My pussy was drenched and I bit my bottom lip, waiting for the moment I’d feel his cock tap against my pussy. It was his hands I felt first. His rough fingertips touched my waist on both sides. He was holding me steady, about to plunge his cock inside me. I’d done it, I’d awakened the beast, and he was about to punish me.
Hell fucking yes!
“I haven’t been with a woman in a long time,” he said.
“Yes, baby,” I said. “I know it’s been so lonely out here. Show me how lonely you’ve been.”
“I’ve dreamed about someone meeting me out here and doing exactly what you’re doing right now,” he said.
“Show me,” I said.
“But you’re not the girl I’ve been dreaming about,” he said as I felt my panties yanked up to my thighs. “Fix your fucking dress and go home,” he said.
I wasn’t finished with him yet. I turned around and slapped him, hard.
“How dare you speak to me like that?” I yelled. “I am a Dove and you will respect me as one.”
I reached for his zipper and yanked it down. I reached into his pants and felt the cool skin of his hard cock against my grip. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, and took a deep breath. I lifted a leg and tried to aim him at my pussy, but he grabbed me by the throat and pushed me away.
“You are a Dove, but you are not MY Dove. That title belongs to Lauren and it always will. Get out and go home before I march you back to the fence myself.”
I was a child in his eyes. That was clear now. He had threatened to walk me back to the gate himself. The realization hit me harder than any physical backhand could and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. That was it. I had no chance with Alé. He was smitten with Lauren, like everyone else. The bitch.
“This was a mistake,” I said, searching for better words…words to really show him, to make him feel low, but realizing I was the low one. I was the tramp throwing myself at a dirty mountain man.
I fixed my clothes and stormed out of the cabin.
The walk back to the Dove border seemed to take forever. Thoughts whizzed by me as quickly as the trees. Alé, Lauren, Pike, Dominic…Gwenneth and her barbarian-like lover. I saw them all and I felt like each was laughing at me. It was getting dark and as the sun began to drop behind the mountains, I felt my heart plummet with it. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and I wanted somebody to pay for my sadness, frustration, and anger.
I wanted to hurt someone. I wanted to be hurt. I wanted pain one way or the other.
I wanted to turn back around, burst through Alé’s cabin door, and hit him with one of his frying pans.
I wanted to attack Gwenneth again, maybe jam a finger into the bullet wound in Roscoe’s chest, while I climbed on top of his cock and rode him. All while spitting curses at Gwenneth curled up in the fetal position on the floor.
Was I evil? What was wrong with me? This couldn’t be logical behavior of a Dove, a goddess, a woman to be worshiped and cared for. But I didn’t fucking care.
I reached the Dove boundaries and went straight to the home where I hoped I’d find a good outlet for my anger and disappointment. I wanted to fight, to blame, to accuse someone of something. Gwenneth and Roscoe would be the perfect martyrs. I went to my usual spot, outside their window. The sun was going down quickly, leaving the Dove community bathed in a pale blue hue. The usual sound of kids playing and neighbors gossiping had died down already. Instead, I heard the loud moans of a sexual romp in full swing on the other side of the glass.
I peered through the open slot in the blinds and watched as Roscoe lay back in bed, his muscular thighs resting against the mattress, his sock covered feet facing me. Squatting down over him, preparing to sit on his cock, was Gwenneth. Her long brown hair hung tumbled down over her shoulders and the cherry red highlights framed her jaw and formed perfect wisps that danced around her bare nipples, almost looking like tattoos. Her body glistened with sweat, running down her smooth stomach and into her recently trimmed mound.
Then she was on him, taking his full length in, and moaning as her ass slapped down hard against his pelvis. She fucked him hard and fast like time was of the essence. I was there to catch them doing something wrong, yet all I could find was everything right. For the second time, it appeared they were truly in love and he was just a fellow fucking his Dove the way he was supposed to.
I was drawn to her face, where she had her mouth open, but her eyes closed. One hand touched her lips and at first I thought it was hers. I was sure it was hers until I noticed the skin tone. Dark brown, much darker than Gwenneth’s or Roscoe’s hands.
Then Gwenneth leaned all the way forward between Roscoe’s legs, fucking him reverse cowgirl style, but with her elbows on the mattress.
That’s when I saw her.
Her name was Violet, one of the single Doves, who could’ve easily been married by now but had remained single for some reason. Violet’s ebony skin was as sweaty as Gwenneth’s and her hair was stuck to the side of her face. She was crying out in ecstasy, with her eyes closed, as she sat on Roscoe’s face, riding his mouth.
I was in awe. A threesome in action. I’d never seen one. I’d always hoped to find Lauren with two of her men but it never happened. It was all strictly one-on-one with her. One hand had slipped down to my thighs and up into my dress. I rubbed at the cleft in my panties, where the fabric crept up into my pussy. As I rolled my finger around, my pussy soaked through and my finger was damp.
My other hand reached out to touch the window unwittingly and my fingernails accidentally tapped the glass.
Gwenneth, who’d been staring down at the mattress, suddenly lifted her head and stared at me. Right at me. I had no doubt that she saw me. She smiled as she backed into Roscoe’s cock. She sat upright on him and pushed her hair back from her face. I hated admitting to myself how beautiful she was. Hot in a trashy way.
Sitting upright, it was even clearer that she saw me. I knew I should duck or run away or something, but I was afraid to move. If, by some chance, she hadn’t seen me, she definitely would notice movement outside the window.
With her stare still fully focused on me, she taunted me. She leaned back and grabbed Violet’s head, pulling her into her shoulder. Then she turned her face, stuck out her tongue, and licked Violet’s mouth. Violet opened up and they kissed passionately. I couldn’t turn away. Roscoe lifted up and as his face drove into Violet, her mouth opened in a gasp, but Gwenneth was right there to stifle her cry with her mouth.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I was so fucked up. So mixed up. Anger, jealousy, concern…horniness.
I marched into the courtyard when the sun was only a faint splash going down behind the mountains. It would be full dark before I reached my front door. I found Kent where I knew I would. He was at the town center with many of the other folks, watching a horseshoe toss competition. Lauren was there too, doing some kind of funky dance with Bentley. I glared at her and hoped she noticed.
Kent was with his buddies, lined up for his toss, when I grabbed him by the arm.
“Hey, Jess. I’m about to toss, you wanna watch?”
“No, you’re coming with me,” I said.
“Well…okay,” he said as he waved goodbye to his buddies.
I pulled him right past Lauren while scanning the crowd to see if either of my husbands was out among them. They weren’t. They’d be at home, probably resting and waiting for their night with me.
“Jess, what’s going on?” he asked.
He pulled his arm away from me and stopped walking. I turned to him and grabbed his face in my hand, digging my nails slightly into his cheeks. He grimaced.
“I’m going to do something tonight that has never been done. But I don’t fucking care. I’m going to set a new standard for Doves.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, if you want me, I’m yours. Tonight.”
He grinned. A little too excitedly. He had no idea what I had in store.
“There are s
tipulations,” I warned him.
“Whatever you want, my Dove.”
“I’m going to hold you to that because you will be tested tonight. It is going to be different and you might not like it but it’s what you will need to do if you want to wake up tomorrow morning as one of my fellows.”
“Anything.”
“Good.”
I barged through my front door with Kent in tow. I could hear Dominic in the kitchen and assumed Pike was probably in his room. We went to mine. I closed the door, purposely leaving it unlocked.
“Stand right here at the foot of the bed,” I said.
Kent did as he was told. I was still seething. Alé’s denial was eating me up. I hated it. I hated him. I hated Lauren. I hated the entire Dove, except maybe three men.
“Take off your clothes,” I said.
“Like all the way naked again?” he asked.
I whipped my head around and sneered at him. I must have looked terrifying because he immediately yanked his shirt over his shoulders and threw it onto the bed. His pants came down quickly, his big cock already hard. I loved that about Kent. He was always ready.
“Perfect,” I said. “Now stand there and don’t move.”
I reached between my mattress and the box spring and found my riding crop. I placed it on the nightstand. I reached into the top drawer and found my pink vibrator. I set it next to the crop. I fished out a blindfold, handcuffs, a bottle of lube, and the ball gag.
Kent’s eyes went wide. He was terrified and I had to stifle my urge to giggle.
“Don’t move,” I warned Kent.
I went to my door, opened it up, and called out. “Dominic! Pike! Can you please come to my room?”
“Wait, what the fuck are you doing?” Kent asked, all nervous, as he covered his cock with his hands.
“Put your hands on your hips and take pride in yourself,” I told him. “Stand there like the young stud you are.”
“They’re gonna fucking kill me!”
“My Dove,” I reminded him.
“They’re gonna fucking kill me, my Dove!”
“They won’t. Not if they want to stay in this family.”
Dominic was the first to enter.
“Hey, babe, you’re not gonna believe what I saw…whoa. What the hell is this?”
“Dominic,” I said. “Come here.”
I grabbed him by his shoulders and walked him over so that he was standing directly across from Kent.
Pike walked in right after.
“Well hell, what the fuck are y’all doin’ in here?” he said. “Like seriously. What the fuck?”
Again, I had to stifle my laughter. They needed to know how serious I was this night. I grabbed Pike by his shoulder and stood him in front of the other two so they were forming a triangle at the foot of the bed.
“Dominic and Pike, I’d like you to meet Kent,” I said.
Everyone was silent. Finally, Kent raised one hand from his cock and held it up in a sort of wave.
“Gentlemen,” he said. “I’m as confused as you are.”
“I fuckin’ doubt that,” Pike said.
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Dominic agreed. “And it’s not like we don’t know him already, Jess.”
Kent’s dick had begun to shrivel and that wasn’t what I had in mind. I needed to do something and fast.
“This is not going to be the ideal situation for any of you,” I said. “But this is the thing. I’ve known Kent a long time. I promised him he’d be one of my husbands…a long time ago.”
“So you two are about to have a suitor visit?” Pike asked.
“In our house?” Dominic added.
“No,” I said and I felt my mouth widen into a grin. It was so large it hurt the corners of my mouth. “We are going to have a suitor visit. We are going to do this right. I will have all three of you tonight, the way a Dove should be taken by her fellows. It’s the reason I have three of you. Three holes. Three men. And I want you to take advantage of me in every way.”
Kent was hard again. Good. Dominic and Pike were still fully dressed and Dominic’s jaw was practically on the floor. Pike was grinning.
“This is a joke, right?” Dominic said. “Like a really mean joke?”
“Bullshit,” Pike said.
He threw his jeans down and kicked them off. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His cock was limp but wakening.
“I call your bluff,” he said.
“Really now?” I said. “Pike, baby, when have I ever bluffed you?”
I turned to Dominic who was standing there with his arms folded in front of his chest, wearing cotton slacks, and loafer shoes. I reached for the pull string on the front of his pants, untied it, and pulled his pants down, taking his cock in my hand right away, before he had the chance to run. I kissed him.
“I need you to do this for me, Dominic,” I said. “Can you do this for your Dove?”
He was breathing heavily. “I don’t know,” he said.
I dropped to my knees and faced Dominic, his cock hanging in front of my face. I reached to the right and ran my fingernails against Pike’s balls. His dick sprang to life, twitching a little. I knew he’d figure out a way to be okay with this. He was the wild one in the group. I took his cock in my hand and stroked it gently.
I reached out to my left and did the same with Kent. I looked up into his face as I took his dick in my hand. His eyes shifted back and forth between the other two guys. He was scared shitless, but he was the hardest so far, and I pumped his cock harder than I did Pike’s. Kent’s head went back and he looked up at the ceiling.
I looked up at Pike again, who was staring right down at me, a slight grin on his face. I couldn’t tell if he was mad or into it, but his dick was hardening in my grip and I knew I’d have it in my pussy at some point. He’d make sure of that, whether to punish me or please me. Either would suffice.
When I looked at Dominic’s dick in front of my face, it had grown a little. He was getting turned on watching me with two other men. I knew he had it in him. I leaned forward and scooped him up, taking his thick, but still quite soft cock in my mouth. It was…I don’t know…gummyish. I liked the smoothness of him and the way my lips squeezed it each time I pulled up.
I heard him gasp and I knew it was on. Soon, he went from quite flaccid to filling my mouth completely in less than a minute. I jerked Pike’s and Kent’s cocks hard as I choked on Dominic. He hit the back of my throat and I gagged a little but fought to not make it known.
I yanked my mouth off of him and his dick bobbed up and down. I turned, took Dominic in my left hand, Kent in my right, and sucked the shit out of Pike’s cock. As his big head shoved past my lips I remembered the feeling of Alé in my hand. He was so fucking huge. I yanked on Dominic, pretending it was Alé.
Pike grabbed my hair and squeezed it at the roots. It fucking hurt but I wanted the pain.
“Yes,” I said as I sucked hard on his cock, sucking like I wanted to pull the cum from its tip.
He groaned.
“That hurts,” he said.
“Good,” I replied as I bit him.
I slid my teeth up and down his cock, grinding him quite hard and I felt him raise up on his toes.
“Fuck,” he said.
The salty taste of his pre-cum leaked onto my tongue and I sucked him harder. I wanted more of it. I wanted to hurt Pike. To punish him for Alé’s meanness.
Dominic groaned and I glanced his way to see him with a hand on Pike’s shoulder, steadying himself, as he got close to coming. I couldn’t help but smile.
I switched again. I turned right, took Pike in my left hand and Dominic in my right, and looked up at Kent for a second.
“Are you sure you want to be in this family?” I asked.
Kent looked down at me, his big hopeful eyes begging for my mouth to give him a try.
“Yes,” he said.
“Yes, what?” I asked.
“Yes, my Dove,” he said.
Pike lau
ghed. I was surprised how at ease he was with this and wondered if that should be cause for concern.
I opened my mouth wide, letting my tongue hang out a little, wet and moist, like I was waiting for a drop of rain to land on it. I smiled and watched him as I let my tongue lick the tip. His eyes went wide again, like a schoolboy getting touched for the first time. That’s practically what he was.
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