His tongue, with little fanfare, slid inside her.
As the man licked and kissed at the woman’s many sensitivities, the sun dipped over the horizon completely and darkness swallowed the two. Pinpricks of light from above illuminated them, the many stars that could be seen from Remlow Creek’s remote location offering just enough for their bodies to resolve as shapes, as curves and lines, the suggestions of feminine and masculine forms working to mutual pleasure in the night. Everything else fell away. Nate ceased to be the rich businessman escaping his responsibilities for a time, ceased to even be concerned with the tiny rural corner he had set up here for himself. Barb stopped being the one-woman mystery who had followed him, however accidentally, into this tiny little town, was no longer the one-night-stand who persisted beyond the one night.
She was the taste on his tongue, the heat against his lips. The harsh bark of panting breath from somewhere up above. The tight scrape of fingernails against his scalp.
To her, he had become the talented flick of a limber tongue, the rich, harsh sensation of teeth running along the hood of her clit. He was suckling lips and masculine grunts of exertion. Fingernails on her thighs, hands grabbing her ass, lifting her cunt closer to him. He was the pleasure roiling and climbing upward through her hips.
Though alone, Barb still felt a pressure to remain quiet, the fear of being caught like this, by a stranger, at least, enough to keep her lips clasped shut, resorting to mewling whimpers of sensation instead of the full-throated moans she would have preferred. This task was harder than it seemed, made so by Nate’s incessant skill, his stimulation a constant throb between her legs that built and built and never faltered. The man did not give up his assault for even a moment, licking and sucking, sliding his fingers into her, so that Barb came, hard and quickly, her thighs clenching about his head.
Her own head tilted back and, through the cover of the trees, she could indeed see the stars, quaking in time with her orgasmic shudders.
When she came down, and Nate rose to his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Barb kept her fingers running idly through his hair, the motions affectionate and tired, after the sheer intensity of her orgasm. Catching her breath, slowly but surely, she guided him back to his feet and hooked those same fingers into his belt, drawing him closer. As she fiddled with the buckle, undoing it in a few quick motions, Barb looked up at Nate.
“Hey, maybe I’m just horny, but…” She paused here, sliding his underpants down and pulling his cock, already hardening even before she got it in her hands, out into the cool night air. Barb nodded up the hill, toward the Hard Tack. “You got any cowboy clothes up in that old-timey saloon building up there? I’ve got this fantasy—”
Perhaps there was a set of circumstances in which Nate would have questioned this, maybe asked for some additional details. In those circumstances, there would have been a conversation the two would have had about that. Such circumstances were definitively not the sort where Barb slid his cock into her mouth, sucking gently at his throbbing tip.
“Ah, someone’s interested,” Barb grinned, her tongue moving a slow, rewarding circle around Nate’s shaft. “Bring Leo along? I see you blinking, you’re gonna hesitate at that? You’ve already seen him and me.”
She was right, of course; though Nate wasn’t averse to threesomes in a general sense, let alone ones with two men, but Leo? The one man he would have to spend his days with once all this was over and Barb had gone back home?
But through it all, bearing down on the doubts and quashing what might perhaps be Nate’s better judgment, was Barbara’s talented mouth, working at him even as he mulled it over. He was helpless, in the thrall of the pretty, pregnant woman. He placed one hand on top of her head.
“Yeah, I think I can fix that up for you.”
Chapter 6
In the end, the two of them settled on spending the next day together. For Nate, if Leo could shut down the Hard Tack for a while to get laid, then surely the two of them, cumulatively, could justify doing the same.
By the time Barb came by, he had dressed himself as she had requested— hardy, long-sleeved clothes, leather boots, the sort of thing that would make him stick out like a sore thumb in New York, but that practically served as camouflage here. Leo had even rustled up a hat, though he wore it in a distinctly self-effacing way, leaning against the counter beside the Hard Tack’s owner as the blond city woman entered and closed the door behind her.
“Ma’am,” Leo tipped his hat, and Nate resisted the urge to slap it off of his head. He settled for rolling his eyes, even as Barb began to giggle, leaning over the counter.
“My oh my, partner,” she said, and grinned as both men looked, almost instinctively, down her shirt at the generous heft of her breasts. “Ain’t you looking handsome today?”
“Hi Barb,” Nate said, his words lilting and drawn out. The blond woman winked back, then stood aside and raised her hands, framing the image of the two men behind the counter, clad in their old west regalia, as though they had stepped out of an old Clint Eastwood movie. A smile, perhaps a tad amused, curled the corners of her mouth, but there was a blush to her cheeks that could not be denied. Nate could see, looking in her eyes as she looked at them, some mercurial little fantasy being fulfilled.
“Okay. That’s perfect. Don’t move, you two.”
She approached them slowly, as though afraid that moving too fast would unsettle the scene before her and ruin the fantasy before it could come to completion. Wordlessly, holding their gaze with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, Barbara slipped around the counter and between the two men. For a moment she stood there, expression oozing pure sex, before she reached up and plucked the hat from Leo’s head, lowering the thick-brimmed thing slowly onto her own, tilting it to an angle that was, somehow, suggestive. Putting one hand on the counter, Barb lowered herself to her knees and installed herself in the hollow space below it, looking up at Nate and Leo expectantly.
“Well? Come here, boys,” She purred, licked her lips. Leo stepped forward first, almost immediately, being led near literally by his dick, and he was rewarded with Barb’s lips clasped around that same dick a few seconds later, the buckle of his belt dangling about his hips. Nate stood back, waiting his turn, but Barb crooked a finger, gestured to beckon him forward without taking Leo out of her mouth. As she continued to bob on his friend’s dick, Barb reached over and undid Nate’s pants, transferring her sucking mouth from Leo to him, balancing Nate on her tongue for a moment to speak up.
“I don’t know if you closed the store up or what, boys,” she said, her words slurred by the cock in her mouth, “but I’d be quiet if I were you. Don’t want to give the game away.”
As it transpired, both men had had the foresight to ensure the Hard Tack would be closed for now, but that didn’t stop the situation from playing out strangely to them anyway. Both Nate and Leo had spent so much time behind this very counter, serving customers or watching through the window as one or the other of them tended to the horses outside, that to receive a blowjob at it seemed unnatural, an upending of a routine that had come to define their time here. Not that either of them were complaining about this, as the beautiful pregnant blond knelt before them, stroking and sucking, switching her attentions from one to the other with a smooth, practiced grace. As she slid her mouth down one shaft, her hand wrapped around the other, masturbating the throbbing rod slickly through a lubricating sheen of saliva. Just before the latter began to feel neglected she would switch, swallowing it while jacking the other, her sense of timing unerring and perfect.
But, for however long she knelt there, whatever the level of intensity with which Barb fellated them, she never let either man come.
Oh, she could tell, by the throbbing of their members and the tension in their muscles, when it was about to happen, but each such signal only prompted her to back off and prolong things; a cock on the edge of orgasm could expect to be relegated to the soft touches of Barbara’s hand, while i
ts owner gripped the counter tightly and perhaps murmured a request for more below. Barb would only ever laugh in response, the sound huffing and choked, as she sucked off the other man.
“Do we have to carry you upstairs or what, Barb?” Leo asked, his voice strained and a tad desperate, after both had lost count of the number of times this teasing game had been played on them. ‘Come on, now!’
“I wouldn’t mind that,” she giggled in response, and reached up with both her hands. Without needing to be told, Nate and Leo grabbed one each and, carefully, hauled the pregnant woman back to her feet, whereupon she was duly hefted bodily off of those same feet by two needy, enthusiastic men. Pregnancy had made her somewhat ungainly, but between them, Nate and Leo were able to carry the giggling, squirming woman upstairs and, for the first time, through into Nate’s bedroom, the Hard Tack’s master bedroom. A room fit for what was about to transpire.
They began stripping Barb of her clothes before even reaching the bed, dragging down her skirt as the three of them awkwardly marched their way toward the mattress, setting the woman down only when she was fully naked. Nate descended upon her first, taking one large, pink nipple in his mouth as he guided Barb onto her back, and himself between her legs. Leo circled, predatory and interested, part watching, part looking for an opening. Barb’s legs parted automatically to the pressure of a hot, wanting male body atop her, and already hard and teased as he was, Nate slid easily inside her, up to the hilt in her tight, wet hole. Maternal hormones had turned Barb sensitive, and she gasped at the intrusion, her back arching.
“Yee-ha!” She laughed, the sound devolving into a moan as Nate began to move within her. Hungry eyes looked to Leo as he crawled onto the bed beside her head, offering his erection to her once more. Barb opened her mouth without a second thought, and allowed the younger man to push between her lips, groaning formlessly around him as Nate, her strange contradiction, her rich little cowboy with his own little ranch store, scythed his hips in fast, forceful motions. Speed borne of lust, of teasing, of a simple need to enjoy her with Leo, three friends working toward mutual pleasure.
The two men worshiped her pregnant body, running lips and hands over the curves maternity had given her, running tickling touches across sensitive skin until the woman between them squirmed and cried out senselessly, that beautiful, heavy body wracked with orgasmic spasms. She came, and having come once, found herself deeply receptive to climax, orgasms coming quickly and plentifully as Nate played with her clit and Leo reached down to fondle her breasts. Shivering, sucking, fucked and fucking in turn, Barb closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation of having two handsome men focusing their attentions entirely on her.
At the first spurting heat of Nate’s climax within her, Barbara gasped and undulated her hips, her pussy squeezing down on his pulsating shaft, milking the seed from him as he grunted and pushed into her as deeply as he possibly could. Furiously, she bobbed her head on Leo’s member, running her tongue into all the sensitive places she could remember from their previous dalliance, urging him to come along with them, pleading with her big blue eyes for him to fill her mouth, let her taste it, please…
He tipped his head back as he released, Barb’s tongue fluttering across the head of his cock as his cream spurted onto it, swallowing eagerly. For a glorious, burning moment the three of them hung in orgasm together, connected and trembling, consumed with pleasure. Releasing such tension came with a deep exhalation of breath from the trio, an almost simultaneous flop onto the bed, loose limbed and exhausted. There was silence, broken by the panting of people in satisfied exhaustion, the bed creaking as they moved, just slightly, closer to one another.
It came to Leo first, then, that this might be the last time they got to do any such thing; Nate would have to return to the city eventually, if only temporarily, and Barb herself was only here on vacation. She would leave with the most permanence of any of them, and if they didn’t get some form of concrete contact with her before she did, she might just be gone for good. Actually opening his mouth to ask, however, was harder than he thought it would be, as though he were admitting to some difficult thing, some nascent emotional tie that, in the shadow of their first threesome, had been tenuously forged and could just as easily be broken.
“So, I’ve been thinking,” Barb injected into that silence, stopping Leo before he could say even one word. “This place, Remlow Creek? Maybe it’s a good place to raise a kid.”
“Why is that the first place you go after we just fucked your brains out, girl?” Nate pulled himself up onto one elbow, though not without effort, his body still tired from what they had just done. When Barb moved to reply, she did so by sitting almost completely upright, leaning in to kiss first Nate, then Leo, on the mouth, tenderness flowing from the gesture at such an intensity that, when she pulled away, both men were blushing. She kept one hand on each of the recumbent men, tousling their hair fondly.
“Because,” she said, with the air of someone coming to a decision that would influence a large part of her life going forward. “Right now, I just can’t stop thinking about the people in it, Mister Hawke. Maybe I come back out, once I’ve, you know, stopped being pregnant.”
Nate and Leo looked at each another, and then back to Barb. They both nodded, solemnly, the common receivers of a shared understanding.
After all, Remlow Creek did have a habit of keeping the people who came there.
THE END
Bonus 15 of 20
Ménages des Freres (Threesome of Brothers)
Description
In public life, Richard and Aaron share a billion-dollar enterprise in Manhattan. They have been stepbrothers and best friends for nearly twenty years now and have shared plenty of women who can't resist their big bucks and great looks. They have become accustomed to having the same women in their private life as doms. But when Aria, a childhood friend of theirs, shows back up in town, this is one woman neither wants to share. She is a firecracker and has been featured in both men's wet dreams from a young age. The problem is, she likes both of them too. Her appearance soon sets the two up against each other until they are forced to come together to save her from an ex she came home to escape.
Chapter 1
***Richard***
I ran my fingers through my dirty blonde hair as I knocked back a lite beer. My eyes kept drifting to the double French doors that led out to the large backyard where I, my family and my friends were gathered for Sunday football. It was always a tradition if the Giants were still in the running for us all to gather at the home I grew up in.
But this time was going to be a little different, at least I thought so. I had gotten a phone call out of the blue, a couple of weeks before, from a girl that my stepbrother and I used to hang out with when we were kids. Her name was Aria, and if my memory served me right, she was the most stunningly beautiful person in the entire world. That’s at least how I felt when I was thirteen.
She was supposed to be back in town. So, I had invited her to come to the party, hoping to finally spark something up between us. But deep down, I knew Aaron, my stepbrother, was going to be out to get her for himself as well.
"What has you on edge?" Aaron asked, slapping me playfully on the back. Aaron had always been the athletic one, the hot one, the outgoing one, with his ripped, tan body and dark hair. I had always been seen as the smart one and the nice one, though I had grown into my looks a bit as I got older.
In adulthood, our brotherly dynamic worked well for us. We had been able to start up a multibillion dollar company together. Aaron handled the schmoozing while I took care of the finances and the great ideas. It was perfect. Aaron had been a built-in business partner and best friend, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be a little competitive with him.
"Nothing at all," I responded, not wanting to give away anything. "I think I just need another beer. How’s our team doing?" I asked ,reaching down to pull another can out of the cooler. Billionaire or not, nothing beat the refreshing taste
and manliness of a can of cheap beer.
"They're barely hanging onto their lead. It's nearly the end of the first quarter. I'm holding out for them though," Aaron said, boxing the air with enthusiasm. He was always moving and laughing; a playful guy that couldn’t help but get you in the mood for a party.
But when Aaron stopped, his eyes glued in the direction of the door, I knew just what it must mean. I forgot all about the just opened beer in my hand and the game, when I turned to face her.
She had just come out into the yard, and she was greeting our parents in the distance with her bright smile. She was even more perfect than I had expected.
Her hair was still long and wavy and the color of the deepest, darkest night. It had a great contrast to her pale skin which looked as delicate as porcelain like the sun had never touched it. A red sun dress hugged her curvy body tightly, and she walked with the air of royalty, slow and purposeful, as she greeted everyone at the party as if she had never left town after junior college.
I hoped my jaw wasn’t on the floor as she came toward me, her amber eyes glowing with anticipation.
She came right up to me and wrapped her arms around me in a warm embrace. I quickly set my beer down and recovered from the shock of her touch and returned the hug. I wonder how smooth I looked to my brother now. I was the first one she came to see.
"Thank you for inviting me," she whispered in my ear with her bell of a voice, having to get up on her tip toes to reach me. I smiled at her as she pulled away, and I knew at that moment more than ever that I had to make her mine.
Chapter 2
***Aaron***
I watched in annoyance as my little brother put his hands on the woman I had been obsessed with since I was eight years old and couldn’t believe he hadn’t mentioned that she would be coming to the party. I hadn't seen her in more than five years now, and until this moment, when I saw her walk into my parents' backyard, I thought I had lost her forever.
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