Two Guardians for Little May (15 page)

May groaned and squirmed her response to his
question. One hand gripped Layton's arm, while the other pulled harder on her
own nipple.
She lifted her
face, first noticing the mirror propped on Caine's dresser. Layton was staring
into it as well. Bent sharply at the knees, with her ankles held apart and
pushed outwards by Layton's feet, her shapely splayed legs glowed with a pale
iridescence against the background of Layton's dark shirt and slacks. His
deeply tanned hand manipulated her glistening white pussy, while Caine's purple
gloved finger disappeared into her small, pink hole. She saw Layton smile in
the mirror and lifted her gaze to look into the eyes of his reflection.

"Can you see how beautiful you are?" he asked.
"Don't look away. Watch."

May felt like an onlooker as Caine's finger moved slowly in and
out of her wrinkled ring, stretching it patiently. It pulsed with each thrust,
and May watched as her buttocks contracted and then relaxed with her arousal.
Her breathing became more labored, and sweat broke out over her body. How could
she tell him that she wanted more?

 
"May?"
 Caine's voice lured her back to reality,
"May, honey, bear down on my fingers and let me go further into you."

 
May
obeyed, unable to refuse his request. She could only bear down for a second
before her muscles closed tightly around Caine's digits. His lube-wet fingers
slid easily past the ring of muscles and, unable to go any deeper, came to rest
fully inside her rectum.

 
"Ohhh!" May blew out a breath
of air, momentarily tensing.

 
"You are so tight. Layton, you are
going to love this little ass. She's primed for this, we just need to take it
slowly. You are such a good girl,"
Caine praised, as he moved his fingers within her, stretching her
wider without plunging.
With his fingers locked
in her ass, Caine's lips brushed the sensitive, velvety flesh of the back of
her knee, and trailed his lips up her inner thigh towards
her groin,
occasionally nipping at the tender skin.

"I want to see you come. Show me how you
touch yourself. Give me your hand."
 

"I can't." May hesitated. "It's too
embarrassing."

"Layton? If you would please help her to obey," Caine
requested.

"Ow!" May squirmed to escape Layton's heavy hand, which
clapped loudly on the insides of her legs. She felt Caine's fingers reach even
deeper into her and she groaned, her head dizzy with lust.

"You like that a little too much, Miss Maybelle," Layton
chuckled, as she wriggled against him. "I'll spank you more later if you
like, but right now, you'd best listen up."

"You're so mean," May grumbled, dropping her hand
towards her sopping pussy. It was snatched up by Caine and firmly guided to her
clit. May
traced her finger around her labia and
slipped it into the moistness, circling her swollen nubbin with her index
finger. She felt self-conscious, knowing that two sets of eyes were watching
her every move.

May put a finger on each side of her lips and
rubbed them along the strip of pale blonde fuzz. Her finger slipped inside her
vagina, increasing the pressure made by the strong fingers embedded in her
stretched nether hole. Caine started to pump her asshole with deep thrusts,
drawing close to withdrawal, then sinking back in. May bucked against his hand,
grunting as her fingers flicked greedily over her clit.
 

"Oh, fuck," she gasped quietly,
ignoring the pleased whisper in her ear that promised a fifth, or was it sixth,
punishment for swearing. Layton described how he would hold her over his strong
lap, pull her panties down to bare her naughty bottom, and then turn that same
bottom a vivid cherry red. His rich voice, and the picture he painted in her
mind, was exactly the catalyst she needed to send her over the top. Her body
racked with explosive tremors and her bottom squeezed Caine's fingers, sucking
them inside—milking them—before clamping down and compressing them
tightly. Caine added the tip of his thumb to the gaping hole and pushed firmly
to spread her asshole wide enough to accept a thick cock.

"Holy shiiiiiit!" May called out, as
she lifted her body off the mattress and writhed in a frenzy of delight. Her
juices flowed in rivers from her pussy, soaking Caine's hand as he slowed his
plunges. He waited for May's shudders to cease and for her to lie back in
exhaustion before he extracted his fingers from her bottom. He peeled off his
gloves and placed both hands back on her thighs, caressing her flesh in slow,
lazy circles. His eyes never once left her face.

Layton wrapped his arms around her chest and
kissed her hard, probing into
her m
outh and drinking deeply from
her. Caine joined them on the bed and wrapped his mouth around a shivering
nipple, nursing gently on the soft mound until May's spasms finally ceased.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?" Caine
asked, resting his hand on her tummy.

May looked at him through glazed eyes. "Did
I pass your exam?"

"With flying colors, my dear. With flying
colors."

May blinked against the light shining through her
bedroom window. She slowly sat up and rubbed her head, trying to remember when
the boys had carried her to bed. The last thing she remembered was being held,
safe and secure in both pairs of arms. Her eyes drifted to a steaming tray of
waffles, bacon and eggs sitting on the nightstand, complete with a slender
crystal vase holding a single sprig of pale blue lilacs. A note was propped
against the glass of orange juice.

Good Morning,
Maybelle. Did you have fun last night? Daddy and I certainly did. Thank you for
being honest with us about your needs. We had the horses brought over to the
holding yard this morning and are prepping for a ride and a picnic by the lake
with our special little girl. Come on by after you eat, and bring your bathing
suit (or not). Oh, yes, you will be getting a double strapping for all that
cussing last night. Excited? We love you! L&C

"We love you." May repeated the words
out loud. "They heard what I said. They really listened. Wow."

Excitement radiated through her body as she
reread the words promising her a real AP day. She quickly gulped down her
breakfast and jumped out of bed, wincing slightly at the soreness she felt in
her backend, both inside and out. She glanced at her bottom in the mirror and
was disappointed to see no signs of bruising which would explain the
tenderness.

May mused as she carefully picked out the
clothing she would wear to go riding. A pair of old overalls (hidden from
Layton when he forced her to get new clothes), a thin cotton t-shirt with
glittery flowers, and her blond hair pulled into two high ponytails fit the
image of the little girl inside of her. She popped on some cherry flavored lip
gloss, slipped on her old boots, and raced out the door towards the brand new
holding yard that Layton had built around the old groundskeeper's shed.

"There's our pretty girl!" Caine
shouted as she ran towards them. He held out his arms, spinning her around as
she jumped gleefully into them. "How are you feeling this morning?"

"So good!" May kissed him lovingly.
"Thank you for being so gentle with me last night."

"Any more nightmares?" Caine asked,
putting her down and grasping her face in his hands to study her expression.
She shook her head.

"Where's my hug?" Layton demanded, his
voice booming as he approached the two. May squealed and ran straight to him,
knocking him over onto the hay-covered ground as she dove straight into his
chest.

"Good tackle, kid," Caine laughed, as
Layton flipped May onto her back and straddled her waist.

"Knock me over, will you?" Layton
asked, grabbing May's wrists and holding them over her head. "This will
teach you."

May's squeals pierced the air as he began to
tickle her sides. "Stop! No tickling! Eek! Daddy, make him stop!" Her
giggles rose in intensity as Layton leaned forward to chew on her ribs.

"Her face is turning red, Layton,"
Caine laughed, propping himself on a bale of hay and crossing his legs.
"Give her a chance to breathe."

"But I like the giggles, and she tastes so
good," Layton snickered, blowing a raspberry onto May's stomach.

"Stop!" she begged, tears running down
her face from her laughter.

Layton sat up and released her wrists. He stood
up, pulled May to her feet and kissed her. "You have taught me how to
laugh again. Thank you."

May hugged him warmly and smiled as Caine joined
them in the embrace. "I'm the one who should be thanking you."

"Thank us after you get your little bottom
blistered. I owe you—how many? Twelve?"

"Nu uh! Maybe six or seven, but that's not
fair. Some were uttered in the throes of passion," May said in an
exaggerated voice, dramatically sweeping the back of her arm against her
forehead.

"No spanking today unless you act up,"
Caine said, reaching for her hand. "Come on, my little drama queen. We got
something special for you. Did you eat your breakfast?"

"Most of it. Why?"

"Just wondering. Stand here and close your
eyes."

May shifted impatiently from right to left,
waiting for permission to open her eyes. She stood speechless as Layton proudly
escorted a saddled horse into the yard. The mare had two blue eyes, dark blood
bay patches over a snow white coat, and a black mane and two-toned tail.

"She's the most beautiful horse I've ever
seen. Is she a Tovero Paint? Those markings are exquisite!"

 
"Her name is Saber and she is a
certified barrel racing machine. We also signed you up for some refresher
classes. When you are ready, you can go back on the circuit if you want
to." Caine announced.

"Wait a minute. You got her for me?"
May finally coughed out.

"She's yours. No one will ever sell her to
buy booze or anything else," Layton said firmly. "Go say hello."

May could not find any words as she ran her hand
over the mare's sleek neck. She whipped her head around as Layton lifted her
into the saddle and began to adjust her stirrups. "I can't believe you did
this for me."

"Only the best for our best girl."
Layton wrapped his fingers around her calf and looked up at her. "Just
promise you will be careful."

"I promise. I love…" May felt the words
stick in her throat. "I love the horse. Thank you."

The expression on Layton's face was akin to
disappointment. May averted her eyes, confused. Wasn't he the one who'd said
that they had grown to 'care' for her, not that they loved her? But last night,
they had both declared their commitment to the relationship. And the note,
written by him, said those three words.

"I can tell you're thinking too much again,
little girl," Layton smacked her thigh. "I love you. Caine loves you.
We intend to show you, not just tell you."

"Let's get on the trail. We have a special
day planned out. Ready, Bro?" Caine asked, handing the reins of Layton's
Appaloosa to him.

"Ready. I'll lead the trail horse."

May hugged Saber's neck as the animal walked
easily along the dirt path towards the lake. They walked the horses along the
edge of the natural rock shoreline until they reached a small, secluded sand
beach bordered by large dense oak trees. The men slid off their horse and Caine
helped May down while Layton removed the baskets from the trail horse.

"How about if I get things set up here and
you two go swimming?" Layton asked, heaving the overflowing bags to the
ground.

"You don't want any help?" May asked,
looking over at Caine.

"Honey, trust me. You don't want to be
underfoot. He's a bit of a control freak and likes to set up camp his way, and
his way only."

"Camp? We're camping?" May's voice rose
with excitement.

"Camping and fishing," Layton
proclaimed. "I am going to teach you the art of filleting a catch."

"I'd rather eat hotdogs. Real beef hotdogs,
not mandogs," May frowned as Layton's face lit up. "Pervert."

"Did you just call me a name?" Layton
asked, laying his tackle box on the ground and brushing off his hands.

"Maybe."

"What a naughty child you are. Let's see if
there is anything around here I can use to warm your bottom. I have my
belt."

"Nooo," May giggled, taking off in a
dead run.

"The chase is on, you little brat. When I
catch you, there will be hell to pay."

May pushed past Caine and into the woods, with
Layton in hot pursuit. She zigzagged through the brush and around trees,
finally hiding next to an ancient oak to catch her breath. She peeked around
the trunk to see if Layton had found her. Seeing nothing, she turned back.

"Looking for me?" Layton asked.

"You beast! You scared me!" May
scolded, smacking his arm.