“Do you mind?” she asked, hesitant to take pictures of the two men puttering around the campsite.
“Snap away, darlin’,” Ty said, squatting over the fire as he added another log. He jerked his head in Bodie’s direction. “You might wanna get a shot of him washin’ the dishes. It’s a rarity.”
Bodie snorted. “Me? You is more like it.” He grinned at Libby. “Young Ty here don’t much care for cookin’ or washin’. But he’s a hell of a wrangler. I reckon I’ll take the dishes any day over scatterin’ horse shit.”
Libby giggled, then did a mental eye roll. She was not a giggler, but these two men seemed to bring it out in her with their good-natured bickering. She snapped a picture of Bodie, elbows deep in suds as he washed the dinner dishes, then got up and followed Ty as he went about his routine of settling the stock in for the night.
The animals did seem drawn to him, nudging him, lipping his fingers as he sneaked them each a raw baby carrot. She took several close-up shots of the horses, their large brown eyes curious as she pointed the funny-looking box at them.
There were more shots of Ty brushing their coats, checking their hooves, the muscles in his back and arms flexing as he went about a task that came as natural to him as breathing.
She went back to the fire and curled up in her chair, waiting for nightfall and the cry of the wolves. When it was finally dark, she captured her two men in the light of the fire, giving in gracefully when Ty took the camera from her and turned it on her. Then he took pictures of Bodie standing behind her, his arms around her, her head resting against his shoulder. It was easy enough to forget the camera when Bodie began to kiss her. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the tent.
“Get out of those clothes so we can hang ’em.” He set her on her feet at the entrance to the tent. “Toss ’em out when you’re finished. No need to get dressed, though.”
Libby tossed out her shirt and jeans, but kept her bra and panties on and slipped a T-shirt over her head. She wondered if one of them might get a hint as to her motives for not doing as Bodie had asked.
It didn’t take long for Bodie to stick his head in the tent. “Libby, we need the rest of your—” He stopped, taking note of her sleeping attire, and raised an eyebrow. “Thought I told you to take off your clothes and not bother to get dressed.”
Libby gave him a wide-eyed innocent look. “But I did take off my clothes. Technically, a lady’s bra and undies aren’t clothes.”
She felt a thrill of heat run up her spine when Bodie folded his arms over his chest. The glint of annoyance in his eyes was replaced by the heat of desire. Her eyes dipped beneath his belt, where his cock had sprung to life. Very nice. Very nice, indeed.
“I think someone’s being deliberately naughty.” He called to Ty, “Bring that armless chair, bro. We got ourselves a pretty little thing who needs to have her ass warmed for being a bad girl.”
Bodie stood before her, arms folded across his chest. “Take the rest of your clothes off, Elizabeth. Every last stitch. Slowly.”
Libby’s cunt clenched as she began to undress. “I’m not afraid of you, Bodie Cade.” She drew the T-shirt over her head and tossed it in his face. At that moment, Ty walked in, so he got her bra tossed in his face. “Not scared of you either, Ty.”
“She’s gone from disobedience to downright disrespect, bro. What do you think we should do about that?”
Ty clicked his tongue and set the armless chair down next to the sleeping bags. “Well, I don’t see any way around it. We’re gonna have to punish her.” He took Libby’s chin in his hand. “Get those panties off so I can hang this stuff. I wanna see you across Bodie’s knees when I get back.”
She finished her slow striptease by hooking her thong around her index finger and shooting it at Ty like a rubber band.
Ty uttered a dark chuckle. “That’s real cute, but it’s gonna add to the length of your spanking, darlin’. You keep on playin’ with fire, and your pretty little bottom’s gonna burn.”
“Sorry,” she said meekly, looking down at her feet.
“You go on over there and stand next to the chair while Bodie undresses. You’re gonna suck his cock like you promised; then we’re gonna spank that pretty little ass.”
Libby’s pussy throbbed with arousal. This promised to be a night none of them would ever forget, and she hurried to take her place beside the chair while Bodie stripped. She couldn’t help licking her lips in anticipation.
He had a beautiful cock, long and thick, twitching with excitement. She went to her knees and swiped her tongue across the head to collect a shimmering pearl of precum.
“That’s right, darlin’, lick it. Your tongue’s so soft.” He buried his fingers in her hair and guided her to him. “Now suck it, honey.”
Libby took him into her mouth, reveling in his heartfelt groan as she took him deep, sucking hard. She stroked him with her tongue, her head bobbing up and down as her hand caressed his balls.
“Oh God, darlin’, that’s so good. You got a real talent for cock sucking.” He held her still for a moment. “Easy, sugar, just be still and let me fuck your mouth.”
A shiver ran down Libby’s spine. She’d never heard it put quite like that before. Had never been a big fan of dirty talk, but when Bodie or Ty talked about what they wanted to do to her, or what she did to them, it made her want to beg them to do those things to her.
As Bodie pulled back, Libby used that opportunity to focus on the head of his cock, sucking it gently, tracing the underside with her tongue. She wanted to do as he asked and be still, but she couldn’t help herself. With a needy moan, she engulfed him again, wrapping her fingers around the stalk of his dick, pumping as she tormented him, licking and sucking until he was thrusting into her mouth. He pulled back, and when he went deep again, she swallowed, taking him into her throat.
“Ah, jeez, honey, I’m gonna come!”
As Bodie’s hips bucked, she took his ass in her hands and pulled him deep into her mouth, swallowing as he came, the salty, tangy taste of him spurting down her throat as he shouted her name. His knees actually wobbled as he pulled out of her mouth and sank into the chair. When he looked at her, she smiled sweetly and smacked her lips.
“Oh, sweet thing, you’re gonna pay for that,” Bodie rasped.
Chapter Twelve
“Come on over here and lie across my lap, Libby.”
Libby glanced at the lap in question, and her eyes widened in amazement. He was already getting hard.
“That’s right, I’m just about ready for you again, and by the time that ass is blushing a nice bright pink, I’ll be ready to take it.” He patted his knee. “Now be a good girl and present your bottom for spanking, or I’ll have to add more time to it, and you do want to be able to sit a horse tomorrow, right?”
Libby stood slowly. “Yes, I do.” She took the two steps separating them and draped herself over his lap. A shudder ran through her when Bodie’s hand touched her bottom, stroking and squeezing.
“Mmm, that’s sure a pretty sight, darlin’. You across my knee, with this tight little ass in the air.” He petted her, running his fingers softly over each cheek, then into the crease. He shifted her legs open and teased the outer lips of her pussy before burrowing deeper. “Uh-huh, I thought so. You’re wet.” He pumped in and out of her, fucking her with those strong, thick fingers. “You have a world-class ass, baby, and in a few minutes it’s gonna be as pretty and pink as your pussy is right now.”
She was quivering all over when he withdrew from her core and ran his hand over her ass. The anticipation was unbearable, and she rubbed herself against his thigh. He laughed softly, stroked her again, then swatted her with a slightly cupped palm. The sound startled her, and she cried out.
“That’s a sweet sound.” This from Ty, who was now kneeling beside her. He reached out and caressed her breasts. “Give her another, Bodie.”
“Gladly.” He administered half a dozen stinging swats that had her squirming on
his lap, then ran his palm over both cheeks to spread the warmth around. He slid a finger into her pussy, giving her several deep thrusts before withdrawing. “She’s soaking wet, bro. Go get that oil and grease her ass.”
Several more spanks followed, and Libby was moaning, pressing her ass against his palm as he caressed her. Her bottom was hot, but her cunt felt hotter, primed for the cock she knew would soon fill it.
“Ty’s back with the oil, baby. He’s gonna get your ass ready for me to fuck while I play with your pussy. Spread your legs now.”
Libby parted her legs eagerly. “Aaah, God.” She was going to die if they didn’t fuck her soon. “Please, I need to come.”
“Oh, you’re gonna come, honey.” Ty again. “With me buried in your pussy and Bodie deep in your ass. You’re gonna come so hard, you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”
She felt the soothing oil on her burning bottom as Ty smoothed it over her.
“You’re blushing so pretty.” He paused. “Spread those sweet cheeks, Bodie. Hold her open so I can fuck this tight little butt.”
“Oh.” Libby felt her body tighten in anticipation as Bodie parted her cheeks.
“Look at that,” Ty murmured, drizzling some of the sweetly scented oil over her anus. “That’s a gorgeous sight, just begging to be filled.”
His finger slid all the way inside her, wiggling around before it retreated, only to be joined by another.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes,” Libby hissed. “Ah God. More, Ty, I need more.”
He withdrew and added a third finger, pumped hard and deep. She couldn’t help herself; she thrust against him, fucking herself on those probing, stretching fingers. Bodie’s fingers filled her pussy, intensifying the fire Ty was kindling in her bottom.
“I can’t wait any longer,” Bodie rasped. “Let’s get her on her knees.”
Libby moaned in protest as both sets of fingers deserted her, but she quickly found herself on her knees with Bodie behind her. He pushed her shoulders to the down-filled sleeping bag and raised her ass higher.
“Ah yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”
Bodie spread more of the warm, sweet oil around and in her anus, and finally she heard the sounds of condom wrappers being torn open. Sweet relief followed quickly as Bodie pressed his hard, condom-covered cock past the tight ring of muscle and glided deep.
“Oh, Lib, you’ve got the tightest ass ever to glove my dick. I could fuck you like this forever.”
He eased back, and Libby gasped. God, the sensation was indescribable. Pleasure and pain, the dark, erotic knowledge that what was happening here was considered forbidden in traditional society.
Bodie groaned as he fucked her with long, slow strokes, nearly withdrawing before sliding deep again.
“Ty, play with her pussy. Lib, suck Ty’s cock while he plays with that sweet pussy.”
Libby shuddered. Dear God, it was too much. Ty’s cock hovered near her mouth, and she engulfed it, taking it deep as his fingers plunged into her. She didn’t know what to do, which way to move. Every movement was a testament to pleasure. She was penetrated. Her mouth, her cunt, her ass. Each opening was treated to the slow, deep thrust of a cock or fingers. They were tormenting her on purpose, holding her on the edge of orgasm but refusing to let her go over. And those mewling noises she was hearing? Those were coming from her. Pitiful little sounds like a kitten begging to be fed.
Bodie uttered a dark laugh. “You want Ty’s cock in your pussy, baby? Is that what you’re cryin’ for?” He punctuated his question with a hard thrust into her ass.
“Yees!” Ty’s callused thumb grazed her clit. “Oooh, please, please, I need to come.”
She was left empty for several long seconds as Ty donned a condom and stretched out on his back. Bodie set her straddling above his brother. They were killing her with their torturous teasing, and she took Ty’s meaty cock in one thrust.
Starbursts. Fireworks behind her closed eyelids. Her body paralyzed for several heartbeats before she erupted in a series of climaxes that rocked her to her soul. Ty raised his hips, and she ground her pussy against him, sobbing as she came.
“Now, Bodie,” Ty growled. “Take her while she’s still coming.”
Ty pulled her down to his chest and held her tight against him as Bodie moved in behind her. The now-familiar press of a cock head against her rectum had her pussy clenching around the thickness of Ty’s dick.
“Raise up, baby,” Bodie murmured. “Let me in. Let us make you scream, darlin’.”
“Please, please,” Libby sobbed. Then Bodie pushed past the tight ring of her anus and went deep.
“That’s a girl. I love fucking this tight ass. I’m gonna fuck it hard, baby.” He pulled back and drove into her hard and deep.
Ty eased back and let Bodie take her for several minutes; then they set up a rhythm of withdraw and penetrate, so that she was always full. It was like riding an erotic seesaw. On the upstroke, Ty filled her pussy; on the downstroke, Bodie’s cock was crammed into the tight confines of her ass.
“Oh. My. God.” Libby shouted the words over and over as Bodie and Ty rode her, fucking her in unison now. She writhed and sobbed as two cocks pounded into her. “Yes, yes, yes. I’m going to come. Ah God, fuck me, fuck me!”
And then she was there, heat and pleasure tearing through her, battering her senses as her body throbbed and quaked. Her cunt and ass contracted over and over, milking the two cocks now buried so deep within her electrified flesh.
Bodie and Ty were groaning in the aftermath of their own intense releases, and Libby gasped for air as they pressed her between their sweating bodies.
“Can’t . . . breathe,” she whispered.
Bodie slipped out of her body and lifted her gently off Ty. “Sorry, baby. You okay? We didn’t hurt you, did we?”
She flopped onto her back, eyes closed, as the brothers snuggled beside her. “Only if near death by orgasm is considered painful.” She reached for them and stroked their stubbled faces, murmuring to them. “Need to sleep now.”
She lapsed into sleep dreaming that someone kissed her cheek and whispered, “I love you.” Another set of lips kissed the side of her neck. “We both love you, sweet Libby. Tomorrow we’ll rest here, then head for the Thorofare site.”
* * *
Practiced as they were, it took no time at all for the guys to pack up the site, and they all mounted up to head out for the Thorofare crossing. They started early so Libby would have time to take plenty of pictures as they crossed Cliff Creek and Escarpment Creek, which were running strong and fast. Libby thought she sensed a bit of hesitation in the brothers when it came to crossing the Thorofare.
“Yeah, it may be called a creek, but it’s a damn river, Ty. You know it runs high this time of year.”
“I know that, but I also know there ain’t a river Sox can’t cross, and in case you missed it, Libby’s a hell of a rider. Hell, bro, you forget she grew up in these parts. She ain’t no stranger to crossin’ fast water.”
“Really, guys, I’ll be fine. Ty’s right. Just because I left here doesn’t mean I don’t remember how to cross a river on horseback. Let’s just go ahead and do it. There’s no restrictions on the site, so if we get wet, we’ve got a few days to set things out to dry.”
Ty grinned at her. “That’s my girl.”
“Yeah, but the ranger at the Thorofare station strongly suggested we don’t do it.”
“Which is protocol, bro. I expect there’s some folks coming through here that don’t have the skills to cross safely, but that ain’t us. Me, I’m lookin’ forward to some downtime in the remotest campground in the lower forty-eight. Hell, with any luck, we will get soaked.”
Libby smothered a laugh, but Bodie simply gaped at his brother. “Well, if that’s not the most lamebrained idea—”
Ty nodded sagely. “Sure it is, bro. Days of walkin’ around naked with no one around but Libby. Punish me.”
Libby
grinned at Bodie. “The idea does have merit, but if this place is as remote as you say, can’t we just do the naked thing without getting everything wet?”
Ty threw back his head and laughed. “I do love a woman without inhibitions.”
Chapter Thirteen
The fording of the Thorofare River, euphemistically referred to as a creek, proved a formidable challenge. The river bottom was strewn with gravel, hidden boulders, and snags. Sox was up to the challenge, however, and Libby was safely on the other side before Ty began to cross with the pack animals. Wet and shivering, Libby dismounted and whipped out her camera, taking shot after shot as Ty guided the animals across the swiftly moving water. She stood on the banks of the river, dressed only in her undies, taking close-up shots as Ty mugged for the camera.
There was only one tense moment, when his gelding stepped in a hole, and horse and rider were immersed in the icy waters. Both came up sputtering, the horse found its footing, and the crossing proceeded smoothly. Libby scrolled through the pictures, pausing at one of Ty, sitting tall and confident in the saddle, the lead rope gripped in one gloved hand while he guided his mount with the other. Framed in the morning light, the mountains and forest rising up behind him, he looked as rugged and handsome as any Easterner would expect a Western guide to look. It was the perfect cover shot.
With the high line set up, Libby helped Ty secure the animals while Bodie unpacked the tent. Luckily, most of their gear was dry, so Ty built a roaring fire so they could warm themselves, and Libby collected everyone’s wet clothes and spread them out over several downed trees. Before long, she sat curled in a camp chair, wrapped in a warm blanket, sipping a cup of hot chocolate.
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