by Ashlee Price
Standing again, Stacey nodded; the unfamiliar feeling in her ass making her put her weight from one leg to the other experimentally.
“I would like to fuck you now. No preliminary petting, Stacey, I just want to fuck you. Are you up for it? Are you feeling hot and horny enough yet?”
In response, she got onto the bed, on her hands and knees, and presented him with a sight of her backside.
“Just fuck me already!”
Abe felt her, her wetness. “Yeah you are hot and wet alright.”
She heard his zipper, and then she was filled. Abe plunged into her in a single thrust.
“Aah…”
“Yeah, the fullness of your ass would make you a little tighter. Imagine the plug is a cock, Stacey. This is what it is going to feel like when we both take you, when we both fuck you.
Do you like it?”
“Yes, yes I do. Oh please don’t stop, Abe, please don’t stop! Make me cum!”
“Your pleasure is my command, ma’am.”
Abe’s cock slammed into her again, over and over, filling her, emptying her, and filling her again, while his one hand sneaked around to her front and played with her clit for a while.
Abe stood again. “Play with yourself, Stacey.” His hands snuck around her hips, holding her steady, as he went on with his assault on her willing cunt. Stacey let one hand move down and stroked herself, her fingers moving with increasing speed, as she was taken from behind.
“Oh god Abe!” Stacey squirted, the liquid gushing out of her, while she tried to pull away from Abe.
“Na ah!” He pulled her closer again and rode her through her orgasm until he finally came as well, the contractions of her pussy walls milking him. Afterwards, she lay on the bed, sated.
“I have to go out again, but I think that perhaps you should have a rest. You have more to look forward to tonight. Sleep well, Hun.” Abe pulled the comforter around her and kissed her forehead before closing the door behind him with a soft click.
Stacey woke later that afternoon and stretched luxuriously. Life was good, and exciting. Two men wanted her, and both were willing to share. She was only slightly worried at the intricacies involved when they both might want her at the same time. Giving herself a mental shrug, she had a quick shower and followed her nose to the kitchen where Abe was skillfully throwing supper together. It smelled delicious.
She spared a few moments to watch him at work before entering. His ass filled out his jeans beautifully.
As if feeling her presence, Abe turned round. “Hi, sleepy head. Sleep well? Want to help me make the salad?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Stacey found herself roped in with the cooking; the two of them working like a well-oiled team, before sitting down to dinner and watching a movie later. Abe, during this whole time, was propriety personified, his manners impeccable. Stacey started wondering whether he was sorry about what had happened between them. She decided to breech the subject.
“Abe? Are you sorry? I mean, about what has happened? Between you and me?”
“Hell no, Hun. Not at all. I love having a woman around the place, and, quite frankly, I am not the marriage kind. Besides, I adore you, I love my brother, and nothing would please me more than the three of us being a little family, with a few added perks, of course. But you? Are you sorry that you have gotten into this little ménage with us?”
“No, but, do the two of you, you know, have sex?”
“Well, yeah, occasionally. Doesn’t mean we are gay. I guess bisexual, although we both love pussy and would rather have a woman. And no, we are not practicing incest! When I say our dad adopted me, it was voluntarily with no paperwork involved. So we are not related, either by blood or otherwise. But that is all academic, you know? The thing is, we love each other, deeply, but we love women, you in particular, more, and would rather have you to make love to. Make any sense?”
“I don’t know, I guess so, sort of.”
Abe smiled. “You are a clever woman, I am sure you’ll figure it out. In the meantime, you still have that plug in?”
Blushing, Stacey nodded. “Yeah. Makes me feel kind of full.”
Abe reached over and pulled her into his lap. “Not the way I am going to full you up, babe.”
His hands lifted her t-shirt off her head, exposing her bare breasts, which he immediately started suckling, pulling hard. The feeling was almost enough to make her cum. Almost, but not quite.
“Kiss me, darlin’.”
She moved her lips to his, kissing him deeply. Her pants were undone and her zipper down and Abe’s clever fingers were working at her, her wetness coating them. “Abe,” she whispered into his mouth, “stop teasing and take me.”
“Get out of these pants! I think you need to start wearing dresses around here, what with the amount of canoodling that is going to be going on.”
She got up and took off the offending garment. “Canoodling?” She laughed.
“Yeah, canoodling. How about you do some canoodling to my dick? It needs attention.”
Straddling him, Stacey slowly slid down his shaft, allowing him to feel every inch of her, until she was filled to the hilt. Then she started contracting her muscles around him. “Do you like?”
“Oh yeah I do.”
His large hands took her ass and started bobbing her up and down, faster and faster, his eyes seemingly fixated on her breasts, as they jumped up and down in unison. As her body started preparing itself for her orgasm, Abe stopped and flipped her off his lap.
“Knees on the couch, Hun. It’s time.”
Stacey got up on her knees, holding onto the back of the couch. Abe pulled her closer and her hips upwards, before pulling out the plug. One finger went into her ass, and moved around a little. Her nerve endings screamed with want. He inserted two, slowly, and repeated the performance.
“Feel good?”
“Yes!”
“More?”
“Yes!”
“Where are your manners, woman?”
“Yes please can I have more?”
“You sure can, baby, you sure can.”
She felt Abe push into her, the bulb of his cock straining at her hole as it tried to force its way in. She felt her muscles stretch and a slight burn, and then it was over, and he was working his way into her, a little at a time.
“Tell me if I hurt you, babe.”
Suddenly, all movement stopped, and he was inside her ass, resting, allowing her time to adjust to the feel of him. He started to move, slowly at first, but when he realized that she loved it, his movements became harder, faster, more feverish, until the only sound in the room was that of their grunts and the slap of his balls against her pussy.
“Rub yourself!”
Stacey reached down and rubbed at her clit, the friction there, added to his cock in her ass, was driving her over the edge, into territory she had never encountered before. All her trepidation and fears were stripped away as she became a sexual creature in its truest nature, nothing mattering except getting fucked and receiving pleasure. Her orgasm, when she came, was something previously unknown in its intensity, running through her in waves as her body jerked of its own accord, like a puppet on a string. Abe’s ejaculation into her ass provided more lubricant, which he used, repeatedly, until she came once more.
“Enough, please, I can’t stand anymore!”
Relenting, he pulled out of her, picked her up and took a shower with her, cleaning every inch of her body before drying her off, picking her up once more, and putting her to bed. As he got in behind her, his whispered words of “you are getting off lightly this time, baby, wait until Reese gets home”, the last thing she could remember hearing before drifting off into the arms of Morpheus.
***
Stacey sat by the river, daydreaming, the soft, occasional snorts of her horse while grazing on the soft green grass then only sound amid the chirping of the birds and the soft rustle of the trees in the breeze. She was looking forward to Reese’s retu
rn. She missed him. Sex with Abe was great, but she needed the soul connection she seemed to have with Reese. She marveled at the capacity of attraction she felt towards both men; her connection to Abe was physical, an aching she thought she might never get enough of, while Reese was in a different ballpark altogether. Sex with him was almost transcendental. She could not help but wonder at the sexual experiences the two of them had in store for her, individually, but together as well – fulfilling her darkest, wildest fantasy.
Her horse’s quiet neigh brought her out of her reverie. Turning, she spotted a rider in the distance coming her way. As she watched, the tall, lean figure of Reese became visible. Her heart jumped. Despite his assurance on the telephone that all was well and that he wanted her to know Abe intimately, this face to face encounter, she knew, would be the deciding factor in whether he had been serious about it, and whether he did indeed want a ménage situation with her and Abe.
The fact that he and Abe were some-time lovers never bothered her. In fact, it excited her, and seeing them ‘in corpus delicti’ as it were, was another of her deepest fantasies.
She watched as he tethered his roan next to her mare, appreciating the sleek movement of his toned body under his clothes. She could not help but compare the two men’s physiques: where Abe was tall with bulked up muscle, Reese seemed to be smoother, more sleek, yet both were ripped to perfection. Her mouth watered.
“Hi darlin’. Enjoying the view?”
Stacey laughed. “You found me out? How did you know?”
“Honey, I could feel your eyes devouring me.” He came closer. “Miss me?”
“Yes, I did! You know I did!”
“Even with Abe around to entertain you?”
A sudden trepidation filled Stacey, but then she saw the twinkle in his eye.
“Oh you! Why didn’t you tell me? Or ask me?”
“The decision had to be yours, baby girl, and I didn’t want you to feel I was pressurizing you or forcing you into anything, although a part of me knew you would be willing to fall in with our proposed lifestyle. Was I wrong? And was I right in guessing you have this secret little desire to be loved and had by two men?”
“You know me so well!”
Reese laughed. “It would seem I do. Tonight, however, I want you all to myself. Tomorrow, my beautiful angel, Abe and I will take you into realms you never knew existed, and you will be ours, as we will be yours. Tell me how this makes you feel?”
“To be perfectly honest with you, nervous! I love Abe, Reese, but I adore you!”
He hugged her close. “I know, sweetheart. Don’t you know I saw you struggle with your attraction to him? It’s okay. I love Abe too. The three of us are a family. Us against the world! Let’s go home. Abe is starting supper. Beef stew, I believe he said. He also told me you like this spot. Let’s get going. I want you in bed.”
The ride home seemed to flit by in no time, and the rekindling of their love that night seemed to open new avenues of exploration.
***
Stacey took a last look at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her legs were smoothly shaved, and her hair had a tousled look from the vigorous toweling it had just received. Both men, she knew, were outside waiting for her. “Come on girl,” she said to her reflection, “you can do this! You want this, remember? It’s Reese and Abe out there, waiting for you, wanting you. How lucky can a girl get?”
Taking a deep breath, she fastened the towel she was wearing a notch tighter, and stepped out of the room. Both men were on the bed, lounging back against the covers, stark naked, their penises both rigid and waiting. She licked her lips and slowly closed the gap. She was trembling; whether in anticipation or out of fear at the time was inconsequential. Her darkest fantasy was about to come true.
She licked her dry lips once more.
Reese lifted a lazy hand and beckoned her closer. When her knees touched the foot of the bed, she unhitched her towel and let it drop to the floor, before slowly crawling up towards them. She was embraced by two sets of arms that turned her around on her back. Not a word was said, as both men’s heads dipped down towards her rigid nipples and latched onto them, suckling at her, while allowing their hands to roam over her body in orchestrated tandem. Her arms, around their necks, pulled them closer, and she sighed. Their hands on her body combined with their long, languid pulls on her breasts, was not only making her hot as hell, but her womanhood seemed to be contracting in unison. Stacey knew she needed relief, and soon!
In unison, her legs were parted wider, each thrown over a hard body. Someone’s hand, she no longer had any idea who’s, was rubbing at her clit, causing her to squirm. A pair of fingers plunged into her wanting pussy, filling her up.
“Oh god yes!”
“You want more?” Reese breathed into her ear. Her low moan seemed the catalyst that spurned both men on, whispering in her ears what they wanted to do to her, what they wanted her to do to herself, and to them. Stacey was lost, her senses overloaded, her want spiraling out of control. She was unceremoniously flipped over onto Abe and pushed down onto his jutting cock, her hips held firmly in place by his huge hands. She looked up to see Reese watching, his eyes seemingly fixated on her pussy getting fucked. His one hand worked at his cock, stroking it up and down. The sight drove her over the edge, and she had her first orgasm of the night.
She was still gasping and shaking in Abe’s arms, when she felt a warm finger at her ass, stroking the rim. Her ass puckered at the unexpectedness.
“Relax, Stacey,”
Reese’s whisper soothed her. She made a concentrated effort to do as he suggested. His finger worked its way into her, while Abe’s hard cock was still in her pussy; still yet ready. Reese’s finger made way for his cock’s head, the bulb nudging at her opening before slowly working its way in. Both cocks were large and thick, and she wondered whether she could take them both. Her ass had a slight burning sensation, but it was not uncomfortable enough to make anything of it. Finally, Reese stopped, and held still, letting her get accustomed to the feeling. His movement, at first, was slow, but he soon increased his pace. The sensation of being fucked in the ass while having a dick up her cunt was wonderful, filling and fulfilling. Abe, who so far had held still beneath her, started his own rhythm, and both men were fucking her with increased urgency. The hands on her hips from beneath and the two on her shoulders, both grasps firm, while her two holes were being thoroughly serviced, were soothing, erotic and comforting. She felt safe, used, and wanted. Suddenly, in unison, both men drew out of her. She was startled.
“What?”
Before she could ask anything else, she was pulled off the bed and lifted from behind by Reese, while Abe wrapped her legs around his waist and shoved her down once more onto his jutting cock. Reese once again plugged her from behind, holding her against him. Abe’s hands were on her breasts, pulling at the nipples, rolling them between his fingers, and pulling at them, while Reese watched over her shoulder. Stacey could stand it no longer. She came in gushing squirts, screaming as she did so.
That was the second time she came that night, to be followed by a few more.
***
Stacey woke the next morning to the sensation of being finger fucked while kissed. Her body rose to the occasion of its own volition, seeming to have a mind all of its own. Reese was kissing her, and when he realized she was awake, one hand played with her breast, kneading it. Abe, who was at her bottom end, dipped his head to kiss her clit good morning as well, letting his tongue play at the sensitive organ until she came.
“What a way to start the day!”
Abe unceremoniously rolled her over onto her stomach and gave her backside a resounding thwack.
“Time to get up, beautiful! There is work to be done! And we have agreed, you are mine tonight, Reese’s tomorrow, and ours the day after. Think you can handle that?”
Stacey smiled at her two men, her love in her eyes.
“But of course!”
“Good! We’ll get break
fast going while you make yourself beautiful. Abe is making his famous pancakes while I get the coffee started. We’ll be waiting.”
She watched the two lean men walk out of the room, admiring their bodies. Hers. Both of them. Stacey gave a long, languid stretch, the muscles in her body complaining at the strain. She gave a long sigh.
Life was good, and she was living it!
~THE END~
The Cowboy’s Cream
Chapter 1
“I just don’t think I want to keep dating if this is all you have to offer.”
Cedric looked at Kendra and shook his head. They were sitting there watching a movie, hadn’t said a word in ten minutes and that is what she decides to say. It was the same fight they had been having for a while and it appeared that they were going to have it again.
“What is it that you want that I am not giving?”
“Marriage, children.”
“We have only been together a year Kendra. That is not long at all when you really think about it.”
Kendra though that a year was more than enough time. You either wanted to get married or you didn’t. It was clear to her that he didn’t want to, but like him, she’d stayed because it was comfortable and safe. Having watched her younger cousin get married the weekend before had set her mind to thinking of nothing else. Now it was ultimatum time, even though it went against everything she believed in. It was going to be now or she had to move on.
“I am just asking if you see us ever being married and having children?”
It was a simple question that had a lot of implications each way he answered. He didn’t see them together forever, but he didn’t want to lose her. Cedric knew he could lie to her and keep her a little longer, but it didn’t feel right to lead her on, knowing that he would never want the same things.
“I don’t see myself ever getting married and having children. I am too young to think about these things, so are you. Why can’t we just have fun and see where life takes us?”
“Because I just can’t anymore.”
She had a sad look on her face. She was upset with the way things were going and she didn’t know how to make it any better. The only thing to do was breakup and that had even more implications. That had been living together for the last six months when she moved to Seattle for his job. Her family was back on the east coast where she left them and there was the question of logistics.