by Tammy Goaren
“Oh, promises,” Nina said, feeling more bold than ever. Maybe it was because of the fact that she knew that these men desired her, or maybe it was the fact that she had already made one of them cum inside her already. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that she was still high from her orgasm, and yet, she could already feel another one building up inside her, the burn just beginning again. She cried out, hips pressing against his as he drilled his cock deeper into her.
“Talk it up all you want, Gutierrez,” Adams said, and she watched as he was steadily stroking himself through his pants, pumping himself to keep himself primed for when his turn came around. “But I'm the one that's going to fill her to the brim, and you know it.” He smirked at her as Gutierrez kept fucking her, hitting that sweet spot that made her eyes roll from how good it felt.
“Boys,” she chided breathily as Gutierrez brought his hand between them to stroke her already over sensitive clit. “No need to fight over me,” she rocked her hips, the already there cum squirting out and trekking sluggishly down the cleft of her ass as they continued to fuck. She was already soaking wet before Johnson had even started, and they knew it, but it was still nice to have control of her pleasure, of filling her with their cum and stretching her as wide as possible with their cocks.
“That's it,” he said as his angled his hips to keep hitting her clitoris as he pulled his hand away from it. “You take it, you take it all the way, Nina,” she wailed as she tossed her head back, rocking her hips in time to meet with his as they continued to fuck. She cried out as his hands both came up to stimulate her breasts, her arms jutting out behind her to keep her held up as they continued. “You like that? You like the way I'm taking you with my dick?” He slammed his cock even harder and harder against her until she was actually being pushed back on the table from the force of his hips snapping against hers. She looked like she was about to cry with frustration. “You're already so wet from us,” he groaned, his head falling onto his chest as he focused on fucking her, on bringing himself to orgasm.
“My, my, Nina,” he purred as his hips snapped particularly rough against her. “You're practically begging for my cock, aren't you? Go on, beg for your orgasm, Nina!”
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, yes, oh, please-!” She caved to his demands instantly, as she was ready to say or do anything if it meant that she would get a second orgasm out of it; she had never cum twice in a row from sex, and she desperately wanted to feel it, to ride that high that she had never experienced before. She wailed and threw her head back, her hair whipping behind her from the sudden motion.
She gasped and arched her back as he found that stroke that sent her careening off of the edge a second time. The sensation was so overwhelmingly powerful to her that for a few moments, even though her eyes had closed, she saw stars behind her eyelids. Gutierrez rode out the clenching of her orgasm with impressive stamina, not even slowing down from the effort. That just wouldn't do, she thought as she arched into his thrusts. She needed to feel him fill her to the brim with his cum on top of Johnson's.
Finally, he couldn't hold out any longer, and he was filling her with his seed, too. She gasped at how full she felt from both men's cum inside of her, but she still didn't feel like she wanted to stop – she wanted all three of them to fill her, and she was going to get it no matter what. As Gutierrez pulled out of her and went back by where Johnson was, she felt some of their cum trickle out of her, following the path that some of the already expelled cum had taken down the cleft of her ass.
She was allowed a moment to gulp down some air, to get her bearings before Adams approached her, his engorged, thick, and incredibly long cock springing out from his opened pants. She gulped audibly as she eyed his dick, and wondered if it would all fit inside her. No wonder they had told her that he was going to split her in half with his cock – it was enormous! Her eyes widened as he stepped close enough to grip her hips.
“You didn't honestly think they were exaggerating when they said I was going to split you in half, did you?” He asked her, lining up his cock at her entrance as she tried not to suck in a breath an hold it, knowing that it wouldn't help her if she did anyway. She moaned as he entered her, hips jerking erratically as though she was trying to spur him into giving in to his wants and fucking her brains out. That thought ended when he actually started to push into her, and she whimpered at how stretched she felt, and he wasn't even fully seated inside her yet! How was she going to manage to fit the rest of it in if she was already struggling to fit him inside her? “Oh, no,” he purred as he ground his hips deeper into her. “I'm not done with you yet. It'll take some time, but I'll fit inside you, don't you worry.”
“Oh,” she panted from the effort it took to adjust and stretch to accommodate his length. “Please, please, I'm so close, I need it, I need all of it in me, please,” she whined low in her throat as he finally seated all of himself inside of her. The pleasure was just on the right side of pain, and she relished in it. Evidently, she was so lost to pleasure and stimulation after coming twice now that she couldn't form anything but pleas and begging.
“That's it,” he said as he squeezed her hips firmly. He rocked his hips against hers, not pulling out, but pushing in that little bit more. She cried out from how completely full she felt, and she certainly felt like she was being split in half by how deep his cock was inside of her. “I'm going to give you a little time to adjust to me. I know it's a lot to take in,” he said as he continued to rock his hips so that he stayed fully seated inside her but allowed him to still get some friction. “Trust me when I say that you're going to need that extra time.”
“Ah,” she panted. “I'm so full, I feel so full right now.” She spread her legs a little bit to try and make it more bearable more quickly, but it was growing difficult to not move. His cock squelched some more of the semen inside of her out onto the table, and she was quite certain that there was a puddle of it where she was sitting. “I need you to move,” she rocked her hips back against his, earning her a surprised gasp from him. “Now.” He didn't need to be told twice, it would seem; without any other warning, he set a grueling pace for her, faster and harder than either of the previous two men had been. The friction had been enough to push her back on the table, and he must have sensed it, because he cupped her ass and brought her even closer, drilling his cock even further into her and making her wail.
“Fuck, yes,” he said as he pounded into her. “Take it like that, Nina, just like that,” He angled his hips, and it was all she could do to not scream in pleasure from the way that, seemingly impossibly, she began to feel her third orgasm build inside her, steering her higher and higher toward her peak yet again. Somehow, it was getting easier and easier to orgasm, and the high from each of them was only building on top of one another.
“Now,” her voice was already hoarse from her cries and pants. “Please, pound your cock in me hard and fast, I don't care whose it is, but I need to cum!” She grabbed at his shoulders to try and ground herself once more as he continued to pound into her. Her body writhed under the attentions of the three men, and she wanted the coil in her to snap so thoroughly that she would be ruined for everything after that. It felt so good to be stretched by someone so big and thick as Officer Adams continued to pound her, his hands still cupping her ass and squeezing the flesh there until she was sure there would be bruises.
“You like it like that?” He asked as he kneaded her ass cheeks with his hands as he continued to pound his dick into her.
“Ah, ah, yes, just like that, ah-!” She let out a yelp of surprise, and her back arched into the pleasure that was just shy of pain from his cock and his hands. “Yes, I want it, I need it, all of it, yes, yes!”
“Yes,” he ground out as he snapped his hips against her, his cock hitting a spot that she didn't even know that she had. She cried out, nails digging into his flesh as he kept on fucking her. “Yes, that's right, you're about to get my load deep inside you,” he grit his teeth and pushed even har
der against her. “I'm about to cum all up inside you!” He called out and with one, two, three more thrusts, he spilled inside of her. The cum that was already there being pushed out of her by how intensely he was filling her with his seed. And she took it all greedily, loving how hot each spurt was. The sensation was enough to have her topple over for the third and last time, her hoarse cry nearly silent because of how much she had expended her voice over her moans and pleas.
He didn't stay inside her any longer than the other officers had, but Johnson had procured a towel to clean herself and the table with, which she took with a whispered, 'thank you,' before she cleaned herself, and wiped any evidence of their encounter away.
“Officers,” came a voice from outside. “Nina Palmers has just had her bail paid for, and her ride is here to take her home. Just thought I should let you know so that she can get ready to leave.”
“Well,” Johnson said as she started to get dressed again. “It seems we won't be enjoying your company anymore, then, Miss Palmers.”
“Believe me, I won't be coming to jail again,” she said as she straightened. “But perhaps I'll see you guys around sometime, in a less clinical setting?” She said, tossing them a wink as she walked back out. “That was the most thorough cavity search that I've ever been a part of, after all.”
STORY TWENTY-NINE
Chapter 1
Andy finished brushing down his black mare, patting her neck and whispering sweet things in her ear.
“You’re doing just fine, girl.”
Her leg injury had cleared up remarkably over the past week, and she was almost ready to ride again. The mare, Jodie, was old man Toussaint’s oldest horse. He’d had her for longer than he owned the ranch where Andy worked with Toussaint’s daughter, Elizabeth. Liz.
Andy looked over to her, where she stood in the stable door. She was staring off at something, and Andy let himself enjoy the view. Her shorts were just short enough, her legs long and brown. Liz and Toussaint were from Louisiana, and she definitely had the Creole look. Her skin took in so much sun light, and it had darkened over the summer months. She loved to ride, to let her dark hair stream out behind her.
Maybe Liz sensed Andy’s gaze, because she turned slowly to look at him. Her mouth had a small quirk to it, and she gestured for him to come over.
“The new one looks like he’s doing all right,” she said, pointing off at the new hire. Carlos. He was breaking a colt, one of the other new additions to the ranch. He was still working on building trust, keeping his hands on the colt and reassuring it, getting ready to lead it around the enclosure. Liz’s appreciation of his shirtless chest wasn’t lost on Andy, and Andy couldn’t help but stare as well. “He ain’t bad.”
“No, not at all,” Andy agreed easily. Liz trailed a finger across her lower lip, and Andy got a pretty good idea about what she was thinking. Boss’s daughter or not, Andy recalled several moments that they had shared together in the past. And several that had lasted longer than a few moments.
“You think he’d consider, you know…?” Liz asked, that same sly smile on her face.
“Well, there’s only a few ways to find out,” Andy replied. “None of which you should try with your dad hanging around.” He nodded towards where old man Toussaint stood, also watching Carlos work with the colt. After Carlos had successfully led the colt around the full length of the enclosure, he shook hands with Toussaint. The old man gestured towards where Liz and Andy stood, and Carlos started walking over.
“How y’all doing?” he asked, his accent thicker than Andy had expected. “My name’s Carlos, and I’m gonna’ be working with y’all this year.”
“You look like you know what you’re doing with that colt,” Liz said, taking his hand and shaking it. Andy offered his own hand, finding Carlos’s to be warm and strong. A good, firm grip.
“I’m Andy, and this is Liz.” He looked into Carlos’s brown eyes, searching for any indication that the new guy was in any way interested in some fun. Liz was definitely keyed up, her chest sticking out. She played with her hair, and it seemed that she was also looking for a reaction from him. “Where you from, Carlos?”
“Here and there. Around. I worked with the rodeo for a while, but couldn’t keep getting injured, if you know what I mean.” Carlos still had a smile on his face, and barely seemed fazed by Liz’s body language. Andy saw him look, but the man’s gaze never lingered too long. Andy recognized the look. Liz was the boss’s daughter, and Carlos was too smart to want to screw up this new opportunity.
He barely listened as Liz asked more questions about the rodeo. Andy had never been too fond of rodeo cowboys, with their flashiness and egos, but Carlos seemed genuine enough. He waited until the conversation died off before taking the initiative.
“Carlos, my man. Here’s the thing.” He licked his lips before continuing, already feeling the anticipation of sleeping with a new lover. Maybe it was too premature, but Andy couldn’t help it. “Liz and I were wondering if you might want to have a bit of fun. Nothing serious, it’s just well…things around here can get a bit dull from time to time, so we like to spice things up. No pressure, but we wanted to know if you’d like to join us sometime.”
Carlos blinked, disbelief slowly fading. “For sex,” he said. Liz giggled at the bluntness, but she nodded.
“We have an arrangement, me and Andy,” she said, tucking her hair behind an ear. “No jealousy, no dating, just sex. And there’s always room for a third…if you’re interested, that is.” Liz’s cheeks filled up with color, and Andy couldn’t help but just smile at her. She laughed again, but brought her hand up to cover her mouth. They both watched Carlos, waiting for his response.
A thousand things crossed over his face, but eventually he shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m…flattered, I guess, but well…I don’t think that’s something I’d want to do. Sorry, but, well, you know…” He let out a small laugh.
“No worries, my friend,” Andy said, clapping the other man on the shoulder. “We just wanted to ask.”
“And let us know if you change your mind,” Liz added.
Carlos thanked them awkwardly and then retreated. Liz sighed, a frown began spreading across her face.
“We could fool around a bit on our own,” Andy offered, but Liz just shook her head.
“Maybe later. Well, might as well go see about the cattle.”
Liz saddled up her own horse and set out to get started on her chores, leaving Andy alone with his thoughts. It was a bummer, sure, but Andy couldn’t fault Carlos for saying no. With a big sigh, Andy got his thoughts back together. The horses needed feeding, and with Carlos off talking to Toussaint, it was his job.
As the sun sank lower overhead, Andy pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He watched Carlos work with another of the colts. Breaking a colt involves a lot of trust, and for his first day, Carlos was making pretty good progress meeting the yearlings. That was encouraging in its own way; it would be years before the horses could be ridden, and that meant that Carlos would be around for a while. Maybe with all that time, Carlos could change his mind. Andy groaned into his bottle. It would be its own kind of torture, to see him every day and only wonder about what could happen.
Liz rode back in just as Andy had a good buzz worked up, and she took the bottle with one of her crooked smiles. “Let’s share with our new friend,” Liz said, nodding towards Carlos. The cowboy was leading one of the yearlings back towards the stable. It had easily accepted his touch, and Andy had an odd jealous yearning to feel it as well.
He shook his head vigorously, letting the alcohol seep into him. “Sure, yeah, okay,” he said, giving Liz’s ass a quick squeeze before Carlos entered the room.
“Hey there,” Carlos said, letting the yearling into its stall. “Long day.”
“Come. Join us. Have a drink,” Liz said, holding out the bottle. Carlos nodded easily, and Andy was relieved that he was at least not acting as awkwardly as he had earlier. It was Liz who made it w
eird.
“I just wanted to say sorry for springing that on you, before.” Her voice was a bit higher than usual, and both men stared at her. “We aren’t weirdos, I promise. We can all be friends just fine.”
“That’s actually, well…I mean, I’ve been thinking it over, and why not?” Now Liz and Andy were staring at Carlos. “Just, what the hell, you know?”
Andy could feel his breathing pick up as he tilted his head to the side.
“You sure? Really, there’s no pressure,” he said, feeling like someone else was making those words come out of him. He very much wanted to put pressure on the situation, to make Carlos want them.
“Yeah,” Carlos said, “Yes, I mean. I could use a night of just, well, I could do something to help me unwind. Things have been pretty fucked since I quit rodeo. It’d be nice to just not worry about shit for a while.”
“Let’s go then,” Liz said, reaching out her hands. She grabbed both men’s wrists and pulled them towards the door, but Andy pulled back.
“Calm down, darlin’. We don’t have to rush things. Let’s just share a drink. There are glasses in the house, and Toussaint will be down for the night in a bit.”
They didn’t have to wait long for Toussaint to get tired. He shared a drink with them, made conversation about the day and about what the next day’s chores would be, but then he had to succumb to sleep. The three of them shared another drink, anxiously waiting for any indication that they could carry on with the night’s activities.
Chapter 2
Liz was the first to act. She straddled Carlos on the couch, and pulled his hands to rest on her waist. Andy watched as she rocked her body against his, and he took another sip of whiskey. The taste of it was still on his mouth as he sat beside Carlos, kissing the other man’s neck. He felt himself growing hard and moaned softly into Carlos’s neck. Liz let out a deep sigh before burying her tongue in Carlos’s mouth. His hands gripped her to him strongly, squeezing her flesh before turning his attention to Andy. Liz rocked into him and shifted her weight to allow the two men to kiss beneath her.