by Marla Monroe
“Aw, baby. Don’t say no. I ran all the way here just to get in that hot cunt of yours.”
She sat her hands on her hips and mustered up a stern look. “Is that all I am to you? Somewhere to put your dick?”
“No, baby. I love your cooking, too,” Bolton teased.
He growled and picked her up, carrying her in the house and up the stairs to the bedroom. She laughed all the way as he nipped at her chin and earlobes.
“Put me down, right now.”
He complied by dumping her on the bed. She bounced then laughed and scrambled up to the top of the bed to hold on to the headboard.
“That’s right. Hold on, cause I’m going to fuck you so good you’re going to need something to hold on to.” Bolton started unfastening his jeans after slipping out of his boots.
At the sight of him undressing, he watched her pink tongue slip out and lick her lips. He loved that she enjoyed sex as much as they did. He peeled out of his thermals and grabbed her legs to pull them down. She squealed and halfheartedly fought him. He managed to get her boots off and her pants unfastened and halfway to her knees.
“Bend over and let me fuck that hot little cunt of yours, baby.”
“Bolton, you say the most romantic things to me.” She giggled and rolled over to give him what he asked for.
“I’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear while Brandon fucks you tonight.”
“Not if you’re both doing it at the same time.” She dropped a bombshell on him.
“What did you say?”
“You play with my ass all the time, but you’ve never taken me that way. I want to know what it feels like to have both of you inside me at the same time.”
“Baby, are you sure?” Bolton’s cock grew harder, if that were even possible.
He and Brandon had often talked about it, but never brought it up to her again, because they didn’t want to push her into anything she didn’t really want. Brandon would be in heaven if he knew he was having this conversation. He knew what it would feel like to be in her at the same time as his brother. She’d be so tight, it would literally squeeze the cum from their dicks.
“I’m sure, Bolton, or I wouldn’t have brought it up. I’ve been daydreaming about it for weeks now. Can you convince Brandon for me? You know he won’t do anything he thinks might hurt me. He’s still holding back fucking me. I can tell.”
“If you’re really sure, I’ll talk to him. Hell, I’ll convince him, but you have to be sure, baby. You know it will sting and burn some at first.”
“Nothing can hurt any worse than getting mauled by a wolf and then sewed up by a couple of farmers.”
“There is that,” Bolton said with a grin.
“So you’ll talk to him for me?” she asked with a pout.
“I’ll talk to him. Now turn around and give me that wet pussy. You’re all but dripping over there. I’m about ready to shoot my load just thinking about it.”
Heather giggled and turned back around. Bolton lined his straining dick up with her juicy slit, and pushed all the way in her with one long shove. She was so freaking wet. He slid right in. She moaned and began wiggling her ass.
“Move, Bolton. Do something.”
He grabbed her hips and began pumping his cock in and out of her hot cunt. Her pussy squeezed around him as he started to pull out each time, as if resisting losing him. He tunneled in and out of her over and over until he was sure he wouldn’t last much longer. When she reached between her legs, he figured she was going to finger her clit to make herself come, but instead, she tugged gently on his balls. That was all he needed. He shot her pussy full of cum with a loud roar. Never had he come so hard or so long. How in the world had she thought about that?
“Jeez, baby. That was awesome,” he was finally able to say in a wheezy whistle.
She lay on her side, grinning.
“You didn’t come though, and that’s not acceptable.” Bolton stretched out beside her and began fingering her clit. She gasped and grabbed hold of his head.
“Suck my nipples, Bolton.”
He latched onto one of them and began sucking. He used his other hand to pinch and pull on the other nipple. It wasn’t long before she was rising to meet his hand as he fingered her slit and rubbed over her clit. Then her eyes rolled back and she screamed her release. Bolton smiled, and wondered if Brandon had heard her. He wouldn’t be worried because he knew Bolton was with her.
“I can’t get enough of you, Heather.”
“I can’t get enough of either of you. I think about you whenever you’re gone, and can’t wait for you to get home. Do you think of me when you’re out in the field or in the barn?”
“Hell, why do you think I’m here? Couldn’t get you off my mind. Brandon and I fought over who got to come home and who had to stay and work the fences.”
“And you lost,” she teased.
“I think I won.”
* * * *
By the time Brandon got back to the house, he was about to poke a hole through his jeans. Ever since Bolton had told him what Heather had said, he’d been so hard he could have pounded those nails in the fence without a hammer.
He found her bent over, checking something in the oven. He groaned at the sight of her delectable ass. Soon, he told himself. Instead, he waited for her to stand up again, and pulled her back into his arms where he kissed the side of her neck.
“Something smells delicious, and it isn’t in that oven.”
“Mmmm, you don’t smell so delicious. I think you need a shower.” She turned around and wrinkled her nose at him.
“You think he stinks now, wait until this summer,” Bolton said as he walked inside.
“I bet you don’t smell that good, either.” She took a sniff and waved her hand in the air next to her nose. “You two need a shower before dinner.”
Brandon laughed and gave her a spank on the ass as he passed her to head up stairs. He would use the spare shower while Bolton used the master bath. He planned to be nice and clean for his Heather. His Heather. It sounded so damn good to be able to say that without it meaning something different. She belonged to him and Bolton, but as their wife, not their possession, and now she knew it without a doubt.
After dinner, they sat on the couch with Heather between them, talking about what they’d accomplished during the day. The flames from the fire danced before them, flashing subtle lights in Heather’s red hair.
“We’d have almost finished the fence line today if someone hadn’t gone home halfway around,” Brandon accused.
“If I hadn’t, you would have.”
“My point being, now we have to go back out tomorrow, and it will be my turn for a nooner.” Brandon leaned around Heather to stick his tongue out at his brother.
“Okay, boys. If you don’t play nice, neither of you will get anything.” Heather laughed and stood up, pulling them to their feet.
“Let’s go to bed. I’m thinking I might need a good, stiff…backrub tonight.”
“I’ll give you a stiff rub,” Bolton teased.
Brandon forced her hand to his crotch and his throbbing cock. “I’m stiff enough for all of us, baby.”
She rubbed her hand up and down the length of him through his jeans, then scratched her nails over the head of his dick through the material. He nearly came in his pants. Fuck, he was going to have to calm down, or he’d never last to even get in her tight ass.
They climbed the stairs one at a time, with her in the middle. Brandon watched her ass sway as she took each step after Bolton. He felt mesmerized by it, and nearly tripped when he came to the last step.
Bolton was already coming out of his boots and jeans by the time Brandon walked in the room. Heather laughed at the sight of his brother hopping around on one foot, trying to get his jeans off.
“You’re going to break your fool neck like that, Bolton.”
“Yeah, and you’re not chomping at the bit.”
Brandon rolled his lips inward to suppress a gr
in. His brother had no idea just how hard he was chomping. He sat on the bed and pulled off each boot before slowly standing up and unfastening his jeans. He prolonged the process just to prove to himself that he could. By the time he was down to his thermals, Bolton was all over Heather, sucking on her tits. Brandon groaned and nearly tore off his thermal underwear at the sight of Bolton’s tongue licking those sweet nipples. He climbed up on the bed and crawled to plant his face between her soft thighs.
Heather moaned as he took his first lick of her delectable pussy lips. He delved between them with his tongue, then separated them with his fingers so he could lick up her tangy cream. He rolled his eyes upward to see Bolton pinching one nipple while he nibbled the other one. Then he took in as much of her breast as he could stuff into his mouth, and moaned around it. Heather hummed her approval.
He was going to make sure she came at least once before they took her. Then she was going to come as many times as he could make her. He wanted her to remember tonight as nothing but pleasure. He wasn’t a fool. He knew that it would hurt at first, but he would make it feel good as soon as he was inside of her.
He inserted a finger into her cunt and searched for her G-spot. When he found it, he added another finger and softly brushed it over and over. Her keening noises grew in volume as she wound tighter and tighter on her way up to the top. Brandon pulled his fingers out covered in her sweet cream. He replaced them with the fingers from his other hand. Then he carefully inserted a finger inside of her little rosette, making sure to give her time to adjust before he added the second finger.
Bolton was feasting on her breasts, but snaked one hand down her belly to finger her clit as Brandon pumped his fingers in and out of both her pussy and her ass. He rubbed them together through the thin membrane separating them, and felt her begin to buck.
Heather started to tighten down on Brandon’s fingers.
“She’s ready, Bolton.”
His brother pinched her nipple and her clit at the same time that Brandon added a third finger to her ass. She screamed and tightened down around both sets of fingers. They slowly stroked her down until she was panting, but breathing again. Brandon carefully removed his fingers and ran to the bathroom to clean up, and to grab a bottle of lube he’d gotten at their last trip to Skyline.
Bolton already had her straddling him, though not on his dick yet. He was kissing her and running his hands up and down her arms in a soothing rhythm. Brandon laid his hands on her shoulders and began massaging them to ease the tenseness from them. She was nervous, but also curious. She peered at him over her shoulder and smiled.
“I just need to catch my breath,” she told him.
“You take all the time you need. I’m going to give you a back rub.”
She leaned down over Bolton. He ran his hands up and down her back. Then he began to gently massage her shoulders and along her spine until she was limp and moaning.
Bolton looked up at him with a strained look on his face. Brandon lifted an eyebrow at the expression.
“You’re rubbing her up and down my dick, man. It’s already hard as hell.”
Brandon full-out laughed and heard Heather chuckle, though halfheartedly. His brother narrowed his eyes at him.
“Come on, baby. Poor Bolton is in a hard way right now. He needs that slick cunt of yours around his cock.” Brandon lifted her up to her knees.
Heather lifted her body from Bolton’s abdomen and lined her pussy up with his stiff cock. She took him in one smooth drop. Brandon saw Bolton’s eyes roll back in his head. He could well understand how it felt.
“Bend over some, baby. Put your head on Bolton’s chest, and let me do all the work.”
* * * *
Heather let Brandon push her down to Bolton’s chest, and relaxed. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Yeah, she knew it would burn at first, but he had promised it would feel good after that. She trusted him. She loved him. He’d told her often enough in the last few weeks that he loved her that she believed him now.
When he squirted something cold on her back hole, she shivered. He laughed, and then rubbed the jelly-like substance around her hole before slowly pushing in a finger. It didn’t hurt, as they had been playing like this for awhile. She didn’t even mind the second finger when he pushed it in next. He moved them around and pumped in and out of her ass with them until he seemed satisfied. Then he pulled out and squirted the cold stuff into her ass and pushed three fingers inside of her. She yelped but didn’t pull away. It burned.
“Easy, baby. Push out and relax, like before.”
He didn’t move at first, then slowly began to push them farther in and pull them out. She did what he said, and pushed out as he pushed in. He began a slow rhythm of push and pull until she began thrusting with him.
“Okay, baby. I think you’re ready.”
“Thank God. Do you know how hard it is to be still with my dick in her tight pussy?”
“Shut up, Bolton,” his brother said.
Heather felt him pull his fingers free, then a few seconds later, the head of his cock began pushing against her back hole. She remembered what he had said and began to push out to let him in. It stung. She whimpered, but she continued to press out until, with a pop, he was inside past the tight ring. He remained still for a few seconds to let her pant through the initial pain. Then he began a slow pump, with Bolton pulling out at the same time he was pushing in. They struck up a rhythm of push and pull until she was wild with need.
“Oh, God. Faster, harder.Something!” She tried helping them, but couldn’t manage the rhythm.
“Easy. Let us do all the work. Just feel, baby.”
Brandon adjusted his stance, and his thick cock brushed over nerve endings she hadn’t known she had. She felt stuffed full of cock. With both of them pumping inside of her, she didn’t have a chance not to climax. Every spot in her body was being stimulated. Even her clit was rubbing against Bolton’s pubic hair. She could feel them rubbing against each other through that thin membrane. It was so erotic she felt like crying. She had never cried during sex before, but tears began to fall as she hurdled up a long line of electrical energy that grew out of her body to stop and prance along her clit and her nipples. She wasn’t going to be able to survive. She began to panic.
“I can’t stand it.”
“Are we hurting you?” Bolton stopped.
“No, no! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop. It doesn’t hurt. It’s going to kill me. It feels too good. I can’t handle it. Oh, God.” She thought she would explode when her climax hit her. She stiffened up and felt the men follow her as she tumbled over and over into bliss. Their loud shouts sounded a million miles away. She had no idea if she made a sound or not because she couldn’t think, only feel.
After what seemed like hours, she began to breathe and hear again. Brandon and Bolton were both lying next to her, rubbing up and down her arms, talking to each other.
“There she is,” Brandon said when she opened her eyes again.
“You passed out on us. I was worried,” Bolton said.
“Dear God. I’ve never.” She tried to think what to say and couldn’t.
“It’s okay. We’ve got you, baby.” Bolton kissed her lightly on the lips. “Just rest.”
She turned to look up at Brandon and smiled. “I’ve never felt so possessed in my life.”
“I hope it’s a good sort of possession,” he said.
“The best.”
Chapter Eleven
Spring found them all working hard from sunup to sundown. Heather spent most of her days in the garden, but she carried a gun with her everywhere she went. She had turned out to be a very good shot.
They had enlarged the garden to include enough for her to put up vegetables for the winter and possibly to trade at Barter Town. She hated going there, but they couldn’t leave her alone on the farm, and it wasn’t safe for only one of them to go, so she wrapped a sheet around her head so no one would really see her. She felt like a Bedouin woman
.
Spring passed, and summer parched them with a vengeance. They were lucky to have a small stream running through their farm. It didn’t dry up, but it got very low. She pumped water from one of the wells to water the garden and managed to keep it alive. The men helped her when they weren’t busy in the field with the animals or the hay.
Early one morning, she woke up feeling sick. She made it to the bathroom just in time to throw up. It felt like her insides were going to come up. It wasn’t long before she had both men in the tiny space with her. She couldn’t breathe.
“I need some room. Please,” she panted.
They backed up, but didn’t leave her. Brandon grabbed a bath cloth and dampened it before handing it to her.
“Wipe your face and cool off. You’ll feel better.”
Bolton looked as if he didn’t know what to do. Heather felt sorry for him. None of them had been sick since she’d been attacked by the wolf. He didn’t know how to handle it. She tried a smile, but even that much movement churned her gut. She wiped at her mouth and face and then leaned back against the wall for support.
“What can we do for you?” Brandon asked. He had a strange look on his face.
“Nothing. I just need to rest a minute. I must have a virus or something.” She already felt a little better, but really wanted to lie down again.
“How about if we carry you to bed? Do you think you would feel better lying down?” Bolton asked.
“Yeah, that would be nice. Help me up. I can stand now, I think.”
“Don’t move,” Brandon said. “Let Bolton carry you back to bed. I’m going to go get you some crackers.”
She frowned at him. Why would she want crackers when she’d just thrown up? She let Bolton pick her up and carry her back to bed. He climbed back in bed with her and cuddled around her. It felt good to feel his warmth at her back. She no longer felt nauseous, but didn’t feel up to getting up yet, either.
Brandon walked back in the room carrying a glass of water and a sleeve of crackers.
