Bred by the Bushmen

“We just took a break from work, and I needed you, but you were nowhere to be found.” He leaned over and kissed behind her ear. “I had to track you.”

“You’ve found me now,” she whispered.

“I have.” He tugged her pants over the curve of her ass, then down her legs. Her pants and boots dropped heavily to the wooden floor. She braced her hands against the edges of the table to avoid falling off. “I need you. Open those legs for me, baby.”

She still felt a bit shy being so exposed, even if the brothers had explored every inch of her body, over and over again. Opal positioned her heels on the ends of the table and let her knees drop open, leaving her slick pussy exposed to him. She still had on her coat and toque, the cool air giving her legs goosebumps.

He unbuttoned his jacket and she watched as each button opened. She loved his body, every hard-earned muscle. He turned her on so effortlessly.

The sound of a zipper lowering caught her attention. Damon released his thick, hard cock. God, he was impressive, and all she could think about was him filling her. But he toyed with her, rubbing the mushroom head up and down her moist slit, teasing her until she was panting.

“Give it to me,” she demanded.

“Hush now, little one. You’re lucky you’re getting anything after worrying me like you did.” He pressed in an inch as he licked his lower lip. His lips were thick and this stubble coarse—all man. When he pulled back out, she was dizzy with need.

“Please!”

Then the door opened and Caleb stepped in.

****

“Getting started without me?” Caleb asked.

What a sight he walked in on. Opal was braced on her elbows on the table, her legs spread wide. The entire shack smelled like sex and his cock was already hard.

“Don’t worry. We were waiting,” said Damon.

“You found our fort,” he said. “We used to play here for hours. Not like this, though.” He ran his finger along her inner thigh, making her shiver.

“Please, Caleb. I’m horny.”

He smirked, giving Damon a sideways glance. His brother was punishing her, getting her hotter than hell before they shared her. She deserved a bit of sweet torture for hiking so far from home. He liked her close by so he could protect her from anything. At this distance, he wouldn’t have been able to hear her scream.

“Damon’s here,” he said.

She shook her head. “He won’t give me his cock. Give me yours.”

He smirked. Fuck, he wanted to give it to her. It took all his resolve not to plunge inside of her heat to take away her ache.

“Patience, sweet thing.” Caleb braced both arms on the table at either side of her waist and kissed her hard on the mouth. She was completely wanton, her tongue tracing the inside of his mouth as they kissed. “Go on, touch yourself.”

She reached down to rub circles over her clit, but quickly pulled her hand away. “No, I want the real thing.”

“What do you want?” asked Damon.

“I told you I wanted your cock.” She scowled. “You’re being mean.”

Damon leaned down and lapped his tongue along her folds, just one. She cried out, trying to grab his head. “Say please.”

“Please.”

“Okay, baby, you’ve been punished long enough,” said Damon. He positioned himself between her legs before sinking in deep. She sighed, tossing her head back. Damon growled and began to fuck her, holding her hips as he pistoned in and out. The small table creaked and groaned, the sounds of sex growing louder by the second.

“I want more. I want both of you,” she said, writhing on the table. Her body arched up, needed more, needing to be double-fucked. Of course, Caleb was ready for anything. He’d hoped that after following Damon he’d find just this scenario. After working with his hands all day, he wanted to drown in Opal’s curves. He felt for the lube in his pocket, his hard cock ready to blow off his zipper.

“Pick her up,” said Caleb. There wasn’t much room in the small shack. The bunk beds were burned long ago after the mattresses went moldy. It had been hard when they’d had to live and sleep there when their parents were building their homestead. But it had been full of love, and they were mostly outside working or playing, regardless. He couldn’t wait to make those same sweet memories with Damon, Opal, and their children.

Damon hoisted her up, his cock still deep in her pussy. She wrapped her legs snuggly around him and held his neck.

“You’ll drop me,” she said with a squeal.

“Oh no, I’ve got you, baby,” said Damon. Compared to their massive size, Opal was a lightweight.

Caleb lubed his cock and pressed a finger full of the sticky substance slowly into her asshole. She tensed, then sighed, knowing what was to come. “Caleb, oh God.”