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SLUT SAMANTHA 15
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CHAPTER 15: ABSTINENCE

I heard the Apache Nation arriving from the sounds of tires crunching on the loose gravel in the yard in front. The past several weeks since Albert included Jim Standing Bear and Henry White Wolf in our sexual play had been the success he had hoped for. Not only did they quickly become comfortable in seeing me naked and teasing them, but their understanding that the play they were now included in should not jeopardize the completion times of projects had the side benefit of the projects being completed ahead of schedule.

Our inclination regarding the 2 Indians was proven out in their professionalism in their work and their propriety in the way they engaged with both of us. Spending such time with them, together and separately, I came to feel close to them and they to us. People come up with nicknames for friends and mine for them became “Apache Nation”, Bear, or Wolf. They were receptive and the discussion of Indian, Native American, or Apache became a topic of discussion. They refused to commit that their opinions were shared by all in the tribe, but they felt many did share them.

Such terms and identification, in their minds, is just so much political nuance that might over time stick or irritate. For them, Native American is an irritation. Yes, ‘Native’ is a concession to the reality that their ancestors were original inhabitants of these lands; but, ‘American’ is a term that has no reference to the original relationship, since America was a name given by Europeans. Indian to them is like referring to someone else as white, black, Hispanic, Asian, or Oriental; it is a regional identifier, only. They were Apache like other people might be German, English, French, or Chinese. More specifically, they were Aravaipa Apache which was a specific definer of tribal region and life. I was both surprised and appreciative that these ambitious and prideful men related strongly to their heritage and were proud of it. Though they had their business address in Lonely for practical business reasons, they remained living on the reservation and were recognized as part of a group intent to be identified by the proud, independent, and nomadic ancestry of the Aravaipa Apache and all Apache, for that matter. They had taken me to the Tribal Resource Center and it became a matter of interest to me because it was important to them.

This morning was no different than many in the recent past, except for me. Since including them, I had made it a habit of greeting them on the porch with mugs of fresh coffee … naked, of course. Today, Albert greeted them as they knocked on the screen door and were told there was coffee in the kitchen. They found me at the sink cleaning up from our breakfast. Not only did I not greet them or have coffee poured for them, I also was not naked. I was wearing one of the dresses Albert has me wearing when I am wearing anything around the yard or house.

The guys have spent the past couple days at another job site, finishing it up, then returned here to put the finishing touches on our bedroom project yesterday afternoon when I was away in Tucson shopping for some furnishings. That sequence played well in Albert’s plans.

I gave them a curt, “Morning”, which even surprised me when it came out, and took them back.

I busied myself, not turning around or giving them any additional recognition or greeting. I heard Wolf’s response whether really to me or to Albert, “Did we offend you somehow?”

When I did not immediately answer, Albert did, “Excuse her, she can get quite surly when she has been without her customary orgasms.” I turned around and glared at him, my wet, soapy hands on my hips, soaking my dress in the process.

I huffed and turned my back on them, “He is being mean to me.” It sounded almost like a whine in the attempt for them to confront the school-yard bully.

Albert, “Don’t be like that. I explained this to you.” But, I did not respond.

Today was the final inspection of the work inside the house. The remaining projects we agreed on were now down to some maintenance on the barn (too much for Albert) and the replacement of the fencing on the north side of the property. They refilled their mugs and led Albert on a review of the work they had completed. As they walked out of the kitchen, I heard Bear enquire further about me. I heard muffled conversation as they walked away and I knew Albert was explaining the situation.

Albert took the bold step of initiating a course of action I had underestimated at the time. He directed a period of sexual abstinence for me, but that meant by association it was for him, also. We both knew that the effect of a period of abstinence would be far more impactive on me than him. There were not too many days I was without sex, at least from Harley. He did not seem to mind at all when I started menstruating; in fact, it seemed to have a heightening effect on his hormones.

The period of abstinence, as directed by Albert, would be for 57 hours, starting at midnight 2 days ago, and ending at 9:00 AM this morning. He had it timed to end after the walk-through inspection with the Apache Nation. Albert directed the abstinence. It was not a discussion or acceptance for me. He directed it. At the time, I accepted it as he stated it. I still did. I also begrudged it. 57 hours. It had now been 56 hours and 35 minutes. I finished up in the kitchen, checked the time, for the hundredth time, then went to the back patio and called for Harley. I wanted him close by.

With 12 minutes to go, I moved down the hallway, glanced into the guest bedroom where they were looking at the remodeling work required in it when our master closets were enlarged, taking a little of the guest room in the process. Albert glanced at the door as I passed, smiled, and the others turned with looks of concern. I had been sharp and abrupt earlier. I trusted Albert to have explained. I would apologize in my own way.

I entered our bedroom and stripped out of the simple dress, checked my hair in the mirror and grunted at the foolishness. How my hair looked would be of little significance in … checking the alarm clock … in 7 minutes. I raised the pillows and pulled the bedspread and top sheet down to the foot of the bed. I folded both on the carpet, making a couple feet of cushioning next to the bed. It might make an excellent place to be kneeling if the situation required it.

I looked around the room, moved to the door and flipped the switch for the ceiling fan, then adjusting the speed at the fan to medium. I checked the alarm clock … 4 minutes.

It was not lost on me what Albert had intended for me to experience. This was not some form of pretending on his part of dominance and submission, controller and follower. That was not who he was and it was not who I was. We already agreed on that, despite my feelings to the contrary with Nick. He showed me that being a slut did not require me to be submissive or something I could not have control over. He was here to help me, not to control me. And, it had a remarkable easing of my spirit. I did not need to be anything but who I was, just who I was. I enjoyed sex. I wanted sex. I wanted it in new ways, different cocks, different circumstances and situations and ways. But, having a home base was good, too. Now, my home base had the potential of 3 men and a****ls.

Yes, I knew what Albert was doing, what my experience should be. My surliness, irritability, edginess were the indicators; he wanted me to feel desperate for sexual release, primed for whatever might happen, to be in a state of mind of taking anything for that release. But, he did it in a safe environment in my home base.

I lay on the bed in the center, my arms folded behind my head, my legs spread wide. I waited. I looked … 1 minute. Really?!? Is he timing this perfectly? Even that was adding to my pent-up tension. I heard them in the hallway, Albert in the doorway, the Apache Nation behind him, their heads showing above his shoulders.

“I had to twist their arms, but I think I convinced them to stay for a while.” Albert can try to be funny sometimes. It is an acquired taste. But, I suddenly saw him lurch forward as Bear hit his shoulder with a friendly poke. Bear was not taking any chances, wanting to make sure I knew they were very eager.

I tried to smile and appear encouraging, but I was not sure it came across until my words, “Someone better get naked. I have been without for 57 hours. Another minute and someone is going to have claw marks on their body from me getting their clothes off!” I smiled in spite of it. Express something clearly with full meaning and you can get amazing results.

Albert was a little slower than the Bear and Wolf. But, then again, he had the intention of letting them be first, anyway. I gazed at each of them, or more specifically at their crotches. I pointed at Wolf and gave him the come here signal of my index finger curling toward me repeatedly. Of the 3 of them, he was the hardest and hard enough to penetrate me. Which was exactly what I needed right now … being penetrated. He looked nervously at the others but did not hesitate much beyond that and knelt onto the bed edge and made his way to me. I put my arms out to him with my hands over the space between my legs, directing him there. I leaned forward and touched his shoulders, guiding him up my body before moving my hands to the side of his head and pulling him in for a kiss, his naked body coming to rest on my naked body. The touch of him, his naked body over mine, his hardening cock against my crotch, his mouth on mine, and his tongue probing my mouth as our tongues went back and forth, all of it causing me to shiver with excitement. I moaned and sighed at the physical contact from my crotch to my mouth. I felt, again, the power of what Albert had prepared for me to experience.

I groaned into his mouth, gasping as our mouths shifted for position against each other. “I want … you … to fuck … me. God … yessssss …” I pushed his face inches from mine, my eyes were aflame with desire and lust and need, “I do not … oh ggggodddddd … do not want you to … make love … to me. I illegal bahis siteleri want to be … fucked!”

His eyes were searching mine, but one of his hands had left me and moved between our bodies to where our crotches were. He raised his hips into the air, inches maybe, but enough for his hand to go between us. His mouth reclaimed mine and we mashed our mouths together as if our passion would be realized at that union of our bodies. But, I felt him … felt his hard cock being moved along my wet, dripping slit, my hungry, aching pussy. I felt it being moved up and down along and between my lips, lips that easily parted at the pressure exerted by the head of his cock. I felt the head hit my hole and he paused, but just a moment. A moment long enough to raise his face from mine and gaze into my eyes, a crazy smile forming on his lips, a wicked twinkle in his eyes.

What he did next was exactly what I told him I wanted, but even though his cock was position at my opening, even though I had told him what I wanted, it took me by surprise. He did not enter me as every other time he had with ease, caring, and consideration. He did what I told him I needed. His cock head poised at my opening, the head just between my inner lips, he thrust his hips at me, his cock not just entering me, but his cock propelled into me, deeply and fully, our pelvic bones jammed together in a brutal initial assault.

I cried out and moaned, sighed and gasped. I sucked in air and it became lost in my lungs, my body and mind separated. My body started shivering, then shaking. My arms clamped around his neck, pulling my chest and head up into his. My mouth was open and my lungs full, but I was not breathing. My orgasm erupted from inside my pussy where his cock had jammed itself in. My nipples tingled. My toes curled. My fingers dug into his strong neck and shoulders. I clung to him as if I thought I might fall apart if I was not holding something to keep me together.

As realization again came to me, he was fucking me strongly, powerfully, urgently. I released my death grip on him and wrapped my legs around his waist. He raised himself to his arms and slightly raised himself with his knees to take advantage of my raised hips. He plowed into me. His cock pulled out of my pussy, then thrust back into me. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but as my mind continued to clear, I realized it was true. My orgasm had released my body and, especially, my pussy. He was pulling his cock completely outside me, then plowing back into my gaping hole.

His eyes caught mine and I pulled his face back to me, smothering him with more kisses. His fucking became more sharp, urgent. He thrust deep into me, then ground his pelvis into mine, seeking to press another fraction of an inch into me. I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, eyes filled with crazed lust and desire and need. And, I knew. I felt it in him as he thrust into me. I felt it in the muscles of his lower back and hips as I held to him with my legs. I felt it in the new throbs and jerks of this cock clamped by the walls of my pussy. I felt it in my soul.

He was about to climax … and I was about to join him! Another orgasm in the same fuck! Oh, god! Albert, I love you!

He inched his knees up, gaining some extra point of stability to finish and I pulled my groin tight to him, ready for everything had left to give me. It felt like his cock stroking fast and deep inside my clenched and soaked channel was igniting a fire inside me, a fire radiating heat up into my body. My nipples were hard and sensitive nubs rubbing against his chest as he thrust and pressed. His eyes focused on mine and mine on his.

I glared at him, lust that was previously unknown to me and I growled at him, “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Cum in me and make me cum, too.” That was what he did. He pulled his cock outside me, his eyes holding mine, and he thrust with his incredible strength into me, pressing his body against mine, his cock head deep in me … and he came. His spurt was an impressive load into me. And, I came, too. I felt his seed filling my body and my pussy clamped down and quaked around his cock. I cried out and held him to me, my legs and arms around him as if we were a strange single form.

It was minutes … how many I did not know … before it began to occur to me that I should release him from my hold. It was more minutes before I actually did release him. By that time, his cock was growing limp … growing limp seems like an oxymoron … and his cock had nearly softened to the point of slipping out of me, when he rolled to his back, his hand patting my hip.

“My god, woman … I thought you might suck the life right out of me.”

I rolled over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You were wonderful, thank you.” I slinked down his body and took his limp cock into my mouth, sucking and licking our juices from it. I rolled back and raised my shoulder by propping myself on my elbows and looked over to Bear and Albert. “Which one of you is next?”

Albert pushed Bear to the bed, “Wear her out some; she might give me a heart attack right now.”

“No, my dear Albert, I would never do that. Not the man who devised such a devious plan for my enjoyment.” I looked at Bear, “I think you are correct, though. Come to me, Bear …” He gave me a smile, but I could tell he was wondering how he could possibly top what he had just witnessed. He lay his body over mine as Wolf rolled off the side of the bed. I kissed Bear deeply, then put my mouth to his ear and I whispered, “Do not worry, my strong warrior. Albert had me primed to explode. But, I want you to fuck me, too. We will have plenty of opportunity for considerate loving other times. My only question is, what position should we use?”

He returned me a smile that grew in confidence. “Doggy.” He kissed me and raised his body off me, sitting back on his heels and watched me move into position. From behind me, “Wow … you’re still really turned on.”

I looked over my shoulder at him, but also glancing at Albert, blowing him a kiss, too. “Yes, but what caused you to say that?”

“Your pussy … it’s pulsing as if it needs something in it more.”

I chuckled and heard Albert laugh, “Then put something in it.”

He did not waste any more time with talk, he moved up to my hips, his hands first touching them, then his thighs bumping mine before I felt his cock being rubbed up and down my slit. I felt him push his cock between my legs, gliding over my clit, and I shivered, releasing a sigh and low moan. One of his hands slid from my hip up my back to my shoulder, then rotated underneath me to grab a hanging breast as I felt his cock head probe along my slit until it was at my opening. Once in position, he leaned forward slightly and I thought the penetration would happen, but it did not. Instead, the head parted me and inched, if that much, between my inner lips, but his hands were both firmly grasping my breasts. He mashed them in his big, strong hands, then grabbed them as handles, pulling me back and him forward, my messy pussy pulled over the length of his cock. Again, in a single movement, his cock was buried deep inside me.

His hands moved back along my sides to my hips as he slowly pulled his cock back so it felt like the head was the only part still in. Then, with his hands firmly grasping the top of my hips, he pulled and pushed, strongly pulling my body onto his cock and pushing his cock into me. The impact resulting from the combined action was significant. My body vibrated. By breasts swung wildly. He leaned onto my back, buried deep, kissed me between my shoulder blades, my long hair having been thrown over my shoulders by our action.

His voice was quiet, but strong, manly, and controlled. “You want to be fucked, Samantha? Do you want to be fucked like a slut? Like the slut and dog-bitch you are?”

Ohhh, yessss, my mind screamed. He or any of them have never talked to me like that, called me those names. “YEEESSSSS! Fuck me as your slut! You can love me as Samantha other times.” I heard talk from behind us, exclamations and responses. I partially ignored them, but they were there, just as I was here acting like a slut in front of them.

“What’s gotten into her? Is this really the result of 57 hours of no sex?” Wolf’s curiosity reflected the previously unspoken interest.

Albert’s chuckle was immediate. “Psychological. As much as she enjoys and engages in sexual acts around here and with some others, she doesn’t on a level of developing a dependency on the feelings from orgasm. In fact, sometimes she doesn’t even orgasm. The horses and sometimes the ram. Or, when she is simply sucking cock or eating pussy. No, going without for 57 hours or longer would not be a physical dependency for her … at least, not yet in her life. No, it was in her head. It wasn’t that she didn’t have sex, it was that she knew she couldn’t. Everywhere she went around here she was reminded of sexual encounters: me, Harley, the ram, the boar, the horses, you guys, her vibrating egg and anal bullet. I am sure she started thinking about other encounters with others. No … her mind did this to her, I simply initiated the condition.”

“Devious.”

“I’d say she is enjoying the effect it had on her …” If my mind had been able to fully process everything my ears funneled to it, I would have agreed … I was definitely enjoying it.

As my orgasm on Bear’s cock came over me, I dropped to the bed, his strong hands holding my hips in the air as he continued to plow his cock powerfully into me. It was only moments after I started shaking in an orgasm that he pressed hard against me, his cock deep and he too climaxed, his seed shooting in great spurts into my body, joining that of Wolf and the secretion of my own body.

He lay his body over mine, a hand moving my hair from my neck, which received his kisses, then his soft voice in my ear. “You are the most amazing woman I have ever come to know. Wolf and I will be here for you and Albert for any reason you need us. This is far beyond the sexual. I hope you understand that.”

I reached over my shoulder and touched his head, “My dear man … that is the reason you canlı bahis siteleri are lying on top of me.” He flinched his hips, moving his spent but still hard cock inside me. “Yes … and your seed inside me.”

He slowly backed his cock out of me and I turned to lick and suck the combined fluids of the morning from his cock.

I rolled to a sitting position on the bed as Bear moved off. I looked at Albert, my right hand extended and curling my index finger to him. Albert spoke to Bear as they all looked down at me, cum leaking from my gaping pussy as I sat cross-legged on the bed.

“Did you take some of the steam out of her?”

“I’m not sure …” I watched as he put a hand on Albert’s shoulder and nudged him toward me, “Good luck … at least, it will be a great way to go …” He and Wolf burst out laughing, though Albert’s face still reflected some concern. Despite what his face might be reflecting, though, his cock was hard and standing up proudly, which flagged my attention compared to the soft cocks on either side of him.

I was still using my finger to give him the ‘come hither’ gesture, a provocative smile on my face and my eyes still twinkling. “Come into my web …”

He groaned but knelt on the edge of the bed, “Said the spider to the fly …”

I giggled and lay him on his back. “I will do all the work, you just enjoy.” I kissed him on the lips as my right leg swung over his mid-section. “I need you to be around for a long time.”

He looked up into my eyes, “Thank you …” I grasped his cock and moved it along my gaping pussy to my hole, “… for being here, a part of my life.” I fell down onto his cock in one swift motion, burying him deep. “Ohhhhhh … myyyyyyy … ggggoodddddddd …” I smiled down at him, but his eyes were closed, his mouth open, grunting each time I dropped to bounce on his upper thighs.

I supported myself above him. Well, I supported most of myself above him. My arms were braced into the bed alongside his shoulders, but my ass rose, then impacted his hips and thighs as I dropped back down, each time his cock pulling out most of the way, then being driven back deep inside me. He moaned and groaned, but I did, too.

I grasped one of his hands and brought it up to my breast. He grasped it at contact. I smiled down at him, my smile soft and my eyes welcoming, but determined. “Make yourself useful, I will do the rest.”

As my hips continued to move up and down on his cock, he used his free hand to pull my head to his and kiss me. Then, that free hand grasped my other breast and he pushed me back up to a sitting position. He alternately released my breasts and stroked my thighs and sides, but watching my wildly swinging and bouncing breasts, then regaining hold of them or capturing the nipples and teasing them with pinches, twists, and pulls.

I was adding my own alternating effects, too. I used a motion of vertical rising and dropping so our main contact was cock inside pussy, but sometimes I switched to a slanted motion that had my clit striking his pelvic bone, or grinding my pussy on his groin, not really rising much, but pulling my pussy along his body, grinding my clit along his pubic hair and pelvis. It all combined as our individual variations played against or on top of each other in a multitude of combinations.

Before I knew it, my actions became frenzied and desperate as my next impending orgasm made itself known and I wanted badly to bring Albert along with me. But, I had little to fear on the score. I saw him biting his lower lip, his eyes clenched tight. He was holding himself back, wanting me to cum, again.

I leaned forward, my fucking still as wild and pounding, and I kissed him. With my lips touching his, “Let yourself go, my love … I am there, too.” His eyes opened and I could see his need to cum burning in them. I smiled with my own eyes, “I love you for wanting to hold off, but I am … am … going to … cum now! Please … please cum with … cum with me!” Neither one of us was disappointed. My pussy clamped tightly around him as my orgasm took hold of me. I felt my body spasm around him, my 4th orgasm so far. Then, he raised his hips up against me, lifting me as he pressed into me harder. His first spurt into my pussy caused me to peak, again.

We held each other through our mutual orgasms. This one was far less intense for me but made the more satisfying by sharing it with Albert.

I rolled to the side, his cock slipping from my pussy, which was again gaping with more semen leaking from it. I sighed, grasped alongside our bodies until I found his hand and pulled it up and onto my chest, then to my mouth where I kissed the back of his hand.

He rolled onto his side and looked at me, “Well, are you sated, yet?”

I sat up and moved off the bed. “Not likely!” I pointed out the bedroom door, “To the patio.” I heard Wolf mumble to Bear something like he bet it was Harley’s turn, followed by a mumbled agreement by Bear. I stopped at the door, letting the others proceed down the hall while I turned to Albert. “Can you find the lubricating gel?” He smiled in that understanding way and turned to the nightstand.

I detoured to the kitchen for the pitcher of iced tea and 4 tumblers with ice. As I was leaving the kitchen, I heard Albert yell and whistle for Harley. He knew exactly why we were going to the patio.

I went around the table filling glasses while Harley sat attentively barely out of my way. I looked down at him as I moved and each time his tail started wagging with anticipatory excitement. With all the glass filled, I took a long drink from mine, then turned to Harley. He rushed to me, sitting with his front paws only inches from my toes. I laughed and moved to the closest lounge chair, pulling the long cushion off and laying it on the ground. Now Harley was really going crazy. There were rituals, habits, patterns of how things happen and for Harley these actions meant only one thing. And, he was correct, this time, too.

I knelt on the cushion without bothering to look back at the men. They had their turn at me, now it was Harley’s turn. But, I was not done with them yet, either.

I patted the cushion in front of me and Harley quickly lay on his side. I moved his leg up and he rolled partially to his back where his leg remained out of the way. Like I said, there were patterns to how things worked in his world.

Unlike with most other dogs and a****ls, with Harley, I am able to move right into sexual play, much like with a man. My tongue tip licked precum already forming at the end of his pointed, reddish cock poking from his sheath. The more I licked, the more cock was exposed from the sheath. Soon, I was able to take the end of his cock between my lips and gently sucked at the precum, once again tasting my canine lover. I pushed my mouth over his emerged cock until my lips contacted his furry sheath. Down and up, my mouth worked over his exposed cock until more and more of his cock was in my mouth before contacting his sheath. At that point, I shifted my position, raising up to my hands and knees, and turning so my ass was closest to him.

I glanced up at the guys, a smile spreading across my face as I recognized their rapt attention to what Harley and I were preparing for. The guys have seen Harley and me together many times since we included them in our sexual play, but it never seemed to be taken casually by them. Someday, perhaps, I will include them in my play with other of the a****ls. I wonder what their reaction would be to seeing me under the boar or goat or horse?

Harley was on my back without even sniffing me, indicating his desire was high, too. Then I remembered that my abstinence over that 2 days impacted him, too. It is one thing for him to be without when I am not at the ranch, but entirely different when he has to go without me and I am at the ranch. How does he understand why I am there, but not available to him? Rejecting his advances those 2 days was as hard on me, just seeing the confusion in his manner.

His cock made its initial penetration guided with my hand, then he thrust hard and urgently. His initial grip of his forelegs around my waist relaxed as he repositioned himself on me, pulling me back further onto his cock as he thrust himself deeper into my pussy. His grip around my waist tightened and his very familiar, strong, and aggressive fucking took over our union. I grunted and gasped. I moaned. I bit my lower lip and held my breath. I did it all under the onslaught of his powerful fucking. I didn’t need to tell this one that I wanted to fucked, not loved. This one, my canine lover, fucks me that way all the time.

I braced my body, my knees spread, my hands firmly planted on the cushion to present a stable, fuckable target for him. But even so, even with my intention to be a firm body underneath him to drive his cock into, his pounding forced me to readjust my hands as my body made a slow forward motion from the relentless assault. Through my grunting and gasps from the attack on my pussy, the smile forming at my mouth showed my pleasure and enjoyment. His furry body pounding into my hips, rubbing over my back, his snout panting over my left shoulder, and the occasional drip of drool from his efforts wetting my hair and shoulder are all stimulating physical signals of this a****listic union. The physical sensations away from the cock in pussy can be as telling of this action: the a****l on you, the drool, the scratches from claws or hoofs, and the soft or rough fur against the skin.

His knot bumping into my pussy opening on the outside broke through and reminded me of the most significantly trying and enjoyable part of canine mating: the knot. If I had tried to be a firm object for his fucking before, I redoubled that effort now. My hands moved a foot or so in front of me and my hips shifted slightly back, all to increase a position of strength to resist his powerful thrusts. His need now was changed from fucking me to entering me and completing the breeding function. His trigger for seeding his bitch is achieving the tie. And, for this bitch, the tie is a separate and distinct mechanism for pleasure that drives me to desire the knot embedded bahis firmaları in me as much as his instinctual need to accomplish it.

My pussy opening was being stretched deliciously, each thrust was forcing it open more and more. After being aggressively fucked by the guys already, my opening was more pliable than normal and the effort and work to force the knot inside was reduced. But I still cried out when my opening suddenly stretched fully to allow its passage into me, the cock and knot making a squishy sound as my vaginal canal soaked in cum already became filled with canine meat.

My head sank to the cushion, my hair covering my face and much of my arms, as his urgent, abbreviated thrust into me continued. His whimpering was drowned out by my more vocal sounds, but I heard them and felt the change of his cock and knot inside me as I sensed the pending completion of our fucking when his seed would fill my pussy. Of course, the completion of seeding me was only the first part of the end of him breeding me. Then, the knot traps the seed inside me to allow the inseminating sperm to find their way through the cervix and into the womb and the mass assault on the egg waiting there. The thought sends a shiver through my body and my rising orgasm crashes over me. My pussy clamps in contraction around the cock and knot inside me, my body shakes and my mouth hands open, neither taking in air or expelling it. His cock throbs once, twice and again before I feel the first spurt of his seed into my body and the image of his seed in a frantic race to find my egg returns to my mind and my body convulses in a quaking physical reaction of my orgasm.

It is a full minute, at least, with Harley turned on me and after a couple of tries by him to test the security of the knot that I raise my upper body from the cushion. I recover my bearings and my place in the world and locate the guys who are again sporting hard cocks, each held by slowly stroking fists.

“Albert …” my voice came out weak and shaky, “… now, please.” I look to his right, “Bear should be first, this time.” That is all I say and Bear is confused as to what is expected of him, but Albert knows exactly. We have done this before.

I drop my head back to the cushion as Albert nudges Bear’s shoulder, grabs the tube of lubricating gel and moves to Harley and me. Bear follows but is still bewildered until he sees Albert apply a large glob of gel to his first 2 fingers and smooth it over my asshole, which causes me to mew and wiggle my butt. Albert grabs Bear’s hand, applies some into it, then he uses more to push into my anus. Bear sees what is happening but is still not in acceptance as his hand begins to spread the gel over his cock head. By the time Albert steps away from me, Bear’s attention is singularly focused on my tightest bodily opening smeared with shiny gel.

He looks from my ass to Albert who is standing by my head, “Now? You mean with Harley still inside her?” I cannot see Albert’s reaction, but I know he just smiles because there is nothing verbal related.

I turned my head toward him, still only able to see his naked legs that are alongside me. “Have you ever participated in a double-penetration?”

“No.”

I chuckle, “Well, I want you to now. And, yes, with Harley. This may be the tightest you will ever get. His knot still has us tied and once you get inside me, your pressure will keep him there.” Without having to think about it more, he stepped over me, causing Harley to shift some and pulling at the knot. I strained to look back, still not seeing him completely, “This time, though, go easy on me. Take some time to get into me and for my body to adjust.”

He eased his hips down over mine and I felt him place his cock head at my puckered entrance, which caused me to flinch. I wiggle my butt to reassure him after that reaction and he placed his cock back at my asshole. I pressed back to encourage him and he leaned forward to match my movement. Together, his hard cock pushed at my resisting opening, but the gel liberally applied inside my anus and on his cock head eased the process considerably. Besides the natural resistance to penetration past the tight sphincter were Harley’s cock and knot in the adjoining chamber. Bear grunted in an effort that was certainly magnified by a fear of hurting me and the tightness he was encountering. I pushed back against his cock and felt my hole open some under the steady pressure. I did not let up on my effort and felt Bear leaning in with his own matching effort. His cock head felt huge and I was trying to remember the feeling from the last time I did this and the memory was that I really had not done this very often, but I knew I could because, despite infrequency, I had accomplished it.

Suddenly, the head popped through the sphincter, which quickly closed around the cock past the helmet of the head. I put my hand back on Bear’s thigh and he stopped pressing.

“Oooooo … thank … you. Just … give me … a minute … hmmmmmmm …”

“It’s so tight, Samantha … are you okay?”

“Yes … this is … weird … I know … but it will … be amazing … I promise.” I felt Harley move and I was sure Bear did, too. He had to and his moan was a clearer indication that he did. I saw movement to the side; it was Albert moving to calm Harley with strokes, knowing that our actions would soon become much more animated.

I took several deep breaths and pushed back, again. I felt several more inches of his cock sink into my anus, feeling cock forcing my tight channel wider as it moved, but also the cool gel substance being pushed deeper and deeper down my passage.

I reached back and patted Bear’s leg, “Okay, Bear. Now … give me more.” And he did. He pressed at me as I had done myself. Steadily, his cock pressed deeper into my anus. I felt him stop, again, pulled back a couple inches and pressed harder forward sinking his cock fully into me when I felt his pelvis impact my butt. He hesitated for another short moment, then pulled back until it felt as though my passage was mostly empty, then he pushed in a little harder. Back and forth, a little harder each time. Soon, his strokes were long and smooth, gliding fully into me, each time gaining more rhythm and control.

He continued to gasp and moan as he pumped harder into me. Inside, I felt his cock gliding in my tightest chamber while my pussy firmly held the cock and knot. Each stroke of Bear’s cock impacted and pushed the knot forward. That movement over the knot caused Harley to react with a pull, despite Albert’s efforts to hold him steady. For me, internally, the movement of the knot down, then pulled, often jammed it into my g-spot and every time it did, I shuddered from the erotic jolt sent through my pussy and up into my body. Time after time, the jolts sent me closer and closer to a building orgasm. As I sucked in air to attempt to stave off the inevitable, I became convinced that this may be a multiple orgasm fuck and, with that acceptance, the orgasm crashed over me with an intensity that shook my entire body. So much so, that Bear stopped moving, leaning down and capturing my breasts, his body like a comforting blanket on my back.

He started stroking into me when I seemed to stop shaking. The crest of my orgasm may have ebbed, but it was still there, still washing over me like a receding tide on a warm lagoon beach. Moments later, when he pressed firmly and deeply in me, when his cock twitched, pulsed and jerked inside me, when I felt his first spurt of seed join the gel now pushed deep inside me, my ebbing orgasm broke over me like a wild, giant wave consuming everything in its path.

Bear seemed overwhelmed by the experience, too. He remained precariously on my back for moments, his lungs taking in massive volumes of air and expelling it with long, deep exhales. Initially, his heart pounding in his chest was felt through my back. At first, I was not sure if it was his or my heart seeming to race with abandon.

I felt Harley pulling harder on our tie, which was made tighter by the double penetration. I reached up to touch Bear, “Bear, Harley is getting desperate to break our tie. You need to pull out.”

He jerked back. I think he may have lost awareness of what the situation really was. He slid out of my hole easily with the combination of his cum, the gel, and his shrinking cock. As soon as he was out, Albert released his efforts to control Harley and his knot pulled out with little effort. At that moment, cum drained out of both gaping holes.

I rolled to my back, my legs spread and obscenely exposing both gaping holes with cum draining. Both guys came to me and gingerly helped me to my feet and into a chair at the table. I was given a tall glass of iced tea and a towel to dry my sweat covered face and upper chest. The chair seats and backs were heavy nylon cushions and would be sprayed off later. I drank from the glass greedily, then smacking it down on the wrought-iron table top, gasping to get in air after nearly draining the glass.

I looked up to find them all looking at me. What a slut I was the way I have been this morning. Oh well … it is not as if they have not contributed to this debauchery.

I smiled … that wicked smile … caught the eyes of Albert and Wolf, “I know I have at least one more good one left to experience.” Wolf looked at Albert as I watched them. “And, I know how it should go …”

Without waiting for me to get sore or stiff or Wolf to chicken out, I moved Albert onto his back on the cushion, having used the towel to clean up a little, first. Where I had been was quite nasty. I sat down on his hips, positioned his cock at my sopping entrance and sat down. I turned to look over my shoulder at Wolf, “I don’t think there is any need for the gel.” I leaned forward onto Albert’s chest and kissed him on the lips and whispered, “Was this what you were thinking it might be like?” He nodded. I smiled at him, giving him another kiss.

As we kissed, my legs wide on either side of Albert’s hips, my pussy filled his cock, I felt Wolf’s cock touch my butt, then be moved above my filled pussy to my asshole. This time, though, it was not very tight. In fact, he slid his cock into me and quite deeply on the first thrust. Happily, the 3 of us climaxed within moments of each other, me for the … 6th? … 7th? … 8th? Whatever … maybe a period of abstinence is not such a bad thing …

* * CHAPTER 16: APACHE NATION will follow * * Thanks for reading.

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