The Last American Cowboy

by Vanessa Devereaux

  I couldn’t help myself now and didn’t care how it looked to him—I had to do it. I grabbed my nipples and started making circles around them as I moaned. I was pretty sure I was actually drooling as I felt a sort of double climax building.

  It was almost too much for me. I got dizzy and had to let my hands slip from my tits to the floor, where I dug my nails deep into the carpet.

  My orgasm hit me so hard I almost fell over sideways, but Blake caught me in time and held me as I screamed out.

  “Geez, lady, you’re a noisy one. I bet the hotel manager is saying, ‘That guest really likes our steaks,’” Blake whispered in my ear. I burst out laughing and this time did fall onto my side with Blake on top of me, laughing, too.

  Chapter Six

  “I think I’m ready to go again,” said Blake. He tugged at my left nipple before planting a kiss on it.

  “I’d better check that you’re right.” He grinned as I ran my hand down his belly and found his cock sitting up on it again. “You meet with my approval,” I said.

  “I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get this dick of mine inside you.”

  “I’m ready whenever you are.”

  We both stood, and he took me by surprise by lifting me up and carrying me over to the bed. I hoped I wasn’t too heavy, causing him to put his back out, which would ruin everything.

  Blake set me down on the mattress, took out a condom, and sheathed himself. “Any particular position you like?” he asked, climbing on the bed with me.

  I shook my head. “I like sex, period, so any way is good for me, but I’ll let you choose.”

  “How about the good old missionary style for beginners?”

  I liked the idea that we wouldn’t be doing this just once tonight. I rolled onto my back and parted my legs for him. He slid in between them and eased inside me, inch by erotic inch. He filled me to the max, and I loved the feeling of his dick filling my entire cavity.

  “Mmm, nice, tight little pussy,” he said as he began to thrust.

  He’d had lots of practice—that was obvious as he glided in and out, turning his body slightly left a bit, then right, and then back to the center, hitting every little spot in my vagina. I ran my fingers down the outline his biceps made on his arms. They bulged as he held his weight above my body and fucked me harder.

  I threw my head back and groaned. The tip of his dick went deeper, probing my sweet spot. I put my legs on his butt and crossed them at the ankles, allowing my pussy to swallow him further. He thrust harder, sending me toward the top of the bed, where my head now touched the wooden headboard.

  I’d never realized a guy could move this hard, fuck this fast, until now. I put my hands behind my head and braced myself, knowing I was about to climax. I bit my lip when it took me. The room twirled around, and I felt a pleasurable, shooting sensation hit my pussy and anus.

  Blake gave an extra hard thrust and climaxed himself.

  “So how was that, city girl?”

  He pulled out and flopped down next to me. He was covered in sweat now. The heat on his body intensified the smell of his aftershave and filled the air around us. I liked it and would probably remember it for the rest of my life.

  “That, cowboy, was off the charts. I don’t think I’ll ever go back to fucking with a city guy ever again.”

  “You going to put that in your article?”

  “No, but I might write a separate one and sell it to a woman’s magazine.”

  “Hell, no,” he said, pushing his hair back off his face. “Every woman in America will be heading this way, and I’ll be worn out.”

  I ran my hand down his chest and belly. “So are all cowboys great lovers? I mean, do you all give out-of-this-world orgasms?”

  “You want to try out some others and see for yourself?”

  I flipped onto my back. Was he suggesting what I thought?

  “You ever have a ménage à trois?” he asked.

  It was one thing I’d always fantasized about but, even if I’d ever found two willing guys, I doubted I’d actually go through with it. I’d always been nervous about having sex with two guys at once.

  “No…you mean you and another cowboy?”

  “Sure I do, unless you’d prefer me to try and find you a cowgirl.”

  “No, boys and only boys for me.”

  “Okay, let me round one up for tomorrow night. How about we do it at my ranch?”

  “Sounds good to me.” I was actually going to do this.

  “I think I have the perfect guy in mind and, if I know him as well as I think, he’ll jump at the chance to fuck you.”

  “You sure you don’t mind doing this?” I asked him.

  “Hey, I’m a guy, so there’s your answer. And to round things off for your trip here, the following day I think you should have a riding lesson and also learn about tying ropes.”

  I rolled onto my side, getting lightheaded from thinking about what other sexual experiences lay ahead for me.

  Chapter Seven

  The erotic thoughts spinning around in my head must have made me sleepy, or maybe it was the great climaxes I’d had since I’d met Blake, but I woke up realizing I’d dozed off. Blake was still beside me.

  “You have a nice nap?” he asked.

  “How long have I been asleep?”

  “Only about fifteen minutes. I had a siesta myself. It’s the steak and having sex straight after eating it that makes you drowsy.”

  I wasn’t sure if he was serious or not.

  A clap of thunder sounded directly overhead, and then there was a sudden downpour of rain. Some heavy enough to making pinging sounds on the window. I guessed, by the sound of things, some hail might be thrown in there, too.

  “That doesn’t sound like fun out there,” I said.

  “Nope, and I was thinking of staying the night. If that’s okay with you.”

  “Perfectly all right with me.” I’m not a big lover of storms, especially in a strange place, so Blake’s company was going to be welcome for several reasons. “So what do cowboys do on sleepovers? Or is it all about eating baked beans and farting round the campfire?”

  “Not when we’re with a lady. Once I’ve used the little boy’s room, I’ll be back to show you.”

  I rolled over on my side, grabbed the remote control, and flicked on the TV as Blake got off the bed and headed toward the bathroom. Maybe we could watch a movie together.

  I still hadn’t found anything worth watching, and he was back five minutes later, standing by the bed with his hands behind his back.

  “Roll over onto your belly for me, and close your eyes. No cheating.”

  I flicked off the TV, put the remote control on the nightstand, and then did as he asked. I felt the bed going down and guessed Blake had climbed onto it. His body slid up next to mine, its heat radiating onto my thigh. He ran his hand over my right ass cheek then slid his fingers down between both cheeks and penetrated my pussy. He pumped a few times, withdrew his finger, and then nothing…. Just what was he planning to do back there?

  “Can I open my—”

  Something cold slid inside me, and I laughed when I realized what I’d accidently left on the countertop in the bathroom.

  He kissed my back and neck as he twisted it around inside me a few times. “Is this what you play with when you’ve got no man to fuck you?”

  “Yeah, a girl has to use something.”

  “You ever played with it with a guy?” he asked.

  I shook my head as he very gently pumped me with my vibrator. He licked my neck as he thrust it harder and, without warning, it brought me to climax almost too quickly.

  “Hell, you must really love this thing,” he said, pulling it out.

  I opened my eyes and flipped over onto my back. I thought he was done, but he slid it into me again. I sat up on my elbows, and we both seemed equally fascinated by the sight of it slowly disappearing, first into my pubic hair then my pussy.

  It was driving me crazy now
, and I wanted to get the next orgasm out of the way, so I took the liberty of turning it on. Blake almost dropped it as it began to buzz. I set my body down on the bed and relaxed as Blake inserted it deeper inside me.

  “I want to watch you come, city girl.”

  I held his other hand and squeezed it with all my might as my climax built and took me over the edge. It was better than ever, and I suspected it was because Blake was in control of my battery-operated friend instead of me…and not to mention the fact that his hand was close to my pussy, too. He seemed to be so turned on watching me climax. I wondered if he’d ever done this sort of thing to a woman before.

  Next thing I knew, he’d flipped me on my belly, his cock had replaced the vibrator, and he was riding me.

  “Did I tell you I once was in a rodeo?” he asked, slapping my ass.

  Chapter Eight

  I got down to some serious work the following day when I headed to Blake’s ranch. I took more photos of him, the surrounding scenery, and guys on horses, and I chatted with him about what a typical day was like for a cowboy. I knew it would be a great article, and not just because the subject was drop-dead gorgeous.

  We reached an open field where a bunch of his ranch workers were mending a fence, so I started snapping away.

  “By the way, we’re all set for our ménage tonight.” Just hearing that made my pussy moist. I turned to face him. “He’s very excited about it,” said Blake.

  “Have I already seen him—met him?”

  “Maybe, maybe not.”

  “Come on, you can tell me.”

  “Look out there. He’s one of those guys, and that’s all I’m going to tell you.” He gave me one of his devilish grins again.

  I looked over at the men working on the fence. They all looked pretty good from this distance. I put the camera up to my eye and focused the lens to bring each man closer into view.

  Blake sneaked up behind me and put his hand on my butt. “See any you like?” he asked.

  “It’s hard to tell from this distance. Is his cock as big as yours?”

  “You think I go around checking out other cowboys’ dicks? Guess you’ll just have to wait until tonight to find out.”

  “So you and he won’t be doing the wild thing together while I watch?”

  He gave my butt a squeeze. “No, definitely not us two cowboys…. This isn’t Brokeback Mountain.”

  I laughed. He laughed, too.

  “So have either of you been in a ménage before?” I asked.

  “Yep, both of us…not the same one I should add. And for both of us, it’s been with two ladies, so this is a first for him and me, and we’re pretty excited. And I haven’t asked you, but I’m guessing you’re what…twenty-five?”

  I knew he was being nice. “I’m twenty-nine.”

  “That’s even better, because I found you a young one. He’s only twenty-three, but he’s been divorced for a year and hasn’t had sex since, so I think you’ll find him more than ready for you.”

  “So how are we going to do this?”

  “Be at my place at 8 p.m.”

  I looked back at the guys then put the camera up to my eye again. Geez, they all looked pretty fantastic to me.

  * * * * *

  I didn’t know what to wear to Blake’s ranch. After all, we’d be getting naked anyway, so I opted for my sweater and jeans again. When I arrived at his house, I saw a note pinned on his door.

  Come in, go upstairs, and it’s the first room on the left. Get undressed and wrap the towel around you. We’ll be waiting in my bedroom, which is down the hall on the right. The door will be open. B, your favorite cowboy.

  I stepped inside. The house was spacious and gorgeous, with Western-style décor. Rugs covered the hardwood floors, and photos of the West hung on the walls in the entryway. It was quiet, and the stairs gave a few squeaks as I headed up them. I found the first room, obviously a spare bedroom. A light-blue towel was draped over a chair by the bed. As requested, I took off everything and wrapped it around me, securing it in the front, then walked along the hallway and found Blake’s bedroom. I stood in the doorway and saw him and another guy already sitting on either side of the bed with towels secured around their waists.

  “You coming in to join us or just going to stand there?” asked Blake. I walked into the room. “This, by the way, is Josh. Josh, this is Fiona.”

  “Pleased to meet you.”

  “Same here,” I said, standing by the bed. Blake had picked well. Josh had brown eyes and was dark-haired, muscular, and tanned from working in the sun but actually looked younger than twenty-three.

  “How about getting on the bed with us?” suggested Blake. I squeezed in between them. “You get to unwrap us in a minute, but how about giving us both a little kiss to start things off?”

  I leaned over and put my mouth to Blake’s. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip before we pulled apart. Next, I leaned over and kissed Josh, who immediately put his tongue into my mouth. I pulled away and smiled. Yeah, this was going to be fun.

  “Okay, you unwrap us, and then we’ll unwrap you,” said Blake.

  Both men lay down on the bed for me. I kneeled between them, feeling juices slide out of me as I saw the very nice-looking bulges. I put my hands on both towels simultaneously and tugged them away from their bodies.

  Shit, I knew Blake was fantastic down there, but Josh wasn’t bad either. In fact, his dick, while not as long as Blake’s, was thicker and his balls heavier-looking. Both of them were already erect with their cocks sitting high up on their bellies.

  Not being one to hold back, I took each man’s dick in my hand and rubbed them up and down.

  “Shit, you’re getting us all worked up here,” said Blake. “I think it’s time to unwrap you. How about you do the honors, Josh?”

  Josh reached up and yanked the towel off me. He whistled. “Blake wasn’t lying when he said you were hot. Those are some breasts, lady.”

  I knew I was blushing now.

  “Just wait till you see this,” said Blake.

  He took me in his arms, flipped me on my back, and spread my legs. Josh couldn’t take his eyes off me as Blake parted my nether lips and cold air breezed past my pussy.

  “Geez, I think I’ll come just looking at her,” said Josh.

  “Fiona loves to be touched,” said Blake.

  I was in heaven as both of them started to caress me, my breasts, my tummy, and Josh ran his hands up my thighs and curled his fingers through my pubic hair. Blake played with my clit while Josh inserted his finger inside me and explored every little crevice of my vagina.

  “Just hang on tight, okay?” said Blake.

  Having no idea what he meant, I wasn’t quite ready for them doing a double act on me. Blake rubbed my clit while Josh finger fucked me. It took just thirty seconds of them going to work on me for me to climax. I shook and lifted my head off the bed, putting my hands over my eyes and hoping that would help me recover. Shit, what else had these two cowboys planned for tonight?

  Chapter Nine

  “Okay, who would you like to be inside you first?”

  Blake’s question threw me off-guard. I was still recovering from their previous act. I looked from one man to the other, one cock to another.

  “I can’t decide, so I want you to,” I finally said.

  Blake nodded to Josh. “I have Fiona all to myself tomorrow, so I’ll let you have some fun, and I’ll sit over there and watch the first time around.”

  He got off the bed and sat in a chair.

  Josh’s calloused hands caressed my breasts before he ran them down my stomach. He leaned over, inched his tongue down the center of my belly, and flicked its button. Next, he took hold of my legs and lifted them up, so my heels were resting on my butt.

  I was wide open for him and suddenly feeling self-conscious about doing this, especially with Blake watching. I thought Josh would enter me, but he leaned in, licked my clit, and then playfully bit it with the very tip of his teet
h. I groaned while running my hand through his thick hair, and his tongue plunged into my slit and twirled around inside me.

  I arched my back as he took me dangerously close to the edge. I whimpered and dug my fingers into his scalp as I found release. I was dizzy and lightheaded and, next thing I knew, he was inside me. Shit, it hurt for a bit. Every muscle down there was stretched and pulled as he thrust into me. My pussy got used to it a few minutes later, and I started to relax…enjoy.

  Blake…I’d almost forgotten about him. I turned my head to see him watching us with a smile on his face like he loved every second of observing his worker fucking me. I groaned as Josh’s dick pounded into me. He was rougher and harder than Blake, but I still enjoyed it.

  I threw my head back, feeling a familiar pull in my lower belly as I inched closer to the place I loved so much. The few minutes right before an orgasm, it’s building—you know it’s coming, but you want it to last, so you can savor it.

  I cried out when it finally arrived and hung onto Josh as he continued thrusting. He gave short pants, and I could tell he, too, was coming any minute. I lifted my butt to help him and, even though he was sheathed, felt him explode inside me.

  He pulled out, breathing heavily, and flopped onto his back.

  “That was a great fuck. Thank you,” said Josh, trying to get his breath back. I looked over at Blake.

  “Now come to me, city girl,” he said.

  I got off the bed, my legs still wobbling and my pussy still tingling, and walked over to him. He’d sheathed himself while Josh and I were having sex. He didn’t say anything but put his hand on his dick and offered it to me.

  I knew he wanted me to ride him while he sat in the chair. I straddled him and impaled myself on his cock. As I rocked back and forth, I realized that Josh was behind me now. He ran his hands down my spine, over my ass cheeks, and down my crack then massaged the opening to my anus as I rode Blake, who now pulled on my tits.