by Hawke, Jessa
They continued to suckle on her pebbled nipples, letting their tongues roll in circles over her hardened peaks. Soon the little buds were harder than ever, and they didn’t want to stop. They continued to flick their tongues and suck, and she knew that it was definitely one of the best feelings in the world.
The two men then moved their lips away from her tits and then pushed them against each other’s. It was hot to see, and Farrah felt turned on just by looking at the two men make out. She thought it was the sexiest thing ever, and while they did that, they moved their hands to her nipples, playing with them and teasing them. She gasped, loving the way that it felt. It was the hottest thing in the world, and Farrah loved the feeling. She craved more, and she wanted them all to herself.
After a moment or so, the two men broke away and looked at each other. They then looked at her, a smirk present on their faces. Without saying anything, they moved back to Farrah and started trailing kisses down to her pussy, touching the hem of her tights with their mouths. Their teeth grazed over it, and soon they pulled them off. Their teeth pulled them all the way down, and after a second they pushed their fingers to the sides of her panties, pulling those off as well. Farrah was soon naked in front of them, and Darian threw the panties and nylons off to the side. They then spread her legs, exposing her completely. Farrah gasped as the cold air hit her pussy in a forceful manner, for she wasn’t used to the air change in the office in that area. They dove right in, both of them licking and tasting her pussy in a sweet and succulent way. Farrah moaned, starting to move her hips and loving the way the two of them seemed to know just how to perfectly tease and tantalize her. They licked her clit, both of them fighting for the little bud. She could feel their tongues touching one another’s, so it was obvious that they both liked it. They continued to do this, flicking their tongues around and then trying to move lower. As they did that, they then moved their mouths towards her slit, both of them pushing their tongues inside. Farrah could feel her nectar flowing from her pussy.
After they teased her a little bit more, they pulled away. Farrah wondered what in the world they were planning, but after a moment, they both smiled. They started to each discard their shirts, both of them taking them off in a slow and seductive way. Farrah felt like she was watching her own personal little stripshow when she watched these two take it off, for she knew that it was something that she enjoyed. She wanted to see more. She was more than ready for them to take it all off and bear it all.
They took off their shirts, and she noticed that they both had ripped chests and gorgeous abs. She felt so out of shape in comparison to them, but she quickly put those thoughts out of her mind and returned to the present moment. As she looked at them, she licked her lips. They both looked amazing, and she had to admit that just seeing them like that was more than enough for her.
She felt herself blush as she watched the men take off their pants. They did it in a slow manner, taking their time with it. They wanted to each have the pleasure of making her happy, and as they stripped, they were both excited to see the consequences. As they took off their clothes, Farrah’s eyes were riveted to them. They took their pants off, leaving them only in their boxers. Maxwell was having fun with this, and Farrah could see both of their cocks very obviously under their boxers. The bulges were huge, and she wondered if she would get to have a taste of them.
They both looked magnificent. They then took their time to slowly pull down their boxers, revealing their massive lengths. They looked huge, and Farrah had to admit she wondered how this was going to feel. She wondered what it would be like to have two cocks inside of her, especially two that were both pretty big. They each looked at Farrah with a smile, before moving over to her mouth. Farrah was eyeing Maxwell’s member as it throbbed, and she saw it moving a little bit. It was pulsating, beating strongly for her.
“You want a taste of it?” he asked.
Farrah nodded, she didn’t hesitate about that at all. She opened her mouth, letting both of their cocks in. At first, it was kind of awkward having so much in there, but then she was able to get used to it. It was only a matter of time before she was completely filled up, and she wanted to feel it. Farrah started to take them in deeper, letting them go down her throat. She loved the feeling, and soon they both started to thrust into her mouth. Maxwell went faster, his cock loving the way that it felt. He liked the way his cock also grazed against Darian. They were both bisexual, and they loved to have fun with each other. Farrah just loved the way they both felt in her mouth. She let her tongue snake around as well, and she was feeling more and more excited.
She continued to move her tongue around and suck on them hard, both of them loving the way that it felt. This was better than anything she had ever experienced before, and she knew that they both were enjoying this. Darian started picking up the pace after a while as well, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before they did what they both wanted to do.
They pushed their cocks in deeper. Farrah didn’t know if she could take both of them in her throat, but she was able to after a second. The feeling of them in her mouth as she gagged on them felt amazing, and she knew that it was something that she never thought would feel this good. She continued to suck on both of them hard, loving the way that it felt. It was only a matter of time, and they both knew it.
All of a sudden, she felt them pull out of her mouth. They spread her legs, and after a moment Farrah felt herself get picked up by Maxwell. He rested her on his cock, the meaty organ filling her up. She moaned, loving the way it felt. At the same time, Darian took the backside. He pushed his fingers into her, lubing her up and making her feel good. Farrah moaned, and after a moment, he spread her butt cheeks and pushed himself into her.
At first, it felt weird with two cocks inside. She wasn’t used to the tight feeling, and she also felt a little bit of pain when it came to being fucked in the butt. It was something that she wasn’t used to, something that she hadn’t done before. She never thought she would lose her anal virginity in a wild situation like this, but sure enough, she did. After a couple of minutes though, she felt better, and she didn’t feel as much pain as she did before.
They then started to move, and at that point, she knew it was time. They started out slow, and then each of them quickening to a brisk pace. They didn’t want to hurt her, so they didn’t move as fast as they wanted to ideally go. After a bit though, they then moved faster inside of her. Farrah moaned, gripping Maxwell’s shoulder as she started to feel him penetrate her deeper and deeper. She loved the way that it felt, and after a bit, she could feel the raw desire that had start to come up. They each moved faster and faster, penetrating the right spot. When they hit it, Farrah moaned, bucking her hips in pleasure. She loved this, and she knew that they did as well.
After a couple more thrusts, Farrah knew it was the end. She let out a low moan, her body contorting with pleasure. She loved the way that it felt, and soon her body tightened up. She let out her release, the pleasure encasing her body and the waves of desire pulsing out immediately. It felt better than anything she had ever felt before, and she was happy to finally live out her rawest desires.
She came hard, her pussy tightening up and then releasing. The next one to come was Maxwell, who thrust forcefully inside of her. He felt his cock start to tense up, and after a brief second he came. His seed spilled into her pussy, making her moan with contentment.
Finally, Darian couldn’t take any more of the feeling of her tight ass. After one last thrust, he moaned, his cock twitching inside of her. He felt his release come out as well, the feeling better than anything he had ever felt before.
After he finished up, they both pulled out of her and set her down. Farrah was in heaven, and she loved the feeling that this gave her. It was better than anything before, and she knew that it was one of those things that made her go crazy with lust. She felt happy, and for the first time in a while she felt sexually satiated.
“What did you think? Did we prov
e to you that we like you?” Maxwell asked.
“You did. Definitely no doubt in my mind,” she admitted. Farrah hadn’t felt this good ever, and she liked it.
“Good. Because once we’re done with this project, maybe we can meet more often later on,” Darian replied.
Farrah agreed; she wanted to meet up with them to do this again sometime. She now had an insatiable craving for them both, and she was happy that they weren’t just interested in each other. They wanted her as well, and she knew that it was the truth.
After they got themselves together, they finished the project. It took no time, and they were able to submit it early. Needless to say they got the jobs, and they were all high executives. That didn’t mean that they didn’t have fun with each other though. In fact, they had even more fun now than they did ever before. Farrah was happy to be in this quirky relationship with them, and always looked for to their after-hours meetings in the boardroom.
THE END
C
Colorado Calling
“Oak Ridge, Colorado Territory. Next stop, ladies and gentleman, is Oak Ridge, Colorado Territory.”
Louisa Forest awoke, startled by the sound of the conductor’s voice as he walked through the rattling car. It had been a small miracle that she’d slept at all; the three day trip from Baltimore that had begun with so much hope had become increasingly exhausting as she found the shaking movements kept her awake through the empty plains of Iowa and Nebraska. It was all so disorienting as well. She had grown accustomed to city life, with its close quarters and settled horizon. There were always people around that she had known for her entire life. But as the train had shuttled across the country, everything familiar had fallen away beyond the Appalachians.
She looked down at her rumpled travel clothes with some distress. The pretty blue dress had gathered a fair share of dust from the travels, despite the pleasantly ornate Pullman car. Her beau had purchased her a good ticket, and for that she was grateful. However, as the days had wound onward, the soot that blew back from the engine had seemingly gotten into everything. She wasn’t sure how she was to maintain any mystery and attractiveness in such an environment.
Louisa pulled a hand mirror from her bag. She noticed she wasn’t the only one doing so; it seemed a few other unaccompanied women had the same destination on their ticket. She wasn’t surprised. It had been her friend Rebecca who had suggested she put a correspondence ad in the magazine, in hopes of finding a worthwhile man in the West. None of her suitors in Baltimore had been worthwhile, mostly gamblers and drinkers. Not that the same couldn’t be said in unsettled parts of the country, naturally, and Louisa had no illusions that life would be perfect or even better here.
However, she did have hope. There were good reasons to leave Maryland, as she recalled them. Rebecca had been just about the only one still talking to her after she and her family had supported the Union. When she had been a young teen, there had been at least one night of pure terror when a small mob had demanded her father come out and face them. Windows had been smashed, the police had turned out to just in time to chase the rioters away from burning down her tenement.
The friendly, neighborhood faces that she had known all her life, the butcher, the newspaper seller, the neighbors, had one by one gone cold as they associated the Forests with the “tyrant” Lincoln. Maryland had stayed loyal to the cause, but some parts of the state such as Baltimore were firmly set in Confederate sympathies. Only a handful of like-minded or forgiving neighbors had taken the Forest’s part when their son Donald had signed up to join the Union cause. When Donald returned in a box from Chancellorsville, her mother had died of a broken heart. The war ended, and she recalled sitting at the kitchen table with her father.
“A blacksmith must work, dear one.” He’d explained, his face looking pained. “I have a brother in Ohio who would be happy to take us in, and you could stay with family there. It is improper you have stayed on with me alone as long as you have. Were it not for the war, I’d have sent you on long ago.”
“I could not leave you alone here, father.” She had answered, fearing his suggestions.
“Yes, but you are a grown woman. It is perhaps time you make your own way in the world. If you wish to go with me to Ohio, I will be winding down my affairs here by the fall, October at the latest. If you wish to find a husband between now and then so that you may stay in Baltimore-”
“I have no love for this city left.” She had spat out. He smiled at her words, and she continued. “But I will see what I can do. I don’t wish to be a burden and, truth be told, I have grown lonely.”
Heading out into the plains in late September of 1965, she had her doubts about this wild place. The territory had just completed a mini-war of its own from what she’d read, the “Colorado War” between Kiowa, Cheyenne, Arapaho, and Comanche tribes and the white settlers. Though she was herself a settler, she felt sympathy for their cause. No one had invited people like herself to come to the west and claim these lands. It would have, perhaps, been more conducive to a civil society if folks like herself stayed East.
She reflected on these thoughts as she gazed out the window onto the eastern plains of Colorado, with her first real glimpse of the Rocky Mountain range fast approaching. She felt a bit like an interloper, an adventurer who was seeking a new life among a quickly-shifting backdrop. On the positive side, she could start a whole new life here, create her own identity without any preconceptions from her old life.
On the negative, she was marrying a man she knew almost nothing about.
The pictures they had exchanged gave her some hope. She looked to her locket to see his face again. He seemed an ordinary sort with a youthful, handsome face. His large mustache obscured part of his face, and he parted his hair down the middle. Louisa hoped that he was as kind as his letters had made him seem.
All of that would be settled soon enough. She could see that a few ranch houses were now in view, signs that they were approaching the town. The engine was slowing, and she smiled as she thought of the possibilities.
Eventually, the train stopped and she let out a deep sigh of relief, glad to be leaving the rocking train behind her at last.
She stepped off the train and waited to see Thomas, the man she’d been corresponding with over the past few months. To her consternation, she couldn’t place him. But as she pulled her bags off the train and waited, a trio of people approached. They included an older man, a young man around Thomas’s age, and a similarly young red-haired woman.
“Pardon me, ma’am.” The young man began. He had a brown mustache that somewhat resembled her Thomas. “We might be wrong, but would you be Miss Louisa Forest of Baltimore, Maryland?”
“That is I.” She confirmed, feeling uncomfortable. “I had hoped to meet Mr. Thomas Bradford here.”
“My brother.” The man said, and by his tone, she sensed she was about to receive some bad news. She wasn’t disappointed. “I’m sorry, there was no way to give you warning. Thomas died two days ago.”
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“You’ve all been so kind to me. I couldn’t eat another bite.” Louisa said, pushing away her plate.
Louisa had been invited to the Bradford home after the initial shock of the discovery. She was trying to be as polite as possible with the traumatized family. Though she too had suffered a loss of sorts, she had only known the man through his letters. She felt she had no right to grieve.
The older man, Jim, pushed away from the table as well. “Another wonderful meal, Ann. You’ve done well.”
“Thank you, uncle.” She kept her head down, her expression difficult to read. The other in their quartet, Jeb Bradford, had said little as well, leaving Jim to handle virtually all of the social interaction with their guest.
She felt as though she were intruding on their grief, and after clearing her throat, offered a thought. “You have been so generous, but I must ask one more favor. Before it becomes dark, would you be so kind as to find me a boarding house for women
of good character? I am so new here-”
“No, no.” Big Jim Bradford insisted, brushing his huge white beard. “We won’t hear of it. You’ll stay here as long as you please. No debate on that, now.”
“I have no desire to impose on your good nature.” She insisted.
“You’re new to the West, Miss Louisa. It wouldn’t be proper for us to allow you to do such a thing, not right away at least. Please do us this kindness.”
She nodded. “As you say, then. I’m ever so grateful.”
As Ann got up to clear away the table, Louisa joined her. Though her hostess tried to stop her, Louisa explained, “I don’t mind being a guest, but if you’ll allow me to be of some use it’d be very fine with me. I’ve been cooped up on a train for so long, a touch of work would be welcome.”
Ann consented and they took the dishes for washing up. As Louisa dried and Ann washed, she thought it best to say as little as possible. It was Ann who broke the silence.
“It’s been peaceful here for a long time. The war passed us by, praise God.” Ann said quietly.
“That’s good.” Louisa suggested.
“Yes, it was. But it couldn’t last, of course. Nothing good ever does.” Ann bitterly complained.
“Don’t say that. It’s not so.”
“It is. We were a quiet town until the saloon opened up. Frank Durant brought in gambling, dancing, a brothel, and a criminal element. My brother was trying to do something about it, until he was gunned down.”