by Hawke, Jessa
Still my pussy burns and despite my probing fingers, it’s no replacement for what a real man has. A girl’s gotta do what a she’s gotta do, and I desperately need some release. Their erotic performance turns me on so much that my orgasm rapidly approaches, and from the sounds of grunting coming from the two men, I assume they must be close too. I time my climax to perfection, waiting until I hear their powerful grunts of lust, before I let my own orgasm sweep through me, my cries of pleasure are drowned out by their louder and more animalistic grunting.
I keep completely still with my eyes tight shut as they move to their own sleeping rolls. Wow, I think, that was some discoverer and whilst I’ve been aroused by their coupling, I’m a little disappointed that it wasn’t me who’d been the object of their passions.
Chapter 4 The Discovery
We rise early, as we usually do, and set off on our travels straight after breakfast. The men spoke very little and there seemed to be an uneasy peace in our camp. I say nothing of last night’s events, even though I want to confess to them that I witnessed their act. In the end, I feel silence is best.
We’ve been riding for about an hour, the sun not fully high in the sky yet, when Nelson rides up to me.
“I hope you enjoyed the show last night,” he says, a smile playing on his lips.
I flush, a little in embarrassment, not at having been caught out, but the fact that it seems like I spied on them, like a peeping tom.
“I..I..I’m sorry, “ I manage to stutter out. “I didn't mean to, I just got carried away.”
“No need to be sorry, Miss May. It gets lonely out here on the prairie and a man’s gotta take comfort where he can. We can’t be choosey, a man can be useless if he has an itch he needs to scratch, so it’s safer if we just satisfy each other’s itches. You get my meaning? Surely you have seen this behaviour before?”
I nod my understanding, but I don’t tell him that I haven’t. I assume the men I work with go off in secret somewhere.
“Good, besides, we aren't too sure you’ll welcome our attentions, even though both of us want you. Still, I see that you managed to relieve yourself all on your own,” he smiles, and again I feel the heat on my face. “Perhaps you'll be a little more relaxed now, Missy, I know me and Leon are.”
With that he tipped his hat at me and rode off back to Leon’s side.
Oh, gods, they know what I did, how can I look them in the eye again. It seems that Leon’s words the night before were not simply for show, his offer of a kiss was genuine, as Nelson just blatantly told me that they both would have preferred to bed me, instead of each other. Not sure how that could work, I’m a woman who has desires, but taking two men on at the same time seems a tall order.
We ride through the day without stopping as they seem to be a rush to get somewhere, but they don't tell me where our destination is. Eventually, we stop in a small shaded oasis, and make camp for the night.
Dinner is a little awkward for me, knowing that the men heard me pleasuring myself last night, but they just continue on as normal. In the end, I retire early, giving them their privacy to do whatever they want to each other. This time I turn my back and shut my eyes tight.
I haven't been laying long when I feel someone approach me, but I don't turn around, whatever they’re up to is fine by me. Who am I to judge them? Then I’m taken by complete surprise when whoever it is lays down beside me, his arm going over my body and encouraging me over onto my back. When I open my eyes I see it’s Leon.
“Hmmm, you smell so good, Miss May,” he whispers into my ear, his hot breath making me tingle with delight. “It’s so good to feel the softness of a real woman.”
In the firelight, his eyes stare into mine and his lips are close to my mouth. I can't help but remember last night when those lips were locked in a passionate embrace with Nelson. Strangely, the thought turns me on. Perhaps he notice the glint of lust in my eye, or simply he’s overcome passion, but he quickly presses his lips to mine, his tongue instantly probes into my mouth searching out my tongue. The quickness of his move surprises me and for a moment I’m stunned at his assumption, but once I taste him in my mouth, my resistance slips away and I greedily pick on the moral in my mouth.
“Ohh, Missy,” he says, pulling away from our kiss. “You’re so fucking hot, I could eat you all up.”
Good to his word he starts to kiss my neck, trailing his tongue down towards my breasts, when he reaches them he starts to unbutton my shirt. This is the time to stop him, I think to myself, you let him go much further and there’ll be no going back. But the passion building inside of me is out of control and I can't stop him, even if I want too.
As soon as he undoes my buttons, my breasts are exposed. He looks at them longingly and I can feel my nipples stiffen under his gaze. This makes me yearn for his touch. I don't have to wait long before he dips his head and suckles at my breasts, his tongue and lips tease the erect bud.
I’m so aroused that I forgot about Nelson, but I sense his approach and open my eyes to see him stood over me with a glint in his eyes that means only one thing, It is Nelsons intention to join us. He steps over us both and moves to my other side, quickly undressing I watch as his body is revealed to me. His hirsute muscular chest and well defined muscles across his stomach. I’m transfixed as he undoes the belt on his pants, unfastening them and letting them drop to the floor. Oh, my, I cry out a squeak as my eyes gaze on the monster of an erection sticking out from his body. It’s huge and absolutely no way will it fit inside of me. I have a new respect for Leon ‘cos he’s had that monster inside of him. I’m amazed he can ride on a saddle after that.
He kneels at the side of me, his erection bobbing up in down in front of my face. Up close it seems even bigger, the shaft is entwined with veins that throb as the blood engorges it. The tip is a dark purple color, with a cleft underneath and a split in the end. It’s so close to me I can smell his male musky aroma. After a day in the saddle I expect it to smell foul, but instead it’s intoxicating. A deep masculine smell, musky with a slightly salty aroma.
Leon wastes no time while I was distracted by Nelson’s huge erection. He’d stripped me completely and kneeled between my legs, which were spread to their limit. He gazed on my exposed mons, but I don't care, I want him to see my nakedness as it gives me a naughty thrill knowing that everything is open to his view. He rubs a finger over my wet slit and slips it into my opening, his thumb flicks over my little pleasure bud between my legs. Oh, that feels good and I tell him that he sure knows how to treat a woman. One finger becomes two and he pushes them in and out of me, sending me into a frenzy of lust as I buck my hips up and down in time with his finger fucking.
As good as this is making me feel, it isn't the real thing that I so desperately need, fingers aren't enough, I need to feel full and stretched to my limit, by a man.
“Fuck me, please Leon, fuck me,” the sound of obscene words coming from my mouth, heighten my arousal.
Leon wastes no time in complying with my request, he removes his fingers from my quivering quim, and instantly replaces them with his throbbing member.
“Ohhh, at last,” I cry out in ecstasy as he drives his cock all the way into me, until the tip bangs at the back of my pussy and his heavy hanging balls rest against my ass.
I let out a moan of pleasure as Leon thrusts in and out of me, in earnest, letting his erection slip out of me, resting the tip in my labia lips, teasing my clit with it, before hammering it back into me. Each time he pushes into me, he moves me closer to Nelson’s cock that rests by my head.
Throughout this time I haven't been able to take my eyes from the erection in front of my face, I’m mesmerized by it as it sways from side to side, it’s one eye almost hypnotizing me. I have an uncontrollable urge to feel it in my mouth, wrap my lips around the throbbing flesh and to taste it. Once Leon buries his cock inside me, that urge becomes a desperate need. Leon has pushed me so close to the swaying cock, that it I feel heat emanating from it and I flick
out my tongue to lick the very end. A small amount of salty fluid escapes and hits my tongue, causing my body to shiver with lust. I can't believe I’m behaving so lewdly, but lust is controlling my mind now, and I’d do anything to satisfy my cravings. Feeling the need to have these lips stretched like the ones between my legs, I open my mouth as wide a possible, ready to try and fit the monster into my mouth, but unbelievably, Leon beats me to it. I watch in amazement as he swoops his head down and engulfs the end of his friend’s cock into his mouth.
I’m stunned, but his actions serve to increase my arousal levels as I see his lips slip down the length of Nelson’s shaft, until his nose is buried in his pubic hair. It seems that it isn't only women that Leon knows how to treat well. I watch on, transfixed, as his head takes up the same rhythm as his thrusting with me. Nelson responds by pushing his hips back and forth, fucking his friends’ mouth. The heightened eroticism of our strange tryst is driving me into a frenzied state as I buck up and down under Leon. Nelson reaches down and cruelly twists on one of my nipples, the pain burns the end of my breasts but it’s exquisite. I don't care that it hurt, it’s just another sensation that drives me closer to my climax.
Together they’re pushing me closer to the brink. I can feel the intense pleasure building rapidly and I know it won’t be long before I’m driven to the point of no return. Suddenly, Leon gives out a muffled moan, his lips still wrapped around his friend’s cock as he picks up speed of his fucking, banging into me with such force that I feel he’s pounding me into the ground. His erection stretches even thicker as he shoots his seed into me. Feeling his warm cum flooding my insides releases my own orgasm, it thunders through me and I writhe and shudder beneath him. That is a cue for Nelson as he grunts out his own passion, grabbing his friend’s curly head and holding it in place as he climax’s into Leon’s mouth. I can see his throat working like crazy as he tries to swallow his friend’s seed, but some dribbles from between his lips and drips onto my face, hot and scalding.
All three of us lay there together, each one satisfied and content from our carnal coupling and we fall a sleep under the stars.
Chapter 5 Suffocating Winds
The boys and I have become mighty good friends on this trip, and it’s just as well. A few nights later we’re caught out in one of the worst sand storms I’ve ever seen, and I’ve lived through a few.
Nothing that night prepared us for the calamity that was about to hit us. We’d gone to bed after a long day on the trail. I was woken up with a sharp stinging to the skin of my face. We’d fallen asleep around the camp fire, which was where we all preferred, rather than in the wagon. The wagon is only good if there’s rain, but that isn’t often. The burning fire keeps away most predators, including snakes. When I feel a burning sting on my bare cheeks, I wake up in a sweat, dreaming I’m being burned alive. It isn't the fire that’s burning me, it’s a sandstorm. There’s no use hiding in the wagon, it isn’t safe as it can up and move in the wind. Caught out in the open we all try to dig down into the hard grit. It seems like ages of being whipped by the sand on skin that isn’t covered, but we finally manage to press our bodies together in the dip we dug. While we lay there on our bellies, the boys keep scooping out the dirt to try and make it deeper. I’m wedged between their -large bodies, so I don’t suffer much, once we’re in the hole. The scariest part is when the wagon breaks up and large parts of it blow all over the place. There’s nothing we can do but pray that none lands on top of us.
That was one mighty dust storm. I’ve lived through a few and they’re not a pleasant experience. We worried about the horses, but could do nothing to help them once we were in the middle of it all. Before I jumped into the hole, I’d heard their hooves rearing and thudding onto the ground, then neighing loudly, in fear. Trouble was, they were tied up so they wouldn’t wander as they grazed. We could only hope that the horses survived.
Thankfully, the storm passed us as quickly as it had come, and we still had two of the three horses left, the other had been speared by a piece of the demolished wagon. The wagon was no more and what stores we had were littered from here to the ends of the world, so it seemed. The darkness meant we couldn’t see much, just enough to assess the damage to our camp. Leon was calming the horses and Nelson and I were attempting to gather the stores.
“We don’t have much further to be riding, May, so don’t you be a worrying,” Nelson says to me, reassuringly.
“For a minute there, I thought our days were ended,” I admit my fears.
Those storms are a bastard to get over. They’re so violent that they can strip the skin off a person in minutes if you’re caught out in the open. The secret is to cover your body up and curl up in a ball, if you can’t dig a hole fast enough.
As daylight descends upon us, we can see one of the surviving horses isn’t too good. His flank and leg are rubbed raw. He needs a cover from the heat of the sun.
We eat a light breakfast before setting off, with the boys reassuring me that we’re nearly at the end of our journey.
I sit on one of horses with Leon. He’s always one to cheer me up when I’m feeling down, always cracking jokes and telling funny stories and today was no different. Despite our close call with death, he still seems to be the same chipper person.
I’ve been a bit of loner all my life and I don’t really need company, but these two guys are great to be with. Who’d have thought you could enjoy the company of a kidnapper? Mine were the best kidnappers a girl could wish for. The sex is awesome and the cooking isn’t bad either, but boy, do they know how to make a girl laugh. Nelson sings on an evening and Leon blows into his harmonica. I’m learning to love these two masculine hunks. Now, if I could just get out of them where they’re taking me, then I can prepare myself for whatever lays ahead.
I’m surprised Nancy didn’t just pay them to shoot me and leave me in the middle of the desert. Who would have ever known? But, if anything, they’re quite protective of me. In the sandstorm they both made sure I was protected from the lethal sand. And now, when we hardly have any food, they make sure I eat first, before them. If I didn't know any better I’d say these two cold bloodied killers are a little soft on me.
They just will not tell me where I’m going or what I’m facing. Nor will they tell me who’s paid them to drag me across a desert for what seems like endless days and nights.
Tomorrow’s our last day and we’ll be arriving at our destination. I try all night to coax it out of them, but they steadfastly refuse. We all bed down for our last night and I lay there seemingly for hours, staring at the starlit sky and musing over what tomorrow has to offer.
Chapter 6 Everything is Big
“Where is this place?” I ask my riding companions as I look on in amazement as our destination lay before us.
The roads don’t appear to be made from mud and sand, they’re sort of smoother. Buildings are higher than any I’ve seen before, some of them seem as high as a mountain. There are so many people milling about the place and all seemingly have a purpose. I don’t think I’ve seen so many people in one place, ever. I see people like me, and people with lighter skin and women of gentry, as well as what looks like poor people, by their dress. Wagons galore, too many of them it’s a wonder they don’t run the people over.
“I never even knew this place existed, where are we?” I ask again as my two friends just smile at me, all knowing.
“You’re gonna find out everythin’ soon enough,” Leon said to me, but his eyes were smiling.
“At least tell me where I am, please, this place is amazing, everything is so big and look at all these people, where did they all come from?” I ask, totally mystified at what I’m looking at. “Look at that man’s hat, it looks like a barrel on his head,” I shout a bit too loudly.
“It’s called a top hat,” Nelson smirks at me.
‘Well, pardon me for not knowing that, but I didn’t even know there were places like this,” I retort, a little miffed at his cleverness.
> We seem to arrive at our destination which is a big building of many floors high. The front has large double doors and I can hear laughing and music coming from the inside. Even I know this is a saloon, but it’s unlike any saloon I’ve ever seen before.
We step into it, and even from viewing the outside, it doesn't prepare me for how it looks on the inside. It’s full of people, some dancing, others sat at table’s drinking. Over in one corner there’s a groups playing cards. At the far end is a small stage and on it are a group of dancers in flimsy outfits that leave very little to the imagination. A number of men sit close to the stage and every time a girl bends forward, one of them places dollar bills in her cleavage. What’s that for?
Nelson leads the way, he certainly seems to know where we’re going. We go down a hallway where the furnishings are all red and black, giving the place a plush luxurious look, whoever owns this salon must be rich.
I follow Leon and Nelson through a door, and I’m so surprised at who's is seated right before my very eyes, that I cry out in shock.
“Daddy, is it you who’s dragged me across the desert with these wild desperadoes?” I ask him, my mind all a whirl with confusion.
