The Dara Nichols Series 1-8

by Marata Eros

  “We'll see you in the tack room at six sharp, while there's enough daylight for a short ride. We have a special mount for you,” he said. Reaching up he put a stray wisp of hair behind her ear and looked at her a moment longer before moving away from her down the dim hallway.

  *

  Dara stared after him for a moment and then walked into her room. One of the brothers had put her bag on the bed and she carefully put her things away in the drawers that were provided in a stout dresser that stood to the right of the window. Dara stripped naked and walked to the window,looking out. Before her rolled pastureland that was bordered by snow capped mountains and forest. Mist hugged the edges but the sun was no longer at its zenith and Dara made haste, using the shower quickly and leaving her hair up she bathed. When she was dressed she looked at herself in the mirror and with a flick of the wrist, she removed the hair-stick and her hair fell around her, draping her body in thick waves that looked like dark copper in the fading light of the room.

  She found the tack room without trouble and Duke and the boys were waiting for her by the horse. Hank, the eldest, had a horsewhip with a soft leather tassel at its end in one hand. He smacked it against his palm and Dara jumped.

  The men laughed.

  Dara approached them, wondering what they were up to. But it was the look in young Jeff's eyes that told Dara that the horse would play second fiddle to a different sport.

  “Zoe told me about some of your adventures,” Duke began, a gleam in his eye.

  “Dad thought that maybe you'd be just the kind of woman to teach us a lesson,” Hank said.

  “Ryan said that you make friends mighty quick,” Jeff said and Dara gave him a quick look. He nodded his head. “Yep, we're friends, Ryan and I.”

  “He says you're a real good teacher,” Dave clarified as he took the whip from his brother and said to Dara, “I think you like being taught by others.”

  Dara held up her hands. “Listen fellas, I don't know all that's been told to you by my friend...” Dara looked at Jeff, narrowing her eyes, “or Ryan,” and Jeff smiled. “But I came her for a little reprieve and time on a horse.”

  “So you like to ride?” Duke asked, coming up beside her, close enough that she could feel the heat from his body.

  “I think she wants to be ridden” Jeff said, his gaze traveling her body, from the new riding pants to the tight shirt that was tucked inside and the black leather boots with a three inch heel. She looked the part.

  Giving up, Dara finally admitted, “Yes, I do like to be ridden.”

  “Is that proper English?” Dave asked?

  Dara turned her head following the whip going back and forth in the air and the horse neighed softly in the background.

  Duke put his arm around Dara's waist and pulled her roughly to him and one of the brothers came up against the back of her and she could feel the outline of his cock, its hardness pressing through the thin material of her riding pants. Duke pressed his lips to hers, forcing her mouth open and Dara parted her lips to find his tongue exploring her. One of the boys was taking off her riding pants and she just had to know who that it was and tried to turn in the circle of Duke's arms but he clamped down on her.

  He broke the kiss saying, “Don't make Dave give you a whipping right away. Be a good girl and maybe you won't get punished.”

  Dara's lacy white g-string started to get moist from the thought of the whip being used on her ass. She squirmed around as she felt her pants slowly taken to her ankles and the panties were pushed aside for a groping finger to find its way inside her.

  “Oh my God, she is so slick and ready. Dad, just let me fuck her from behind right now.” Dara thought it sounded like Jeff.

  “Nope, she's paid for the full four days treatment and she is gonna get it!” Duke ripped her shirt off and her breasts spilled out and jiggled from the force of the clothes being torn. Dara gasped at the speed of it as a finger was inserted in and out of her pussy.

  She wiggled against Duke's hands as they molded her breasts together and his mouth found her nipples. She flung her head back and moaned, a brother finger-fucking her while Hank moved in and began to kiss her as Duke began rubbing the flat of his palm over her nipples, the friction and wetness he applied with his tongue hardening her nipples like erotic pebbles.

  She was lifted off the ground by the men and taken to the horse. One of them continued the delicious in and out pull of his fingers in her pussy and she moved her hips subtly, their combined hands gripping her body as she was moved to where the horse stood. Dara could just make out a soft blanket that had been thrown over the horse and they flipped her, the fingers leaving her now-dripping hole and she was softly thrown over the horse's back, her breasts hanging on the one side and her legs dangling on the other.

  Dara made a move to get off the horse and heard Duke say in a voice grown rough with need, “Spread her legs boys, I am going to lick and suck this filly till she screams.”

  Dara could feel her pussy get wetter and she said, “Let me go, you don't need to hold my legs.”

  But the boys' grips tightened on her almost painfully and she moaned again, completely aroused by their unwillingness to listen, the climbing heat of Hank's mouth making its progress to her damp core.

  Dara opened her eyes and Jeff stood in front of her, grabbing and squeezing her breasts, sucking them as she writhed on the horse's back. The horse neighed and swung its head, the mane tickling her back at the same moment that Hank sunk his tongue inside of her and one of the boys slapped her ass with the horsewhip. The tassel snapping at the critical instant, Dara came with a shout that echoed in the tack room and one of the boys said, “I can make her, dad, I want to make her scream.”

  But there was no stopping Duke. While Jeff worked on her breasts, one boy had the whip and was rubbing the leather along her back, making a subtle figure eight as Duke moved his finger in and out of her pussy, now slick with her own juices and the wet rasping weight of his tongue. Dara couldn't get a foothold to shove her pussy into his mouth but she could speak. “Dig at me with your fingers.” Duke did, flicking his finger over that spot deep inside Dara as he pressed the flat of his tongue over her clit, rasping it back and forth like a cat lapping milk.

  Dara couldn't contain herself as the delicious warmth started from her toes and worked its way to her pussy. One final slam of a finger in her tight pussy and she wailed and whimpered her pleasure into the mouth of the nearest boy who had quieted her with his kiss, her moans blanketed by his mouth. The men removed her from the horse and she was boneless satisfaction in their arms.

  They laid her on top of a blanket that rested on hay and Duke said, “That was nice, now you boys watch how this is done,” He laid back down between her legs, resting on his elbows he went back to town on Dara, flicking his tongue over and over again on her clit until she was pressing her heels against the floor and her hips were completely off the blanket.

  Jeff slipped underneath her and his hands were everywhere, like they couldn't make up their mind where to be. Duke narrowed his body so Jeff could find the portal of her ass. Hank lifted his mouth off her pussy and Jeff reached up with one hand, scooping the juices from her pulsating orgasms and fitting it over the shaft of his cock. He began to enter Dara's ass and she pressed her palms into the ground, lifting up slightly to make entry easier. “Oh yeah,” Dara said, doing a slow and steady pump up and down the beginning of his cock until it was all the way inside, buried in her ass.

  She spread her legs to whoever wanted to fuck her, realizing she was starting off the fun with what was usually the grand finale.

  “Somebody come and stuff their cock into me,” she begged. She put a finger on her clit and started to slowly rotate it in a slow circle, Dave got the whip and came at her with it. She gasped, her ass instinctively clenching on Jeff's cock as he shoved it in and out of her ass, gripping her hips as he did and he cried out as her ass clenched around his prick.

  Dara tried to move and then Dave trailed
the soft but insistent leather tassel across her clit and she moaned, it was an abrasive rub of pleasure and her eyes fluttered shut as he moved it back and forth.

  Hank said, “Do it sideways while I fuck her.”

  Duke smiled, leaving the area between her legs where he'd given her the best tongue lashing of her life. She popped open her eyes, her body moving in time to the cock in her ass. “Thank you,” she breathed out.

  “You are welcome,” Duke said, tipping his hat, a huge erection brushing the lower part of his stomach. Dara caught her breath, mesmerized by the vision of the cock she could have.

  He smiled, moving beside her, Duke got on his knees and slid his cock into her mouth at the same time that Hank did an abbreviated push up and pumped his cock into her on the down stroke of Jeff's screwing her ass.

  “Oh God, she's so wet and tight,” Hank said, driving himself into her as she spread her legs wider and took Duke in her mouth as deep as his length could go.

  His breathing labored he said, “You're welcome too,” he directed to his boys as they stabbed their cocks in her holes, “you need to get a filly properly lubed up before you can expect a welcome from a snatch like that.” He winked and buried his cock into her mouth again, gagging Dara. She loved it, moving her mouth deeper onto his shaft.

  Dave was rubbing the leather against her clit and the slickness and friction of the fingered leather tassel were too much, driving her over the edge of pleasure and she gave a gurgled scream as Duke thrust in her mouth a final time. Jeff matched the rhythm in her ass and Hank stiffened above her, all three pumping her full of cum as she quivered beneath them, her pulsating pussy clenching and milking the cum out of Hank while Jeff said, “Fuck yeah!”

  Dara ground down on the two cocks buried deep inside her, a final pulse inside her pussy making her involuntarily quiver between them.

  Hank put his forehead to her collarbone, inhaling deeply he kissed the delicate hollow where it met her neck. “Wonderful, you're so beautiful, it was so great to share you like this.”

  Dara turned her face into his and met his lips with a kiss, she whispered, “Me too.”

  Jeff rolled out from underneath her and pulled her away from Hank and on top of him. “Yeah, I will clean up so I can partake in that fine pussy of yours.”

  Dave handed the horsewhip to Duke, who gripped it in his hand.

  “I want you to crack the whip on her while I push my cock in that sweet snatch.”

  Hank stood and brushed the hair from her forehead as Dave took his place, flipping her over he said next to her ear, “Be a good slut and shove that ass up in the air so dad can whip your ass while I fuck you.”

  Dara said, “I can't wait to have the sting of it on my ass while you spear me with your cock,” Dara moaned as he thrust the whole length of himself into her, she was unprepared and her hips jumped ahead of his grasp, and he grabbed her, shoving her back against his cock as Duke slapped her ass.

  It stung and Dara said, “That hurts... do it softer..” she said in a pout as she met another stinging swat.

  “No, you don't tell us ranch boys what to do, we do the breaking and you need a little more training,” Duke said with another smack on the tender flesh of her ass cheek.

  Dara flung her head back, loving the cock rocking in and out of her pussy and the stinging of the whip. Her pussy gradually became engorged, The sounds of running water and the rough breathing of Hank as he jacked off in front of her open mouth was the only background noise.

  “Take me in your mouth so I can come,” Hank said as Dave pushed her parted lips closer to the meat he was beating into a stiff erection.

  Dara opened her mouth just as her pussy gave a quiver like a witching wand finding water and Hank gave a mere three strokes before his cum gushed inside her mouth. Dave unloaded everything in her a second later, the whip sung in the air in a resounding final slap and Dara screamed around Hank's cock, with Dave's buried deep inside her, his cum leaking out her hole and beginning to slide down her thighs.

  Dara swallowed the flow from Hank's cock and lapped at his softening shaft, relishing the vague taste of her own pleasure on his cock.

  “I love that I can taste myself on you,” Dara said, looking up from her tongue strokes as Hank grinned at her.

  Dave slapped her ass and she flinched with a laugh. “Maybe a little too much spanking,” he said.

  “Never,” Dara breathed out in a husky whisper.

  “Hey little bro, get your piece of the action while it's hot!” Dave sung out behind his shoulder and extricated himself from Dara's hot hole, still throbbing from the latest orgasm.

  Jeff came to her from the side, cock-in-hand, newly bathed from pumping her ass and she sat up on her knees, taking him into her mouth before he had a chance to move. Dara positioned her tongue along the sensitive underside of the head of his cock, and using teeth and tongue wound the edge of her mouth along the outer perimeter and Jeff threw his head back, mouth open. “Yeah, fuck yeah, take it all in!”

  The brothers laughed and Dara said with a quick slap on his ass, “Patience,” and she shoved her open mouth all the way down his erect shaft to the base. His hand found her hair and together they mouth-fucked his cock.

  “I'm gonna go, I want to fuck you while I come inside you...” Jeff said, his breathing labored.

  The brothers and Duke closed in around them and Dara's mouth came off Jeff's prick with a resounding smack and lick. She placed her hands on his muscular shoulders and with a hop she had wrapped herself around his waist. Leaning back, a pair of arms held her as she lay above ground, horizontal with her legs around Jeff's waist as he guided his prick into her waiting wet hole.

  He slowly began pumping in and out of her pussy as Dave came around the side. Her eyes met Duke's above her right before she turned to take Dave in her mouth as Jeff fucked her.

  Dara loved the feel of being held in the air as Jeff fucked her and Dave pumped her mouth with his cock. Dara felt the subtle hardening of Jeff's cock right before his final thrust as he came inside her, grabbing her ass and shoving her pussy even further down on himself he yelled, “Yeah...!” His head hung down and his legs started to shake.

  Hank appeared behind him. “Here bro, let me take her off your hands. Hank's hands moved to grip her ass as Jeff stumbled out of the way. Hank stabbed her pussy with one thrust, foamy cum like cream pie rimming her opening for his cock.

  Dave was hollowing out her mouth with his quick thrusting and Dara moved to take her mouth away for a breather when he thrust one more time and began coming in her mouth. Dara moved her hips against Hank's thrusts to bring him harder into her body as she convulsively swallowed against the hot jets of come that loaded her mouth.

  Dave gave a hoarse cry and said, “Take it all, that's right. Ah!” His hips swiveled one more time as the last of the cum blasted out from the base of his balls.

  Dave stepped away and Hank continued to pump her while Duke held her aloft. Hank increased his momentum and Dara felt the slick friction of him as he got close and then an orgasm shattered them both, their bodies smacking together in a final thrust as Dara screamed her orgasm into the tack room and Hank added an exhaustive shout to hers.

  Hank looked into Dara's eyes as he and Duke slid out of her and he gently laid her on the blanket beneath them. The men gathered around her and looked down on her laying there, her legs spread, cum leaking everywhere. Her hair was like a deep red fan spread underneath her body.

  “Beautiful,” Duke whispered, lowering himself between her legs he put a finger in her drenched, cum-soaked hole and said, “You too tired to give this horse a run, Little Filly?” he said, stroking deep against her G-spot and Dara moaned, that itch he was scratching making her close again.

  “No, fuck me, fill me with more come,” Dara said, gyrating her hips to the rhythm of his fingers.

  “It's a family affair, darlin',” he said as he slid his prick into her. His timing was different than his young buck sons. He was slow and
sure, moving from one side to the next and the sensation against her swollen and wet core was deliberate and her breathing quickened. Using a finger she stroked her clit as Duke drove his prick into her in that sensuously slow way.

  She howled, the pulsing of her pussy taking her by surprise as Hank drove two more hard and slow strokes, rising above her, his arms straining and the cords of his neck standing out as she watched.

  “She's a Thoroughbred, not a filly!” Hank yelled with a grin.

  He slipped out of Dara, giving her nipple a last tweak as he gathered her up in a blanket and took her in close to his body, pinning her with strong arms.

  Dara smiled, spent. Her entire body thrummed with satisfaction after using the family of men for her pleasure.

  “Thank you for that lesson, boys,” she said with a satisfied smile.

  Hank tipped his hat, “It's all part of the service we provide at the ranch.” He winked.

  Dave and Jeff grinned, “We'll give you a two-fer if you and that hot Zoe come back and visit us,” Jeff said hopefully.

  “I think you'll need more ranch-hands,” Dara said with a wink and a sigh.

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  This is an erotic and fictitious story. Please practice safe sex in the real world.

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