Cornered, a short story by ClickingTheKeys. Date added: 2010-10-08. Times viewed: 13203.

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Intro: Innocent girl cornered in a barn. M/M/F bisexual, bondage, forced, fun

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Sixteen and innocent. Kissing one boy on the lips was the extent of my sex life at that point. That was it. Riding dirt bikes and horses filled my off time during summer vacation. Our horses were down the road in a proper barn, unlike the decrepit one that was falling down decades before we moved in.

Brushing my horse, Coco Chanel, I had ridden long and was tired. It was hot and I was soaked in sweat but strangely exhilarated. Coco and I loved to go full gallop. When she was in a mood she’d try to knock me off under a low branch but it never worked. I just usually got covered in sap and pine needles. Today was no different, I was a sweaty, sappy mess.

Nearly done I heard two male voices enter the barn. It was Colin and Byron. Colin was visiting his uncle who owned the barn, he was full of himself- why I don’t know, arrogance doesn’t need a reason. Byron was a local boy who was nice but his beady eyes always made me uncomfortable, they actually gave me the creeps. Always staring too hard and too long. Other than that he seemed to be a decent guy.

I think Byron's the culprit of the flowers that magically appear on my windowsill about once a week. Byron’s grandma has an enormous greenhouse and it would explain how I find dahlias in January carefully wrapped in a large paper brown bag. My Mom thinks I buy the bouquets she finds in my room. I do love flowers, have my own garden for cutting and everything but I’d never splurge on roses in February.

Tucking the brush away, I pressed myself against the wall to hide.

They were talking in hushed tones. Byron said, “She always wears a walkman.”

“Maybe she isn’t,” Colin answered.

I wasn’t, the batteries had died half hour ago. Two exits. They came in one and I’m near the other but the main hall is the main hall and they were in it. I was stuck. Quietly I moved to the corner near the door. Squatting, I pulled myself as small as I could and held my breath.

Four horses lived in here and not one was quiet when breathing. Coco looked at me and stepped my way. I gave her a harsh look and waved my hands at her to go away. It didn’t matter.

“Hi Ann,” Byron said shyly over the wall. “Just get back?”

“Yep!” I put on a big fake smile and opened the stall door where they book ended each side. “Gotta get home for dinner! See you!”

Colin grabbed my arm, “Aren’t you going to say hi to me?”

“Oh? I didn’t, sorry. That was rude. Hi Colin. Gotta go.” I yanked my arm but nothing happened.

Smiling at me he said, “Dinner at four? I don’t think so.”

“I have to make dinner.”

He saw through the lie. “I think you could spend a little time with us.”

“I think you’re wrong.”

Suddenly Colin was behind me and before I knew what happened a bridle with a metal mouth bit was shoved over my head and forced in my mouth. It was a futile struggle but I put up a fight nonetheless. Within the battle I was carried/dragged into an empty stall and tossed onto a pile of clean hay.

“I can’t wait to fuck your stuck-up little pussy,” Colin growled as he tore at my clothes more than undressed me. Byron was pinning limbs as needed. “Ignoring me. You think you’re better than me you little slut? I’ll get the better of you humbled hard.”

Screaming over the bit only chipped my teeth and caused drool. It was hot out, I had ridden Coco until I was beat and now- my adrenaline just wasn’t there. Not when combating two hardon infused teen males with a tight, fresh pussy on the menu and no one to hear. I realized I needed to conserve my energy in case they gave me opportunity to escape or injure them. At the rate I was going I was afraid of passing out.

Lying bare on straw is uncomfortable. Sliver like pokes into my tender flesh. I was tough but everything felt amplified times ten. I was hyperaware of everything. Especially as I watched Colin remove his boots and jeans. This boy didn’t wear underwear, maybe it was a city thing. Didn’t matter, seeing that cock stick to his body like it was glued there I realized he was going to shove it into me. My untouched girlhood pulled tight at the thought.

Smiling, his blonde sleek hair shining with sweat like the rest of him, he forced his knees between my legs and slid in a finger, his eyes on mine the entire time. “Oooeee. Thought you country girls would be big from fucking your horses.” I glared. “Not you, of course not.” He grinned, it was demonic. “Gonna break you, little filly.”

Byron was quietly holding my arms above my head. I looked up at him but he was salivating over seeing me naked. His eyes on my triangle of black hair, then on my tits. He groped one-

“Not yet Byron. She’s mine first. This was my idea. Then you can have her. Do what you want while I watch later.” Byron obediently obeyed, nodding his head and returning to fulltime pinning duties.

“You ever get off?” Colin asked me as he rubbed my untouched clit. A small shock, like static, shot through my body making me buck. He laughed, “Guess not.” He was right. I'd never done any self-molestation. Applying light pressure, two fingers circled that little bump, quickly swelling it. I was gasping around the bit in my mouth.

“NO!” I tried to scream. It was obvious what I said but he ignored me.

He held up his palm and licked it slowly to give me a show. For some reason I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Either mesmerized or terrified of what he’d do- probably both.

He rubbed it around his cock and began to stroke it. I didn’t know much about dicks but I thought his looked more than average. It was almost two handfuls and I was sure I could barely close my fingers around it. He aimed it at my scared pussy and pushed.

“Oh shit Ann. You gonna let me in or not?” I didn’t know what to say, not that it would change anything. “Byron, even when I’m done with her you’re gonna have a hard time getting your fat log in her.” He smiled smarmily at me, “I’m going first because I thought of this but also because I’m afraid Byron will rip you to shreds.” He snorted, “Wait until you see the size of his dick. Ann, you’re going to beg me to save you.” Like I needed that. I was certain my pussy tightened even more. “FUCK! This might hurt me. Shit.” Lying down on me he tried to get himself in that way- I felt my muscles stretch but not giving enough to let him in. He sat up and grabbed my shins, his cock still in the cold. Pushing my legs onto my chest, then he pushed them apart. My cunt was pointing at the ceiling. “Ooo. Lookee that." His mocking country twang was making another appearance. "That’s one little hole you got there Ann. Don’t look like I’ll fit. I won’t but I’m going in anyway.” Aiming himself downward, his thumb pressed the tip of his cock down to me.

I was suddenly thrashing but my legs were weak from my ride, Colin easily kept me pinned. Byron had more of a struggle with my arms but he held his own.

My body felt his cock head push in- POP. Colin groaned as my cunt tried to bite it off. “Fuck Ann. Oh shit girl you’re gonna be the tightest lay of my fucking life.” He noted to Byron, “A day to remember.” Inch by inch he sank himself into my barely wet hole. “You are gonna be so sore tonight. Worse tomorrow. Won’t be able to ride a horse for a week I bet.”

That tender flesh was tearing as he pushed himself in. Biting down on the metal bit, spittle flew from my panting mouth as I gritted through the pain.

“Hurry up and fuck her,” Byron whined.

With that, Colin pumped slowly, “Uhhhhhhh, ahhh, yeah. So small. Damn it’s so small. Can’t even squeeze my own cock that hard.” He went faster, “Oooo Ann. Never fucked like this. Fucked the willing and the too willing but never made anyone.” Pistoning himself with mechanical precision he was almost out of breath. Looking at my glaring face with metal bits and leather straps through it he groaned. “Fuck. Gonna come.” Holding my shoulders, his very tall and long body hunched over mine. His back arched as he shuddered, shaking out the last drops.

Byron was off my arms and pulling him away, Colin fell to my side and rolled onto his back. I sat up, ready to run but Byron immediately laid himself on me. He undid his jeans with one hand the other tried to pin both my wrists. He got one, the other was shoving him away.

“Dammit Colin! Help me!”

Collin, balls and brain empty, crawled over and easily captured my arms. Holding them he bent forward and sucked my nipple which were hard with anger.

“Not enjoying this are you?” He asked lazily. I tried to kill him with my eyes. “I did. Fuck, I sooooo did. Be thankful I came in you. Byron’s big, he’s going to need the lube.”

Byron was blind with sinking himself into my raped hole. He never sat up and gave a proud show of his cock. He just shifted on top of me and found the come filled pussy with the tip of his dick.

I screamed as he tried to push into me. He actually winced, either from my ear piercing sound, guilt (doubtful) or getting crushed. He looked at Colin who laughed, “Dude, I broke her in best I could. Tightest pussy in history. Must be all that horseback riding.”

“Come on Ann,” Byron pleaded. What an idiot. “I don’t wanna hurt you. I wanna make you like me.” There was something incredibly childlike about his statement. He did want me to like it. He didn’t want to hurt me but he wanted me more than anything. All those hope filled floral bouquets set on my window- dreaming I’d catch him and beg him to come in my bed. It had to be his fantasy that I’d want him. Had to be.

To make the best of my current situation and put out the idea of shooting them with my shotgun later, I nodded and closed my eyes. Byron waited as I inhaled and exhaled slowly. Loosening my body. I really didn’t want to be shredded- that was a pain I wouldn’t be able to console. I already hurt, I couldn't imagine it being worse.

“Oh, good girl.” He said just like he does when he’s happy with one of the horses. “Such a good girl.” He even stroked my chest. At least he didn’t pat it. I think it was because he was suddenly distracted by my nipples. “Oh Ann,” he said kissing one of them, “you have such pretty titties. When you ride your nipples are always out. Showing through your shirt. But only when you ride.” He smiled at me, it was a gentle smile. “You look so pretty riding. So happy riding. Does it turn you on?” I shook my head. “But you like it?” I nodded. “Do you like me?”

I didn’t know how to answer. What I wanted to say was, ‘I didn’t mind you. Thought you wanted in my pants and sure as hell I was right but I never thought you’d rape me in a stall. Maybe ask me out or something but not this.’ Instead I glared at Colin. He smirked. So I looked back at Byron and putting on my best shy face, I looked away and nodded.

“Oh girl,” he said grinning, “I’m gonna love you right.” Leaning on his side, he slid his cock up and down the slit. “I’ll prove how much I like you. We can ride horses together and have sex in the woods. I can watch you ride. I love seeing you ride. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve..” he blushed and warily looked at an entertained Colin.

“Just fuck her buddy,” Colin patted his shoulder. “Talk later, fuck now.”

Averting his eyes from Colin and me, Byron shoved his cock against my pussy. It fucking killed, I screamed and tried to crawl away on my back. I didn’t get anywhere but Byron sat up a little.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. I’ll go slower.” Worry on his face, he kissed mine as I tried to talk. “What? I can’t- I can’t understand. Hold on.” He peeled the bridle off my head and the first thing I did was close my mouth a couple times.

“Thank- thank you.” I was gasping, relieved to be free of that steel. “I know you don’t want to hurt me Byron.” I made that up. “You’re too big.”

“But I want to fuck you. I have to now. I’ve touched it and..What if you got on all fours?”

“I don’t know.” I knew it was going to happen no matter what. I sought advice from the devil. “Colin, any suggestions on..I really don’t want to be ruined.”

“You won’t be ruined,” he shook his head. “All fours is usually what girls like with me.”

“Horse style,” Byron said. “I always thought my dick was small until Colin told me.”

Colin chuckled, “Yeah. You were comparing it to an animal that weighs a few hundred pounds. Not a fair match. But you’d give ponies a run for the money.”

Byron got up on his knees and I saw it.

“NO! No way! NO! No Byron! Not that thing! Too big! Way too big. Colin didn’t even fit!”

Colin spit, “He’s going to fuck you. We made a deal.” Seeing my defiance, he grabbed me and started to turn me over.

“NO! NO BYRON! DON’T LET HIM DO THIS! NOO!” As I screamed, Byron sat on his knees uncertain of what to do.

Colin hissed, “Put the bridle back on. Get that fucking bit in her mouth and then fuck her. DO IT BYRON!”

While Colin restrained me, Byron put it on as fast as he could. Even nervous he was still adept with horse equipment. My pleas fell on deaf ears, too much blood pounding in other parts of their bodies. They got my ass up high, my knees under my belly.

Head secured and bit pulling the corners of my mouth, I was too pissed to cry. Livid at them. Livid at the unfair advantage they had, the advantage they were taking.

“Come on Byron,” Colin sneered at him while he held my arms. “Fuck her!”

Byron was kneeling between my legs, gently nudging his hips to make room for himself. I leaned forward, pressing into Colin who shoved me back into Byron. I clawed at him, farm girl nails were short but I tried. Colin grabbed a blanket strap and wrestled with me until my elbows were tied secured to my waist. He lowered my face into his lap and pet my hair for a few seconds. Then he undid my ponytail and cleaned his cock with it.

“She has nice hair,” Byron said softly.

“Grab her hips and fuck her. Look at her Byron. She’s all yours. Can you see how pink her pussy is?”

“It’s red.” He lightly touched it. “Is there blood on your dick? I think you-“

“She’s a virgin. Of course she fucking bled. Now hurry up and fuck her Byron or I will. My cock is ready to rock again.”

I felt featherweight kisses on my thighs bordering my pussy. It was strangely soothing.

“Colin. Can I be alone with her?” Colin must have balked. “I want our first time together alone. At least for a minute.”

“Sure. A minute.” He got up and helped me up to sit on my knees where I was greeted with Byron’s arms around me, holding me from behind. “It’s not love Byron. It’s fucking.” Snickering to himself, Colin went out and waited.

Byron whispered in my ear, “It’s my first time too. I wish I had gone first but Colin said my..I was too big and would put you in the hospital or something.” He started kissing my neck while his hands held my breasts. “I like you Ann. You’re so pretty. I wish you’d be quiet so I could take that bit out and kiss you.”

I always knew he was a simpleton but this was too much. A crush turning into rape in the barn? Turning my head I decided to let him have everything. Why fight? I could always say I tried to make him happy. I don’t know. My mind was a mess. I just wanted to go home and take a shower and fall asleep forever.

A tug on the bridle let me know that I was being freed. A little. His long, strong fingers held my chin, “Don’t talk please. Just this one time. I promise Ann. I promise I won’t do it again.” His large nearly black  eyes were so full of yearning I found myself turning to him. Closing my eyes I waited.

“Oh. Ann. Thank you.” It was a gentle kiss. Nothing involving heavy breathing or panting. I’d seen Byron with the animals, he was gentle with them, it was just the way he looked at me that made me nervous. I realized that all his lust and longing had culminated into this. He had needed just the slightest push from someone like Colin.

His fingers twisting in my hair, his lips were soft. He had a habit of sliding a vitamin e stick over them several times a day. They were so soft I found myself kissing back. He inhaled, surprised at my response.

“Ann. Oh Ann I..” eyes wide, he promised, “I’ll be careful. So careful. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t like hurting living things. But I can’t..I need you. I need you so bad I can’t wait anymore. Okay?” I nodded making a smile burst over his lips. It was my turn to be wide eyed. “Do you want to do it this way? Horsey style or do you want to ride me?”

I stared at him, not sure. “What do you think would hurt less?”

“I don’t know.” His eyes were downcast. “I’d like to see your face our first time. I really want..”

“Okay, lie down.” He flopped onto the straw behind me and I turned on my knees. “Can you take this off?” I waved my arms. “I want to hold your-“

“Hands?” He asked eagerly.

“I was going to say shoulders but hands will do.” He took off the belt and I straddled him making him groan and close his eyes. “What?” Colin poked his head in, shocked at our position. “I didn’t hurt him.”

Gazing at me Byron said, “So many times I’ve seen you climb on a saddle and swing your leg like that. I’ve always wanted to be your saddle.” He confessed, “Ann, sometimes I sniff your saddle after you’re done riding. It smells so good.”

I couldn’t help it, I giggled. “You don’t!” He sheepishly nodded. Leaning forward, not wanting Colin to hear I whispered, “And now I’m going to ride you Byron.”

“Please. Oh please Ann.” His face was pinched with need. I took his cock in my hand, he sighed, “Oh. Oh Ann.” It was cute. Pressing it to my pussy entrance, I pushed myself down on him. It was tight and it hurt. Even the size of him in my hand seemed too large and the tip was narrow in comparison. He was more wedge than cock.

“You’re going to split me in half,” I hissed as I forced myself down him slowly. I really was afraid of things tearing but even if I tried to use my full weight on it I don’t think he’d go in.

“I’m sorry. Sorry Ann. I am.” He was- but not up to the point he was sorry enough to stop. Desire outweighed sorry.

Needing more pressure, I got on my feet and squatted. That finished the painful job. When my ass hit his pelvis he looked at me and groaned.

“Now what?” I asked myself aloud.

“Ride me like a gallop,” he said. I knew exactly what he meant. Leaning forward I was about to take hold of his shoulders when his hands found mine. Weaving our fingers together, he pulled them to his mouth where he giddily kissed them. “You’re hands are so little compared to mine.”

“So’s her cunt compared to your cock. Fuck him already.” Colin called over the half wall.

I started, rocking my hips, Byron’s dark eyes watched my face. “Okay?” I nodded. It was more than okay. He felt good. Very good. The pain was subsiding, becoming something else. “You feel so good. Knew you would. I hope you like me Ann. I’ve always liked you and now..today we’re having sex. Oh, you feel so good.” He sat up, his face in my breasts, he pulled our hands behind his back. “I want to kiss these.” As he sucked on my nipples like a happy puppy, I rode his cock feeling all sorts of wrong and delicious. After a couple minutes Byron looked up at me. “You’re going to make me come Ann.”

“Yeah,” I gasped and noticed Colin coming back in the stall.

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me Byron.” A jolt stole through me as I pressed his shoulders back, “Just lie down and let me ride you.”

Colin dropped to his knees beside us, watching the show. “Don’t deny it Ann. Your pussy loves Byron’s cock. Doesn’t it?”

Byron looked at me with hope, “Does it?”

“Yeah. I think so. I don’t know this is all too new.”

Eyes wide, he grabbed my hips. “Colin! I want her to come. What do I do?”

“I think she’ll come next time.” He looked at Byron and it was a gaze I’d never seen before. “I think she’ll come while I fuck you.”

“Okay,” Byron said, “we made a deal.” Astonished at them, I stopped moving. “Come on Ann, please. I’m close.”

I rode him harder, aghast at the show I’d be getting soon. It was no surprise Colin was bisexual- or maybe he was in the trial phase. But Byron? That was a shock.

Byron unraveled our fingers to  hold my hips, his eyes peering at my triangle of hair that pumped him in and out. “Faster Ann. Please.”

I did. My pussy had contributed moisture of its own now, saturating Byron’s thick meat with an ample coating. “Byron,” I gasped. “How soon?”

“In a second.”

I whined and hurried, my come was looming- I wasn’t sure until Bryon’s strong hips suddenly thrusted upward into me. Such a wild grunt tore through him that I cried out and felt a rush of fluid spray from my pussy onto his pelvis. I was exhausted as my body flailed aimlessly. Byron rolled me carefully onto my back and fucked me hard, pumping his come deep into me as he chanted my name. Once the last ribbon of mess filled my broken in hole, he rolled onto his back again, pulling me on top of him.

“Oh Ann. You okay? Did I hurt you? You okay?” I was too busy trying to breathe and realize I came like a trained whore.

Colin was whistling through his teeth. “Fuck me. Ann’s a fountain.”

Byron was kissing my face, his hands rubbing my back. “You okay Ann? Talk to me. Ann? You okay?”

“She’s fine,” Colin reassured him. “Congrats Byron. You made her come so hard she passed out. You did good.”

I had to agree with the ‘did good’ and the ‘passed out’ part was also accurate. I couldn’t move or say a thing.

“Ann?” Byron was holding my limp head in his hands. “You okay sugar? Did I do good? Is Colin right?”

It took four tries before I could push out a, “Yeah.”

Byron’s face lit up. Full of pride. “I did?” I tried to smile and he saw it. “Oh Ann. I’m so glad. So glad sugar.” He rolled on top of me and pecked kisses all over my face and chest. “You feel so good. Even now when I’m all done.” He paused, thinking a moment. “Wait. I think.. Oh. I’m hard again. I can do all the work. You just lie there sugar and I’ll-“

“What about me?” Colin asked threateningly. “What do I do?”

Byron could care less about Colin, he wanted me again. I didn’t know if I’d survive it.

“Whatever you want Colin.” Colin grinned making Byron roll his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You can do it now.”

“I want her on her knees and you fucking her while I fuck you,” Colin demanded.

“I don’t think she can hold that. She’s so tired.” He was gently holding my forearm, watching it flop loosely as he shook it.

“Put something under her.” Colin went to the wall and pulled off a saddle and some blankets. “Here.”

Byron tenderly pulled away, sighing sadly when his cock popped out. It was adorable how he looked like someone held his favorite candy ransom to make him do chores. He made sure the blankets were thick, not wanting to hurt me.

“It’s okay sugar,” he said as he lifted me carefully from the floor. I helped as much as I could knowing he was trying his best to make me comfortable. “Here.” Bent over the saddle and pile of blankets it was much softer than I thought.

“Get your cock in her. I can’t wait anymore. Fuck. I still can’t believe how hard she came.”

Before he pressed himself back in me, Byron kissed my spine. It was tender and perfect. Goosebumps showered my skin and he chuckled, “I tickled you.” He was chasing them away with kisses and strokes with his rough skinned hands when Colin had had enough.

He thudded to his knees behind Byron. “Bend over you fucking country bumpkin.”

“Just a second. I’m kissing my girl.” His hands slid under my chest, I raised myself up a little giving him better access. He noticed. “Yeah, my sugar. Come here Ann, give me another kiss before I love you again.” Twisting, I reached for him, the kiss was hotter than the last one. Maybe me coming changed the flavor of things. I don’t know but I know I liked kissing him.

“You have nice lips Byron,” I said quietly making him beam. “You kiss nice too. You..you touch me nicely too.”

Pressing his full lips against my ear he asked, “Do you like me inside you?” I nodded, not wanting Colin to hear. “Oh good Ann. So good.” His hand was on my belly, holding me in place, the other was fishing for my hole with his cock. “I like it too. Never thought I’d be in you Ann. Always wanted to..but you always looked like you didn’t like me.”

“You scared me.”

“Me? Scary? Why would you think of me as-“ his cock slid home, knocking the words from our mouths. We were instantly moaning. “Ann. Oh Ann. You like me too.” He pumped upwards. “Oh sugar.” Hugging me to him he swirled his cock in me. I could hardly breathe it felt so good.

Colin shoved Byron forward, I went with. I heard Colin spit, then spit again. Then I felt his hand swipe my labia, brushing Byron’s nuts which were bunched between my pussy lips and him. Enough lube on his cock, he began his entry into Byron.

“Think about fucking your sugar Byron. Think of her sweet little pussy and how happy it is with you in it. Congrats on your new relationship by the way. I think you make a fine fucking pair.” Byron grunted, but he was tough as Colin forced his way into Byron’s virgin asshole. “Almost as tight as your girl’s cunt.” Byron groaned in my ear, he wasn’t humping me but bracing. Getting accustomed to the cock in his ass.

Gripping my shoulders tight, Byron grunted again, I snipped, “Be careful with him Colin!” Byron kissed his thanks on the back of my head.

I could feel Colin fucking Byron. The sounds he made this time were different. Deeper as if fucking a male made him even more manly. “Feel that Byron? It should feel good. Feels good to me. Felt good when my friend did it to me.”

“Are you all right Byron?” I asked. He was no longer tense- he was trying to enjoy himself. “Byron?”

“Yeah. Feels good. But I’m trying not to come. I don’t want to come yet. My cock feels so hard right now. Like I’m going to burst.”

“Get up Byron, on your knees," I suggested, "It may relieve the pressure a little.”

“But I want to hold you.”

“I want to fuck you,” I answered and he immediately sat up. Colin fucking his ass, I was on the other side, my energy returned. Backing myself up I sawed forward and backward, fucking myself on Byron.

“Oh Ann! You look so good. I can watch my cock go in and out of your pussy.”

Colin reached around me and yanked the saddle from the floor. “You know what Byron. Give yourself a real show. Put this on her and the bridle.”

“What?” I was about to ask but the bridle bit was in my mouth again. I didn’t fight, I wanted to give Byron a show. Reins in his hands, he slid the saddle over my back. It hurt my shoulder blades but I kept quiet.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Byron gasped. “You look so good Ann. So good.”

Colin took the reins and smacked my ass with them. “Giddyup. Ride ‘em cowgirl.”

I pummeled myself on his cock. Fucking myself wildly as Byron would occasionally tug on the reins, or whap my ass with the ends of them.

“Fuck her good,” Colin growled. “Fuck us both.”

I could only envision Byron between the two of us. Forward and backward his body rushed to and fro. Filling and being filled. Colin was leaning back on his knees, watching Byron work hard. Byron loved seeing his crush turned lover wearing leather, riding her like he always wanted.

Around the bit it was hard to scream but I did. My orgasm nearing. Hearing this I felt Byron stutter and heard Colin grunt. It would be a messy come.

Colin was hollering, “Coming in the cowboy!”

It was a common error. Byron wasn’t a cowboy but he worked with animals- neither one of us noticed. In Colin’s last brutal thrusts that met Byron’s- he must have hit the button just right. I felt Byron’s come hit my inner wall hard, he lurched so viciously spit glimmered over his top lip. My climax was there but he stopped thrusting. Unable to breathe.

“No!” I yelled around the bit. Giving up my pout I took action and began to fuck Byron who was sitting on Colin’s lap, the two were finishing their climax. I tore the bridle off my head and shrugged off the saddle. My efforts were easily doubled without the gear.

“Come Ann." He assisted my hips with his strong hands. "I’m sorry. Come sugar. Make yourself come. I’m here.”

Of course he was there- I was fucking him stupid. Hair flying and body shining with sweat, I was grunting, "Byron. Oh god Byron. You- you-" His hands slid up my torso. The moment he squeezed my swinging nipples I came. Another shot sprayed out my cunt and over his lap, dripping onto Colin beneath him.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Colin groaned. “Get off me you two.” He pushed Byron up and away and as tired as Byron must have been he pulled me to him, curling himself around my back. “Ugh. Soaked me.” Colin wasn’t really disgusted, he was glad.

Byron’s long arm reached for a blanket and spread it before me. Kneeling, he lifted me and laid me on it, curling behind me again.

“Go home Colin,” he said. “Ann and I are taking a nap.” Without a word Colin grabbed his clothes and disappeared. “Ann?” He was feeding his softening dick into my dripping pussy.

“Huh?” I said, half asleep but shifted to allow his cock to slide in all the way. He hugged me, both of us content with his placement.

“Can we go riding together tomorrow?”

“Who’ll be wearing the saddle- the horse or me?”

Chuckling softly in my ear Byron said, “Either one as long as I’m there with you.”

 

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