Scharlie
spent the whole meal enjoying the feeling of having them with her, of having someone to cook for and to care for. She had been alone for so long that she had forgotten how nice company felt. But it was more than that. What coursed through her veins wasn’t just appreciation or gratitude, but instead contentment. It was a feeling of finally coming home.
After the dishes had been washed and set to dry, the night was late. Cassidy had built up the fire so it blazed with warmth, and Garrett took her hand and led her over to a blanket that had been spread on the floor.
Cassidy sat in the rocking chair, legs spread, arms resting beside him. His eyes glittered in the firelight. Tension rose high in
Scharlie
, and her heart started to pound in excitement.
“Help her to kneel, Garrett,” Cassidy ordered.
Without a word, Garrett took
Scharlie’s
hands in his and helped her kneel in front of him.
“
Scharlie
, unbuckle Garrett’s belt and help him take his pants off.”
Her hands shook only slightly as she obeyed. This was Cassidy. This is what turned him on. She may not quite understand, but she accepted. It only took her a moment to pull his pants down. She was slightly shocked to take note that Garrett didn’t wear long johns under his clothes, so she was eye level with his rigid cock.
“Take him into your mouth,” Cassidy ordered.
Scharlie’s
heart raced, and she swallowed thickly, trying to come to terms with what Cassidy asked of her and the reference she remembered in the book. As she hesitated, she saw a drop of moisture appear at the tip of Garrett’s penis, and before she could think about anything else, she licked it. The taste was slightly bitter, as if too much salt had been added. But it wasn’t awful. In fact, it lit a fire in her belly that was unlike anything she had felt before.
Garrett put his hand on her head and guided her forward. This time, she didn’t hesitate. She reached for his shaft, finding the skin easily slid back to reveal the thick and heavy head. For a moment, she envisioned this huge cock seesawing into her, and the mental picture caused a sudden rushing of juice between her legs.
Scharlie
squirmed a bit, trying to appease the hunger that gripped her, to no avail.
“Take him into your mouth,
Scharlie
,” Cassidy ordered again. “Suck him down.”
With his demanding and with Garrett’s urging, she closed her lips around him. Immediately, she tasted more of Garrett’s bitter essence, but it was a flavor she quickly adapted to. She ran her tongue around the head, up the slit, milking him for more.
“Holy shit,” Garrett muttered. His fingers tightened in her hair. It was the only placed he touched her.
As she got used to the feeling of having his penis in her mouth,
Scharlie
went further, pushing the foreskin back more as she slid her mouth further down. The head hit the back of her throat, causing her to momentarily gag, but she discovered if she relaxed her throat and shifted him a bit, she could get more of him in her mouth. He was big and hard, and she loved the velvety smoothness of his skin.
“Garrett, fuck her face,” Cassidy commanded.
Before she had time to ponder what that meant, Garrett’s hips moved, pulling back and then going forward. It wasn’t enough to cause her too much distress, and she easily found the rhythm. She reached up to hold on to his hips as he rocked to and fro.
Garrett moaned, and he increased his pace, flexing faster into the moist cave of her mouth.
Scharlie
sucked harder, instinctively knowing how much Garrett liked what she was doing to him. Her cheeks caved in with every thrust, and soon he took over the rhythm, pushing her head forward and back quickly.
“Come in her mouth, Garrett,” Cassidy told him, his own voice sounding heavy.
Scharlie
felt Garrett tense beneath her hands. His cock swelled in her mouth, and then suddenly he let out a low growl as he erupted. His essence was thick and creamy, sweet and salty at the same time.
Scharlie
was unsure what to do with it, so she swallowed.
When he was done, he let out a deep, contented sigh and collapsed. His hand left her head as he lay back, eyes closed and chest heaving.
Scharlie
watched him, wiping her lips free of saliva.
Cassidy’s hand grabbed her upper arm and pulled her to stand. He spun her and immediately engulfed her in his arms, his mouth crashing down onto hers. He crushed her body to his, and she felt their limbs entwining together, legs to legs, hips to hips, and chest to chest. His tongue tangled with hers, dancing together as he lifted her up and backtracked to the bedroom, leaving Garrett sprawled on the blanket, watching them.
Once in the bedroom, he stepped back. “Unbutton your shirt,” he instructed.
She obeyed without hesitation, her fingers quickly freeing the material and taking it off her shoulders. It fluttered to the ground. Only a chemise separated her breasts from his eyes.
“Now your skirt.”
Again,
Scharlie
did his bidding. She stood before him, chest heaving in excitement as she waited for his next dictate. He perused her up and down before bending to take her puckered nipple, visible through her thin chemise, into his mouth. She gasped and arched her back as pleasure shot down her spine.
“You like that?” he asked, lifting his head.
Scharlie
nodded, waiting. He reached for the ribbon that held her chemise up and pulled it loose. The material fluttered to pool around her feet, leaving her before him, naked and exposed.
But before she could let that settle into embarrassment, Cassidy ducked his head again and took both of her breasts in his hands. He brought the right up first to suck on the nipple, pulling on the turgid point gently with his teeth while his fingers rolled the left one between his fingers. The sensations tore through her like a tornado, leaving her weak in the knees and yearning for more.
“Please,” she whispered.
He let her go and stepped back. His eyes had narrowed into slits, and a muscle jumped in his jaw. He may like to give commands, but
Scharlie
realized he was just as affected by the foreplay as she was.
“Take off my clothes like you took Garrett’s off,” he told her.
Scharlie
moved in a daze, turned on by her shamelessness. She felt empowered by his response to her even though he was the one giving all the orders. Her hands trembled as she fumbled to remove his clothing. His cock jutted proudly in front of him, and she could see the tip of it weeping with juice.
Cassidy took hold of her upper arms and walked her backward to the bed. When her knees connected, she fell and immediately scooted herself back as Cassidy stalked her on his hands and knees, like a lion getting ready to pounce his prey.
And just as his body covered hers, he balanced on his knees and flipped her onto her stomach.
Scharlie
grunted as Cassidy hiked her hips upward, and she used her arms to keep from being smothered by her pillow.
His hands gripped her hips tightly as he leaned over her back to whisper in her ear, “Do you want me to fuck you,
Scharlie
? You have to tell me.”
Almost beyond words, she nodded.
“Tell me!”
“Yes!” she panted. “Take me. Fuck me. Please!”
That was all the urging he needed. His thumb slid down to find her wet slit and used that as a guide to fill her with one thrust. Both gasped at the electric shock of being joined for the first time. He felt different than Garrett, thicker perhaps. Cassidy wrapped his free arm around her as he rocked in and out, not letting her escape for one moment. He possessed her, dominated her, but she loved every part of it. His thumb moved up her crack until it found her puckered hole, and, using some of the moisture from their joined bodies, slipped into her back door.
At first it was uncomfortable, a harsh intrusion to the bliss she felt as he pumped into her. She squirmed, trying to get away, but Cassidy’s hold was much stronger. Wet slurping noises filled the room with each thrust. The smell of sex invaded her nostrils. She felt wild, a savage, primitive beast without thought beyond the pleasure of it. Cassidy was relentless, pounding into her until their bodies were slick with sweat. She wanted more and started moving her hips back to meet every move of thrusts. His thumb went deeper and mimicked his cock, in and out, in and out. She moaned. She thrashed. She panted out her need.
“More,” she cried. “Harder! Yes! Yes! Cassidy!”
The plateau fell from under her, and for a moment she soared. Rapture, pure euphoria, carried her away.
It took her a few seconds to realize that Cassidy was still. When the haze cleared from her eyes, she saw that he watched her with a feral light in his eyes. He withdrew from her and turned her over.
“What—” she started to say, but shut up as Cassidy stuck his index finger into her mouth.
“Suck it,” he ordered. “Pretend it’s Garrett’s cock.”
She did as she was told, tasting a musky tartness and realizing it must be her own essence. Behind her, Cassidy raised her hips and spread her legs apart, exposing her most intimate place.
He leaned in and blew against it, startling her. And then his other hand collected her cream and rubbed against her back hole. She moaned, half-afraid and half-excited.
And then he was over her, pushing in, going very slowly. It hurt, more than she thought it would, and burned. She shifted and tried to pull away, but he held her firmly and pushed his finger even more into her mouth. She used it to bite, knowing she caused him just as much pain as he was causing her, but rather than stop, Cassidy simply moaned and pushed more.
Then finally he was seated all the way inside her. She stopped biting and breathed, and for moment neither of them moved. The pain subsided from her ass, the burning turning into something different. And then he pulled back before pushing back in, and
Scharlie
realized that the burn had twisted into unbelievable pleasure.
Again he withdrew only to plunge back, and this time
Scharlie
met his thrust.
“That’s it, baby,” he grunted. “Your ass is so tight! Fuck me with it.”
The dirty words only added to the intensity of the act. In and out Cassidy fucked her with deep strokes. He took away his finger to grip her hips, and she reached with her finger to touch her clit, massaging it in time with his thrusts.
Suddenly he gave a strangulated cry.
Scharlie
felt warmth flood her inside, and another crest of passion swept over her. Cassidy was gasping, clutching her hips, giving a few last ardent thrusts. She felt their combined passion trickling down her thighs, and then he collapsed onto her, flattening her to the bed.
She was exhausted, replete. Cassidy moved off her, to the side, his arm cradled around her. She felt his lips on her shoulder just as she tumbled into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter Ten
Two days later,
Scharlie
was in her small garden, weeding, enjoying the warm weather. Cassidy and Garrett had gone into town for supplies, and she had decided to tend to her very broken vegetable patch. The tornado had ripped most of it away, but enough had been spared to give her an adequate supply for this year’s canning.
After a few hours in the sun, she decided to take a break and headed toward the house. She took off her hat and wiped her face with her apron. When she pushed open the front door, the smell of cigar hit her, and she paused, eyes wide. Unease traveled over her skin like wisps of smoke because even though nothing in the house was disturbed,
Scharlie
knew that someone had been there. The cigar smell was thick and cloying, almost choking her with the lingering fumes.
Her first instinct was to run away, leave the house and find Cassidy and Garrett. But sanity returned. If someone had been in the house, then she had to make sure whoever it was had left, and she had no idea when the men would be back.
Moving cautiously,
Scharlie
immediately went into the kitchen, where she grabbed a knife. The tornado had taken all her utensils with it, but Angie Kern had given her a new set when she and her husband, Tom, had come out last weekend. The knife’s blade gleamed brightly from being new.
The only room closed off from the living and eating area was the bedroom, whose door was closed. She couldn’t remember if she had left it open or not. She stepped hesitantly, her heart hammering in her chest. Her mouth was dry, and she felt like she could vomit any moment.