by Robin Gideon
It was too much. The hot, wet mouth feasting greedily on her breast, the slithering, stiffened tongue moving against her clit, combined with the handsome face pressed against her thighs, powerful hands gripping the cheeks of her ass, all while being securely tied up both hand and foot by two gorgeous men….
Bobbi Jo’s climax hit her with such force that she screamed as though in pain, her body wracked by spasms almost violent in intensity. She screamed loud enough, and long enough, that when she finished she actually heard the echo of her own voice. Her legs had ceased to hold her weight, though she wasn’t aware of it until she realized she was dangling from her wrists, bound by the belts of the men she was enraptured with in a most forbidden manner, attached to the wheel of a yacht the value of which she could hardly imagine.
“Stop,” she said, her voice hardly more than a whisper. For several more seconds she dangled there, hanging by her wrists, like a woman crucified on the altar of unlimited sensuality.
She had to struggle for a few seconds before she could get her feet beneath her once again. She finally returned to a standing position. When she looked down, she saw that Jacob remained on his knees in front of her, his hands still firmly kneading the cheeks of her ass. The lower part of his face was shiny with her juices, a guilty testament to the pleasures she had just experienced.
“This is so wrong,” she said, balancing uncertainly on bare feet that were bound together at the ankles with a man’s silk necktie. “Just because you can make me come, it doesn’t mean one woman being in love with two men is right.”
Caleb put a hand on his brother’s shoulder and rather forcefully pushed him aside.
“It’s my turn to try to change her mind,” he said with a certain confident swagger that Bobbi Jo thought she should protest against, but was too sensually satisfied to say anything about. That was often the case with these men, though she never commented on it.
Caleb resumed where Jacob had left off, though he did the deed slightly different. He spent more time nursing on her clit than licking it. Bobbi Jo wasn’t certain whether she liked it more, or liked it less. All she knew was that it was different. In the wildly lust-distorted confines of her consciousness, she struggled desperately to compartmentalize the fact that she had had one man on his knees giving her cunnilingus until she had climaxed, and now she had another man doing almost exactly the same thing. They were handsome. They were rich. And, most forbidden of all, they were brothers.
“Fuck.”
She had whispered the word. It wasn’t a shout, and it wasn’t a word that had to be ground out between teeth clenched in sexual tension. And it certainly wasn’t a word that she liked to say out loud, or even think. “Fuck,” she said again. And after several seconds, she declared a bit more loudly, and with a certain tone of helplessness, “I’m going to come again.”
She tried to scream, but Jacob clamped his palm over her mouth to prevent it. There was something forceful, dominating, in the move that made the climax she was experiencing even more draining. She shivered, and once again her legs collapsed beneath her. When she was suspended from her wrists, Caleb stopped pleasuring her.
Thank God he knows when to stop.
Bobbi Jo could see herself in her mind’s eye, arms outstretched and tied to a big, silver wheel for a magnificent yacht, a necktie surrounding her ankles, her body drained of energy from magnificent climaxes that had been foisted upon her in the most satisfying of ways….
“I give up,” she said, her voice hardly more than a whisper. “Untie me. You win. I’m yours.”
“Wait. I want more.” Jacob’s voice was a command.
Bobbi Jo could hardly believe what she’d heard. It took a serious effort on her part to lift her face to look up into his eyes.
“For God’s sake, Jacob, what more could you want from me?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Fine. I’ll be yours tomorrow.” She tried to get her legs beneath her, but found that she couldn’t. An overabundance of climaxes had drained her of any strength she might have possessed. “Satisfied?”
“No.”
“What then?” Sufficient time had passed that Bobbi Jo began to think in a more rational manner. Jacob just wasn’t making sense, as far as she could tell. She tried once more to get her feet beneath her, but again she failed.
“I want tomorrow, and every tomorrow after that. I want all the tomorrows from now until eternity.”
“My big brother is a smooth talker, much better than I,” Caleb said, “but his feelings are no different from my own.”
“In that case, I give up. I give in. The two of you are too much for me. Untie me, please, and let me take a shower. After that we’ll try to figure out how this whole ridiculous mess we’ve gotten ourselves into has any chance at all of working out.”
* * * *
“Blackballed!” Jimmy shouted, nearly hysterical. “What the hell do you mean I’ve been blackballed? My balls are as white as any man’s in North Dakota!”
Andy sighed and put his face in his hands. There were times when it was difficult talking to Jimmy and the rest of his brothers. It wasn’t that Andy was terribly fond of books, but he’d put a fair amount of time and effort into reading them when he was young. Enough time, anyway, to have some literacy. His brother’s hadn’t, and on a daily basis it showed.
“It means that we’re not going to get a job in the oil fields,” Andy said after a moment. “Those goddamn Blackridge brothers put the word out that we’re not to be hired, and they’ve got the clout to make sure that us getting jobs doesn’t happen.”
“So what the fuck are we going to do about it?” Jimmy asked. “You’re the one with all the ideas. What’s your idea now?”
Andy hated his brother then, hated him more than he ever had before because Jimmy just challenged his ability to be the leader of the family.
“Well?” Jimmy prodded.
“Seems to me that either Jacob or Caleb have got a hankering for Bobbi Jo. If that’s the case, then what I say is that we show them we’re not to be fucked with. If they fuck with us, then we fuck with them.” Andy was making this up as he went, but the more he thought about it, the better he liked the idea. “It’s Bobbi Jo that got us in this trouble, so it’s Bobbi Jo that’ll get us out of it. We grab the bitch and make it clear as a fuckin’ bell to Jacob and his brother that either the four of us get good-paying jobs on an oil rig right now, or Bobbi Jo’s cute face won’t be so fucking cute anymore.” He smiled. The idea was coming together, and the more he thought of it, the more he liked it. “If that cunt takes away our chance to make a living, then we take away her chance to make a living. That pretty face of hers won’t make so many tips if she looks like Frankenstein, now will it? I’ve got a knife that can slice through one of her pretty titties like it was made out of butter.” He laughed, and it was a sound that came from deep in his belly. He was back in control of his world now, and he knew it. “Better still, since that blonde bimbo seems so damned important to them, instead of having to bust out butts on the oil rigs for a living, what about we say we’ll give her back for four hundred grand?”
“Kidnapping?” Jimmy was smiling broadly. “Hey, I like the sound of that. Not you’re startin’ to think, big brother.”
Andy looked at him and said confidently, “Damned right I am.”
* * * *
The yacht had been anchored, and Bobbi Jo felt about as close to heaven as she was ever going to get. She had showered, brushed her hair, shaved with a new razor her under arms, legs, and pubic hair, felt decadent for not having on any perfume, and then walked up onto the deck wearing nothing but a smile.
The men didn’t seem to mind her lack of perfume, or her lack of clothing.
It was their turn to get comfortable. In only a couple minutes they were naked. Like Bobbi Jo, they wore a smile, though each had a semi-erect penis which Bobbi Jo suspected would require very little encouragement to become a fully engorged, raging hard-on.
Th
e men made whiskey cocktails for themselves, and a vodka-tonic with a splash of lime juice for Bobbi Jo. She took it, sipped, and then sat on the bench and stretched her feet out, angling herself toward the sun with her eyes closed. Never before in her life had she been completely naked outside and felt so free, so completely natural. And the fact that this had occurred while she was with two men only compounded the mystery.
Maybe it truly is meant to be…the three of us all together as one. Why else would it feel so natural? Maybe my body knows more than my brain.
“I don’t want you to feel pressured,” Jacob said, “but Caleb and I were talking about living arrangements on a go-forward basis. Obviously, a certain discretion is going to have to be maintained. The tight-asses in Williston and South Williston would get their noses out of joint if they knew about our ménage a trios. But we’re not the only threesome.”
I watched one of my best friends fuck the three men she loves…standing up in the women’s bathroom of a honky-tonk chicken joint. I wonder how much, if anything, they know about that.
“Considering the luxury that is currently surrounding me,” she said lazily, “and taking in mind the fact that I live in a rented room in a boarding house, I find myself curiously open-minded.”
But please remember, my main goal in life is to get the hell out of North Dakota, and once I get out, to stay out.
“Caleb and I have apartments in the same building that are close to each other, but not side-by-side. Maybe we can make a deal so that you can have the apartment that’s between us. The guy who lives there is a businessman. He’ll listen to reason.”
“Especially when you suggest he could turn one hell of a profit by moving out and letting you take over the lease?”
Jacob smiled in his charming way. Bobbi Jo’s gaze lingered on his mouth, then trailed down his bandaged ribs, then to his cock, which was showing more interest in her than it had a few moments ago.
“With a few adjustments, we can turn the three apartments into one big one. We each go in our own separate door, and nobody in the outside world will know the truth.”
“And a king-sized bed will be big enough for the three of us,” Caleb added. “If that’s not big enough for you, we can have something custom-made. There’s a mattress manufacturer in Paris that does nothing but special orders.”
These were tempting thoughts. Bobbi Jo took another sip of her cocktail. She felt a slight tingling in her clit, but resisted the urge to touch herself.
“Nothing but special orders? Now why would you men know someone like that?”
“We’re serious.” Jacob finished his cocktail, and set the glass aside. He rose to his feet, moving so that his shadow blocked the sun from Bobbi Jo. She looked up at him, a little concerned because she heard the change in his tone. “This isn’t just for tomorrow.”
Caleb drained his cocktail and stood shoulder to shoulder with his brother. “This is for always, Bobbi Jo. The sooner you understand that, the better it’s going to be for all of us.”
For a moment, Bobbi Jo felt fear pooling in her chest. These were big, strong, wealthy, determined men. They were men who always got what they wanted. Always. Without exception.
And they wanted her. They wanted her here with them in North Dakota.
And judging by the length and thickness of the erection each man possessed, they wanted her now.
Bobbi Jo was only a little surprised when they pulled her to her feet. Then both men took turns kissing her, one man feasting on her mouth while the other tantalized her body with kisses and licks.
She wrapped her fingers around the shafts of their cocks and squeezed.
My God, they’re hard. Big and hard. A girl could get hurt by these…or know more pleasure than she’d ever thought possible. One would be more than enough for any girl, and I’ve got two.
It was a dizzying reality for Bobbi Jo. Nothing in her small-town, thoroughly farming, ranching, and oil field background could prepare her for the kind of behavior she was now experiencing, the kind of lifestyle she was embarking upon.
Jacob stretched out on the padded bench, his body naked except for the bandage, glistening in the late afternoon sun, his cock hard as steel and hugging his belly. His eyes, glowing with desire, made nectar flow freely to the lips of Bobbi Jo’s sex.
“Come to me,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Straddle me. Just be careful of my ribs. Caleb and I want you…together. The three of us, all as one.”
Bobbi Jo shivered. Involuntarily, she looked down at Caleb’s cock. He wasn’t quite as thick as his older brother, but he was still a handsomely—even impressively—endowed man.
“Have you ever?” Caleb asked, his voice low, his lips brushing Bobbi Jo’s ear as he spoke.
Bobbi Jo thought briefly of lying. She wasn’t at all certain she wanted to continue. Finally, she nodded. Briefly. Just one time.
“But it was a long time ago. It was a boyfriend who said I was too big so he liked to do it there.” She closed her eyes, hardly able to believe that she was telling these men the truth. “He was my first boyfriend. I didn’t know at the time, but he really had nothing.” She released Caleb’s cock, took his hand, and pointed to his middle finger. “It was about this thick, and about that long. That’s a lot different than what you want to put inside me.”
“I’ll be careful,” Caleb said, and then kissed Bobbi Jo’s temple. “But think about it. Jacob inside you. Me inside you. Our cocks so close together. Filling you like you’ve never been filled before. Taking you as you’ve never been taken before.”
Bobbi Jo closed her eyes. These were dangerous images Caleb conjured. They were wicked and thrilling and things that Bobbi Jo didn’t want to want…but did, despite herself.
As though in a dream, she watched herself straddle Jacob’s lean hips, then with her fingertips lifted his rigid arousal from his belly to adjust it properly, and began to lower her hips.
Chapter 12
Caleb took a deep, calming breath. It helped a little, but not a lot. He got on the bench behind Bobbi Jo and then bent low so that he could watch from just inches away as she guided the head of his brother’s cock to her pussy.
I could watch this a thousand times and never tire of seeing it, he thought, amazed that one woman could so thoroughly enrapture both him and his brother.
Her pouty, pink sex lips parted for the head of Jacob’s cock, which slipped inside Bobbi Jo’s tight channel. She sighed. As always, the sound of her sigh was an aphrodisiac to Caleb’s senses.
As she lowered her hips, taking more and more of the hard, manly flesh into her cunt, Caleb leaned forward and kissed her on the back of her pelvis. He inhaled deeply, her scent adding dimensions to his erection. Her skin smelled of lavender soap. He kissed one of her buns, and then bared his teeth and nipped her skin. She let out a little yelp, and he smiled.
She’s perfect for us, he thought. So completely unexpected, and so completely perfect.
Bobbi Jo sank slowly until she had engulfed all of Jacob’s cock in her pussy. Jacob groaned, obviously liking the warmth of her cunt surrounding him. Bobbi Jo let out a low purr, almost like a kitten, and let her head rolled back on her shoulders. She gave her head a little shake, sending her blonde tresses flowing along her shoulders and back.
Caleb pushed his fingers into her hair at the nape of her neck and pulled back forcefully, clearly shocking Bobbi Jo. He rose and whispered harshly into her ear, “Bobbi Jo, you’re ours now. Ours however we want you, whenever we want you.” He rose higher, and with his other hand cupped her chin, turned her face, and then kissed her mouth fiercely. “It’s destiny. We were meant to be together.”
Bobbi Jo was trembling. He had played the Dom, and she was his willing—but with trepidation—submissive.
He released her hair and pushed her down so that her breasts were pressed against his brother’s chest. Then he began kissing down her shoulders and back, occasionally biting her softly, teasingly, hinting at pain without ever achie
ving it. He inhaled deeply many times, loving her clean scent fresh from the shower, and the special aroma of feminine arousal.
Her pussy was the temple where he and his brother would worship. They had found their goddess.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. “Every part of you.”
Bobbi Jo began moving her hips up and down very slowly. Caleb liked the fact that she was taking her time. He was in no hurry for this encounter to come to its logical, orgasmic conclusion.
He stretched out on his stomach on the bench, his cock rigid as steel and trapped beneath him. It wasn’t a terribly comfortable position to be in, but Caleb knew that sometimes sacrifices had to be made for a higher purpose.
On his belly, he could now watch his lover’s sex lips pucker inward slightly as she descended on his brother’s cock, and then pull slightly outward as she lifted up. He’d never before seen anything like that from such an up-close distance.
He looked at her back entrance. He knew she’d be tight. So very, very tight. She’d admitted to not being a virgin, but that didn’t matter. When he thrust between the pale cheeks of her ass and filled her with his power, she’d feel as though he was the first. There would be pain at being penetrated so thickly, so deeply. Caleb knew that. He wasn’t pleased about it, but he also accepted that sometimes supreme pleasure came with a price to pay.
Bobbi Jo was panting now, moving up and down a little faster. When she descended upon Jacob, she moved her hips in a circular motion for a moment.
“Stay there a second,” Caleb said quietly.
He put his hands on the warm, firm cheeks of Bobbi Jo’s ass, squeezed a couple times, and then leaned forward. His tongue grazed lightly over her back passage, flicking against incredibly sensitive nerve endings though not seeking entrance.
Bobbi Jo let out a yelp of surprise, whispered, “Holy fuck!”
No man has ever done this to her before, Caleb thought. I’m the first, and I’m going to make her come so hard she’ll never forget this afternoon. Never, ever will she forget this afternoon.