I’d never gotten looks like that. Sure, I’d gotten the odd lingering leer from boys at school, but the farm boys from the one-room schoolhouse had never remotely interested me. I’d even gone on a date, once, with Bobby Mitchell, who’s pa knew my Uncle Jim. Bobby had taken me to a drive-in a few towns over, which was fun and all, until his hands started to reach for more than popcorn. He’d gotten under my shirt and over my bra before I’d asked him quietly to stop and drive me home.
That was literally the entirety of my experience when it came to sex.
I sighed as I brought my hands up over the soft curves of my breasts, letting my fingers tease over the nipples rapidly hardening at their peaks. I could feel the heat and the slippery wet feeling between my legs, and I grinned shyly as I let one hand drop down there. My fingers pushed through the soft, downy patch of light hair covering me there. I pushed my finger lower, and moaned as it moved over my clit, bringing a little shiver to my body.
I stopped myself from going further just yet, as hard as it was. Instead, I moved to the darkest corner of the little space and pulled the oilcloth cover from the piece of machinery there, and my breath caught a little bit with excitement.
The machine was a milk agitator, which Uncle Jim used to use back when we were making cheese to sell. But in the slow decline, we’d left off that part of the business, and the machine had sat around in the barn since we’d no more use for it.
Oh, but I’d found a use for it.
Feeling the throb in my pussy, I grabbed the thin blanket from the back of the stall door and draped it over the flat, low top of the machine. Feeling my heart pounding, I turned and hopped up, scooting my bare butt back so that I was sitting astride the machine with my legs dangling. I felt my pulse jump and I reached back and found the on button, and with a giddy gasp, I pushed it.
I moaned instantly, louder than I’d meant to as the machine rumbled to life between by thighs. Ohgoodness, did that feel good. I’d discovered this by accident, when I’d bumped into the machine while trying to clean up back here, but I’d certainly learned quickly how perfect it was.
My brow furrowed as I brought my hand back up to my breasts, squeezing them and pulling at my nipples as the machine hummed and rumbled between my legs. The pulsing, vibrating waves went crashing through my body, and especially through my pussy, and I gasped and moaned as I ground my pelvis down onto the machine top. I brought two fingers back down to my slit and let them press against my little button, rubbing it in slow circles as the machine hummed beneath me. I threw my head back as I bucked against the vibrations, rubbing my clit and pulling and pinching my nipples as I gasped into the dark stillness of the barn.
My mind wandered to the handsome, built, rough and sexy cowboys from earlier and I groaned. I pictured it was one of them — maybe the slightly taller of the two with the darker hair vibrating and bucking between my legs, or maybe the one with the sandier hair and the broader shoulders, holding me tight as the vibrations crashed through my body.
I sometimes came out here when I need to play with myself like this, but there was just something about tonight that seemedmore— like I just needed it more desperately than I’d ever needed that release before. I felt like I couldfeeleverything more tonight as the memory of those two sets of piercing blue eyes and rugged faces crept through my thoughts.
The rumbling vibrations were radiating through me like caresses — like hands rubbing and massaging every inch of my body and making me feelsogood! I thought of one of the cowboys, and then the other, and then back to the first, repeating this again and again and loving howdirtyit felt.
But then, I stopped switching. In my head, suddenly it wasn’tone manor the other, it wasbothrough and gorgeous country men taking meat the same time.
The thought was so utterly filthy andsodirty, but it sent what felt like lightening sizzling through my body. I bit my lip and rocked my hips forward, and as my little button pressed down against the soft blanket over the top of the rumbling machine, I went off like a shot. I threw my head back and arched my back as I bucked and moaned against the top of the machine, thinking only of the two men taking me together and rubbing my clit against it as my climax hit me like a ton of bricks.
Fumbling around behind me for the button, I shut it off with a rumble and a sigh from my lips as I collapsed panting and gasping onto the machine.
Eventually, I got up and straightened everything out and slipped my nightgown back over myself. I shivered as the cloth made contact with my still tingly, erect little nipples and made me moan. Just the simple feeling of my clothes touching my breasts made me want to jump back on the machine.
I was exhausted though, so with a last hungry look at the milk agitator, I slipped back to the house and back to my bed.
My dreams were just as dirty.
3
Roman
“Think fast.”
I glanced up, and my hand jerked up on instinct to catch the beer Colt chucked my way.
“Thanks for shaking it up, dick.”
My buddy grinned at me as he cracked the top of his own can. His boots thumped across the floor of the bunk-house porch as he strode over and plopped into the chair next to me.
“Cheers, hombre.”
I was quiet as I tapped my beer to his and then opened it, frowning at the hiss and froth of foam that dribbled over my hand.
“Fucker.”
Colt chuckled and sipped his beer, and I did the same to mine, easing back in the chair and kicking my boots up on the railing. The rolling Montana hills stretched out in front of us, the stars glinting up above, and the cool night air breezing over us.
Shit, couldn’t complain about the view, that’s for sure.
“Weird day, huh?”