Stud Farm: The Delancey Brothers

by Joanna Blake

  He grunted in appreciation as he looked me over.

  As soon as he pressed my body against his bare chest, all my self-consciousness disappeared. He felt so warm… so big and strong. Plus, he couldn't look at me too closely when I was pressed up against him.

  He kissed me, fiddling with his pants. I realized he was opening them, pulling them down a bit.

  "I know, it ain't right. Your first time should be in a bed. But honey, I don't think I can wait."

  I heard the crinkle of a package being torn and realized he was putting on a condom. He must have had one ready in his pocket. I should have been angry at him for being so damn sure of himself.

  Instead, I wondered how many of those things he'd brought with him.

  A lot, I was hoping.

  Chapter Eight

  Clint

  Hmmff… heaven.

  I held the tip of my wrapped cock against her slippery little lips and pressed forward with a groan. Phee was tight as hell, but the work I'd already done to relax her was making it possible to wedge my well above average cock inside her.

  But dear Jesus it was a snug fit!

  This was not the proper way to do things, but it was too late to turn back now. Hell, it had been too late from the first moment I laid eyes on her! I'd been doomed to end up right here, screwing sweet little Pheonyx Delancey on the floor, from the moment we'd met.

  Boots off. Pants on. Condom on.

  But damn the woman was squeezing me like a boa constrictor! I knew I was the first, but I'd never been with a virgin before. And I doubted anyone felt like this. This smooth, or silky, or electrifying.

  She was also so strong from riding. I loved the way her thigh muscles flexed around my hips as I hoisted her up. There- I could get in a little farther this way…

  "Sweet Jesus!"

  Sweat was dripping off my brow as I circled my hips, trying to get a bit further inside her. I was only a few inches in and I already felt like I could pop. I was so turned on, all it would take at this point was a stiff breeze…

  Speaking of stiff, my cock felt like a battering ram, sinking into a pot of honey. Warm, hot and sweet.

  "Easy does it… Christ! I don't want to hurt you, darlin'…"

  I reached down and found her clit, playing with it as I pushed forward. Unfff… that was working. She opened up like a flower, letting me in even more. I'd never felt anything like it. Her wrapped in my arms, our bodies joining together… it was paradise, pure and simple.

  For fuck's sake, it wasn't supposed to feel this good, was it?

  The woman underneath me was melting, stretching to accommodate my girth. I was not a small man, and my cock was big even for my size.

  But if I went nice and easy…

  "Clint."

  I looked down at her beautiful face, vowing to myself that she was mine. That I was keeping her.

  Permanently.

  "Yes, sweetheart?"

  She looked at me, all sweet and innocent and-

  "Hurry."

  "You're sure?"

  She gave me a sexy moan that let me know that she was sure. Damn! Well hell, if the lady wanted me to get a move on, I sure as hell wasn't going to disappoint her.

  I groaned and let my body take over. Even if I wasn't the whole way in, I could get a good rhythm going in the meantime. I slid out and then back in a few times. It was working. In a few minutes I was wedged deep inside her.

  This was what heaven felt like.

  Phee was exceptionally beautiful, her body a perfect specimen of strong but feminine. But that wasn't just it. And it wasn't just that I was the first either.

  It was her. It was Pheonyx Delancey in my arms, calling my name, letting me make her a woman.

  I was damned if I was ever going to let her go.

  "You alright, Phee?"

  "Hmmm hmmm…"

  I was holding back, trying to go slow. I wanted to make it last and be as gentle as I could. It was the hardest damn thing I'd done in my life.

  "You sure now? It's a real tight fit."

  "Yes. But I…"

  "What is it darlin'? You tell me what you want and I'll make it happen."

  "I want to move."

  I grinned, feeling like I'd won the damn lottery. Hell, I knew I had. This perfect, passionate woman wanted me.

  I just had to show her the ropes.

  "Good. That's real good, babygirl. Here, let me show you…"

  I gripped her ass in both hands and pulled out. As I pushed my way back in, I guided her hips towards me in a little circle. And again. And again.

  By the third stroke, she had it. I grit my teeth, trying to hold on to my sanity. Pheonyx Delancey was screwing me like a champ.

  Pheonyx

  "Oh! Oh, oh oh ohhhhh!"

  I was flat on my back on the floor, with Clint above me. He was working himself in and out of my body like a freight train. He was unstoppable.

  Slow, hard and steady.

  The man was literally a machine.

  I tossed my head back and forth as I peaked again. I'd lost count of how many times I'd crested the wave and then shattered. But it wasn't frightening.

  Every single time I shattered, he was right there, holding me, putting me back together again.

  I was different than I'd been an hour ago. I could feel the change. Inside and out. I knew he had altered me, right down to my bones. The way he touched me was tender, and hot, and possessive, all at once.

  I watched him as he rode me. His handsome face was dark with passion, more open somehow, even though his expression was serious. He closed his eyes, straining to keep control. I had that power over him.

  Little. Old. Me.

  He did like the way I looked, after all. He liked everything about me. He told me so again and again as he took me. Twisted me. Turned me inside out and put me right again.

  I lifted my hips to meet him like he showed me.

  I wanted him to show me everything.

  "I want to taste you like you tasted me."

  He froze above me, staring down at me in shock. "Christ!" Then he roared and started bucking like a wild bronco.

  "Oh Pheonyx- oh lord!"

  He plunged into me wild and fast now. I held on for dear life. That's when I felt it. There were new sensations now. And I thought I'd felt everything.

  Clint was growing inside me. I gasped, wondering how the hell that monster could get any bigger. Tingles spread through me as his body spoke to mine in an ancient language.

  I realized I was going to come again.

  And so was he.

  He shouted as his back arched, his hips pinning me to the ground. I felt him pulsing inside me and something primal rose up in me to answer. I felt my body clench down on him, hard, pulling him deeper inside me.

  "Pheonyx!"

  He thrust into me a few more times, grunting like an animal. He slowed down then, but didn't stop until I was done shaking. I was quivering the tiniest bit when he finally went still, softly kissing my lips.

  It was a while before he pulled himself free, gripping the base of the condom and rolling away from me. He didn't leave me alone though. He slid an arm around me while we caught our breath. We lay on the ground, staring up at the ceiling.

  "Clint?"

  He pulled me closer, planting a kiss on the top of my head. I snuggled against his chest, letting my finger trace the long line of hair that disappeared into the top of his unbuttoned jeans.

  "Yes, honey?"

  "I didn't realize you were so religious."

  "What do you mean?"

  "You kept saying 'sweet Jesus'."

  He let out a sharp bark of laughter.

  "Only around you, darlin'. You made me see the light."

  Chapter Nine

  Clint

  "I can do that!"

  I shook my head sternly. I was back in teacher mode. I didn't mind admitting she'd shown me things I'd never experienced either. But I was still the one who needed to look after her.

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nbsp; Phee might be tough in the ring, but right now I was treating her like a delicate rose. A delicate, recently de-flowered rose, so to speak.

  "Let me tend to you darlin'."

  I pressed a washcloth to her sweet little pussy, watching her face. She didn't flinch, which was a good sign. I wanted to have her again, and soon.

  But I was afraid to hurt her.

  Speaking of which…

  "Roll over for me, honey."

  She smiled sleepily and did as I said. Damn if that didn't warm my heart. She was being such a good girl.

  I whistled when I saw her pert little tush. She was so gorgeous from top to bottom. I knew, because I'd already spent ten minutes tickling her toes.

  I gave her red little cheeks a kiss. They were still marked from my spanking earlier in the day. Then I pulled her naked body against me. I was still in my jeans. I would take them off soon, but I had a half a package of rubbers in there, and I wanted them close at hand.

  Besides, there hadn't been time to take them the whole way off before.

  "Are you sore, sweetheart?"

  She glared at me, her hair tousled in long waves over her shoulders. She looked like a fallen angel.

  My fallen angel.

  "You didn't spank me that hard!"

  "No, I meant this…"

  I slid my fingers through her fiery red curls. She made a soft little sound of pleasure as I teased her a bit, dragging my finger up and down the outer edge of her lips.

  "Ohh…. hmmm…"

  I chuckled, deciding to drive her crazy with lust before I had her again. And she had said something about tasting me…

  'Course, if she tried that it would be over before it even started.

  "Just lie back and relax baby. I want to take my time with you."

  Her eyes got wide.

  "This time?"

  I smiled and nodded.

  "Oh yes, honey. We are just getting started on your lessons. Spread your legs for me."

  She blushed prettily as she parted her thighs. I turned on my side and arranged her body to my liking. Arms at her sides. Thighs open. Hair tucked over one shoulder.

  All her sensitive bits were exposed to me.

  And I was going to play.

  I leaned down, fanning my breath over her nipple. I licked around one slowly, then flicked my tongue against it. Just once.

  Then I blew on it.

  She whimpered as I stroked her inner thighs, coming close without touching her sweet little pussy. Not yet. Oh no, my little wildcat was going to have to beg me this time. I wanted her panting and desperate and spelling it out for me, word for word.

  Well, if I could hold out that long.

  I licked my lips and tongued her nipples for a good long while, until she staring rocking her hips. Still, I kept my fingers busy, but just out of reach.

  "Clint!"

  "What is it, Phee?"

  I blew on her nipple again and switched sides.

  "Oh! Can you- oh… please Clint…"

  "Please what, darlin'?"

  "Please can you- do what you did before?"

  "You want my fingers inside you?"

  "Yes…"

  "My tongue?"

  "Uh huh… yes, please."

  I chuckled. She was so polite when I had her on edge. I had to keep this in mind down the road.

  "Anything else?"

  "Yes Clint. I want to taste you - and -"

  Oh lord. My cock jumped in my jeans again. I was ready to fuck her to Kingdom come and back again.

  My voice was husky as I continued my slow exploration of her thighs with my fingertips.

  "What else?"

  "I want you to… oh God, please fuck me!"

  I groaned, loving hearing her talk dirty. I wasn't going to be able to keep this up much longer.

  "In that order?"

  "Any order!"

  I smiled and reached for my jeans. I wasn't going to last long either way. But maybe I could stretch things out a bit…

  She watched hungrily as I kicked my jeans off, licking her lips.

  "Let me taste."

  I pushed her hands away.

  "Later sweetheart. After we shower. You don't want to get spermicide in your pretty mouth."

  She blinked.

  "Oh."

  I rolled a condom over my cock, pinching the tip. I knew I was going to fill it up again. My balls felt hot and heavy as lead.

  I pulled her towards me. She curled into my side but I shook my head, patting my lap.

  "Climb on, sweet thing."

  She looked shocked in the special way only a Southern woman could. I laughed, but not too long. My cock was eager to get on with it.

  "You want me to get on top of you?"

  "Oh yes honey, I most certainly do."

  She chewed her lip nervously but did as I asked. She looked so sweet and shy as she straddled me. And naked. Gloriously naked.

  I stared hungrily at her perfect tatas, finally getting an extended look. Her hair was wild and free, her eyes sparkling, her lips bruised from kissing. Her long, creamy legs were bent, hovering just above me.

  It was the best damn view on God's green Earth.

  That's when I realized it.

  Pheonyx Delancey was the eight wonder of the world.

  And she was mine.

  I gripped her tiny waist and guided her down, holding my cock so that it caught between her lips. I pressed her down a bit, moaning at the feel of her.

  "That's it. Hmmm… yes… Lord you are tight!"

  I groaned as the tip of my cock sunk into her buttery lips. She gasped, looking as surprised as she had the first time. Then she closed her eyes and made a sexy sound that drove me over the edge.

  My cock lurched upwards, like a dog straining to get off its leash. I held as still as I could. I wanted her to do this.

  And I wanted to make sure I didn't hurt her the second time. Twice in a row was a lot for a tiny thing like her. And I'd done a fair bit of pounding out there on the hallway floor.

  So she had to control the pace this time. At first anyway.

  "That's it baby girl. You can do it."

  I rocked my hips gently, thrusting up the tiniest bit. I laid my hands over her breasts and exhaled in pleasure. This was almost too good.

  This girl was my paradise.

  She started moving then, making tiny little bouncing movements. My hands fell away to her thighs so I could watch her body move. Her chest jiggled in the most delicious way each time she went up and down.

  I may have been drooling as she sunk down a little further, making both of us moan. I still wasn't the whole way in, but I didn't want to force it. We'd get there, and I was certainly enjoying the journey. I knew I could help things along by using my strength. Instead, I had a better idea.

  "Lean forward darlin'."

  She did as I asked, resting her hands on my shoulders.

  "Like this?"

  "That's it. Bend your arms for me."

  "But my- oh!"

  I lifted my head and caught her nipple in my mouth, sucking hard. I felt her pussy clench down on me in excitement. I grunted as my cock got squeezed so hard I almost came right then and there.

  I worked my tongue over her nipples, going back and forth. She was rocking back and forth on my cock more frantically now. I grunted in encouragement, too busy to talk.

  Then my fingers snuck down between her thighs and found her button. She started making those sweet sounds she made right before she came. This time she orgasmed almost immediately.

  "Clint! Oh Clint!"

  The sound of my name on her lips was more than I could take. She was starting to come as I flipped her over, driving into her until I was fully embedded.

  "Pheonyx! Sweet lord!"

  Her walls undulated against me as she started to come again. I wrapped her thighs around me and went to town. I lost all control, not going slow and soft like I'd planned.

  Hell no. I was riding hell for leather.

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bsp; Pheonyx was saying my name over and over again, heavily interspersed with the words 'yes' and 'oh yes' and 'oh yes harder please.'

  She and I were of a like mind in that regard. I pounded into her the last few strokes, unable to help myself. She screamed like a wild thing as she came, her body trapping me in a tight grip. I shook like a hurricane as my balls pumped load after load into the condom.

  I hated that condom in that moment. Every cell in my body wanted to be inside her, skin to skin. Every instinct I had told me to make a baby with this beautiful woman.

  To tie her down.

  To keep her.

  For life.

  "Christ woman! Ahhhhh!"

  I spent myself and bent forward, curving my back over her quivering flesh. She was still coming so I stayed put, still hard, not letting her finish. I nipped her neck and used my finger to strum her slit for a few minutes. She screamed again, thrashing beneath me.

  I groaned as she milked my cock for everything I had. I felt like I could come again. Just like that.

  Pheonyx Delancey had made me hard again.

  Pheonyx

  "Come on babygirl, let's hose you down."

  I giggled as Clint carried me into the bathroom. I'd had it done up all girly before I even moved in. A girl needed her glamor space after all.

  Now, I was even happier that I'd done it.

  The huge walk-in shower had room for two. It even had a bench. I wondered what kind of trouble we could get up to in there…

  Then there was the tub. The huge soaking tub might be tight for the two of us, but I was sure we could make do.

  Clint lowered me gently to the ground. He turned on the shower with one hand, using the other to hold me against him. He checked the temperature and grinned at me, guiding me under the warm water.

  I stood in his arms as the warm water washed over us. He murmured to me, asking if I wanted it hotter or cooler, adjusting the temp, kissing me.

  All I wanted to do was touch him. The hard planes of his stomach, his muscular arms, his chest. I kissed the skin there shyly and he chuckled. He was pleased with me, I could tell.

  That had never mattered to me before, with anyone. I'd grown up doing whatever struck my fancy, whenever the urge struck. I'd never thought of myself as spoiled, but maybe I had been a little bit coddled.