Authors: Astrid Lee Donovan
She smiled as her abiding hosts met her request with a joyful whoop and a resounding cry of “Yee haw!” Then they swept her up between them in a strong mutual embrace, showering her smiling face with sweet baby kisses as they hugged her tight between them.
“I promise you that you won’t regret this,” Drake whispered, angling behind her as he dug his hands deep into her broad shoulders and kissed the skin of her neck. “Allow my brother and me to show you Heaven—as well as the true meaning of the term Southern hospitality.”
Taking this as a cue, his golden haired brother dropped to his knees before her and took her feet in his hands, freeing them from their confining sandals as he suckled her toes and rubbed the pads of her feet.
Sighing outright beneath the effects of this delectable dual massage, Judith thrilled further as Brett kissed and licked his way up her long sturdy legs as he massaged her fully made hips; his brother surging down simultaneous to seize her lips in the most heated and passionate of kisses.
As Drake melded her lips with his, Brett surged upward beneath her skirt to grasp the border of her white cotton undies and drag them down the length of her legs; leaving them in a cloudy mass beside her feet before returning to the site of her ultimate pleasure.
Even as Drake’s full, moist lips plied into hers and their tongues entangled between them, Brett opened her nether lips with a resounding lick and graced her with the ultimate intimate kiss; his sumptuous full lips molding themselves on her heaving clit as he licked and suckled her.
The heat of their bonfire raged wild before the trio, further warming their aroused bodies as they writhed and sighed beneath a blanket of golden moonlight. As her golden haired lover surged between her parted legs to shift his head back and forth, teasing the skin of her buxom thighs as he intensified the divine friction of his lips on her clit, her ebony haired paramour unbuttoned her sleek calico dress with slow and deliberate moves; reaching beneath her slip to massage her breasts and tease her sensitive nipples.
The ever attentive Drake continued to kiss her neck and shoulders as his nimble fingers brought her nipples to rock hard points beneath his tender touch. Leaning into his touch, the enthralled Judith also thrust her hips forward to encourage his brother’s intimate attentions; losing herself in the thrall of an exquisite mutual pleasuring that threatened to drive her over the edge.
Finally and with a last resounding lick Brett sent her hurdling across the boundaries of an incredible orgasm, her entire body exploding in the heat of pure, unfettered pleasure.
The feeling was capped off with a kiss moments later, as Drake swooped down onto the blanket to again seize her lips in a full heated advance; this time also sweeping her up in two strong arms and pulling her closer than close. The song of sweet crickets and the crackle of the campfire accentuated their every movement as two became one.
The couple collapsed in a passionate frenzy as her ardent dark haired lover peeled off her dress and the sweat lined slip that lay beneath it. She meanwhile stripped off his denim shirt and yanked away his sinful tight blue jeans to reveal the naked muscular form that had filled her dreams the night before; her hands roaming his hard massive chest and tickling the surface of his washboard abs as his long hard shaft rose to tease her soaking wet femininity.
Even as the couple kissed and caressed, their arms and legs entangling between them on the whisper soft surface of their blanket, Brett stood tall and proud before their lady’s admiring eyes; slipping his own shirt off his bulging shoulders in a slow seductive move to reveal his own hard sculpted chest and defined washboard abs. His jeans came off next, showing off a long hard cock that seemed to salute her presence.
Even as Judith’s hungry gaze raked the height of his tall muscled form, her other lover was not to be outdone; slipping his agile hand between her legs and stroking her enflamed clit as he continued to kiss and cradle her.
Soon Judith sank with an ecstatic sigh into Drake’s tight embrace, wrapping her arms around his muscled shoulders and kissing him senseless as his fingers continued to work her clit.
Throwing her head back with a moan of ecstasy, the exalted woman trembled outright as her golden haired lover appeared at her back; his magical hands running like warm water down her back as his feather soft strands teased the nape of her neck.
Turning her head in a single smooth flourish, Judith captured Brett’s lips in an impassioned kiss as she tasted for the first time their sweetness and softness. Her hand also wandered to stroke the breadth of his sculpted pecs and his taut sculpted abs—along with the length of the hard erect shaft that rose to tease the small of her back.
She drew a gasp from deep in Brett’s throat as her fingers lingered on the base of his erect shaft, rubbing and massaging its succulent hardness as his lips caressed hers and his long wet tongue stroked the roof of her mouth.
She gasped against his lips as an equally loving Drake gyrated his rock hard hips against hers and buried his head in her neck; kissing and licking her sensitive skin as the strands of his long, silken dark hair fell soft against her shoulders.
Thrusting herself against him, a passionate Judith wrapped her legs around his waist to invite him fully and finally inward; at the same time reveling in the kiss of an ardent Brett, who also lowered his sturdy hands to massage her back and shoulders.
The two continued to kiss as—laying a light nibble on Judith’s tender neck as his hair whipped her breasts—Drake surged his long hard cock to the depths of her soaking wet pussy; penetrating her with a single smooth flourish as her free hand clutched and clawed his sturdy planed back.
Her breasts crushed his massive hard chest as he lowered his head to suckle them, all the while continuing to probe and penetrate her with heated intensity.
Matching the frenzied movements of his shaft in the depths of her feminine garden, Judith kneaded and pumped Brett’s hardening rod as he continued to kiss her senseless; hugging her back as his own fingers rubbed and tickled her sides.
Even as she clutched Drake to her, thrusting her breasts full into his mouth as her fleshy thighs accommodated the whole of his pulsating length, Judith’s tongue entangled with Brett’s as she reveled in his moans of pleasure.
Finally and with a long last thrust, a growling Drake surged forth to her very core, exploding inside of her as he carried them both across the bounds of an incredible mutual climax. Their bodies reverberated together in the heat of this binding orgasm as—with a last hard stroke—Judith introduced Brett into the circle of ecstasy that threatened to consume them all.
“You two rascals never advertised this particular activity in the pages of your resort brochure,” she gasped out, her heart pounding with fervor as pleasure suffused every fiber of her being. “And you really should.” She paused here as she wrapped her arms around their muscled shoulders and graced them with a dreamy smile. “Now this is what I call Southern hospitality.”
Chapter Three
The next two weeks passed in a dreamlike haze for the joyful Judith, who spent every waking moment in the sweet and noble company of her two ever-attentive hosts.
One day the trio rode and raced horses across the length of Happy Trails Ranch; stopping to enjoy a picnic the gents had prepared themselves.
“The two of you cook too?” Judith marveled, smacking her lips as she enjoyed a home cooked feast of fried chicken, chickpeas and buttermilk biscuits—all washed down with some homemade beer brewed in the sun and served with the utmost care. “Un—frickin—believable.”
The next day the brothers taught her some down home games and past times common to farm life. She learned to throw horseshoes and modified cow chips (which, much to her relief, were actually just coal chips), and to ‘spin the bottle’; this particular game being her favorite, as it gave her ample opportunities to kiss both brothers - repeatedly, and with great fervor.
She made love to the brothers with equal fervor every single night, sometimes in the comfort of her cabin, other times out on the range and beneath the stars.
Was it possible, she wondered, to fall in love with two men? She had the distinct feeling that she was finding out; and the even more distinct feeling that she never wanted to leave the company of the ever delightful Lawrence brothers—let alone the expansive nature-made wonderland that they called home.
“How can I go back to my life of stuffy office buildings, congested city streets and what is sure to be a lonely new apartment,” she reasoned, “When I know the sights and sounds of paradise?”
As much as she dreaded it, she knew that soon she’d face her final day of freedom at Happy Trails; and when the morning of that day arrived, she choked back her tears of sorrow as she gathered her things and packed her bags.
Of course, she reminded herself, she did have one more adventure to look forward to before taking leave of this mystical haven: a barn dance scheduled that evening at the expansive, multi-level red barn that formed the centerpiece of the sprawling Happy Trails property.
“Now I well realize that it was complete and utter madness to change today’s flight schedule from early morning to the dead of night so I can attend this soiree,” she mused, adding with a shrug, “But just how often does a lady receive two invitations to the same dance, from two gorgeous and amazing men, neither of whom expect you to choose between them? Hell yeah I’m going! Yee to the haw!”
She’d even selected her most beautiful frock to wear for this grand occasion: another calico dress purchased from the Happy Trails general store.
A light patterned gown of orchid calico colored an ebullient shade of violet, the dress boasted full billowing skirts and a high lace collar. Puffed sleeves and an elegant boned bodice completed this elegant garment, which she donned with pride before fixing her blonde hair atop her head with a sprig of handpicked ivory baby’s breath.
Once again she applied some light cosmetics, up to and including the pearl pink lipstick that both she and her lovers favored, before also donning some proper white slippers that looked far more restrained and ladylike than she felt at the moment.
Admiring the effects of her impromptu makeover in the reflection of her full length mirror, she smiled at a woman she barely knew; one she feared she’d lose forever when she left this magical place.
“I mean, I know that no one likes to come home from vacation,” she mused, frowning sadly at herself as she clutched her skirts with sad, tension wrought hands. “But in walking away from Happy Trails, I’m leaving far more than good memories behind me. I’m leaving love.”
Judith’s troubled meditation was disrupted by the sound of a loud whinny outside her door, one that most literally spurred her into action as she ventured outside.
She gasped outright at the appearance of a vision that seemed like something out of a fairy tale: a coal black carriage that boasted bright brass trim and four oversized wheels, led by a pair of Appaloosa mares—one ivory, the other golden—whose brilliant fresh brushed coats and thick lustrous manes glowed in the sweet shade of glistening twilight.
She immediately recognized the drivers of her fairy tale ride: gentlemen who, appropriately enough, likened princes of the royal court in all their resplendent finery.
Hardly recognizing the brothers Lawrence sans their cowboy hats—which they even liked to wear when they wore nothing else—Judith stood stock still as she witnessed the divine transformation of cowboys to princes.
The golden haired Brett wore a suit of ivory velvet trimmed with gold at the shoulders and cuffs. Brass buttons and knee high black boots completed this fetching ensemble, which hugged and emphasized every plane and muscle of his flawless young body.
His brother shone equally resplendent in a suit of royal blue velvet trimmed with pure ebony at the shoulder and cuffs. Also boasting a most fetching pair of knee high dark boots, he hopped down from the helm of their carriage to open its side door for their beaming guest.
“You look like an angel Darlin’,” he told her, pressing his full warm lips against her fair cheek as he added, “And on this night my brother and I have every intention of treating you like a princess.”
The Lawrence brothers made good on their promise moments later, delivering a smiling Judith to the double front doors of an expansive three story barn structure; a place that already resounded with the rhythms of an old country fiddle and a genuine steel guitar.
Soon the trio ventured inward to join in the down home revelry that embodied the country barn dance; line dancing to their hearts content as country standards by the likes of Patsy Cline, Loretta Lynn, Johnny Cash and The Oak Ridge Boys played in the background.
Clasped in the arms of two strong, beautiful men who swayed her with ease across the surface of a hay lined dance floor, Judith felt light and graceful as her two doting dates twirled and sashayed her; also stealing a few kisses and hugs as the lights lowered at evening’s end.
Finally she stood clasped between her two lovers at the center of the floor, her body drawn into and consumed by a succulent slow dance that felt more like a tango than a do-si-do.
With Brett facing her and Drake at her back, Judith’s body felt enveloped in a cocoon of hard muscle; sighing with contentment as one pair of firm arms braced her waist and another flanked her fully made hips. Both brothers held her closer than close as the lengths of their long silky hair brushed her chest and back, and their rock hard hips cradled hers in a most delightful manner.
“Thank you so much Gentlemen, for making this one of the best nights of my life,” she told them at one point, bracing her arms around Brett’s muscled shoulders even as her body writhed and rubbed like a feline in heat against Drake’s planed form. “I’m just so sorry that it has to be our last night together.”
She took in her breath as Brett surged forward to sear her lips with a hot hard kiss.
“It doesn’t have to be the last night,” he whispered against her lips, adding as he pulled her closer to him, “We want you to stay Judith.”
His dance partner thought a moment, and then shook her head.
“Believe me when I say Brett, that I truly don’t want to leave,” she released on a sigh. “I even considered extending my stay another week, but I just don’t have enough vacation time saved up at work. I also fear that, after spending seven more magnificent days in the company of you two amazing men, it would be blasted near impossible for me to let go.”
She gasped as she felt a pair of warm moist lips canvass the back of her neck; kissing and nipping her sensitive skin before whispering in her ear, “Well our lady, it seems that we have a simple solution for that quandary. It’s a two part plan that consists of the following two steps: No. 1: Quit the job. No. 2: Never leave us.”
Even as she turned her head to kiss the lips of a smiling Drake, Judith came dangerously close to laughing in her lover’s handsome face.
“Sounds like a divine plan, with just one possible catch,” Judith told him, adding with a shrug, “As much as I would love to embrace and embody the job title of Live-In Lover to Two Heavenly Cowboys, I’ve heard that it doesn’t pay very well—at least not in terms of cash money, which a gal rightly needs to pay her rent, car payment and utilities.”
Brett nodded.
“True enough,” he allowed, taking her full chin in two agile fingers and shifting her head around until their gazes locked. “The position of head office manager at the Happy Trails Resort, by contrast, happens to pay very well. And we would like to offer this job, which comes with full room and board included, to the woman of every cowboy’s dreams - the woman with whom we’d very much like to share our life.”
Both brothers jumped as their date threw her blonde head back with a heartfelt declaration of “Ya Hoo!!!!”
Drake chuckled.
“May we take that as a yes?” he pressed her—both physically and verbally. “Or at least a maybe?”
Judith shrugged.
“Well you did say that the job was open only to the woman of every cowboy’s dreams,” she told them, adding with a playful wink, “But since I doubt that either Dolly Parton or Faith Hill is available to take the position, I guess that I’ll have to do. You two have made me happier in the past week than I have been in years. And something tells me that I don’t ever want to lose that feeling.”
Letting loose with their own version of a down home joyful whoop, the ecstatic brothers swooped their lover up high in their arms and planted her on their shoulders; carrying her in the direction of a nearby ladder that led to the barn’s upper level, an area commonly referred to as a hay loft.
Waving with a spirited flourish to the gathered dancers who cheered and applauded their exit, Judith almost felt as though she was starring in a re-make of “An Officer and a Gentleman,” one of her all-time favorite romance movies.
“Except in my case,” she mused with a giggle, “I get A Cowboy and A Cowboy.”