil
led. Exhausted and sore, but a good kind of sore, Macy joined them.

  Turning her head, she gazed at each one. “Thank you for an incredible night.”

  They spoke in unison. “Thank you, Natalie.”

  Macy faded away, and Natalie smiled in satisfaction. The person on stage hadn’t been Macy after all. It’d been Natalie all along, being the woman she’d always wanted to be. A very lucky woman. She had two good, hot, exciting men to love her for the rest of her days. A woman couldn’t ask for more.

  The roar of the crowd eventually penetrated her hazy brain. Levi pulled her to her feet, removed her handcuffs, and they took their bows.

  Chapter 13

  Natalie pecked away on her laptop as she sat in the sun room. In the distance, she spotted two horses galloping over the ridge and heading toward the barn. On their backs rode two men who made her life worth living and loving. A lot had happened in the months since she’d walked off her father’s campaign trail.

  After their Wild West experience at the club, the trio returned to the relative quiet of the ranch, not finding too many reasons to travel beyond the nearby town for groceries or a drink at the local bar.

  Natalie sold her catering business for a tidy sum and concentrated on her writing. She had quite the knack for writing ménages. Her latest novel rose to number one on the bestseller list. She was working on the sequel.

  Trace took over as ranch foreman when the former foreman retired and moved to Arizona with his girlfriend of twenty years. He aimed to build the stock horse breeding program and the cattle herd as the best in the state.

  Levi was just Levi, enjoying his life on the ranch, making the place into something to be proud of, and enjoying the company of good friends and family.

  All in all, life was good. But then, it always was when the cowboys saddled up and rode again.

  THE END