5
“Lick around the tip, right there, yes, baby, yes.”
Wolf groans, his hands buried in my long hair that’s long since fallen out of the braid.
I don’t even care that none of us have washed since the big rain.
I suck more of his penis into my mouth and breathe in his musky, earthy scent.
His cockhead is already fat, but it swells bigger as Ranger slams into my pussy from behind.
The men lean closer over me, forming a capital A, and I hear the wet sound of their tongues tangling.
“Ungh, ungh,” I grunt, bobbing over cock, learning how to suck, how he likes it.
Ranger groans louder and louder, his hands cupping my hip dips and his thighs cradling mine.
My knees burn on the blanket, and my nipples hang low, chafing deliciously.
I reach up to cup Wolf’s ballsack, my fingertips pushing at his tight anus, my palm grinding.
I feel when he jerks and cum begins to pump.
I suck harder and swallow as Ranger’s rod follows suit, laying ropes of cum deep in my channel.
“Only a few hours,” Ranger murmurs as we dress and clean up. He helps me pull my cable knit sweater back on and kisses the top of my head. The last bit of time for just the three of us, I instinctively know that is what he means. I’m already learning to easily read them both.
“Why were you so far away?” I’ve been wondering. Why were they out at the coast? Were they looking for a woman, any woman, to steal? To breed?
“Wolf wanted to see the ocean. So we rode out,” Ranger answers, and I watch as he buckles his belt and checks the handgun he keeps there.
“We spotted your snare and realized there must be someone nearby. Then we saw you, standing still as a statue, drenched in your pretty flowery raincoat. It was a shock. Especially when you took off like a bat out of hell,” Wolf adds, pushing dirt onto the fire pit.
His eyes linger on my thick, glistening pubic hair, the gaping crotch of my sweats giving me no modesty.
“We wanted to find you. Talk to you. But when we looked through the window and saw what was going on in that cabin—we knew we were taking you out of there.”
I want to say thank you. I want to cry. I want to say I miss my Mama even though I don’t. I nod. I press my hand to Ranger’s forearm.
A rickety wooden fence is my first sign. Then the tip of a grain silo. I grip Wolf’s thigh, and he wraps his arm tighter around me. I’d pulled on the poncho a few miles back, just to cover my ripped clothes, but my hair is a tangled mess, and I’m sure I’m streaked in sweat and dirt.
“Uncle Ranger!” A child cries. He’s small and adorable, with an afro bigger than his head. He takes off on his trike before Ranger can even respond, already calling for his mom.
It’s a few more minutes before I see the first clapboard house. Several people wander into view, one of them using a cane. Tears fill my eyes.
“Welcome home,” Wolf whispers in my ear as excited shouting begins.