Chapter 21 #2
That might be why the orgasm that ripped through me felt three times as huge as any I’d ever given myself. The surge of all-consuming ecstasy formed stars and colors in my blindfolded eyes. My body tensed and shook and then did it all over again until I was spent.
I sank into the padded leather of the spanking bench, my arms draping against the restraints, my body warmed by their continued touches even after they pulled their fingers out to give me a break.
My sex was empty but sated, and this was just the beginning. I couldn’t really say we hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet because I’d never diminish what just happened. But if their fingers were that good…
The thought must have flitted away in the bliss because gentle movements left me feeling like ages had passed.
One of them positioned himself behind me, kissing my hip, my cheeks, and my lower back, before righting himself and nestling his swollen tip at my entrance.
He took his time, possibly for himself, possibly for me. Either way, it made me hungrier and hungrier to find out how a cock would feel inside of me.
Pressing forward, he parted my lips and stretched my sex.
In a smooth motion, he thrust the tip in, causing the burn to flare while his thick head entered me.
Then he stilled, let me get used to him, and muttered something—that if I wasn’t so obsessed with how good he felt in me—would have sounded like Atlas begging for sweet mercy.
Was I feeling the same thing? I didn’t want to do it wrong, but the intense urgency created by not moving made it hard to follow his lead.
His fingers dug into my hips as he started moving himself in small strokes. That was a more bearable pleasure.
A voice from beside me was almost inaudible. “What’s your color?”
“Green.” But I wasn’t sure I’d gotten enough air behind it to make a sound. I didn’t want them to worry. “Green,” I said again with more effort.
“Thank you.”
Maybe I heard that, maybe I made it up. I wasn’t sure since a hand rubbed the side of my squished breast.
The slow strokes teaching me what heaven felt like continued, but the man beside me was encouraging me onto my elbows, which required help with my wrists being bound.
Once I was stable, warm breath covered my hardened nipple. A tongue swiped the side of my breast, ending on the tight bud. My nipples hardened to the point of aching. It made my sex tighten even more on the shaft that filled me.
My moans elicited a chuckle, that was unmistakably Everest’s. No need to chastise myself for being able to tell them apart already. And no time to do so because his tongue swirled on my nipple several times, then he suckled me into his mouth.
Every nerve ending in my body perked. Were my nipples and clit connected? I swore I could feel a current racing between them, driving me toward another release.
A finger tucked under my chin had my tongue reaching out. There was no finger begging for entrance this time.
The velvety hard head of a cock was waiting. A salty drip. A slap of the cock against my lips. Was I about to get double teamed? Three holes were out of the question, but I could do two. I wanted to do two. Everest would have to keep milking my breast for his role.
He, who I presumed was Phoenix, moved slowly so I could lick the entire length of his shaft. My brain tried to use my tongue to gauge how big he was even though I’d seen his glorious erection. Licking it just made it feel so much… more.
Tongue out, I opened my mouth wide, begging him to fill this end. He matched the rocking motion created by Atlas. As soon as my mouth was full, I sucked for dear life.
The orgasm that had been building teetered on the edge.
I loved being taken by both of them… too much. The explosion of my orgasm had me crying out around the mouthful of cock. I coughed and gagged.
Phoenix gripped my face and pulled out, but I was riding too wild of a high to be upset. Everest replaced his mouth with his hand on my breast.
Wave after wave of pleasure took over my body. The fullness of my sex brought meaning to the orgasm. It finally got to do its job, milk that cock for every bit of seed he had to give.
My sex tightened and released repeatedly as Atlas’ cock throbbed inside of me until his cum was dripping down my legs.
My head fell forward then his body sagged on top of me, the warmth of his chest on my back, his breath on my ear. “Love you, babygirl.” His emotional utterance confirmed my suspicions.
We rested for a bit before he slid out of me and they repositioned.
Atlas asked, “Color?”
“Green.”
The next stepbrother lined up at my entrance but when I tried to back myself onto him, a sharp slap stung my bottom. Was that supposed to make me want to stop? Fail.
When I rocked my hips again, he changed strategy—his fingers gripped my hips so hard it hurt. I instantly understood the allure of potential bruises, physical reminders of the moment.
Then a wet, hot cock swept over my lips. The mixed scent of musk and my release enveloped me. The only sad thing was that if some of Atlas’ seed was left on him, it wasn’t inside of me.
I guessed that wouldn’t matter.
He only let me have a few licks before backing away. From the sounds of his footsteps he moved beside whoever was behind me.
Mumbles, that I suspected were whispers between them, were followed by sounds of impending mischief.
The hardened tip that had been teasing my sex, finally pressed inside, meeting my backward thrust. My body begged for relief. He stretched me to new heights, pausing while I struggled to accommodate him.
He landed more spankings on my bottom, although he wasn’t able to give a hard swat like before now that we were joined. Each one caused my sex to tighten—not helpful.
Then as if toying with me, he began slow thrusts, giving my bottom a pat after each backward stroke, alternating sides, which I appreciated because it offered a balance. Did he realize it could have thrown me off track if he’d only spanked one side?
Me and my quirks, which were decidedly on the calm side right now—a sure sign this was right. Right enough.
My body ached with the need to come again.
Someone reached underneath me, working my breast, playing with my beaded nipple. I’d had no idea before today that breast play could heighten my orgasms.
The spankings dropped off as the thrusts quickened. The build of my next climax started.
Sloppy sounds punctuated the air as he pumped with all his might, no doubt working hard to ensure his chance of putting his baby inside of me. One of his hands gripped my shoulder while the other pressed on my back.
His cock swelled, testing my limits, as he growled his release. We both caught our breath before he pulled out. I missed him already, but his fingers moved low on my inner thigh, dragging upward.
For a moment, I was confused, then I realized he was catching the cum that had dripped out of me. When his fingers reached my sex, he pushed the errant cum where it belonged.
Did he say a soft prayer? Or was that me?
How had I gone for so long thinking something was wrong with me? And how did I find my soulmates in my stepbrothers? I needed to stop asking questions and let Rawhide Ranch work its magic.
He slid his hand onto my butt and dug his fingers into my lightly sore cheek, then spanked again, the wetness of his hand adding sound effects that drew another wave of orgasm from me.
The final brother, who’d been enjoying playing with my breasts, moved behind me.
I wanted him to hurry so they’d all have a chance to give me a baby.
“Please. I need you,” I cried out, but instead of a cock at my entrance, wet heat landed on my butt in the form of his tongue. He kissed and licked from one side to the other, adding little nibbles.
I was lost in the anticipation of what he’d do next… which was hopefully to fill me with his cock, when a finger tucked under my chin.
“Color,” Phoenix whispered. That clenched their order, whether I meant to or not.
It struck me as ironic that green was the color of jealousy because there wasn’t an ounce of jealousy in this room.
“I love all of you so much. I’m forever green for you.”
In the rush of responses, each of them stated their love for me, Everest’s lips grazing my butt cheek as he answered.
He’d been so patient. Or maybe he was a breast man because he’d kept himself busy on them while the others fucked me.
I caught myself. Fucked me. I couldn’t believe I thought of it like that. But it worked. It was raw, primal, and filled with love that was perfect for us.
The thick head of his cock pressed through the slickness allowing him to enter me.
My body grew used to the burn of the stretch, and he pumped harder, a little wilder than the other two.
I surrendered as two mouths took my breasts, and a hand stroked my jaw giving me a fingertip to suck on.
As the third of my trio railed me, my orgasm was so intense, I drifted into euphoria. Faintly aware of Everest unloading his cum inside of me, I physically lost time and space.
Sometime later, we were nestled on the bed. Atlas rested against the headboard with me sitting sideways on his legs as I curled into his chest and abs.
Phoenix rubbed his hand over my feet, while Everest rubbed my back.
“We need a color, babygirl,” Atlas’ voice rumbled through his chest.
“Green,” I said in a daze.
“We lost you there for a minute.”
“You did, but in the best way.” I assumed they wouldn’t need further explanation.
“We cleaned you up while you were blissed out.”
“We love you,” Atlas said, including his brothers for the first time.
“I want to keep you this happy,” Phoenix said.
When my eyes flitted open and met his, he was smiling. I etched that memory into my brain. I hadn’t seen him smile the entire time I’d been at the Ranch.
Everest rubbed a hand down my arm. “Thank you for letting us have you…” He paused and added, “Is that weird to say?”
“Who am I to judge weird. Maybe that’s what makes it perfect.”
He leaned in and kissed my shoulder. Atlas kissed the top of my head. Phoenix lifted one of my hands and kissed it.
I never felt more myself.