Ella's Desire

by Ella's Desire (lit)

  She bobbed slowly over Dirk, nibbling gently and erotically with her lips on his rigid penis, loving how she could feel him pulsing, throbbing with life against her tongue. As she sucked on the big Dutchman, her hand was busy with Ben’s saliva-moistened erection, running from the rim of the head of his cock all the way down to the base of his shaft, then making its way slowly upward once again. Ben flinched when she rubbed the pad of her thumb against his slit, and Ella knew she was tantalizing all the right nerve endings.

  As she took turns pleasing Ben and Dirk, Ella was cognizant that everything she did she was doing for the very first time in her life. She was sailing in uncharted waters, headed for a destination she could hardly fathom, but one that unquestionably frightened her. And yet, despite her fear, she felt compelled to move forward in her journey with a power she could feel but not understand. The only thing she was absolutely certain of was that these men—her men—would see to it that when the evening’s passion was concluded and the journey had come to an end with final orgasmic spasm, and the last keening cry of ecstasy had echoed through the prairie night, she would have climaxed repeatedly. There wouldn’t be a single nerve in her body that hadn’t been stimulated, nor one that remained unsatisfied.

  “That goddamned mouth of yours,” Dirk groaned, pushing his fingers into Ella’s blonde tresses, “is hot enough to make a man melt.”

  Ella nibbled slowly down the pulsing shaft of his cock, tried briefly to take him deeper than she had previously. She stopped her efforts when she sputtered, nearly choking. Resuming, she sucked on Dirk, Ben reached beneath her body to squeeze her nearest breast, his fingers pressing deep into the low hanging mound. When he pinched her nipple, Ella moaned loudly, letting him know she loved his firm, commanding caresses.

  It had always been an arguable point whether Dirk was more impatient than Ben or vice versa. This question was answered when Dirk, despite having his cock buried as deeply into Ella’s mouth as was physically possible, grabbed her by the hair and jerked her head up with such force that she cried out sharply as several golden blonde strands were pulled from her scalp.

  “That’s not enough!” His voice was a low growl, raw and agonized, his hunger for Ella frighteningly real. “I need you! All of you! Your heart, your soul, and that goddamned sweet pussy!”

  Ella put forward no resistance. Even if she made some effort to defend herself, there was nothing that she could have done to thwart her muscular lover’s ardent demands. He was both unstoppable and insatiable.

  Ella was on her knees at one moment, holding Ben’s cock in one hand while she lavished Dirk’s erection with the pleasures she could provide with her lips and tongue. In the next moment, she was on her back in the grass by the campfire with Dirk’s broad, heavily muscled chest compressing the mounds of her breasts. His hands were everywhere.

  She felt the plump, conical head of his erection searching for the entrance to her feminine temple. A moment later, when the head of Dirk’s heated arousal pressed against the moist lips of her cunt, Ella squeezed her eyes tightly shut because she knew what was about to happen. She’d been through this before with Dirk, and the initial experience literally stole the breath from her lungs.

  Raw lust stripped the big Dutchman of all his sophistication, all his savoir faire. Only Ella’s intense arousal, with its concomitant lubrication, prevented her from being hurt when she was impaled by the big man’s penetrating thrust.

  “Dirk!” Ella cried out as she felt herself being forced to expand to accept his masculinity. “Big! You’re just so big!” She raised her legs, whipping them around his thighs as her arms locked around his neck. She felt the full length of his arousal filling her, pulsing deep within her, connecting the two of them in a way that was shockingly intimate. “Wait!” She stroked his hair, her breath coming in uneven little gulps. “Just wait a moment.” She kissed his cheek and was intensely aware of his impatience, his feverish desire to pummel her, to possess her, to drive into her again and again until his ungovernable lust was sated. In a whisper she added, “I love the way you love me, but I’m not unbreakable.” She felt him tense up and sensed the apology he was about to give for the raw lust she inspired. It was the apology she did not want to hear. Reacting swiftly, she bit his earlobe hard enough to cause pain, and then saucily declared, “But I’m not delicate china. Fuck me, Dirk. Fuck me like you love me.”

  Ella knew she was playing with fire by challenging Dirk in such a manner. Playing with the inferno that was Dirk’s libido meant there was more than an even chance she would get burned. So it wasn’t altogether surprising for Ella when, not much later, she wondered whether or not her skin wouldn’t suddenly burst into flame. Every nerve in her body seemed hypersensitive, capable of eking out the most minute sensation from everything Dirk was doing to her. His body was above her, crushing her to the ground as his torso churned, driving his cock hard and deep into her.

  Ella’s climax hit her with almost savage intensity. She had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her lips close to his ear, as she screamed of her orgasmic release, the sound released as a warbling cry, coming out only between bone-jarring thrusts.

  She expected Dirk to withdraw from her embrace, groan with satisfaction, and then deluge her with his sperm. That’s what he’d done in the past, but the man was nothing if not surprising, especially in matters sexual. Rather than continuing to make love to her tingling pussy until he reached his own orgasmic level of satisfaction, Dirk pulled his legs up beneath him and, sitting on his haunches, his slipped his arms beneath Ella’s legs.

  “I love feeling your pussy contract around me when you come,” he said. Perspiration now beaded on his forehead and trickled down his cheeks from his temples. He positioned Ella’s legs so that the backs of her knees were in the crook of his arms and began gently but commandingly moving her to and fro, sliding her along the length of his cock. “But you damn near broke my ear drum with that scream.”

  Had Ella not been luxuriating in post-orgasmic lassitude, she might have been able to come up with some sort of snappy rejoinder to her lover’s teasing. As it was, with Dirk lifting her hips off the ground with casual ease as he moved her slowly back and forth, letting her glide along his erection, Ella experienced an unprecedented sensation of being almost petite. She was by no credible measure a small woman, but when Dirk held her, his great strength made her feel small, delicate, distinctly feminine, and entirely overwhelmed.

  “Move aside, my friend,” Ben said, patting Dirk on the shoulder. “Her next orgasm is mine to provide.”

  Looking up at her men, Ella was shocked once again at how different they were physically. Dirk’s chest was pale and nearly entirely devoid of hair. Ben’s chest was lean, and on his chest was a triangular patch of dark hair.

  When Dirk withdrew from Ella and handed Ben her legs, she experienced the sensation of being a possession without a will of her own. A possession, but not an object, and somehow that made all the difference in the world. Hardly thirty seconds passed from her orgasm with Dirk before she was on her back with Ben’s hard cock filling her pussy, her voluptuous body trembling as he thrust deeply into her while kissing her with a questing tongue that danced with hers.

  She hadn’t entirely descended from her orgasmic heights with Dirk before she was again peaking, her clitoris so over-stimulated that Ben had hardly gotten into a steady, pelvis-slapping rhythm before Ella was coming again, hugging her lover tightly as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

  This time, after her climax, she begged the men to give her at least a couple minutes to recover her strength. They relented to her wishes, though since each man had an erection pointed directly at Ella as she recuperated, she was tremblingly aware that her satisfaction preceded their satisfaction. Men like Ben and Dirk weren’t likely to stop until they got as good as they gave.

  “Come on, darling,” Dirk purred, his fingertips tracing light circles on the inside of Ella’s left knee, “aren’t you ready for some more loving?
” His words were softly delivered in stark contrast to the brutish erection standing out thick and proud from his loins. “I certainly haven’t had my fill of you.”

  Ben moved closer, taking Ella by her naked shoulders and turning her so that instead of sitting on the ground near the campfire, she was on her hands and knees.

  “I don’t think I’ll ever have my fill of you,” Ben said, guiding the swollen crest of his erection to Ella’s kiss-bruised lips.

  They were gentler with Ella this time. At least it seemed that way to her, though being aware of her own passion-fogged state of mind, she would never have made any claims to objective decision making. Without the solid surface of the earth beneath her hips, there was at least some yielding when Dirk thrust, some allowance for retreat when his torso collided with the cheeks of her ass. And when Ben drove his cock too deeply into her mouth, she could always retreat quickly to spare her throat.

  With Ella’s next climax, she accidentally scraped her teeth against Ben’s seesawing arousal that pumped between her lips. He withdrew instantly, but Dirk’s next hard thrust knocked Ella forward so her face pressed against his solid abdomen, and the slick shaft of his cock was hot against her cheek.

  Ben released his seed against Ella’s shoulder and back as Dirk’s eruption of ecstasy left lines from shoulders to buttocks.

  When they moved away from Ella, she slumped naked to the ground, the grass tickling her sensitive, erect nipples. Suddenly, unbidden, she started to laugh. The absurdity of her entirely unplanned love life with two of the territory’s most notorious rakes, the ridiculous travesty of her engagement to Tim, and the awareness that she was a woman in the midst of a deliciously sweaty affair with two men all came crashing down on Ella.

  She either had to laugh about it all…or cry.

  Chapter Six

  They had been on the trail, now with the addition of the best tracker in the territory, Blue Sun Rising, for several days and nights. Nighttime was the best time to catch the cattle rustlers, though that was when it was the most dangerous and difficult to track the stolen cattle. Cattle thieves wouldn’t mind adding “bushwhacker” to their list of accomplishments.

  “Here’s where they kept the steers. When the train came to a stop, they loaded them right into the cattle cars. They just kept the cattle surrounded without even bothering to fence them in,” Blue said, standing beside his mount, a black and white pinto. “See here?” With his finger he circled a divot in the prairie beside the tracks where something heavy made its mark. “And here?” A similar divot, parallel to the tracks. “Those were caused by the side ramp of the cattle car. The train came to a stop. The side doors to the empty cars were opened, and the ramps were pulled out. From there just herd the cattle up the ramps and into the rail cars, close the doors, and they disappear forever. Or at least they disappear until they reach the stockyards. Since this is a southbound track, I’m guessing Kansas City.”

  “But what about brands? Every stockyard keeps records of who they’re buying their cattle from,” Dirk asked, clearly skeptical of Blue’s assessment. “All cattle going to the stockyards have a brand.”

  “Who’s to say they haven’t got someone in the stockyard on the payroll? Once you’ve skinned the carcass, it’s pretty damned hard to tell one cow from another,” Ben added. “All it would take is someone at the stockyards turning his back at the right time.”

  “Brilliant,” Ella said quietly. She hadn’t anticipated the cattle rustling to be this sophisticated, and because it was obviously a well-planned operation, a chill went through her.

  “This is no fool’s game. This took solid planning and connections with the railroad,” Dirk said, looking at the marks in the grass. “Nothing I can see would disprove Blue’s conclusions.” He sighed, the exhaustion evident in his tone and posture. “The thieves have got to have men working on the railroad, and they’ve got to know in advance where Tim’s been sending his posses. That’s why they always go to other pastures to do their stealing, and your fiancé’s men come up empty-handed.”

  “We’ll get the answers at the rail station,” Blue said. The man exuded such an aura of confidence the statements he made were seldom contradicted or even questioned. “We know that there are only a few men working at any given time at the rail station at Silver City.” He looked at Ella and gave her a sympathetic smile. “My cabin isn’t too far from here. We’ve all been pushing it hard. We can make camp, spend one more night under the stars, and ride out in the morning for my place. We’ll be there by noon. How about we get a good night’s sleep with a roof over our head and a belly full of hot food? I’ve still got the hide quarters of a buck in rock salt.”

  “A roof over my head?” Ella asked in a whisper.

  “We’ll all have ourselves some nice steaks,” Blue continued. “In the morning, we’ll all think clearly.” His gaze measured Ella. “It’s not easy thinking straight when you’re dog-tired and in need of a bath.”

  Ella got the impression that Blue was trying to protect her, as though she alone was sweaty, exhausted to the bone, and saddle-weary. She almost said something about it, instinctively not wanting to receive special treatment. After a moment, she decided she was merely being thin-skinned after having been denied her usual creature comforts for several days. These men wanted the best for her, and they wanted to protect her. They treated her more respectfully during their days on the trail than her mother had in the most genteel of settings.

  After some consideration, Ella realized there was another reason she was irrationally peevish. After spending magnificent, multi-orgasmic nights in the arms of Ben and Dirk, she might not be able to share her passion with them again. In the morning after their magnificent days and nights of never-before-experienced ménage a trois ecstasy, they were now teamed up with Blue. Once he got on the case of the missing cattle, he worked himself and everyone else at a furious pace. If they went to Blue’s cabin, Ella wouldn’t have the privacy she would need to release her newly discovered sensuality upon Dirk and Ben.

  She tamped down thoughts of the ecstasy she experienced in the arms of her lovers and tried to concentrate on the cattle rustlers and the problems they posed.

  “The only way they could have done this,” Ella said, her brain turning over possibilities that were unpleasant to consider, “is if men from my outfit were a part of the rustlers. So the T-3 has a traitor.” She looked at the three men surrounding her. “If you men see the facts any differently, please tell me so. But it sure seems to me there isn’t any of us who can say with certainty our own ranch hands aren’t part of the rustlers.”

  “Damn,” Dirk said quietly, shaking his head slowly, “the lady’s right. The only people we can trust implicitly are ourselves.”

  * * * *

  A warm breeze played with Ben’s collar-length, raven black hair. He stood a dozen feet from the campfire, staring into the flickering blue and orange flames. Perhaps under other circumstances, he would have felt a sense of contentment. After all, the day had been quite successful. They learned how many rustlers were stealing Ella’s cattle, and they found three different locations where the steers had been kept before they were loaded onto cattle cars to be brought, presumably, to Kansas City. All things considered, that was quite a bit to put on the positive side of the ledger.

  But Ben hadn’t made love with Ella the previous night, and the appalling prospect of going two full days without kissing her mouth, touching her breasts, hearing her soft sighs as he kissed her pussy the way he knew brought her to a quick, quivering climax.

  Switching women quickly was nearly a hallmark of Ben’s previous sexual dalliances. He enjoyed the company of women, and they enjoyed his wit and charm, his virtuoso sensual skills, and his nearly indefatigable sexual stamina. But no matter how much his lovers wanted him to stay, he always kept moving from one woman to the next, cautious that any one woman might consider him her personal property. That’s the way it had always been for him.

  Until now.


  A strangely sardonic smile curled the right corner of his mouth. How ironic it was that the man who had literally a dozen or more of the territory’s most beautiful women willing to accept him into their beds at a moment’s notice...should be the man who was now sharing a beautiful, voluptuous woman with another man!

  There had been times since that first fateful night after Ben tackled Ella off her horse, and the passion erupted like a lightning fire among the three of them, that he considered asking Dirk to simply walk away from Ella, to leave her alone so that he, Ben, could have her all to himself. He wanted Ella—her body, heart, and soul—exclusively. But he also knew Dirk felt the same way about Ella. And it wasn’t like either one of them could lay claim to her. She was the fiancée of yet another man.

  But Tim was a problem Ben intended to deal with at a later date. Not much later but it wasn’t an immediate problem...especially when he could still taste Ella’s delicious kisses on his lips.

  On the opposite side of the campfire, Blue rested back against his saddle, reclining on his bedroll, talking to Dirk in a low tone. It was because of Blue’s presence that Ben hadn’t made love with Ella the previous evening. When Ben earlier winked at her, she quickly let him know most emphatically she would not make love to him with a near stranger in camp. Period. End of discussion...as far as she was concerned.

  It was almost enough to make Ben resentful of his good friend, Blue.

  “I’m going to take a walk, check the perimeter,” Ben said suddenly. It always frustrated him whenever he couldn’t directly confront a source of frustration, and being thwarted in his desire to make love with Ella once again was one hell of a frustration. Blue and Dirk, unaware of Ben’s emotional quandary, merely nodded in acknowledgement. “I won’t be gone long.”