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Chapter 9
 

Ruth’s heart was pounding out of her chest as Wyatt led them
through to his bedroom. Sex with Colby had been amazing, but the idea of taking
two such gorgeous men at once made her whole body tingle. She’d never had a
threesome before despite being such a dominant woman in the bedroom. From the
way that Wyatt was acting she had to assume that he hadn’t either. She wasn’t
sure about Colby, but she hoped that he had so at least one of them would know
what they were doing.

Wyatt opened the door to his room and Ruth wasn’t surprised
to find the room themed with a western look. A large king sized bed sat against
the far wall covered in the most luxurious bedding that Ruth had ever seen.
Without skipping a beat she decided that she was going to be the one to get
things started. She stripped naked, leaving her clothes in a pile on the floor
and with a running start she launched herself on to the bed. It was far more
luxurious than it looked and she couldn’t help moaning as she flopped down in
to the thick down comforter.

“It’s so plush!” She exclaimed as she looked over at the
brother who were both staring at her naked body. “Well?” She said. “Isn’t
anyone going to join me?”

Colby was next to strip naked. He knew that Wyatt wouldn’t
do it first. His cock was already thick just from the sight of Ruth’s pussy.
Doing his best to ignore his brother, Colby crawled up on the bed and straddled
Ruth’s neck. He tapped the head of his cock on her lips and she parted them for
him hungrily. As he leaned back, Colby could feel the pillow of her huge tits
under his ass.

Wyatt watched as Ruth spread her legs, making sure that he
got the perfect view as she began to service his brother. Wyatt knew that he
was going to cum and it’d been so long since he’d been inside a woman. Throwing
his fears aside he stripped bare and climbed up on the bed as well. As he slid
up between Ruth’s thick thighs he could hear the sound of her sucking his
brother’s cock. She hungrily slurped at him and Colby couldn’t help but moan as
she did. Wyatt reached down and sliding his hands under Ruth’s thighs, he
lifted them. He could already see her pussy glistening for him.

Holding the backs of her thighs, Wyatt pressed the tip of
his throbbing cock against her wet hole.

“Mmm, yes!” Ruth said after she slipped Colby’s cock from
her mouth. “Mmm, stick it in me!” She begged Wyatt before she slid Colby’s cock
back in her mouth and hungrily sucked at him.

“Ahhhh!” Colby shouted out as he drove his cock further down
her warm wet throat.

Wyatt pushed forward, the tip of his cock vanishing inside
her wet pussy. The soft warmth of her surrounded him and he took a sharp breath
in.

“Oh, God!” Wyatt said as he drove forward, the full length
of his cock quickly vanishing inside her. She was so wet that he easily slid in
and listening to her noisily gulping down Colby’s cock only made Wyatt hornier.
“God, you’re so wet!” Wyatt said as he pulled back and thrust forward again.

“Mmm!” Ruth hummed around Colby’s throbbing member. She
could feel him swelling inside her mouth. It wouldn’t be long before she got a
creamy cum shot right down her throat. She hoped that both of the brothers
would cum at the same time, filling her at both ends!

Colby drove his cock just as far down Ruth’s throat as he
could. Holding it there he thrust quickly, feeling her throat closing around
him. The wet slurping spurred Wyatt on as he pounded Ruth as hard as he could.
He could feel her getting tighter around him and it almost had him to the edge.

“Mmm!” Ruth moaned again. She wasn’t going to last with
Wyatt’s vigorous thrusting. “Mmm!” Her pussy tightened and her body stiffened.
She stilled with Colby’s cock down her throat. “Mmmmmm” She cried out as her
body finally released and began to spasm around Wyatt’s thick cock. The
intensity of her orgasm pulled Wyatt deeper inside her, rippling around him.

“Ohhhh…” Wyatt said as he thrust jerkily.

“Ohhhh!” Colby joined in.

Ruth lifted her head, sucking Colby further down her throat
than she had ever sucked a cock before. The tightness was all it took for Colby
and his whole body jerked in pleasure as his cum began to spill down her
throat.

“Mmm!” Ruth choked out between gulps of Colby’s cum.

“Oh God!” Wyatt thrust deep inside Ruth’s pussy and then his
body jerked with short sharp thrusts. “Ahhh!” Ruth felt his cum spilling out
inside of her as his cock jerked.

 

The room filled with the worn breathing of the three of them
as they all lay naked on the king sized bed. Ruth lay between the brothers, her
body still trembling from the intensity of her stimulation. She had never
dreamed that taking a mouthful of cum while having her pussy filled would give
her such intense pleasure. She had never felt anything like it before, but she
was hungry to try it again.

“Hmm…” She hummed as she looked at Colby and then over at
Wyatt. Wyatt looked up at her with a tired smile.

“What’s that?” He asked. Ruth smiled and shook her head.

“Ohh, I was just thinking about how you didn’t want to do
this. Then I was thinking about how this is the most incredible thing that I’ve
ever done.” She looked up at the ceiling as Wyatt leaned in and kissed the side
of her neck gently.

“I’d have to say that this is the most incredible thing that
I’ve ever done as well.” He lay his head down on her huge breast and looked
over at Colby. “How about you?” Colby smirked as he lay his head on Ruth’s
other massive breast.

“I’d say it was a little more than incredible.”

Chapter 10
 

Colby opened the fridge and pulled out the rest of the
chicken. He placed the plate on the kitchen island and then dove back in to the
fridge again. This time he pulled out a tub of potato salad and a large bowl of
fruit and set them next to the chicken. Lastly he brought out a large pitcher
of iced tea. Once the food was all set out he pulled out some plates and
glasses and headed back to the bedroom.

“Okay, I’ve got a little picnic all ready for us out in the
kitchen.” Wyatt was still laying with his head on Ruth’s naked breast. When
Ruth heard the mention of food however she quickly slid out from under him.

“I’m starving! What’re we having?” She asked.

“Some chicken, potato salad, fruit, iced tea…” She licked
her lips as Colby listed out the food.

“It sounds fabulous. God, you guys really know how to work
up a girl’s appetite!” Colby laughed as he led Ruth through to the kitchen.

Wyatt lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling. He couldn’t
make sense of just how intense the threesome with Ruth had been. In his head it
was all kinds of wrong. Your brother should never be in the same room as you
while you’re with a woman, let alone being with the woman as well. In a way
though, the wrongness of it only made it more appealing. Besides, he wasn’t
going to shy away from a woman as beautiful as Ruth and he certainly wasn’t
going to run from the best sex that he’d ever had.

When Wyatt joined Ruth and Colby out in the kitchen he
poured himself a glass of iced tea.

“So, Wyatt…” Colby chewed a mouth full of chicken. “I was
telling Ruth earlier that we’ve been looking for an accountant and she’s an
accountant…” Wyatt drank down the full glass of tea before nodding.

“Mmm hmm…”

“Well I was thinking that if we brought on Ruth here as our
company accountant that it would come with some damn good perks.” Colby looked
at Ruth suggestively and then looked back to Wyatt. “Whaddya think?”

“I think it’s a pretty good idea, but I’m not firing Mary,
that’s all on you.” Colby nodded as he took another bite of chicken.

“I’m pretty sure it’ll cost me another date, but I can do
that.” Ruth laughed.

“Is anyone going to ask me if I want to come and work for
you two heathens?” Colby swallowed his mouth full of chicken

“Well, do you want to come and work for us two heathens?” He
asked sarcastically. Ruth pretended to think about it, exaggeratingly tapping
her lips with her finger.

“What’s in it for me?” She asked.

“Good wages and a ranch to live on?” Wyatt offered.

“Not to mention waking up with your choice of two incredibly
handsome men each morning…or both of us if you want?” Colby added.

“Well that sounds like a pretty good start.” Ruth said as
she picked up a piece of chicken and took a bite.

“A start?” Colby balked. “Honey, that’s about all we got to
offer.” Ruth chewed her chicken pensively before nodding.

“Well, I suppose it’s better than nothin’” She said. “But
you two have to help me move out here. I’m not packing up and moving all on my
lonesome.” Wyatt nodded at Colby.

“Colby’s your man for that.” Colby shook his head.

“I’m pretty sure I’m busy that day, but we have a few ranch
hands who could probably do the job for you.” Ruth rolled her eyes.

“I see how it’s going to be. You’re just going to use me for
sex aren’t you?” She raised a single eyebrow and looked at each of the brothers
in turn. Wyatt shook his head innocently but Colby nodded.

“You can bet your cute little behind that I am, I’ve never
had sex like that before!” Ruth laughed.

“Darlin’ there is nothing little about my behind.” Colby
grinned.

“And don’t I know it!” He spanked her ass quickly and she
squealed and jumped out of the way. “So? Are you gonna move in with the cowboy
brothers or what?”

“I’m not sure, the being used for sex part might be a deal
breaker…” Colby moved behind her, rubbing his naked cock against her bare ass.

“Is that true?”

“Mmm hmm.” Ruth said, trying to ignore the incredible
sensation that was rising inside of her.

“Are you sure?” Colby rubbed his cock against her again.
Seeing an opportunity, Wyatt stepped in front of her and grabbed her plump tits
in his hands with a smile.

“How about now?” Ruth reached down and wrapped her fingers
around Wyatt’s already hardening cock.

“I think this just might persuade me to stay.” Ruth said as
she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Wyatt’s.

The BBW MILF Gets Taken Rough
 
 
 
 

By: Olivia A. Raine

The
BBW MILF Gets Taken Rough

 

©Olivia A. Raine, 2016 – All rights
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Chapter One
 

Mrs. Danielle Malone was devastated. She’s in the front row,
a black net veiling her eyes as she wept.
  
It was so sudden.
 
Jerry had been
her rock.
 
And now he was gone.
 
When they first dated, folks sneered, saying
she was dating him only for his money.
 
What did a twenty-eight year old woman want with a fifty-two year old
man?
 

Now, three years later, as people finally accepted them as a
couple, Jerry dropped dead.
 
He just
collapsed. He left most of his estate to his son, Richie, which was fine with
her because he was a boy -- well a young man now of nineteen -- and he had
college ahead of him.
 
Jerry left
Danielle well taken care of.
 
Besides she
had her own business.
 
An organics skin
care products. Most of her clients were masseuses.

Life was good in so many ways.
 
Danielle was young, beautiful, and rich. She
lived in a beautiful, sweeping ranch house in a development with rambling lots
separated by equestrian fences.
 
She was
avid rider.
 
Jerry built a small horse
barn for her and she had one thoroughbred and one warm blood in the stalls. She
was such a lucky woman.

But she was alone.
 
Heartbroken.
 
The love of her life
was now gone.
 
She sat next to Richie who
was just as torn up about the loss of Jerry as she was.
 
Jerry was his hero. The two would
occasionally take the other’s hand and just hold on for dear life.
 
This was hard.
 
But they would get through it together.
 
They were all each other had.

After the funeral, after the wake, Danielle nodded on the
sofa.
 
She was awakened by the soft sound
of laughter outside the house.
 
It was
dark outside.
 
No telling how long she had
been asleep.
 
It was the first sleep she
remembered having since Jerry died.
 
It
would be a long time before that happened again.
 

She looked at her watch.
 
It was nearly one in the morning.
  
Richie was outside with his friends and apparently sharing some good
times.
 
But she needed to try to go to
sleep.
 
He must have thinking the same
thing for no sooner had she thought about asking him to wrap it up did she hear
a car loading up and driving out.
 
Richie
stepped inside the entry way.

“Hey there,” he said.

Richie was the kid and here he was taking care of her.
 
She could hear it in his voice.

“What are you still doing up?” he asked.
         

“Same as you,” she said.
 
“Couldn’t sleep.”

“I think this might be the first funeral that I’ve been to
where I didn’t sneak a little alcohol,” he said.

“Yeah this attending funerals sober thing is for the birds,”
she teased.

Richie was such a sweet kid but in so many ways he was
already such a man.
 
He was definitely
his father’s son.
 
He looked a lot like
Jerry.
 
He was tall and lean.
 
And while his dad never had an ounce of fat
on him and it was obvious where Richie got his amazing looks from, Richie
definitely had a young man’s body.

He had changed out of his funeral attire and even his wake
attire.
 
He was hanging out with his
friends in a tank top and shorts.
 
The
tank top’s arm holes were gaping and when he moved a certain way, Danielle had
a clear shot of his magnificent torso.

Richie poured them each a drink -- just one -- a couple of
Black Russians, his father’s favorite drink.
 
The drink was deceptive so both of them knew enough to sip.
 
Danielle did not want to get sick on top of
grief and sleeplessness.
 

The sugary drink was so smooth.
 
So cold.
 
The Kahlua was like dessert.
 
It
literally hit the spot because she hadn’t eaten all day.
 
It was light on her body and gave her a
calorie boost.

“What are you thinkin’?” Richie asked softly as he huddled
up against her.

Poor guy, thought Danielle. Amazing young man. Always in
such good spirits. His mother ran off and left him when he was eleven.
 
Now Jerry had been cautious when the he and
Danielle got together.
 
She and Richie always
hit it off right away.
 
They had always
been more like buddies.

As they sipped the sweet, delicious liquor, Danielle was
acutely aware of the way he felt as he brushed up against her when he
moved.
 
He was sitting so close to her,
cozying up to her.
 
Each time his firm
young body grazed hers, waves of erotic electricity pulsed through her.
 
The wires of arousal go right to her core and
makes her wet; goes right to her nipples and made them hard.
 

She is afraid he will detect them through her flimsy blouse.
  
She hunched a little bit, cloaked her
excitement with her forearms but that made her neckline bell out.
 
If she could see right down her shirt so
could he.

“You did an amazing job with all of this,” he said, kissing
her on the top of her head. “I can’t thank you enough.”

“I couldn’t do it without you,” she replied.

She leaned into him.
 
He had his big paw around her shoulder.
 
Danielle felt so safe and secure and comfortable.
 
His body was so warm. Despite the bouts of
insomnia since the death of her husband, she had the thought that she wouldn’t
have any trouble sleeping on him.
 
She
would sleep a deep luscious sleep.
 
He
grounded her.

And on that note, Danielle set her drink down.
 
She rose to her feet.
 
It was time to go to bed.
 
Her head started to foray into dangerous
places.
 
She had to move past the
surrealism of being a hot young widow, lest she change the description of her
relationship with her hot young stepson.

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