by Robin Gideon
It was a blood promise he’d made to himself, and he was determined to make good on it.
At his prodding, Bobbi Jo resumed lifting and lower her hips, working the pink lips of her pussy along the shaft and head of Jacob’s cock. Caleb moved in unison with her, his tongue tantalizing and teasing, flicking snakelike. Caleb could hear her breathing quickening.
It took less than two minutes before she screamed, the sound of her ecstasy rolling out over the gentle waves of Lake Sakakawea.
* * * *
Nothing has ever felt like that.
Bobbi Jo was breathing deeply, her cheek against Jacob’s, her breasts against his chest, his cock deep inside her, pulsing hotly.
“That…was…amazing,” she said between gulps of air.
Her ex-boyfriend had never done that to her. She had no idea just how erotic it could feel, and combining the sensations caused by Caleb’s frisking tongue with the ones caused by Jacob’s cock filling her pussy so completely, was so much more than she had counted on.
“You’ve got to stay relaxed.”
There was something in Caleb’s tone that made her tense up. A moment later she felt a lubricated finger slip inside.
Jacob whispered into her ear, “You can take it. Just stay relaxed.”
Bobbi Jo felt momentary relief when the finger was completely withdrawn. But a moment later her ass was again penetrated, but this time it was with two fingers.
She felt a momentary sting as sensitive tissue was forced to adjust to the invasion, but it was nothing more than a tingle of discomfort. Nothing to worry about, she told herself. I’ve done this before, and I can do it again.
The twin fingers moved back and forth, pushing in deep enough so that Bobbi Jo could feel the knuckles of Caleb’s fist against the cheeks of her ass, and then pulling back so that his digits were completely out of her before once against invading. She felt additional ointment massaged to her forbidden passage.
Beneath her, Jacob starting moving. Bobbi Jo raised her hips, and the thick length of his cock resumed a slow, steady thrust and withdrawal that she found magnificently satisfying, especially with the twin fingers pumping in and out of her ass.
She turned her face just enough to kiss Jacob’s mouth. She parted her lips and received his tongue at exactly the same time that she felt the bite of pain as three fingers were slowly but forcefully thrust past her resistance and deep into her ass.
She quickly ended the kiss, turned her face slightly, and whispered, “Slowly, slowly.”
Bobbi Jo’s mind was spinning. The twin penetrations were new to her, and the pleasure she experienced, strange and naughty, was more than she had anticipated.
She saw something drift to the deck of the yacht, looked, and discovered the torn wrapper for a condom.
Caleb had stashed the lube and condom somewhere close. He knew all along he was going to fuck me in—
The thought ended abruptly when she felt the head of his cock, now, she was certain, sheathed in a lubricated condom, pressed against her back entrance. Jacob tried to kiss her, but she couldn’t kiss him just now. Not when she wasn’t certain what her reaction would be when Caleb pushed between her cheeks and past her resistance. He was sooo much more than she’d ever taken there.
As Caleb put more pressure behind his cock, and she remained resistant against her effort to be otherwise, Caleb said, “You’re…“
Don’t ask me if I’m sure! I’m not sure of anything. Don’t ask, just take!
“Tight!” Caleb said through a groan as Bobbi Jo felt delicate tissue stretching to accommodate his size and strength.
She felt the stab of pain, like an electrical jolt that had been anticipated but was still much stronger than anticipated, shoot through her body. She flinched, and Caleb stopped his forward thrust. Bobbi Jo’s cheeks were against Jacob’s, and she was breathing deeply, her teeth clenched and her eyes tightly shut.
He withdrew, slowly and completely. It had hurt to take him inside, and her body’s reaction had told the men that. She was temporarily mortified at the thought that her men might ask her once again if this was really what she wanted them to do, or, a thousand times worse, apologize for the way they were taking her.
Then, with Jacob filling her completely, she felt Caleb push forward again, his masculine strength defeating her feminine—though unwanted, despite her willpower—resistance. This time he thrust deeper. He didn’t give her everything he had, but it was a lot. But then, he had a lot to give.
Good boy. You know the right things to say, and when to say them. And you know when to just give me a good, hard fucking.
The rest was blurry for Bobbi Jo. She had never before, in quite such a precise way, experienced the sensation of pleasure/pain. She did now, more profoundly than she had ever thought possible. The sharp edge of pain that came with Caleb’s thrusts soon became less intense, but Jacob’s upward thrusts never lost the intensity of the pleasure they provided.
It took several thrusts before the brothers coordinated their impaling of Bobbi Jo at the same time, and withdrew at the same time. For Bobbi Jo, to feel them both inside her at the same time, to hear their ragged breaths as they labored to give her everything within their power to give her, was much more than her senses could rationally comprehend.
She climaxed once, and then a second time. She didn’t scream either time. This wasn’t a reasonably passive climax of having been given spectacular cunnilingus by one brother and then the other. This was harsh, shockingly physical, thoroughly uninhibited behavior—the likes of which Bobbi Jo had never really contemplated, much less participated.
She heard their groans as they climaxed, and she was actually grateful that they had come. Bobbi Jo was young and strong, but her body had given its all. When their thrashing bodies had stopped, and she began to descend from the heights of multiple orgasms, she was able to think at least a little more clearly.
“First things first,” she said through gulps of air, “Jacob, are your ribs okay? Did I hurt you?”
“My cock’s still inside you, and you can worry about that now?” Jacob asked with a note of incredulity.
“We have a future to think about,” Bobbi Jo said, smiling. “I don’t want you damaged.”
* * * *
I don’t fucking like it, Jacob thought. My woman shouldn’t have to traipse around in a goddamned miniskirt and halter top without a bra just to make tips from greasy, horny oil rig workers.
“Relax,” Caleb said, clearly reading his brother’s expression. “You’re working yourself into a frenzy, and all for nothing. You’ve seen Bobbi Jo a hundred times in a miniskirt and halter.”
“True, brother. Very true. But now she’s mine, and I don’t like it one tiny little bit.”
“Yours,” Caleb said quietly, but with an inflection that suggested deeper meaning. “And mine.”
Jacob turned in the booth to face Caleb, finding it difficult to turn his attention away from Bobbi Jo as she served other tables.
“Yes…mine and yours. But you can’t tell me you like seeing all these men staring at her like they want to rip what few clothes she’s wearing off her.”
“I don’t. But I also know that since we took her to the boat and convinced her we should become a nice little threesome, that we’ve done nothing but bickering with each other. Every time we try to take control of her anywhere other than sex-time, she’s been in our face and telling us she’s going to be her own woman.”
“But still….”
Caleb sighed heavily, further annoying Jacob.
Jacob leaned to the side so that he had a better view of Bobbi Jo. She was holding a serving tray in one hand filled with glasses of tap beer, and in the other a tray it was filled with baskets of chicken wings. With every step she took, her breasts bounced tautly. Jacob noted, with an acidic certainty that he suspected would give him ulcers, that even though there were several waitresses working the afternoon shift, most of the men were watching Bobbi Jo’s every move. Wat
ching like a hawk. She had that certain something special about her that drew the eyes. Jacob wanted to curse her for it, though he couldn’t.
She shouldn’t have to do this, Jacob thought. But every time I try to take control, she rebels like a damned teenager.
He watched as Bobbi Jo set the trays down, and then serve the beer and wings. The men—Jacob didn’t recognize them, though he knew they worked on one of the oil rigs nearby—watched with avid interest the movement of Bobbi Jo’s breasts as she served.
My wife shouldn’t be eye candy, Jacob thought. It’s just goddamned wrong that she should have to be a waitress when I’m willing to work like a dog to give her anything she wants.
“Jacob, you’re grinding your teeth,” Caleb said, amusement in his tone. “If you try to tell her again how to live her life, you’re only going to start another fight. Haven’t we had enough fights—the three of us—since our time on the yacht?”
Jacob turned around and looked at his lunch—a bacon cheeseburger with an order a French fries, with an iced tea—but suddenly he didn’t have much of an appetite.
Chapter 13
Jacob’s pissed again. He’s not going to push me around and tell me what to do. I’m not going to stand for it. From the moment we said we’d be a threesome, Jacob has tried to take complete control of my life.
It seemed like that the moment she had agreed to a ménage a trios love life with them, they’d done nothing but bicker. While it was true that she had no trouble playing the submissive to their Doms. That was role playing that only involved their sexual lives. She wouldn’t simply turn over her life and loose her own power. She’d be in control of her own life, and if they couldn’t handle that, then they’d need another discussion regarding their collective future together.
I hate fighting. I hate not getting along. Everything was fine until I said “yes” to their damned proposal, and now all we can do is fight and argue and snipe at each other.
She set down a beer in front of a customer, and tried to not make a nasty face when he—without making any effort to hide where he was looking—stared at her breasts, and then looked at his friends with a grin that Bobbi Jo thought of as “shit-eating”.
“You boys enjoy yourselves now,” she said, about to leave.
“We’d enjoy ourselves one hell of a lot more if you’d sit down and have a beer with us,” the leader of the foursome said.
Relax. They’re just horny guys. They really haven’t done anything wrong.
“Sorry, boys,” she said. “I’ve got work to do. Enjoy your meal and let me know when you need a couple more beers.” The leader reached for her, and she danced out of the way. “But if you touch me, I’ll have you 86’d from this place for the rest of your lives. So have fun, keep your hands to yourself, and I’ll back in a little bit.”
Bobbi Jo walked toward the waitress station, and out of the corner of her eye she could see that Jacob was bending sideways out of his booth to keep an eye on her. Part of her was pleased that he was obviously thinking about her, but another part of her was furious that he was rather obviously showing a possessiveness which had taken on new dimensions since their agreement that three could become one—even if they had to keep that tawdry little fact from the rest of the world….
I’m not going to apologize for earning a living. Not all of us are lucky enough to own land that they find oil on.
For a moment, Bobbi Jo closed her eyes. Her lifelong poverty had given her spine that now served her well, but there were times when she was utterly consumed by envy and anger. How could it be fair that others could have so much, when she could work so hard and still have so little?
But you don’t have so little. You’re just saving it all so that you can get the hell out of Williston. Boston’s an expensive place to live. You’ve got to work hard, save every penny you can, then get the hell out of North Dakota.
“Hi, Bobbi Jo.”
It was a high, feminine voice that came from behind. Bobbi Jo recognized it instantly. It was her friend, Ariel, who shared e-readers with her.
If Ariel can have three men, why can’t I have two?
It wasn’t a question Bobbi Jo liked to ask herself. When she was with Caleb and Jacob, for the most part, there was no doubt in her mind that loving the two of them was not only the right thing to do, but the most natural thing to do. To do otherwise was to defy the proper Order of Things.
It was when she was away from her men that could think clearly that she began to wonder about the propriety of her actions.
And the wisdom of them.
If her number one goal in life was to get the hell out of Williston as quickly as possible and for the rest of her life, why would it make any sense at all to fall in love with two men who were wedded to the soil and could no more live anywhere other than North Dakota than they could change the code of their DNA?
“Richard, hand me a pitcher of iced tea, please,” Bobbi Jo said, knowing she had to refill glasses, even if the tension between herself and her men was pressure cooker intense.
She took the pitcher of iced tea and walked toward the booth where she’d put her men. She’d hardly stepped away from the waitress station at the bar and had hardly taken two steps when both men turned toward her, their eyes fiery. Bobbi Jo made a point of walking carefully, so that she kept her body’s jiggling to a minimum.
It wouldn’t do to toss fuel on the fire.
But it wouldn’t be the first time she’d done it.
* * * *
Bobbi Jo wasn’t at all certain this was what she should do. It was bold. It made a statement. It might well put an end to the bickering and the silly damned fighting that she had been having with Jacob and Caleb, but it was still a terribly bold moved to make. And if it didn’t work the way that would be something she couldn’t possibly bear. She was traveling into territory she could hardly fathom, and she felt like a trespasser. The stakes here were much more than she had initially counted on.
To guarantee its secrecy, she’d need an accomplice. Fortunately for her, Ariel was at the saloon, and if there was ever anyone who could be a “lookout” it was her, since Bobbi Jo had done the same service for her months earlier.
“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” she asked Ariel.
Ariel nodded her head enthusiastically, sending her strawberry blonde hair flaying around her freckled face.
Bobbi Jo suspected she was more than just “okay” with what was about to happen,
“Thank you for sharing this with me,” Ariel said, her voice so soft it was hardly audible. “It’ll bring us closer together…having shared these experiences. Having watched each other…in…um…love.”
Bobbi Jo wasn’t at all certain her friend’s analysis of what was about to happen was accurate, but she wasn’t inclined to argue.
It wouldn’t take much for her to lose her courage. The slightest indication that what she was doing was wrong could derail her plans and send her entire—hastily—planned plot into the ash heap. Most of all, she was worried that Caleb and Jacob would laugh at her.
She approached the booth where the brothers sat. They watched her approaching, their gazes hawkish, predatory. They were hungry for her, famished even, and this scared Bobbi Jo a little. She reminded herself that all she had to do was refill their glasses of tea, and then walk away.
* * * *
Jacob was surprised when Ariel McDonahue stepped up to their booth. She was a secretary who worked for the law firm that he and his brother had hired to protect their interests. Tall, pale, and strawberry blonde, Jacob had always seen her as an attractive girl who didn’t quite realize just how pretty she was, though he understood that he didn’t really know her well.
“Gentlemen, if I were you, one at a time, I’d sneak into the women’s restroom,” Ariel said, her face faintly flushed with excitement. “I think you’re about to have the most eventful lunch of your lifetime.”
“What’s this all about?” Jacob asked suspiciously.
“And where will you be?”
“Go there and find out for yourself.”
Jacob didn’t like it, but he was absolutely certain that Bobbi Jo was behind this, so he was willing to go along with it. She was the exception to all his rules, he was now discovering. He didn’t necessarily like it, but he accepted it as truth. No matter how determined a man, he didn’t challenge the truth. Even if he didn’t like it.
* * * *
Bobbi Jo could hardly believe what she was about to do. Yes, she was the braless waitress who strutted her physical assets so that she could earn more in tips, but she wasn’t the kind of woman who behaved wantonly in public. She admitted to herself that it had been exciting to watch Ariel behave lewdly with her three lovers. So exciting to watch, in fact, that when she had gone back to her tiny, rented room, she had masturbated herself into three magnificent orgasms, all while conjuring in her mind’s eye the visual memories of what it had been like to watch, from only a few feet of distance, Ariel having glorious sex with the three men that she loved.
But that was when she was a visual participant, not an active, physical participant. She had watched the things that Ariel had done, but she hadn’t done anything more than been a voyeur in the erotic goings on.
She looked at herself in the ladies bathroom mirror of Wings & Things. Was that really her? The blonde, ditzy, waitress Bobbi Jo? The girl with the big tits and ever-present smile who looked about five or eight years younger than she really was? The one in the denim miniskirt with high-heels that went on forever?
It’s not too late. I can walk out now and nothing will ever happen and I won’t have to apologize to Ariel because nobody has to apologize for what they haven’t done. It’s not too late.
The bathroom door opened, but only a little ways, and Ariel stuck her head inside. She made eye contact with Bobbi Jo, but didn’t say anything. After a moment she smiled, and then stepped inside. Jacob and Caleb followed her in, and then Ariel stepped to the side so that she blocked the door.
