Annabelle: An Erotic Western Spanking Menage (Doms of Destiny Trail Book 1) Page 10

  "I'm sorry honey," he said, Stifling his laughter. "You're doing everything right. You don't have to be shy."

  He took her hand in his, firmly and with purpose, pulled it back towards the throbbing thing and wrapped her fingers around it, squeezing them around the shaft and letting out a low groan.

  The sound made her mouth open in surprise again. Had she done that? Had she made him make that noise? Gathering courage, she slid her hand along his shaft, to where the head of it bulged outwards, then back again to where he'd wrapped her around himself. Her touch elicited the same sound and she revelled in the sound of it, pushing herself up so she was resting on an elbow.

  "That's it darling," she heard Rem say behind her as she felt him pushing her gently higher. Annabelle scrambled up until she was on her knees, Blaise's manhood behind her with Rem's hand still lingering on her buttock.

  "You like hearing that, Annabelle?" Blaise asked. The question made her shy, but not shy enough to look away. Instead she nodded her head and ran her fingers up and down the length of him again. "I want you to take it in you mouth, beautiful."

  A thrill rushed through her at his suggestion. What a dirty thing to be doing, taking a man's sex in her mouth. She stared at, her eyes roaming along it's veiny edges, wondering how it would taste on her tongue and feel between her lips. Just then, from behind her, she felt Rem's hand move lower between her cheeks, past her rear. His firm fingers sank easily into her dripping pussy and she moaned and tried to push herself back onto him.

  "Easy there, sweetheart," he rumbled from behind her, his palm coming down in a fierce smack on her ass. She gasped, then reared, still clutching Blaise's member. He reached down, cupped both of her breasts, kneading them in his muscled hands, before his fingers slipped out from under them and paused at her nipples. He pinched both of them at once and she felt the sharp sting of pain travel down her body and settle in her sex, just as Rem pushed two fingers deeper into her wetness.

  "Oh..." she groaned loudly.

  "That's it, just like that," came the low voice from behind her as she sank down onto his fingers, feeling them pressing against the tight walls of her tunnel as they slid inside her. As she lowered herself onto him further, he pressed the small of her back, causing her to lean forward and close in on Blaise's cock again. It was bouncing in her hand now but she could barely concentrate on it at all, it felt as if her whole mind had gone between her legs and the touch of Rem's hand there.

  Blaise put a finger on her chin and pulled her gently forward until she was right above the throbbing thing. She felt her sex open, letting Rem's hand in even further, then clench again at the sensation of him sliding deeper. The heat of it all was driving her crazy and without thinking anymore about it, she opened her lips and took the head of Blaise's thick cock in her mouth and onto her tongue.

  It felt so strange, hard and soft at the same time, but she liked the feel of it in the heat of her mouth, and from the sounds he was making, so did Blaise. With his finger still on her chin, he guided her mouth up and down the length of his manhood. She turned her head, trying to explore every inch of him with her tongue, her hand still holding onto the base of his shaft.

  Behind her, Rem had started the same motions he'd made upon her last night, the ones that had sent her into ecstasy and she could feel the same sensation building now. She moaned, the sound spilling all over Blaise's cock and into the tent. Then, she felt the fingers inside her moving out, felt herself closing, trying to clutch them, her body begging him not to leave her like this. She pulled herself off Blaise's shaft and turned back, the same look of pleading on her face she'd had yesterday.

  "No...please..." she whispered, imploring Rem to put himself back inside her.

  "Honey, if I get you any wetter, we might just drown inside this tent."

  "But...but I just want to feel it again," she said, in a voice so high and quiet it sounded like she might cry.

  Rem's palm landed on her ass again with a tremendous smack, causing her to rear again, and her breasts to jut out towards Blaise.

  "Don't worry beautiful," Blaise said as his hand swept behind her neck and he brought her mouth to his, "you're going to enjoy everything we do to you tonight." He leaned towards her and locked his lips onto hers, his tongue jutting into her mouth, insistent and searching for hers. She gave him what he wanted and he kissed her that way as she felt Rem's hands roaming up and down her sides, only causing the empty ache in her middle to grow.

  Then she was being pushed backwards, into Rem's arms, lowered slowly back onto the blankets she'd been lying on with Rem beside her, his stiff cock looming over her now. Her legs had closed as she was lain this way, her body naturally covering her softest place. Blaise pushed them apart with the back of his hand on the tender inside of her thigh. She opened for him, but looked away, unable to meet his gaze from the embarrassment she felt.

  It was not like her to submit to a man in conversation. Now she was submitting to two of them, completely exposed. Unable to contain her curiosity, she glanced down, staring at the member she'd just held in her hands and put in her mouth, coming towards her soft sex.

  "You want to see it go in, beautiful?" Blaise asked, noticing what she was staring at.

  She bit her lip and looked away, too shy to answer, but it was what she wanted, it was true. Rem lifted her head and put a blanket behind it and when she looked down again, she could just make out the delicate folds at the top of her opening.

  She couldn't help but open her legs wider to accommodate Blaise who was crawling in between them. Then Blaise was over her, his hard body hovering just above the soft curve of her breasts, and she felt the hardness of his cock as it touched the part of herself she could see. He held himself there with one hand, making himself wet with her juices and she gasped as he grazed over the tensed nub of her clit. He seemed much larger now, even than he had when she'd put him in her mouth. When she glanced up to look at him, he must have seen the fear in her eyes.

  "Are you scared, sweetheart?" he asked quietly.

  She nodded to him then somehow found the courage to whisper, "what if it won't fit," and turned quickly as soon as she'd said it, in case he might start laughing.

  He didn't say anything though. He wrapped a hand behind her back, lifting her from the position she been lying in. She looked down at the head of his cock as he slid it down one final time, down the wet folds of her slit. Moving it from side to side, he spread her slightly, keeping himself in position with his hand. Her eyes went wide at what he was going to do but she couldn't stop from watching as, with a thrust of his hips, he spread her tiny entrance and drove himself inside her with the hardness of his flesh.

  "Oh!" she moaned, watching his manhood disappear inside herself, the sounds of her wetness taking him ringing in her ears. It began to hurt, the feeling of being stretched so by a man and she felt herself tense, bracing against the pain. He must have felt her reaction because he stopped half-way in and slowly pulled himself out again, leaving only his head inside her. Then, still holding her so she could see, he pushed against her one more time and she watched him sink in completely as the wetness of her tight pussy swallowed his thick flesh.

  The pain she'd felt was quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure of a man inside her as he started moving back and forth. She could feel the lines of veins she'd tasted as they ran along the tightness of her tunnel. With the aching inside her finally sated, she began to feel her body move against his. Her hips rocked slowly back and forth in time with his, each rock arching her back, bringing her taut nipples up higher, begging him to taste them again.

  She got her wish. As he noticed her pushing her chest towards him, he sank down low over her and, cupping her breast in one hand, took her in his mouth and sucked. She let out a moan and the glowing orb of pleasure throbbed inside her as she felt herself moving towards the edge of ecstasy again.

  Beside her, she saw Rem, his shaft in hand, stroking himself. She reached out to try and touch him, to wrap her fin
gers around him the way she had with Blaise, but instead he took her and guided her underneath himself. She felt the softness of his sack fill her hand and she closed her fingers around it gently and watched his cock bob the way Blaise's had. When she looked to him to see if he was pleased, she found him staring at her intently, so intently she had to look away.

  Blaise was pushing harder into her now, her body rocking faster as his pace quickened. The warmth filled her entirely now and she closed her eyes and began to give in to the feeling, letting it engulf her completely.

  Blaise's hard cock thrust into her mercilessly as she spread her legs even wider to take all of him. The tightness came in her stomach, her body bucked beneath him even harder and she felt her pussy flex around him, her body begging for his gift.

  She moaned. Her hand was on her breast again, his hard body still crashing against her softness. Then the hot wetness of his mouth around her nipple made her cry out in pleasure again. Everything went white and hot and still and there was nothing but the searing pleasure that would overcome her looming over her.

  Then it crashed around her and exploded inside her and all the heat she'd felt and blinding light she'd seen swam inside the tent as she screamed and dug her nails into his back and clung to him with her arms and legs. And again she began to float slowly back to earth, back into the tent, but this time she didn't want to sleep. This time he was inside her, still stretching her, still thrusting, his face carved in anguish and this time she wanted to make him feel the way he'd made her feel and ignoring any shame she felt at it, she brought her mouth as close to his ear as she could and whispered, "Yes..."

  He roared as his climax ground through him and she felt for the first time what it was like to have a man flex inside her and what it felt like, being filled with seed. She took it, as willingly as she could, she took all of him with her arms still hanging around his neck and her voice still whispering "Yes..."

  When he collapsed onto her, then moved out of her, then rolled off, there was Rem. He moved into the spot where Blaise had been and placed himself at her entrance and slipped in easily. Her eyes closed, the feeling of a different man inside her nudging her towards pleasure again. He pushed against her, his lips touching hers gently, his hand travelling down her body, then back up it, caressing her curves. Suddenly, from this new excitement, from this new man inside her, maybe from the impropriety of taking them both, she felt herself tense again and her body shudder as another climax took her, smaller this time but one that made her whimper nonetheless.

  Rem must have felt it too, felt her squeezing him with her soft pussy because soon she heard a tortured groan. She looked up, still caught in the throes of her own pleasure, to see him straining against his own eruption and then she felt him too, finish between her legs.

  The sounds of panting and the smell of their wetness filled the air in the tent as the three lovers lay side by side each other. The men looked just as tired now as she must have last night, but she couldn't help looking between the two of them, couldn't help the smile that kept dancing across her lips. What a strange and beautiful coincidence, to have met these two when she had come for someone else entirely. And that they felt the way about her that she did about them, it was almost as if it had been written in the stars.

  Rolling over, she pulled Blaise's arm from behind her until he rolled towards her and wrapped it under hers. She pressed herself closer to Rem and smiled at the comfort two men afforded then fell into a blissful sleep.

  Chapter 9

  Rem open his eyes slowly, putting up a hand against the sharp gash of light shinning through the slightly open tent flap. The smell of strong coffee and a fire wafted in from outside and he heard the sound of women laughing. He looked to his side and found the pile of blankets where the three of them had slept to be empty. Pulling on a shirt and trousers, he crawled out and into the bright sunshine outside.

  "Well good afternoon!" Annabelle's voice sang to one side and he looked over at her, still bleary eyed.

  "Afternoon? Are you kidding?!?"

  "Of course I'm kidding," she said, smiling at him and almost skipping over to where he was standing. She wrapped threw her arms up and wrapped them around his neck. "But you did sleep in plenty!"

  Rem couldn't help but lean down and kiss Annabelle full on the lips, just at the sight of her so happy.

  "You're up," Blaise's voice came from behind him. Not letting go of his wife, he turned to see Blaise coming up from the small stream they'd found the day before with a bucket full of water. "Get your coffee. I'm gonna water the horses one more time before we get going. I figure if we head out soon we can make it all the way to the foothills before nightfall."

  "Well alright then, yes sir." Rem turned and saluted sharply, letting Annabelle hang from his free arm. It seemed like everyone was in a good mood this morning. Annabelle let go of him and walked back over to where she'd been sitting with Daisy-Lou. Rem looked around to see Mack and Tex packing their tent and decided to do the same. After pulling out the stakes, he threw them into a canvas back, then climbed in to take down the poles. The canvas collapsed around him, causing him to have to search for the opening to get free. He could hear the peals of laughter coming from the women and he assumed it must be because of his predicament. When he finally emerged, he shot them a look with a raised eyebrow. But he couldn't keep serious for long. Annabelle's happiness was infectious and all he wanted was to feel her touch again.

  "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Blaise asked, catching him staring at their wife.

  Rem chuckled. "She's something else, isn't she?"

  "I just can't believe we found her. Or she found us. Or whatever it was that happened." Blaise paused for a moment and Rem was about to get back to the tent when he put a hand on his arm. "We're going to have to start training her."

  Rem nodded. "That I know."

  "How you think she's gonna take to it?" Blaise asked.

  "She'll be just fine," Rem answered, "she doesn't know it yet, but she'll be just fine."

  The wagons were packed and they were on the trail again well before noon, closing in on the foothills, the mountains growing slowly larger in the distance. Annabelle chose to ride in the Tex and Mack's wagon. Her and Daisy-Lou had started chatting and it made Rem happy to know that she'd have the company of another woman around. With Blaise at the reins, Rem was free to daydream and even doze off a time or two as the sun crept past noon. It was the sound of thunder that stirred him from slumber and almost sent his hat off his head and under the wheels of the wagon.

  "Whoa," Rem muttered, his voice hoarse from sleep. "How long's that been coming on?"

  "About since you fell asleep, I think," Blaise said, looking out over the darkening plain. If the storm didn't blow over, they'd be in for a wet time.

  "You thinking to just ride through it?" Rem asked, flinching at the lightning that lit up the sky on the horizon.

  "Probably best not too," Blaise answered, shaking his head. He looked at Rem. "We could stop here. Make camp for the night. Who's in a rush anyways?"

  "Those supplies won't last forever. We'd be better trying to make it to the foothills and hoping for the best. If we don't have some food left for when we get to the claim. If we don't want to be riding under a tent all winter we're going to be felling trees with all the time we've got. We'll need the..."

  "Alright! I got it!" Blaise said, shaking his head at Rem's drawn out explanation. "Look, here's what I know. I hear it's not a good idea to be riding around in lightning. If we get the tent out and the horses tied down we'll be able to ride this out a hell of a lot easier than if we get stuck in that thing right before nightfall. This way at least there's a chance of staying dry."

  Rem looked out towards the horizon one more time. As much as hated to admit it, Blaise was right. "Alright. Hold up."

  Blaise tugged on the reins and horses slowed until the wagon stalled in the dirt. Rem jumped down and ran back towards Mack and Tex's wagon.

  "Doesn't
look good fellas," he said, nodding towards the storm.

  "Same thing I was thinking," Mack said. "What do you think we should do?"

  "Blaise said it's best to make camp for the night, even though we haven't come as far as we'd like. No way to tell how long that's going to take to get here, or what it's going to look like when it does."

  Mack and Tex both nodded. Rem walked around the wagon and stuck his head in the back where the women were talking.

  "What's the matter?" Annabelle asked as soon as she saw him.

  "Everything's fine but there's a storm coming and we don't want to get caught trying to pitch tents or tie down horses when it gets here. Can you come help?"

  "Of course," Annabelle said, standing up and taking Rem's outstretched hand to steady herself down the steps of the wagon. Rem smiled. Annabelle seemed like a changed person. Whether it had been the last two nights with them or her settling into the situation or both, Rem liked the change. When they got back to their wagon, Blaise had already driven it off the trail and was pitching the tent. The river had meandered alongside the trail for the few hours they'd been on it and Rem could see it now, about a hundred feet away. Annabelle looked to Rem. "May I go and fetch some water?"

  "Annabelle, I'm not going to make the same mistake I made last time. You most certainly may but we've got to do some learning first."

  Annabelle scowled, unsure of what she'd done wrong. As soon as he put his hands on the revolver at his side, her eyes went wide.

  "You ever fired a gun?" Rem asked, his hand on the grip of his gun.

  Annabelle shook her head slowly from side to side. Blaise looked up from where he'd been hammering stakes into the ground, nodded, then smiled.

  "Now look here Annabelle, just stand to the side of me. I know some folks walk around shootin' crazy and acting like a guns not a big deal, but it is and those people just don't have the brain to know how stupid they're being." He levelled his gaze at her, his sudden sternness catching her by surprise. "Now you listen up Annabelle, and listen up good. This is most important thing you're going to learn. A gun is always loaded, do you understand?"