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We must have been at it for hours until, finally we collapsed, Ruby and I on the hay, Grayson on the ground, and Samuel sat on the overturned bucket in the corner.
“As soon as I’m able to stand,” said Ruby, “I’m going to walk outside and get some fresh air.”
“As soon as you’re able to stand,” said Samuel, “I’m going to tie you to the wall hooks and fuck you like a sex slave.”
“No you won’t,” said Ruby. “Wyatt will protect me.”
“Wyatt will be taking pictures,” I said.
17
Ruby
There’s a popular expression that states: Good things come in threes. In my opinion, whoever coined that expression lacked ambition. Good things come in fours—at least.
I’d had a clear idea of what I wanted the calendar to look like: sexy cowboys glistening with sweat, posing half-naked in the stables or against the rails of the riding ring. Then I found my sexy cowboys and got to have them experiment and pose for me. As if that wasn’t enough—and at the time it didn’t seem like enough; it seemed more like a tease—I put down the camera, shed my clothes, and climbed into my real-life calendar.
It’s the kind of occasion that only happens in dreams or in fantasy. So, I did what any sensible girl would do finding herself living a dream or a fantasy: I allowed myself all excess I could imagine: Samuel’s thick cock pumping my yearning snatch, his possessive hold on me unyielding and unrelenting; Grayson mounting me, face like an angel covering only the most devilish intentions; Wyatt tearing himself from his aggressive domination of me to kiss me lightly and beg with his eyes for his desires to be quenched.
I gasped and moaned, licked my lips, and cried out, “More. More. More.”
Grayson complied until he couldn’t. “More,” I said.
Samuel complied until he’d released into me for the third time then crumpled to the ground. “More,” I said.
Wyatt complied, taking me not with his sore overused cock, but with his tongue and his mouth.
I lay sprawled out on a bale of hay, my legs spread, my hand resting on the back of Wyatt’s head. I ran my fingers through his thick hair. My hips bucked and gyrated to meet his exploring tongue. I murmured my pleasure.
“Would you like some water?” Grayson came to me and offered me a bottle of water.
I knocked it out of his hand and cupped my heaving breast. “I want your mouth on my tits and your tongue running over my hard nipples.”
Wyatt and Grayson worked in perfect synchronicity pleasuring me with soft kisses and strokes from their greedy tongues. I spread my legs further. Wyatt ran firm hands from my crotch down to my ankles, which he grabbed and squeezed, and pulled me to him as his tongue entered me, his lips brushing against my labia.
“I’m going to come again,” I said more like a command than a prediction.
Wyatt stood and pressed his hard cock against my gushing snatch. He ran his hands around my hips and grabbed my ass, lifting me tight to him as he ground slowly against me.
I reached out to him. My fingertips only grazed his chiseled chest, but he understood. He bent down to me and kissed me on the cheek. Grayson kissed my other cheek, his hand resting firm on my breast.
With my eyes closed, I rolled my head back and forth, my mouth searching for theirs. I found Wyatt’s firm stubbled jawline and nipped at it trying to pull him down so his lips would meet mine. Grayson kissed my neck then my shoulder and continued tracing my flank with his exploring mouth.
Wyatt laid himself down beside me. He held my head and rested it against his chest. I could feel it rise and fall as he regained control over his breaths.
Grayson pressed his cock against my crotch. “Damn, you’re wet,” he said.
“All the better to take in your cock,” I murmured.
He slid in a finger then guided the tip of his cock into me.
I bucked my hips to take him in deeper, but he pulled out and chuckled.
“Patience,” he said.
I gripped him by the side of his hip. “Don’t tease me.” My fingertips dug into his flesh as I pulled him to me.
He moaned and thrust his thick stiff cock deep into me.
I wrapped my arm around Wyatt and held him to me. My lips traced the firm muscles of his pecs.
Wyatt caressed me softly. Grayson pounded me, not softly. He bent my leg and turned me on my side. The angle allowed his cock even deeper access to me which he explored with haste and insistence.
I let my fingers fall from Wyatt’s chest over his abs and down to his crotch. I took his hard member in my hand, rubbing his shaft up and down with the motion of Grayson’s thrusts.
