by Ellie Hunt
He squeezed again.
With me still straddling Houston, Wyatt reached for the front of his shirt and pulled him in, roughly, inches in front of my face. His knuckles were white where he held the other man’s shirt and the flannel pulled hard at his side.
With one hand Houston reached up for the side of Wyatt’ face, gripping it roughly, pressing it to his own, and the other slid down to my ass, settling there gently and squeezing, just a little.
I put a hand on Wyatt’ thigh, and began sliding it up, slowly, watching the bulge that strained against his jeans. Wyatt groaned into the other man’s mouth, his own hand releasing Houston’s shirt and making its way down to his oversize silver belt buckle.
Encouraged, I ran my fingers lightly over the bulge, eyes still fixed on the two men.
Wyatt’s eyes squeezed shut even harder, and with the hand that had been on Houston he took my hand and placed his own over it, pressing his hips hard into both of us. Beneath his pants, I could feel the iron-hard rod of his erection, straining at his zipper.
The men broke apart again, and then Houston’s hand joined the two already at Wyatt’s crotch, the pressure of both men pressing down nearly squashing my hand onto the man’s erection.
Wyatt tugged at Houston’s shirt with his free hand, loosening it from where it was tucked into his jeans, and I saw a flash of dark, downy fur underneath his shirt. I took my hand away from Wyatt and began unbuttoning Houston’s shirt, starting at the top, nearly tearing it in my eagerness to see him shirtless.
“And you said be gentle,” Wyatt teased Houston. He barely waited until his shirt was unbuttoned to begin tugging it off the other man’s shoulders and tossing it away, somewhere in the dark behind the couch.
Heart hammering, I reached for Wyatt’s shirt next, leaning over to the left. I got it halfway done before I lost my balance and fell over, into his lap, with a yelp.
“Good lord,” said Houston.
“I’m fine,” I giggled. Upside-down, I finished unbuttoning Wyatt’s shirt, my fingers clumsy on the buttons, and then I insistently tugged it off of him, throwing it behind the couch as well.
I sat back up, between them now, one leg still thrown over Houston’s lap, and ran my hands down both men’s chests, marveling at the soft hair there. Both men were heavily muscled from working outdoors, their shoulders and biceps bulging.
“You all do this much?” I asked.
Wyatt slipped one hand below my shirt, pressing it into my flesh, and slipped two fingertips below the lower edge of my bra, sending shivers over the sensitive skin there.
“Not enough,” he said.
His fingertips pressed further up, toward my nipple, still under my bra.
Houston began unbuttoning my shirt.
“At least take it off,” he said to Wyatt.
“Don’t you ruin my fun,” said Wyatt. He shoved the rest of his hand beneath my bra, his rough palm sliding over my nipple.
I shuddered at his touch.
“See, she likes that.”
Houston undid the last button on my shirt and I slipped it off over my shoulders as Houston undid my bra clasp and it fell away as well.
In a blink, Houston was on me, his mouth at my shoulder and then moving for my nipple. He flicked it delicately with his tongue and I felt it harden in the cool air, a shiver moving down my spine.
Then Wyatt’s hand was behind my head, drawing him down to me again, even as his other hand explored my left nipple.
Our mouths met and I moaned into him. Wyatt’s tongue explored my mouth as Houston sucked gently at one nipple, and someone’s hand - I had no idea whose - made its way up my leg to stop at the crotch of my jeans and rub my swollen pussy gently through the fabric.
I found Wyatt’s belt buckle and tugged at it, desperately. It refused to budge, not until he released me, leaned back, and undid it. He pulled down his pants and boxers, tossing them away, presenting his cock with one hand.
“This what you’re looking for?” he asked.
It stood up proudly, long and thick, the veins standing out. When I reached for it it filled my hand entirely and my fingers just touched on the other side. I gasped in delight, squeezing it, pumping my hand up and down on the firm, erect member.
“Oh,” said Wyatt, his voice low and dangerous, eyes closed, head back. Houston, too, was looking intently at Wyatt, drinking in the other man’s arousal, entranced.
“Hell yes,” growled Wyatt, and then he opened his eyes, looked at me and Houston.
Then he reached a hand out to each, tugging at our belts.
I released him and quickly undid my own belt, slipping out of my jeans and underwear and leaving them on the floor, feeling the warmth of the fire on my back, and then leaning over Houston, tugging his jeans down his legs, his hand now stroking Wyatt’ cock.
Then I knelt between the two of them, taking one cock in each hand. Without looking, I could barely tell them apart: both long and thick and hard as rocks. Just touching them made my pussy ache to be filled or even just touched.
Just as I thought that, both men reached for me, sliding their big, work-roughened hands between my legs. I pushed my knees apart to let them in and felt fingers part my lips and slide into the entrance of my slick channel.
“You’re wetter than a waterfall in spring,” said Wyatt, grinning.
Houston didn’t say anything, just slid two fingers up inside me. I closed my eyes and groaned, thrusting my hips forward. Wyatt’s fingers circled my clit, rubbing me in slow, languorous circles as I sighed, both hands still on their cocks.
Then, as I opened my eyes, the two men leaned in toward each other, their mouths meeting again as though they were trying to devour each other, moving together hungrily. I could nearly hear the rasp of stubble rubbed against stubble, could nearly feel the heat coming off them.
The heat rose up inside of me as well, feeling like steam trapped inside a boiler. I moaned, and Wyatt began to move his fingers faster on my clit, rubbing me even harder. A third finger found its way up inside of me, and I moaned, no longer knowing or caring who was doing what.
Just as I was about to come, the fingers pulled out of my pussy and trailed down the inside of my thigh, leaving a wet trail behind them. Then, the fingers rubbing my clit stopped slowly, and I opened my eyes, looked from one man to the other.
“Turn around,” said Houston. I stood and turned, and then felt his big hands on my hips, guiding me backward.
“Kneel on the couch again,” he said, offering my one hand to keep my steady.
I did, pussy throbbing and aching with pure desire, finally kneeling over him, facing away, and then feeling his hands pull my backward until I was almost falling except for Houston’s strong arms, holding my up.
Then he lowered me, slowly, until suddenly I could feel his enormous cock at my entrance, just barely pushing my lips apart, ready to enter my at the slightest movement.
I wiggled my ass back and forth, trying to lower myself onto it but I was held back by Houston’s burly arms.
“Please,” I begged. “Please fuck me.”
He chuckled and let my go, slowly. I sank onto his cock, feeling it split me wide, fill me up utterly and completely.
I lowered myself, moaning, the sheer pleasure building up inside me until there was nothing else I could do.
Wyatt squeezedone nipple, then the other, watching my intently.
Then he was in front of me, standing, his hands and Houston’s all over my body, squeezing and pinching my nipples, down to my mound, up to my face, pressing his own mouth to mine.
Then Houston’s hands were on my hips, tight, beginning to move me back and forth, up and down, and I moaned, a sound of pure want.
I realized with a shock that he’d fit his entire cock inside me, and I reached down, just to make sure, only to feel my swollen lips up against him. Wyatt laughed, gently, his dimples sinking into his face, and kissed my neck, then my collarbone.
His mouth made its way down
my body, past my nipples, to my bellybutton, to my downy mound. He took one of Houston’s big thighs in each hand, and Houston scooted himself and I forward to the edge of the couch where Wyatt knelt.
Wyatt looked up at me, and then licked me, slowly. He made one swipe over my clit and I gasped and grabbed both of Houston’s knees for balance.
“Oh god,” I whispered.
Houston spread his knees apart, wrenching mine even wider, giving Wyatt better access to my pussy. He lapped at me slowly, flicking his tongue back and forth across my clit as I gasped and moaned above him.
He lowered his tongue to my pussy, stuffed full of Houston’s cock as he slowly pumped himself in and out of me, my lips tight around his girth. Wyatt licked Houston’s cock as it slid out, slowly, sucking his mouth to it briefly, then following it back up and to my clit, lapping and lapping, taking Houston’s balls in one hand, cupping them gently as he teased me with his tongue again.
I thought I might go out of my mind — or that I was already there, because in the real world, there was no way I’d be getting fucked by one cowboy while the other licked my pussy.
That sort of thing just didn’t happen to girls, but when I opened my eyes, there they both were. The fire inside my kept building and building, and now I was far past anything I’d ever felt before, lost in a pleasure land of nothing but a cock in my pussy and a tongue on my clit.
I moaned nonstop, helplessly.
“Don’t stop,” I begged them. “Please don’t stop, it feels so good when you fuck me…”
Finally I reached the edge, and without warning, the fire suddenly rocketed through my entire body, making every muscle clench over and over again as I shouted at the top of my lungs.
“Oh my god,” I said, my voice bouncing off the rafters in the lodge.
“Oh god, oh god…” my nails left bloody half-moons on Houston’s thighs, but he didn’t stop rocking back and forth until he was certain I was finished coming, and then slowly stopped moving inside me, still hard.
Coming to my senses, I brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes. I cleared my throat self-consciously.
“Beautiful,” said Wyatt, grinning, his dimples deep in his face.
“Did you finish?” I asked the two of them, a little shyly.
“Not yet,” said Houston.
“I wouldn’t say you’re finished,” said Wyatt, and he put his hands on my sides and lifted me up. I felt an empty space inside where Houston’s cock had filled me.
“Is there more?” I asked.
I pressed myself to Wyatt, his hard length against my lower belly.
“If you want,” he said.
I smiled up at him and reached down with one hand for his cock.
“I haven’t had you yet,” I said, stomach fluttering.
“And I haven’t had you,” said Houston from the couch.
“I think we can fix all this at once,” said Wyatt, stroking one nipple with his thumb. “Be a good girl and get on the couch.”
I sat and looked up, expectantly.
“Hands and knees,” Wyatt said, and I obeyed, sinking into the soft leather. I arched my back and wiggled my ass, looking over my shoulder at the two of them.
Wyatt put one hand on my ass and then turned to Houston, on his feet now, grabbing the other man and kissing him roughly before turning back toward me.
“You’re still soaking wet,” he said, running one thumb over my slit.
“I’m about to get fucked,” I said. “Of course I am.”
“I love your attitude,” he said. He put the head of his cock at my clit and I breathed out in a rush, and then he slid it upwards until the head was nestled between my lips.
“Come on, fuck me,” I said, leaning back a little on my hands and knees.
“Yes ma’am,” Wyatt said, and he sunk his cock into my until he was buried up to the hilt.
I moaned. He felt just as good as Houston had, his thick cock filling me up completely, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my entire body.
Then, Houston knelt on the couch behind Wyatt, his knees sinking into the leather as well. The couch shifted below all three of them as it took his weight.
“Ready?” he asked Wyatt. He took one of the other man’s ass cheeks in one hand, spreading it, and steadied the head of his cock at his tight hole.
“Always,” said Wyatt, his voice husky with lust.
Houston leaned in and Wyatt held his breath as the other man’s cock made its way, slowly but surely, through the ring of muscle and inside him, gripping my hips tight. I turned to watch, transfixed
Wyatt groaned as Houston filled him, entering for what seemed like forever, until finally, Houston’s hips were flush with his ass.
Lightly, Houston kissed the back of his neck, and then began to pull his cock out.
Wyatt’s cock hardened even more inside my aching pussy. Then, slowly, he began fucking me, gently at first and then harder and harder.
I looked over my shoulder at him, only to see Houston’s head right over his shoulder, Houston clearly fucking Wyatt even as Wyatt fucked me. I bit my lip and nearly came at the sight.
“I can’t last long like this,” moaned Wyatt. “Oh god, baby, fuck me slow or I’ll come.”
Houston snaked one arm around the other man, holding them tight together.
“I’ll fuck you how I want,” he whispered savagely.
I heard him and swallowed hard, Wyatt pounding my pussy with no mercy.
Every time Wyatt thrust into me, there was an extra push when Houston thrust into him in turn, almost like being fucked by both of them at once. I gripped the couch tight in both hands and tried to hold out, tried to make it last just a little bit longer, this mind-blowing pleasure.
Then I felt Houston’s hand close around my hip, holding himself tight to Wyatt and Wyatt tight to me, grinding back and forth in my pussy, and I heard Wyatt moan, an ecstatic sound unlike any I’d ever heard before.
“Oh,” I whispered, and then I came so hard I nearly blacked out.
For long seconds I knew nothing except for an explosion of pure color behind my eyes, and there was nothing in the universe besides my pussy and its double-fucked feeling as I felt each man thrust, one into my, one into the other man.
I was coming too hard to move, even to think or speak, pure waves of pleasure washing over my entire body.
As soon as I started coming, my cunt spasmed around Wyatt, the muscles gripping him hard and sending him over the edge as well.
“I’m coming,” he gasped, his hands digging into my as he emptied himself into me for so long I thought he might never stop.
Finally, after long minutes, we began to come to their senses. I collapsed first, plopping straight down onto the couch, feeling suddenly exhausted and utterly boneless, like I couldn’t move again no matter how hard I tried.
Wyatt collapsed onto me and Houston onto him, all still inside each other, for a long time, lying there quietly, watching the big fire.
After a long time, Wyatt spoke up.
“Did we ruin this couch?” he asked.
I exhaled a long sigh. “I don’t think so,” I said, slowly. “They get a lot of use, my parents put some scotch guard or something on them.”
Houston, on top, finally pulled out of Wyatt and sat on the couch, facing forward. “We’re probably not the first people to fuck on them,” he said.
“Ew,” I said.
Wyatt pulled out and sat next to Houston, who put an arm around the other man.
“Don’t think about it,” he said.
I sat up and Wyatt, in turn, put his arm around me.
“I’ll try,” I said.
The two cowboys spent the night. Since the heat was off, we slept in sleeping bags around the main hall, the fire and the wood stove both going all night. We woke up in the morning to the lights flicking back and on and Sadie’s parents unlocking the front door.
“Oh!” exclaimed my mother.
“Honey, I forgot to refill the g
enerator,” said my father.
“I almost killed him last night when he told me that,” my mother said, rushing over to me. “You’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” said I, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
“You know me. I worry.”
“I know.”
“Morning, gentlemen,” my father said to Wyatt and Houston, both quickly rising, fully dressed, from their sleeping bags.
“Morning,” they said almost in unison.
“We were here when the power went off,” explained Wyatt. “Apologies for infringing on your hospitality, but we just didn’t feel right leaving her up here all alone.”
“Thank you,” said my mother. “I do feel better knowing you two were up here if anything had gone wrong.”
“No problem, ma’am,” said Houston. “We’d best be getting down the mountain now, though.”
“Please, stay for breakfast,” said Sadie’s mother. “It’s the least I can do.”
“Thank you very much,” said Houston. “But we’re due in Idaho in two days’ time.”
“Have a safe journey, gentlemen,” said my father. He held out his hand and both cowboys shook it.
“Do you need any food?” asked my mother.
“We’re all right,” said Wyatt, and the two stepped out the door of the lodge.
My mom looked at me again, worried.
“They didn’t try anything, did they?” she said.
“Wyatt and Houston?” asked my father. “Not them.”
My parents exchanged a long, knowing look.
“Good point,” said Sadie’s mother.
“I’m gonna go shower,” I said.
I turned away from my parents so they wouldn’t see my smile.
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