The tack room was the obvious choice of venue for a biggest dick contest. With no windows and decent lighting, it also had a door that could actually be closed and locked.
Look but don’t touch.
I must’ve repeated those words in my mind a hundred times during the short walk to the tack room. Troy would go ballistic if I touched Joe’s dick or Dusty’s balls, and I wasn’t sure I could actually do any touching without adding in a bit of fondling. At least, not where Dusty was concerned.
My heart hammered even faster than my icy hands trembled. One touch of my chilly fingers would probably make any of them deflate.
Maybe.
I reminded myself that I was already familiar with everything Troy had to offer, and he was no slouch in any department.
Especially that fabulous ass…
“Okay, guys. Line up over here,” I said, indicating an open space beneath the bare overhead lightbulb.
Not knowing which of them had the larger tool, Troy and Dusty eyed each other with doubt. Joe, on the other hand, obviously knew that for once, he had the other guys beat all to hell and back, and his smug smile proved it.
“Let’s start with bulges.” Strolling along the lineup, I noted that while Troy and Dusty each had a nice-sized lump behind their zippers, Joe seemed to have very little. Frowning, I studied them closely. “Hmm… I think I’ll have to give this one to Troy—better definition and a slightly larger wet spot.”
That wasn’t too surprising. I already knew he could pump out the juice—one of his more endearing traits, in my opinion.
Troy aimed a smirk at his competitors. “That’s one point for me.”
“Should I be writing this down?” I asked.
Dusty chuckled. “Don’t worry. We’ll remember.”
Clearing my throat, I rubbed my hands together, hoping to warm them up a bit. Unfortunately, it probably appeared as though I was getting ready to grab something.
Look but don’t touch.
I dropped my hands to my sides. “Now then. Let’s unbuckle the belts and undo the zippers. I think you should do it one at a time so I can get the full effect. Extra points for attitude. Dusty, why don’t you start us off?”
How I kept from laughing myself silly as the guys each gave their own impression of a male stripper was beyond me. Then again, maybe I was too damned turned on to giggle.
I was practically drooling as Dusty leaned back slightly and gave it his all. The deliberate unbuckling of his belt. The dramatic flip of the button. The painfully slow lowering of the zipper. The quick push that dropped his jeans to his knees. Hell, even his cast, which hit him at mid-thigh, was sexy.
“Nice,” I managed to say. “Next?”
Troy began his routine by grinding his hips to some slightly off-key sound effects.
“You really can’t carry a tune in a bucket, can you?” I observed.
“Maybe not, but I do have a nice, juicy dick.”
I certainly couldn’t argue with that assessment. “True. Some deficiencies can be forgiven in light of other assets.”
Troy’s moves were more spectacular than Dusty’s—lots of suggestive gyrations followed by a pelvic thrust I could almost feel—although no less stimulating.
I nodded my approval. “Good job. Joe?”
With no fanfare whatsoever, Joe dropped his pants.
My jaw went with them.
I realized then why there had been no bulge. His cock hadn’t been attempting to escape through his fly. Rather, it formed a thick, straight ridge from his crotch to his navel. The head peeked out from beneath the waistband of his briefs.
Actually, peeked is the wrong word because at least two inches of that humongous dick were clearly visible. Upon closer inspection, I noted that it actually extended beyond his navel.
“Holy shit.” I’d seen bigger tools on a stallion, but I couldn’t imagine how any human male could have outdone him and still be able to walk.
“Scary, isn’t it?” Troy whispered.
Pressing my fingers to my lips, I bent down for a closer inspection. “Damn.” I drew away slightly. “Lose the undies.”
Freed of restraint, Joe’s penis fell forward like the door on a dishwasher, bouncing a few times before coming to rest in a perfectly perpendicular position. I was glad I’d taken a step back; otherwise, it would’ve clubbed me in the nose. I stared at it, blinking my eyes, convinced I couldn’t possibly be seeing it correctly.
“Don’t bother, Angie,” Troy said. “Your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you. It really is that big.”
“Jesus,” I said with a breathy exhale. “I had no idea…”
“Deceptive, isn’t it?” Dusty pushed his own briefs down, revealing a respectable and very nicely shaped seven or eight inches.
Troy followed suit, revealing a stiff member almost exactly the same length as Dusty’s. “See? Not even close.”
Three cocks. Three lickable, suckable, fuckable cocks.
They were even drooling. Unfortunately, I couldn’t touch any of them, much less fuck them. At least not at the moment. I might get a taste of Troy later on, although to be perfectly honest, I couldn’t imagine actually fucking Joe. Tab A was clearly too big for Slot B.
Grabbing a nearby stool, I sat down with a thud and drew in a ragged breath. “Okay. No contest there. Let’s see some balls.”
On cue, all three men lifted their dicks and thrust their hips forward. Joe’s scrotum hung low and full with testicles that nearly matched his penis in size. Giving my head a quick shake, I moved down the row to Troy. I knew from experience he had some nice nuts on him, but when my gaze slid to Dusty, my mouth went dry.
“Perfect.” Perfect size for sucking, perfect oval shape, and nicely covered with golden curls. “The clear winner.”
“Now for the best ass,” Troy said with a smirk.
Shuffling their feet, the men turned around in unison. Joe had a nice pair of buns, even if they were kinda skinny. Dusty’s were firm and adorably furry. Troy’s ass, on the other hand, was world-class: hollow-flanked, well-rounded, and clearly defined with a pair of dimples at the top of the crack.
“No contest.”
Chuckling, Troy aimed a wink over his shoulder. “And we all know what Angie likes.”
* * *
Later that night, I got my hands on that fabulous ass—but not before spending an inordinate amount of time mulling over the day’s events.
After everything that had happened earlier in the evening, I didn’t expect Troy to put in an appearance at all—and not only because he might still be miffed with me for kissing Joe. Rufus was bound to have been extra vigilant—unless he only thought he needed to keep a closer watch on Joe and Dusty. As new as Troy was to the ranch, I doubted Rufus would’ve suspected him of sneaking into my room, especially since he’d apparently swallowed Troy’s tall tale about needing to go for strolls in the middle of the night. Although I might have been a lonely widow, I’d never been what anyone would call promiscuous. Therefore, welcoming a virtual stranger into my bed wasn’t typical behavior for me. Rufus had no reason to suspect I was anything more to Troy than his new employer.
Still, the fact that Rufus had anything to do with who I welcomed into my bed had me royally pissed. Damn that man! I could’ve been…
What?
Having an affair with Dusty?
No. Probably not.
Well, maybe. But would I have considered it before Troy came along? Would I even have had the guts to say anything to him? Or was the catalyst theory correct?
Dusty had said he loved me. He’d seemed sincere, although I still wasn’t sure I believed it. Then again, how often did a man come right out and say those words? As tough as it was to say them when they were true, I couldn’t imagine why he would lie.
He wouldn’t. Not unless he was the troublemaker Rufus had accused him of being—and I didn’t believe that for a second. I still thought Dusty needed more options. I couldn’t shake the idea that he would be settling for me if we ever got together, and I couldn’t figure out why he would do that. Joe was right about him being different. Dusty had a lot to recommend him, not the least of which being his sense of humor.
On any given day, his comments had me laughing my ass off, and he’d been chuckling along with the rest of the guys during the contest. With all that giggling going on, I was surprised any of them could keep an erection. However, none of them appeared to have any trouble whatsoever in that respect. I still couldn’t quite wrap my head around that. Three men with cocks as rock-hard and ready to go as I would ever see in my life, and I hadn’t even touched them.
But what if I had? Would The Great Tack Room Gangbang have gone down in Circle Bar K history? Would I have feasted on a banquet of cock and balls and ass before getting the fucking of my life? There were enough dicks to fill every place I had to put one. That the contest had remained amusing rather than escalating to an all-out ménage said a lot for my guys. It demonstrated their respect for me, but more than anything, their hands-off behavior proved none of them were willing to share. They had been interested to see which one I would pick, not whether I was willing to fuck all of them at once.
In the wake of two very dry years, the fact that I had a choice at all was unbelievable. The trouble was, any one of them could’ve made me happy. The necessity of excluding the other two was what made it so hard. In a different place and time, I could see myself loving each of them, which might have been why I’d kept my options open by giving everyone their own honorary title.
There were definite differences between them. Joe was a nice guy, but to be honest, even after giving birth to two children, I doubted he would fit. There was, after all, such a thing as too big. From a purely sexual compatibility standpoint, Troy was the only proven entity, although I had no doubts Dusty could give him a run for his money—with or without a cast on his leg.
Then there was the fidelity issue. I had Dusty and Joe pegged as one-woman men, whereas Troy struck me as being more of a player, whether he thought I was too easy or not. That trait alone would rule him out. I had no desire to give my heart to him only to have it tossed aside.
Age was also a factor. Joe was closest in age to me, and Dusty and Troy were only a year apart. They were both too young. Rufus was too old—and I was going absolutely nuts thinking about it.
Then again, perhaps my own options were as limited as Dusty’s. I could’ve gone honky-tonkin’ with Jenny anytime I wanted and found someone completely new.
Was Dusty the reason I hadn’t bothered? Had I been waiting for him to make a move or just wishing he would?
The gist of it all was that Dusty was the best choice—the one I’d had my eye on for ages, yet had never seen as a possibility. But how could I feel that way about him and keep on fucking Troy?
I realized then what the difference was. Troy knew he was temporary. I knew he was temporary. Dusty was long-term, long-haul, ’til death do us part. Maybe I wasn’t ready for that. Maybe that was why I hadn’t acted on my feelings toward him and why I was still hesitating…
When Troy stripped off his clothes and slipped in beside me, I could’ve said no, could’ve told him to leave. Too bad he was irresistible.
Perhaps I had fidelity issues of my own.
“I’m surprised to see you,” I whispered.
He chuckled. “Did you really think after showing you my dick tonight I wasn’t going to come in here and nail you with it?”
“Hmm… Hadn’t thought about it that way, but you’re right. I’m kinda primed for it myself, and your adorable ass could stand some attention.”
“How so?”
“I didn’t see a mark on it. I think I’d like to put one there.”
“Hmm… Hickey or actual teeth marks?”
“Both, I believe. It’s time someone put the Circle Bar K brand on you.”
“Want me roped and tied and branded, huh? I guess there are worse things.”
“Roped and tied?” I echoed. “Does that mean you’re into bondage?”
“Never tried it,” he said after a moment’s hesitation. “Not sure I’d like it, though. I like being able to move.”
I’d noticed that. Troy was nothing if not…mobile. “No ropes then. Just the brand.”
“Works for me.” Spearing his fingers through the hair at my temples, he kissed me so thoroughly I wasn’t sure I’d have enough strength left to brand anything, let alone leave a mark on his delectable ass. I melted into the mattress as his hands slid down to my waist. His skin was hot against my own, and his cock poked at my hip. When I reached down to wrap my fingers around it, he pushed my hand away.
“I think I’d like to eat some pussy first,” he said. “Hot, wet, delicious pussy…”
As though he’d struck a match to it, my core ignited. Heat roiled up from my center, making my nipples pucker and tingle with anticipation. His kisses drifted lower until his tongue brushed my nipples and lingered there.
“Feel good?”
“Mmm…” was my only reply.
He went right on sucking, licking, tasting. Feathery touches sent impulses racing along a pathway tying my nipples to my core. I thought it strange I’d never realized such a direct connection existed. Perhaps I’d only forgotten it.
My stomach muscles cramped as he teased my navel with his tongue, making me burst into giggles. “That tickles.”
“I know,” he said. “It makes you laugh, and I like hearing you laugh.” I could feel the vibrations of his voice against my skin. Or maybe it was his breath. Either way, I was glad when he moved lower. Kisses there didn’t make me laugh. They made me writhe and moan and fly off into oblivion.
My arms had been stretched out on the sheets. Now I grasped his head, fisting my hands in hair just long enough for me to do it.
“Oh, yeah, Angie. Love that. Make me eat you,” he whispered. “Push my head down between your legs.”
I was already doing that, but I pushed harder anyway. “Eat me,” I whispered. “Suck my clit.” I’d never said anything like that in my life. It was him, granting me permission, giving me the encouragement I needed to be bold.
“Feels so damn good…” The first touch was a thrust of his tongue into my wet folds rather than a kiss. “You taste so delicious, Angie. Spread your legs a little more.”
I did as he asked, and his head bobbed up and down as he fucked me with his tongue. My clit throbbed. Corny or not, no other word could even begin to describe the intense response to the flick of his tongue on that one tiny spot…
“Damn, that’s incredible.”
“Shh… Don’t talk. Don’t want to be distracted. I’m…busy…” He sounded different, his words muffled against my labia. “Love this.”
He kept on until I thought I’d go mad. I was nearly there when he drew back and pressed my legs together. “Turn on your side and arch your back.”
I couldn’t imagine why until he licked me again. That position thrust my clit forward, allowing him free access to my wet, sensitive flesh. His fingertips teased my nipples at the same time, but with a different pattern, a different rhythm. Arching my back even more, I thrust my hips forward as he sucked my clit into his mouth. My nipples hardened as he rolled them between his fingertips, triggering indescribably exquisite sensations. My mind went blank as his lips circled the tight bud, his breath hot on my skin.
So hot, so unbelievably hot…
There it was at last. The signal, the ignition, the point of no return. My eyes squeezed shut as my mind stepped back from the reality to observe it, waiting for it, allowing it to grow until—
My ecstatic cry should’ve awakened everyone within a ten-mile radius. Despite his smug chuckle, Troy kept right on teasing me, the rough texture of his tongue coaxing, prodding, demanding more. I gave it to him with every gasp and moan and thrust…
With a satisfied grunt, he rolled me onto my back. Nudging my thighs apart with his knees, he crawled up over me and slid inside.
“Oh yeah,” he growled, his voice trailing off as he began to move. “So tight…so hot…so wet…”
I knew him now. Knew the feel of him deep inside me, knew the rhythms he liked, knew his flavor, his scent.
Familiar, yet still something of a mystery.
Rocking into me, he set a pace I was certain he could maintain for a long, long time. I felt his thrusts, heard the creak of the bedsprings and the soft slap of skin on skin. The joining of two separate beings.
Yeah. This is nice. I could get used to this. Perhaps I already had.
Too bad it couldn’t last.
His explanation of why he’d come to me that night didn’t quite ring true. He couldn’t have known what I’d been thinking about during those wakeful hours. Somehow, he must’ve read the writing on the wall and realized my true emotions lay in a completely different direction. He could give me pleasure and accept it from me in return. However, this tryst contained an emotion I hadn’t felt before. A pang of regret. A wave in farewell. One last fling before parting.
His warmth surrounded me and yet failed to reach the center of my being. Something had happened. Something out of my reach, beyond my control.
He was the same man. He felt the same, smelled the same, and even tasted the same. When he climaxed at last, his cock filled me with the same creamy semen as it had before. He even made the same sounds.
Oh yes. I knew him quite well.
But he wasn’t mine.
He wasn’t the one who occupied my thoughts and starred in my dreams. Dusty was that man. Troy was a crutch, a substitute for what I truly wanted and needed. His good-night kiss was sweet and the taste of him lingered long after he was gone, and yet somehow I knew beyond that last mind-blowing orgasm lay an abyss. I had just experienced something that could never be repeated. I can’t say how I knew it, but this was the last time.
He wouldn’t come back again.