cowboysdream

by Desconhecido(a)

  It’s a hardship to go without a woman in the wilderness. Using his hand to make himself come just could not satisfy him they way real fucking could do--especially with a woman like Aila. He imagined how good it'd feel if Aila's tight pussy replaced his hand. Tight and juicy.

  Silk probably felt the same way. Better yet, how would Aila like it if she had two cowboys in her bed?

  Just as he was about to shoot his load, a silhouetted Aila stood in the doorway, stars and heat lightning flashed behind her. "Bo? Silk?"

  "Ahh," said Bo.

  "You all right?" she asked.

  "I'm fine." Bo took notice and stopped moving; Silk awakened in the next bunk and sat up.

  "Yeah?"

  Her feminine voice cut into the silence. "Bo, if you boys want to stay and work, I can't promise any sort of wages 'til I get some money comin' in. I can offer food and a roof." She paused before she left then continued, "But sun up I need the south corral fence to be mended. I need a lot of other jobs done, too. There's no smoking of cigars or cigarettes in the house."

  "Yes Ma'am. We'll be in to breakfast at sun up."

  Chapter Four

  For weeks on end she mourned Joe's death. She'd never quite been able to get Joe's murder out of her mind. She looked upon it with confusion wondering why it had to happen.

  The drifting cowpokes stayed their distance, though she felt their lingering eyes travel her body on occasion. Nightly she lay in her bed, thinking about them sleeping in the barn, womanless and probably needy...like her. She'd envision their bare chests and imagine the thick lengths of their cocks as she slipped her fingers into her pussy. She’d slide her fingers in and out of her hot, moist entrance. But, she didn't want her own fingers...she wanted their cocks, because both men heated her passion. She could almost feel one cock in her ass and one in her squeezing, slick pussy. She'd enjoy the effects she'd have on them too. Such sex might be bad, but it would obviously feel so damned good. She cursed her weakness for the men and forced herself to relax and get sleep for the coming day of hard, hot work.

  One day Aila spent time tidying up the log cabin, trying to keep her wits about herself, ignoring her needs the best way a widow could in the 1870s, while living out in the wilderness.

  Like Bo and Silk were sent from heaven, they knew what to do to help without her telling them. They did the heavy work, the work she could not do or had difficulty attempting. They took care of the crops, the cows and the cattle. They chopped wood, mended fences and fed the other animals on the Rocking C. They kept the ranch going so she could pay the greedy banker in Sheridan. They looked so good and stirred her pussy like no other men ever had. Not once had they tried to touch her inappropriately.

  One afternoon a week the men saddled up and rode to town. They seemed to have plenty of money, but she'd never given them a cent, simply because she didn't have it to give. She supposed they went to the saloons and gambled for pocket money.

  They returned late, but by the next morning, they seemed fit, healthy and ready for work. During weak moments, need of their attention burned in her mind and wicked yearnings stirred in her core. She endured bouts of longing desire. After all, they were virile and obviously good men.

  Weeks turned into a month then into two months; time whizzed past, and, as her attraction to the men grew, hidden lust threatened to make itself known. What would she do if they stayed on? It they did touch her she'd melt like ice in the springtime. Aila didn't want to think about it.

  Aila figured they had twelve weeks of good weather until winter broke loose in all its fury with the snow, cold and wind. She warned them one night when they sat out on the steps, saying "You're welcome to stay. But you need to know if ya don't already, some winters the snow rises over the window tops. I'd be jailed up inside the house. I'd not be able to see out the windows for days. It comes down heavy and deep. I s'pose you men might not want to be cooped up with me all winter."

  At first they seemingly thought over her words. Bo dropped his head to his fingertips while Silk rolled his eyes skyward and then drew an extended finger under his chiseled nose. The whole time she felt like a clod wondering what they thought of the awkward situation: two men living all winter under her roof, with her. Finally, much to her relief, they nodded like they understood and agreed to stay, relieving her. The three of them living under one roof was embarrassing to mention. They'd have to bunk in the cold, unheated upstairs; she'd stay in her bedroom.

  "I usually put away enough jars of canned food, potatoes, apples, beans, salt pork and what have you to get through the bad months." She cleared her throat and decided to finish her statement. "...if you're thinkin' about stayin' that is. I can put up enough food. At least you're welcome to stay. But I need to know...but, I can't have any cigar smokin' in the house."

  "That's fair enough. We'll talk it over and all, Ma'am. But I guess we will. What do you think, Silk?" Bo looked at Silk then nodded her way. "It looks like it's a yes."

  "Okay. I don't mind tellin' you. You men came in handy through the warm months and that's why I'm askin' you."

  "Thank you, Ma'am."

  Chapter Five

  Bo and Silk helped her get through the winter months too, doing the heavy chores. They chopped wood and kept the animals alive, well and fed. But, most of all, they gave Aila company and support.

  She found them attractive...very attractive. Each man had his long hair tied back with a small bit of leather. At times she saw them bare-chested. Gorgeous, strong men. Once, before it got real cold, when Bo and Silk were chopping wood, she peeked out at them through the lacy curtains. She felt a little flushed and guilty, needing deliverance from her sexual frustration.

  Neither man opened up to her about their past; she wondered if she scared them into silence. Even at the supper table they stayed quiet as the winter dragged on. They treated her and each other with respect, unlike most men of the day would have treated friends.

  * * * *

  One night early the next spring, after the big thaw, but before hot weather set in, they sat on the porch enjoying the mild weather.

  Bo cleared his throat a minute or two after Silk had come outside. The three of them stood on the porch. Aila looked at him and waited, wondering what he wanted to say. Instead, Bo shoved his hands into his pocket and walked toward the barn. Bo returned and faced her squarely. His intense, penetrating gaze took her back, but she stood frozen. As Silk looked on, Bo raised a finger and almost touched strands of loose blonde hair that fell from the bun at the nape of her neck. Shivers of delight undulated down her spine, and the fine hair rose on the back of her neck. Even though he didn't touch her skin, she felt a resulting sexual pull curling deeply within her core. It made her wonder if she would collapse at their feet.

  Do they notice what they do to me?

  "What?" she asked.

  He seemed to open his mouth to talk, but no words followed. Instead he turned and went to the barn.

  She fought the battle being waged inside, turned and went inside cursing herself for nearly succumbing to lust. Nothing more happened between them that night, but she felt a big internal thaw coming on.

  They worked hard from sun up to sun down, shoulder to shoulder a lot of days; sometimes without speaking. The tangible tension sparked like lightning between them. At night, her fingers had less and less of an effect; fingers could not replace a man's erect cock.

  People in the area probably figured they were just hired hands who had come in off the trail goin' east from California. Most folks thought they slept in the barn and were helping out until Joe returned. Due to Aila's insistence, they continued sleeping in the house.

  One sweltering night, Aila sat outdoors wearing nothing but a homespun shift in the cooling night air. Dabbing her skin with a cool cloth, she was aware of her nakedness under the thin fabric. Her breasts rose high and her nipples hardened, needing attention as cool air swirled through the arm opening of the translucent undergarment.

  It was enjoyable to
sit outside barefooted after a hard day's work, her breasts freed of their constraints. Bo, who obviously noticed, sat down beside her on the steps, his strong back straight, his body like a slab of granite. Their shoulders touched. Then Silk sat on the other side of her. It was the first time they sat on each side of her, and they touched her simultaneously.

  "I think you're hair is pretty as spun gold, Ma'am," Bo said softly.

  "Thank you, Bo."

  "Can I touch it?" he asked.

  "I-I don't know." It was plain, their intentions regarding her.

  "I won't...hurt you, Aila. Neither will Silk."

  It was also the first time either of the men addressed her using her God given name, and tingles shot down to her core.

  "Well, okay."

  He began touching her hair gently while Silk brought her finger tips to his lips and kissed them lightly. Womanly stirrings started sparking and twirling within her like the Fourth of July gone crazy. Bo's massaging hand moved onto her shoulders, then back and down onto her spine. Aila's senses charged with need for more as his hands moved over her back through the thin cotton. She could sense that Silk wanted to fondle her breasts. Silk began dragging his finger up and down her upper arm causing her naked pussy to moisten.

  Bo’s words entranced and enthralled Aila. "We're glad you took us in." He dragged her palm to his lips. "We want to stay and help for as long as we can. But..." Bo's voice softened and stopped then put her hand back into her lap.

  "We haven't been with a woman for many months, Ma'am," said Silk into her ear.

  A long silence followed.

  They both want me? Deep down I want them both...and at the same time too, in her, on her licking, sucking and fucking her so hard the would rattle. Oh dear God. Can they figure out what I’m thinking?

  She cleared her throat. "I 'preciate your help. Without it I wouldn't 've been able to pay the mortgage. I don't know where I' would've--"

  "We want to help. Both of us...in other ways--sexual ways that will benefit all of us."

  "What other ways?" she asked as if she didn't know. If she lay with the both men, no one would ever find out, would they? How many visitors came out her way a year? Three?

  "In bed, we want to take care of you and do it right," said Bo.

  "We?"

  They both sounded serious and hot. "Both of us want and care 'bout you. Can you take both of us? Right now my dick is hard as that rock over there."

  "How can two...?" she started to ask with astonishment tainting her tone. It was a dream, and now it was becoming real. Realistically though, she knew and expected what he'd say and do.

  Silk's voice gentled the situation further and whispered in her ear, "In bed. We both need your attention. We can make you feel so good."

  Oh God Almighty she wanted them in and on her more than she wanted air to breathe. "I don't know what you must think of me." Her heart stopped as she peered at Silk's ready and willing lips.

  "Joe wanted us to help you and take care of your womanly needs in every way possible. And Aila, we don't think nothin' ill of you," said Silk.

  Bo added, "We can do things for you that one man can't do..."

  She looked down into her lap, highly aware that their thighs touched hers.

  "You think on it, Aila," Silk whispered into her ear as he drew her hair behind her ear. He rose then walked to the far end of the porch, seemingly deep in thought. As she looked his way, he brought his harmonica to his lips. Sweet music followed, carrying her away.

  During a thoughtful pause she listened while contemplating their risqué idea. A light wind rustled in the treetops. She so very much yearned for what they offered, and it seemed so...natural and inevitable. The tune Silk played stirred her. She wondered if she was losing her mind as she mopped the perspiration from her throat with a damp handkerchief. Long ago she ended her grieving period, so that wasn't a problem. And, after all, Joe sent them to her, not vice versa. She didn't think she could get pregnant, because if she was going to get pregnant she would have long ago with Joe. All of a sudden, she figured she'd lost the will to not have sex with them. In fact, she decided she'd go along. She needed their attention, emotionally and sexually. God would just have to forgive her.

  Bo rose to his feet, raised his hands and walked away. "We ain't goin' to push you into nothin' you don't want to do, Aila. Let us know if you ever want us, and we'll oblige ya."

  Chapter Six

  On a Sunday evening, long after supper, after a sleepless night she imagined Silk going down on her bud while Bo fucked her pussy from behind. She went outside to their quarters in the far end of the barn, mopping her damp throat with a moist handkerchief. Bo stood before a small looking glass, daubing his shaving brush into a cup. Bo turned her way. He hadn't lathered his cheeks or chin. Aila stood on her tip toes and kissed him long and lingeringly, giving him her tongue. Her hands slid around to his nice ass and parted. She crossed to Silk who put down an old newspaper; his mouth dropped open. It was obvious he had been reading but quit. She pressed a sultry kiss to his lips, giving him plenty of tongue too. Bo crossed to them wearing an intrigued expression.

  Highly aware of what she was doing, Aila slid her hands up Silk's bare chest; her lips re-found his lips. After she withdrew, she drew an extended finger down his cheek, throat and muscular chest invitingly. Turning, she gave a sultry smile to Bo, hoping her action made his cock hard as granite. She noticed that darkness had come as she stepped across the grassy yard toward the house.

  * * * *

  Is she having a moment of reckless courage? It didn't matter to Bo; he liked her in a state blatant indigence.

  Without words, they followed her inside the house and into the bedroom.

  As Silk closed the door after them, Bo lowered the wick of the hurricane lamp, darkening the room. He felt as though his dick would explode. They'd both have her before the night ended. Silk drew the lacy curtains aside so the moonlight could filter in and bathe everyone and everything in dark blue. God, Bo was so ready for her; his cock pressed against the buttons in his trousers wanting freedom.

  * * * *

  "We'll go gentle."

  "And we won't play around with your affections. We love you, Aila, and you'll be our woman...our only woman."

  Bo put his large, strong hands between Aila's ample clothed breasts and began unbuttoning the top button at her throat as Silk looked on. He moved down between her breasts undoing one button at a time. Standing behind her, Silk began pulling her top up when Bo finished. He pulled it from under the waistband of her long gray skirt.

  Her breath caught when she felt their rough hands moving on her soft skin. They pulled her petticoat off and each took a part in unlacing and loosening her undergarments until she stood naked before their appraising eyes, which fell gleefully prey to their roaming hands. She liked their hungry, appreciative eyes feasting on her moonlit breasts and pussy.

  Her ample, heaving breasts still stood high and proud, all tingly. Her nipples were taut, since they were loosed from their restraints. The moment was utterly exhilarating.

  "They're beautiful," Silk murmured.

  She watched the adoring men shed their clothes and take a place before her, ready to fuck her silly. Their cocks were hard, coming up to just under their navels--potent cowboys who were ready to please. Something hit the floor with a clunk. Upon further inspection, Silk's harmonica glistened from the darkened floor near the bed.

  Bo swept her back on the bed, keeping her positioned between them. Their rough hands moved slowly and deliberately over her smooth skin, taking possession, making her breath hitch every few seconds as they explored never aroused spots of her body. Her pussy needed all they could give to replenish her and make her feel like a whole woman again. She found their nearness overwhelming and bracing.

  "You're so lovely, you make me breathless," Silk said, his breath tickling her skin.

  Aila felt his warm breath in her hair and on her scalp as he pulled the combs out of her
long blonde hair and began finger-combing its silky length down her back. It caused her cunt to clench.

  His hard shaft pressed into her backside as she faced Bo; both men showed her their eagerness. Bo's cock positively pulsed when it touched the soft, quivering skin of her abdomen. She had an urge to suck its head...but didn't move. At the moment they were in charge and that was the way she wanted it.

  "Being near you, thinking of you like this, wanting you...nearly drives a man crazy..." said Silk. He bent his head and nipped her shoulder.

  "The touch of your skin causes me to shake," said Bo as he lowered his head. His lips found hers and he kissed her gently while Silk cupped her hips and moved his hands down, then slid his hand around to her front side; he massaged the soft skin of her tummy. The side of his hands brushed the hair of her pubic mound, causing her inner muscles to violently contract and her to suck in a deep breath.

  Bo's mouth re-found hers. In response, she parted her lips like an opening flower and allowed his probing tongue deep passage into her mouth. It slid along hers as he simulated fucking, sliding back to the inner recesses and pulling out. Hands, she didn't know who fondled her breasts. Aila felt Silk running his wet, flat tongue up her spine, starting down between her hips and going up, over and over again. It caused a fiery, ravaging inner hunger that could melt steel, readying her for the three way union that surely was in the works.

  Behind her, Silk slid his hands down and grasped each of her ass cheeks, spreading her, as he ground his front side against her and pressed his lips to her shoulders and neck. Dragging his teeth over her skin, he pressed and released his cock between her ass cheeks, simulating fucking. It was clear Silk and Bo planned to fuck her real good that night. It was long overdue; she wanted it until she got sore. She needed their cocks.

  She raised her buttocks from the soft bed, seeking and asking for their entrance into her body. Silk said softly, "Not yet, Aila. We want you to be ready."