She moaned as her men began to move, each working his lean hips slowly back and forth to fill her with the very essence of their manliness, their cocks. Closing her eyes, Colleen let her conscious self begin to drift away from her corporeal self.
Colleen heard a thud! and wondered what had hit the floor. She suspected it was Frank’s waistcoat and the heavy gold pocket watch he kept in it. Her concern wasn’t sufficient to cause her to open her eyes. Not when she could feel a climax slowly and relentlessly approaching, drawing nearer with each stroke of Marc’s pulsing cock between the lips of her pussy.
He filled her completely, and when his pelvis was tight against her own, he ground himself against her, letting her delight in the sensation of fullness, of completion. While his cock throbbed deep inside her, he used the pad of his thumb to rub her clit.
A tremor of desire went through Colleen with such force it caused her to flinch. The men, concerned for her, paused in their undulations. She murmured something, the sound indistinct because her mouth was filled to overflowing with Frank’s cock.
Another soft, feminine moan drifted to Colleen’s ears. It took several seconds to be sure that she hadn’t made the sound herself.
Opening her eyes, she turned her head only slightly. When Frank pushed between her lips, the fleshy crown of his cock pushed against the inside of her cheek.
Oh, no! She’s looking at me!
So aroused had Colleen become because of her lovers she had completely forgotten that her friend was still there. In a straight-backed bedside chair, Amanda sat stiffly. Marc’s neckerchief was pushed up to her forehead like a bandana, though Colleen suspected that earlier it had been used as a blindfold.
What must she think of me?
Whatever level of embarrassment Colleen might have felt dissipated quickly. Though she may have had her qualms about sexually performing with an audience of one, Marc and Frank quite obviously didn’t share her inhibitions.
Frank took a half-step backward, disengaging himself from Colleen. He was now naked from the waist up. Bending, he pulled off one boot and then the other, tossing the footwear away disdainfully.
“Hurry, my love,” Colleen said in a breathy rush of words. “I want you in my mouth when...when I—”
She didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence because Frank’s cock was, as she had indicated she wanted, filling her mouth when the first of many orgasms that night hit her. Shivering through powerful contractions, Colleen clung desperately to Marc as he thrust repeatedly into her, his perspiration-moistened torso smacking loudly against her own.
It was some time later that, as though from a great distance, Colleen heard a soft, self-muffled feminine sound. She looked across the room to see that Amanda had lifted the hem of her dress and lowered her drawers. She had caressed herself into an orgasm while watching Colleen being pleasured by her men.
Whatever concerns Colleen had about being watched vanished.
Chapter Nineteen
“Now who do you suppose that is?” Sheriff Dexter asked his deputy as they stood in the still-smoldering ruins of what had been Colleen’s barn.
“One unlucky bastard, I’d say,” Deputy Hastings replied.
The body was blackened, charred beyond recognition. The clothes had all burned off, as had the facial features. All that remained was a revolver on the ground at the corpse’s hip, the wooden grips having burned away while the steel cylinder and barrel remained.
“There’s no way we’ll ever find out who that man was,” the deputy said after a moment.
“Maybe not.” The sheriff wrinkled his nose. The scent of death always disturbed him. “Seems odd, though, that he should have burned all of Colleen’s buildings, then somehow got himself caught up in the fire at the very end.”
Something indistinct at the back of the corpse’s neck caught the sheriff’s attention. He bent over at the waist to get a better look, then squatted, balancing on the balls of his feet for an even closer inspection.
“Is that a chain around his neck?” The sheriff’s words came out softly, meant as much for himself as for the deputy. “Bruce, find a board, something, anything that I can use to turn over what’s left of this guy.”
Since nearly everything had been burned, the lawmen were finally forced to use the toes of their boots to roll the corpse onto its back. The front of the corpse, which had not been subject to direct flames like the back, was significantly less charred, though there were still no features to reveal its identity.
“It’s a necklace,” the sheriff said, his face twisting in distaste as he picked up a rather large, flame-scarred medallion. “And do you know what that looks like? Didn’t Ralph Andrews always wear that big silver coin that was to commemorate a pope or something like that?”
“Some saint, I think. But you’re right. He always wore it, though he never really struck me as a religious man.”
The medallion was still warm from the flames as the sheriff rubbed it with his thumb. After several seconds, he had worked away the charring, and what remained of the necklace clearly showed some kind of religious figure sitting in a large chair.
“This is Ralph, all right.” Once the identification was complete, the sheriff wanted to spend as little time beside it as possible. He got to his feet, walking away from the smoking remains of all that was left of Colleen’s barn. He reached into his pocket for tobacco and papers. “So why would Ralph Andrews suddenly become an arsonist?”
“Ralph wasn’t what anyone would call an intelligent man.”
“But still, even as stupid as he was, he had to have some reason for doing this.” The sheriff lit his cigarette, and as he exhaled, turned over in his mind the new facts he was presented with. “Ralph never did anything until Zachery Singer told him to. Everybody in town knows what kind of a toady Ralph is.”
“What are you getting at?”
“I’m saying that if Ralph is here, then Zachery Singer was here, too.” He nodded toward the corpse. “Now either Ralph got himself accidentally killed inside this barn, or he got killed and then the place got set on fire. I don’t know. But one thing I do know is that Zachery’s going to have the answer. If Ralph was here, then that slimy snake Zachery Singer had better have a good answer why he was here, too.” He spit on the ground. Just speaking certain names put a bad taste in his mouth. “Zachery hasn’t said a word in town about not knowing where Ralph is. The two spend damned near every day practically joined at the hip. That tells me he knows where Ralph is.”
* * * *
Wearing Frank’s massively oversized white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up several times and the tails covering her almost to the knee, Colleen poured Amanda a cup of tea.
She said softly, “I never intended to fall in love with them. Truly, I hadn’t.” She set the tea pot down and looked out the hotel room window. A faint breeze played with her hair. “I even tried to tell myself that I didn’t love them, but it was useless to pretend otherwise. I had fallen deeply, helplessly in love with two men. Knowing it was a foolish thing to do didn’t do me a damned bit of good.”
“And they’ve fallen in love with you, too.” Amanda took a sip of her tea. “They hardly look at me. They only have eyes for you.” Colleen watched as Amanda’s cheeks took on a slightly pink hue. “All they wanted was you. Repeatedly.”
“I’m sorry you had to see that. The men, despite all their smooth charm and fancy educations, can be quite barbaric at times.”
Amanda’s blushed brightened as she replied, “Lucky you.”
“Yes. Lucky me.”
Colleen sipped her tea, then looked over to where Marc and Frank were sitting in chairs in front of the open balcony doors. They were in trousers but wore nothing else. Colleen let her gaze move slowly over their naked chests and shoulders, marveling at the physical beauty that was hers to touch, caress, taste.
“I know I shouldn’t admit to this, but watching them with you was the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me in m
y whole life.” Amanda glanced over at the men, then turned her attention quickly back to Colleen. “I didn’t know a woman could climax.” She nibbled on her lower lips for a moment. “Today’s been quite an education for me.”
“You never touch yourself? Intimately, I mean.”
Amanda shook her head.
From across the room, Frank called out, “I’ve ordered the steak dinners for all of us. It should get here in just a little while.”
Then Marc said, “And there’s a shopkeeper who’ll be stopping by with clothes for the two of you. Don’t worry. He’s the soul of discretion.”
Colleen merely nodded and thought, I’m so in love with those men!
Chapter Twenty
Colleen awoke slowly, drifting from unconsciousness to consciousness without any jagged-edged emotional adjustments needing to be made. It wasn’t often she embraced the morning so pleasantly. She was on her stomach, her head on a goose down feather pillow. She was warm, but not uncomfortably so, and nestled between two large male bodies. Even in her sleep-diffused state of mind, she realized instantly were naked bodies. As was hers.
Dreamily, she smiled, remembering all the magnificent loving that had occurred the previous day and evening once Frank and Marc had arrived from Golden Valley. It was more loving over a period of eight or ten hours than she had considered possible. As she thought about all the magnificent sensuality that she’d indulged in, she felt a twinge in her pussy. The men, with the fortuitous inclusion of a contraceptive sponge to their lovemaking, had been absolutely greedy for her. Sometimes riding her hard and fast for a wild barbarian fuck, and other times they pleasured her slowly and tenderly, making love to her with consummate skill.
But there were two of them, both magnificently virile, and only one of her. The odds and nature were against her. Even though the men aroused her beyond her wildest expectations, her pussy, as she awoke, was pulsing gently, the sensation hinting discomfortingly at a long evening’s excessive use. It was a silent reminder of the magnificent hours in which she had so rapturously indulged.
Today, if she was going to satisfy the desires of her lusty men, she’d have to be creative.
She blinked, sliding into full consciousness, and thought what an exquisite problem to wake up to.
The sun was up and appeared to have been for several hours. Through the open balcony doors a pleasant morning breeze wafted through the hotel suite, touching her exposed shoulders and face.
Colleen had Frank on her right. He was sleeping on his back, and he was snoring softly with his face turned away from her. His broad-palmed hand was resting lightly but possessively on her naked bottom.
Marc was to her left. He was sleeping on his stomach, his face toward her, his long black hair a splash of darkness over his face and the whiteness of the pillow. In sleep, he appeared without a care in the world.
Moving very slowly, so as to not disturb her bedmates, Colleen eased her elbows beneath her, raising only her head and shoulders. She looked around the suite. Amanda was sleeping on the divan beneath a comforter that appeared to Colleen to be too warm. She was naked, and the comforter was pushed down to nearly her waist, exposing her breasts.
Last night was an education for my virgin friend, thought Colleen as she remembered all the wild sensuality she had indulged in with Marc and Frank while being only a couple feet away from Amanda.
She enjoyed watching…and I enjoyed being watched.
She looked to her right and left. Could there be any better life, she asked herself, than endlessly waking up between Marc and Frank after a night of magnificent lovemaking? In sleep, both men appeared relaxed, calm. And, she hoped, satisfied. Sexually and otherwise.
Marc groaned, blinked several times, then rolled over onto his back to look up and over at Colleen.
“Good morning,” he mumbled, combing his hair back away from his eyes.
Stifling an overpowering urge to kiss him, Colleen said instead, “Shhh! Frank’s still sleeping. Go back to sleep.”
Marc mumbled something too indistinct to be understood, closed his eyes, and was sleeping again within seconds.
Colleen crawled toward the headboard to get out from beneath the blankets without disturbing her bedmates, then got to her feet, stepped over Frank, and lightly stepped down onto the hotel’s floor. She went to the small chamber room off her hotel suite.
There was a porcelain chamber pot inside an ornately carved and highly polished oak stand, a pitcher and basin, and several cotton towels that were among the thickest that Colleen had ever experienced. She took her time with the sponge bath. When she was finished, her hair was brushed back and held in place with an assortment of pins. She knew Marc and Frank would soon make an absolute total mess of her coiffure, but that was fine with her. She enjoyed the process of getting messed up, and they seemed to thrill in it, too.
She took the contraceptive sponge and saturated it with olive oil, then inserted it properly. Lastly, she put the slick olive oil on the pads of her first two fingers and lubricated herself. The men wanted to take possession of her ass, just as they had taken possession over every other part of her body. So far she had denied them that, but this morning would be different. She had only one orifice they hadn’t pleasured thoroughly, and by the afternoon, she would have none.
A shiver went through Colleen. Though she had let Allen take his pleasure there, his cock was puny compared to what Marc and Frank possessed. In this instance most particularly, size mattered.
Stepping back into the bedroom, Colleen felt her heart quicken. Her palms were clammy. It was so much easier, she now realized, being seduced than being the seducer. She liked it when Marc or Frank, or both of them together, simply took dominating control of the situation.
Glancing at Amanda, she was glad her friend was still asleep, though she suspected she wouldn’t be sleeping long. Her men were magnificent lovers. They just weren’t very quiet ones. And Colleen herself had been known let out a full-throated cry of ecstasy at the moment of orgasm.
She went to the foot of the bed and, as quietly as possible, climbed over it so that she was kneeling on the bed between Marc and Frank. She looked down at her own nipples and wasn’t at all surprised to see that they were tight, blunt-tipped. She touched the left one with a fingertip. What seemed like a tiny electrical charge went through her, tingling along from one nipple to the other.
Just thinking about my men makes my body respond.
She took the blankets in her hand and, very slowly, began to pull them down, exposing two powerful chests. By the time she’d dragged the blanket down to their stomachs, Marc and Frank were awake but not entirely cognizant of what Colleen’s intentions were.
She lowered the blankets just enough to expose their cocks. When she took them into her hands, any confusion the men might have had vanished.
“We’ve got to be quiet,” Colleen said in a whisper. Her heart was pounding against her ribs, and the cocks in her hands were growing rapidly. “Amanda’s still sleeping.”
“She’ll be angry if she sleeps through this,” Marc explained, sitting up in the bed and putting his arms behind him to remain propped up. With the single exception of the solid erection filling Colleen’s hand, Marc’s posture appeared entirely casual. “She likes watching us.”
“Someday she’s going to pick herself a man, and he’s going to be one lucky fella,” Frank said. “But the picking is going to be hers to choose. I’m not letting her father make the decision.”
“Seems like Sheriff Dixon isn’t going to let him make the decision, either. You saw what her father’s face looked like after Dixon lit into him.”
Colleen had by now worked both men into complete erections. She wasn’t certain she enjoyed that casual banter while she stroked them. Shouldn’t they be paying her a little more attention?
“You don’t suppose the sheriff’s got an eye for Amanda, do you?” Frank asked Colleen.
“How can you think of that when I’m naked in bed with
you, stroking your cock?” Colleen’s mood was swiftly turning prickly. She liked being the center of their attention and was suddenly not certain she appreciated Amanda’s intrusion into her intimate world.
“It’s just that now that Marc and I have finally found the woman we love, it seems a shame that someone as sweet as Amanda Holloway shouldn’t get so lucky, too.”
Colleen’s annoyance vanished. “You get away with too much,” she said as she leaned to the side and kissed him on the mouth. “You could talk your way out of anything.”
She nibbled lightly on his lips, the kiss soft and tender, more emotional than fierce. Her hands continued to stroke smoothly on twin erections as masculine fingertips slithered over the contours of her body.
By the time she finally turned away from Frank and leaned toward Marc, the lips of her cunt were wet with the juices of her desire. When she pressed her mouth to Marc’s, his tongue instantly explored more deeply. Each passing second caused the sensual heat to rise, the flames of passion flickering higher and higher.
“This time I’ve got something special for you,” Colleen whispered as she kissed Marc’s collarbone, then flicked the tip of her tongue against his nipple. “You’re going to like it.” She chuckled softly, licking down his stomach. “No, you’re going to love it!”
A half-formed question drifted out from between Marc’s lips, the words cut off as Colleen pushed her lips over the crown of his cock, then swirled her tongue against the sensitive slit in the tip. While he may have been in a casual sprawl earlier, his body was rigid now. Even with Marc’s cock filling her mouth, Colleen smiled. Everyone’s attention was now focused solely upon her, and that was just the way she liked it.
Nodding up and down, she took Marc in until the cock’s spongy crown was firmly pressed against the back of her mouth. Then she paused, rotating around him for several seconds before making the slow reverse journey.
“Don’t forget about me,” Frank said.
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