3
“We can’t stop. We’ve got too much ground to cover.” Wolf whispers into the wind. It’s still dark. And wet.
“I’m going fucking crazy,” Ranger groans above my head. I shake involuntarily, a full-body twitch that presses against the hard wall of his body. “I can’t wait. My balls are going to burst.”
“Fine. But when we get home, I get her first on an actual bed.”
Ranger pulls up on the back of my poncho, and I finally sit straight.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. I don’t know why I feel like I need to whisper in the vast openness around me.
There’s nobody to hear me. The horse steps are loud on an old paved freeway.
I can see the cracks with grass bursting through the old road.
The forest has grown tall right up to the edge, and it feels like we’re making our way through a tunnel.
“I’m hard as a rock. I need your pussy now.” Ranger grunts, and suddenly a cold hand is under my layers of clothing and pressing flat over my belly. His skin is rough against me, a sensation I’ve never felt before, and I can’t help but squirm.
The sounds he makes are so deep I feel them under my skin, and I can’t stop my answering whimpers.
Who am I? I should be crying, fighting. Instead, I dangle limply before him, the drop and shake of each horse step loosening my core.
He presses on the small of my back, and I reach out to hold onto the horse's coarse hair. Even that new feeling makes me groan.
“Sorry, starling, there’s no holding back. Next time will be for you,” He growls into my ear, licking the cartilaginous flesh with a flick of his tongue.
There's an easy ripping sound, and he shoves me over even further.
Goodbye sweats. Coolness soothes the heated skin of my back as droplets are shaken from the poncho and Ranger tears my panties open from the back.
I can’t see what happens next, but I can feel the hard flex of his thighs as he stands in the saddle and frees his erection.
I feel him drape the loose reins over my back.
I feel the moist push of his helmeted tip wedging through my curls and settling in my sopping folds.
My breaths are coming fast and making me lightheaded.
Cool air touches moist folds and rough hands grab my soft hips.
“Fuck. How’s she feel?” Wolf asks from beside me, and I turn my head blearily.
Part of the poncho blocks my vision, and I squeeze the horse's cold, wet hair.
Wolf is staring at whatever Ranger is doing behind me.
I can feel a sock slip down my foot. The saddle horn is jammed between my pussy lips, my sweatpants the only padding against rough leather.
Ranger jerks me back like I’m a doll he controls. There’s no traction for me, nothing to push on; I can only feel. Feel it all. Thick pole tearing through me in one slick plunge. I scream. I cry. It hurts. I’m full. I’m complete.
“Hot. Tight,” Ranger grunts, sitting back and pulling my pussy like a sleeve on his cock. “Perfect.”
He’s so long and hard, I feel like I’m stuck on a tree branch, whimpering and leaking.
He lifts me, then slams me down. Faster.
His hips vibrate against me. I’m stuck between a saddle horn and a hard place.
I cry out, so loud I hear the flutter and screech of birds.
Ranger stands again, bending me in half.
I rub my cheek against soft gray fur. He fucks my spread pussy in short, deep strokes.
Wolf has his cock out, and he’s fisting it up and down in a blur of motion. He’s doing it while staring at Ranger’s penis sliding in and out of my tight hole. I whimper and rub my clitoris so hard against the pommel curve that it burns.
“Sorry, baby, gotta fuck hard.” Ranger arches over me and his hips slap my ass; the painful stretch warps into mind-numbing euphoria. I wish I could see what Wolf sees. A virgin fucked roughly on a horse's back. Ranger’s ass flexing deliciously with each pump.
I scream, my belly button sucking back into my spine, my toes flex, and something releases inside of me.
I lose sight, I curl and stretch and squeeze on the steely cock with my whole body.
Ranger is growling, swearing, squeezing, then he fucks hard and stills, and I feel the lava-hot cum coating my womb.
“Put a baby in her. Fill her up.” Wolf groans, and I watch his white cum shoot up and arc to the broken pavement.
“Are you sore?” Ranger eventually asks, pulling me upright but leaving his long length fully seated.
I nod, my head lolling on his rocky shoulder.
He loops his arm back around my middle, roving higher now to grope my aching breasts under my bra.
He squeezes and pulls at my fat nipple until my pussy clamps down and I whine. “You’ll grow used to it.”
I fall asleep again to the steady rock of riding horseback.
“I need a turn.” Wolf’s voice wakes me. Ranger grunts and pulls the poncho off of me. He drapes it behind him then shakes me up. The sky is a dark gray, and it's foggy. We’ve been riding all night. It doesn’t smell briny anymore, so we must be inland.
The two horses are side by side as Ranger lifts me off his cock with a slurping sound. I whimper piteously, and my sweats hang loose, only held together by the waistband. My wet panties are torn and cold against my inner thigh.
“Lift your leg, Nova,” Ranger orders, and he twists me over and into Wolf’s hands.
His face is stern, the skin tight around his eyes as he lowers me onto his long erection.
I saw him during the night. I know how big he is, much longer and wider than Papa.
I moan as he stretches my swollen skin, planting deep in one go.
He’s not moving, but the pinto horse is, and each step is a jolt through my groin and up my spine.
“Wrap your legs around me,” Wolf orders. I ignore the burn of being spread over a horse and whimper as the movement forces his cock deeper. “There, good. Feel how my cock head is cradled in your womb? I’m gonna put a baby in there. Me and Ranger are gonna breed you.”
“Breed me?” I whisper dazedly as he begins rocking my hips back and forth. This position is different, intimate. His nose brushes my forehead; I breathe deep the warm scent of his neck.
“You’re gonna carry our baby, starling,” Ranger says from beside me, and I look over languidly as I ride man and horse, and see his tall cock, slick drying seed, reddish from my blood, thick around his base. He’s huge. His cock matches his muscular frame and thick waist. I ride faster.
“Juicy wet, fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve felt warm cunt. Your mouth and hand just aren’t the same,” He groans the words out, and I look up in shock just as he begins fucking up harder and I lose my rhythm.
“I fucking know. She’s perfect. So fucking good. We’re going to take such good care of you, starling.”
I explode again, and Wolf hugs my flailing form tight, bouncing me on his cock until he spills, adding his cum to Ranger’s and stirring it up in my womb.