“What happened? Are you guys alright?” Derek didn’t answer, only went silently, solemnly into the barn.
“Don’t go back there, we had to shoot some coyotes. Derek’s a little shaken up--he doesn’t like to have to shoot animals. I’m gonna go dig them some graves.”
“You’re gonna bury them?”
“We always do. It makes Derek feel a little bit better about it.”
“Should I go check on him?”
“You can try. He usually just gets real quiet when something like this happens, but he likes you. You might be a comfort to him.” And with that, he headed off to the shed to get a shovel.
I opened the barn door and found Derek removing his shirt, his muscular back to me. I could see blood splattered on the sleeve.
“Are you alright?” I asked and he whirled towards me, surprised.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he smiled weakly. “It happens from time to time. I just hate to shoot animals. We have to protect our sheep, but they’re just doing what comes natural to ‘em, you know?”
“You have blood on your shirt,” I said.
“That last one was shot at the pretty close range.”
“Do you want me to wash it?”
“I’m just gonna throw it out.”
“There’s...there’s a little blood on your neck, too.” I looked around and saw a pail of water with a rag hanging over it. I wetted the rag and approached Derek as he stared down at me. I reached up to his bare neck and gently washed the coyote blood from him. He didn’t move, didn’t react, only stared intensely at me, and I began to feel my heart pound in my chest. I simply focused on the task at hand, not looking up into his beautiful blue eyes, continuing to rub his neck even after the blood disappeared from his skin.
“Donna…” he said, catching me around the wrist, and I lifted my gaze to meet his. His plaintive eyes were probing mine, searching for something. The rag dropped from my hand. “Donna…” he repeated in a low groan as he lifted his mother’s nightgown off of my body and threw it to the ground. “Let me bury myself in you…” he said, pulling me close to him, burying his face in my breasts. “Donna…”
His strong arms lifted my naked body up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked me over to a stack of hay and set me down, taking my nipple in his mouth and pulling it harshly with his teeth as I let out a little yelp. His strong hands were everywhere on my body, digging into my skin, grabbing me by the handful, trying to take me all in. He spread my legs wide his fingers pressing into the flesh of my inner thighs, and he began kissing my pussy passionately, his tongue diving into me deeply, his hot wet mouth open and hungry for me. I grabbed the back of his head and pressed him down harder into my desperate cunt.
“Derek, please…” I moaned, but I didn’t know what exactly I was begging for--only more. I simply wanted more. In response he turned me over on my stomach, my toes just barely touching the ground as I lay bent over the stack of hay. His rough hands spread my ass cheeks wide, then came down in a hard smack, his fingers grabbing my flesh hard, as he dove his tongue between my cheeks, tickling my asshole as his skilled tongue danced around the rim. It felt so good and warm and dirty, my face buried in the stack of hay, his tongue licking my most forbidden part with a hunger that made me want to give him anything he wanted. My body began to squirm and twist and I lost my balance, my feet sliding out from under me, but Derek caught me. I began unbuttoning his pants, and he stepped out of them as they fell to the ground. Pulling me close to him, my breasts smashed into his hard chest, his mouth biting my neck, one hand pulling my hair, the other pressed firmly onto my ass, I could feel his steel rod pressing between my legs, and I wanted him inside of me. I let him know by grasping his fat cock in my small hand and rubbing the tip up and down my slick opening, and he gasped in response.
“Derek, please...please fuck me…” I said. He pulled my hair, forcing my head back. He looked into my pleading face for a moment, his longing eyes taking me in, and he kissed me deeply, his long tongue filling my mouth as he picked me up and walked me up against the barn door. With his hand he guided his cock into my opening and pressed in, pressing me into the door as I took him.
His face was determined as he started fucking me, the door giving a little with every thrust, his eyes not leaving my face, which was twisted in pleasure. I could feel my face growing hot, could see the beads of sweat starting to form on his brow. Our bodies were slick and red with heat and sweat. He held me up with his hands on my ass, pulling me back and forth on his long, fat cock that hit me in the pit of my stomach with every thrust. My thighs were straining to hold on, but he relieved me of the pressure by setting me down and turning me around. I bent over and placed my hands on the door so he could enter me from behind.
My hands on the door, he was fucking me deep and fast now--so deep I didn’t know if I could take it, only that I wanted to. The wave of pleasure that had begun to rise mere minutes ago when I was with Mike came crashing out of me now, and I felt a stream of pleasure come running down my thigh as my body bucked and flailed.
“Yes, good girl…” he said, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me hard onto his cock. He grabbed my breast and squeezed as he hunched over me, his chest on my back, his teeth scraping my skin, his breathing ragged as I felt his own stream come rushing into me as he came. When finally he had unleashed the entirety of his load, he wrapped his arms around my panting, sweaty body, and pulled me to the ground where we collapsed, a mass of overheated limbs on the dirty, hay covered ground. He kissed my neck lovingly as he gently fondled my breast. We simply laid there like that for a moment, letting the world come back into focus.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I feel incredible,” I said, leaning my head back and kissing him. I did feel incredible--a feeling I was desperately trying to hold onto. But in the back of my mind was the question of Mike. These were uncharted waters for me--it surely wasn’t right to have slept with them both. And yet, everything about it felt so perfectly correct. I had never felt so happy and free and at home as I did in the company of these two men.
“We should get dressed,” he smiled. “I’ve got to teach you to ride a horse.”
Chapter 5
Mike and Derek were patient with me as they taught me about groundwork, how to make the horse trust me, how to mount, how to communicate with the horse. I was terrified of doing everything wrong, but they assured me I was a natural. And now here I was, quite comfortable atop a great, brown American quarter horse named Eula (for their grandmother).
“Okay, now it’s time to see how fast this baby can go,” Mike smiled up at me.
“No! I don’t want to go too fast!” I cried out, terrified.
“Baby steps, Mike,” Derek laughed. “Let’s try just a quicker trot. Just press your legs into Eula’s sides gently and she’ll go a little faster.”
I took in a deep breath and pressed into her sides, and just as Derek said, she started to trot lightly around the field.
“That’s it!” Mike called out. “You’re doing great!”
“If you feel comfortable with that, you can move your outside leg back and squeeze to make the horse canter,” Derek instructed. I did as I was told and the horse picked up speed, moving into a more rollicking gate that startled me a little bit, but I tried to remain calm and remembered Mike’s earlier advice to move my body with the horse. It only took a second to feel comfortable, and I let myself relax a bit, enjoying the sensation of riding the great beast as Mike and Derek beamed at me.
“You sure look good up there, sweetheart!” Mike called, and I could feel myself blush, though I worried that it might make Derek jealous. But before I could go down that thought spiral, a large crow suddenly dipped down from the sky, nearly colliding with Eula’s nose. Spooked, Eula came to a sudden stop, rearing up on her hind legs, and I realized I was being thrown, flying through the air in slow motion before hitting the ground hard on my side, the wind knocked
out of me.
Mike and Derek came rushing up, and before I could even comprehend what had happened, the two men were carrying me back to the house, Mike at my feet, Derek holding me under my arms. The sky jostled back and forth above me as my head swam. I saw the top of the door frame, the crack in the ceiling, and suddenly I was laying down on the couch where they placed me.
“You’re bleeding through your shirt,” Derek said, pulling it off of me. “How do you feel?”
“I’m...I’m okay,” I said, starting to get my bearings. Being thrown had given me a shock, but laying on the couch, I started to come back to reality.
“It doesn’t look too deep,” Mike said, his fingers on my ribcage, examining the wound. His fingers grazed a raw spot and I winced.
“I’m sorry, darling,” he said, kissing me on the forehead. “Let me get some peroxide.” Mike jogged back to the bathroom, while Derek stroked my forehead.
“I said I wouldn’t let anything happen to you on that horse,” he said, looking devastated.
“I’m okay,” I reassured him. “You couldn’t have predicted that.”
“I want to see if you have any other wounds. I’m gonna take your jeans off of you,” he said. “We’re gonna take good care of you, I promise,” he said, sliding down my zipper and pulling my jeans off of me. He lifted one leg and examined it closely with his eyes, his fingers, gauging my reaction to his touch. Mike emerged from the bathroom with a tube of cotton swabs and peroxide.
“Your legs are perfection, beautiful,” Derek said, lightly kissing my foot in reverence.
“Let’s tend to that nasty scrape,” Mike said, kneeling down at my side. He dabbed a ball of cotton with peroxide and pressed it into my rib cage. “It goes up pretty far,” he said, examining my body. “I’m gonna take your bra off of you sweetheart.” He gingerly wrapped his arms around me, careful to avoid my wound, and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts come tumbling out. My bra stuck to my scrape a little as he pulled it off and I winced again.
“Oh, baby, you’re banged up a little. But I think you’re gonna make it,” he winked, dabbing another cotton ball and working his way further up my rib cage, lifting my arm over my head to give him better access. “You let me know if anything hurts.”
“Your thigh’s a little bruised, but nothing too serious,” Derek said, tugging at the side of my panties and pulling them down a little to examine my hip. “That’s a bad bruise right there,” he said, kissing my hip tenderly. “Does that hurt, honey?”
“No, it feels good…” I murmured.
“We want you to feel as good as possible,” Mike said, kissing the side of my breast. “I’m so sorry this happened to you under our watch.”
“It’s okay…” I said as Derek began pulling my panties all the way off of me.
“You just tell us where it hurts,” Mike said, lifting up my breasts and examining underneath them, letting his hands graze up to my nipples, letting his fingers linger there. “How does that feel?”
“That’s good,” I moaned, as he tenderly turned me over, letting his fingers trail down my back. Derek began kissing his way up the backs of my thighs, sweetly, bringing my bruised body back to life with electricity. His lips grazed a tender spot, right at the top of my thigh, below my cheek, and I raised my ass up involuntarily in response.
“Poor baby,” he said, spreading my cheeks apart carefully and lightly kissing my asshole. My back arched sharply and I found myself up on all fours.
“Oh, she’s getting her strength back,” Mike smiled at me, fondling my dangling breasts, rolling my hard nipple between his fingers. To prove him right, I smiled back and reached for his zipper, pawing at it uselessly as Derek began licking the whole length of my undercarriage, starting at my clit and working his way back between my cheeks. Mike helped me out by pulling off his shirt and jeans, his boxers along with them. His cock was stiff and at attention, and I watched as he lightly stroked himself, his fat mushroom head pointed right at me. I leaned forward as Derek began burying his tongue in my ass, two fingers gently rubbing my pussy, and I lightly kissed the tip of Mike’s eager cock.
“What a good girl. We’re supposed to be taking care of you,” he sighed, as my mouth crept up his shaft, taking him as far into my mouth as I could. I withdrew, sucking on the tip, releasing it with a loud pop!
“You are,” I said. “You take such good care of me…” and I dove back down, letting him hit the back of my throat as he sucked in a breath sharply.
His cock felt so good and strong in my mouth. I could feel the blood surging through him and took great pleasure in how turned on he was by me.
“You like sucking Mike’s big cock?” Derek asked, letting his fingers slide up to my tight little asshole and work their way inside of me. Nobody had ever finger-fucked me there before, and I loved the feeling of him stretching me wide with the utmost care and gentleness. I backed up my ass harder onto his probing fingers, and Derek pulled me upright to a sitting position his hand around my waist, my legs splayed open as he filled me with his fingers. Mike leaned forward and sucked on my long, hard nipples fiercely as his fingers found their way to my pussy.
“You’re already gushing,” he said. “I love feeling you enjoy yourself.” He slid his fingers in and out of me in perfect rhythm with Derek.
“Tell me what you want,” Derek whispered in my ear, gently tugging my hair.
“I want more of you…” I moaned. Mike gently pulled me off of Derek’s hand (allowing Derek to stand and undress) and onto him as he laid back on the couch and I straddled him. I lowered myself down on his cock slowly, taking him inside of me inch by inch, feeling Derek’s eyes watching from behind me as I began to bounce lightly, feeling myself open up more and more each time he entered me, until I was able to come down hard, taking him all the way in, down to the base. I leaned back and felt Mike’s cock hit my g-spot, making my head reel. I opened my eyes and saw Derek standing over me, stroking his cock.
“Look at you…” he moaned. He bent down and flicked my clit with his tongue, then pulled back to watch my pussy slide up and down the length of Mike more closely. “Does it feel good being filled up with Mike’s cock?”
“I want more…” I pleaded.
“Of course, darlin’,” he said, tilting my head back gently. “You’re gonna have to get my cock good and wet, first.”
My pussy started contracting wildly as Derek entered my mouth. I loved having both of their cocks inside of me at once. I wondered if I needed to get his cock good and wet because he was going to enter me from behind. The thought of being so full with both Derek and Mike both scared and thrilled me. I took him deep in my mouth as he held my head in place. I knew what was coming when he withdrew and gently guided me forward until my breasts were dangling in Mike’s face. Mike took his cue and began licking and sucking my nipple as Derek positioned himself behind me, kissing my asshole wetly, and then inserting two fingers. I knew for sure I wanted his cock inside of me.
“You let us know if it hurts, honey,” Mike whispered. “We want to make you feel good.”
And with that, Derek withdrew his fingers and I felt the head of his cock begin to nudge its way inside of me, stretching me wider than I knew I could, filling me bit by bit as my moans became wails of pleasure.
“Can you take more?” Derek asked, squeezing my ass.
“Please--yes…” I cried, and with one big push he was all the way inside of me, the two giant cocks pressing into me in all the right places, making me feel full to overflowing. My pussy clamped down hard on Mike, and he responded by raising his hips, thrusting deeply into me. Derek held onto my hips and began to fuck me in rhythm with Mike, the two of them sliding in and out with ease. Each time they thrust inside of me, the pressure brought me close to the edge. Finally, the two pressed into me simultaneously and held me there, pinned, as Derek reached around me and found my clit, rubbing it lightly and quickly as I felt an enormous swelling of pleasure rising w
ithin me.
“Do you need to cum all over Mike’s cock, baby?” Derek said into my ear. I could feel Mike’s pulse in his cock as he pressed into me.
“It’s okay, darling. We’ve got you…” Mike smiled into my eyes. With his reassurance, I felt a thick stream come pouring out of me as I cried out, my body bucking violently between them, the two holding steady inside of me, Derek’s fingers not letting up, prolonging the flood that was racing down Mike’s cock.
“That’s it, honey…” Mike moaned, and I felt his own blood rush up to meet mine as I watched his face contort in ecstasy. Derek wrapped his arms around my torso, pulling me upright. He clutched at my breast as he continued to work my clit, Mike’s cock still inside of me, my orgasm still not letting up. I felt a powerful surge of something hot and thick go shooting inside of me, Derek’s low moans in my ear giving way to a lion’s roar.
The two of us collapsed on top of Mike, sweating and panting, their softening cocks lingering inside of me, twitching. They both kissed me lovingly on the neck and held me, and we fell asleep like that, limbs akimbo on the oversized couch.
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