Abby and the Wolf Creek Cowboys
western menage erotica
by
Christina Morino
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Copyright © May 2015 by Christina Morino
Published by LSF Publications
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Cover design by Nathaniel Scott.
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This is a work of fiction. It includes adult spanking and some sexual scenes. Any resemblance to actual persons, places or events are purely coincidental.
When Abby is down on her luck, she is befriended in a bar by two sexy cowboys, Logan and Daniel. Eager to help the pretty redhead, they buy her dinner, and after the meal and conversation, they offer her a job and a place to stay at their ranch house up at Wolf Creek. Abby takes them up on their offer and settles in, and as time goes by she finds herself becoming increasingly attracted to both of them. She has her first sexual encounter with Daniel, and subsequently gets intimate with Logan. But which guy should she choose?
It turns out she doesn't have to choose between them as she can have them both! After Abby catches Logan and Daniel in a compromising situation, they give her an erotic spanking and invite her to join them in a threesome and live with them on a permanent basis. This is a raunchy menage tale of two bisexual men sharing one woman. For Abby, the arrangement marks the beginning of a new phase in her life and the opportunity to explore her sexuality and submissiveness with two dominant men.
Heads turned for two reasons as Abby walked into the small town bar: firstly, she was one attractive woman with her hourglass figure, dazzling blue eyes, and long red hair swinging jauntily in a ponytail; and secondly, she was clearly in one hell of a snit. Her eyes blazed with anger and frustration, and with her chin thrust out aggressively, her mouth was set in a firm unsmiling line. She approached the bar purposefully in a series of long strides, drawing attention to her shapely jean-clad legs and swaying hips, and as she perched on a bar stool the eyes of all the males (and some of the women) in the room focused on admiring the rear view of her full, round bottom.
As for the frontal view, the bartender's eyes were drawn to her chest. A pair of large breasts rose and fell with each breath, their owner wearing a white low cut t-shirt beneath a blue and white chequered shirt. With some reluctance, the bartender lifted his gaze and smiled appreciatively. But before he had chance to speak, the new arrival cut in.
"Get me a Jack Daniels." She fixed him with a frosty look. "Make it a double." She exhaled slowly, trying to calm herself and quell the rising feeling of panic.
"Comin' right up, ma'am." He slid the glass over the bar and watched as she downed the contents in three gulps. "Hey lady, you sure can drink your whiskey like a man." He meant it as a compliment but all his words merited was another icy glare.
"Same again." She fished in her back pocket and slammed a twenty dollar bill down. It was her last one. She swallowed.
"New in town, huh?"
"Yeah," she said noncommittally. Clutching her drink, she slid off the stool and moved to a small vacant table nearby. The bartender shrugged as Abby took a chair by the wall in a small recess where there was just one other table, occupied by two guys talking. One of them looked up at her approach and tipped the brim of his Stetson as he nodded and smiled.
"Hi," he said as he moved his chair, giving her more leg room.
"Hi. Thanks." She took another sip of her drink, annoyed that her hand was shaking as she held the glass. The two men resumed their conversation as Abby sat there wondering what the hell she should do next. The whiskey burned the back of her throat, and gradually a feeling of warmth suffused her whole body as she began to relax.
The bartender and most of the other customers in the bar turned their attention elsewhere, and after a few minutes, the redhead sitting quietly in the corner recess was pretty much forgotten - except by the two men sitting close by. They observed her agitation as she clenched her fingers repeatedly, her anger fading into something like despair as she stared disconsolately at her empty glass, her face pale, her blue eyes brim full of tears that threatened to spill over.
The older of the men got up and went to the bar. Returning with three drinks, he placed one before Abby. "Looks like you could use another one. The name's Logan, and my buddy here is Daniel. Anything else we can get you? You hungry?"
Whether it was the unexpected kindness, the alcohol in her bloodstream on top of an empty stomach, or relief that someone actually cared enough to offer help, the effect was enough to cause the tears to fall. And once they started, they just wouldn't stop.
"Hey, honey." Logan put a protective arm around her shoulders. "We wanted to help not make things worse."
"S-sorry," Abby spluttered, grabbing a napkin to dab her eyes.
"No need to apologise." Daniel moved his chair over and sat opposite. He hailed a passing waitress and called to her. "Make that three steaks, Sylvie."
"Sure, Dan." The waitress disappeared though a pair of double doors into the kitchen.
"Eat with us," said Daniel. He reached out and grasped her hand. "Our treat. And when you're ready, tell us what we can do to help."
"You're both so kind." Abby blew her nose on the napkin. "But I'm in one hell of a mess."
"Can't be that bad, surely," said Logan.
"It is."
She sniffled and looked so crestfallen that Logan wanted to hug her. So he did, like it was the most natural thing in the world to hug a complete stranger, who also happened to be sexy as hell. Fortified by another slug of whiskey and the attentions of the two guys, Abby began to open up.
"I came over from England-"
"I knew it!" interrupted Daniel. "Love the accent."
"My name's Abigail - Abby for short. I'm half American. My father's from Madison County, He was taking a vacation in London when he met my mother. They got it together, he moved to England and they married, and I was the result. My mother ... she left when I was twelve and we never saw her again, so I was raised by my dad. Unfortunately ..." she paused to wipe her eyes again. "He passed away four years ago. Massive heart attack."
"Aw honey, that's bad."
"Yeah," agreed Logan. "We're sorry for your loss."
"Thanks. I inherited the house and Dad's savings. There was enough for me to pay the bills and put myself through a four year university course. When I finished the course, I rented out my house and took a year out. Thought I'd travel a bit, see the place where Dad came from, maybe find work along the way, and get a job when I go back to England."
"Sounds good. So what went wrong?"
"I was robbed in a motel one night in Bozeman. And I stupidly had a large amount of cash - all gone, along with my credit cards. Someone thought they saw a white vehicle, maybe a Chevy, driving away, but didn't get the license plate. It's taken me several weeks to sort things by phone. I arranged for replacement cards and a few more funds to be transferred over from my bank. And I learned the people I rented my house to have pulled out, so now I don't have that income to rely on." She sighed. "So, to keep costs down, I hitched a lift from Bozeman to Ennis, but the jerk of a truck driver got the impression I would be cool if he drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on his dick ..." She rolled her eyes in exasperation. "So I baled out - in such a hurry that I left my back pack with all my clothes in. See - I told you I was in a mess."
"Well Abby, you sure got yourself in a spot. But it could be worse,"
said Daniel.
"You still have your passport and your wallet?" asked Logan.
"Yeah, but there's not much in my wallet."
"And those replacement credit cards are safe?" probed Logan. Abby nodded. "And your return air ticket?"
Abbey nodded again. "Yeah. That too."
"And you're okay - that horny trucker didn't give you a poke?"
"No he didn't," she snapped. "But I want to punch the bastard."
"Not if we see him first."
Abby looked at the two cowboys. She hadn't taken a great deal of notice of either of them earlier as she was preoccupied with her troubles, but now, as she scrutinized them, there was only one word to describe the pair of them: hot.
Logan would be perhaps mid forties with the physique of a man half his age. He was 6 feet tall, broad shouldered, the outline of biceps visible through his shirt. His hair was dark brown with the merest hint of grey flecks at the temple. A generous mouth and firm jaw added to his sex appeal, enhanced by a pair of liquid brown eyes beneath dark brows. Daniel was maybe ten years younger, powerfully built though a little taller and leaner than Logan, yet possessing that same smouldering sexuality. His hair was so dark it was almost black, in contrast to the vibrant blue of his eyes. They sure were a pair of sexy guys.
And they were eyeballing her.
Abby blushed, and brushed away a stray wisp of hair. "Was I staring?"
"Yeah. But we don't mind." Logan smiled lazily. "Do we, Dan?"
"Nope." Daniel flashed her a brilliant smile and his blue eyes twinkled. "Say - here comes our steaks."
The waitress set the plates down, fawning over the two cowboys and hanging on to their every word.
"I think you have a fan," remarked Abby dryly when Sylvie reluctantly left their table. Not that I blame her. These two are shit hot. She looked at her plate. "Thanks for this - it smells delicious."
"Eat up." Logan picked up his fork. "And you're welcome, honey."
It was a good meal, and the three of them talked and laughed throughout. The two guys were fun, good humoured and easy to get on with. Conversation flowed naturally and there were no awkward silences. Abby noticed that the two of them seemed to be very in tune with one another, anticipating the other's words ... and every so often they would exchange glances and give a barely imperceptible nod.
When the empty plates were cleared away and the waitress brought coffee, Logan leaned back in his chair and regarded Abby speculatively. "So, Abby ... Daniel and I were thinking, maybe you'd like to come back with us? You can stay as long as you like. We could find work for you too, if you were interested."
"The place could do with a woman's touch." Daniel's piercing blue eyes fixed on her. "We'd look after you, girl."
At first, Abby could only blink in astonishment as she stared slack jawed. "I didn't expect ... I mean, I ... Wow. You mean it?"
"Sure we do. And we're well known in this town. If you have any concerns for your safety, anyone can vouch for us."
"That's right. We live up at Wolf Creek, just outside town."
"I can't thank you enough." Relief flowed through her. She threw her arms around Logan's shoulders and gave him a hug, murmuring, "Thanks Logan."
"Hey. What about me?" Daniel held out his arms and Abby flung herself into them, almost knocking over the table in the process.
Giggling, she hugged him close. "Thanks, Daniel. You two are amazing. I feel fantastic now."
"You look fantastic," he responded, unashamedly sweeping his eyes over her cleavage.
Abby smiled, darted him a flirtatious look, and chewed her bottom lip. She'd always thought she'd meet up with some hunk on this trip, and now she'd found two of them. If the opportunity came - and she was convinced that it would only be a matter of time - which one would she choose? She darted a glance at Logan. He was already looking at her through half-closed lids, a sultry smile on his face.
"You do," Logan agreed, clarifying his statement by adding, "look fantastic. But we promise to look and not touch if that's what you want."
"I guess that's something to consider," she said with a slight catch in her voice.
"The bottom line is you can trust us. You got that, Abby?" Logan reached for his Stetson and set it firmly in his head.
"Sure." She nodded emphatically. "Lead the way, boys. You got yourself a live-in housekeeper."
As the three of them left the bar, Sylvie the waitress looked longingly at the two departing men, then tossed her head and glared at Abby. It was then that Abby realised ... Sylvie was jealous. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, flanked either side by a hot guy, Abby felt on top of the world. After her run of bad luck, things were about to change in a good way.
---oOo---
They had been driving for 10 to 15 minutes when Abby got her first view of the house overlooking the creek. "That's a nice looking place. Imagine looking out onto all that water, with the mountains in the distance."
"You like it, huh?" asked Logan, his eyes twinkling.
"Sure do."
"Great. It's where we're taking you."
"What? You live there? It's your place?"
"Sure is. Lived here all my life. I inherited it from my pa," said Logan. "Daniel came to help out ten years ago, and he's still here."
"He's tried to get rid of me, but I won't go," said Daniel good naturedly.
"The guy has his uses," said Logan, and grinned.
"I love it." Abby craned her neck. "So how do you guys make a living up here?"
"We raise Herefords and Black Angus down in the valley. That used to be our only source of income, but things have changed. Got a good guy, Jed, taking the lead down there. A few years ago we found that Ennis was becoming increasingly popular as a resort town, so we capitalised on that by building a dozen log cabins for rent. This is prime fishing and hunting territory: the Madison River, which skirts the east side of Ennis, is a blue ribbon trout stream, and the surrounding mountains provide a habitat for a variety of big game animals. The nearby lake is warm and shallow - perfect for swimming, water-skiing, and kayaking. Folks can also enjoy hiking, mountain biking and horse riding. All in all, it's a paradise for tourists as well as for us. Then there's the scenery up here..."
"It's breathtaking. I love it."
"So do our guests. All the cabins are fully booked, but they're set apart from the main house, so we can enjoy our privacy."
Logan pulled up outside the house, and he and Daniel ushered Abby inside and showed her to a pretty guest room.
"Yours for as long as you want it," said Logan.
"Say - you reckon Carla's things will fit her?" As he spoke, Daniel was already opening the closet.
"Yeah - reckon so. You help yourself to anything, Abby. Make a list of what you need and we'll go into town again in the morning to stock you up." He interpreted her expression correctly. "It's OK, we'll deduct it from your wages. It's changeover day on Saturday and we have to work like demons cleaning the cabins and changing all the linen. You can help with all that."
"Of course. I'll do whatever you guys need." Abby picked up a pair of shorts and a top. "These will fit. But won't Carla mind, whoever she is ...?"
"Carla's my cousin," explained Logan. "And since she had the twins, she can't fit into any of these clothes, so you'd be doing her a favour by wearing them."
"Twins! Wow. They'll keep her busy."
"Hell yeah. Noisy, stinky little things they are. Cute though. As is this." He held up a sugar pink dress with a sweetheart neck and cap sleeves. "Try this on, Abby, it's your colour. Maybe you'd like to freshen up a bit then come downstairs and we'll show you round. There's an en suite through there." He gestured towards a connecting door. "Use any of the toiletries you like and just holler if you want anything."
---oOo---
Abby settled in to her new life and loved every minute of it. And as each day passed, she became more enamoured with Logan and Daniel. They were that rare combination - of good looks, charm, kindness, intelligence and a
smouldering sexuality. The past three weeks had flashed by, and as she got to know them better, she adored them both. They could be serious or amusing, and when they clowned around, their antics had her laughing until her sides ached. Yet beneath the laughter was something else - the promise of something raw and powerful and deeply sensual. There was something developing between the three of them. It simmered quietly under the surface, and although no words were said, it was manifest by a gesture, a look, a subtle smile, a flash of the eyes, or perhaps the lightest touch of a lingering fingertip. And gradually, the sexual undertones became more pronounced.
One morning Logan had gone out riding early, so it was just Daniel and Abby for breakfast. Daniel picked up Abby's fork and fed her a mouthful of scrambled eggs, watching intently as her luscious lips devoured the food.
"Mmm," she mumbled as he fed her another mouthful. "I could get used to this."
"Yeah, so could I," he drawled as he eyed her figure. The outline of her full breasts strained against the thin fabric of her top. Deliberately, he spilled a morsel of scrambled egg off the fork, letting it fall down her ample cleavage.
"What a naughty boy you are," Abby said, feeling her nipples harden as the atmosphere between them heightened, heavy with sexual tension.
Without a word, Daniel reached out and unfastened her top button, revealing more of her tantalizing breasts. He stared at her from across the table, a challenge in his eyes. He watched as the swell of her breasts increased as her breathing quickened, and a flicker of sexual excitement showed in her eyes. If he had any doubts at all, they were dispelled by her sultry smile, and that sexy little habit of hers - biting her bottom lip. It was all he needed. Rising from his chair he strode round the table to where Abby sat ... or more accurately, squirmed. Seizing her by the shoulders, he pulled her to her feet.
"This needs to come off." His fingers were already working at the three remaining buttons of her top. He soon had them unfastened and the garment was quickly discarded. His fingertips traced the outline of her breasts, then dipped to cup each one in his hands. "This needs to come off too."
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