by Shae Shannon
After a long examination, they both stood and walked over to her. Neither said a word. Jase moved to the other side of the bed and sat down. A growl vibrated past Lyndon’s lips sending a small quiver up her making her back arch. “Spread your legs wide, Emm.” She jumped to obey, startled that it was Jase who gave the command. “Do you see what I see, Lyndon? Look at that ripe, juicy cunt.”
“Damn it is perfect. Tell me how it tastes.”
Jase grinned. “My pleasure. EmmaLee, I am going to lick the sweet honey off your pretty little pussy. I want you to close your eyes, and know that we both are admiring your hot little body.” She responded, but it was so muffled and shaky they couldn’t understand. Jase lowered his mouth to brush over her flesh, and released a warm breath across her slit. Her back arched again. He flashed a wide grin to Lyndon, who nodded for him to continue. Instead of tenderly teasing her like he knew she expected, in one suck he latched onto her clit.
A yelp escaped her. “Oh God, Jase!” He circled his tongue down to dip into her dripping cootch, spearing it in and out of her. She pushed back against his mouth, and he pulled away. Lyndon instantly smacked her ass cheek. She bounced up in the air in a fit of screams. Lyndon calmly grabbed her wrists and pulled her flush with his body. He could feel her hard peaks cutting into his chest like tiny daggers. In a deep, calm voice, he soothed her.
“Emmie, did I hurt you?”
“Yes! You hit my butt! Of course it freaking hurt!” Her brow was still wrinkled and drawn, adding to the surprised and distraught look on her face.
He slowly rubbed his hands down her arms, up her sides, around her back, repeating the pattern to let the sensations fill her. “EmmaLee, did it hurt, or just startle you?”
A kaleidoscope of expressions washed over her while she sat in thought for a moment before answering. “I guess you just scared me. It stings though.” Her bottom lip came out in the most adorable pout he had ever seen, sending his balls to lock and load and his posture to waver. With one hand he reached between her thighs and ran his finger up her slit. His hand withdrew soaked with her moisture.
“Your body seems to like it a lot, whether your mind does or not. Look at how wet you got my hand.” Her eyes widened at the obvious milky cream on his finger. He gave her a few minutes to regain her thoughts. “Now, get back in the middle of the bed. Grip that headboard and don’t let go again.” This time, she didn’t hesitate. With a heated glance at both Lyndon and Jase, she crawled back into her previous position.
EmmaLee was trapped in a weird fantasy. The whole situation was confusing. Jase and Lyndon seemed to have switched into two totally different people. Her body was humming in ways it never had before, and her mind was all jacked up. So many nights she had dreamed of getting naked with any of the Dennison brothers, but never did it include them changing personalities, or her being spanked. The more she rolled it over in her mind, the easier it was to comprehend. The swat to her ass seemed to be warm now, in a calming way. Suddenly aware that she was butt-ass naked and they were still fully clothed, the thought erupted verbally. “Why am I nekked, and you two are still fully clothed? It just doesn’t seem fair if you ask me.”
Jase and Lyndon looked at each other before Jase spoke up. “Emm, zip it. Stop talking. Stop thinking. Feel.”
“I have something that will help.” Lyndon stood and walked over to the dresser. He rummaged through a few drawers, before finally returning with two silk scarves. EmmaLee had a feeling what he wanted to do with those, and her heart fluttered. She was normally extremely claustrophobic, and began to feel the panic before he even got close.
“Sorry guys but…”
Jase cut her off in midsentence. “We know, you are claustrophobic. Hush.” His deep tone drew goose bumps over her bare skin. The deep, commanding sound caressed her inside and out like soft velvet.
Both of their eyes had darkened, and were masked in an intensity that she had never seen. Lyndon ran his hands soothingly up and down her arms, before abruptly flipping her on her back. He remained silent, taking each motion slow and deliberate. Instead of restraining her arms first, allowing her to watch, he blindfolded her. As the world went dark, her first instinct was to fight and get free.
As if knowing exactly what was going on in her head, Lyndon’s warm breath glided against her ear in a soft whisper. “You are doing great, baby. Don’t panic. This is us taking your troubles, your worries, and your insecurities. Nothing will matter in a few minutes.” He dropped a quick peck on her earlobe, sending the overly loud kiss sound to rattle her brain.
She felt the silk of the scarf around her wrists. Hands pulled them over her head to tether on the headboard. She listened hard, trying to concentrate on the sounds they made for a clue to what they were doing next. A scuffle of movement beside her caught her attention, and she turned her head toward it. She still couldn’t see, which caught her off guard. Duh. Blindfold. What are they doing? I can’t tell where they are even. This is weird. She was jostled around a bit, before the bed dipped at her left side, and at her feet.
Strong but gentle hands drew her knees up, and spread her open wide. EmmaLee’s first instinct was to squeeze her knees shut in attempts to hide, but the same said hands held her in place. “Keep them open, darlin’.” After Jase seemed convinced that she wouldn’t disobey, he began caressing her flesh with his rough, callused palms. Her heart rate slowed with each passing coddle. The thick fog in her head began to clear.
A warm, moist tongue ran up the side of her neck. The sweet smell of Stetson Cologne filled her senses, revealing the identity of the mysterious mouth. Lyndon stopped just shy of her lips, dragging his across ever so gently. Soft kisses came next, making her hunger for more. EmmaLee tried to raise up and get more, but he stopped her. Lyndon proceeded to play his torturous game, marching from her mouth down to the swell of her boobs and back up. With each dip, he would come just inches from her begging nipples. She arched in an invitation to no avail. Lyndon’s teeth softly scraped her flesh, followed by kisses and licks. Her body ached and clenched, desperate for fulfillment. She squealed when teeth chomped down on both nipples, sending direct shots of liquid fire to her now gushing cunt. Her clit throbbed, and her lips tingled with the engorgement. EmmaLee’s hips arched upwards, hoping for attention where she needed it most. A firm hand ran down her stomach and gripped her smooth muff. The wonderful and generous opposable thumb pressed on the bud of nerves, causing more juice to run down her thigh. Her breath hitched, and she ground her pussy up into his hand. He quickly shoved two fingers deep up into her, making her all but scream. Her moans and groans were uncontainable. Both men sucked and ravished her tits, creating stings and sensual caresses that overloaded her senses. The hand on her cunt soon had a companion, and she gently floated into the heat that had ignited in her womb. She pulled against her restraints, twisting and turning in a fight for release. “We are both finger fucking your sweet little cunt, baby. Do you like that?” A bite pinched her hip, while licks and kisses sucked her ribs. It was a delightful contradiction of good and evil, and she fought with whatever side would bring her to the sweet victory she craved. Moisture dripped from her hole down over her virgin rosebud. The two fingers in her pussy abruptly pulled out, leaving an emptiness.
“No! Please, put them back in!” A deep growl vibrated from who she wasn’t sure, but she soon had three replace the void.
Lyndon was about to lose it. Her body was an inferno of need and unreleased desires. His own will was at its true test. Her sweet little cunt begged for more. Jase now had three fingers in her, and by the looks of things, he was doing something right.
Lyndon’s mouth started to water, yearning to suck the sweet cream that coated his fingers, but he had bigger plans. “Let’s see how our little tiger likes this, bro.” Jase watched on with the same animalistic hunger as he felt. He took his lubed finger and eased it in the tight pucker of her ass while Jase pumped in and out of her slit. A low, shaky groan escaped EmmaLee, and she clenched at
the intrusion. “Push against me, Emmie, baby. Push back. That’s it. Good girl.” He was soon knuckle deep, and easing in and out in a steady rhythm.
They seesawed in and out, watching her turn from needy to demanding. “Don’t stop! Fuck yes! More! I want more! I feel you both rubbing together in me!” She was on the edge. Lyndon added a second digit to her ass, giving her a full five finger discount up in her. In four plunges, she exploded. Her body bounced off of the bed, wresting within the range of her restraints. Her ass clenched his fingers, constricting like a boa around its prey. They didn’t stop, allowing her to ride each wave and aftershock of orgasm out until her body stilled. They gradually pulled out, and both men shucked off their clothes.
The sound of the door put Jase in defense mode, making him ready to attack or shield EmmaLee’s nakedness from prying eyes. Dixon stepped inside, and shut the door. Without a word, he sat on the small couch. Jase shot him a knowing grin, but instead of giving his appearance away, he turned back to EmmaLee and Lyndon. Lyndon arched his eyebrows in question, but kept stripping without skipping a beat.
Dixon had walked up the back steps and heard faint moans. Knowing good damn and well what they were from, he was unable to resist sneaking a peek. After seeing her blindfolded, he decided to watch the show. I will just stay to make sure they don’t hurt her. Fuck. Who am I kidding. His throbbing cock tested the seams of his jeans, and he had to unfasten the zipper and button to free the beast. The discomfort soon released, making him muffle a sigh.
Both Jase and Lyndon stood, staring at a very impatient EmmaLee with their cocks fisted. “Do you see this hot little flushed body we have, Lyndon?”
“Yep. I think it’s time we showed her exactly what we feel, and erase any doubt she may still have clouding in that pretty little head.” His hand rubbed up the inside of her thighs, tracing over her wet, swollen folds.
“I am going to fuck you in the ass, Emmie. Lyndon is going to fuck that sweet cunt. Do you understand what we want?” He paused, as if praying she wouldn’t refuse.
“Yes. I want you both to fill me. Please! Untie me!” Her voice crackled, its low tone sounding nothing like normal.
“Oh, Emmie baby. You are so fucking hot. Lyndon will undo your hands, but keep the blindfold on.” He dropped down between her legs while Lyndon worked the scarves around her wrists. He produced some baby oil from the nightstand, and massaged it over her plump peach and down her slit. He poured a generous amount on her pucker, and filled his hand with the lube. In a few, hard pumps, he sheathed his cock with the slick treatment, ready to slide in her tight tunnel of love.
Lyndon had removed the restraints and was in the process of rubbing her wrists to draw the circulation back in her arms when what sounded like a growl came from a restless and frustrated EmmaLee. “Easy, girl. Quit trying to get satisfaction and give it to us. I promise you will get all you want and then some.” He smiled as she tugged at her bottom lip with her pretty white teeth. Unable to resist, he dropped his mouth over EmmaLee’s to still her fidgeting. He made good as he drew her attention elsewhere and heated her blood up with each caress of his tongue against hers. When he finally retreated, he took her breath with him. Air panted in fast, soft puffs from her arched chest.
He quickly moved onto the bed and stretched out on his back, pulling her on top of him and smashing her hard, budded nipples against his chest. Over her shoulder, he could see Jase positioning between their legs.
Lyndon took her mouth again. There was nothing easy or sweet, but full consumption and domination. He charged and conquered in a hot, deep, oral assault. As she melted like butter in his arms, he worked the thick head of his cock into the deliciously tight depths of her pussy. Slow and steady, he fed her his length, pausing when he felt his balls touch flesh to allow her to adjust to his size. Her muscles contracted around his cock, nudging him to proceed.
Jase dropped his hand down on her bare cheek, making her jerk and moan. His hand caressed the pink spot, easing the sting and her muscles to relax. He repeated the swats, all in different places to bring her ass to a bright pink glow. “Her cunt is flooding with cream, Jase. I can feel it dripping down my balls. I think she likes your punishment.” Lyndon ground into her deep and hard. Jase traced the whelps with his tongue, easing down to the dip of her crack and across her pucker. She lifted toward his mouth, and gave Lyndon the opportunity to gain some momentum.
Lyndon glided in and out of the warm heaven, thrusting deep when Jase positioned his dick at her other hole. She tightened and tensed, giving signal that Jase was easing in. “Emmie, push down on Jase’s cock. Push against it.” He felt her muscles try to dislodge him, and he knew that she was doing what he instructed. Her channel grew tighter and tighter as Jase seated farther in her depths. The sensations on his cock were unbelievable, and from the grunts Jase couldn’t withhold, he was straining to withhold the urgent need to pound her and stake his claim.
EmmaLee had never felt so safe, complete, and stretched full. The painful burn in her newly deflowered cock holster had eased, leaving the small sting to throw more fuel on the fire growing in her womb. Two of the men who held the pieces to her heart now held the key to her pleasure. They began alternating in their movements, never letting her go empty. Each pump drew new sensations and hunger that soon rocked her into a desperation so intense screams rang from her constricted throat. Their hands wandered over her body, keeping every nerve ending included in the buildup of an epic euphoria. Her mind had faded into a faraway empty place, where nothing but the two men she was sandwiched in between mattered. The faster and harder they pumped in and out of her, the more she wanted. The friction against the thin lining that separated them made her tremble, and the faint sounds of primal males echoed in the distance.
Dixon was at the breaking point of his willpower. The sight before him made his jewels ache to mark her as his, and forget the self-righteous bullshit that had kept her at an arm’s length all of these years. The sweet sounds she murmured and screamed combined with the animalistic growls reverberated around the room. The hand that he had tightly wrapped around his throbbing rod stroked vigorously. His fist slammed down to the hilt, but still couldn’t come close to relieving the painful desire to feed his cock into her welcoming mouth to quiet her screams. It was the biggest turn-on watching her face heat with pure ecstasy, and her body acting as the cream filling of a cookie. His heart ached at the sudden realization that the missing link in this perfect scene was him. He pushed the thoughts and emotions aside, and thrust upward in his hand, pretending that it was her face.
EmmaLee was unable to see or speak, but all of the noises and feelings put her in a sensory overload. Small bites trailed up her neck and over her shoulder, giving her that extra boost of endorphins that brought her to the ledge. Never had she even fantasized about the wonderful feelings that now shot through her veins. She hadn’t ever felt so alive and wanted in her life.
In one abrupt motion, both Jase and Lyndon pulled out of her together. They thrust in simultaneously, rocking her body and shooting her over the edge. Hard, fast, deep pumps pistoned in and out of her holes, bringing wave after wave of heavenly euphoria. Her body stiffened, and contractions clenched the two pieces of meat that were buried inside of her. She felt both men drive into her in a forceful determination, until they went rigid and the twin cocks pulsed and filled her with hot spurts of cum. She rolled over the hills of aftershocks, high on the moment and lost in a spellbinding intoxication.
Dixon blew the moment EmmaLee arched and screamed her release. The sight of her body lost in the throes of passion, and her disconnection from the world, sent his balls into an explosion of bittersweet satisfaction. He felt the unrelenting pull to go to her and confess his undying love, but still he somehow remained fastened to the couch.
Shucking off his shirt, he wadded it up and cleaned the gooey mess. He knew he had to leave before the blindfold was removed, and it cut through his heart like a switchblade knife. Jase and Lyndon had pulled
out, and were cleaning the river of jizz dripping down EmmaLee’s thighs with a soft towel. Her skin was washed a sweet pink, and strands of her hair stuck to her face and neck from the gleaming sheet of sweat that covered her. Jase and Lyndon both looked back in his direction, both bearing toothy grins. He flipped them the bird, fixed his pants, and walked out. It was going to be a long-ass day.
Chapter 9
The rest of the morning was wonderful for EmmaLee. After the mind-blowing, reawakening sex that gave her a new outlook on life, they showered her in affection. The duo had taken her along on their chores, and gave her time to spend with the thriving baby calves while they worked on the broken fences and feeding tasks. They had just got the horses brushed down and fed, and were making plans to go mudding with the rest of the family and friends when Dixon walked through the barn and right up to her.