Page 7 of Double Cowboys
Meanwhile, the second cowboy behind me helps me lift my hips so that his cock emerges from my sweetness, gleaming and hard,shiny from a mixture of spunk and pussy fluid. He grunts with approval.
“Averygood girl,” he adds before reaching forward to scoop some of his escaping seed before pressing it back into my swollen vag. “You’re just what we’re looking for, sweetheart.”
I shudder with pleasure again because I love being sexy. I wasn’t planning on accommodating two men simultaneously, but now that I have, the vixen inside comes out.
“I’m glad you’re happy, gentlemen,” I purr. “Is there more that I can do for you?”
The men’s blue eyes gleam.
“Not now, sweetheart, because I think the next girl’s waiting to come out. But before you leave, we want to show our appreciation with a gift.”
“Oh, you’ve already gifted me the good stuff,” I coo, while waggling my hips as another bead of white semen swells at my hole before slipping out to trail down one thick thigh. “I have more than enough.”
The men smirk, but they shake their dark heads.
“We appreciate your sexy attitude, sweetheart, but something else.”
Then, without further ado, both men reach for the money lying on the table. Yes, they have pre-rolled hundred dollar bills at hand, and as I wait, poised and trembling, they gently insert the cylinders of cash into my moist pussy, all the way until only the ends of the paper show.
“I know this doesn’t feel as good as our cocks, but it’s a place to start,” one rasps before gently squeezing my breast.
“Now git,” the other grunts before pressing one last kiss to my tender clit. “The show must go on.”
He’s right, and with trembling knees, I straighten and turn. But a wave of want overcomes me, and with a sweet smile, I turn and whisper into the first cowboy’s ear.
“Meet me in the parking lot in twenty minutes,” I whisper. “I’d love to see you boys again.”
Then, without waiting for an answer, I teeter across to the floor to a door leading to the backstage area. Hot seed trickles down my thighs, the corners of my lips still ache, and my curves feel utterly fucked and well-used. But my pussy pulses with pleasure and a small smile crosses my lips because I never thought I’d enjoy two cowboys simultaneously, who would take me front and back. God, I hope I get to see them again … because I adore double cowboys, and want to continue our steamy night together.
4
Cason
Ilook around our office. It’s a giant room with high ceilings, a lot of blonde wood, and an assortment of dead animals set into special creches. Yeah, we’re that kind of motherfucker. My bro and I like to hunt, and savor the glory of our kills by investing in expensive taxidermy. As a result, a lynx snarls from one corner, while from another, a deer raises its antlers in proud majesty. I remember that fight like yesterday, too. The stag was mighty and fierce, thrashing and bucking with terror and pain when it all ended. It was raw and real, and altogether a sensational experience.
But I know how it looks to the haters because they call my brother and I sadists who relish in the death of other living organisms. Yet there are multiple angles of viewing the scenario. The truth is that as cattle ranchers, we’re intimately in touch with the land, the sky, the sun, and of course, the animals that roam our property. Death is merely the flip side of life, and withevery calf that’s born; every cow that goes to market; and hell, every blade of grass that grows on our property, we know that life is transient. There is only nothingness in the end; dust to dust, ashes to ashes.
As a result, most things don’t matter except for family, friends, and living without regrets. Different, but interrelated ideas. My eyes land on a framed photo on my desk which features Mom, Dad, me and Colt, as well as our other five siblings mugging for the camera. Yeah, Mom and Dad were fruitful, resulting in a giant brood. Not only that, but our siblings have been fruitful as well, reproducing and multiplying again and again so that our extended family now has something like forty people in it when you include all the kids, grandkids, and even the one great-grandchild from my brother Billy.
I shake my head ruefully, eyeing the photo. Did my sister have four children or five? Twins or triplets or maybe a set of both? I can’t remember.
“Yo, I don’t want to go,” I grunt to my brother.
Colt looks up from his desk.
“You mean to the party at Becca’s? But it’s Josie’s birthday.”
I roll my eyes.
“Do we really have to go to a kid party? It feels like we’re always going to children’s birthday parties these days.”
Colt shrugs and nods, still typing at his computer.
“Yeah, and with the twins turning six soon, we’ll have more parties to go to. Hopefully, they do a joint thing this year, but you never know. Juno and Jamie are spoiled, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they demand two shindigs this year instead of one.”
I stare at my brother’s rugged mug.
“No fucking way. I can’t go to two birthday parties in such a short time frame. It isn’t feasible. I’ll fucking die.”
