by Cassie Cole
“You bet I am!”
He squinted up at the house. “Ya know, houses are usually finished before we run the lines…”
“The manager said they’ll run any lines once the foundation is complete. As you can see, it is.” I jabbed a finger at him. “The last guy canceled the install because he thought it was made by mistake, so I’m here to make sure everything gets installed. So you’d better not tell me there are any problems with this.”
“Best do what she says!” Chase yelled from across the open space. “She gets real ornery when she doesn’t get her way!”
The installation guy only shrugged. “Makes no difference to me. I’ll get started running the lines. Might take a few hours.”
I grinned. “I’ve been waiting three weeks for internet access. I can wait a little longer.”
It took him all day to run the fiber optic lines from the road all the way up the driveway: digging the holes, running protective tubing to house the optical fiber, and then guiding the fiber itself. By the time he installed the modem box and gigabit wireless router I was practically hopping with excitement.
“Now, this’ll need electricity to run…” the install guy said while connecting the wireless router to the modem in what would eventually be the den.
“I’ve got a gasoline generator powering a striped 20,000 milliamp battery backup,” I said impatiently.
He looked up at the wooden framework of the house. “These electronics can’t get wet. If it rains…”
“I’ll shield them with my body if I have to,” I said. “Are we done here?”
I was dragging the generator into place before his truck even left the property. As soon as the blue lights came on I squealed so loud I nearly made a construction worker fall off the roof.
I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in a folding chair outside the trailer, checking my emails while waiting for the boys to come in for the day. My cryptocurrency consulting firm was still getting set up, and I hadn’t submitted the business license to the county or even launched my webpage, but I already had a dozen corporate clients ready for me to manage their portfolios. Apparently my frantic phone calls three months ago had made an impression on the potential clients; when they learned I was no longer in charge of the cryptocurrency department at the First Bank of Austin, half of them immediately contacted me directly.
It had taken a lot of willpower not to send a gloating email to Mr. Cormoran, but somehow I mustered it.
There was still so much work to do. Once the Texas business license was approved, I needed to officially register with the SEC as both an Investment Adviser, and a Money Services Business. Then I had to register as a Commodities Trader with the CFTC. Cryptocurrency was confusing like that: part currency, part commodity. Once all of that happened, everything else could fall in line and I could start my business. The future was exciting.
Okay, it was a little scary. But mostly exciting.
When the boys came in on their horses I was waiting with my laptop. “Got something to show you,” I told them, turning the laptop around. “See the browser URL?”
Daniel squinted. “Jameson Investing dot com?”
“That’s the one. Hit enter and it’ll load my web page.”
I barely suppressed a giggle as Chase shoved the others out of the way and punched the enter key. The sound of drums played out of the speakers, followed by cheesy synthetic 80s music.
“…never gunna give you up, never gunna let you down…”
“This is a music video,” Chase said.
“I just rick-rolled you,” I explained. “That’s something people do to prank each other on the internet. Which we now have.” I gestured at the laptop like Vanna White. “Voila! The Jameson Ranch has joined the information age.”
“So your website is a prank?” Landon asked. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s only temporary. Until I make the website itself. You guys aren’t any fun!”
In honor of the internet being set up, Daniel cooked my favorite meal of his: skillet chicken in garlic cream sauce. We split a case of cheap beer while eating around the fire, laughing and joking about all the porn that was now at the boys’ fingertips.
As we rose from the fire, the Hughes brothers stretched and lingered for a moment, waiting to see what would happen. This had become a nightly routine: me picking who would join me in my trailer. The boys called it Cowboy Bachelorette, though I didn’t have any roses. Usually it was an individual, or nobody at all if I just wanted to crash. A couple of times, when we were especially tipsy, I’d taken two of them together. That was always extra fun.
But tonight I felt like celebrating.
“Why don’t you join me for a night cap?” I said. “All three of you.”
Nobody said a word as they followed me into my trailer, but I could feel their hungry smiles.
The trailer wasn’t much to look at, but it didn’t need to be when it was lasting only a few months until the ranch house was built. A simple kitchenette and eating area, with a wide bedroom at the other end. I wandered to the cabinet where the alcohol was… and kept going.
I turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. The three men stepped inside, curious as to what I was going to do. What I wanted.
“I want to see who I can get off fastest,” I said, reaching out to touch the front of their jeans. “And which one of you can last the longest. Whip ‘em out, cowboys.”
“I’m not sure that’s a contest I want to win,” Chase grinned as he removed his belt.
“Whoever lasts the longest gets something special,” I said. It was something I’d been fantasizing about for a while, now. Working my way up to.
“Special?”
“Special,” I said.
One by one their jeans went down, and their underwear: Chase and Landon in boxers, while Daniel wore boxer briefs. None of them were shy about being nude around each other anymore. I liked to think their lust for me overpowered any awkwardness that might have existed when this all started.
Gently, I reached out with both hands: caressing Landon on the left, and Daniel on the right. Their dicks flinched at my touch, eager to be stimulated. I let my fingers trace the lines of their heads, and the veins underneath, before finally tightening around the shaft.
I began stroking them, nice and steady. Landon let out a long sigh.
“Not that I’m complaining,” Chase said in the middle, “but it’s not fair for these two if you don’t do anything to me.”
I looked up at him from underneath my eyelashes. A big, bulging army dropout with dirty blond hair and a smile on his lips. “You’re gunna need the head start.”
His grin widened. Became smug. “I dunno about that.”
It was the kind of cockiness I had come to love from Chase. The kind that turned me on. It made me want to teach him a sexy lesson.
While still stroking off his brothers, I leaned my head in and wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock. He groaned loudly while I kept my lips there, sucking on just the head. He especially loved that.
There was no way I was letting him last the longest.
Soon I was pushing down on his cock, taking as much of it in my mouth as I could. I paused with my lips halfway down his cock, unable to go any farther on account of how wide he was.
I looked up to see him biting his lip. Good. I had him.
Like I was going for the gold, I bobbed my head back and forth on his cock. Long, rapid strokes like we were in the third act of a porno and the money shot was coming. Normally sex was something to draw out, make it last a while, but I wanted them coming as quick as possible. The sooner that happened, the sooner we could begin stage two of my plan.
Because I wanted them lasting extra long for that.
I continued jerking off Landon and Daniel just as fast, my anticipation of their three orgasms growing as quickly as their own pleasure. I loved that I could get three men off at the same time, their moans and sighs becoming simultaneously louder lik
e they could no longer hold it back.
Chase exploded first, a roar of ecstasy and defeat. I stopped moving and held my lips over his head, sucking each spurt out of him while he grabbed a handful of my hair.
Landon liked to watch, I’d learned, and the sight of me swallowing Chase’s load brought him to a quick climax next. His first rope shot out and surprised me, but I gave him the consolation prize of quickly sucking the rest out of him so there wouldn’t be a mess.
With them done, I turned my full attention to Daniel. He held a smile of satisfaction and victory and ecstasy, a wave of his raven hair hanging over one eye as I gripped his solid cock with both hands. Using both of them and my mouth I gave him a first-class blowjob, rubbing and stroking and sucking him for all I was worth until he roared and released like the others.
I stayed on the edge of the bed, grinning up at them. “Looks like the middle brother wins.”
“So,” he said in between gasps, “what do I win?”
“Let’s relax a bit. Let you three build your energy back up.”
“Hon, you know I can go again right away,” Daniel said smoothly. “You have that affect on me.”
“On all of us,” Landon said, pulling his boxers back up.
I laid back on the bed and let my boys climb in with me: Daniel to my left, Chase to my right, and Landon lingering down at the foot of the bed with his head on my ankles. God, having them all around me was so warm and comforting. I could have gone to bed right now, like this. I would have slept perfectly.
But I had other things on my mind.
Gently, I slid a hand down to unbutton my jeans and pull down the zipper. With my jeans opened just enough I slid a hand down my panties to touch myself: a finger over my tuft of hair to caress my lips, allowing the palm of my hand to indirectly rub against my clitoris.
Chase turned his head to watch without touching. After a few strokes I rolled onto my side to face him, giving him a soft, wet kiss. A peck on the lips, pulling back to gaze into his crystal eyes before going in for another gentle kiss. He smelled like beer and deodorant, with the strong scent of his musk just underneath. I rubbed myself harder.
Daniel shifted behind me, wondering why Chase was getting to kiss me if he was the one that won our little contest. But his time would come soon.
I played with myself until my fingers were wet from my juices, then let my hand drift over my hip and around the back. I could feel Daniel pause and watch as I moved my finger between my round cheeks, touching my forbidden hole. Rubbing around the rim. And then, as I’d done a dozen times by myself, I slid my finger inside to the first knuckle, then the second.
I let out a soft moan.
The rumble Daniel made was like a tiger seeing its prey walk out into the open. I felt his cock go immediately stiff against my back, a warm little prod. Chase’s eyes widened on me, and Landon stirred down by my feet. For a few moments I let them all watch while I pushed my finger in and out, savoring the soft, indirect stimulation.
“This is what you’ve been thinking about, isn’t it?” I purred.
“Maybe,” Daniel said.
Landon snorted while he let his fingers drift up and down my calf. “That’s a yes if I’ve ever heard one.”
I turned my head until I could see Daniel’s eyes. “You want to fuck me in the ass?”
“Yes,” he breathed. “More than anythin’.”
“There’s a bottle in the bedside table. Behind the book.”
Daniel scrambled and I heard the drawer open and close. I removed my finger and said, “Coat yourself, then me. Nice and good.”
After he took care of himself I felt the warm tingle of lubricated fingers slide down the crack of my ass to my little rosebud, rubbing around in a gentle circle. I bit my lip with anticipation as Daniel lay on his side next to me, the hair on his legs rubbing against mine with soft friction.
I don’t think I could’ve been more turned on as the tip of his cock pressed against my tight rear entrance.
He pushed, but nothing happened. I relaxed and he tried again, and this time the very tippy-top of his dick made its way inside, and then my ring widened for the rest of his head and narrowed again around the ridge.
“Fuck,” he groaned. For a second I was afraid he might come then and there, but he only kissed the place between my shoulder blades. “Does that hurt?”
I purred and said, “Only a little. But it’s the good kind of hurt. Just go slow and easy.”
I wasn’t lying for his benefit. Even just the head of his cock felt like I was taking a bowling ball up the ass, but it created an incredible indirect pressure on my internal walls. Like he was fucking my pussy from the inside-out.
I knew I was going to love this as much as him.
“Ohh,” I sighed as he pushed deeper. Just a few grains at a time, gentle and loving. Chase stroked my hair and kissed all over my face—on my forehead, and cheeks, and nose, and chin—to help me relax as Daniel’s hard meat penetrated deeper and deeper. With each push I could feel the lube coating me more, making it easier.
Soon it felt so good I was closing my eyes and moaning like I was alone.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
Daniel pulled back, every bit as slow, then pushed forward again. His hand grabbed my hip for leverage while he made love to my ass, his cock pushing a little bit deeper with each thrust. The pressure on my vaginal walls was incredible, running up and down and up again. I wondered how much of his cock I could take.
I couldn’t wait to find out.
Chase started kissing me passionately from the front, and his hand slid over my belly to rub my clit. It was like lighting a fuse; suddenly I was groaning and bucking against Daniel’s cock and then screaming as my orgasm came with shocking abruptness, hard and fast and quick, winking out as quickly as it had arrived.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed. Chase grinned at me.
“Your ass feels amazing,” Daniel said, pumping faster. Landon was making his way up the bed, kissing my legs and running his hands along my skin.
Even in the afterglow of my climax, everything felt so fucking good. I was like a machine for pleasure that had been turned on and wouldn’t stop until my batteries ran out of juice.
I reached between us and grabbed Chase’s cock, pulling him toward me. Rubbing the tip into my pubic hair, then down in between my lips.
“Can you handle that?” he asked, desperately hoping I would say yes.
“Go slow and we can find out.”
He scooched down to get a better angle, taking my upper leg and lifting it to give himself more room. I guided his head in between my lips and he pushed in, widening my lips. I reached back and put a hand on Daniel’s hip, and he paused with his cock halfway inside me, waiting.
With his head looking down and his dirty blond hair covering his face, Chase began to push inside.
It felt like any normal penetration at first. Then he was deep enough for me to feel the extra pressure from Daniel. I sucked in my breath, waiting to see how it felt. It was mildly uncomfortable… For a moment. Two or three heartbeats.
And then both of them were inside me at the same time, and a wave of ecstasy at the realization took over.
“Oh God,” I groaned.
Chase clenched his eyes shut. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
I moved my hips to urge them on, because as good as it felt just savoring the feeling of two cocks inside me at the same time, I wanted to feel them pumping inside me. Daniel returned to the same pace as before, sliding in and out of my ass with wonderful smooth lubrication. I could feel my inner walls wedged between him and Chase’s wide cock in my pussy, like two bodies grinding against each other with a bedsheet in between them.
When Chase finally began to move, it was like bolts of lightning shot out of his dick. He timed his backstroke with Daniel’s forward stroke, each of them pumping in time with one another like the pistons of a tractor engine. I closed my eyes and let my senses take in everything: Daniel’s chest p
ressing against my back while Chase’s muscular form pressed against my breasts. Landon nibbling on my inner thigh, just above the knee, while stroking himself softly.
The two hard cocks fucking my two holes.
I moaned loudly, wanting them to know how good it felt. I reached out a hand blindly and found Landon’s hair, and I grabbed a handful and yanked him to the top of the bed. He climbed over us and I slid my fingers down his sculpted chest until I reached his hard cock, pulling it down to my waiting mouth. He squatted over my face while I sucked him off, the third and final piece to the puzzle, all three of my holes filled by hot hard sexy man.
“Fuckin’ Jesus,” Daniel moaned into my shoulder blades. “I’m close.”
I pulled away from Landon’s meat long enough to demand: “Come in my ass.”
He groaned in response, my words lifting his pleasure an order of magnitude. “Come deep in my ass,” I said again, turning my head to stare at his face, drinking in his ecstasy. He looked like he was dying, face full of shock and surprise and almost pain, the pain of a pleasure that was so good you thought you might pass out. His hand tightened on my ass cheek as he thrust as hard as he could, pushing as deep as deep would go until I felt my asshole tightening around the base of his shaft, every inch of him inside me.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped, eyes rolling back into his head. “I’M. COMING. OHH. FUUUUUCK.”
I screamed with him as another orgasm climbed up my spine and paralyzed me with pleasure. Daniel continuing roaring as he pushed as deep as he could and held it there, cock spasmed inside my ass, squirting load after load deep into my forbidden hole.
I couldn’t keep watching his pleasure though because Chase grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back around to kiss me. He fucked my pussy faster and faster while Daniel continued coming, sweat rolling down his face and matting his hair. His tongue danced with mine as his thrusts became quick and jerky, and then his arm trembled in my hair and he made a noise deep in his throat as his dick began to tremble.
“Cindy,” he whispered, eyes wide. “Oh God, Cindy…”
He groaned as he came, spurts filling my pussy while he continued thrusting. He slowed gradually, his entire body rolling like muscular waves against my breast, a wall of hard masculinity crushing me with Daniel on the other side.
