“You just sit there, and we’ll bathe you,” Ben said with feigned casualness as he picked up the soap.
“All of you?” Ella asked, her tone interlaced with trepidation.
Ben leaned close so that his mouth brushed Ella’s ear as he spoke. “Just close your eyes, my lady. Leave everything to us.”
Ben rolled the large bar of soap in his hands to work up a frothy foam then handed the bar to Blue, who did the same. Though the men did not rehearse their actions, by an unspoken communication they knew none of them should touch Ella before any of the others.
Ella folded her arms over her breasts. Dirk and Blue, kneeling to her right and left, took her wrists and uncrossed her arms. And then, simultaneously, the men put their soapy hands upon Ella and began to wash her arms and shoulders with a curious tenderness.
* * * *
I’m going to hell for this. I’m going straight to hell, and I don’t give a damn!
Thoughts of fiery damnation were difficult to dwell upon when every nerve in Ella’s body was vibrantly alive and tingling with heightened sensitivity. She had three sets of masculine hands touching her, washing her, the fingers and palms slippery with soap suds, kneading the muscles in her shoulders, gently gliding over her breasts and arms and throat.
A sigh escaped her. She started to open her eyes then adamantly stopped herself. Ben told her to close her eyes, and she would follow his orders. On the only passion-filled evenings of her life she’d ever experienced, she followed every command given to her by Ben and Dirk, and the end result of her submissive obedience was more climaxes than she ever experienced before.
She rested her head against the tub’s sloping backrest and then, while battling with inner demons of modesty and the notion that no good woman would ever give herself to three men at the same time, rested her arms against the curled edges of the tub, availing herself completely.
“Raise your foot,” she heard Blue say.
Strong fingers wrapped around her ankle, lifting her foot out of the water. Ella understood she really had little choice over what happened, and the awareness caused a small shiver to go through her. Unable to keep her eyes closed, Ella opened them as she straightened her leg, angling her foot toward the far wall.
“Beautiful legs,” Blue said quietly, his soapy hands massaging Ella’s foot. When he worked a slippery finger between her toes, Ella flinched and giggled. “Ticklish?”
Ella nodded. She did not trust herself to speak in as casual a tone as the men. Her senses were rapidly overloading with erotic stimulation. Though it had been wickedly arousing to have Ben and Dirk simultaneously using their charms on her, to have three men working their soapy hands over her naked, fatigued body was divine.
While Blue washed Ella’s left leg, Dirk washed her right arm. And leaning around the high back of the rectangular tub, Ben worked his soapy hands over her shoulders and upper arms.
Ella knew her perceptions were deceiving her because everything seemed so natural, so harmless, but what was happening could not be considered natural or harmless. These were cattlemen and horsemen, men who lived with a lasso in their hands, and consequently their hands were callused from hard labor. But with the soap, their hands were silky soft as they touched, rubbed, cleaned, caressed. Sensual receptivity hummed through every nerve in Ella’s body.
Blue placed her foot back in the water and said in a soft but commanding voice, “Lift your bottom up.”
A sob caught in Ella’s throat. She looked into the Indian’s dark, fathomless eyes for a moment. Though different from Dirk and Ben, in matters concerning comportment and competence, he was identical to his friends when it came to self-confidence. She closed her eyes to summon courage then arched her back, lifting her pelvis up out of the water.
“That’s it. That’s right,” Blue purred, his fingers tantalizing as they began working their way up her tapering thigh.
Dirk released Ella’s arm. When his big hands closed over her breasts, his soapy fingers circling her pink, erect nipples, Ella uttered a warbling sigh then said, “Oh, God!” when Blue’s palm pressed against the lips of her pussy.
Her thighs clamped shut, but it was an unconscious move from a feminine body unaccustomed to receiving so much pleasure from so many different nerve endings all at one time.
“Spread your knees.” Ben’s tone was low and authoritative.
“Oh, God,” Ella whispered, hearing the domination in his voice. In her heart she knew she had little choice but to relent to desires she could not possibly resist.
It was as though her legs belonged to someone else. Slowly, her knees spread apart. Blue brought his hand back to her pussy, and Ella watched as he circled her clitoris briefly with the tip of his middle finger before easing the digit between her pink lips. The smooth slide of the finger into her body was electric. Her mouth opened, but the gasp of pure pleasure remained silent—momentarily.
“Oh, God!” she exclaimed an instant later when Blue had a finger inside her pussy and caressed her clitoris with his thumb. After several seconds, she explained, “That’s too good!” And then, “My blood’s on fire!”
It was an awkward position to be in, her feet in the water with her hips lifted up above the mountain of soap bubbles, her thighs quivering as passion escalated, Dirk’s big hands tantalizing her nipples while Blue’s hands worked demonic magic upon her pussy. Awkward, but magnificently entertaining.
She felt Ben’s breath against her ear when he whispered, “Come for us, my sweet. Surrender, Ella. Surrender yourself to us. Submit.”
The climax hit Ella faster and harder than she expected. Ben’s words were the aphrodisiac that added the last touch of wantonness Ella needed to erupt. The orgasmic contractions were painfully powerful, and she shuddered as the erotic energy was released from her body.
And once the last spasm squeezed Blue’s invading fingers, Ella was far too sensitive to let the caresses continue. She dropped back into the tub, splashing water over both sides in the process.
“Stop!” Ella panted. “I can’t take anymore.”
Ella rested her head against the tub’s angling backrest, closing her eyes to savor the delicious afterglow. She felt the eyes of the men upon her. Now that she had her orgasm, clear thinking returned, and with it, embarrassment at her own wanton excesses.
“I’ll get some dry towels,” she heard Ben say. “I think our lady has been properly bathed.”
The words our lady tantalized Ella’s imagination. She breathed deeply, a faint smile touching her mouth as she thought about what exactly it meant being a lady to three men with libertine sensibilities. Around her she heard the soft sounds of bare feet against a hardwood floor.
“Get out of the tub, Ella,” Ben said, his voice low, sultry. “We’ll dry you off.”
Ella opened her eyes, and yet another startled gasp came from her. Standing by the foot of the tub were three handsome men, each with a flagrantly aroused penis pointed at her. Ella’s desires had been quenched, but one look at the three men standing before her and it was glaringly obvious that their lust had yet to reach orgasmic release.
“Oh my...” Ella said, a sheepish smile curling a full-lipped mouth that had not yet tasted its final kiss of the evening. She caught her lower lip between even white teeth. “I...I think I’ve been selfish. You’ve done so much, and I’ve done so little.”
Ben smiled at her and said, “But I’m sure you understand the meaning of the word ‘reciprocity.’”
Ella did, and seeing three erections aim like fleshy spears at her, a shiver zipped up her spine.
Chapter Ten
Ella stepped out of the tub, and the men went to work, slowly drying her with towels. Blue was on his knees behind her, starting at her ankles as he wiped his way slowly up the backs of her legs. Ben was in front of her, similarly employed. Dirk, the tallest of the three, was at her side, kneading her scalp with a towel.
If Ella felt pampered while in the bath tub by the attentions of the three men
, the sensation of being utterly indulged now was even more pervasive. She felt like a decadent goddess, and it was a glorious sensation.
“I’ve no doubt that it says something terrible about me,” Ella purred, her eyes closed as six strong hands touched her, “but I’ve never in my life felt so feminine as I do right now with you three men. Do you suppose Cleopatra felt this way?”
Ben, on his knees in front of Ella, replied, “You couldn’t be terrible, even if you tried. You deserve ten thousand kisses.”
A moment later, when Ben’s warm lips touched her pussy, she sighed and came to the conclusion that if what she was experiencing in Blue’s small cabin with these three men was truly wicked, then she would embrace wickedness with all her heart and soul.
She opened her eyes just in time to watch Ben’s tongue snake out between his lips and flicked across her still-erect clitoris. She bent slightly at the waist, putting her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as his tongue became more active. She was discovering that Ben’s tongue was a serpent capable of caressing with consummate skill.
And that’s when she felt Blue’s slick tongue flick against her taboo entrance. A startled sob escaped Ella as tantalizing tongues entertained her fore and aft. Dirk, standing at her side, took her by the upper arm and forced her to stand erect. He gave her mouth a dominating kiss then bent over and sucked her areola and nipple between his lips, drawing a fierce suction.
“Oh, yes!” Ella purred, wrapping her arms around Dirk’s head to hold him tightly to her breast.
Hot, wet mouths caressed. Blue’s tongue danced and teased her forbidden passage, sending unprecedented pleasure coursing through Ella. She hadn’t realized until that moment her body’s potential for ecstasy by such a taboo caress. Pleasure surged through her pelvis in pulsing waves. She was pinned between Blue and Ben, delighting in the act of being devoured by them.
When the orgasm hit moments later, Ella’s high-pitched cry of release echoed off the cabin’s walls and rang through the darkness of the prairie. Her legs shivered so badly that she would have fallen had she not been pinned between two powerfully built, kneeling men who had a steely grip on her hips and thighs.
She pushed Dirk away, then Ben. Blue leaned back, sitting on his heels but remained on his knees. She was enervated by the draining force of the climaxes these three men had given her in such a short period of time. She breathed deeply, the surface of her skin tingling in the orgasmic afterglow.
“I thought...I would...die,” she said between gulps of air.
Later on, Ella would not be certain of exactly what happened next. She stood, bent over at the waist with her hands on her thighs just above her knees. Then the men surrounded her, lifting her, carrying her over to Blue’s bed. She was pushed onto her back. Dirk’s huge hands surrounded her ankles as he held them high. The crown of his erection pressed against her pink lips. Then Ella’s view of him was blocked by Ben as he straddled her shoulders with his thighs. His cock looked painfully rigid, and a pearl-like drop of fluid glistened at the slitted tip.
“Suck,” he commanded, grabbing Ella’s hair in his fist, forcing her head up.
Dirk’s thick cock forced her pussy to expand at the same instant Ben’s pulsing erection filled her mouth. There was nothing gentle about the coupling. For the men, tenderness had given way to unrefined, animal lust. Occasionally, Ben thrust too deeply into Ella’s mouth, and when this happened and the taut head of his cock threatened to drive down her throat, she sputtered, her body reacting negatively to the harsh treatment. But she made no effort to stop Ben, or even to slow him down.
The men—her men—were exactly as she wanted them. Ben and Dirk ravaged Ella, pulling her hair, plunging their cocks deeply into her body time and time again. She had stripped them of their savoir-faire, denied them their practiced ability to be casually aloof even in the most intimate of circumstances. Dirk and Ben had been reduced to their most primitive, primal selves, and their barbarous behavior made Ella’s pussy cream.
It wasn’t long before Ben made a sound in his throat. It was the strangled sound of a man trying to hold back his climax and failing. Ella knew he was going to come in her mouth, and for a single flashing moment, she started to panic. Though she had given fellatio before, she never allowed her husband to climax in her mouth, and Tim never seemed interested. Ben thrust deeply into her mouth one final time before his semen, thick and potent, raced through the shaft of his erection.
Ella swallowed without hesitation. She swallowed three times as, above her, Ben growled throughout his orgasm.
She still had Ben in her mouth, the salty tang of his cum faintly unpleasant, when Dirk withdrew from her tight vaginal embrace and released a torrent of semen. Ella felt it striking her, leaving warm lines of cream from her breasts to her pussy.
Looking up into Ben’s eyes confirmed to Ella that she had done the right thing. Shining in his eyes was pure gratitude and complete sexual satisfaction. While the taste of his cum might have been a bit unpleasant, the reaction she received from Ben made it infinitely worthwhile.
Ben tumbled to the side, laughing softly in post-orgasmic good humor. Ella looked at Dirk, who sat on the bed holding her by the ankles, his cock resting warm and heavy on her abdomen. The incredible volume of his climactic release astonished Ella once again.
“Move aside, Dirk,” Blue said in a tone tight with sexual tension. “I can’t wait another second. This vixen’s in my blood!”
Blue flipped Ella onto her stomach. An instant later, his naked thighs were on the outsides of hers, her body flat on the blankets, her breasts compressed beneath her with the Indian’s weight upon her. A moment of panic gripped Ella when she felt Blue’s cock, rigid as steel, slide between her thighs, rubbing against the still tingling lips of her pussy. She had never before gone anal, and until Blue’s tongue caressed her ass, she had not even thought it a place where pleasure could be sought.
“You’re not done,” Blue whispered, his breath warm against Ella’s ear as the crown of his erection pressed against the lips of her pussy, “until I say you’re done. And that’s not happening anytime soon.”
As the hard cock forced the lips of her cunt to separate, Ella wondered if it was possible for a woman to get fucked to death. If it was possible, then surely this night would be her last on earth. And if death by fornication was a crime, then Dirk, Ben, and Blue would be the guiltiest of men.
Ella just knew she would die with a smile on her face.
Once properly aligned, Blue thrust deeply into Ella’s tight pussy, his lean body directly above hers, his torso slapping noisily against the globes of her ass. To Ella’s amazement, taking a cock into her body while flat on her stomach caused the friction against her clitoris to be entirely different somehow. Different, and wildly stimulating.
“Fuck...me,” she said between jolting thrusts of Blue’s pounding torso. “Make me...come...again!”
Ella loved it all. Every sensation excited her. When Blue grabbed her wrists tightly and pinned then to the mattress above her head, the sense of bondage she experienced was thrilling. She loved the heat of Blue’s labored breath against the side of her face. The feel of his chest against her back, lean and sweaty with the exertion of his passionate labor, made nectar flow from her pussy. The hard, driving thrusts of his hips pounding against her ass to plunge his cock deep into her pussy was the sweetest abuse she could imagine. Each time he filled her with his erection or lifted his hips to withdraw, the underside of his shaft slid against her clitoris, pushing her relentlessly closer to a wrenching climax.
“The next time I fuck you,” Blue said through gritted teeth as he toiled above Ella, the slap of his sweaty flesh striking her buttocks echoing off the confines of the cabin, “I’m going to fuck in you in the ass!”
Ella screamed out then because there was only so much stimulation a woman could withstand, and Blue’s comment promised a debauchery she found herself quite willing to embrace, so the fourth climax of the evening w
as her most powerful one. She was still screaming when Blue pushed himself off Ella, withdrew at the last stroke, and then released his passion on her back and buttocks.
Exhausted, Ella thanked Blue for having the good judgment to not climax inside her. When the men helped her to the bath tub, she was so overheated that it pleased her the water had cooled. With soap and a towel, the men once again bathed Ella with such gentleness that she almost fell asleep in the tub.
* * * *
“We shouldn’t go far from the cabin,” Blue said the next morning, looking up at a steel gray sky. Off to the north, clouds with an angry blue tint rolled in, low and ominous. “This one’s going to be a soaker.”
As he finished saddling Queenie for Ella, Dirk looked up at the clouds and shook his head. “No, you’re wrong. The wind’s out of the north, and it’s too strong. The clouds will blow over without releasing so much as a drop of rain.”
“We’ll get soaked to the skin.”
“We’ll stay as dry as unbuttered toast.”
Ella stepped forward, a smile on her lips. “You two bicker like an old married couple.”
Blue jerked a thumb in Dirk’s direction and replied, “Only when he’s too stubborn to realize that I’m right.”
Dirk chuckled. “He thinks just because he’s part Indian he’s got insight into the weather.”
“There’s no way I’m going to pick sides between you two.” Ella swung up into the saddle. “We’re going to check out the Manson acres this morning, right?”
Blue looked at Ella sitting confidently in the saddle, and delicious memories of feeling the rounded globes of her ass against his torso as he made love to her the first time came to mind. He instantly forced the thoughts away for two very good reasons. The first was that he had a job to do, and to do it in a professional manner required his undivided concentration. The second was that thinking about Ella would give him an erection, which wouldn’t be at all comfortable, trapped inside his buckskin trousers. It would also be highly embarrassing.
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