by Roxie Noir
Wyatt tugged at Houston’s shirt with his free hand, loosening it from where it was tucked into his jeans, and Sadie saw a flash of dark, downy fur underneath his shirt. She took her hand away from Wyatt and began unbuttoning Houston’s shirt, starting at the top, nearly tearing it in her eagerness to see him shirtless.
“And you said be gentle,” Wyatt told Houston. He barely waited until his shirt was unbuttoned to begin tugging it off the other man’s shoulders and tossing it away, somewhere in the dark behind the couch.
Heart hammering, Sadie reached for Wyatt’ shirt next, leaning over to the left. She got it halfway done before she lost her balance and fell over, into his lap, with a yelp.
“Good lord,” said Houston.
“I’m fine,” giggled Sadie. Upside-down, she finished unbuttoning Wyatt’s shirt, her fingers clumsy on the buttons, and then she insistently tugged it off of him, throwing it behind the couch as well.
She sat back up, between them now, one leg still thrown over Houston’s lap, and ran her hands down both men’s chests, marveling at the soft hair there. Both men were heavily muscled from working outdoors, their shoulders and biceps bulging.
“You all do this much?” she asked.
Wyatt slipped one hand below her shirt, pressing it into her flesh, and slipped two fingertips below the lower edge of her bra, sending shivers over the sensitive skin there.
“Not enough,” he said. His fingertips pressed further up, toward her nipple, still under her bra.
Houston began unbuttoning her shirt.
“At least take it off,” he said to Wyatt.
“Don’t you ruin my fun,” said Wyatt. He shoved the rest of his hand beneath her bra, his rough palm sliding over her nipple. Sadie shuddered at his touch. “See, she likes that.”
Houston undid the last button on her shirt and Sadie slipped it off over her shoulders as Houston undid her bra clasp and it fell away as well.
In a blink, Houston was on her, his mouth at her shoulder and then moving for her nipple. He flicked it delicately with his tongue and Sadie felt it harden in the cool air. Then Wyatt’ hand was behind her head, drawing him down to her again, even as his other hand explored her left nipple.
Their mouths met and she moaned into him. Wyatt’s tongue explored her mouth as Houston sucked gently at one nipple, and someone’s hand - she had no idea whose - made its way up her leg to stop at the crotch of her jeans and rub her swollen cunt gently through the fabric.
Sadie found Wyatt’s belt buckle and tugged at it, desperately. It refused to budge, not until he released her, leaned back, and undid it. He pulled down his pants and boxers, tossing them away, presenting his cock with one hand.
“This what you’re looking for?” he asked.
It stood up proudly, long and thick and uncut, the veins standing out in a few places. When Sadie reached for it it filled her hand entirely and her fingers just touched on the other side. She gasped in delight, squeezing it, pumping her hand up and down on the firm, erect member.
“Oh,” said Wyatt, quietly, eyes closed, head back. Houston, too, was looking intently at Wyatt, drinking in the other man’s arousal, entranced. “Oh yes,” growled Wyatt, and then he opened his eyes, looked at Sadie and Houston. Then he reached a hand out to each, tugging at their belts.
Sadie released him and quickly undid her own belt, slipping out of her jeans and underwear and leaving them on the floor, feeling the warmth of the fire on her back, and then leaning over Houston, tugging his jeans down his legs, his hand now stroking Wyatt’ cock.
Then she knelt between the two of them, taking one cock in each hand. Without looking, she could barely tell them apart: both long and thick and hard as rocks. Just touching them made her cunt ache to be filled or even just touched.
Just as she thought that, both men reached for her, sliding their big, work-roughened hands between her legs. She pushed her knees apart to let them in and felt fingers part her lips and slide into the entrance of her slick channel.
“You’re wetter than a waterfall in spring,” said Wyatt, grinning.
Houston didn’t say anything, just slid two fingers up inside her. Sadie closed her eyes and groaned, thrusting her hips forward. Wyatt’ fingers circled her clit, rubbing her in slow, languorous circles as she sighed, both hands still on their cocks.
Then, as she opened her eyes, the two men leaned in toward each other, their mouths meeting again as though they were trying to devour each other, moving hungrily against each other. Sadie could nearly hear the rasp as stubble rubbed against stubble, could nearly feel the heat coming off them. The heat rose up inside of her as well, feeling like steam trapped inside a boiler. She moaned, and Wyatt began to move his fingers faster on her clit, rubbing her even harder. A third finger found its way up inside of her, and she moaned, no longer knowing or caring who was doing what.
Just as Sadie was about to come, the fingers pulled out of her cunt and trailed down the inside of her thigh, leaving a wet trail behind them. Then, the fingers rubbing her clit stopped slowly, and she opened her eyes, looked from one man to the other.
“Turn around,” said Houston. Sadie stood and turned, and then felt his big hands on her hips, guiding her backward. “Kneel on the couch again,” he said, offering her one hand to keep her steady.
She did, feel awkward but turned on, finally kneeling over him, facing away, and then feeling his hands pull her backward until she was almost falling except for Houston’s strong arms, holding her up. Then he lowered her, slowly, until suddenly she could feel his enormous cock at her entrance, just barely pushing her lips apart, ready to enter her at the slightest movement.
Sadie wiggled her ass back and forth, trying to lower herself onto it but she was held back by Houston’s burly arms. He chuckled and let her go, slowly. She sank onto his cock, feeling it split her wide, stretching her further than she’d ever gone with the local boys from high school. As she lowered herself she moaned involuntarily, the sheer pleasure of it building up inside her until there was nothing else she could do.
Someone’s hand was squeezing one nipple, then the other. Wyatt was right next to her, watching her intently. Then he was in front of her, standing, his hands and Houston’s all over her body, squeezing and pinching her nipples, down to her mound, up to her face, pressing his own mouth to hers. Then Houston’s hands were on her hips, tight, beginning to move her back and forth, up and down, and Sadie moaned, a sound of pure want.
She realized with a shock that he’d fit his entire cock inside her, and she reached down, just to make sure, only to feel her swollen lips up against him. Wyatt laughed, gently, his dimples sinking into his face, and kissed her neck, then her collarbone. His mouth made its way down her body, past her nipples, to her bellybutton, to her downy mound. He took one of Houston’s big thighs in each hand, and Houston scooted himself and Sadie forward to the edge of the couch where Wyatt knelt.
Wyatt looked up at her, and then licked her, slowly, with his tongue. He made one swipe over her clitoris and Sadie gasped and grabbed both of Houston’s knees for balance.
“Oh god,” she whispered.
Houston spread his knees apart, wrenching Sadie’s even wider, giving Wyatt better access to her. He lapped at her slowly, flicking his tongue back and forth across her clit as she gasped and moaned above him. He lowered his tongue to her cunt, stuffed full of Houston’s cock as he slowly pumped himself in and out of her, her lips tight around his girth. Wyatt licked Houston’s cock as it slid out, slowly, sucking his mouth to it briefly, then following it back up and to Sadie’s clit, lapping a few more times. He took Houston’s balls in one hand, cupping them gently as he teased Sadie with his tongue again.
Sadie thought she might go out of her mind — or that she was already there, because in the real world, there was no way she’d be getting fucked by one cowboy while the other licked her pussy. That sort of thing just didn’t happen to girls, but when she opened her eyes, there they both were. The fire inside her
kept building and building, and now Sadie was far past anything she’d ever felt before, lost in a pleasure land of nothing but a cock in her pussy and a tongue on her clit. She moaned nonstop, totally unaware of the sounds she was making.
Finally she reached the edge, and without warning, felt herself spill over it as the fire suddenly rocketed through her entire body, making every muscle clench over and over again as she shouted, full-throated.
“Oh my god,” she said, her voice bouncing off the rafters in the lodge. “Oh god, oh god...” Her nails left bloody half-moons on Houston’s thighs, but he didn’t stop rocking back and forth until he was certain she was finished coming, and then slowly stopped moving inside her, still hard.
Coming to her senses, Sadie brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. She cleared her throat self-consciously.
“Beautiful,” said Wyatt, grinning, his dimples deep in his face.
“Did you finish?” she asked the two of them, a little shyly.
“Not yet,” said Houston.
“I wouldn’t say you’re finished,” said Wyatt, and he put his hands on her sides and lifted her up. She felt an empty space inside where Houston’s cock had filled her.
“Is there more?” she asked. She pressed herself to Wyatt, his hard length against her lower belly.
“If you want,” he said.
Sadie smiled up at him and reached down with one hand for his cock. “I haven’t had you yet,” she said.
“And I haven’t had you,” said Houston from the couch.
“I think we can fix all this at once,” said Wyatt, stroking one nipple with his thumb. “Be a good girl and get on the couch.”
Sadie sat and looked up, expectantly.
“Hands and knees,” Wyatt said, and she obeyed, sinking into the soft leather. She arched her back and wiggled her ass, looking over her shoulder at the two of them. Wyatt put one hand on her ass and then turned to Houston, on his feet now, grabbing the other man and kissing him roughly before turning back toward her.
“You’re still soaking wet,” he said, running one thumb over her slit.
“I’m about to get fucked,” she said. “Of course I am.”
“I love your attitude,” he said. He put the head of his cock at her clit and Sadie breathed out in a rush, and then he slid it upwards until the head was nestled between her lips.
“Come on, fuck me,” she said, leaning back a little on her hands and knees.
“Yes ma’am,” Wyatt said, and he sunk his cock into her until he was buried up to the hilt.
Sadie moaned. He felt just as good as Houston had, his meaty member filling her up completely, sending sparks of pleasure throughout her entire body.
Then, Houston knelt on the couch behind Wyatt, his knees sinking into the leather as well. The couch shifted below all three of them as it took his weight.
“Ready?” he asked Wyatt. He took one of the other man’s ass cheeks in one hand, spreading it, and steadied the head of his cock at his tight hole.
“Always,” said Wyatt, his voice husky with lust.
Houston leaned in and Wyatt held his breath as the other man’s cock made its way, slowly but surely, through the ring of muscle and inside him, gripping Sadie’s hips tight. He groaned as Houston filled him, entering for what seemed like forever, until finally, he felt Houston’s hips come flush with his ass.
Lightly, Houston kissed the back of his neck, and then began to pull his cock out.
Sadie had felt Wyatt’ cock get even harder inside her, even as her cunt throbbed around him, ready to burst yet again. Then, slowly, he began fucking her, gently at first and then harder and harder. She looked over her shoulder at him, only to see Houston’s head right over his shoulder, Houston clearly fucking Wyatt even as Wyatt fucked her. She bit her lip and nearly came at the sight.
“I can’t last long like this,” moaned Wyatt, the dual sensation of filling and being filled making him lightheaded, almost more pleasure than he could handle flooding through his body. “Oh god, baby, fuck me slow or I’ll come.”
Houston snaked one arm around the other man, holding them tight together. “I’ll fuck you how I want,” he whispered savagely.
Sadie heard him and swallowed. Every time Wyatt thrust into her, there was an extra push when Houston thrust into him in turn, almost like being fucked by both of them at once. She gripped the couch tight in both hands and tried to hold out, tried to make it last just a little bit longer, this mind-blowing pleasure.
Then she felt Houston’s hand close around her hip, holding himself tight to Wyatt and Wyatt tight to her, grinding back and forth on her cunt, and she heard Wyatt moan, an ecstatic sound unlike any she’d ever heard before.
“Oh,” she whispered, and then she came so hard she nearly blacked out. For long seconds Sadie knew nothing except for an explosion of pure color behind her eyes, and there was nothing in the universe besides her cunt and its double-fucked feeling as she felt each man thrust, one into her, one into the other man. She was coming too hard to move, even to think or speak, pure waves of pleasure washing over her entire body.
As soon as Sadie started coming, her cunt spasmed around Wyatt, the muscles gripping him hard and sending him over the edge as well. “I’m coming,” he gasped, his hands digging into her as he emptied himself into the girl for so long he thought he might never stop. Then, he felt teeth on his shoulder and a big hand gripping his side as Houston’s cock spasmed in his own ass, shooting its seed deep inside him.
Houston was afraid he might draw blood but he couldn’t control himself. This felt so good he lost a sense of time or of how hard he was gripping; he just knew that if he didn’t, he might wash away with pleasure and never come back down to earth, so he held on as tight as he could to Wyatt.
Finally, after long minutes, the three people on the couch began to come to their senses. Sadie collapsed first, plopping straight down onto the couch, feeling suddenly exhausted and utterly boneless, like she couldn’t move again no matter how hard she tried. Wyatt collapsed onto her and Houston onto him, all still inside each other, for a long time, lying there quietly, watching the big fire.
After a long time, Wyatt spoke up.
“Did we ruin this couch?” he asked.
Sadie exhaled a long sigh. “I don’t think so,” she said, slowly. “They get a lot of use, my parents put some scotch guard or something on them.”
Houston, on top, finally pulled out of Wyatt and sat on the couch, facing forward. “We’re probably not the first people to fuck on them,” he said.
“Ew,” said Sadie.
Wyatt pulled out and sat next to Houston, who put an arm around the other man.
“Don’t think about it,” he said.
Sadie sat up and Wyatt, in turn, put his arm around her.
“I’ll try,” she said.
The two cowboys spent the night. Since the heat was off, the three slept in sleeping bags around the main hall, the fire and the wood stove both going all night. They woke up in the morning to the lights flicking back and on and Sadie’s parents unlocking the front door.
“Oh!” exclaimed her mother, when she saw three people scattered around the floor.
“Honey, I forgot to refill the generator,” said her father.
“I almost killed him last night when he told me that,” her mother said, rushing over to her daughter. “You’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” said Sadie, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
“You know me. I worry.”
“I know.”
“Morning, gentlemen,” her father said to Wyatt and Houston, both quickly rising, fully dressed, from their sleeping bags.
“Morning,” they said almost in unison.
“We were here when the power went off,” explained Wyatt. “Apologies for infringing on your hospitality, but we just didn’t feel right leaving Sadie up here all alone.”
“Thank you,” said her mother. “I do feel better knowing you two were up here if anything had
gone wrong.”
“No problem, ma’am,” said Houston. “We best be getting down the mountain now, though.”
“Please, stay for breakfast,” said Sadie’s mother. “It’s the least I can do.”
“Thank you very much,” said Houston. “But we’re due in Idaho in two days’ time.”
“Have a safe journey, gentlemen,” said Sadie’s father. He held out his hand and both cowboys shook it.
“Do you need any food?” asked her mother.
“We’re all right,” said Wyatt, and the two stepped out the door of the lodge.
Sadie’s mother looked at her again, worried.
“They didn’t try anything, did they?” she said
“Wyatt and Houston?” asked her father. “Not them.”
Her parents exchanged a long, knowing look.
“Good point,” said Sadie’s mother.
“I’m gonna go shower,” said Sadie.
She turned away from her parents so they wouldn’t see her smile.
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