She knew he liked to give her a choice first. If she could stay focused, he wouldn’t punish her. If she couldn’t manage it after this warning, he’d bring out the nipple weights or the flail or something to make sure she didn’t forget where her thoughts should be. “No, Sir.”
She worked to still the swirling images in her head of her fantasy life with both men in it. Instead she watched Gregory strip, neatly laying his dress clothes across a section of fence that separated the Catherine’s wheel area from the rest of the barn. Jason still stood there, staring at her, making sure her focus didn’t waver from the present.
When Gregory finished undressing, he approached the wheel again. “Make sure she stays with us mentally,” Jason told him as he stepped away to undress.
Gregory bent slightly to look into her face. “Are you ready for this?” he asked.
Haley nodded.
“I think I’ve got something to add, though.”
Gregory walked back over to his clothes and took an item out of his pocket. “Hank had a little toy lying around for you,” he told her.
A butt plug, quite a bit smaller than Gregory’s straight-and-proud cock, which now pointed straight and proud. Haley licked her lips, knowing she would get stuffed to capacity tonight. She could feel her moisture leaking down her thigh. It was just as she’d imagined.
Gregory returned to the wheel. Now that Haley lay hanging against her side, he could remove the small ledge between her legs. He did so, and she murmured as the brief motion there ignited sparks in her sex.
He ran the butt plug through her juices, lubing it up. He dipped it into her cunt, giving her a few rough plunges that had her hips surging as far as her restraints would allow. Then he reached farther back and nudged the plug against her puckered hole. With his other hand, he fingered her clit.
Jason walked up, his foil-wrapped condom in one hand. He reached out and tweaked one of her small, tight nipples, then played with the piercing. Haley wanted to force herself into his hand, but she couldn’t. All the restraints kept her back.
Gregory ran the pad of his finger in circles around her clit now, never actually touching it, and Jason pinched the nipple of her left breast. The sensations zipped through her, and she felt Gregory—who always seemed to know right when she was ready—slip the plug into her ass.
A moan ripped out of Haley as her body spasmed with the feeling of it. Her eyes rolled, her lids fluttering over them as she gave in to the stirrings within. Gregory and Jason both must have stepped back, for their hands left her. She wanted to writhe or grind against something, but she had nothing to satiate her. Her ass throbbed with tremors, each one hinting at what was to come.
“Do you think she’s ready?” Haley heard Jason ask.
“Oh yes,” Gregory replied.
She heard murmurs throughout the barn as the people surrounding her watched. Then she heard the crinkle as the men unwrapped their condoms. She wondered who she would take where. Had they discussed it? Would they get in a fight now as they jockeyed for who would get her cunt and who would fuck her mouth?
She would never forgive them if that happened. It would just go to prove they couldn’t do this with her for any length of time outside of play.
Stop thinking
. Here she was, two men about to fill her completely, and she couldn’t still her mind. She opened her eyes and looked up into Jason’s face. Then she glanced down the length of her body and saw Gregory standing near the V of her legs.
Both men held their cocks in their hands, their sheathed erections visibly straining.
“Are you ready, Haley?” Jason asked again, running his hand up and down his length.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, and she opened her mouth wide.
As he slipped his cock between her lips, she felt Gregory part and hold her below, and he delved his similarly rigid prick into her pussy. She had never felt so stuffed. Her ass throbbed as Gregory slowly pistoned into her, driving deep. He rubbed a thumb against her clit as he fucked her, sending little jolts of arousal through her.
Jason found a slow and steady rhythm as well, and though he held the base of his cock with one hand, he found Haley’s tit with the other and pinched and played with it as he fucked her mouth.
Haley didn’t know how long she could stand the combined assault. At least the thoughts in her mind had stopped whirling. Now she dwelled in that place where only concrete experience mattered: the brush of a finger, the ridge of a cock slipping past skin and then pushing in again. She felt the rasp of hair and calluses and leather and skin…
She tried again to arch away from the Catherine’s wheel, but the strap across her torso bit into her skin. The little pain sent her over the edge.
Jason pinched her nipple hard, and that hurt combined with the other, with every sensation. Haley came, crying; the tension in her body made the leather of her restraints and the wood of the wheel creak with strain. Waves of tension crashed through her, and she felt like a palm tree whipped in a hurricane.
Finally the storm of her orgasm passed, and her weight slumped against her restraints. She’d become slack and deprived of all energy.
She then she realized she was still stuffed full.
“That’s my girl,” she heard Gregory say, his voice full of praise.
Her two men gave her a moment of respite, allowing her to gather her courage before they proceeded. She knew both of them well enough; from here on out, they would give her no quarter.
She could even call it brutal.
And so it was.
Gregory began first, his pace quicker than it had been. She felt each thrust keenly in her cunt; her swollen nether lips grasped at him, her juices clinging and slurping as he drove into her.
Then Jason began again, and each of his thrusts pushed toward the back of her throat. She could feel her eyes beginning to water, but she took it.
She loved taking it.
Her men pounded into her, and Haley did all she could in her muted, restrained condition to encourage them. Little satisfied grunts escaped her. Her nipples seemed to sing with their tension, and she wanted her men to know what they said. She tried to keep her back arched, up and away from the wheel, but the strap limited her movement.
Both men moved in a fervor, and Haley could barely register where one began and the other ended. Her entire body felt penetrated, as if the men fucked her very existence.
“Soon,” she heard one pant, and a responding grunt followed. Sweat poured over Haley’s body, her own mingled—she felt certain—with Gregory and Jason’s.
And then the frantic motion at her pussy stilled, and she felt Gregory come inside her. A bellow ripped from his mouth as he did. She could feel him, a great, tense thing hovering above.
In response, Jason came too, shuddering in her mouth, his cockhead jumping against the back of her throat and the tip of the condom filling with his seed.
Then both men pulled out, and Haley felt empty.
Someone pulled out the butt plug, and the feeling increased. With it came a sadness. She feared the one time she could be with them had already come to an end. She opened her eyes.
Jason was kneeling in front of her. He reached a hand up and caressed her cheek. “Are you okay?”
She barely had the energy to nod, but she tried, for him.
He stood, and her vision swam.
She felt the wheel turn, and her head cleared as she came upright again.
Somebody slipped the detachable bench back under her, and her tender pussy ached in protest as it rested on the hard surface.
Gregory came up to her and placed both his hands on her chest, holding her steady while Jason undid her restraints.
When the one across her chest and stomach released, she fell forward into Gregory’s waiting arms, exhausted.
Chapter Five
Haley woke up to the sound of familiar voices whispering in the room.
“I’ve never awakened to find another man in my bed.”
Gregory.
“Does it bother you?” Jason asked.
“What?”
“Waking up with another man. Does it bother you?”
“Not really,” he finally admitted after what Haley thought was an uncomfortable silence. “Just…not used to it.”
“Me neither,” Jason said. “Is it something we’re going to have to get used to?”
Haley didn’t breathe while she waited for the answer. She hoped they couldn’t tell she had awoken.
“I think Haley made it pretty clear that it’s both or nothing. Knowing her, she’s probably even already picked out what we’ll wear for our first Christmas card as a threesome.”
“She does have a vibrant imagination, doesn’t she?” Jason chuckled softly.
“So maybe we need to learn to like each other.”
She pursed her lips. Why couldn’t Jason be the voice of reason sometimes? But his youthful brashness was part of what she loved about him, despite the fact she’d like to see him lead rather than causing the conflict and relying on Gregory to find the solutions.
“Unless we can change her mind.”
Haley knew a challenge when she heard one. She wanted to shake her head and yell at him, but she waited.
“Why would you want to jeopardize—”
“Because I love her, okay?” The words sounded wrenched out of him. Haley had to do everything she could not to choke and sputter as she heard Jason speak. “And I sure as hell don’t love you.”
Haley’s heart beat raggedly. Last night she’d thought they’d gotten beyond some sort of relationship barrier. Clearly that wasn’t the case. And love? How could Jason feel that way when she barely—
“Well, the feeling is mutual on both accounts,” Gregory said. His voice sounded heavy with emotions Haley couldn’t identify. Her heart sank. She’d hoped Gregory understood her well enough to at least play the devil’s advocate to Jason’s protests, but clearly he felt the same way.
At that, they fell silent. How could she let them know she’d woken up now? She waited a few more minutes until she felt certain their argument had fizzled. She could hear their ragged breathing on either side of her, rough from their emotions, she knew. Finally she blinked gritty eyes. The cool breeze from an air conditioner blew across her body. My
naked
body, Haley thought.
She turned her head and saw the broad, tanned back of Gregory; he faced toward the outside wall. Then she turned the other way and met Jason’s startling blue eyes.
“Morning,” he said, and she could tell he was trying to block out the conversation he’d just had with Gregory.
Haley swallowed. Her throat felt like sandpaper. She managed to get out a “Hey” and offered him a smile. She thought about moving, but she felt so stiff and sore that she couldn’t do it.
Gregory placed his strong hands on her shoulders. Gregory. He always knew when she needed a good rubdown.
First he worked the knots out of her shoulders and upper back, making her muscles feel like crescent roll dough. He moved down her back, spent some time around her hips, and ran his hands over her ass. He kneaded the muscles there for a while, worked each thigh to the knee, and then her calves. When he’d finished, he offered her a playful slap on her ass.
Haley turned and gave him a slow, lazy kiss, and she could fee Jason’s lips on her shoulders and neck in return.
She moved back around to Jason.
They kissed, and now Haley felt Gregory’s heat at her back, his dick just nudging the crack of her ass.
“You’re probably a little too tender yet to play too hard,” he whispered in her ear, “but we can give you a reminder and a taste of what’s to come.”
“
What’s to come
…” Haley liked the idea that there could be more, even if that seemed to disagree with the conversation she’d heard earlier.
While Jason ravished her mouth with hard kisses, tagging his tongue with hers, Gregory crept his hand over her hip and delved between her legs.
Haley did still feel sore from the night before, but quickly the two men’s ministrations had her wet and ready again. She couldn’t believe how her body responded to them. Jason brushed his hands over her front, lightly stroking her nipples before skimming the plane of her stomach.
Gregory swirled a finger over her clit, taking no time in bringing her up toward climax.
It shot through her, as intense as it was short. She broke away from Jason and turned to kiss Gregory again.
“That’s a nice way to wake up,” Haley said and finally pushed herself into a sitting position. She realized she wasn’t in her room. They’d bedded down in one of the stable rooms. Straw bales, covered in padding and sumptuous sheets, made up their bed. Tackle hung from the walls, and the top of the stable door opened out into the corral. Haley could hear birds in the bayou greeting the morning. She inhaled, relishing the fresh smell of hay and listening to the other ponies waking up around her in similar rooms. Murmured greetings, resounding with love and satisfaction, filled the air.
And for the first time in a long time—maybe even ever—she felt as if she belonged here, and with these men. She felt as if things had come together as they were meant to.
Haley climbed off the large makeshift bed and stretched as she stared out into the corral. Already other ponies—decked out in fancy gear, no doubt practicing for some show Mr. Guidry had planned for later—pranced around on leads, manes and tails twinkling in the bright morning sun. Haley liked the sight but realized right now she didn’t feel any desire to be a part of it. She turned to her two men.
She looked around the room for her clothes. “What happened to my… Oh, right.” She did find her shirt, hanging from a hook on the stable wall. Luckily the tail was long enough to cover her tender bits. She watched Jason and Gregory as she snapped it closed over her body. Her boots sat by the door that led back into the barn.
“I should probably go clean up, maybe find something more to wear,” Haley told them.
“I think you look just fine the way you are,” Jason said.
“For once, I agree with him,” Gregory told her. He waggled his eyebrows comically. “Lift your arms.” She did, and her shirttails rode up, exposing her pussy. “I like that even more.”