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withheld. He fell to his knees, still pumping, still feeling her clench him. Finally, he sat back on his heels, gasping for breath. His horse looked over, switched its tail, and turned away.
“You’re a gelding,” he panted. “You know nothing of this.”
The horse raised its tail and deposited his opinion of Cole onto the dried grass. Cole snorted, then burst into a laugh at what he’d done. Spilling his seed while imagining he was pleasuring a woman he’d never touch!
His laugh turned into a groan as he stood and buttoned himself up.
How the hell was he going to get through the winter with her?
Chapter 7
Casey patted herself dry. Running the soap over her body, warm and clean for once, had brought a deep ache to the place between her legs. Her nipples rose with the chill of the room, though she was warm. No, she was hot. Touching herself in the bath made her think of the first day she heard Beth, Sophie, Florence, and Jessie talk about their husbands. It was early in the spring. She and Willy had just arrived in town. She was so cold she’d crept into the empty hotel kitchen and curled in the corner to get warm.
She’d fallen asleep and woken to the sound of women’s voices, coming quickly. She’d snuck into the bottom of the big pie safe. The tin cutouts let all the sound come in, and she could see a little bit as well. When she heard them speak of wonderful pleasure, her ears had strained to take in every word.
These wives weren’t shy. They demanded to be pleasured but gave the same to their husbands. She held her breath while they said how much they enjoyed the many ways three men could pleasure a woman. They kept cans of lard near the bed, in the kitchen, and even in the barn, just in case. The slippery lard, and slowly adding more pulsing fingers to stretch the woman, helped ease a man’s cock into a woman’s bottom. It took her a moment to realize they really did say what she’d heard. She’d almost choked when they laughed about being so excited that they took all three men into their body at once. They agreed that was a rare treat, but well worth it.
Casey had thought a lot about that day. Holding Charlie had increased her desire for both passion and the children that would arrive because of it. Thoughts of Cole, Byron, and Marshall doing to her what the wives spoke of made her body throb.
She’d only had a flash that first morning of Marshall’s naked body. She’d seen Cole without a shirt that time in town, but she wondered what Byron looked like under his clothes. She liked him, though he was quiet and stern. Cole’s shape was rather nice as well, though she was a bit uncertain about him. A feeling of power flowed out of him as if he needed to be in charge. Marshall, though, liked to laugh.
If she was married to Marshall, would he touch her the way the other valley husbands touched their wives? What would it feel like?
She bit her lip and looked around the cabin. This was the first time she’d been safe and alone. No one would come near the cabin until supper. She thought of all the nights she’d dreamed of the three men touching her. But wearing her clothes day and night, and with Willy asleep beside her, she could do nothing about it.
Today, now, was different.
She sat on the bed, still naked, and rubbed her cold nipples with the insides of her wrists. The cold dots drew chilly lines on the insides of her arms when she moved them. She shivered. It made her nipples harden even more.
She closed her eyes and imagined Byron’s hands as she gathered her breasts in her hands, her nipples in the center of her palms. She lifted them and slowly closed her fingers around her breasts. She squeezed, just enough. She opened her palms and pushed her hands toward each other, scraping her nipples across her palms.
With the knuckles of her first fingers and her thumbs, she squeezed her areolas. A spark erupted between her legs. She moved to her nipples, gently tugging them forward,
“You’re a gelding,” he panted. “You know nothing of this.”
The horse raised its tail and deposited his opinion of Cole onto the dried grass. Cole snorted, then burst into a laugh at what he’d done. Spilling his seed while imagining he was pleasuring a woman he’d never touch!
His laugh turned into a groan as he stood and buttoned himself up.
How the hell was he going to get through the winter with her?
Chapter 7
Casey patted herself dry. Running the soap over her body, warm and clean for once, had brought a deep ache to the place between her legs. Her nipples rose with the chill of the room, though she was warm. No, she was hot. Touching herself in the bath made her think of the first day she heard Beth, Sophie, Florence, and Jessie talk about their husbands. It was early in the spring. She and Willy had just arrived in town. She was so cold she’d crept into the empty hotel kitchen and curled in the corner to get warm.
She’d fallen asleep and woken to the sound of women’s voices, coming quickly. She’d snuck into the bottom of the big pie safe. The tin cutouts let all the sound come in, and she could see a little bit as well. When she heard them speak of wonderful pleasure, her ears had strained to take in every word.
These wives weren’t shy. They demanded to be pleasured but gave the same to their husbands. She held her breath while they said how much they enjoyed the many ways three men could pleasure a woman. They kept cans of lard near the bed, in the kitchen, and even in the barn, just in case. The slippery lard, and slowly adding more pulsing fingers to stretch the woman, helped ease a man’s cock into a woman’s bottom. It took her a moment to realize they really did say what she’d heard. She’d almost choked when they laughed about being so excited that they took all three men into their body at once. They agreed that was a rare treat, but well worth it.
Casey had thought a lot about that day. Holding Charlie had increased her desire for both passion and the children that would arrive because of it. Thoughts of Cole, Byron, and Marshall doing to her what the wives spoke of made her body throb.
She’d only had a flash that first morning of Marshall’s naked body. She’d seen Cole without a shirt that time in town, but she wondered what Byron looked like under his clothes. She liked him, though he was quiet and stern. Cole’s shape was rather nice as well, though she was a bit uncertain about him. A feeling of power flowed out of him as if he needed to be in charge. Marshall, though, liked to laugh.
If she was married to Marshall, would he touch her the way the other valley husbands touched their wives? What would it feel like?
She bit her lip and looked around the cabin. This was the first time she’d been safe and alone. No one would come near the cabin until supper. She thought of all the nights she’d dreamed of the three men touching her. But wearing her clothes day and night, and with Willy asleep beside her, she could do nothing about it.
Today, now, was different.
She sat on the bed, still naked, and rubbed her cold nipples with the insides of her wrists. The cold dots drew chilly lines on the insides of her arms when she moved them. She shivered. It made her nipples harden even more.
She closed her eyes and imagined Byron’s hands as she gathered her breasts in her hands, her nipples in the center of her palms. She lifted them and slowly closed her fingers around her breasts. She squeezed, just enough. She opened her palms and pushed her hands toward each other, scraping her nipples across her palms.
With the knuckles of her first fingers and her thumbs, she squeezed her areolas. A spark erupted between her legs. She moved to her nipples, gently tugging them forward,
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