“Oh, yeah, did you see that Gab? She’s already eager to have a cock in her sweet little twat.” John slid a hand across her stomach and feathered his fingers through the small patch of hair guarding her entrance.
Shifting restlessly on her feet, she spread her legs a little wider and dropped her gaze to the broad head of her husband’s cock. “I...”
Air rushed out of her lungs, stolen by the swift plunge of John’s finger into her center. “Oh, shit. I...”
“Need to be naughty?” John captured her hand and lowered it to her groin. With a gentle demand, he directed her fingers into her wet twat.
“John!”
“Gab, have you ever caught her pleasuring herself when you’re not around?” John didn’t allow her to escape and forced her hand deeper between her legs.
“Yes, she can be one naughty girl.” Gab edged lower in the bed. “That’s why she likes having an extra man around so she can satisfy that endless hunger in her core.”
Wiggling to ease the pressure John had on her clit, she rubbed her ass against his engorged cock. “I can’t help it if I enjoy a man deep inside me.”
“Oh, no, honey, one is never enough. You want to be stuffed full of both of us.” Gab lifted his gaze to John. “I’d love a sample of those nipples while she’s riding my cock.”
John lowered his head and whispered against her neck. “Why don’t you climb on the bed and give him a taste.”
He tightened his hold on her and worked his thick appendage between the crack in her ass. A long finger slipped into her twat, rubbing enticingly against her intimate folds. “But don’t do anything else until I tell you.”
Caught by the seductive sound of his voice, she nodded and stepped forward. “I’ll try.”
After setting the bowl of jelly on the table by the bed, she climbed beside Gab and swung her leg over his chest, straddling his body and leaned closer to offer him a sample of her jelly-flavored breast.
Gab didn’t hold back and clamped his lips around her nipple, tugging and pulling. The hard sucking motion had pleasure speeding through her chest. Her pussy spasmed with need and moisture dripped from her core. Gab bucked his hips, causing his cock to brush against her intimate lips.
A loud slapping noise rang through the room.
Tess spun around and caught sight of the red imprint of John’s hand on Gab’s thigh.
“If you want her to ride your cock, Gab, all you need to do is ask.” John shoved aside Gab’s leg and climbed up on the bed behind her. “But you also need to realize, she’s staying put until I’ve had my fun.”
He lifted the bottle of oil and smiled. “Because I’m more than ready to stuff Tess’s ass with my cock.”
Shaking with need, Tess glanced at the long, hard appendage between his legs and automatically shifted backward. She dropped her hands and captured the stout girth of her husband’s cock. Without waiting for permission, she nudged the blunt head against her wet entrance. A hunger bloomed inside her, fogging her ability to do anything other than cover the seductive length.
“Oh, yes, baby, that’s exactly what I need,” Gab groaned and lifted his hips, driving his cock deeper.
Excitement vibrated through her, and she collapsed onto his chest.
Smack!
A fire lit her ass. She bounced, working her body up and down his.
“I can see now why you enjoy spanking her. Her ass turns a pretty shade of red,” John commented and bestowed a few lighter blows on her plush flesh.
The stink delighted her. She sank deeper, enjoying the invasive glide of the thick appendage.
“God, Tess, if you don’t be still. I’m going to come,” Gab groaned.
Drops of cool oil dotted her back and dribbled along her back entrance. A wicked finger stroked her puckered opening. The erotic nudge slid deeper and a wild delirium raced through her. She couldn’t contain herself. With the hard cock in her twat and the long finger in her ass, she had to move. Then another digit joined the party and spiral deep.
Gab surged deeper, “I can’t ...”
Like the gun going off at the start of a race, they speed for the finish line. Each thrust sent her closer and closer to the edge but while her husband screamed with his release, she hung on by a thread.
She shifted her hips and cried, “I’m so close, please, John.”
More oil fell over her ass and the blunt head of his cock pressed against the opening.
“Don’t move. I want you to keep Gab’s holy poker deep inside while I fuck you.” He secured his demand by wrapping his hands around her hips and holding her down. With gentle care, he eased the thick head deeper, working his hard flesh inside.
Each thrust made her body beg for more. “Oh, this feels so incredible.”
John dropped over her sandwiching her between two hard male bodies. With his hands on the bed, he gave a moment for her body to adjust to his invasion.
She wriggled with need and Gab’s hard length twitched inside her vagina.
The intense pleasure of feeling complete stuff had her body pulsing with pleasure. “Give me all of it, John.”
With a few shove, he slid to the hilt and paused. The light brush of his balls against her ass had her singing with joy. She’d not had this particular thrill in years and marveled at how much she missed the mind-numbing excitement it generated in her core.
After a brief pause, John whispered against her ear. “I hope you’re ready because I’m taking you hard.”
He put his words into actions and drew slowly out only to slam back deep. Again and again, he drove into her. Not giving her any rest, he also tortured her with long tug on her breast. Bliss sped through her body. In no time, her first orgasm hit but he didn’t stop.
No, he powered through her clenching muscles and enticed Gab to join the party. Her husband rocked his hips, the erotic glide of two cocks drawing out her pleasure.
Still, John pounded inside her, his hot breath on the back of her neck attesting to his place of dominance over her. Where most women might balk at this idea, she found her body melting, giving him more. “Please.”
“Holy, shit,” John groaned and his cock released its’ load.
She squeezed her inner muscles tighter, using what little control she had to pull them deeper.
“Fuck, I’m about to blow again,” Gab moaned.
More hot nectar spilled into her, detonating another orgasm. She screamed and collapsed against her husband, completely sated for the first time in what seem like forever. All her energy evaporated and she drifted off to sleep.
John slid away from the seductive warmth of Tess’s body and rolled to the side of the bed. He sat there for several long moments with his head in his hands. How did a man recover from one of the best sexual experiences of his life?
“God, Tess, that was incredible,” Gab whispered.
The words held a note of awe that John didn’t understand how to interpret. Did the man enjoy himself enough to want to do it again? Was this really the job they wanted him to do?
Not want to push his luck, John rolled to his feet and ventured a glance at the couple on the bed. Tess still lay sprawled across her husband’s chest. His hand still tied to the bedpost, he appeared ready to fall off to sleep.
John moved to the headboard and untied one hand before walking around the bed to free the other one. During this time, neither of them moved. Once both hands were free, Gab opened his eyes and stared. “Give us a few minutes and I’ll meet you downstairs.”
Realizing he’d been dismissed, John walked to the door and stepped out into the hallway.
Uncertain exactly what he should do, John followed the path he’d previously taken to the parlor and retrieved his clothes from the floor. After dressing, he retrieved his whiskey from the tray where it sat on the floor. Downing the drink quickly, he set the glass on the table and returned to the chair he’d occupied earlier.
Thought of Tess’s lush body under his had him wondering if this might be a reoccu
rring event or a single dip into heaven.
Long minutes passed while he waited, replaying in his head every moment of the encounter.
“John, my boy, I believe you’ve secured yourself a job.” Gab walked to the bar, snagged the bottle of whiskey, and carried it to the couch. He poured a shot in a glass and sank onto the couch. “Tess wants you here again on Saturday night.”
Shocked, that this fantasy was becoming a reality. John shook his head and rose to his feet. “Whatever you want.”
“If this works out, I might be able to use your services in other areas too. So don’t disappoint us, keep your mouth shut.” Gab tossed a coin at John.
He caught the money and stuffed it into his pocket without looking at its’ value. “Not a problem, Sir, there is no one to tell.”
“Good.”
Not wanting to outstay his welcome, John turned for the door. “Thanks so much for this opportunity.”
Gab waved.
John left without saying another word.
On the walk home, he had to wonder what other assignments Gab might have in mind.
Could a simple cowboy ride out the pleasure of fucking a woman and create a job for himself?
Looks like it just might be happening.
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In Too Deep
“I can’t.” Sadie Pepperman hated the whinny tone of her voice and fought with the chains of propriety that held her back. Why couldn’t she be more carefree, like her best friend?
Thoughts of how, years ago, her impetuous nature had gotten her into her current fix kept her in line today.
“Come on, Sadie.” Carolyn stepped out of her petticoats and threw them into the wagon, before she waded naked into the Trinity River. “There’s no one around for miles and I want to cool off.”
The temperature soared to a blistering heat. Sadie brushed back the wet tendrils sticking to the side of her face. She had too many responsibilities at home to waste time frolicking in the river.
“Yes, but we said we’d only be gone for a few hours. You know how Richard’s family watches me.” Sweat dripped between her breasts. “They’re looking for a reason to kick me out of my home. And if they find me…”
“Oh, don’t worry about them.” Carolyn splashed about in the water, working her way deeper into the river. “They can’t take your property, and they know it. Richard was your husband. Everything he had belongs to you. I only wish my husband had something to leave me when he died.”
“You don’t understand.” Sadie tugged her camisole away from her moist skin. In only her underwear, she hated the idea of having to put her dress back on but they need to head for home.
“Just enjoy yourself for...” Suddenly, Carolyn plunged forward as if losing her footing.
Concern, Sadie rushed to the bank.
After a few long seconds, her friend’s head broke the surface and she sputtered, “Sadie, careful...”
She continued to bob in the water, moving further and further away from the shoreline.
Fear bloomed in Sadie’s chest. She wasn’t a great swimmer and barely kept herself afloat while in the river. How could she save her friend?
Uncertain as to how to help, she screamed and waved her hands. “Carolyn, kick your feet and work with the current to reach the bank.”
Carolyn appeared to be trying to move closer to the bank, but the quick flow pushed her down-river.
To keep her friend in sight, Sadie hurried along the shoreline. The shifting sand slowed her pace, until underbrush and trees blocked her path.
“Sadie...”
The gargled tone sent a panicked rush of adrenaline through her. She had to save her friend. Sadie spun on her heel. The horse and wagon still stood where she’d left them. She ran and jumped onto the bench seat of the buckboard, gathered up the reins, released the brake and slapped the strip of leather across Beauty’s rear.
The wagon surged forward.
Sadie swung her focus between the dirt trail and the river. She caught brief glimpses of the muddy water but didn’t see her friend. With the swift current, Carolyn might be farther down-river than Sadie could predict. But I don’t want to miss finding her either.
Uncertain what to do, Sadie tugged on the reins and slowed her pace. She searched through the trees and underbrush for another opening to get a better view of the fast-moving water.
“Zack, damn it.”
The loud shout caught Sadie by surprise. She scanned the shoreline and spotted a man. Drawing to a stop, she threw on the brake, scouting the river bank.
Two horses grazed nearby. Their saddles, along with other gear, lay discarded in a heap in the middle of a small clearing, as if two people had camped there over night.
A man stood at the edge of the clearing, turning at her approach. Dressed in only a pair of dark cotton pants, he rushed forward. His bright, curly blond hair and his broad shoulders registered briefly with Sadie but with her friend in trouble she didn’t let her sway her from the problem at hand.
“Are you a friend of the woman who is drowning?”
Unable to certain what to say to the stranger, she nodded and worked to clear the lump in her throat. How did this man know about Carolyn?
“Move over. I’ll drive. If we hurry I should be able to save her and my friend.” He placed a foot on the side step of the wagon and crowded onto the bench.
She quickly scooted along the wooden plank, allowing him room to settle beside her. Long fingers closed over the reins and he tugged the leather from her grip.
He didn’t wait for an answer. Lifting the reins, he released the brake.
A loud whistle sounded from the river, followed almost immediately by the slapping of paddles against the water.
The man clicked his tongue to encourage Beauty to get moving. He drove the wagon closer to the edge of the river, creating a rough new trail.
Bouncing on the seat like a rag doll, Sadie tried to keep her distance from the man, even though the task was next to impossible with the constant swaying of the wagon. She continually brushed against his arm, shoulder and thigh. A particularly hard bump almost landed in his lap.
“I’m sorry, but you need to slow down,” she complained and straightened.
He drew back on the reins; the wagon rolled to a stop. His head turned in the other direction. He shifted away from her and jumped down from the wagon before she repositioned herself on the bench. “Damn that steamship. They’re rescuing them.”
A little stunned by everything that had happened, Sadie lifted a hand to her throat. Her gaze stayed locked on Logan until his comment finally register
ed. She glanced at the water and noticed a steamboat cruising down-river. A line hung from the side with two people hanging from the end.
She scrambled off the wagon to keep the boat in sight as it moved farther away. “Oh, no, where will it take them?”
“Probably to the next port, maybe Liberty or on into Galveston.” When the steamboat rounded a bend and drifted out of sight, the stranger turned. His gaze grew in intensity as he scanned the length of her body. “I’m Logan by the way.”
Burned by his steady regard, Sadie glanced down at her attire. Heat stained her cheeks. The ribbon on her camisole had worked its way loose and the swell of her breasts lay exposed to his view. She’d been about to redress when Carolyn fell into the river. Lifting her hands automatically to cover herself, she bowed her head.
What should she do now?
The smart side of her brain suggested she say something clever. The impulsive side offered a solution to the problem of sleeping alone.
“I take it you and your friend went a little too far while indulging in a way to cool off in the heat?” Logan stepped closer.
Awareness tingled along her nerve endings, tying her tongue into knots so no words had a chance of escaping. Instead, she stood stock-still, staring at his naked feet. Long toes led to high arches...strong ankles, thick calves. The appealing view ended at the cuff of his pants just below his knee. Denied need sparked in her gut and she allowed her gaze to drift upward. Dark material hid the solid bulk of his thighs but not the pronounced bulge at his crotch.
Air refused to enter her lungs and her head spun with the lack of oxygen. Did this man actually want her...after simply seeing her in her bloomers?
Confidence sizzled through her chest. Did she still have the same appealing charm she’d possessed at sixteen? Could she seduce him the same way she had Richard? A demanding yearning battled with logic. She had a ranch to run and required more muscle than sex appeal in a man.
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