Train Me Daddy

What was happening? Her world was being turned upside down. Was she right in thinking that Archer was suggesting…it couldn’t be!

He was staring at her with a deathly intensity. The dimpling smile on his face had disapp

eared and now he looked more like his brother than ever. He meant business and he wasn’t shy about it.

“Maybe we should ask…” She began to say again; her hands were trembling from the force of her desire for him.

“Are you kidding me? He’s my twin, I don’t need to ask permission first.” Archer said and in two quick steps he had closed the gap between them.

Ivy had her mouth slightly open, and Archer went for it. He was kissing her within seconds, taking the breath away from her and Ivy had no choice but to simply melt into his arms.

Ivy remained suspended, while Archer kissed her, ferociously, like he wanted to taste her mouth with urgency. She could feel his tongue roving inside her mouth while his hands explored her breasts. He had seen her hardened nipples and he wanted them. He cupped and squeezed her breasts and pinched both her nipples hard.

She winced against his mouth.

“What’s the matter? You didn’t like it?” He asked, drawing himself away from her. When he did, she suddenly felt dizzy. Her desire for him was overpowering, she could barely stand straight. Then Archer was on his knees, right in front of her, unzipping her pants.

Ivy closed her eyes tightly shut as she felt her pants come loose and then fall to the ground. They were in the stable, surrounded by the horses, with the front door closed and very little light coming in. But she didn’t need to see to know what he was doing next.

Archer had hooked a finger under the seam of her panties and he was slipping it down, gliding it down her curvaceous smooth thighs, then her calves and then Ivy was naked, bottom down in front of the full clothed Archer.

He remained kneeling in front of her, looking up at her face expectantly. What did he want her to do? She felt lost, overwhelmed, and she licked her lips nervously at him.

He smiled suddenly, those dimples reappearing on his face. His dark shaggy hair glistened in the golden light filtering in through the wooden slits of the door.

“You better not move.” He said, in a hard-authoritative voice and then his fingers were feeling her wetness. Ivy gasped from the suddenness and the pleasure of that sensation. It was enticing to have Archer’s thick long fingers sliding smoothly into her. She welcomed him in, and he slipped two fingers into her, still looking up at her face. He wanted to watch as her body reacted, he wanted to catch that exact moment when she would scream from pleasure.

His fingers reached, deeper and deeper into her and she stood over him, with her legs parted, unable to move.

“I have to prepare you for what’s coming. You’re so tight.” She heard him say, and instantly she could feel her juices flowing out of her, trickling down the insides of her thighs. Archer raised his other hand and placed it on her waist, holding her in place as he started pumping his fingers into her. Ivy could feel her legs quivering, her body shaking from the motion of what he was doing. He had a victorious smile on his face as he did it. He was happy with what he was seeing.

“You’re ready now.” He said, suddenly taking his fingers out, right when she was so close to the edge. When she was going to come. Just one more push and she would have come instantly. But he was going to make her wait.

He kept his eyes locked on her, as he started unbuckling his jeans. They fell to the ground and Ivy bit down on her lip. Archer Cooper’s glorious big dick faced her, hanging hard and strong from between his legs. He was ready too, big and throbbing. She breathed in as he reached for her shoulders with both his hands.

“You’re going to have the ride of your life, little Ivy.” She heard him say, just as he lifted her up. His hands were on her waist and he picked her up, their faces towards each other, the tip of her nose was facing him.

She felt Archer slide into her, the moment she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Ivy moaned loudly and flung her head back. He was propping her up, using his hips to start pumping into her. She could feel the thickness of his dick, how big and deep he was inside her. She was grateful that he had prepared her first, because she might not have been able to take in his full length. And again, she felt like she wasn’t going to last very long.

“You better tell me if you’re coming, young lady.” Archer growled as he thrust and thrust, deep inside her, stroking her G spot repeatedly, making her body quiver with agony.

“I’m coming. I’m coming.” Ivy screamed, unconscious of who could hear her cries. She felt her body release as Archer continued to pump. Her hands clutched his broad shoulder, she could feel her breasts squeezing against the rock-solid chest that he was pressing her against. He was holding her up like she was no weight at all, and bouncing her off and in on his dick.

Archer was laughing as he watched her come, and then he shot into her as well. Her orgasm was lasting for ages; her breath was still caught in her throat. Archer’s grip on her waist intensified as he rammed himself into her repeatedly. They were coming together now. Archer’s laughs made her laugh too. It was a heady mixture of pleasure and happiness as she felt him emptying gloriously into her.

She remained entwined with him, while he shuddered, emptying the last of his juices into her, burying it deep inside her. Ivy hadn’t realized how hard she had been squeezing him with her legs, and now that she released him, she tumbled softly down. He kept his grip on her, so that she landed on her butt, gently on some hay and Archer laughed.

“Careful there, young lady, we wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” He said, in a deep humorous voice.

Ivy bit down on her lip and giggled, shaking her head to move the curls away from her face. Finally, when she looked at him, she could now see Archer Cooper in all his naked glory. With no thread of clothing on his body, she could finally admire him.

He didn’t look like his brother; she had been imagining it all wrong. They had similar broad chests, muscular shoulders and a light dusting of dark hair running down in a line from his navel. But Archer Cooper was definitely his own man, and he had fucked her in a way entirely different from Leon.

Ivy couldn’t keep herself from smiling as she walked back towards the well behind the house, the empty bucket hanging from the crook of her arm. The orgasm that Archer had given her, had an all-encompassing happy feel and suddenly Ivy felt like she was on seventh Heaven. Like everything was good in her life and she had all the happiness in the world to look forward to.

She couldn’t be certain how long this feeling was going to last, but she sure as Hell was going to make use of it.