by Eileen Green
Her fingers deftly undid the buttons on the Texan’s shirt who was also in his knees on the bed. When she had completed that, she pushed the material off Hunter as she had with Trent. She repeated the same actions on him as she had Trent, testing his muscles and feeling his upper body.
Meticulous with her actions, it seemed as if she was in a trance. Trent wanted to know what was going through her mind, but he didn’t want to distract her.
* * * *
After half undressing both men, Augusta was on visual muscle overload. She had seen men that were fit, or even more than fit, but she had never had them under her fingers and palms before. Being able to touch and feel both men was a dream come true.
Although this was not the time or place to compare her two men to Josh, but she couldn’t help letting her mind go there. Even at the beginning of her relationship with her ex, he was still soft. His idea of exercise was walking through the local Walmart. Of course, Augusta couldn’t say much. Testing goodies in the shop gave her extra hips and thighs, and a soft stomach that jiggled a bit.
Setting her mind back to where it should be, she looked up at Hunter who was watching her, lust in his striking dark blue eyes which were nearly black in his arousal. A small smile was on his lips along with a look of awe and wonder.
It surprised her that she was the one who was putting that look on his face. A glance back at Trent showed her that he was feeling the same.
With shaky hands she slipped the button through the hole on his slacks before she took hold of Hunter’s zipper and began to lower it. Hunter’s breaths were coming in small ragged pants as she knew hers matched his.
The air was heavy with sexual tension and love, something that shocked her. Not in her wildest dreams did she ever think that she would be in the presence of one, let alone two men who looked the way they did, and be in the position of making love to them.
Augusta moved her hands around to Hunter’s sides and hooked her thumbs in his waistband. As he rose up, she pushed the garment down his hips and then his thighs. Only when they were around his knees did she look back up to his groin.
Covered in gray boxer-brief material, she saw the bulge that tented his undergarment. She knew her eyes widened as she took in the size of his cock even though she couldn’t see it.
The length awed her. The head was at the waistband, causing it to gape a bit. She could tell that he was wide, and she hoped she wouldn’t be split open.
Longing to see him, she pulled down the article that was keeping her from seeing him. The work of art was revealed as she bared him, a gasp escaping her at his size.
Wide, long, and pale save the purplish-red head, he was a marvel to look at. His balls hung low between his thighs, adding to the overall size of him.
Hunter was darker than Trent, something that occurred all over his body. The only lighter skin was his dick. She had to wonder what Trent looked like there.
Turning back to Trent, she found him raised up on his knees, a large bulge in the front of his khaki slacks. A heated gaze was what he was giving her as a smile graced his lips.
There were times when some of the ladies involved in ménages had come into the shop. They sat around drinking coffee and eating Augusta’s sweets. Augusta had picked up bits and pieces of their conversations, and she had heard that the women were the ones who held the relationship together. They were treasured and loved, and that’s what she felt like as she had one man behind her, one before her, and they both looked like gods of legends.
Carefully, Augusta undid Trent’s pants and then pulled the slacks and the briefs he wore down at the same time. His prick sprang free, causing her to jump slightly.
He wasn’t as long as Hunter, however, he was just as wide. His sac was tight against his body, but just as large as his friend’s.
Both men had pearly drops of dew on the coronas, announcing their arousals even further. She was eager to taste them both, yet she knew that wasn’t going to happen. They got off the bed and let their slacks fall to the floor. When each of them went to the nightstand on the sides of the bed that they stood on, they stopped.
“Which side, precious?” Trent asked as he looked at her.
“Hunter’s side,” she responded, not hesitating in the least.
Hunter opened the drawer and retrieved the box that she had bought about a week ago. After he set it on the bedside table, he took out two foil-wrapped condoms and tossed one to Trent. In a flash, both men had the items ripped apart and were donning the latex prophylactics, ready for the next step.
Hunter climbed on the bed from his side, and he sidled up to Augusta’s back. The heat of his body and the feel of a hard, hot pole against her lower back was a welcome feeling. He wrapped his right arm around her shoulders and turned her head toward him with his left. His mouth covered hers in a searing kiss before he released her.
Trent moved in, wrapped his arms around her, and captured her mouth. However, instead of releasing his hold on her when he pulled out of the kiss, he moved his hands to her waist and lifted her onto the bed.
With help from Hunter, she moved to the center of the bed as Trent followed her.
Not sure what to do with two men, she waited for them to react.
Trent was first. He leaned over and captured her left breast with his mouth, the draw exquisite. The zings of delight he created within her ran straight to her cunt, kindling that fire again. He reached across her and found its twin and begin pinching and pulling on the nipple.
As Trent manipulated her breasts, Hunger scooted down and crawled between her already spread legs. His large shoulders pushed her legs further apart as his face hovered over her pussy.
He had a Cheshire cat grin on his face until Augusta could no longer see his mouth for his lips kissed her lower ones. The action was nearly reverent which touched her heart. Tears smarted the backs of her eyes, but that was short-lived.
Hunter swiped his tongue through her slit from her opening to her clit. The gasp that escaped from her seemed to echo in the room. It had been so long since anyone had touched her there, and Josh wasn’t one for oral sex, although he was always wanting blow jobs.
As if settling in for the long haul, Hunter shifted his shoulders and arms until he was separating her folds with his fingers, holding her open. He swept his tongue through her labia again, but this time, he slid his tongue around her treasured pearl.
Unable to restrain herself, Augusta began gyrating her hips. She had three hands on her along with two mouths, providing ecstasy that was beyond her comprehension.
Hot moist breath was teasing her cunt as Hunter continued to lick at her. He pressed a finger into her opening, slowly sinking it into her depths. Hunter pulled it out, dragging it across a sensitive area that had her bucking her hips up into his mouth further. He chuckled, the vibrations adding to the sensations that were coursing through her pussy.
Slowly, Hunter pistoned his finger in and out of her multiple times, driving her desire higher. He began sucking on her clit and then added a second digit, filling her up further. Whenever he pulled his fingers out, they struck that spot within her that sent tingling from her core to the rest of her body.
Trent was suckling hard on her nipple as he pinched the other one. It felt as if there were strings attached to all three erogenous zones, pulling on each other as her arousal was near exploding.
She was wound so tight that she felt as if she were going to combust, and all it took was a few more passes of Hunter’s fingers for her cunt to implode around itself.
Careening over the cliff of orgasm, Augusta rode the waves, flying on the wings of ecstasy. Her sight turned into dark spots as she tried to keep her eyes open, while all she heard was her heart pounding in her ears. There was also a loud keening, but she couldn’t figure out where it came from.
Her breaths were ragged as her lungs hurt. The heart within her chest was beating a mile a minute as if she was running a race.
Soon, it felt as if she was floating
downward, bringing her back to awareness. Once she had come back into her body, she noticed both men were watching her.
“Are you all right, darlin’?” Hunter asked, concern written on his face.
Nodding, she gave a small smile. “I’m great,” she managed to say in a whisper. “Just great.”
“So, I take it you like that?” Trent inquired, a smile appearing on his lips. She realized in that moment that he was the one that would crack a joke to lighten the mood.
“Yes. I did. But, I need more.”
Before the last word was out of her mouth, Hunter rose and scooted forward until she felt his cock at her pussy. The tip was hard and hot even through the latex barrier. A thought traipsed through her brain that she had to tamp down. It was too early to think about feeling them bare within her, but hopefully one day soon they could do that.
* * * *
As he finger-fucked Augusta, Hunter loved that he was the one drawing her reaction from her. It was almost as if she hadn’t experienced that type of lovemaking before. She tasted like sweet nectar, something he wanted to savor forever.
Now, as he was poised above her, his rock-hard dick needing release, he wished he could be taking her bare back, but that was something to visit in the near future.
Looking down at Augusta, he loved the sated look upon her face. She was beautiful, and she was his and Trent’s. Hunter looked over at Trent who was now sitting up next to their woman, his gaze upon her also.
Augusta began to look around. She smiled at Trent and then up at Hunter. “Hi. Is anyone going to make love to me?”
Hunter smiled before he began to press into her. She flowered open to him, sucking him inward. Hot, soft, and welcoming was Augusta’s pussy. Her walls flexed and constricted around him.
She was looking up at him as if he hung the moon, and he wanted to see that look all the time. He realized at that moment, he was head over heels in love with Augusta.
He could feel her cervix with the tip of his cock. The root of him was at her entrance as she had taken all of him.
With a soft groan, Hunter began to move. He pulled back and then pushed back in, striking that spot within her that had her hips rising to meet his. She matched him move for move.
She raised her hands up until she was holding on to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh. It was as if she was afraid to let go.
The whole time he loved on her, he watched her, and she him. The eye contact made this act much more endearing and precious to him.
He pumped into her slowly and began to pick up speed as the tingling became stronger in his lower back. Augusta’s skin was turning pink with her exertion while a thin layer of perspiration broke out on each one of them.
Speeding up his movements, he began to pound in her, her body moving with each thrust. She continued to watch him as he fucked her, and he had to wonder if she was afraid this was all part of her imagination and if she closed her eyes, it would all go away. He had that thought, because he had the same one.
The ball of fire in his back grew with each movement he made, and Hunter knew it wouldn’t be long. He had to get Augusta to come before he did.
Hunter held himself up on one arm as he moved his other hand between himself and Augusta, finding her clit. Circling the small pebble with his thumb, he began to rub it.
Her breathing was ragged as was his. He manipulated her clit faster as the fire was moving down to his balls.
Augusta’s cunt walls were beginning to flutter against him right before her muscles clamped down on him. It felt like a vise was squeezing him as her orgasm overtook her.
With body arched and rigid, Augusta rode her climax as his hit him. The fire had moved to his cock, and he was spewing into the reservoir of the condom he wore.
Large beads of sweat had sprung up on Hunter as his breathing was nearly as difficult to catch as Augusta’s was. The molten lava burned his dick as it was expelled from him, taking his strength from him.
Flopping down on top of his woman, his thought was, I hope I don’t squish her. However, her arms circled his waist as she came down from her orgasm.
They lay like that for several minutes before Hunter remembered Trent was going to want his turn, but also that Hunter needed to take care of the condom.
Carefully he pulled his softening cock from her hot moist depths, his hand holding the edges on him. He got up and disappeared into the bathroom, disposing of the condom and cleaning up. By the time he made it back into the bedroom, Trent was already between Augusta’s legs.
* * * *
“Are you ready for me?” Trent had asked while Hunter was in the bathroom. Trent was looking down at Augusta with love and compassion, his words touching her because he wanted to make sure she was up for another round.
Raising a hand to Trent’s cheek, she smiled. She was a bit sore, and tired, but she wasn’t going to make this man wait. The look in his eyes was enough to say he would make it good for her.
“Make love to me, Trent. I want you to fill me with your cock like Hunter did. I need you.” Her words weren’t eloquent, just what was needing to be said.
“Oh, precious. I’ve been dreaming of this moment since the first night we met. But I just want to make sure you aren’t too sore.”
Reaching up, Augusta wrapped her arms around Trent’s neck and pulled him down to her. She pressed her lips against his and then went further by demanding entrance. He opened to her, and their tongues tangled together.
He shifted his lower body, and Augusta felt his cock at her opening. He was just as wide as Hunter was, so she knew he would fill her completely.
A thought did run through her mind. Eventually, they were going to want to take her together, and if they filled her so much already, what was going to happen when two dicks were inside her at the same time? However, that thought would need to be put on the back burner, for now it was Trent’s turn.
Trent sank his prick into her cunt, filling her, stretching her. What a wonderful feeling it was to have a man who could fill you up, not one that you barely felt when he was inside you.
Their tongues collided and tangled as they kissed, Trent getting ready to fuck her, driving her inhibitions out the door.
They moved together. Her hips rose to meet his as he pressed inward. She felt empty when he pulled almost all the way out, but then he was inside her again. Her senses were on overload after being made love to by one man, and now another one was doing the same.
Zings of electricity shot through her as Trent moved, his cock sliding across her clit with each motion. The fire that she thought had been distinguished earlier was building again. It was being kindled slowly as Trent moved, but as he picked up speed, the fire was back to raging again.
The heat was consuming her as a sheen of perspiration coated her body. Pulling her mouth away from Trent’s, she needed to breathe. Her lungs felt tight.
Looking up at Trent, she could see his body was reacting the same way as hers. He began thrusting into her, harder, deeper. The spring that seemed to be tightening within her core sprung as she careened over the mountain of orgasm.
White noise filled her ears as black spots overtook her vision. Her body was tight and arched as the fire within her filled her. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she had screamed out her climax, but then again, Trent shouted out his own.
Feeling a bit shy, she had to hope that none of the neighbors heard them.
The dark spots began to weave together as Augusta’s body was relaxing from being made love to by two men. She let the darkness settle upon her. The last thing she felt was Trent’s lips on her forehead.
She wanted so much more from these two, for she knew she was fully in love with them.
Chapter Eight
God, I hate flying!
Josh had been white-knuckled since he had boarded the hopper flight from Helena. It was bad enough flying in a large plane, but these hoppers were too small. If this trip weren’t so important, for his life, he
would have driven out here. Unfortunately, to get there quickly, he had to accept multiple flights instead of a nonstop.
He never thought he would be coming back to this town when he left here several years ago. Of course, he hadn’t expected to ever see Augusta again.
When he had seen her for the first time, she wasn’t a striking beauty. She was average, but she was the daughter of one of the top PGA golfers. The tour was happening at the Ridgewood Country Club in Paramus, New Jersey, and Josh was there to make bets.
Augusta was a late-in-life baby for her parents, and her father was in his fifties at the time. Josh had read an article about the man and how he had invested well. Since Augusta was an only child, she would get the man’s money when he died.
Taking a chance, he pursued her. When she went home to Montana, he followed her. One, he would get his hands on her father’s money, and two, he would get away from the people that would constantly be after him.
He blew it by sleeping with that waitress, but Augusta had been busy with the startup of her bakery. He needed companionship, and sex. Getting caught wasn’t something he had thought about.
Hightailing it back to Jersey was his only option, for he needed money since she refused to give him half of hers. They hadn’t been married long enough for him to be eligible to receive half her worth, but he had fought for it.
Now, he was in trouble, and he was going to make damn sure Augusta was going to give him money. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and he would do whatever he had to do to get some out of that selfish bitch.
Stepping out the front doors of Glacier Park International Airport, he glanced around. White and gray clouds dotted the brilliant blue sky. There had been a major storm come through the previous day while another was expected later in the day. Something he didn’t miss.
Coldness wrapped itself around him, grasping him in its grip. It was the middle of May, for Pete’s sake, and it was still freezing at night and first thing in the morning. God, he didn’t miss this place!
