Chapter Nine

Carla closed her eyes as she lay back in the long grass, wallowing in the warmth that permeated from the bright sun overhead. Birds were singing and the water was lapping gently in the nearby stream. The perfume of wild flowers surrounded her and she could almost smell the greenness of the fresh grass. She couldn’t help but smile—this was perfect!

“Think she’s asleep?” Matt whispered from somewhere very close by, and she giggled.

“I think you’ve got your answer right there, bro.” Dyson wasn’t far away either.

Carla loved feeling them both so close to her and breathed in the scents of their aftershaves as they both moved a little nearer.

Something tickled her cheek and she flinched with another giggle. Blinking, she stared straight up into the bright emerald eyes of Matt, who was teasing her gently with a blade of grass.

“You’re so mean,” she moaned playfully.

“Oh yeah. Let me show you just how mean I can be, darlin’.” Matt leaned over and tickled her side with his big, warm hand.

Carla let out a shriek. She had always been horrendously ticklish and Matt had just found her weakest spot. Squirming, she put her hands up to stop him but his muscles were far too much for her to fight. Between laughter she tried to shout at him, but he was clearly having way too much fun. He caressed and teased her writhing body as she wriggled, giggling uncontrollably. She finally managed to grab his flexed biceps and pull herself up to a sitting position where she tried to tickle him back.

“Oh no you don’t.” He was way too quick for her and grabbed her arms, pulling her close to him with a smile that could light up the sky on a foggy winter’s night.

His spicy scent surrounded her as his mouth came down to meet hers and he took her lips in a long, lingering kiss. Carla felt her insides turn to mush and she reached up and ran her fingers through his dark, wavy hair as he loosened his grip on her arms. He took her in his embrace and she moaned into his mouth as the kiss seemed to last forever.

She gradually became aware of Dyson snuggling in behind her and she gasped.

“Shh,” Dyson whispered in her ear and she felt a clench in her pussy.

Feeling both guys’ arms around her, Matt kissing her mouth while Dyson nuzzled her neck, was like heaven on earth. Relaxing slightly, she reached back with one hand, eager to touch both of them at the same time.

Dyson chuckled, his voice reverberating through his chest and tickling her back, as his hand took hers, placing her trembling fingers against his hot face.

Carla felt a burn in her stomach as she tipped her head back, relishing the tenderness of the two guys, who continued to caress and stroke her fevered body.

Eventually she opened her eyes to see Matt smiling back at her with a glazed expression. Dyson moved into her line of sight, also smiling, a languid look on his face, which reassured her that everything was all right. Their arms were still draped around her, surrounding her in their warmth.

She stared from one handsome face to the other, as myriad questions flooded her addled brain.

“You ever had two guys before, baby?” Dyson’s question somehow seemed to answer all of hers and she shook her head slowly.

“You don’t know what you’ve been missing,” Matt growled salaciously.

She felt her pussy clench and gawped up at him.

“We like to share,” Dyson explained. If that was an explanation! It was actually a statement which threw up a whole host of new questions in her mind and she gulped as she tried to take it all in.

Their calm smiles told her they could read her mind, and, though she didn’t quite know why, she found that a comfort.

The guys shifted positions slightly and Dyson slowly moved forward, taking her mouth in a sensual kiss which felt like it could last all day. His soft tongue tangled with hers and she gently probed his cool mouth. Dyson’s calm serenity surrounded her, reassuring and relaxing her, while he covered her in tender kisses and gentle caresses.

She could feel Matt behind her this time, his stubble deliciously tickling the back of her neck as he nibbled his way down to her shoulders. He carefully pulled back the elasticized neckline of her gypsy top and she gasped as she felt his hot mouth explore her upper back.

She closed her eyes and relaxed into the confident ministrations of the two gorgeous hunks, losing herself in the feeling of sensuality and tenderness.

Matt’s long fingers found their way around to her stomach and she gasped as he ran his hands up and down her torso, not quite reaching her breasts then almost—but not exactly—probing her waistband. She balked as anticipation mounted within her, and felt her breathing become heavier as she let the feelings wash over her.

“Shh,” Matt soothed in her ear and she gulped, realizing how much he could sense her excitement.

She leaned back into his heaving chest and noticed that she wasn’t the only one who was becoming affected. Dyson licked and teased his way down her neck and throat as she gasped for air, and she felt the smoothness of his face as his kisses gradually sank lower down her body. The elastic of her top was being stretched as Dyson’s mouth sought its way south, and she suddenly felt abandoned and wanton. She willed him to pull her left breast from the confines of its cup as he nibbled and nipped his way down with his hot lips. His deep chuckle told her that he had once again read her mind, but he didn’t act on her wishes.

“Wanna get more comfy?” Dyson whispered, lifting his face momentarily and leaving her feeling bereft.

Her eyes sprang open and she gasped as she took in his dazed, dark green eyes.

She nodded. It was all that was needed. Matt quickly whipped his T-shirt over his head before his sure fingers took hold of the bottom of her gypsy top. She stared at the rippling muscles of his torso, trying to remind herself to breathe.

“Sure?” he checked before going any further.

Carla nodded. She couldn’t remember a time when she had been surer of anything in her life.

He carefully pulled the cotton up over her head, and she sighed as the warm air surrounded her trembling flesh.

“Beautiful,” Matt gazed admiringly at her body, sending a gush of pride through her.

Dyson had already removed his shirt, too, and she noticed his body was every bit as enticing as his brother’s. She gasped as she took them both in.

Matt’s lips covered hers once more and she moaned as his slightly hairy chest tickled her skin. She loved the feel of his flesh against hers and felt herself sink into his embrace as his strong arms embraced her once again. His spicy scent was even more noticeable now, and she breathed him in like he was her lifeline. Still kissing her, he gently laid her back on the soft grass and she relished its coolness against her overheated skin.

She could feel his rock-hard erection dig into her leg as he lay beside her and she gasped at its monstrous size. She panted as the excitement welled within her, and was even more ecstatic when she felt Dyson sliding next to her on her other side. Her pussy gushed with mounting anticipation and she was acutely aware of his thick, hard member jabbing into her other thigh.

Tugging at Matt’s dark waves, she pulled him even closer to her as her tongue frantically invaded his hot mouth. His hands were roaming up and down her body, as were Dyson’s, and she was finding it hard to distinguish who was touching her where. She flinched and squirmed as their fingers teased and caressed her quivering flesh, and she felt a mixture of relief and nervousness when the zipper was finally released on her fly.

Someone shushed in her ear—she guessed Matt—and she took a deep breath to quell her anxiety.

Then Matt nibbled his way down to her right breast and this time she felt the lace being gently slid down her flesh as the fresh air wafted deliciously over her hardened nipple. Matt took the over-sensitized nub with his wet lips and he sucked it hard between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

Carla yelped at the new sensation and felt a soothing hand stroke her cheek. Matt continued to tease her tight areola, nipping and sucking as tingles ran through her body.

A hand was circling her stomach, gently teasing the waistband of her pink, lacy panties. She balked, sure that he—she guessed Dyson—could tell how wet she was becoming. She tried to clench her thighs together as another gush escaped her, and heard a low chuckle—definitely Dyson! He leaned closer and his poker-stiff erection brushed against the side of her pussy, reassuring her that she wasn’t alone in her fervor.

“You are so gorgeous,” Dyson assured her.

Matt’s hand had found her left breast, and he squeezed her nipple between his finger and thumb, mimicking the actions of his mouth on her right.

It was all becoming too much and she felt her whole body buck under their ministrations.

The guys could obviously read her like a book. She felt Dyson shift again beside her. “Ready, baby?”

She nodded, not really sure what she was ready for, but whatever it was they had in mind she was certainly more than ready!

Dyson quickly removed her boots before tugging her tight jeans down her legs. She felt relieved as the air surrounded her hot flesh, and yet somehow exposed and vulnerable at the same time.

“You’ve got such a lovely body, baby.” Dyson’s appreciative murmur was a great comfort and she flushed under his compliment.

Matt suddenly released her ample breasts from the confines of her pink lacy bra and she sighed as they flopped free.

“Beautiful!” he breathed as he gazed admiringly at her, and she felt her face glow hot.

She had always thought herself too big to be attractive, and her large boobs far too out-of-control to be desirable, but these guys obviously thought otherwise!

“We want you, baby.” Dyson’s voice wasn’t much above a whisper, but the sound filled her senses as well as her heart.

She looked over at him, noticing his eyes were more black than green now, as he gazed lustily at her body. Her pussy clenched. Was this for real?

“He’s right,” Matt assured her, his hoarse whisper echoing his brother’s. “We both want you, darlin’. Is this what you want?” His finger trailed down her left breast and over her hard nipple which immediately tensed under his touch. Although her body had clearly answered his question, he watched her face for her affirmation.

“Yes.” She could hardly breathe for excitement.

Matt winked at her. “Right answer.” He nodded before taking her mouth in another searing kiss.

Dyson tickled her bikini line before his long fingers delved under the lace of her sodden panties.

Her initial embarrassment soon dissipated as Matt’s thick tongue danced with her own, and Dyson easily found his way into the folds of her aching pussy.

Carla spread her legs wider as she panted hard into Matt’s relentless mouth.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he whispered to her, freeing her lips just long enough for her to gasp a much-needed breath of air.

His words caused the burn inside her to glow even hotter—she had never had a guy speak to her during sex before.

“You’re so gorgeous, so wet.” Dyson was another talker, and she welcomed it.

She felt Dyson’s large hand cover her whole mound as his fingers probed deeper into her weeping hole and she gasped. His thumb circled her clit and she had to hold on tight to Matt’s shoulders to try to stop herself thrashing about as the sensation mounted to a fever pitch inside her.

Matt’s tongue was now jabbing in and out of her mouth, deliciously mimicking his brother’s fingers in her pussy, and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she savored every new feeling which flooded her body.

Suddenly she felt Dyson swipe his finger directly over the hard nub of her clit and she screamed into Matt’s mouth. Her eyes sprang open and she gazed into Matt’s almost-black eyes, which were somehow spurring her on.

“That’s it, baby. Come for us!” Dyson’s voice permeated her brain and she felt a second gush escape her as another orgasm ripped through her, dripping down his fingers.

“Beautiful, baby!” Dyson gasped before quickly whipping the sodden material from her body and replacing it with his hot mouth. He lapped up her juices and sucked hard at her over-sensitized flesh.

Carla bucked her hips toward him and relished his groan as she pushed her pussy against his welcoming mouth. Dyson was between her legs, holding her waist as her whole body was wracked with uncontrollable spasms. Her head was a delicious mush and she wailed and gasped into Matt’s mouth, while his kisses gradually became less fervent and more tender as they all calmed down a little.

She closed her eyes, letting the sensations wash over her as she slowly drifted back to earth. When she opened her eyes again Matt was looking down at her with big, lustful eyes.

“Beautiful,” he breathed.

Carla swallowed hard, trying to compute what had just happened. She hardly had time to make sense of any of it before Dyson leaned toward her, his gorgeous face smiling over his brother’s shoulder.

“I wanna make love to you, baby.” Dyson’s voice was a low growl and hope shone from his loving eyes.

Carla felt a burn inside her and knew this was what she wanted, too.

“Yes.” She didn’t need to think about it.

Dyson grinned, before quickly getting into position, his fingers trailing back through her still-dripping pussy, while he tore a foil packet with his teeth.

“I want you, too.” She stared up into Matt’s dark-emerald eyes.

“Sure, darlin’?”

She nodded.

Matt didn’t need telling twice. He swung a leg over her body so he was sitting astride her torso, and pulled open his jeans.

His long, thick cock took her breath away. It sprang from its confines, presenting itself to attention in front of her waiting mouth.

“It’s all right, darlin’. You can take it,” he assured her gently.

She poked out her tongue and licked tentatively at the drop of salty liquid that oozed from its eye. He tasted delicious. She swirled her tongue lovingly around the velvet tip and down the massive shaft. Encompassing it with her lips, she then welcomed it into her mouth while Matt slowly fed it into her heat and down her relaxed throat. Easing it slowly in and out of her, Matt soon found a comfortable rhythm as she licked and lapped at his enormous manhood.

Carla was spurred on by Dyson’s tender ministrations in her pussy. His fingers stroked her folds while his thumb continued to torment her aching clit.

Her breath was rampant when she finally felt Dyson shift slightly and she squealed with delight when she felt his sheathed helmet probe the mouth of her waiting pussy.

“Oh yeah, darlin’.” Matt was clearly enjoying the sensation of her moans as her lips reverberated against his cock.

Carla had never had a man as big as Dyson before, and winced when his huge member plowed into her, stretching her with delicious pain.

“That’s it, baby. You can have all of me.” Dyson’s voice seeped into her head, whirling in her fevered thoughts. In that instant she felt that he meant every word and she felt a warmth swamp her whole being. For the first time in her life Carla felt wanted, desired, loved.

As the guys continued their delicious assailment on her welcoming body she lost herself in the feeling of their connection, their togetherness, foreverness.

She was floating somewhere in the ether as the fever mounted within her and she heard a muffled scream that she realized was hers. Bright stars flashed in front of her closed eyes, and an inexplicable feeling of euphoria spread through her whole body. Her mind. For an instant she gave her whole being to the guys who were offering themselves to her.

Heat gushed through her system as Matt exploded into her mouth, his thick, warm semen flowing down her open throat. His strangled roar filled the air as the smell of their ecstasy surrounded their senses. Dyson groaned as he, too, erupted, pushing hard into her, almost tearing her apart as his hot juices filled the thin sack which denied her his seed.

She lay in the soft grass taking everything they could give her. She wanted nothing less. Needed nothing more.

Their bodies slumped, spent and elated. Matt’s cock had hardly shrunk as he carefully withdrew it from her mouth. Her jaw ached in the best way possible. Dyson gently pulled out of her, his still-massive cock sending sensational shivers through her as it lit up her tiny nerve-ending on its way out. Slowly the guys lifted their weight from her frame and she felt the cool air wash over her heated body as they took their places on either of her.

It was a relief to feel them so close to her, although she couldn’t bring herself to tell them so. Each slung a tired arm around her and she snuggled into them as they all lay panting and spent on the warm, soft mountain grass.

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Carla awoke a while later, alone on the grass, and covered in a soft blanket. She sat up and was relieved to find that the guys weren’t far away.

“Sorry, darlin’, we had to start without you,” Matt called over from a spot by the river where they had laid out the food.

“I told him to wait but he wouldn’t have it,” Dyson told her apologetically, as he came over to help her up.

She was naked under the blanket, and noticed that they were not only dressed, but both looked quite refreshed, too.

“We took a dip in the stream,” Dyson explained, clearly reading her thoughts again “It’s a bit cold but it’s clean.”

Carla nodded. She felt sticky and uncomfortable while her body ached deliciously in all the right places.

She flung the blanket to one side as she headed into the cool mountain stream, and shivered at the temperature. He hadn’t been kidding about it being cold!

She ducked under the water, which didn’t seem so bad once she was in it. She shivered but it was good to wash her skin. She smiled at the guys, who were watching her from the shore. Their salacious expressions told her they were enjoying the show, and she wasn’t about to complain. They sure were handsome guys and the scene from where she was looking was to die for, too.

Matt was eating a chicken leg, and her body tingled as she imagined it was her he was devouring instead. The look on his face told her the thought had crossed his mind, too, and she giggled.

Dyson tipped his beer bottle to her in a salute. Suddenly her mouth watered and she felt a clench in her pussy. Glad that most of her body was hidden in the water, she chuckled to herself. They had had a great time, and she hoped it was going to last a while yet.

She dried herself in the blanket, which she remembered seeing rolled up on the back of Matt’s horse earlier, and got dressed.

“Aw, now you’ve ruined it!” Matt teased her as she joined them for the food.

“Oh, I don’t know. She’s still as beautiful as ever,” Dyson remarked, offering her a drink.

He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and winked at her as she took the bottle from him. A warm glow settled in her stomach and she smiled.

“We’ll have to head back soon,” Matt remarked, looking up at the sky a short while later.

They had all finished eating now and it was already beginning to get dark.

“I can’t believe how long we’ve been up here.” Carla gasped as she checked her watch.

“Time flies when you’re having fun!” Dyson shot her a salacious grin as he secured the saddlebags on his horse.

“We had a wonderful time today, darlin’.” Matt came over to her and took her in his arms. His skin felt cooler now and she snuggled into him.

“I did, too,” she assured him.

Suddenly Dyson was behind her, his big arms wrapping around her. “You are beautiful, baby,” he whispered.

Carla felt a glow inside her. Somehow she just didn’t want today to ever end.

They made their way stealthily back down the mountain and arrived at the farm just as dusk fell. Dismounting, they led the horses over to the stable block. Carla was surprised to hear the sound of a phone ringing as they crossed the yard.

“We have to have it amplified out here or we’d never hear it,” Dyson explained to her stunned expression. “I’d better get it; must be something important to be calling on a Sunday.”

Matt nodded and took Bronco’s reins as Dyson ran over to the house.

“I’m glad you enjoyed today,” Matt told her as they settled and fed the horses.

“Thank you, I had a great time.” She smiled at him, suddenly feeling a little shy. “I’ve never…you know.”

He nodded with a smile. “I know. But you enjoyed it, right?”

“Yeah, it was…” She couldn’t find the word, she realized at the last minute.

He chuckled. “Inexplicable?”

She nodded. “That’ll do,” she told him with a giggle.

He slung an arm around her and led her back toward the house, where Dyson was waiting on the veranda.

“I’m gonna head into town,” he informed them as they neared the porch. “Seems there’s some stranger around asking a lot of questions. Might be perfectly innocent, but you never know.” Dyson shrugged.

“I’ll run Carla home then I’ll come join you.” Matt sounded wary and Carla guessed that this must be quite an unusual occurrence in Cavern County. That would be why the whole town suddenly wanted to know all about her when she first arrived.

Dyson came over and gave her a big kiss and a hug before heading toward the large garage.

The pick-up was still in the yard, and she and Matt jumped in before he kicked up the dust as he zoomed down the trail.

“He seemed worried,” Carla remarked casually, gesturing back to the farm.

“We don’t get many strangers around here,” Matt informed her gravely, “and when we do they usually bring trouble with them.”