Abby and the Wolf Creek Cowboys: western menage erotica (2 page)

"Of course. I'll do whatever you guys need." Abby picked up a pair of shorts and a top. "These will fit. But won't Carla mind, whoever she is ...?"

"Carla's my cousin," explained Logan. "And since she had the twins, she can't fit into any of these clothes, so you'd be doing her a favour by wearing them."

"Twins! Wow. They'll keep her busy."

"Hell yeah. Noisy, stinky little things they are. Cute though. As is this." He held up a sugar pink dress with a sweetheart neck and cap sleeves. "Try this on, Abby, it's your colour. Maybe you'd like to freshen up a bit then come downstairs and we'll show you round. There's an en suite through there." He gestured towards a connecting door. "Use any of the toiletries you like and just holler if you want anything."

---oOo---

Abby settled in to her new life and loved every minute of it. And as each day passed, she became more enamoured with Logan and Daniel. They were that rare combination - of good looks, charm, kindness, intelligence and a smouldering sexuality. The past three weeks had flashed by, and as she got to know them better, she adored them both. They could be serious or amusing, and when they clowned around, their antics had her laughing until her sides ached. Yet beneath the laughter was something else - the promise of something raw and powerful and deeply sensual. There was something developing between the three of them. It simmered quietly under the surface, and although no words were said, it was manifest by a gesture, a look, a subtle smile, a flash of the eyes, or perhaps the lightest touch of a lingering fingertip. And gradually, the sexual undertones became more pronounced.

One morning Logan had gone out riding early, so it was just Daniel and Abby for breakfast. Daniel picked up Abby's fork and fed her a mouthful of scrambled eggs, watching intently as her luscious lips devoured the food.

"Mmm," she mumbled as he fed her another mouthful. "I could get used to this."

"Yeah, so could I," he drawled as he eyed her figure. The outline of her full breasts strained against the thin fabric of her top. Deliberately, he spilled a morsel of scrambled egg off the fork, letting it fall down her ample cleavage.

"What a naughty boy you are," Abby said, feeling her nipples harden as the atmosphere between them heightened, heavy with sexual tension.

Without a word, Daniel reached out and unfastened her top button, revealing more of her tantalizing breasts. He stared at her from across the table, a challenge in his eyes. He watched as the swell of her breasts increased as her breathing quickened, and a flicker of sexual excitement showed in her eyes. If he had any doubts at all, they were dispelled by her sultry smile, and that sexy little habit of hers - biting her bottom lip. It was all he needed. Rising from his chair he strode round the table to where Abby sat ... or more accurately, squirmed. Seizing her by the shoulders, he pulled her to her feet.

"This needs to come off." His fingers were already working at the three remaining buttons of her top. He soon had them unfastened and the garment was quickly discarded. His fingertips traced the outline of her breasts, then dipped to cup each one in his hands. "This needs to come off too."

Meeting his gaze, Abby reached round and unhooked her bra. She slowly slid down the shoulder straps, gradually revealing more and more of her breasts, watching his reaction as he eyed her rosy nipples.

"Beautiful." He cupped her left breast with his hand, lowered his head and began licking up the traces of scrambled egg decorating her alabaster skin. Then he began to suckle on her engorged nipple as his free hand massaged her other breast.

"You have gorgeous tits," he whispered huskily, nibbling her nipples. "I think it's about time I had a look at the rest of you, huh?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Eagerly, she unzipped her skirt and kicked it off, standing before him in a pair of pink panties.

"Let me." He hooked his fingers in the waistband and slowly drew them down, letting her step out of them. Stepping back, he drank in the sight of her naked body: big tits with engorged nipples, a trim waist that flared out to rounded hips. A triangle of reddish curls nestled at the apex of her thighs that graced the top of long shapely legs. In one deft movement, he picked her up and laid her on her back on the table. "Show me your pussy," he said hoarsely.

With a gasp of excitement, she raised her knees, eagerly spreading her thighs for him, totally turned on. "It's all yours, cowboy," she murmured, even though she blushed beneath his scrutiny. She could feel her pussy juices coating the top of her thighs. He would know, surely.

Hi cock tenting his jeans, Daniel leaned close, inhaling the hot musky, needy scent of her arousal - also apparent by the traces of silver that webbed between her creamy thighs. Her vulva was wide and moist, gushing even, her protruding labia already engorged and glistening with her juices.

"You're one sexy chick," he observed as he plunged his index finger inside her.

"Ohhh," she gasped, immediately squirming, her vaginal muscles contracting around his finger.

"You like this, don't you?" He waggled his finger around deep inside her, then added a second and a third finger, and slowly pumped in and out. Lost in the heady sensations, Abby made an inarticulate little cry as her hips began to rock to his rhythm. Daniel smiled as he fingered her sopping pussy. "I think you'll like this even more." Using his other hand, his teasing fingers found her clit. It was engorged and just begging to be played with. He casually flicked it between thumb and forefinger, making Abby squeal in delight. "Oh yeah, the lady sure does like that."

Abby was totally his. At twenty-four, she was no virgin and had enjoyed quite a few sexual escapades in the past, but nothing like this... nothing where the guy took charge so ably and communicated so erotically... where just a look or a touch could make her tremble and gush. Being displayed so lewdly for his pleasure only served to increase her own and she whimpered out her need of him.

"Touch your breasts for me," Daniel urged. And she did, responding immediately to squeeze and pull her nipples. "That's it baby. Good girl." His glance caught the bottle of tomato ketchup at the end of the table and as the idea took shape in his mind, he grinned and reached for the bottle, squeezing a generous dollop onto her pussy. "Now to lap it up," he said huskily, his tongue delving and probing and licking her glistening folds.

"Oh ... oh please ... please." Abby trembled as his tongue explored, and when his mouth nibbled the hard little nub of her clit she almost screamed out her enjoyment. She was so close to orgasm, it was all she could think about. His fingers probed her depths as his tongue swirled around her clit, and as he did so, her hips began rocking faster and faster.

"Cum for me, baby," urged Daniel.

The command and the tone of his voice was the trigger she needed; she careered along the crest as he pleasured her, driving her wild, and she screamed out her release as her whole body shook with the tremors of a powerful orgasm.

Daniel surveyed her, pleased with the result of his efforts. She was so sexually responsive, as he had known she would be. He watched her body quake as he softly stroked her breasts and inner thighs. By now, his cock was so big it pushed against his jeans in a bid for freedom. He unzipped, yanking down his jeans and boxer shorts.

"Oh my," said Abby, sitting up to admire the view. She looked from his cock to his face, and for a second their eyes locked, and Abby knew what she must do. Sliding to her knees, she knelt before him in supplication.

"You like cock, Abby?" He stroked the length of his shaft. It was long and thick and meaty.

"I like that one," she whispered, unable to take her eyes off it.

He grinned as he slid his cock between her big bouncing breasts. Abby helped by cupping them as he worked to and fro between the tight valley, the feel of his massive cock sliding against her skin making her pussy start to cream again.

"Oh yeah," he groaned. His thrusts quickened, the tip of his cock glistening as he began to thrust faster ... faster still, Abby's hands holding his iron hard buttocks, pulling him forward as he worked towards his climax. He came with a roar, spurts of ejaculate decorating her chest.

And outside, looking in through the window, Logan's fingers curled around his own shaft as he brought himself off.

---oOo---

For the remainder of the day, Abby couldn't concentrate on anything. Her mind was racing, constantly replaying the scene between her and Daniel. One thing was clear - she wanted more. Much more. She ached for him. And yet ... she was still hugely attracted to Logan too.

She had been tasked with cleaning the upstairs rooms. Abandoning the feather duster, she made her way to her room and lay on the bed. She was so hot, so unbelievably horny she just had to do something about it. Hitching up her skirt she pulled her panties down to her ankles, raised her knees and spread them wide. This was her favourite position for masturbating. It felt so good to be on her back, legs splayed wide, her panties stretched tightly at her ankles as she pleasured herself.

For a moment she just lay in that position, enjoying the feeling of being so intimately exposed, and then she closed her eyes and slowly dipped her right hand. Her index finger trailed along her slit, already wet with her arousal. Using her lubricated fingertip, she placed it on her clit. Oh but it felt so good. She gave a little moan of pleasure and then ...

Then someone grabbed her wrist and moved her hand out of the way.

"Why don't I do that for you?"

Abby's eyes blinked open. "Logan! How long have you ... I mean .... uh." She blushed furiously, unable to articulate.

"How long have I been watching? Long enough." He pulled her panties free of her ankles and moved into position between her thighs, his hands reaching to tease her lips wide apart. "So wet. So horny." He slid his index finger up inside her. "You can't deny it, can you Abby?"

"N-no. Ohhh." She squirmed wantonly beneath his touch and was rewarded by a low chuckle of approval. She made a moue of disappointment as he withdrew his fingers, then gasped in pleasure once more as his hands raised her top and prized her breasts free from the confines of her bra.

"Yum," he murmured, gently biting the nipples on each breast in turn, his right hand returning to delve between her splayed thighs. "You like this, Abby. You crave it. Admit it."

"It's true," she gasped. "I don't ... I mean, I usually don't do this stuff. But ... ohhhh. Don't stop!"

Logan temporarily released her breasts and lowered his head to her dripping slit. He teased her engorged labia, pulling and sucking on them with a slurp of pleasure. Abby responded immediately, grabbing his head, her fingers in his hair as she urged him on. Not that he needed any urging. His tongue teased her slick lips apart and began to lap up her juices, before moving up inside her, busily flicking from side to side, driving her wild. And as he teased her with his tongue, his fingers found the hard little button of her clit. He knew just the spot ... she cried out, her body jerking, her eyes closed tight, an ecstatic expression on her face.

Logan extricated himself from between her spread thighs and moved to sit on the edge of the bed close to her head. He stroked her ruffled hair as she opened her eyes and smiled languorously at him. "You look like the cat who got the cream."

"Definitely. That was ... awesome." Her glance went to his crotch. The bulge of his cock was unmistakable.

"Tsk. Just look what you've done, girl," said Loan with a grin, and reached for his zip. "I'm thinking of a polite way to ask you if you want to suck my dick, but ..."

"With pleasure ... oh! Gee, you're BIG."

He grinned as he freed his cock and shoved his jeans down to his muscled thighs. "You reckon?" He reached for her head and slowly drew her down to become more intimately acquainted with his penis.

She made an affirmative noise, unable to speak clearly as she licked his swollen shaft. She worked from the base all the way up to the purple bulbous tip, swirling her eager tongue around the tip, lapping the pre-cum that glistened there, then moving lower to lick the underside of the prominent ridge where the head met the shaft. As she tasted him, she reached down to cup his balls, her other hand sliding up and down his shaft.

"Oh, you're good, baby ... real good," murmured Logan. He groaned as her tongue and fingers worked faster, and he began to rock his hips, thrusting up to her willing orifice.

Slowly, Abby began to take more of his length in her mouth, sucking hard as she did so, her hand still busy massaging the base of his cock and fingering his balls. She knew he was close when his fingers grasped her hair tighter, angling her head just so. His thrusts became quicker, more frantic, until he bellowed out his release, ejaculating down the back of her throat.

She gagged, swallowed some of his seed, the rest spilling out onto her chin, her breasts, and the bed covers. Logan didn't see to care. He groaned in pleasure as his movements slowed and finally stilled.

Raising herself up, Abby looked at him. "Did I do that okay? I guess I'm a little out of practice."

Logan laughed weakly. "Honey, that was the best. And whenever you feel the need to practice, you just come get me, okay?"

"I might just do that," she quipped. "Think I'll take a shower now." She got to her feet and gave him a coquettish look over her shoulder.