“You want this, baby?” I asked him.
With Connor, being that he was younger than me, I had no problem talking dirty to him. I loved being in control of him.
He answered by reaching down, putting his hands under my dress, and grabbing the waist band of my panties on either side. He yanked hard, ripping them off.
It drove me wild.
“Fuck you!” I said.
I didn’t mean that. That’s not what I meant at all but my need for him overtook my senses.
“Huh?” he asked.
“Fuck me,” I said.
That’s what I meant to say the first time.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist.
Connor wasn’t soft. He wasn’t gentle. He usually was. But this was different. He directed himself into me, lining my pussy up right above his cock, his head right at my lips, and then reached up, grabbed both of my shoulders, and shoved me down onto him.
He skewered me. Thank God I was wet because he tore through me, lighting up my insides. It was magnificent.
He went so deep I thought he might bruise my stomach.
And it was fucking brilliant.
Then he spun me around and shoved me against the wooden planks of the barn wall. My head hit it hard and I heard the wall crack a little behind me as his cock shoved even deeper than before.
My body jerked and my hands fought to grip his back, changing positions with each thrust. I was hanging on for dear life as he rammed me against the wall. God he felt good.
“I need you, Connor. I need you, Connor.”
He loved hearing it and dug in deeper with each mention of his name. How could he still drive deeper? I pulled his hair and scratched at his back.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m gonna come,” he said.
I didn’t care. He almost always made me come and sometimes I just had to be the giver. And I wanted to feel him come inside me. Sometimes that alone made me come.
“Do it,” I said.
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I knew what he wanted. Ever since I used the anal beads on him in the cabin, he liked anal attention when he was about to come. I didn’t have beads so I went to plan B.
“Lie down,” I told him.
He pulled out and I watched as his slick, wet cock flopped out and bobbed around as I reached for the blanket and threw it to the ground. He lay back on it and I straddled him, this time taking him deep by my choice. I sunk down on it and bucked my hips, riding my man.
“You still there?” I asked.
“Almost, yeah.”
“Come baby.”
He shoved upwards.
“Give me a daughter, Conner.”
“Oh shit, oh…oh…”
And it was time. I stuck my finger in my mouth and got it wet. I reached down between his legs and felt for his puckered asshole. My finger pressed against it and he moaned harder. He knew what was coming. I pushed my finger inside and he drove up into me hard. I fingered his ass, slowly at first, and then harder.
He loved it.
He went wild, thrusting upward fast and hard, moving at the same pace as my hand.
I pushed a second finger in and buried them all the way to my knuckles.
And he exploded.
“Fuck!” he yelled.
He came hard, shooting up into me, liquid heat filling my insides. And as soon as I felt it something happened inside me. I didn’t come. But close.
Damn close.
My legs shook and a weakness came over me, like an instant fever. I felt drained but in a good way. Exquisite is the only way to describe it. Instant euphoria.
But I didn’t come. And I didn’t need to. It was enough for me that night.
I collapsed on top of Connor and just lay there for a moment, his hard cock softening inside me until it fell out.
We rejoined the rest of the community a few minutes later, just in time to see the end of the play. The boys saw me and waved, grinning from ear to ear. I loved them so much. And as I looked over at Connor, I saw that he did too. He waved back at the two kids on the stage and smiled like a proud father. I wondered how he’d be with a daughter. Would he be the one to finally give me one? Would it be tonight? I hoped.
After the show, we rounded up the kids and were about to head home when things got crazy. If my story begins anywhere, this would probably be it. Everything was great in my life and then suddenly it wasn’t.
“Get the fuck over here!” I heard someone yell.
“Keep them away from the crowd, man. Are you crazy?”
I knew the second voice. It was Alé. My husband. I could sense the sweet nectar in his voice from miles away. He sounded angry.
“Stay with the boys,” I said to Connor.
“What’s going on?”
“Just stay with the boys, please.”
He did as he was told and I broke away from the crowd and headed towards the tree line. Something was wrong and Alé was involved.
The voices were coming from behind the barn.
I rounded the corner to see Alé and Robert, one of the other security members, with guns pointed at two unarmed men. The men had their hands behind their backs. Alé and Robert were forcing them to walk.
“Alé, what is going on?” I asked.
He looked over at me, surprised.
“Mi amor, go back to the house,” he said.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking these two to the jailhouse.”
“Is this how you treat guests?” one of the strangers asked.
I couldn’t see his face. It was too dark.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“He’s a piece of shit,” Alé said. “They both are. We caught them spying on you all from the trees, watching you and waiting for the chance to attack.”
“No, that is not true,” the second stranger said.
“Silence,” Robert ordered.
“Fuck you,” the first stranger said.
Alé slammed the barrel of his rifle against the man’s head. The blow was hard and the stranger stumbled and fell to his knees. Robert shined a flashlight on him and I saw him for the first time.
Even with blood running from the fresh cut above his eye, he was hot. And I don’t mean hot the way a teenage girl talks about her favorite pop star. I mean this guy was gorgeous. His blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he had a beard, not a full Grizzly Adams, but several days’ unshaven kind of beard.
He wore a dirty blue sweater and a black leather biker vest. He looked like a Viking wearing a motorcycle gang cut.
“I didn’t…realize…how violent you’d be,” the man said.
“Oh that was nothing,” Alé said.
“Stop it, dammit!” I shouted at Alé, surprising even myself.
By this time there was a small crowd behind me. Samantha was standing by my side and Twyla was right behind us. Three of the seven were on hand.
Robert moved his flashlight beam over to the second guy and I got a good look at him as well. He wasn’t handsome like the first. He wasn’t ugly either. He was just…there, with scraggly brown hair in desperate need of shampooing.
“What are your names?” I asked.
“I’m Harrison,” the second guy said. “And this is my buddy, Pike.”
Pike. The Viking had a name.
“We came up the mountain looking for you,” Harrison added. “I mean, I think it’s you we were looking for. You’re the lady supreme camp right?”
The lady supreme camp. That was the first time I’d ever heard us referred to in that way.
“I guess that would be us.”
“Lauren, stop talking to them, please. It’s not safe,” Alé begged.
I held up a hand to politely and quietly tell him to shut up.
“Harrison and Pike,” I said. “And you came here looking for us? Why?”
“We have never been with real women,” Harrison said.
I didn’t care to h
ear Harrison talk. I wanted the other guy, Pike, to say something. He didn’t. He was clearly angry.
Real women. What did that even mean?
“Listen,” I said to them both. “Our rules state that any outsiders who show up unannounced should be taken to our jailhouse. It’s not an uncomfortable place. You’ll be given access to a bathroom and a cot with a pillow and blanket. You’ll be fed. You’ll need to stay there temporarily until we sort this out.”
“Yes,” Harrison said. “We would love to stay wherever you want to put us. Just please don’t sent us back out there to the woods. It’s been a long and tedious journey.”
Pike just looked at me, his eyes finding mine and fixing themselves on them. I couldn’t see the color of his but something about his stare was icy and I felt drawn to the coldness. Pike didn’t say a word. But he nodded at me. And I thought maybe I saw the hint of a smile, but just at the corner, as if his lips were telling a little secret that only half his mouth was privy to.
Alé and Robert whisked the two men off to the jailhouse.
“What do you make of that?” Samantha asked me.
What did I make of it? I didn’t know. We’d had unexpected visitors before. Some had stayed and were now fellows. It was rare but it happened. But these two men were different.
“Don’t let Bethany see the blond one,” Twyla said. “That’s quite the fish for this little pond.”
“Yeah,” was all I could say.
I felt slightly stunned for some reason, caught off guard by the arrival of our new guests. Or were they something else?
“Or perhaps he’s the perfect guy for little Jessica,” Twyla added. “Sure beats Gavin.”
Sure did.
Later that night, Connor was exhausted. We lay in bed and spooned. I loved the feel of his heavy, muscular arm draped over me. His chiseled chest against my back, his flaccid member against my ass, and his breath on the back of my neck felt like home. I was home.
As Connor snored softly behind me, I couldn’t get the stranger’s eyes out of my mind. He’d stared at me as if looking straight through me, deep into my soul, with the intention to judge me for all that I am.
What did that mean? Why had he glared at me like that? And most importantly, why were my thoughts on him when I had Connor behind me and two other men asleep down the hall. Alejandro was just a couple of doors down and Bentley one down from that.
Still, the man was in my thoughts. There was something about him. He was big, strong, wild in a way. Handsome. He was definitely handsome.
I needed him out of my mind.
I reached behind me and found Connor’s limp member. I cupped his balls in my hand and gently ran my thumb over them. It didn’t take long for it to spring back to life, stiffening against my wrist.
He’d fucked me so good earlier in the night and here I was ruining his sleep to quench my starvation for his cock. Nothing makes you a nymphomaniac like three hot husbands always at the ready.
Other than availability, the unspoken jealousy that ran through the house always kept things hot. And Connor wasn’t one to disappoint. The man could fuck any hour of the day and only needed a few minutes to cool off before he’d be ready again.
I slid my hand away from his balls and wrapped it around his dick. I dug my fingernails into the underside and heard him moan.
He didn’t say a word. He knew the routine. This wasn’t the first time I’d woken him up like this. He rolled onto his back and put his hands up above his head. He knew how I wanted it in the middle of the night. No foreplay. I just wanted to fuck.
I think my pussy had gotten wet sometime between thinking about the stranger and reaching back to palm my husband. By this time I was soaked.
Through the slots of the window blinds a bluish light shone in, revealing Connor’s amazing form lying back and ready, his cock fully erect and just standing there, waiting for me.
I rolled over and climbed on top of him. With my left hand I pinned his hands above his head.
He didn’t say a word. He knew better.
With my right hand I helped him slide into me and then I went crazy. The bed squeaked and I didn’t care if the whole house heard me. If the other guys heard, they’d just want to fuck me harder on their night. Our life was a competition and I was always the prize.
Connor bit his bottom lip and remained silent but he was awake. I couldn’t see his eyes but I knew they were open, watching me, and as I looked down at myself, I liked the way my tits shook in the moonlight. My nipples were so hard and I knew Connor had his eyes glued on me as I devoured his cock.
I fucked him and fucked him, not once wanting him to roll me over. I wanted to ride him. I wanted to be in control of how deep he went and I wanted him deep.
I rode him, trying to fuck the memory of the stranger away. Thinking of him was wrong when I was a married woman. But you didn’t see the way he looked at me. I couldn’t get that out of my mind.
So I kept riding Connor, fucking him, and I wouldn’t stop until I came. I was close. Connor tried to move his arms, probably to grab my waist, but I shoved them down hard against the mattress.
“Don’t move, baby,” I said. “Let me handle this.”
As I leaned forward to keep his hands down, he hit the spot, and I gasped.
“OOOh fuck, ohhh shit, Connor.”
I slammed myself back against him, down onto him, pulled forward, then backed into him again. And again. And again.
“Ohhh shit,” I yelled.
And through the slots in the window I suddenly imagined the stranger, Pike was his name, watching me, staring at me like he had earlier as I rode my husband’s dick.
For some reason that turned me on even more.
And I fucked my husband.
I fucked my man while thinking of another.
And it poured out. I came. I came and gasped and yelled and fell onto his chest.
And the stranger faded from memory.
The next day was my personal day, my day off from my husbands. And I thanked God it was because I was sore when I woke up. I rolled out of Connor’s bed and left him there asleep as I pulled on a robe and headed to the bathroom. There, under the hot shower stream, the stranger came back to me. His eyes again. I decided I needed to go see him. He’d be in the jailhouse and I, being one of the seven, would be expected to go talk to him and find out his attentions. Oh and the other guy too. I’d forgotten there were two of them.
I left the house early to avoid running into any of the guys. Alé was still asleep after his long night with the new arrivals. Connor was passed out in his bed. Bentley, however, was in the kitchen with the kids, sipping his coffee. I kissed him good morning and told him I had to go meet the rest of the seven for a morning recap of the events that took place the evening before.
He didn’t doubt me. He had no reason to. I was always very open with my husbands. And I’d just lied.
Why had I lied?
Was I doing something wrong? Did I have bad intentions? No, I didn’t. I was sure of it. I just needed to make sure our community was safe and that these two strangers weren’t spies for the Venenum or something even worse.
It was just after seven o’clock in the morning when I made my way to the jailhouse so most of the town was still asleep or in their homes.
The town jail was only used in cases like our current one, when unexpected guests showed up out of the tree line and we didn’t know what else to do with them. And occasionally, but very rarely, someone in town would get a little too intoxicated and need to be confined for the evening. That had only happened twice that I could remember. Most of the time the Doves just dragged their drunken fellows home to their beds.
Alcohol was almost banned at one point but even the Doves enjoy their wine and who doesn’t like the aggression of a drunken man from time to time? As long as it doesn’t become an unwanted case of whiskey dick, right?
The jailhouse was really just a barred up room at the back of the town security building.
When I entered, the security officer in charge, Jack, stood and greeted me with a hug. I hate to sound like a jerk but I secretly loved the way fellows behaved whenever a Dove was around, especially one of the Original Seven. We were definitely queens in their eyes.
“Hi, Lauren, it’s so good to see you,” Jack said. “Is everything okay? What brings you in?”
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