by Shae Shannon
“I bet you can’t, rookie. A weekend of chores, and if I can make her come a second time right after you get her to, two weekends. Deal?” Dixon appeared more than confident, leaving Jase to wonder what tricks he had up his sleeve.
“I’m game for that. Here goes. This is going to be epic.” Lyndon pulled the vibrating purple dong all the way out, rubbed the tip along her clit and back to circle her ass, and quickly inserted it all the way to the black plastic hilt. EmmaLee's moans soon turned to deep, gravely grunts. She tried to maneuver on it, thrusting her hips down in attempts for more. The second stroke was the same, except he hardened his movements and tilted the butt of it backwards, causing the tip to grind against her G-spot. Her grunts mixed with screams of desperation. The last pumps were ruthless, going in deep and hard. Her muscles tightened, her head swung backwards, and she broke the rules.
“Please! God! Please don’t stop, Lyndon!” Mr. Cocky frowned. He did continue giving her the pleasure her body had turned crazy mad for, and she combusted on his hand.
EmmaLee’s hot little body jerked and twitched, with her legs stiff as a board and the cuffs being her only means of staying vertical. Her eyes had rolled back in her head, with her features in pure ecstasy. Sexual energy emanated off of her in heat waves. She was absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous. Her face glowed in an angelic essence. The spasms continued for what seemed like an eternity, making shooting, stabbing, aching pains shoot through his balls. His cock bobbed, begging for a taste of the delicious little woman in front of him.
When the final rolls of orgasm subsided, Dixon stepped up and took the toy from Lyndon. “Step back, little brother, and let the master show you how it’s done.” He leaned over and conquered her mouth, kissing her stupid. When he pulled away, her eyes were still lost in the lustful haze, and seemed incoherent to the happenings around her. Dixon’s fingers reached up and pinched both pert nipples hard, earning another round of moans to escape her plump, sexed lips. Jase fought to resist the urge to walk over and take her. Her sweet little cunt still dripped with the milky honey, and it called to him like a drug. The second Dixon squatted and twisted the purple, pulsing, pussy pleaser deep up in her in one rotating motion, she bent her knees and spread her legs wide, begging for more of Dixon’s talented movements. While it was still buried, he twisted and turned it a few times before removing it. He repeated the movements two more times, bringing her back to her screaming, wild state. On the final fourth thrusting pump, he reached over with his other hand and rolled her swollen clit between his fingers. Before it was removed, he pinched the bud of nerves, sending her into another massive orgasm. Once again she came undone, wild and wicked. He continued fucking her, slowing and easing each thrust to help glide her down from the drug like high she floated on.
“That, boys, is how it is done.” He took the toy back over and traded it for the single tail. When he walked back over to her, Jase stepped up and stopped him.
“No, Dixon. Not tonight. Save that for later. She is out of her head. Get her to the bed, NOW!” Jase wasn’t usually one to give orders, or take control over Dixon or Lyndon, but when he did, he always was ready to back it up. Dixon stared at him for a moment silently, not giving any inclination as to whether he would protest or not. When Jase bowed up ready to rumble, Dixon simply nodded and walked over to release her from her shackles.
He took the cuffs off, and they both made work rubbing the blood flow back into her limbs. Once she seemed like there was no pain or discomfort, Jase hoisted her in the blankets of his arms and kissed her, expressing his love and devotion in the single gesture. He carried her to the king-size bed, and set her on the black silk bedding on her back. She willingly parted her legs, making him smile. “Let me get that plug out baby. I think you might like it more if it was one of our cocks.” His fingers delicately removed it, taking extra care to prevent any pain.
Before he could hand her over to Dixon, he had to taste the fountain of her honey. His head bent down between her thighs, and he got a taste of her orgasms. He couldn’t prevent the deep groan that escaped him. Her sweet, tart, silky taste was better than any fine cuisine he had ever experienced. The spicy, sweet scent that was hers alone tempted his nostrils and only added to the pure taste bud explosion orgasm he was experiencing. “I love munching on this sweet pie, baby. It is the best thing I have ever tasted.” He dove back down, taking her clit between his teeth to squeeze and lightly scrape. She bucked against his mouth, sending another gush of fluid for him to lap up. He took his time, tracing each lip and lapping in her passion pit. Before he brought her to the release she so craved, he sucked her mound, kissed it, and stepped away. “We have a lot for you tonight, sweetheart. Right now I have to hand you over to Dixon.” Her eyes still showed her in a sex-drunk state. The only response he got was a wobbly nod, and from the looks of her it was probably all she was capable of. Unable to resist another quick kiss, he heated her lips up and stepped away.
EmmaLee had been on the ride of her life, experiencing a world of the most erotic pleasure she couldn’t even fathom. All of her fantasies combined together paled in comparison. Her head swam in another space and time, and only a vague sense of reality hung on by a thread. She felt the change as Jase stepped away from her and was replaced by Dixon. His body sent off intense, invisible waves of dangerous, barbaric desire. He didn’t waste time, but crawled up the length of her body and rammed his enormously thick, long cock deep in her. Her walls constricted, relishing in the painfully pleasant obtrusion. His deep grumbling voice jump-started her heart, making electric shocks volt through her entire body. “Fuck, Emmie baby. Your sweet little pussy is so tight and good. You feel like heaven, my angel.” The sweetness of his confession warmed her heart, even though it was laced with porno bedroom talk. She made a mental note to always remember that sentence for the rest of her life.
“Oh, Dixon!” Her brain seemed to be drunk and on vacation, but somehow her mouth still acknowledged the need to verbalize a response. She didn’t need to come up with a coherent sentence because his mouth took over. Between his mouth and his cock, she floated into a fairy-tale land. The sensations were so overwhelming she actually thought tiny fairies had begun to fly around, sprinkling “feel-good” dust all over her. From his masculine scent to the feel of his body crushing hers against the mattress, she quickly exploded. Her body took over in an orgasmic seizure, grinding down and contracting around him. Her head shoved backward hard against her pillow with every tense muscle. Dixon’s breaths were loud and raspy, containing deep grunts with every exhale. His thrusts became demanding, pounding deep in her greedy sex. She thought he would soon join her over the edge of ecstasy, but instead was interrupted by movement all around them.
EmmaLee tried to muster enough focus to find the cause but failed. Dixon had somehow moved her and stayed encased deep inside, as she now lay on top of him with her chest against his. A whirlwind of scents and sensations sent her in a sensory overload. Hands began to caress and rub her from all directions. Her skin heated to a burn from each massage the cocoon of hands provided.
EmmaLee’s knees were guided upwards, sending her ass in the air. A hot mouth kissed her deeply, while another licked and sucked up the side of her mouth. She was lost in an ocean of man parts. Dixon slowly started moving in and out of her, while Lyndon worked into her back hole. He felt so different than the plug she had just had. He worked the head in inch by small inch, stretching the forbidden hole to fit his massive size. The burn was painfully wonderful. She pushed out against him, helping him get seated in her. Jase waited until Lyndon was fitted before he scooted up and fed her his meat. His slightly salty, musky taste coated her tongue, making her desire skyrocket. All three seemed to synchronize their movements like the inner workings of a clock. She was left with a cock in her at all times, and never had she ever felt so complete. This right here was the filling to all of the cracks, wounds, holes, and pain in her heart. They were healing her with every delightful stroke. Lyndon and Dixon s
eesawed in and out of her holes, sending the most incredible build up she had ever had. With Jase sliding over her tongue, she went from zero to “oh my God” in only a few moments.
Thankfully they surrounded her because she was positive she would have flown off of the bed and into outer space when her cosmic orgasm hit. Instead of reaching the peak, coming, and floating back down, her body rolled orgasm after orgasm relentlessly. Her hearing seemed muffled, but the carnal, lascivious sounds that rumbled from all three men only sent her higher. They rode her harder and harder, branding and binding them forever. All three seemed to slam in and start to jerk and roar in a chain reaction, filling her with their seed. She swallowed quickly, making sure that the cum of all three entered her body. She barely felt them cleaning, kissing, and caressing her before the endorphin overload took over and the world went black.
Chapter 13
The next few months were the best of her life. They had all temporarily moved into the apartment to be with her. They had purchased two California king beds and pushed them together for enough room for them all to spread out and sleep comfortably. The small apartment had been rearranged to accommodate the bulk mass of three cowboys, leaving a couple of dressers and the bed being the only furniture in the room. Dixon had surprised her a few weeks back with a barn play area, complete with whips and benches. It was a storage shed that was not used, but the fear of Jeremy and Lilly finding it still scared the hell out of her.
The boys were already up and off working on the ranch when she awoke. With a big yawn, she stretched her arms over her head before wiping the sleep out of her eyes. “Thank you, Lord, for another perfect day.” She grinned, thinking about the night before, where like always she was snuggled in between her three sexy cowboys after the hottest, most naughty and wild sex of her life. Every day, they came up with new, amazing, mind-blowing things to try with her, and she woke up anticipating what the new day would bring.
As she crawled to the side of the massive bed to get up, something on the dresser caught her eye. She walked over to investigate and almost fell when she realized what it was. On the dresser laid a note, along with a beautiful gold charm bracelet. The three biggest charms were of each name in gold. In between dangled precious stones in various shapes. Besides the names, the horseshoe with the sapphire insets was definitely something Jase would know she would love. The cowboy hat with the garnet in the center reminded her of Dixon. A few loose tears fell when she saw the small, golden calf. There were diamond and emerald accents where its spots would be, and had to have been handpicked by none other than Lyndon. There were hearts and other shapes, but these were from her men. She latched it around her wrist, and picked up the note that sat atop a cardboard box.
Good Morning, Angel.
We hope you like the bracelet we picked out for you. Each of us picked the charms to make it personal from all of us. In the box is your outfit for the day. Don’t put on anything more or less besides what we have set out for you. Meet us downstairs at lunch, we have a surprise.
Love,
Dixon, Jase, and Lyndon
In a different handwriting, a P.S. had been added in pen that looked as if it had been taken away before it was completed and then marked out.
P.S. Not in that order. The calf charm is from me. I knew it would be your favorite.–Lyndon
She laughed, loving the way the three playfully bickered and teased each other the same way they had when they were kids. She picked up the box and walked over to sit on the side of the bed to look inside.
Under the bright purple tissue paper she pulled out the prettiest long hippie-type skirt. It had pretty peacock feathers in bright colors along the bottom with embroidery and sequins to accent each feather. A simple turquoise peasant shirt followed, and she sat them both aside on the silk comforter. In the bottom of the box was a silver chain with two clamps attached that parted in a Y, that continued in a long chain with a weird large pill looking thing. On closer inspection, she realized what it was. The vibrating egg! Oh my God, those are nipple clamps, and that is supposed to go in me!
After staring aimlessly trying to fathom what on earth they would do in broad daylight with nipple clamps chained to a vibrating cootchy insert, she suddenly realized there were no panties, and no bra to hold the girls up. Those boys are in so much trouble. This better be good.
She quickly showered and got dressed, chains and all, and headed downstairs for coffee. Lilly was in the middle of preparing potato salad and baked beans for the BBQ later that night when she stopped and grinned at EmmaLee.
“Good morning, dear. Did you sleep okay?” Her eyes insinuated she knew the naughty, wild things that had taken place last night, and made EmmaLee flush with embarrassment.
“Good morning, um, yeah, how about you?” She wasn’t inverting like she used to, and didn’t start worrying about what could be wrong with her. Instead, the blush was from knowing she had been swinging from straps suspended from the ceiling while getting lashes from the single tail from Dixon before getting completely and utterly fucked until she passed out from exhaustion last night. The older woman still smiled, giving her a knowing grin, and hugged her. “Mom, is everything okay? Is there something that I don’t know? Did we, um, wake you guys up last night?” Her rambling only made Lilly laugh harder and harder.
“No, sweetheart, stop. Nothing is wrong. I just was wondering if you liked your gifts this morning. The boys had me go with them to help guide them in the right direction. They picked the charms, but I led them to the bracelet department.”
EmmaLee let out a huge sigh. “Oh, yes I absolutely love it. Look! It looks so amazing on. It is the most perfect gift in the world, thank you for helping.” She hugged her tight until her attention was drawn to the fact that her nipples scraped more than normal against her mom. Gross. She broke the embrace and headed for the coffee before Lilly caught on to her weird behavior. While she piled in the cream and sugar, Lilly walked up and leaned on the counter beside her.
“What did you think of the other gifts?” Lilly’s voice had lowered some, her eyes full of mischief.
EmmaLee thought of the amazing clothes that she wore and smiled. “They are beautiful also. I love the colors. I assume you helped pick them as well?”
Lilly smiled. “Yes, I helped pick everything. Even the undergarments you are wearing, sweetheart.”
EmmaLee had taken a drink of the hot coffee, and spewed it everywhere. “What?” Her voice squeaked in disbelief.
“Oh, Emmie. Where do you think my boys get their kink side? Jeremy and I were among the first members of the Playhouse. I had to make sure they got the vibrating chain. It is so much better than a normal nipple chain, sweetheart.”
EmmaLee slapped both of her hands over her mouth in shock. She tried to take a few steps back, but the counter stopped her. The shock of finding out that not only did this woman know what they had been doing behind closed doors, but helped pick out sexual attire because she herself liked to walk on the wild side was a bit too much to comprehend.
“Oh stop it, child. It can’t be that big of a shock. So what? I like wild and crazy man love like you do.” She shrugged her shoulders and walked over to the microwave and hit start. When it beeped one minute and thirty seconds later, she turned and smiled. “Here, Emmie. I saved you breakfast. You are going to need your strength, so eat up. You have a long day ahead of you.”
“Okay, Mom, what do you know that I don’t?” She sat at the table, and began to eat the bacon, egg, and cheese on homemade biscuits Lilly had earlier prepared. Knowing Dixon, Jase, Lyndon, and Jeremy, it was a miracle that there were even crumbs left let alone two sandwiches. Lilly had obviously hid them purposely.
“The boys swore me to secrecy, but you will have fun, I promise. Now eat up, sweetheart.” She went back to cooking, smiling and singing happily.
When EmmaLee finished, she took care of her dishes and headed for the front room. When she walked around the corner, she ran into a brick wall. She reacted
with a scream, almost peeing her pants from shock. Dixon stood with his arms across his enormous chest, and amusement dancing in the depths of his dark eyes. He wrapped his arm around to steady her, laughing when she slugged him in the arm. The man was a walking wet dream. Even dressed in worn work jeans, work boots, a tight black T-shirt, and black cowboy hat, more than her mouth began to water.
“Why are you standing here like a creeper scaring the bajeezies out of me!” She punched him again for good measure, before wrapping her arms around his neck. He chuckled, swatting her on the butt. Instead of kissing her like she expected, he glared in her eyes silently.
“Did you find your gifts this mornin’?”
“Oh! Yes! The bracelet is beautiful, Dixon. It is absolutely perfect. Thank you so much.”
“Well, I am glad you like it, but I wasn’t talking about just the jewelry and clothes. Did you follow your note?” His voice dropped down into “Dom tone,” and she shivered.
“Yes, I did, and followed the instructions. The clothes are very pretty, thank you again.” She broke eye contact and dropped her gaze to his chest, staring aimlessly. Without responding, he reached toward the small gap between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of the skirt and pulled the chain. She moaned instantaneously, her knees folding from the surprising stimulation.
“Mmm. Good girl.” He lifted the brim of his black Stetson, and lowered his lips to hers. Instead of kissing her sweetly and working his way up to a heated assault, he took complete possession. The abrasive intrusion sent her into a spiral of erotic desire. It wasn’t until Lilly came waltzing into the room to break up the display of naughty affection that Dixon finally pulled away, leaving her breathless and in a state of dripping embarrassment.
“Don’t stop on my account, kids. I would have patiently waited until you were finished, or clothes started flinging off.” Lilly grinned, basking in the grossed out looks her son shot her way.
