Quickly thereafter it was: “Samuel, stand over there. Put your foot on that bale of hay, there. Good. Okay, great. Take off your shirt, Samuel. Nice. Okay, great. Wyatt, how about you take off your shirt too. No, leave the leather waistcoat on, but open it. Nice. Like that.”
It was interesting. I saw the same determined focus when she held the camera and was staging us as when she used to beat me at the races. She still held the reins, but now they were metaphorical. She still guided and steered and spurred, but this time we were the horse, and the finish line, only she could see it.
Samuel was a natural. With his stern serious expression and his chiseled features, he already resembled a statue. And he was happy to comply with Ruby’s orders.
Grayson took the photoshoot to a whole new level, suggesting less clothing and more provocative poses. He might have thought I or Samuel would be too shy to keep up. But he underestimated us. Once one of us did it, all of us were going to do it.
Samuel had his shirt off, sitting on a bale of hay, his legs spread wide, one arm behind his head the other falling down his chest to his crotch like the long trunk of an elephant.
“Very nice,” said Ruby. “Now let me see you bite down on your lower lip. Show me how bad you want me.”
Grayson slipped into the next stall and retrieved a bucket and sponge. “If you want to add a little glisten to the shots.”
“Great idea,” said Ruby. She took the bucket and sponge from him. “Sorry to disappoint you, though, Grayson, but I’ll handle sponging Mister Samuel Webber.”
She set the camera down and got on her knees before Samuel.
I picked the camera up. “How about a few action shots?”
Ruby glanced over her shoulder at me, raised her eyebrows then dipped the sponge in the bucket of water. She squeezed it over Samuel’s chest, letting a stream of water trace its way around his pecs and down his chiseled muscles.
She ran the sponge slowly behind his neck then over his shoulders. Samuel murmured his pleasure and unbuttoned his jeans.
“Help get these off,” she said to Grayson pointing to Samuel’s jeans. Grayson pulled Samuel’s jeans off and tossed them onto the hay.
Ruby ran the sponge up his leg to his crotch then back down. She freed his stiff cock from the confines of his boxers and stroked it, bringing her lips to brush lightly against the head.
I crouched and took a few shots.
“This is not going in my calendar.” She winked at the camera.
“No,” said Samuel. “It’s going in your mouth.” He put his hand behind her head and guided her closer to him, bucking his hips to insert his cock in her mouth.
I was amazed at the fact that despite how I felt for her, despite how badly I wanted to be with her, I felt no jealousy. Instead, I felt exhilarated watching her do to my friend what I knew she’d soon be doing to me.
Ruby straddled him. He tried to get up, but she pushed him back onto the hay. “You did promise me some riding,” she said, and she guided his cock into her gushing snatch.
With reins wrapped but not tied around his neck, she gripped them in her closed fist, leaned back, threw back her head, and rode a bucking Samuel.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she said and whipped his chest with the end of the reins.
Samuel grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. She collapsed her body against his. He gripped her waist and bucked, thrusted, and pumped, holding her tight against him so that she wouldn’t fall.
Grayson licked his lips and slipped out of his clothes.
I set the camera down and took up the sponge. I dribbled water onto her back then rubbed it over and into her body. Samuel gave up his grip on her, and it was now me holding her to him, guiding her body to rock and gyrate with his.
“Out of the way,” said Grayson, and he nudged me with an elbow. He kicked Samuels legs further apart and stood behind her stroking his cock with one hand and running his other hand covetously over her ass.
He wet his thumb then slid it around the rim of her anus.
Ruby gasped and looked over her shoulder. “Two, at once! I couldn’t possibly.”
I took my cock out then cupped my hands over her chin. “No? Then how about three?”
She took me in her mouth just as Grayson entered her. I stood, letting Grayson and Samuel buck her to me, meeting her with light thrusts of my own.
She pulled away to gasp, which was good timing; I had a lot of poses I wanted to try out before coming: Ruby pinned against the wall, fucked furiously in succession by the three of us; Ruby bent over the stable door; Ruby ridden bareback; Ruby double penetrated; Ruby licked and sponged clean when she begged for a break; Ruby, hands tied behind her back, and banged from behind while I held her head against my chest, my cock resting on her bouncing tits.