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  Finally, it was closing time, and I worked on cleaning up my station. But when I lifted my gaze a couple of minutes later, I saw those three sets of eyes staring back at me.

  “Closing time, boys. And this girl is tired and needs to get home.”

  “We’ll take you,” Dick said.

  My brow arched. “Yeah, I bet.”

  All three chuckled. “You a mind reader?” Harry offered.

  I wondered if they’d been reading mine. “Just a tired working girl lookin’ to get home. Now skedaddle. I need to clean up here.”

  But they were persistent.

  “You’ve been giving all three of us the eye all evening, honey.”

  I didn’t look up from wiping the bar down with a damp cloth. “Funny, I thought it was the other way around.”

  All three laughed.

  “We have a proposition for you,” Tom said. I glanced from him, to Dick, and then to Harry. Each one of them had a shit-eatin’ grin on their face.

  “Oh?”

  “We think you are woman enough.”

  I dabbed at the counter. “Oh? Woman enough for what?”

  “For all three of us.”

  At that moment, I knew that I’d had almost enough tequila in me to take them up on their offer. Almost.

  “Just one second,” I told them. Pinky toes be damned. I grabbed a shot glass off the counter, poured a hefty shot of the liquid, salted my hand and licked it away, threw back the tequila, and bit into a wedge of lime.

  With a shaking hand, I swiped at my mouth.

  “All right. I’m woman enough now,” I said, exchanging a glance with each of them. Their shit-eatin’ grins got bigger.

  Before I rounded the bar, I grabbed the bottle of the tequila and took it with me.

  * * * *

  I insisted on my place. The last thing I needed was to have to stumble and fumble my way home later this morning. Of course, it was a risk, bringing them to my apartment. Getting them to leave being that risk. But in the end, I had decided that it had to be my place, so when they did leave I could curl into myself, pull the covers up and sleep. They agreed in the truck cab during the ride. There I was, Tom on my left, driving, his hand on my knee, and me sitting on Dick’s ever-bulging lap, with him holding me tight about the waist, one hand slipped inside my shirt, and Harry on my right, smoothing his big, rough hand up and down my leg.

  I gave them directions, slipped Harry my key and leaned into them for a little shut-eye. The rotation of the tires on pavement in the big four-wheel drive of Tom’s, not to mention the tequila, was lulling me into a pleasant state of I don’t give a shit.

  I barely remember being carried up the back stair to my over-the-storefront, downtown apartment. I don’t even remember Harry unlocking my door. But I do remember Dick saying something like, “Honey, let’s wake you up a bit. How about a nice shower?”

  That’s when my clothes fell off. And that’s when I opened my eyes wide to see them all staring back at me. And that’s when my gaze lowered to realize that the three of them were all buck naked and evidently more than primed for a few hours of fun and games.

  Tom’s shaft stood hugely erect, pointing straight up and nestled in a honey-brown nest of hair. He was long, that was his forte. I believe his head nearly touched his naval. Dick’s cock was just—humongous. Of course, I knew that from the bulge. His balls rivaled the size of his dick, actually. Large, more than a handful for me. His cock was thick and stocky, sort of like his body. Solid. Harry stood off to the side, eyeing me like I was candy. His dark complexion and five o’clock shadow gave him an air of aloofness. Mystery. And he was hairy all over. His cock protruded straight out from wiry black pubic hairs, which were difficult to distinguish from the chest and belly full of hair he sported. Harry, for all his bad boyness, reminded me of a cuddly black teddy bear.

  “Did one of you say shower?” I thought I could hear the water running. They didn’t move, so I started walking toward the bathroom. Within seconds, they were following behind, panting like puppies.

  I stepped in, Harry followed, then Dick, and finally Tom. I never knew my shower was so tiny. I tipped my head back to let the cool water run over my hair and closed my eyes. Soon, I felt lathered hands on my body. All six of them.

  Tom had moved behind me and I was glad for his support. I leaned backward and could feel his hard cock pressed into my lower back. His hands covered both of my tits, massaging. Ah, shit. That felt so good. His lips were on my shoulder, giving me tiny nips.

  The other two were skimming their hands along the lengths of my body, from tummy to toes and then back again. Their slick, soap-covered palms felt so damn good. Then one hand stopped at my pussy. I opened my eyes. It was Harry. His gaze hooked into mine and held while he slipped one thick finger up inside me.

  I moaned and leaned into Tom, who held me tight.

  Dick, not to be left out, sidled up next to me and grasped my chin in his fingers. His mouth clasped over mine with a deep, intense kiss, his tongue pushing its way past my lips and probing my mouth.

  There I stood, in my shower, with Tom at my back playing with my tits, Dick’s finger up my pussy, and Harry playing tonsil tickle in my mouth.

  Harry broke away, and Tom said, “Lift her up on my cock.”

  Before I realized it, the boys had lifted me and sat me down square on the head of Tom’s cock. He held onto me from behind as he impaled me. Harry and Dick both had my front. Tom was groaning from the rear.

  “Goddamn you are tight,” he said.

  I couldn’t argue that his long, hard cock didn’t feel damn good inside me, either, but my attention was drawn to the two men standing in front of me. Dick sucking on my tit on the right, Harry on my left one. Thank God they were both there to hold me up.

  They steadied me, an arm hooked under each of my thighs, and Tom thrust. I suppose him watching me longer than the others made him the horniest, I don’t know, but he thrust so hard, I thought he might slip out of me. In no time, with a shout that echoed off the shower walls, and a violent shudder, he came.

  I found myself sandwiched between all three men, until Tom finally relaxed and the boys let me down to the shower floor. We stood for a couple of minutes, breathing deep, and then Tom soaped up his hands and first washed his cum off me, from between my legs, and then washed himself.

  We left the shower, dried off and headed for the bedroom. I had a feeling that was just an appetizer. I was ready for round, two.

  * * * *

  My bed was not nearly large enough for three big cowboys, but we made do.

  Still a bit fuzzy about the edges, I was entirely conscious of my actions. It wasn’t the first time I’d brought a cowboy home from the office, but it definitely was the first time I’d brought three of ’em.

  “C’mon over here, honey,” Dick called from the bed. His broad body beckoned and his monster cock was more than inviting. I joined him on the bed, nuzzling up underneath his arm, one of my legs thrown over his. He cradled me in a nice, warm hug and pulled me closer to mate my lips with his. Harry came next, sidling up behind me, warming my backside. Tom sat on the foot of the bed, watching. I glanced his way.

  “Coming, Tom?”

  He snickered. “Name’s Jerome.”

  “Naw,” I countered. “You’re my Tom.”

  He didn’t argue and began playing with one of my feet. “I’ll sit this one out, if y’all don’t mind, and watch and play with these pretty little toes here.”

  Fine by me. I silently bet, though, that before thirty minutes was up, he’d be jerking at his cock, wishing he were back in on the action.

  I turned my attention to Dick, then, and it was just about time.

  Rolling over on top of him, I slid down his barrel chest until I was face-to-face with Monster Cock.

  “My God, that thing could rip my pussy apart,” I gasped, taking in its width close-up.

  “Aw, honey,” Dick said, “That’s what many a girl has said, but before the night is
through, their pretty little pussies are beggin’ for more.”

  I didn’t know about that, but I did know this. I wanted Monster Cock in my mouth.

  “How about I suck this cock with my pretty little lips first?” Not waiting for a response, I grasped him with one hand, firmly sliding my fingers up and down, while I dragged my tongue over the slit in his head, then covered it with my lips and sucked.

  “God-fuckin’-damn…”

  Dick might have been a big tough cowboy, but right now, I had his entire world between my lips, and I had every intention of making him cry for his mommy before the night was through. So there I was, planted between his legs, Monster Cock firmly engaged in my mouth, my ass in the air—with Harry’s hands on either of my ass cheeks, bringing up my rear. I knew he wouldn’t stay out of the picture for long.

  Harry rubbed his palms over my butt, saying over and over again how sweet my ass looked and how he was gonna fuck that ass while I was sucking Dick’s cock. All talk and no action, I thought, and wondered when he was really going to do something about it.

  I sensed him settle himself behind me, his fingers prodding and poking around back there. He’d tickle around my vagina and my asshole, as if he wasn’t quite sure which one he wanted. He toyed a bit with my clit but he didn’t linger for long.

  I pulled Monster Cock out of my mouth for a sec. “Damn, Harry, are you gonna suck it, fuck it, or just tinker around with it? Do something, won’t ya?”

  Harry let out a loud guffaw. “Yes, ma’am!”

  Next thing I knew, his face was in my pussy and he was tongue fucking me from behind. To borrow a phrase from Dick, God-fuckin’-damn.

  I squirmed backward and Harry caught my legs and held me tight, while he sucked and plundered my pussy with his tongue. I was about to regret that tinkering comment when he found my clit and applied flicking pressure to my little bulging nub.

  And the more Harry sucked and tongue-fucked, the more intense my cock sucking became. Dick’s groans made it more than apparent that he was grateful for that fact.

  Tension was building inside me as the three of us moved into a cohesive rhythm. A rocking rhythm that built until I literally exploded. Pants erupted from my mouth, around Dick’s cock, and all I could do was experience the orgasm, leaning into him, dick in mouth, while Harry lapped up my juices from behind.

  Dick didn’t let me rest for long, though.

  “Ride me, cowgirl,” he ordered. And the thought of impaling myself on Monster Cock was no longer scary, but quite appealing. I needed to feel stretched and full. And now.

  I moved up to ride his cock.

  Dick helped guide the monster in. He stretched me. I opened. Success.

  Ah.

  I looked at Dick, and he was smiling profusely. “Good?”

  “Good,” he returned. I agreed.

  Before I knew it, Harry was rimming my asshole and stretching that hole as well. “How about two cowboys inside you, honey. Can you take me, too?”

  I didn’t know. I wasn’t sure if I could…

  “Here.” That was Tom’s voice off to the left. He handed Harry a tube of lube, one that I conveniently kept on my nightstand. “Try this.”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tom watch and supervise while Harry rimmed me again with a lubed finger and gently pushed inside my ass.

  All the while, I’m getting used to riding Dick’s big cock.

  “Yehaw. Ride ’em, cowgirl.”

  My ass was stretching and I felt more pressure. I glanced up to see Tom handing me a shot glass. “Here honey.”

  Yesssss. I took the tequila and kicked it back. The warmth slid all the way through me to my belly. “Thanks.”

  God, Dick’s cock felt good pushing up inside me. My head was spinning. And Harry was pushing and, “Oh, shit…” he was inside.

  “Oh, damn.”

  “Okay, baby?” Harry’s hot breath came from over my shoulder.

  I nodded. “Fuck me, boys.”

  Tom couldn’t stay out of the action any longer. He moved onto the bed, standing on his knees, and guess what? His cock was at exactly lip level. I latched onto it down to the hilt. Tom steadied himself (or maybe he was steadying me) with his hands on my shoulders.

  Filled with cock in every hole imaginable, my body hummed with sensation and potential pleasure. My head spun with lack of comprehension. Was I really doing this?

  Three men at once?

  Yes. Oh, yessssss….

  Stretched to the max with Dick’s big cock and with Harry hunching over my ass from behind, I was beginning to wonder how disappointing sex with one man was going to be from now on.

  But contemplate that I didn’t, because the grunts and groans from underneath and behind me were signaling that explosive orgasms were in order, and from all three of my lovers. I braced myself for theirs, as well as my own orgasm, which was sparking heat deep in my core.

  Tom came first, cum spurting out the sides of my mouth. I grabbed onto his cock for leverage as he came. Dick came next, and I swear, I could feel him surge and swell inside of me. And with that pulsation and upward thrust, he hit my G-spot and pressed, sending my own orgasm into a spin. I panted out my pleasure, my body shaking and reeling with my release. Not to be outdone by any of us, Harry grunted and thrust deep into my ass. By now, I was leaning fully onto Dick, and Harry collapsed over me, as well.

  For a few seconds, a strange silence settled around us. Finally, Harry stirred and fell to the side. I eased myself off Dick and cradled myself between them. Tom wrangled his way in to place his head on my hip.

  We dozed that way for a while. Then, one by one, we visited the bathroom and cleaned up, me first. Three times the cum was interesting, to say the least. While the boys were taking turns in the bathroom, and getting drinks of water in the kitchen, I decided to change the sheets. By now, I was longing for a lengthy, satisfied sleep.

  I figured they’d be leaving soon.

  With crisp linens on the bed, I was dying to be between them, so I slipped beneath the cool sheets. Before I realized it, I was fast asleep.

  * * * *

  Sometime later, I woke, but not alone as I had suspected I would wake. The combination of being tired, all the sex and the tequila must have rendered me nearly unconscious, because I didn’t remember any of the men joining me in my bed.

  Harry was my pillow, it seemed. He lay in the middle of the bed and I was lying on my tummy on top of the big, cuddly bear. One of his hands cupped my cheek and he stroked a lock of my hair.

  My eyes fluttered open to notice Tom on my left, a leg thrown over me, his hand on my butt, his fingertips dipping into the crack of my ass. That left Dick on my right, and I assumed it was his hand on my left breast, twiddling my nipple.

  “I thought you boys would be gone by now,” I whispered. “Don’t you have some calves to rope or steers to brand or something?”

  All three men chuckled.

  “Not through branding you yet, woman. In fact, we were thinking about putting a big W right here on the cheek of your ass.”

  I lifted my head. “W?”

  “For Winchester,” Harry answered. “Our ranch.”

  Their ranch?

  “You’re related?”

  “Cousins.”

  “Oh.” Well, I’ll be spanked. I’d landed me a trio of ranch owners.

  “But we’re not sure you are woman enough yet,” Tom said. “We think we need to stick around a bit longer to see how well you fare.”

  “Um,” I replied, snuggling deeper into Harry’s chest. “Gonna make me earn that W, huh?”

  “We’re up for it, honey. And we think you are, too.”

  I got a mental image of them last night, standing before me, their cocks all primed and erect. “No doubt, cowboys. No doubt.”

  I smiled and drifted toward sleep, dreaming of a big, bad ‘W’ being branded on my ass.

  “Think we could do a tattoo rather than a brand?” I mumbled, not sure if I was saying it out loud.


  I could always blame it on the tequila.

  I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding. ~Anais Nin

  Shouldn’t

  I shouldn’t be doing this.

  My eyes closed and I leaned closer into his body, my face resting in the crook between his chin and shoulder. I inhaled, and the spicy musk of male hit my nostrils full force. Dammit. Luring me in. Inhaling deeper, I nuzzled closer, and the hard plane of his chest met the tips of my breasts sending a chilling sensation from my nipples to my belly.

  Shouldn’t. But was.

  His fingers curled around each of my biceps, twin grips on my arms holding me steady. It was a welcome gesture. My legs were jelly.

  Again, I breathed, and the heady scent of him urged me closer into his embrace. My hands snaked up to his hips, smoothed across his tummy. I lay them flat against his shirt, wanting it gone.

  “It’s okay,” he whispered in my hair. Did he sense my reservation?

  Probably.

  “We’ll take it slow,” he added.

  Slow. Sure.

  I couldn’t get past the sensation of being so close, how he smelled, and that he was here.

  My hands still flat against his hard abdomen, I pushed him back against the wall. We still stood in the entryway, hadn’t made it two feet past the door when I’d leaned into him and was lost.

  Lost.

  Had waited forever for this.

  But now. Now what? Had I ever really expected it to get to this point?

  Was this right? Had we taken things too far?

  No turning back.

  My lips fell to his neck, just inside his shirt collar, like they had a mind of their own. I raked them across the tender skin there and made a trail toward his collarbone. I wanted to open my mouth and suck every inch of his skin there deep inside my mouth but instead, thrust my tongue between my lips and licked along the trail my mouth had made earlier. Groaning, he leaned fully into the wall and grasped my arms tighter, hauling me up close.