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  Herman sensed she was on the verge of coming; he stopped and slowly trailed kisses to her pouting cunt lips. He sucked on one and then the other pulling gently on one before moving to the other, plunging his tongue deep within her core.

  BJ’s body tightened as he continued his assault, bringing her to the edge of another orgasm, and then stopping again, kissing her softly and running his tongue, cat-like around her sensitized nub, letting her cool down. He began again, licking her nether lips, pressing his tongue into her core and at the same time playing with her nipples with both hands. This time he didn’t stop. He sucked and nipped until she wrapped her legs so tightly around his head that he could hardly breathe. Finally, with a trailing scream, she came.

  Prying his head from between the vise grip of her legs, Herman quickly shoved his engorged penis as deep as possible into her still-quivering sex. BJ dug her fingernails into his back and shoulders as he pumped away; bringing her just to the brink, then easing away, until she screamed from her inner need. Herman continued to make love to her until his balls tightened and he shot his hot load deep within her pulsating, gripping sheath.

  All three of them lay face up, exhausted, but sated.

  Bill spoke first. “We need to shower and get something to eat. A man cannot live by sex alone. I’m going to take a shower.” He watched BJ and Herman snuggled together in the standard spoon form as their breathing slowed in sleep.

  Bill walked from the shower and shook them both. “One of you go take a shower,” he said as he left the room to make coffee.

  BJ rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. Every muscle in her body ached, but it was a good ache; one she’d missed. She smiled to herself as she dried her hair and walked naked into the bedroom a short time later. Bill and Herman sat on the bed, coffee cups in hand, watching this glorious creature parade naked across the room.

  Herman looked at Bill as he stood and headed for the shower. “You are the craziest Gringo I’ve ever known. Thanks for letting me join you.”

  Bill laughed as he slid into his jeans and pulled on a shirt. Where do we go from here?

  BJ entered the kitchen removing a mug from the cabinet. “I need coffee.”

  “Help yourself. Are you okay?”

  “I’m better than okay, last night, this morning; they were beyond my wildest dreams. If I’d only known what to expect,” she licked her lips, “I would have called you years ago.” She laughed as she watched the desire cross Bill’s face.

  Herman walked up behind her, kissed her softly on the neck, and poured himself a cup of coffee. “We have a lot to do today. Do you want me to call in a couple of hands since we’re starting so late?”

  “Is there anything that can be put off until next week?”

  “I guess most of it, if truth be known; we need to put out fresh feed but the fence repairs and all that can wait a day or two.”

  “Okay put off what we can and let’s do the rest with the help of a couple of hands.” Bill stood to take his cup to the sink. “BJ, why don’t you stay here and make lunch for us? Herman and I should be able to knock this out in a couple of hours. Then we’ll have lunch, relax, and enjoy the rest of the day together. How does that sound?”

  “It sounds great, but I hate to keep the two of you from your normal schedule. I know the work doesn’t go away. I don’t want to interfere. How about I get out of here and leave you both to what ranchers do best…ranch.” She smiled seductively, a blush crossing her cheeks as the morning’s events passed through her thoughts.

  Bill took her in his arms, taking full possession of her swollen lips. “Don’t leave, stay another day or two. The extra hands will help. We hire stuff out all the time. This will allow us a little more time…with each other. Okay?”

  She definitely wasn’t ready to leave this love nest. “Okay, I’ll make lunch. You two hurry back.” She kissed Bill and then Herman, shushing them out the door. I’ve died and gone to heaven. She sang softly to herself as she cleaned up the dirty dishes and took inventory of what she could make them for lunch.

  *****

  Bill and Herman returned to the house in two hours. It was well pass noon and they were both starving. As they entered the kitchen, BJ was standing at the stove in a pair of white short shorts and a teal tank top. She had a stack of Texas toast buttered and there was cheese on the counter. Both men looked at each other and shrugged. They had no idea what she was making.

  BJ turned and smiled. She lit up the room walking up to both of them and asking, “How many grill cheese sandwiches do you want?”

  Again the men looked at each other in shock. They’d been slaving across the ranch the past hour or so, had minimum sustenance after the sexual activity this morning and the woman intended to feed them grill cheese sandwiches. They laughed and replied at the same time, “Two.”

  “Just so you know we’re having one of my favorites, tomato basil soup. You had all the ingredients for me to make it from scratch.”

  “I don’t have any tomatoes,” Bill replied, “so what did you use?”

  “Funny,” BJ laughed. “You have several large tomato plants on the side of the ranch house in your garden. I was also able to pull up some onions and the herb garden has a good supply of fresh basil.”

  “Really?” Bill looked at Herman.

  “Boss, I told you that you just weren’t paying attention. BJ, he doesn’t use any of that stuff. His housekeeper cooks for him and freezes his meals. He doesn’t cook.”

  “I do to cook,” Bill elbowed Herman.

  “Burning a steak isn’t cookin’.” Herman shook his head in disbelief.

  “Yea, well remember that next time I invite you over.”

  “What can I do?” Herman asked, trying to distance himself from Bill.

  “The dishes are on the counter, you two can set the table. This will be ready pretty quick.” She laughed as Bill punched Herman in the arm and picked up the soup tureens to take them to the table.

  Herman looked at the dishes Bill carried and asked, “What are those?”

  “These are soup tureens, you stupid Mexican.”

  “Yea, well at least I knew we had tomatoes, you dumb Gringo,” Herman returned.

  “If you two don’t play nice, I’m going to send you to separate corners for time outs,” BJ kidded from the kitchen.

  Bill and Herman looked at each other and shrugged, smiling to themselves…each with their own vision of what that little punishment would look like, and dreaming of something more severe.

  BJ carried the grilled cheese in and sat the platter on the table. “Bill will you bring in the soup?”

  “Sure.”

  There was little conversation as they ate their lunch. When Herman was finished he asked, “BJ can I get another grilled cheese?”

  “Sure, Bill, do you want another?”

  “Yea, why not?”

  “Okay, it’ll take me just a minute.”

  Bill looked at Herman and smiled. “This was good, not what I expected mind you, but I liked it.”

  “Who would have thought? We get so used to what we know we don’t try new stuff. This was satisfying, but I don’t feel stuffed like I normally do after lunch.”

  “Which is exactly why I served this versus a heavy meal of meat and potatoes. I wanted the two current men in my life spry and amiable to other activities this afternoon…none involving sleeping.” She walked between them kissing Bill on the right cheek and Herman on the left as she placed their grilled cheese on their plates. “Clean your plates or there’ll be no dessert.” Her sway as she left the room had both their jaws hitting the table.

  Bill leaned over to Herman and whispered, “I wonder what she meant by dessert?”

  Herman couldn’t believe his friend’s trepidation at this unknown. “Who gives a shit? Are you trying to tell me you’re not interested?”

  “No, I’m interested…just hope I can keep my horse in the game.” Bill glanced down at his erection knowing hope wasn’t much of a s
trategy, but the best he had to work with at the moment. As he began to clear the table, he saw a movement off to his right and realized it was BJ who walked across the living room butt naked. He dropped the soup tureen sending broken dishes in all directions.

  BJ ran into the room, naked except for her four inch heels and long chandelier earrings. She knelt down to pick up the broken dishes and realized the room had gone completely still. She gazed up, once again, into the shocked faces of her friends. “What?” she questioned as she picked up the glass. “Aren’t you two going to help with this mess?”

  Bill bent over to assist as he continued to watch the completely naked woman act as if being naked was an everyday occurrence in his dining room. “You do realize you are naked, right?”

  BJ started to laugh and couldn’t stop. “You are a piece of work.” She shook her head, unwilling to believe how innocently he’d asked such a simple question. Without skipping a beat she continued, “Actually I was intending to dress, but couldn’t decide what to wear. I was on my way to you two to question what the plans were for the afternoon so I could dress appropriately.”

  “You don’t have to get dressed on my account,” Herman offered, liking the vision of loveliness in front of him.

  “I truly wasn’t planning to stay this way…well…then again…it is an option I guess.” Her eyelashes fluttered seductively as a soft glow lit up her eyes.

  “Naked, yes, naked is good,” Bill said as he stood to retrieve the broom.

  “I am not naked,” BJ insisted as she stood braced with her hands on her hips.

  “Right, not naked…you have on shoes.” Bill couldn’t believe the direction the conversation had taken.

  Herman had heard enough. “You two are priceless. I’m taking my tea out on the patio to enjoy the sunshine. Let me know if we’re going anywhere or just going to spend the afternoon relaxing.” With that he walked out onto the porch and took a seat in the lounger.

  “I’ll help you finish clearing the table,” BJ offered as her breasts swayed slightly as she reached across the table to retrieve dishes.

  Bill’s eyes glazed over in lust as he watched this voluptuous woman clear the table as if doing it naked was an everyday occurrence. If I die now, at least my erection will tell my friends I died with a smile on my face. It will also give Curt Wheeler a good laugh and there just aren’t enough of those in the life of a coroner. He chuckled to himself visualizing old Curt’s face as he opened the body bag.

  “What’s so funny? BJ asked as she wiped the table and put the vase of fresh flowers in the center.

  “Nothing really, happy about the way you’ve chosen to dress for every day house chores is all.”

  BJ shook her head in disbelief. She’d already explained why she was dressed in nothing. What a goof. “So what do you want to do this afternoon?” she asked once again.

  “Let me show you.” Bill took her in his arms and set her on the table, spreading her legs as he eased closer. “I need you.” He unzipped his pants and pulled her closer, securing her legs behind him as he drove his engorged penis into her slick sheath. She was more than ready. He took her lips in his and devoured her as if she was his last meal.

  BJ pushed him to arms length while securing his entry with her feet locked behind his back. “That’s what I was hoping you’d suggest,” she whimpered as he took her lips in his once again and began a slow assault on her body; running the nipples of her breast s between his fingers with one hand while he took her other nipple hungrily in his mouth sucking vigorously on the swollen bud.

  His movement between her legs was minimal, more the feel of his penis filling with blood, extending her moistened sleeve with his pulsating member. He pushed forward slightly and she sucked him in with her muscle contractions, allowing enough friction to drive his voracious need distracting him from her full breasts. He seized her lips with a scorching kiss, demanding full possession of her mouth as his tongue took control. He pressed her to the table as he began the assault of her womanhood. In out, in out, deeper and deeper, feeing her need match his stroke for stroke. Bill knew he couldn’t satisfy himself until he knew she was satisfied. He felt BJ’s muscles tighten with each entry, pulling him in as soft mewing sounds escaped her.

  She screamed in satisfaction as Bill continued to ride her hard. BJ felt his spasm and then release of his seed into her awaiting core; holding on to him, knowing his back would display the marks of a woman’s satisfaction. She drew forward and captured his lips, letting him take the lead as he held her, running his hands over her naked body in unrestrained abandon. BJ felt Herman step up beside them and watched him give them both a thorough look.

  Bill finally asked, “What?”

  “I heard her scream, just wanted to make sure you were both okay. Are you...both okay, I mean?”

  “Yes, Herman, go back outside and give us a minute.”

  “Sure boss.” Herman left, whistling the Sonny and Cher tune ‘I Got You Babe’, thinking it should be ‘He’s Got You Babe’.

  BJ could only laugh at the exchange between the two men. They reminded her of little boys and yet the man who’d just satisfied her basic needs was no boy. I’m going to hate leaving. “Let me go get some clothes on.” She pushed back on his embrace and climbed slowly from the table.

  “Getting dressed is purely optional.”

  “You go out and join Herman, and I’ll be right out.” She sashayed across the room to the stairs, disappearing from sight.

  Bill took a seat in the lounge chair next to Herman, laid back, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “This has been a great weekend.”

  “Yup,” Herman said.

  “That’s the best you can do?”

  “Yup.”

  BJ found them both sound asleep, snoring in unison, when she stepped onto the patio fifteen minutes later. She smiled at the image they portrayed and since they both looked like they needed a nap, she took the romance novel from her tote and sat down on the porch swing to relax, read, and periodically lovingly gaze at her two old friends—now lovers.

  Six

  BJ pushed the swing softly as she read her book. It’d been a long time since she done absolutely nothing and didn’t feel like she was sliding a customer. The soft snoring of the two men in her life gave her pause, but only in the sense that leaving them in the morning was going to be harder than she thought.

  The porch groaned softly as Bill approached her, taking her hand and leading her back into the house. “As much as I’ve enjoyed your visit, there’s one more little adventure I’d like to try.”

  “Okay.” She followed him up the stairs to his bedroom.

  “Get naked,” he instructed without preamble, “I need to find this thing.” He looked in the closet and then in the night stand. “Have you ever used one of these?” He handed the vibrator to BJ.

  “Absolutely,” she could only smile as she noted his discomfort with the topic. “What are you doing with Richard?”

  “Richard? I don’t know about a Richard. This is the vibrator those ladies used on ‘Sex in the City’. Have you ever seen the program?”

  “A time or two, but that doesn’t explain why you’d buy Richard.”

  “Why do you call it Richard, I don’t understand.”

  She could only laugh. “It’s my pet name, the longer version of Dick. It’s actually called a Rabbit.”

  Bill ran his hands through his hair, “This is tougher than I thought.”

  “Just say it.”

  “I want to take you anally, with—uh—Richard in your…”

  His declaration shot her concentration to the moon and back. BJ watched him trying to determine if he was joking or crazy. “What?”

  “I want—”

  She interrupted, “I heard you the first time. You want to have anal sex?”

  He shook his head in agreement, looking hopeful.

  She narrowed her eyes at her adventurous cowboy, “And have you ever done this with anyone else?”

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bsp; “No, absolutely not.”

  “Why now? Why with me?” She’d never tried it before but had to admit the idea had crossed her mind a time or two.

  Bill looked away and scuffed the floor with his boot, “A few weeks ago Herman and I were out with the hands and one of the guys was saying that his girlfriend loves it. She said double penetration of the vibrator and his—uh, manhood is amazing.”

  “I still don’t understand; why me?”

  “Because this is something you do this with someone you know, someone you’re comfortable with. I want to do it with you, okay?”

  BJ had concerns, but she trusted Bill. “Okay.”

  Bill’s eyes opened wide. He looked like a little boy who got a real live pony for Christmas. ”Really? You’re willing to try it?”

  She wanted to laugh at his eagerness, “Yeah, do me cowboy.”

  Bill pulled her into his arms and continued to kiss her until she pulled back.

  BJ placed her index finger on his chest, “If you’ve never tried this before, how do you know it will work?”

  He smiled sheepishly, “Because Joel gave me some pointers.” He watched BJ’s brow raise in question. “Come on, it’ll be more fun if I show you.”

  She trusted him and proceeded to get naked as he’d instructed. They lay down and faced each other.

  “Good, now turn over,” he instructed. “Get on your hands and knees.”

  Naked, her ass exposed, she felt Bills hands run softly over her body, spreading her cheeks wide. She jumped as his warm tongue teased her nether hole. His hands pulled her back toward him and she heard him moan at the same time she did. The intimacy of his touch felt great, strange, but good.

  He continued to test the area with his tongue, feeling her relax to his probing. Bill then pushed one finger gradually into her, replacing his tongue. He felt her tense, her muscles clenching at the invasion. “Relax; we’ll go slowly I promise.” His hands caressed her body, one moving to the nub at the entry to her silken female sheath. He felt her lower her head as a moan escaped her lips. Bill continued to probe her sphincter entry while he increased the pressure on the bud between her nether lips. “Ready for more?” he asked softly, and saw her nod her approval. He slid in a second finger and continued to probe her entry.