by Cara Adams
“There’s no power steering and brake gently, using the throttle where possible.”
Kairu rode last, so he could keep watch on Esther, but she handled the heavy quad bike competently, steering neatly into the corners, and leaving the proper distance between the bikes as they went up and down the hills. She drove more slowly than he usually did, but that wasn’t a problem. This was only her second time on a quad bike and she handled it like a pro already.
Xola took them down beside the river first so she could see it, then, for a bit of fun, he took her up onto a dirt dune nearby. Once they’d stopped he said, “All the kids like to ride down the dune. Go straight down, not on an angle. Use your throttle to brake, but if you get scared use the foot brake, not the hand brake, understand?”
Kairu looked at her face shining with happiness. Yes, Xola had guessed correctly. She was as keen to ride down the dune as any kid could ever be.
“Wait until I’m right off the dune before you start,” ordered Xola, moving to the edge of the dirt. Kairu didn’t watch Xola. He watched Esther. He saw her face grow thoughtful as she followed Xola’s progress. He continued watching her as she moved her right foot closer to the foot brake, and then he stayed back as she lined her bike up at the top of the dune. Xola was already down and facing back toward them before Esther started down the dune. She rode slowly, but in a straight line as instructed, and when she got to the bottom and turned around to watch him, Kairu could see how happy she looked. He wanted to race down the dune like a kid, but made himself travel more slowly than he would normally have done, not wanting to give her any ideas or spoil her fun.
Xola led them all a little faster now, out to Lookout Hill. All the rest of the way Kairu was hoping no one else was there with the same idea as them, but the lookout point was quite deserted. They parked their bikes and set out the rug from his backpack and the food from Xola’s. Kairu also had some bottled water and half a dozen cans of soda in his pack which he set out as well.
“Are you hungry?” he asked her, loving how her face was so bright with happiness and her eyes were sparkling amber and green in the sunlight.
“Yes, I am. I don’t know why. I seem to have done nothing but eat since I got here.”
“Well, we have done one other thing,” he teased her. When she blushed enchantingly, he added, “We could do it again. Sex in the great outdoors has to be one of the healthiest outdoor activities of all.”
“No one will interrupt us. I deliberately parked the bikes on the top of the hill. If anyone was thinking of coming here they’ll see the bikes and go somewhere else. But first, we’d better feed you,” said Xola.
Kairu looked at the pile of ribs marinated in honey and soy sauce, his mouth almost watering with hunger. And he’d eaten his usual breakfast of porridge and bacon and eggs, although that was quite a few hours ago now.
Xola pulled out a tub of watermelon slices, and a second container filled with devilled eggs topped with avocado. That’s when Kairu stopped staring at the food and remembered he had a pile of paper plates and a roll of paper towel in his backpack that they’d be needing any minute now. He handed Esther a plate and set the paper towels on the rug where they could all reach them, while Xola handed Esther a couple of ribs and urged her to take some eggs as well.
“I saw we had eggs in our refrigerator in the women’s living room. Do you keep chickens here? I haven’t eaten an egg in a long time.”
“Yes, there’s always twenty or thirty chickens in the pen on the farm. Fortunately they love cabbage and we have plenty of that to feed them, so it means we always have eggs and usually chicken to eat as well,” said Kairu, hoping he wouldn’t upset her at the thought that the chickens were used for meat as well as for their eggs. Fortunately she didn’t seem to mind and began asking other questions. “Do you have other animals here as well? Horses or cats or anything?”
“Years ago our ancestors used horses to work on the farm, but we’ve used machinery for a long time now. Some of the families have cats as pets, and a few have dogs, but by and large we’ve always been more interested in growing crops than in rearing animals. Apart from chickens. I think there’s always been chickens,” said Xola.
“I think the farm used to have cows years ago for their milk as well. And I suppose they had to churn their own butter way back then, too,” added Kairu.
“Feeding the community was really hard work a few generations ago. Just think, too much rain or a frost, and an entire year’s work would be wiped out,” said Esther.
“Exactly. There’s still a few orange and avocado trees on one part of the farm but there’s never much fruit on them. It’s not warm enough here,” said Xola.
“What are your favorite foods?” Kairu asked Esther. He wanted to know all about her. He wanted to be able to please her.
“I love ice cream and chocolate, but truly, I like almost anything. I’m not allergic to anything so far as I know. What about you?”
For the next half hour, the conversation wandered around foods and places and incidents from their childhood. Kairu kept his gaze on Esther, trying to absorb every word she said so he could learn everything about her. He wanted to be able to please her. His aim was to mate her, then to make her happy for the rest of their life. Of course he couldn’t make her happy, she had to choose to be happy, but he wanted to be able to avoid doing things that would upset or annoy her, to give her a better chance of being happy. Or whatever. His thinking wasn’t all that clear, but his heart knew what he meant and what he wanted. Esther. In their home. In their bed, forever.
After the food was put away and they’d talked and talked, Kairu sat up straighter. “So, can we please fuck you again. Now?”
Esther turned to look at Xola. “Are you quite sure no one will come here?”
“I’m quite sure they’ll see the quad bikes and leave without seeing us.”
“All right. I’d like to make love out here in the sunshine.”
Thank god!
* * * *
Esther wondered if she was becoming a nymphomaniac. Just last night she’d experienced three orgasms. Three! That was two more than she’d ever had in a single night before. And now, here she was the very next day, planning on having sex on a picnic rug in the middle of a farm. Well, not quite the middle. Both men had pointed out they were quite a long way from the houses and main fields. But still.
Just seeing these two men aroused her almost unbearably. They were both tall and well built. Both had muscled arms and legs. Xola was bigger than Kairu and Kairu was no little man. He was a good five or six inches taller than her five foot six and he likely weighed almost twice what she did, but every ounce of it was solid muscle.
But their hands were gentle and their mouths talented. As for their cocks, they knew how to use them to give endless pleasure. It was hard to believe she’d only been here a few days. Already this place was starting to feel like home to her. She’d even used a little bit of her precious cell phone credit to text her sister and brother-in-law telling them she was safe and happy.
She’d loved riding the quad bike. It was very heavy to steer, but the driving instructions were quite logical and going down the dune, although damn scary, had given her a real rush of adrenaline. It was fun, and it’d been so long since she’d been able to do fun stuff like this.
For a moment she worried that she was likening sex to just having fun, but these men were more than fun to her. She genuinely liked them, which was by no means saying she would marry them. But none of the other men had stirred her heart the way Xola had the moment he’d looked at her. And Kairu was so sweet, helpful, and genuine, it was impossible not to like him.
Both men were already undressing. It didn’t take her long to shrug out of her jeans and shirt, piling them on top of her sweater and leaving her shoes and sox beside the rug. She sat still wondering what Xola’s instructions would be. And it would be Xola giving the instructions, already she knew that.
“Lie on your back, Kairu,
and Esther, you get on all fours over him so you can suck his dick.”
Ah, so it was to be a sixty-nine. But what about Xola?
She placed herself over Kairu’s cock. It was a fine piece of manhood, long and thick, the head just slightly flat and it bounced straight up out of a nest of reddish-brown curls, one shade darker than the hair on his head.
When Xola grabbed hold of her hips and drove into her cunt from behind Esther shivered in delight. A man licking her clit and a man fucking her, both at once. She’d climax in a nanosecond and never remember to suck poor Kairu at all unless she concentrated properly.
First she needed to identify his flavor. Would he be salty or sweet or spicy? There was already a drop of pre-cum on the eye of his cockhead so she flicked her tongue over it, drawing it into her mouth and testing it. Hmm. No, none of the above. He was more earthy and quite delicious. Now she ran her tongue up the side of his shaft, flattening it to feel the pulse from his big vein as she wet him thoroughly. Up and down she licked before taking his head into her mouth and sucking hard. Aha. That got him. He released a few more drops of his essence into her mouth. This time when she let him out, she ran her tongue under the ridge that joined the head of his cock to his shaft. Again she tasted more semen on her lips so she sucked him a little more. Oh, yes. She was enjoying this.
But it was so hard to concentrate. Xola had tilted her hips was driving deep inside her pussy, hitting her G-spot over and over until her knees wobbled with the effort of staying upright on them. Her hands were busy holding Kairu’s cock so only her knees were supporting her right now. Kairu was also driving her mad playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples, and licking and sucking her clit. Her brain was frying from sensory overload and trying to please Kairu was getting very difficult. She wanted to flop down and just come but that wasn’t very kind of her.
Esther held Kairu’s cock firmly in one hand and gently scraped her teeth over his cockhead, nibbling the loose skin of his shaft before sucking him again. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked a little harder, only to be rewarded by more of his earthy flavor. She rolled his balls in her spare hand, and ran a fingernail over the sac and along the inside of his thigh. In retaliation he puffed warm air on her clit and gave it a sharp little nip.
This game was almost over. The orgasm in her belly was almost overpowering her now. In desperation Esther sucked on Kairu’s cock one last time before she shattered. As she came, her mouth filled with cum. Relieved at the result, she swallowed him down then sucked his cockhead again, drawing more seed from him. Behind her Xola pumped harder and faster, then her pussy was full of his essence and at last she could relax and drop down onto the rug. Both men held her tightly as she shook and spasmed.
It seemed like a long time later when Xola sat up and cleansed her with a handful of wipes, before passing another handful to Kairu and then taking care of himself. She pulled her clothing back on then accepted another can of soda from Kairu.
“You two are a pretty devastating team when you get together,” she said.
“We could be even more devastating if you’d let us. What do you know of BDSM?”
Chapter Four
Xola had been wondering how to introduce this conversation all day and this was the perfect lead in. Well, he hoped it was. He didn’t think she’d run screaming from them, but she might not be very accepting of the idea either. He kept his face impassive as he watched her reactions. She hadn’t answered him so he tried again. “Have you ever played a BDSM scene, Esther?”
She shook her head.
“But you do know what it is?”
“Oh, yes. Spanking and handcuffs, and suchlike.”
“How do you feel about those kinds of games?” asked Kairu.
Xola held himself back. He couldn’t control the conversation even though he’d have preferred to. Kairu was a full partner in this relationship and must always be free to ask what he wanted to do, unless they were playing a scripted scene.
Xola watched Esther’s very expressive face.
“I’d need to know the other person, or people, very well. There’s a lot of trust required if I let someone tie me up. I’d have to be quite certain in my mind that they’d only do the sorts of things we’d agreed they could do.”
“But once you trusted them?” Xola prompted her.
“Yes. I think once I was confident the people would play by the rules we’d agreed on, I’d be interested in trying it. Once or twice, anyway, to see if I liked it.”
“I can assure you that if you agree to play BDSM sex scenes with us, your pleasure will increase dramatically.”
“I don’t think I could cope with much more pleasure. Already I’ve had more orgasms in a few days that I usually have in a month and they’re better quality ones, too.”
“That’s just the beginning. Once we begin to fuck you together properly, your orgasms will be even better,” said Kairu.
“And once I know what you like and can plan BDSM scenes for you, they’ll draw you higher and higher. Do you know about safe words?” Xola asked her. He watched her eyes, which had darkened from amber to brown, but not from disappointment he thought, but rather because she was concentrating on answering him completely. He liked that she thought through her answers and gave considered responses.
“I know they stop play. Once the safe word is said, the game is over. But there are degrees of stopping, too, I think. Like ‘this is okay, but no more’ sort of thing.”
“Exactly. That’s the traffic-light system. Yellow means no more and red means stop. But with a safe word once it’s said that’s the end of the scene completely.”
“I think I’d prefer traffic lights then. Instead of ending play, being able to say, ‘No more right now.’”
“We can do that. Will you play a scene with us?”
Xola hoped he wasn’t asking her too soon, but so far she’d been very accepting of everything they’d done. He wanted to bind her to them with so many cords of love and pleasure she would never look at another pair of men. It terrified him that in this situation he was powerless. All control was with the woman and she could stop dating them at any time for any reason, with him and Kairu unable to do anything about it. It was completely her free choice. The only way he could see to keep Esther was to continue to show her how they’d love and cherish her if she’d only let them.
“No, not yet. I need to talk to Okapi and then plan out what I’ll be doing in the future regarding my work and my life. I can’t make any type of commitment to anyone until everything is clear in my own mind.”
Well, fuck! That was not the answer I wanted to hear.
Xola pulled his control around him like a blanket and said quietly, “I thought you were already told you could choose to work, study, or simply to stay at home, whatever you wanted to do?”
“But what I want to do depends on what Okapi says.”
“Can you tell me why the townspeople’s views are so important to you? I understand that’s how you feel, but I don’t at all comprehend why. I can’t imagine that they’ve even spent a second thinking about us on the farm,” said Kairu.
Yeah. I’d like to know that, too.
“I’m not trying to be a princess or a special snowflake or whatever, but if I go looking for work in town I’d like to be able to get it on my merits, my ability to complete the job, not because everyone wants to stare at the whore from the farm.”
Xola had a sudden flash of understanding. “Is that what happened to you before? People thought you were a whore or called you trailer trash or something?”
“The only job available in my town for a female was as a topless waitress at two dollars an hour. Since that’s not a livable wage it was pretty obvious how I was supposed to get tips. Besides, I didn’t register for the job. My boobs aren’t big enough. The successful girls all have watermelons, not oranges,” she said.
“I prefer oranges,” said Kairu leaning over and kissing her cheek.
She laughed, but Xola kn
ew the hurt inside her ran very deep. No one was going to call his woman a whore. He’d tear them limb from limb if they even thought such a thing.
Xola wanted to hold her tightly and promise her he’d protect her from harm, but it wasn’t his right to do that yet. Instead he forced himself to adopt a light, joking tone and say, “If you ever see the people who were rude to you again, point them out to me and I’ll rearrange their noses for you.”
“Yeah. Me too,” added Kairu.
Esther laughed. “Don’t worry. I didn’t go for the job interview. I decided to apply to come here instead.”
“Would you like to tell us more about your job search?” asked Kairu.
Esther shook herself and Xola wondered if she was shaking off the bad memories. One day he’d earn the right to kiss all her bad experiences away. But right now it was time to move on. “Have you got any questions you’d like to ask us about BDSM?”
“With you, is it a lifestyle thing, or more—I’m not sure this is quite the right word—a hobby?”
“I am a Dom. It’s what I am, part of my nature. I can’t not be organizing scenarios, wanting to be in control, planning everything. But having said that, I also take orders. I work for the werewolf community, I’ve sworn allegiance to Cooper, I accept instructions. But I derive enormous amounts of satisfaction and fulfillment from seeing my plans and efforts come to fruition and knowing those around me have received the ultimate in pleasure.”
“What about you, Kairu?” she asked.
Xola listened intently. He knew Kairu was neither a Dom nor a sub, but more a partner in the scenes he would be planning. However, he wanted to hear the man’s own definition of his status.
“I’m not a sub, or a Dom. Werewolves tend to lean toward being Doms, but I guess I’m happy to go with the flow. I want to participate in BDSM scenes with you and Xola, but am content to be under his instructions.”
Esther turned to gaze at him, and Xola drew in a deep breath at her beautiful, thoughtful face. “Kairu just said werewolves are often Doms. Is that how you became one?”