Rough Riders Bundle 1(11)

“Which are?”

“She becomes our personal buckle bunny.”

Trevor grinned. “Sounds good so far.”

Edgard scowled at him. “We can get any woman, any time we want. Why do we need just one?”

“Because she’s agreed to do whatever we want. And I know you guys have shied away from askin’ some of the fillies warmin’ our beds to do…certain things.”

Edgard glanced away.

“How do we know she ain’t just saying she’ll do it?”

“Good question. I thought we could test her intentions. If she agrees, and if we’re all satisfied, she’ll be goin’ with us today.”

“All three of us? Right now?” Edgard asked skeptically.

“Yeah, we’ll start with something easy. She’s new at this sort of thing.”

Channing’s blood began to race through her body with anticipation—pounding and throbbing in some places more than others.

“Whatcha got in mind, Colby?” Trevor asked.

“Let’s head into the horse trailer and I’ll tell you.”

Edgard shook his head. “I’ll sit this one out.”

The compartment in the horse trailer was bigger—and cleaner—than she’d imagined. A small living area comprised of a two-burner cooktop stove, a mini-fridge, a microwave, a sink, and a table and bench seat which sat four. A metal ladder led to an area with a low-hanging ceiling and a king-sized mattress. An angular tiny bathroom with a shower, sink and toilet was crammed in the far corner. The space smelled like horseflesh and leather and men.

“Do you live here?” she asked.

“We take turns stayin’ in here. Too small for all of us.”

Colby flicked on an overhead light. He faced Channing, his blue eyes gleaming. “Take off your shirt, shug.”

Did she have the guts to do this? Even when she so desperately wanted it?

Inhaling a slow, quiet breath, her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned the white eyelet blouse.

Colby stood close, Trevor leaned against the back wall, watching.

Down to her white lace bra, she awaited further instructions.

“Good girl. Peel it off. Slowly. Tease me. Make me salivate to get my mouth on those big titties.”

Channing reached behind her back and unhooked the clasps. The white satin contrasted against her tanned skin as the straps slithered down her arms. She held the cups in place until the last possible minute and then let the bra drop to the floor.

Silence except for the sounds of heavy male breathing.

“Trevor?” Colby said.

“I’m here buddy.”

“You ever seen such a beautiful pair of tits?”

“Can’t say as I have.”

“Look at those nipples. Big and red as cherries.”

Unused to compliments on her body, Channing blushed.

“Touch yourself. Show us what you like.”

Channing closed her eyes. She skimmed her palms up her rounded belly, over her ribs, stopping to trace tiny circles around her nipples. She arched her back, lifting her breasts high, squeezing the soft flesh between her fingers. Plucking her nipples. Hard. Much harder than any man had been inclined to.

“What would you do first, Trev? Suck on them? Or slide your cock between them?”

Trevor chuckled. “Suck on them. Bite them. Make her squirm a bit. Then I’d wrap that creamy flesh around my cock and thrust high and hard until the tip reached those pouty lips.”

Moisture gushed from her pussy like a water balloon had broken between her thighs. She’d never been so hot, so ready to be touched in her life.

Colby sidled in front of her, cupping a big breast in each hand. He kneaded the mounds, whispered husky, sweet words against her quivering skin, dragging his open mouth across the tops of her breasts. He buried his face in the valley of her cleavage. Flattening his tongue, lapping at the bottom curves.

Locking his gaze to hers, he dipped his head and sucked her beaded right nipple into the wet heat of his mouth. He deftly twirled the left nipple between his fingers as if turning a dial. Hard. Like he noticed she liked it.

Channing clamped her thighs together. “Oh, man. Please don’t stop.”

“I think she needs more. You wanna help me out here, Trev?”

“Gladly.” Trevor latched onto her left nipple; Colby sucked on the right. She couldn’t help the keening moan that escaped from the intense pressure. Colby’s mouth was more aggressive. Trevor’s mouth seemed hotter, his tongue softer as he suckled.

“Can you come like this, darlin’?” Colby asked, his breath tickling her wet nipple, making it harder. “Are your tits sensitive enough we can get you off this way?”

“I-it’s never happened before.”