But Blue looked toward her for only a moment before he went back to the task of rolling another cigarette. If he had heard anything, it wasn’t suspicious enough for him to investigate.
I’ll bet the rich society belles all want a taste of him, Ella thought a bit cattily as she watched the dancing firelight play upon the perfect musculature of a man denied kinship by both the white world and his Blackfeet tribe.
Suddenly realizing her arms were no longer being held behind her back, Ella pulled her lovers until they were once more kissing her breasts. She held them tightly, pressing their noses, lips, and chins into her sensitive breasts as they sucked. And while she held Ben and Dirk, she watched Blue pull a cotton shirt over his head. A small sigh of discontent, like that of a child being denied a piece of candy, came from Ella when the mixed-blood tracker was no longer naked from the waist up.
Ben pulled Ella’s arm from around his neck, looked to the side to see for himself what had drawn her attention, then flashed a smile that was a combination of lust, amusement, and covetous anger.
“I’m sucking on her nipples, and who is this hot-blooded wench looking at? Blue! That’s who!” he whispered as he got down on one knee in front of her. “Hold her tight, Dirk. I know what our lady needs.”
As she had in the past, Ella could see herself as though from a small distance, and what her mind’s eye conjured was hardly one of genteel civility. There she stood, the owner of one of the largest spreads west of the Mississippi, wearing an unbuttoned blouse and no chemise. She wore leather-reinforced English riding breeches, but they were pulled down to her knees, and she did not have on any underpants. A devastatingly handsome young man with long black hair and a smile that was charm itself was on his knees, giving her cunnilingus with the skill of a connoisseur as his slim-fingered hands squeezed the cheeks of her ass. Another man, blond and brawny, was bent nearly in half so he could suck hungrily on her breasts.
But the most damning part of the image was that Ella wasn’t looking at the men who were focused so completely on giving her pleasure. She was looking at the mixed-blood Indian as he paced slowly near the campfire, casually smoking a cigarette.
Her knees started to shake first, and then her insides began to flutter. Ben’s tongue was a serpent on her clitoris while a single finger pistoned between the lips of her cunt. Dirk sucked hard on one pink nipple while his work-roughened forefinger and thumb tugged and rolled the opposite nipple.
Conscious of her need to remain quiet, Ella clenched her teeth tightly but kept her eyes open until they glazed over and Blue was no longer visible. The orgasm was made more powerful by her response being restrained, and the jarring spasms that passed through her made her tremble violently for several cataclysmic seconds.
Weakened from the force her orgasm, Ella’s knees sagged beneath her. She looked down at Ben, who smiled up at her, his too-kissable lips wet and shimmering with her lusty juices.
They helped her down to the grass, their hands strong, brooking no defiance as her blouse and breeches were removed so she was completely naked. Dirk took the time to unbutton his own shirt and opened his trousers enough to push them down to his knees. Ben, less patient, combed his fingers into Ella’s hair then kissed her mouth hard. Ella could taste her own nectar on his lips as he turned her so she was on her side on the grass.
Dirk lifted Ella’s left leg, placing it up on his broad shoulder as he guided his erection to her moist entrance. Still dazed from the fierceness of the orgasm that had only seconds earlier subsided, Ella propped herself up with an elbow. Her mind was in a whirl as the conical crown of Dirk’s cock pressed against the lips of her pussy at the same time Ben’s hard flesh nudged her cheek, searching for her mouth.
They entered her simultaneously, piercing her pussy and mouth deeply, filling her with their virility. Ella closed her eyes, submitting to their dominance, her body trembling as the men found a rhythm that pleasured her by pleasing them.
“This wench...has an eye...for our...dark-skinned...friend,” Dirk said between thrusts as he worked his lower torso, driving his cock full-length into Ella. He was on his knees, straddling one of her legs as he held the other up on his shoulder. “What do you think we should do about that?”
With Ella’s golden tresses in his fist, Ben’s arousal plunged into her mouth until the crown was uncomfortably tight against the opening of her throat. As she squirmed, her eyes opening wide as she struggled against her body’s natural reflexive impulses, Ben replied, “Maybe we should have our fill of her then watch as she gives Blue a blowjob. Think she’d like that?”
As his cock made a long, tantalizing retreat from her rapidly overheating pussy, Dirk replied, “I’ll bet she’s never had a taste of dark meat.”
They kept their voices low, their words lurid, creating images of carnality that tantalized Ella’s imagination. What kind of a wanton woman, she wondered, would have two magnificent lovers and yet be thinking of a third? Surely, she could not be such a woman!
But I am precisely that kind of woman! I’ve got Dirk in my pussy and Ben in my mouth...and I’m going to come again!
Dirk’s arm was tight around Ella’s upraised leg as his torso churned with steadily increasing fury, his pelvis striking her ass and thigh hard as he plunged to the depths of her femininity. Ella was distinctly aware of the erratic motion of her breasts, of the cock that pushed and tugged at the lips of her pussy as it rubbed against her clitoris on its seesaw journey, of the hard cock that slid between her lips and over her tongue. When Ben filled his hand with her quivering breast and pinched her nipple hard, Ella climaxed a second time, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her mouth open wide to accommodate Ben’s throbbing erection.
She just finished her orgasm when Dirk, always clear-headed under any circumstance, withdrew completely and released his passion.
With two wrenching, draining orgasms in her recent past, Ella wanted time to recover her strength. But she knew she wasn’t going to be given that opportunity. Not when Ben’s desires had yet to be quenched. Within seconds, she was on her hands and knees in the grass with Ben kneeling behind her still fully dressed with only his rigid cock sticking out through his unbuttoned fly. Dirk moved so he was positioned on his back with his head directly beneath the swinging mounds of her heavy breasts.
Ben pushed the fingers of his left hand into Ella’s hair and snapped her head up. They turned Ella so she faced the camp. As he invading her warm and wet feminine embrace, he said, “Look at Blue. Look at that handsome Indian while I fuck you.”
Two powerful climaxes hadn’t in any way dulled Ella’s ability to feel the most minute sensation. Ecstasy and discomfort mingled into an erotic elixir that Ella suspected she could easily become addicted to. The sharp bite of pain she felt at having her hair pulled contrasted erotically with the warmth of Dirk’s mouth as he sucked upon her nipple. Those feelings contrasted with the long slide of Ben’s cock into her pussy and the gouging edge of the brass trouser buttons against her buttocks when he thrust fully into her.
Ella watched as Blue flicked the remains of his second cigarette into the low campfire. He stood then, peering into the darkness for weighty seconds, seemingly looking directly at her.
He’s watching me while I get fucked!
Her third climax preceded Ben’s ecstasy by not more than three seconds. The warm splash of semen on her back heightened the satisfaction of Ella’s shuddering release. When the last spasm went through her, she waited until Dirk moved from beneath her and then collapsed onto her stomach on the lush grass, cradling her head in her arms, her skin tingling from head to toe.
“Damn, Blue’s coming this way!”
Dirk’s words put ice in Ella’s veins.
“Don’t let him see me!” she whispered, the afterglow of multiple orgasms vanishing instantly.
Ben was the only one of the trio to remain completely dressed. He shoved his half-erect penis back into his trousers, buttoned up quickly, and said, “I’ll stall him. Dirk,
you come back to camp as quick as possible. Ella, I think maybe you’d better make another trip back to the stream.”
She smiled wearily and whispered in reply, “I’ll be taking more baths than any five women in the territory....”
Chapter Eight
Blue had chosen to make his cabin in the trees at the base of the hills. By building the cabin in the trees, he had protection in the winter when the Arctic winds howled down from the north. But putting his cabin in the trees instead of the valley below also meant that an enemy could sneak up on him.
It took him two years of hard labor, working on it whenever he had the time, to finish. Now, seeing it in nestled in trees on the opposite side of the valley, seeing his three horses and twenty-six longhorns eating the lush grass of the basin, he felt a rush of pride.
Not bad for a half-breed bastard nobody accepted, he thought. It was a not altogether pleasant awareness.
The barn was two hundred feet from the cabin in the valley and away from the tree line. The barn was a year older than the cabin. A man can only work on one building project at a time, and priorities had to be determined. Blue and his horses lived in the same building for many months.
“I finished my house the spring before last. I finished the barn the year before that,” Blue said, his dark face creased into a smile.
Ben looked across the valley. “You were telling me about it at Finnerman’s ranch when he held that summit about the horse thieves riding north into Canada.”
Blue wanted to change the subject. He’d been the tracker for the posse. They finally found the horse thieves, all seven of them, but not before they discovered a farmhouse where a husband, wife, and their four children had been slaughtered. The horse thieves had done the murdering simply because they needed whiskey and money, and they weren’t inclined to leave behind anyone who could identify them. All seven horse thieves knew that at the end of the trail only ropes awaited them. They decided to fight to the bitter end, and to a man they were shot down by the posse.
“I’ve put the roof on since then.” Blue shifted in the saddle and surreptitiously looked at Ella. He had known her father well and knew of her immense fortune. What would she think of his humble lodgings? Blue didn’t want to put much value in the opinion of a rich white woman, but that didn’t stop his guts from clenching a little with apprehension. “I don’t suppose it’s much to you, but—”
This time it was Ella who created instant silence by raising her hand. “Not another word, Blue. I’ve been in this saddle for days, so right now that house of yours looks as welcoming as a British castle made of marble with the drawbridge lowered especially for me. If you listen, you can even hear the trumpet fanfare.”
Blue gave the briefest nod in acknowledgement. He looked into Ella’s eyes, half expecting her to look away. She didn’t turn her eyes away, and in their blue depths was amusement. Blue sensed she liked evening the score with him, and his estimation of her went up once again.
“That’s a bit lofty for my home,” he said, “but I appreciate the intention just the same.”
When they reached the house, he took the reins for Queenie from Ella. “Why don’t you go on in and make yourself comfortable? I’ll put up your mare for you, Mrs. Murphy.”
He watched the heavy sway of her breasts beneath the jacket, blouse, and camisole as she swung down from the saddle. She turned to face him, putting her hands on the curve of her hips. The move forced her bosom to press a little more prominently against her shirtfront, though Blue doubted this was her intention.
Ella said sternly, “Say my name.”
“Ella.”
“There. Now that’s not so difficult, is it?” She smiled, and not for the first time did Blue notice just how plump and kissable her lips were. “I’d rather you didn’t call me Mrs. Murphy.” But then the smile transformed. It was a subtle change, but the smile infinitesimally turned sad and self-effacing. “And I’m hoping that I never give anyone reason to call me Mrs. Cutler.”
She lowered her eyes as though she said something to be ashamed of. Blue wanted to tell her she mustn’t be ashamed or embarrassed because of her unwise engagement to a despicable man. Though he was an articulate and literate man—the Lutheran missionaries made sure of that—he kept his silence. Perhaps it was because he was so strong himself, or maybe it was because he received so few comforting words in his life, either from the Blackfeet, who had never really accepted him into their tribe, or from the missionaries, who had given him an education but not an ounce of love. However it happened, giving comforting words was extremely difficult for Blue, and he cursed himself now because of it, knowing Ella was a woman needing gentle words that touched the soul.
“You’re a good woman, Ella.” His voice was rough-soft, hoarse with an inner tension, and he was surprised to hear the emotion in his tone. He hadn’t said much, but he was relieved to get any words out at all.
“Thank you, Blue. I owe you a favor,” Ella replied. She half-turned toward the cabin before stopping herself. Blue had a view of her in profile, and seeing the extravagance of her bosom reawakened his masculine senses to the presence of lush femininity nearby. “Actually, I owe you several favors,” she added. “There’s no doubt in my mind that you’re the best tracker in the territory. I swear you could track a mouse over a mountain of solid rock. Daddy always said there was nobody better than you.”
As difficult as it was for Blue to provide comforting words, it was even more difficult for him to accept words of praise. He turned away, leading his pinto and her Appaloosa into the barn.
* * * *
Dirk ran the curry comb over the rump of his black quarter horse with white stockings, added another half bucket of oats to the animal’s feed bin, then looked over at Ben. Their eyes met, and without exchanging a word, each voiced identical questions.
Will we make love to Ella tonight? What about Blue?
During the time he’d been riding with Ella, her lush beauty haunted Dirk day and night. He, quite naturally, often thought about their shared passion. Once her inhibitions had been seduced away, she had given herself without reservation. As she explained several times between bouts of lovemaking, her behavior simply wasn’t indicative of the woman she looked at in the mirror in the mornings. Knowing her licentious behavior was so out of character for her made the ménage a trois lovemaking even more intensely satisfying for Dirk.
But sex wasn’t the only thing that played with Dirk’s thoughts. In his mind he heard the music of her laughter even when he was all by himself, like earlier when he had ridden out ahead of Blue and the others to reconnoiter from the top of a hill into the neighboring valley. And of course there was that certain something in her eyes that was so completely different from all other women. Her eyes were a deep, rich navy blue that glistened wetly in a healthy way, though they could get cold and flinty in an instant if she thought she was being talked down to. And her breasts! Was there a woman within a thousand miles of the Badlands with such extravagant, round, responsive—
“Dirk? You all right there, my friend?” It was Ben, and he was giving Dirk a studied look.
“Sorry. You ready to go inside?” He was embarrassed at being caught daydreaming. Ella had a peculiar ability to make him feel positively adolescent.
Ben grinned then glanced over to see that Blue was still on the far side of the barn. In a whisper, he asked, “You were thinking about Ella, weren’t you?”
“When I’m around her, I feel like a boy, a damned love-struck pup.”
“Me, too, my friend. I never dreamed I’d feel so...”
“Naive?”
“No. More like giddy or something like that.” Ben’s brows narrowed, and his shoulders rose and fell briefly. “It’s like sex is all new to me again. But hell, you and I have been cutting a pretty wide swath through the ladies for years now.”
“Does it bother you we’re sharing her?”
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it. But she’s such a
woman! Sharing her passion is better than not experiencing it.” He looked away for a moment. “For all the things you and I have done over the years, this is the first time we’ve ever done something like this. And I’ve got to tell you, at first watching you with Ella really made me jealous, but now it just excites me. When I see you with her, it just makes me want to join in.”
It was Dirk’s turn to grin. “I watched her sucking you the other night. It made me hard as stone.”
Blue, having finished feeding, brushing, and watering his pinto and Ella’s Appaloosa, crossed the barn.
“It’ll be a bit crowded inside, I’m afraid, but at least we’ll all have a roof over our heads,” Blue said. “There’s only one bed.” He stepped outside and looked up at the dark sky. “I smell rain. Wouldn’t surprise me if we had some coming our way soon.”
“Only one bed,” Dirk repeated, putting a hand on the much smaller man’s shoulder, “but I’ve heard it has more than one occupant as often as not.”
Blue grinned. It was common knowledge that wealthy ladies in the territory, typically married, wishing to have an “exotic experience” rode to Blue’s out-of-the-way cabin or met him in a rented hotel suite. When he slept alone, it was by choice.
Smoke rose from the cabin’s two chimneys. One was for the fireplace, the other for the stove. Dirk was pleased that Ella, despite her vast wealth and numerous servants, hadn’t simply waited around for others to do what needed to be done. She took the initiative to get the fires started.
When he stepped into the cabin, last in the queue of men, he saw Ella standing near the stove. There was a smile on her lips, and it was obvious that she had undergone some physical exertion.
“I found your water buckets, and I followed your tracks to where you take your water from the stream,” she explained, talking to Blue. “Since you’re our host, I think you should take the first bath when the water’s the hottest and cleanest.”
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