by Eileen Green
Hunter worked at bringing in the decent-sized trout, which he finally was able to see. A splashing off to his right caught his attention, and he saw Augusta with a fishing net wading back out to help him.
When she was close to him, she put the net out and helped him gather the fish. Unfortunately, she must have forgotten she had pulled her arms out of the straps, and as she began to walk back to the shore, her waders fell into the water.
A shriek escaped her as the cold water encountered her jean-clad legs. Stumbling, she went down face first into the water and screamed.
Swallowing down the laughter that wanted to bubble from him, Hunter made his way over to her. He helped her up and then over to where they had picnicked. She had put away the lunch and folded the blanket they had sat upon, ready to head home.
Her teeth were clattering noisily while her body shook as he glanced around. Seeing no one, he quickly helped her from the boots and tossed them aside, so they drained back down into the river. He proceeded to strip her of her jeans, coat, and the two sweaters she wore.
After grabbing up the blanket, he wrapped it around her trembling form. He hugged her close to him. “I’m so sorry, Augusta,” he said sadly. “I never should have brought you out here.”
“D-do-don’t y-you da-dare apol-apolog-apologize,” she said as her teeth chattered together. “I-I had f-fun.”
“Well, let’s get you home,” he said quickly.
She stood and waited for him while he put everything back in the boat, including the four fish he had caught. He then helped her in and started them off down the river.
He knew where to pull off the river, and hopefully Trent had moved the truck to where they were going to go ashore.
* * * *
The heater was on full blast in Augusta’s house, and both fireplaces were going. Steam followed her out of the shower where Trent was waiting with towel fresh from the dryer for her. Hunter had said he was going to brew up a pot of coffee while she showered.
Trent led her into her bedroom and stopped her in front of the gas fireplace. He rubbed her down, drying off her body. The trembling had ceased, and there was a glow to her skin again. He couldn’t believe what she looked like when Hunter had brought her home.
Pale skin, her body shaking like a leaf, and her hair was wet and stringy. Her teeth were clicking together like castanets, and she was freezing to the touch.
Now, she felt warm again.
Hunter was lounging on the bed, three cups of coffee sitting on the nightstand. He had changed from the jeans, thermal, and flannel shirt he wore into a pair of his infamous dark blue sweatpants. A red and blue flannel shirt clad his torso. He patted the middle of the California King bed so that she would be next to him.
Her body naked, Augusta climbed up on the foot of the bed and crawled up to where Hunter had indicated. From his viewpoint by the fireplace, Trent watched her luscious ass sway as she moved. He knew he would never get tired of seeing that view of her. He knew he would never tire of witnessing her classical beauty in the rough.
A cup of coffee was handed to her. She wrapped her hands around the mug and then took several sips.
“Precious?” Trent asked as he moved to the other side of the bed. “We have a couple of hours before Hillary gets here. Do you want to take a nap?”
She took another sip of coffee, and then, as she looked up, she gave him a wicked smile. A shake of her head as she handed the mug back to Hunter told Trent all he needed to know.
“Are you sure, darlin’?” Hunter asked as he turned toward Augusta.
Slowly, she nodded. She then turned toward Hunter and slid her hand over his abs and then down to the bulge in his pants.
When she spoke, Trent thought he had misheard her, but the way his best friend was looking down at their woman, Trent knew he hadn’t.
“I want you both to take me, please?”
The eagerness written on her face was too much. They had been working on her, slowly introducing her to anal. With the butt plugs they had used, in graduated sizes, she proved to be on her way to only being able to come with something up her ass.
“You’ve been through a bit of an ordeal, darlin’,” said Hunter as he pulled her closer to him. “Are you sure you’re up to it?”
She nodded, a smile on her face. “I’m sure.”
Augusta ran her left hand up under his shirt, slowly skimming her fingertips over the ridges of his abs. When she got to his chest, she splayed her hand between the two pecs.
Trent looked at Hunter just to make sure they were going to be doing the right thing with what had occurred today. His friend’s dark blue eyes were already glazing over from his arousal.
Reaching over his head, Trent grabbed the back collar of his police academy T-shirt and pulled it over his head in one fluid motion. He was pushing off his jeans just as quick as he watched Hunter and Augusta lock lips.
As he climbed onto the bed behind Augusta, he let his hand rest on the rise of her hip. It was a brief touch, for she shifted quickly so that she was between Hunter’s spread legs. Undoing the cord of his sweats, she grabbed hold of the waistband and began to pull them down.
She moved again and pulled the thick cotton pants from Hunter, and then she moved up between his legs again. Running her hands up his thighs, she cupped his balls in one hand as her other hand grasped the base of his cock.
Leaning in, she pressed her tongue just above her fingers on his dick. The sight had Trent’s prick bouncing from his trimmed pubes. On the edge, Trent needed to move this along.
* * * *
Her cunt was leaking on her thighs as she knelt between Hunter’s legs. She was licking his cock like it was a delectable ice cream, intent on reaching the drop of dew at the top of it.
His cock throbbed within her hand. His balls tightened up. Moans escaped him while he gyrated his hips. Glancing up at his face, she could see the hunger in his sapphire blue eyes.
Movement on the bed had her attention briefly drawn to Trent as he kneed his way over to her side. As she returned her attention back to the lovely cock before her, swallowing it, Trent slid his hand over her shoulder and then down her back to her ass.
A moan escaped her as Trent reached her rosette, a tremor running through her body.
“Ah, darlin’, that was wonderful!” Hunter exclaimed as he pressed further into her mouth. “Do it again.”
Elation filled her that she could please a man, two men.
Pulling back up until just the head was in her mouth, she used the tip of her tongue to play with the frenulum, that sensitive V spot. Hunter tried to push back into her mouth, but she continued to lave the spot.
She didn’t know when Trent had retrieved the bottle of lube, but she heard the top pop. It was a sound she was beginning to love.
Cold liquid kissed her dark star. It startled her, but she kept her mouth on Hunter’s cock.
Trent slipped a finger into her opening, lighting up the nerves that lived there. The burn was exquisite as he began to pump his digit in and out of her.
Augusta moved down the cock in her mouth, mimicking the movement of Trent’s finger. She and Hunter moaned in unison at the attention being shown to their bodies.
Slight disappointment took her as Trent removed his finger, but she knew it was short-lived. Two fingers pressed inward, sparking more delicious pain.
Releasing Hunter’s prick, she looked up at him. “I want you inside me when you come. I want you both inside me.”
When Trent pulled his fingers from her, she took that moment to maneuver herself. She moved up until she was straddling Hunter’s legs. Before she could take hold of the cock beneath her, Hunter reached down and swiped his fingers through her slit.
Her head fell back when he slid across her clit, sending electrical currents through her body. His other hand grasped one of her breasts. The pain and sensation mingled together, kindling the fire within her.
“You’re so wet and ready for us, darlin’,” Hunter
said with a sly smile. He pulled his hand away and took it to his mouth.
She watched in amazement as he licked each of his fingers with a satisfying grin and a sigh. “I love the taste of you, Augusta. Like honey.”
A small smile touched her lips. Warmth flooded her at his words as it did whenever they touched her. They proved their love with their words and hands every day, something she had missed when she was with Josh.
Rising on her knees, she reached down and grasped his hard, long dick in her hand. She pulled it up and ran the tip through her slit, avoiding her clit because she didn’t want to detonate just yet.
The tip was at her opening, a fantastic feeling, but she knew it would be much better once it was fully embedded in her. Sinking down, Hunter filled her, stretched her until she felt the root of him against her clit.
She sighed.
Behind her, Trent shifted until he was lined up to her. She felt his hot cock along the crevice of her ass, throbbing.
Slowly, she began to move up and down on Hunter’s dick, retreating and then diving down on him. He filled her fully, so fully in fact, she wasn’t sure how she was going to be able to have another cock within her.
Reveling in the feel of Hunter, she felt Trent’s fingers back at her ass, applying more lube. Excitement rushed through her as the acknowledgment that she was going to have both her men inside her at the same time.
Pumping up and down on Hunter, feeling the ebb and flow of passion, Augusta could hear Trent slipping on a condom and then slathering on lube. Another glob of lube kissed her ass.
Trent pressed the head of his cock against her dark hole, igniting the nerves he hadn’t managed to do before. “Don’t tease me, Trent!” she exclaimed through gritted teeth. “I need you.”
He pushed her down against Hunter where she kissed the man passionately. Trent wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her still as he began to push his way into her depths.
The fullness was overwhelming as Trent fought of space. Augusta had to wonder how Hunter felt. Was he being squished? Did he hurt?
When she felt Trent’s balls against her, she knew he had filled her.
There was an uncomfortableness that came with being jam-packed. Nerves sparked fire within her.
Ripping her mouth from Hunters, she sat back up, partially. Setting her hands on Hunter’s chest, she held herself up. “Someone needs to move,” she demanded. “Please!”
Hunter glanced up, most likely looking at Trent, and then he gave a slight nod. He pulled out of her until just the tip of him was inside her, giving her a slight relief from the fullness. As he began to push back in, Trent pulled back.
In and out the two moved. The fire was building deep inside her, growing with each passing movement and second.
The friction the two men were causing was exciting and so decadently erotic. She never thought she would ever feel this way.
Deep within her there was a coil that was winding up tighter and tighter. Electricity was shooting through her. Her cunt was getting wetter and wetter as they went along.
Sparkles began to appear in her vision. Blood was rushing through her ears. Fire was consuming her core.
She felt as if she was going to combust. Perspiration broke out on her skin, and she could see Hunter had the same sheen.
The men were grunting as they pistoned in and out of her. They sped up their movements. Her body bobbed between them.
Trent swept his hand down between her body and Hunter’s and into her slit. He found her clit and began circling it. She was already halfway up the climactic mountain, and now she was speeding toward the top.
Sitting up fully, she felt the shift of each dick within her, striking her differently than before. With the manipulation of her clit, she found herself on the precipice of orgasm.
Releasing all inhibitions, she let the feelings overtake her. The sexual coil ripped apart as she flew on the wings of her orgasm.
Fire raced through her to every nerve ending in her body as it went rigid. Her body arched while dark spots appeared before her closed eyes.
Vaguely, she heard herself keening as she floated downward. Shouts from both men could be heard, but way off in the distance.
Her breathing had caught in her throat as her heart beat out a staccato that mirrored the song “The Flight of the Bumblebee.”
Lightheadedness consumed her, and before she knew it, the dark spots overtook her, leading her down into a darkness. All feelings left her body.
* * * *
Sunday morning, the trio along with Hillary were standing on the Continental Divide. They had stayed in a hotel overnight and would be heading back home.
Friday afternoon had been a freeing experience for Augusta, and spending the weekend with her new family caused her to feel so alive.
The morning was bright with no clouds in the sky. The mountains around them were majestic. They spoke of ages of time past, seeing the passage of thousands of years. How many people had stood where Augusta and her men were standing and thought about their lives?
She had been doing a lot of thinking since Friday. Her marriage to Josh had been doomed from the beginning. It wouldn’t have mattered if she had waited.
So why was she wanting to wait to move in with Hunter and Trent?
The desire to have kids had been strong over the past few years, and now, she would eventually have a twenty-two-year-old stepdaughter. She wasn’t getting any younger.
With her men on each side of her, Augusta slipped her hands into theirs. Her gaze never wavered from the sight before her.
Drawing a deep breath, she announced, “I’ll gladly move in with you guys whenever you are ready for me.”
Trent turned in a flash and grabbed her up in a hug. “I’m so happy,” he exclaimed. “I love you, so much.”
“I love you, too,” she replied. Then Hunter pulled her from Trent’s embrace, and she said with a laugh, “I love you too, you big lug,”
“Darlin’,” he began. “You’ve made us the happiest men, ever.”
A glance over his shoulder, Augusta saw the smile on Hillary’s face. The girl mouthed, “Congrats,” which brought pride to the baker.
Standing here on the edge of mountains older than time, Augusta was pleased to be in the arms of her delicious bodyguards and lovers.
THE END
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