* * * *
When John pushed into Maire and a bead or two of sweat rolled over his shoulders and down his back, Gus wanted to come himself. He knew with certainty that at that moment John shot his cum into her. With her nipple between his teeth and his dick stone hard, rubbing the silky skin of her side, he easily could have let himself go. But he wanted to come inside her. He wanted to feel her pussy clamp on his cock and squeeze him dry.
“Oh my God,” she whispered when her breathing slowed enough for her to talk. John rose and slipped out of the cave.
“Where is he going?”
“To complete the ceremony. He’ll cleanse himself in the snow.”
She reached up and stroked his cheek. “Is it always that incredible?”
Gus turned his head and kissed her palm. “Sadly, not always.”
“But with you?”
He smiled. “I hope so. Are you tired? Or sore?”
She reached for him. “I want to be with you, Gus.”
His cock swelled with need and pride. He didn’t care that John had had her, that she was no longer a virgin, or that she wasn’t his alone. He wanted her, wanted to possess her.
He lay on his back and pulled her over him. “This will feel a little different, and you’ll have more control over how you move.” Grasping her hips, he easily lifted her and fit her over his cock. Normally he would have spent time preparing her, but he was near bursting, and with her recent orgasm and John’s release, he slid inside with no problem.
His dick was shorter than John’s, but thicker. Her eyes widened as she stretched to accommodate his girth. She was still tight as a virgin, and even with the extra lubrication, he felt every inch of her pussy walls.
As though of their own volition, her hips moved in gentle circles, skin against skin, groin against groin.
“Gus,” she whispered. “Oh, Gus.”
“Sit up,” he murmured and pushed her shoulders until she was upright. The waning firelight glowed on her tits. With quickening breath he cupped them, thrusting up into her heat. Closing her eyes, she rose and fell over him, pushing him to the brink.
John came back, kneeling over his ankles. Brushing Gus’s hands off Maire’s breasts, he palmed them, kneading and caressing as he tugged her back against his chest. Her head lolled on John’s shoulder. Her hips didn’t stop, though she no longer fit snugly over the root of his cock. Gus took advantage with short, sharp drives. One hand on her hip, he used his other thumb to rub her clitoris. Openmouthed, she sucked in air and then cried out, keening like a wild animal.
John helped her sit up. Gus went deep, so deep her pussy rippled over every inch of his cock. Pushing as far as he could go, Gus shot off like a cannon. The force of his climax took his breath away.
Maire fell forward. He caught her and eased her onto his chest. Her pussy clamped his dick, and he kept going, pulsing hard and filling her. John leaned forward, pushing his hands up her back along her spine.
It seemed forever before he came back to his right mind. Maire cuddled atop him. Soon her steady breathing indicated she slept. John sat cross-legged beside him, watching them. When Gus met his gaze, John half smiled.
“What have we done?” Gus asked.
“You asked when I was going to do something about Maire. Now we both have.”
She stretched, scraping her crotch over Gus’s. He let out his breath with a hiss and held her closely. “But what do we do now?”
“Hell if I know,” John answered. He retrieved the blanket Maire would have slept on and covered her where she lay atop Gus’s chest. “See what Maire wants, I think.”
“What do you want?”
John smiled fully. “To fuck her and love her in every way, every day. I don’t know how we can work it out, but I don’t want to let her go.”
Gus eased Maire off him and covered her with a nearby blanket. She turned onto her side and sighed in her sleep.
He faced John. “I didn’t think the Clans shared wives.”
“We don’t. But we aren’t with the Clan.”
“The Whites don’t share wives, either.”
John leaned forward. “No, but they share husbands.” The two men had met in a Latter Day Saints school, and two of the male teachers had practiced polygamy.
Gus considered John’s idea for a moment. “That’s true. We can find a way.”
John nodded. “Assuming Maire wants to.”
From beneath the blanket came a strong voice. “Maire wants to.”
Chapter Eleven
She woke to darkness. The wind howled beyond the cave entrance. Her back fit snugly against someone’s front. His arm draped over her waist.
A shadowed form Maire recognized as Gus stirred the fire’s embers, and sparks shot to the cave ceiling. He looked over at her and saw she was awake. She smiled sleepily, and he returned it with a smile of his own. Then he came to her and crawled under the blanket, scooting close. “Good morning.”
“Is it morning?”
“Yes,” he said, and then kissed her. His cock rose along her leg. As if by signal, John’s cock did the same against her bottom. The men moved closer and flexed their hips.
Heavenly Father! She was the soft filling between their hardness.
Tipping her hips forward, she met Gus’s appendage. Pressing back, she met John’s hard length. A coil of tension formed deep in her belly. Gus reached between them and pinched her nipple. At the same time, John swiped his hand along her butt crack and between her legs. She lifted her leg, bending her knee over Gus’s hip. John rewarded her by teasing her pussy passage. Fire raced through her veins. Last night she had let the men guide her. This morning she wanted to participate in the seduction.
Turning her head and reaching behind, she wrapped her hand around John’s neck and pulled his head to hers. Nuzzling his mouth, she teased his lips with her tongue and then explored as she remembered him and Gus doing to her. Then she broke the kiss and turned to meet Gus’s mouth. Reaching down, she found his cock and rubbed it between her folds of flesh. Her moisture already flowed, and he glided along the path.
John moved his hand to her back, where he stroked her back hole. The sensation titillated and thrilled. By the light of a fire, sheltered by a blizzard from the rest of the world, Maire stepped through the door of what was accepted and right to what was believed to be dark and sinful. Everything in her body urged her forward. Nothing in her mind or soul held her back.
Her breath came harshly. She moved her hips back and forth with wild abandon, encountering heat and steel in both directions. She wanted both men. She wanted them at the same time, filling her orifices with their essences, pulsing deep within her, and branding her as theirs from the inside out.
John poked at her back hole with a wet finger and gently eased in.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said in a low voice.
She pressed back. “I want you.”
“And me?” Gus asked, his voice deep and harsh.
“Deep inside.” She crushed her lips to his. He pushed his cock into her pussy with a single thrust.
John wet her butt. Something large edged into her opening. Gus squeezed her breast and kissed her. John stroked her butt cheek and continued his drive. He took the skin on her neck in a soft bite.
The two men drove together, and she stretched to accommodate them both. For a moment, they hung motionless. The only sound in the cave aside from the fire’s crackle was their labored breathing and soft moans of satisfaction.
The men moved, pulling out and pushing in.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes, harder.”
They answered her demand by increasing speed.
“Damn,” Gus muttered. “Goddamn.” He slung his arm over her. John did the same, and they used their arms to bind her between them while they drove deeply from each side.
She knew nothing except their movement, their rhythm and ebbing and flowing. How they made her a vessel for their cocks and then proceeded to fill her with fire. No
thoughts tested the acuity of her mind. She was an entity of nerves and sensations. Like a limp doll, she allowed them to tug and shove her as they desired, like flotsam on a turbulent sea. Passion flooded her, overwhelming and overpowering. As though on waves, she rose with the swell and fell into the trough, drowning in her climax, soaring with the power of the orgasm to an unimaginable height. A scream of surrender filled the cavern, and only later did she realize it had come from her.
In the end, the men fell against her, spent with their own climaxes.
“Mine,” John said, kissing her neck.
“Mine,” whispered Gus, taking her lips.
Stroking John’s hip with one hand and cradling Gus’s head with her other, she said, “Mine.”
Then she fell into a deep sleep in which a coyote howled and an eagle kept a focused gaze on the three of them.
* * * *
“Good morning, again,” Gus said when he saw Maire staring at him across the campfire.
“Good morning,” she answered and then cast her gaze down.
“Don’t tell me you’re shy, after all we’ve shared.” That amused him, although they had performed all their activities in firelight only. The bleak light of day could change any number of things. “John’s gone out to find something to eat.” He glanced over his shoulder past the horses and to the cave’s entrance. “The storm is such that probably we’ll not venture out. Looks like it’ll blow all day.”
She sat up, clutching the blanket to her neck with one hand and sweeping her hair out of her face with the other. Cast in the dull light of day and half darkness of the cave, and washed in firelight, she looked exotic and seductive. Covered as she tried to make herself, she still had the satisfied look of a woman well fucked. To a man in love there was no more beautiful sight. And no mistake about it, he was head over heels for Maire O’Ryan.
“Besides,” he added, moving closer, “riding would be a mite uncomfortable for you today. We used you a bit much last night.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said, looking up from under her lashes. “I don’t feel used at all. I feel wonderful.”
He pulled himself to her side and leaned over. She met him halfway and gave him a tender kiss. “Then maybe it’s John and I who feel we don’t want to be in the saddle today.”
Her smile nearly took his breath away. “Maybe you’ll be the horse again? In that case, I’ll gladly stay in the saddle all day.”
His laugh burst out in an unexpected rush. His dick rose in seconds to push against his trousers. “You’re certainly a surprise, Miss O’Ryan.”
Looking startled and worried, she quickly looked up. “Have I overstepped my bounds? I—I thought you would like me to show my affection.”
He touched his finger to her lips. “Hush now. I do. John will, too. It’s just, you still look so virginal, and yet you took to sex like—”
“Like a seasoned woman?”
“You might say that.” He ran his hand down her side to her hip, a slight protrusion in the blanket. “Even in the backside. Many women don’t like that.”
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply as though remembering. “I can’t describe what it was like being between the two of you. You were so deep inside, I imagined you touched each other within me.”
“We did, nearly,” Gus said hoarsely.
She nodded. “And outside, too.” She reached up to cup her breast through the blanket. “Here, and on my bottom, and my hip and face. I was lost in the feeling, lost in sensations. I couldn’t breathe, crushed between you, and yet felt free at the same time. The heat, the sweat from our bodies mingled. The scent of musk in the air filled my lungs and rode my nerve endings straight to the points where you entered me. I was helpless. I was all powerful. I was tossed about by towering waves, alternately drowning and riding the crests.”
She opened her eyes, and emerald orbs pierced his gaze. “Being filled by both of you at once was the most amazing experience of my life.”
“My God,” he whispered. “You made us feel like kings.”
“Of course,” she said, “for you made me feel like a queen. Cherished and honored.”
Gus had no words. Instead, he lowered the blanket and took one perfect nipple in his mouth. She cupped the back of his head and held him in place.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Like now.” She stretched out, pulling him down with her.
He yanked the blanket from between them, and reached for the waistband of his pants, trying hard not to let go of her breast.
“Let me help.” Maire undid the buttons and within seconds had his pants pushed over his hips. His cock sprung free. “So hard. So wonderfully hard and big.”
With one hand he touched her between the legs. She spread them to give him access, and he dipped a finger into her honey pot where her sweet juice met his fingers. She was hot and ready. He shifted to between her legs and entered her pussy with one smooth thrust. Using his elbows to keep his weight off her, he was happy to feel her thrusting back.
“Tell me how to please you,” she said, and rubbed her palms over his nipples.
“That feels good,” he ground out. She moved her heels over his ass and pushed as she pulled up to meet him. “Yeah. Keep on with that.” Raising her head, she nipped his shoulder and then licked where she’d bitten.
The tiny bit of pain translated itself to urgency and rushed straight to his groin. He poked her with short thrusts, hitting the place close to the pussy entrance that women seemed to go crazy over. Maire was no different. A pretty blush rose from her plush tits up her neck and to her cheeks. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and her breathing became hard. She came with a deep groan, arching her back and offering all she had to him.
He drove deeply and came in a rush, climax to climax, his cum spilling from him and mixing with her cream. Combined, it produced an unmistakable scent that John wouldn’t miss when he returned, even if he and Maire sat there fully dressed and looking demure. And he didn’t give a shit if John knew what they’d done, or if anyone did. He loved this woman, and if she didn’t love him back, at least she was willing to allow him to believe it.
“I love you, Gus.”
“I love you, too.”
“I also love John.”
“I know.” He dropped down beside her and pulled her close. “Are you cold?”
“I’m never cold when you’re around. When you’re beside me, it’s as though I’m wrapped in fur.”
She sounded amused, but Gus thought of the dreams he’d had since they found her. They’d followed John’s eagle, but he’d sensed a coyote had given her warmth. Maybe he’d started caring for her before they’d even met. Still, he pulled the blanket over her.
“What are we going to do, Gus? I can’t give up either of you.”
“Don’t worry. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about the West, it's that there’s always a place where what you want to do can be done. We’ll find our place.”
“I hope so.”
They lay in silence, with Maire close to his side. With her head on his shoulder, she slid her arm across his chest and wrapped one leg over his. He’d never felt such peace. Had he and Sally ever just lain quietly, listening to each other’s breaths? Since meeting Maire he couldn’t remember. He did know that he’d never had the spiritual bond with Sally that he did with Maire. With her he felt new, revived somehow. A different man.
He heaved a sigh. “I heated some water so you could clean up if you like,” he said. “There’s a stream not far off where John and I bathed earlier.”
“Wasn’t that too cold?”
He grinned. “Having you nearby seems to keep us hot.”
She laughed. “That makes me happy. And thanks. I would like to wash up.”
With a kiss to the top of her head, he extricated himself and rose to put his clothing back together and fetch her the water.
“I didn’t realize Arizona had snowfalls like this.”
“Some parts don’t. Other parts get feet of t
he stuff. It’s the elevation. It will snow on the mesas where the Clans live, but not stick for long. We’ve come north and west, though. You can get into some right good storms up here.” He took her the woven basket they used for heating water on the trail. The grasses were so tightly pulled together that, left in indirect heat, on the edge of the fire, water could boil in it.
“I have so much to learn. So much to understand about your lives.” She took the basket and went to the back of the cave.
Soon, a shadow blocked the light from the mouth of the cave. Gus looked up to see John standing there, a rabbit and two ground squirrels, gutted and skinned, hanging from his hand. He sniffed the air and then focused his gaze on Gus. He knew John hadn’t missed the smell of sex hanging in the air. John’s expression asked the question. “Is she all right, in body and spirit, being here with the two of us?” Gus nodded.
John entered and handed Gus the squirrels. He packed the rabbit in snow and left it just inside the entrance where they could be sure nothing ran off with it. Then he searched with his eyes for Maire. She came forward looking more prim, having donned her dress and wool trousers. She handed Gus the empty basket. “Thank you, Gus. I feel much better.”
“Good morning,” she said to John. Her hair barely held in a bun with two hairpins, she searched the cave floor. “I lost my pins last night.”
“Do you mind?” John asked. “I liked your hair so much better in the manner of the Clans, the way you wore it in Bacavi.”
She smiled. “I’m not good at braiding my own hair. There, Clear Water helped me.”
“And here,” John said, “I will help.” He sat with his back against the rock wall and helped her sit with her back to him, between his legs. With a deft touch, he brushed her hair with his fingers and began the intricate braiding that married Clans women wore, as opposed to the braids circled on the sides of the head worn by young women ready for marriage. Gus watched a few minutes before spitting the rabbits and placing them over the fire. Here, snug, safe, and warm, his new family tentatively forged the bonds that would carry them through the questions and troubles that surely awaited them in the coming days. For now, peace reigned, and Gus let himself enjoy the feeling.
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