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Alone in the Country Ch. 01

By: crystalstone



 This is not a true story. This is Pure Fantasy.

 Who would've thought something bad could turn out so good!

 I was expecting a visitor so I never gave it a thought... until afterwards. Who would way out here in the country? Hell, you couldn't even see the house from the road. I'd lived here for over four years and the only person I'd ever had visit was those I expressly invited. Even my mail always went to the post office box on the edge of town. I've had new repairmen call and ask where I was three times at least, every time a new one came out. In fact, I ask for the same repairmen from the different utilities so that I don't have to repeatedly tell them how to get out here, once usually suffices after a first visit. I'm a bit hard to find out here for someone new. It's not always easy to answer the phone when I'm working so I like to keep it simple. It'd probably help to put a sign out by the road, but I preferred it this way.

 All my friends think I'm nuts, living out here all alone, but I love it. I have all the space I could want for myself and all the silence I'd ever need. I have the nature I need and the privacy I require. Even my few friends, that know where I am, rarely come out and never without calling first. They rarely come out though. I usually go into the city where I was born and raised, yet detested, whenever I wanted company.

 I knew young that I'd live in the country as soon as I became an adult... well, as soon as I could afford the cost. I didn't waste time, though. I worked from the age of fifteen with my goal foremost in mind, squirreling away every dime I could and even worked two jobs when I graduated high school just to get up enough money.

 While I did a year in college I found this place by accident, happily so. It had a two bedroom house that sat on 3 acres and was all mine now. The best thing was that it was surrounded by woods and around my three acres was a huge farm that hadn't cut down the farthest edges of their woods either, creating a small forest. I loved it. So quiet.

 The sound of a vehicle pulling up out front brought me out of the barn where I'd been working and I headed up to the porch as I listened to two doors closing. That'd be the men to work on the well. The pump had quit working earlier that morning just as I'd got my work water run, thankfully. It'd been acting up for days and I'd tried to fix it myself, but it was beyond my handywoman's skills. So, I'd had to call them out to fix it for me. It still irked, as I preferred to do for myself, but I knew when to quit also, I thought wryly as I circled around the porch that wrapped the west side of the house, shading it from the hot summer rays.

 Just as the two men were about to ring the bell, I stepped around the corner. "Gentlemen, the well's out back." I said as I eyed them.

 The one reaching to push the buzzer was carrying a clipboard in the other hand and used it to push back his black cowboy hat as he turned to look at me. He was a several inches taller than my five foot three inches and stocky looking, but not overly so. Very good looking. He wore low heel work boots and jeans that were scuffed and speckled with mud. His shirt looked fairly clean for this late in the day, just a couple of sweat stains. His partner was similarly dressed and a bit muddier, but taller by a couple of inches and wearing a grey cowboy hat. He was also thinner and not as good looking, although that was hard to tell with that heavy stubble on his jaw and the scowl he was giving her.

 The shorter spoke to his partner without looking at him, saying, "Jim, take the truck around back. We'll meet you there." With a nod, Jim turned on his heel and went back down the stairs to the truck as the other one came towards her holding out his hand. "That was Jim and I'm Rick. You're Emma Walker?"

 Taking his hand I nodded, then let go and motioned for him to follow me as I said, "Thanks for coming out so soon. I can't have the pump down too long." He followed me around to the back of the house again and I took him down the steps watching as Jim brought the truck around, following the drive. I pointed over to the well house and he continued past us as we took the walkway over to it. Jim parked the truck and got out to go over to the small shed that had been erected over the well pump. The door was already open and my smaller toolbox was still inside on the floor.

 Stepping back, I let the two men enter, then knelt and closed the toolbox before pulling it out of the shed to give them room. "Pump's about 10 yrs old. I've been nursing it along for the eight months, but it's beyond me now. The woman I spoke to said a new pump would cost about two grand and that you can take cards for repairs. Let me know what you find. I'll be in the barn." I told them as they tipped the work lights I'd installed and turned them on. Rick nodded without looking up and I turned away only to turn back and say, "Oh yeah, I changed that switch you've got your eye on just last year and it still seems to be working fine."

 As I said this, Jim looked over to me, gave me a look me up and down, then frowned as he huffed, "When's your boyfriend getting home?"

 Arching a brow, I shook my head. "What the does he have to do with anything?" I asked with a frown, not about to admit I didn't have one coming home.

 With a snort, he muttered, "Wanted to discuss how he put in the switch."

 I frowned, but before I could say anything, Rick growled, "Don't worry about it Ms. Walker. I'll come find you when we figure out what's wrong."

 "Thank you, Rick." I said, then turned away, still frowning at Jim until he was blocked from my view.

 Rick glared at Jim as she disappeared, then moved over to the shed door to watch until she disappeared into the barn. Turning back to his partner he snapped quietly, "What was that about?"

 Shrugging, Jim pulled his meter out of his tool belt and said, "She wasn't wearing a ring, wanted to see if she had a boyfriend."

 "What the hell does that matter?" Rick demanded as he moved over to look at the well.

 Jim shrugged again. "Pretty little thing, isn't she."

 "Yeah, too bad you angered her. If she doesn't have a boyfriend you just screwed up your chances with her." Rick scoffed.

 "Perhaps, perhaps not." Jim said with a soft chuckle.

 Rick stared at him a few minutes, then shook his head. "I know that look. Whatever is going on in your mind, just forget it, Jim."

 A half hour later, Rick appeared in the door to my barn and I moved into sight using my stained apron to dry off my dye gloves that were dripping on the hard, dirt floor. As I'd thought, the pump was shot. Rick said that he had a new one on his truck that he'd be able to fix it with, he just needed her permission. He told me the price, a hundred more than estimated, but I'd expected that, and said they could finish by supper time.

 Nodding, I took his offered pen and signed the consent to repair and replace where he pointed with a long, thick finger. Two hours later, he returned to the barn to tell me they were done and asked which card I'd be using to pay with. Sighing thankfully, I pealed off the dripping gloves and headed up to the house telling him I'd be using a visa for the purchase. I set the gloves on the small, stained table by the back door and leaned inside the door. Having left the card on the kitchen counter, it was within reach so that I didn't have to step in and track up the floor I'd just mopped just that morning.

 Turning, I found Rick right behind me, looking over my shoulder into the house, holding his machine. He stepped back when I frowned and I pulled the door to me. It didn't take but a minute or so to scan the card and get another signature then return the card to the counter. Fifteen minutes later I was watching them drive out of my yard. With another sigh, I returned to the barn, pulling on my gloves. I was almost done with this batch of dyes and another thirty minutes saw me done for the day.

 It was great to have a shower, without any glitches or drains on the pressure, cooling off after having sweated all day. When I was clean and dry, I stepped out of my bathroom as I pulled on a tank top dress of thin dyed cotton. It hit about mid thigh and was cool and comfy to both wear around the house and to sleep in. To further cool off, I made myself a salad for dinner.

 Afterwards, I went out onto the back porch, a nightly ritual, and listened to the crickets for a bit while I sipped a glass of wine before slipping on my flip flops and heading out to the barn to check on my drying cloths. With my mind on my days work still, I returned to the house a short time later satisfied and happy.

 Stepping inside, I turned as I set my wine glass on the counter and poured a couple more inches of wine and sipped it as I stared out the back window at the shed thinking of all I had to do tomorrow. When I finished the wine, I rinsed the glass and set it in the sink then headed back for bed. I rose early and often went to bed early as well, doing good if I caught the nine o'clock news reports.

 Tonight I caught the last half of the news and, thankfully, the weather. It was going to rain the next afternoon, good to know 'cause we really needed it. As always, I set the timer on the TV so that it would shut off by itself and by the time it went off thirty minutes after the news, I was out for the night.

 Or so I thought.

 An hour or two later, I'm unsure what the time was, I was awakened by a hand clamping down on my shoulder and pushing down. As I was lying on my side, facing the center of the bed, it pushed me onto my stomach. I gasped, not quite awake, so it was a minute before I thought to struggle, by then my hands were being pulled over my head even as my legs were being yanked straight to the foot of the bed. "What the h---?" I started to struggle then, but it was too late. My hands were tied together at the wrists and then to the bars on my headboard. I tried to see who it was, but as I needed total darkness to sleep well, my room was so dark that I barely saw the shadow of someone as it moved away from me.

 From the size of the hands gripping my feet, I knew it was a man there and while I didn't remember the other's on my hands I was pretty sure he was a man too. I heard some shuffling of the sheets beside me, then something was put over my head. It smelled like me and was very soft so I was pretty sure it was one of my pillowcases. A second later, the ceiling fan light was turned on and I saw the flowers of the sheets and knew I was right.

 As I was flipped onto my back the one at my feet let go long enough that I was able to begin kicking wildly. I wasn't long-legged, but I had strong legs and I kept kicking until they both were forced to hold me down with their upper bodies. I'd managed to kick each of them a few times even as I was cursing and demanding they release me. Not that it did much good.. All they did was grunt and hiss, they didn't speak a word though, not even to each other. For all I knew, I could know them, I just hoped I didn't. Because they each tied a leg to the bars on the footboard then stripped the sheets from the bed. The action confirmed what I'd begun to fear but had refused to really think about. They hadn't come to steal my things.

Hissing as I tried to free my hands and feet I called them cowards and assholes for attacking a woman asleep in her bed. One of them reached up to were my skimpy summer nightwear had ridden up to my hips and ripped the thin material right up the center. "Son of a bitch!" I snapped. "I get thirty dollars a piece for those!" I tried to bring my knee up into his ribs, but my feet were on a short leash and he moved aside as he exposed the fact that I was naked beneath. I was glad my face was covered then, because I knew I was beet red from my hairline to my nipples no doubt. In the silence following my tirade over their cowardice again, I heard the sound of a buckle being undone. Having worn a belt for years and having heard it when my father went to punish me, I knew that sound. "Assholes can't get a woman apparently, why else come out here and rape a woman you don't know. And why the blindfold? Afraid I might recognize you and turn you in? You can bet your cowardly asses will be sitting behind bars if I-" I gasped as I felt the bite of leather come down sharply over my thighs.

 "Bastard!" I hissed as tears filled my eyes. A second hit came then and I cried out in pain, but it didn't keep me from calling him a bastard again, and a few more choice names as I squirmed in pain. Another hit came and the tears pouring out of my eyes filled my voice, but it didn't stop my curses. The one beside me cleared his throat and the beating stopped midway into another hit, I know this because I felt the wind of the belt brush my aching skin as it passed near me and heard the slap of it hitting someone else's skin than mine. Why couldn't he have done that sooner. After all, I'm not the one who broke in, I had a right to cuss and scream and insult them.

 A second later the bed dipped hard between my ankles and I tried to use my feet to shift me away, but there was no room for that with they way they had me strapped down. Feeling him coming up between my calves, I tried to close my knees and though I used all the strength I had, his hands pushed them just wide enough so that he could keep coming. Denim scrapped the insides of my knees and thighs, then I felt the edge of a zipper drag deeply across my inner thighs as he wedged his hips between them. I fought the bonds harder, tried to buck him off, but he was larger and stronger than me. There was no stopping him.

 His bare cock bumped against my neatly trimmed nether lips, then his hand came between us to open the way for him to find the right spot a bare moment before he thrust into me. I screamed, no where near ready for him... no where near ready for his size. His cock was a monster! I'd had sex several times with a couple different partners, but never so big and always with at least a little foreplay. But that wasn't the worst. He withdrew the couple inches he'd gotten in past the head, then forced himself forward again, dragging dryly against my channel. I cried out for him to stop, but he didn't, ignoring my pleas. He just kept at me like he had with the beating he'd given me.

 I heard movement beside me, heard something like a cap opening then smelled my favorite body oil. I started struggling harder, protesting worse than ever, but it did me no good. One of his hands left the bed by my hip for a second, only to slip between us a moment later as he withdrew enough to coat his cock with my oil. It was my favorite oil for one reason, not that they'd know that for it didn't say anything more that 'A oil' on it.

 It was my favorite because I always used it when I visited lovers or pleasured myself with my vibrator. The 'A' was for 'arousing'. It was a specially blended oil for arousing both partners through the skin, almost an aphrodisiac. It wasn't latex friendly, but we always considered that into the fact. Not that it mattered now, this one wasn't wearing a condom anyways.

 His next thrust made me scream for a different reason. He went balls deep and that was too deep for me. I'd never had a lover or even a vibrator go six inches into me. There'd just never been room. While I was crying and trying to pull away, he was groaning has he hung over me. He didn't wait either, just pulled almost all the way out only to thrust again. Begging, whimpering, crying, cursing, not even insults helped. He dragged his long fat cock out of my sore pussy then shoved it back in as deep as he could.

 His partner in crime released one of my legs so my rapist could push my right leg out farther, giving him more room to cram his cock into me, moaning and groaning with each thrust. In moments, he gave a curse and I felt it too. A tingling, a warmth. It was welcome in a way because it not only provided even more lubrication, it also increased the feelings, making one very sensitive to every touch, slide, and glide.

 It didn't do much for the soreness right away. But after awhile my body became accustomed to his slide, somewhat, and the oil definitely made it better physically. I just wasn't sure how I was going to deal with this emotionally though. My crying began to taper off as he began to mutter under his breath about how good I felt, how tight, how his cock was tingling, how his balls and cock were hot outside of me, then cool against or inside of me. Yeah, that was my oil. Nice, huh?

 My other leg was released and he slid a hand under my ass to lift me up into his thrusts and I began gasping in pleasure rather than pain. "Bitch." he hissed as I braced my feet on his jean clad thighs and squirmed beneath him, but it wasn't in my need to get away. I was rubbing my clit against him. I unusually loved my oil and it loved me, right then I could've done without it. I didn't want to enjoy my rape, I sure didn't want them to know it if I did, but that's not how the oil worked and certainly not with the amount he'd used.

 It made sex pleasurable for both partners every time. I had never had a bad sexual experience since having this oil. In fact the two men I use it with semi-regularly are completely in love with me every time we come together... afterwards it's back to friends. They know it's mostly the oil, just like I do, I've had to prove it, but it was worth it. They are great friends, but not what I want in a husband.

 Now, a rapist was fucking me and we were both going to enjoy it more than I'd like. He thrust again and again, rubbing against the inside of my pussy like I've never felt before. In no time I screamed with the release of a huge orgasm that made him curse as he stilled, groaning as my pussy clutched at his cock over and over.

 It was a few moments before it began to subside, then he began thrusting again, harder, making the bed rock back and hit the wall. I gasped and panted through several thrusts, only to scream as another orgasm flooded me. He didn't stop this time, but cursed again as he braced both hands up near my shoulders and plowed on, filling my pussy over and over as I braced my feet up by his hips and held onto the bars of the headboard so that I could thrust my hips back up to him, helping him fuck me deep.

 It was several minutes before another orgasm hit me again, and this time he got his too. As I was eagerly fucking that cock of his, he slammed deep and collapsed on top of me. I wasn't ready to be done, my hips were still thrusting eager for a fourth climax. I'd never had so many in one lovemaking session, but then, I'd never used so much oil before. A few drops mixed into my natural juices and my partner and I had a nice evening. I'd never coated my lovers cock in the stuff nor used it on myself dry. My body gradually eased and he rose up off my chest with a grunt.

 Without a word, he dragged his fat cock from my very sensitive pussy, making me shudder at the loss of his heat and the punishing tool he'd raped me with. I didn't even bother to close my legs as the cool air was pleasing then. I sensed them move away and I heard muttering whispers over near my bedroom door. I couldn't tell what they were saying, but I was sure the night wasn't over. Unless my rapist was going to get greedy and refuse to share now that he'd had his.

 That wasn't the case though, much to my shame and regret. Rapist number two joined me on the bed, he was a little shorter than the first one, but no less of a 'man'. He was a lot kinder though. He gently rolled me over and drew me up onto my knees as he pushed a pillow beneath my hips, then I heard the oil top being popped open, then closed, before gently thunking on the nightstand. He came up on his knees behind me, I was done fighting, cursing, insulting. My pussy was too eager for more. I was weeping enough of my juices that the oil really wasn't needed ...and still throbbing from his buddy, yet burning for whatever was to come.


Alone in the Country Ch. 01



He just added fuel to the fire as he stroked his cock in the oil then swept the remainder over my wet folds. He lined the head of his cock up to my puss and gently pressed his way in. I moaned long and low the entire inward slide of his fatter cock. He muttered something under his breath more quietly than his partner so that I was unable to hear the words, but the groan was understandable enough. He was enjoying this rape too.

 Was it still rape if you enjoyed it?

 Well, it felt less like rape and more like some kinky fun, I thought as he withdrew and shifted my knees closer to the head of the bed. He entered me again, thrusting deep, then rocked a few times before withdrawing again as he grumbled under his breath. "Remove the damn pillow." I hissed throatily, trying to push it out of the way with one knee as he tried to shift the other leg again.

 I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. A better angle, a more comfortable fit. Unlike his buddy, this one wanted it perfect, easy and comfortable for both of them while getting the most stimulation. His pal had only cared about thrusting as deep and hard as possible. He'd wanted to hurt me for some reason... like with the belt. He could've just gagged me had he disliked what I was saying. Instead, the asshole had chosen to hurt.

 The moment the pillow was gone, he thrust so deeply that his balls came up and slapped my over-sensitive clit making me gasp and moan at the same time. He seemed to like it as well, though I was only guessing that's what his low growl meant. "Again!" I gasped immediately, but he finished withdrawing, leaving just the head of his cock in for a second before he thrust forward again, all the way until his balls gave me another slap. "Mmmm, again!" I begged. He chuckled as he refused to hurry, withdrawing as before first. I gave another gasp and begged again... and heard the sound of my nightstand drawer closing just a breath before he chuckled and thrust again.

 A moment later I heard the hard hum of my vibrator and swung my covered head in that direction. It didn't seem to faze my raper much. He continued to thrust as before, but I wasn't begging and the slap to my clit was less also... damn it!

 Then I heard them start laughing as the brutal one began flipping on and off the vibrator. It only lasted for a couple of minutes and the gentler one never stopped fucking me, he did however, get off stroke while he laughed, blowing the orgasm that had been approaching. My body didn't cool too much though, not with his occasional thrusts into my well oiled puss. The brutal one continued to play with the toy even after the laughter stopped however it was only a moment more before he was reaching beneath me to play it against my nipples while his pal got back to fucking me, only a little faster this time.

 I was really enjoying the double attention, getting close to cumming again, when the brute moved the vibrator down to my puss and distracted me for a moment while he rubbed it over my trimmed mound, then down between where I was dripping our combined juices. He played about until he hit my clit, which made me moan, then just focused on that spot as best he could until I had a screaming orgasm. He laughed as his partner in crime groaned then increased his fucking until we were both cumming again. The vibrator only left my clit when his buddy pulled his deflating cock from my throbbing puss.

 I collapsed on the bed, hanging by my hands that I had to peel off the bar they'd been gripping as the men moved away from the bed. I was breathing hard, feeling as though I'd run a marathon, and tried to quiet my breathing when I realized they were talking again over by the bedroom door. They sounded to be arguing after a minute but I could barely make out anything they were saying. I'm pretty sure I heard one of them say 'no' and 'go', but the argument was very short and soon one of them came back to crawl up on the bed behind me again. Going had obviously been voted out.

 It didn't take but a minute to realize who. He thrust his long cock deeply into me, making me cry out in pain he thrust so hard. He just laughed and turned on my vibrator. I thought he meant to use it on my clit again, but he had other plans. There was a click of the oil lid and he dribbled oil onto the spot where we were joined, getting some along the crack of my ass, then used the vibrator to rub it down my lips that were spread taught around his shaft.

 Before I knew his intent, he pushed the vibrator right up my ass. I screamed as my body protested the sudden, shocking intrusion, but he just laughed and continued to fuck me hard. I came within seconds, of course- damned oil, then he grabbed the end of the vibe and began moving it in time to his thrusts, pushing it as deep as it'd go while his cock did the same.

 I was sure at first that I'd been split in two, but by the time I came I was just thankful I'd bought the smaller of vibrators. It'd never been as satisfying as a lover, but it'd done the needed job in a pinch. Now the brute used it to stimulate my ass while he proceeded to fuck the hell out of me once more.

 This time he didn't get off quickly. He stayed through several more climaxes, making me scream and beg and moan for more each and every time. I'd never been used this way before and was undecided on whether I liked it or not. It was something I shunted aside in favor of my body enjoying the moment rather than letting my brain think on it now.

 When he finally came it was strong and long, pulsing deep within me where he'd buried himself so deep I was sure he was in my stomach. On and on it went, triggering yet another climax from me so that I could milk his cock of every drop. When he pulled away he left the vibrator in and I actually whimpered at the emptiness of my puss.

 However it wasn't long before his partner came back and took his second trip down my puss. He wasn't slow and gentle at all this time. He thrust in hard and while not as long as his friend, he was thicker and I immediately began moaning as he leaned over me and fucked me as hard as he could. Leaned over as he was, he didn't have to hold onto the vibrator, his upper groin held it in when my ass relaxed enough for it to slip out a bit, then push it back in.

 It was as he was panting near my cheek that I could smell him for the first time. The peppermint on his breath, making me flash back to when I'd smelled it before, combined with the minty shampooed hair. I turned my head as much as I could to get a better smell of him.

 I knew who they were...

 ... and was so shocked that I quit breathing, quit moaning, and quit moving with him. I just laid there stunned as he pumped away for a few more minutes. He finally realized I wasn't moving and drew back so he could reach up and check my pulse, as if my heavy breathing wasn't sign enough that I still lived. I knew he found it hammering, and no doubt it sped up when he softly asked near my cloth covered ear in a craggy, deep, grumbling voice, "You okay?"

 I snorted and muttered, "You are raping me and you ask if I'm okay? Just finish and leave, would you."

 He hesitated for a moment, then drew back and proceeded to do just that. I couldn't ignore the way my body reacted, nor could I hide it now that my shock was wearing off. He brought me through two more climaxes before he too slammed deep a second time and filled my puss with his cum.

 It was several minutes before he pulled away, and when he did I heard the sound of tape ripping, duct tape, and tried to draw up into a ball and turn on my side, not sure what they were going to do with it. But the gentler one held me still as his buddy pressed the tape across my ass, pressing hard at the place where the vibrator was still going strong in my ass. As he finished he caressed my cheeks, then gave one a hard slap, making me curse with the surprise and pain.

 They both moved away for a long moment, mumbling near the door, then one of them came back and leaned over me to fumble with the ties at my hands. I took a long whiff of him and while I wasn't sure I had a pretty good ideal who he was as well, just from his treatment of me.

 He didn't completely untie my hands, so I thought I was left there that way. I was too tired to try tugging my way free anyway. One of them covered me back up to my shoulders after I fell onto my side and I listened as they dressed and left my home and then just laid there with my ass vibrating until I passed out from exhaustion, the vibe still going strong.

 Some time between then and when I woke just before noon, the vibrator's batteries died. I woke to find myself pulled up close to the headboard to relieve the strain on my arms. Somehow the pillowcase had shifted enough that I was also able to see my alarm clock and the ties on my hands. I had to use my teeth to finish loosing the pair of panty hose they'd ripped up to tie me with. They weren't mine. I didn't own a pair. But they weren't used ones either I discovered a few minutes later when I looked over to the bedside table again without the pillowcase to block the rest of my vision.

 There were two empty pantyhose packages, folded as if it'd been stuck in someone's pocket before being used, and half a pair of hose where the legs had been ripped apart. One pair, no doubt the ones used to tie my feet up with, were bunched up on top of the one leg they hadn't used to tie my hands spread eagle with. Next to that was my bottle of 'A' oil, nearly empty now when it had been half full of that exciting oil blend before last night.

 I would eventually have to replace it, maybe. At the moment, I didn't think I'd be wanting sex for a while, I thought as I moved from the bed finally. I couldn't sit on the edge of the bed thanks to the vibrator, so I rolled off and moved gingerly into the bathroom. In there I looked at myself and was thankful the brute of the pair hadn't been into hitting faces. I didn't look as changed as I felt. I didn't look raped.

 I cried as I touched the bruising on my legs. I cried even more after quickly ripping the duct tape off my ass, taking some skin with it. The vibrator seemed to be stuck until I sat on the side of the tub and pushed until it slowly came out, making me shutter with a bit of odd pleasure. That just made me cry more. I couldn't believe how much pleasure I'd derived from last night and yet this morning I ached everywhere, most especially in my poorly used puss and ass.

 I cried while I cleaned myself up, taking a hot shower in the hopes of relieving some of the aches and pains. I couldn't even put panties on, not even a thong, I was so sore and thanks to the tape, I pulled on one of my casual sundresses leaving myself bare beneath. Sitting was painful. I cried again while I, slowly, for I couldn't move faster, cleaned up my bed. Thankfully I'd put a protective cover on my mattress a few years ago, because there was oil and cum dried up and staining the sheets in the center of the bed. It was even up higher where my shoulders usually lay from where I'd curled up to ease the stretch on my arms.

 But that wasn't the worst of it.

 I recalled my dye work as I was about to put my sheets into the washer and left them halfway in to go hurrying out to the barn. Had I still been living in the city you would've heard me from three blocks away, I screamed so loud. Three hundred and sixty-five dollars worth of carefully planned out designs ruined, both dyes and fabrics had sat too long.

 Hours too long. They would've been ready at eight am, perfect and just as ordered. Three thousand, seven hundred, ninety-eight dollars worth of clothing. Three days worth of hard work dying, two days of prep and drying and would've been two more packaging it up for that amount, wasted! Money I was going to use to pay my credit card bill with thanks to the well going... only now I didn't have it. Now I'd have to scrimp and save for weeks until I could catch back up.

 Those bastards!

 I spent hours that day working trying to salvage what I could. I wouldn't get as much from the batch because it wasn't what my customer wanted so I'd been holding onto it until I could sell it to someone else.

 I did take a minute to make a couple of phone calls. Within an hour of those calls, my two friends, and occasional lovers, were at my home putting in a fence across my front drive, and several yards beyond, with an electrical wire at the top just inches above the chain link. Behind that fence was a pair of well trained temporary visitors with lots of teeth that I'd known for a couple of years now. My friends didn't ask what the problem was. They assumed I was concerned about vandalism from the mess I was cleaning up and I let them think it.

 Thankfully neither of them pressed me for sex because I would've had to turn them down with much regret... on their side at least, this time.

 They didn't leave until well after sundown and I didn't stop until late into the evening. When I did, I still had the rest of the previous evenings mess to finish cleaning up, only I didn't finish as I'd started that morning. Afterwards, I went straight into shower then dressed for bed. I didn't stop to eat or drink all day, add to the stress of the last twenty four hours and it was no wonder I had the headache from hell.

 My new house mates slept on the floor by my bed all night long. In the morning I ate and drank half a gallon of water before going out to the barn. I had an order to get finished. I called my client, a real understanding one thankfully, and explained that I'd had a break-in and the order was ruined, she was sympathetic and asked if I needed more time before I could even ask for it. I told her just a few days, as I'd already had a few days left before the original delivery, I hated to be rushed in business. And too, I'd already restarted the new order, though I didn't tell her that. She assumed like my lovers did, that the order had been the cause of vandalism, again, I let her think it.

 That night before I went to bed, I made out two bills and two letters. I never did wash those sheets. They'd dried completely on the floor and I just shoved them into a trash bag along with the pantyhose and packaging, as well as my bottle of oil, all neatly concealed in their own little zip lock bags... just in case. I didn't want to cry rape, too embarrassing, but I didn't want to get rid of the evidence either. I even took pictures of my wrists, upper thighs and buttocks too.

 All of this was stored in a box marked cotton t-shirts in my barn's storage room, making it disappear for awhile. I wasn't going to be out of my money for long. I was pissed more over the loss of stock than I was over my own self. How could I be when I was still undecided on whether I could really call it rape or not. That's something I had going against this whole thing. I'd enjoyed it and they knew it.

 A week after the event...

 Rick and Jim were just finishing for the day and saw notes attached to their timecards. They clocked out and headed up to the office as instructed.

 The front receptionist smiled and handed them an envelope apiece as she was gathering up her purse and book bag, her day now done. "Those came in today's mail. I don't know why they were sent here. There's no return address, but I figured you'd want to get them right away." she said, then motioned for them to leave ahead of her, as she was the last to leave the office thanks to them.

 Both men thanked her and they held the door for her then walked her to her car before getting into Jim's truck together. They often rode together, taking turns driving to work, saving on gas and wear.

 "So, what's it about?" Jim asked as his cousin tore into his envelope while he started the truck to let it cool off.

 Rather than answer Rick muttered, "Shit!", even as his cousin was opening his as well.

 "Oh, fuck." was all Jim could say as he began reading the letter inside as well.

This is not a true story. This is Pure Fantasy. If you liked this, please look for parts 2 and 3. Thank you for reading.



Alone in the Country Ch. 02



This is not a true story. This is Pure Fantasy.

A week after the event, Rick and Jim were just finishing for the day and saw notes attached to their timecards. They clocked out and headed up to the office as instructed. The front receptionist smiled and handed them an envelope apiece as she was gathering up her purse and book bag her day now done. "Those came in today’s mail. I don't know why they were sent here. There's no return address, but I figured you'd want to get them right away." she said, then motioned for them to leave ahead of her, as she was the last to leave the office thanks to them. Both men thanked her and they held the door for her then walked her to her car before getting into Jim's truck together. They often rode together, taking turns driving to work, saving on gas and wear.

"So, what's it about?" Jim asked as his cousin tore into his envelope while he started the truck to let it cool off.

Rather than answer Rick muttered, "Shit!", as his cousin was opening his as well.

"Oh, fuck." was all Jim could say as he began reading the letter inside.

"It's a bill for five grand. From some place called 'The Tie-Dye'. Who the hell is that and why are they sending me a bill?"

"Didn't you get the letter?" Jim asked as he looked over from his bill, which had been the second page, not the first.

His cousin shuffled the two pages and started reading aloud. "Gentlemen (dare I say that?), I am contacting you to let you know that I know who you are. Thanks to you I had to redo the order I'd spent the week making and now am behind schedule. All the batches I'd been working on had to be redone so I'm sending you the bill for the supplies from that, and then some, for the labor as well as the pain and suffering I had to go through when I should've been resting in my bed recovering from the abuse you dealt me. So you will know, I will go to the police if you do not pay these bills and I have evidence to back up my story, including finger prints on the oil bottle and pantyhose packages, not to mention DNA. And while I may not have a boyfriend who lives with me I do have loyal friends who will support me. Pay your bill. Seriously, Emma Walker"

The two men sat there for a long moment staring at the bills, then both swore again before Jim muttered, "Sorry, Cuz. I swear I don't know how she found out."

Rick shook his head. "I knew I shouldn't let you talk me into that. It's my fault for going along."

"No, I talked you into it. I'll pay for the damages." He said as he took the papers from him, folded them up with his and crammed them over his visor. "I'd like to know how she knew it was us. We neither one made a pass at her while we were working on her pump. We were real careful not to say anything in our regular voices and you can't tell who it is from a moan." he muttered, scowling as he put the truck in reverse and backed out.

"Think she could see through the pillow case?" Rick asked after they pulled out onto the main road as he stared blindly out of his window.

"Naaah. No more than shadow at most. We could've, should've been anyone that way. No, something gave us away that night."

"You were right though. We got in real easy. Are you sure you've never done this before?" Rick asked, still looking out the window.

Jim was already shaking his head adamantly. "Naah, just thought about it a time or two. Probably wouldn't have this time had you not agreed to go along." he murmured as he pulled the papers down and glanced at the bill again. "Won't be doing it again either. Not at this cost. No matter how good looking or tempting." he muttered with disgust.

Rick reached out and took back his papers. "I'll pay mine... somehow."

"To bad we didn't have a recording of her enjoying the hell out of what we was doing. All we'd need was a video of her begging us and we could say it wasn't rape." Jim snorted.

They rode in silence for several miles, listening to the music playing low on the radio while they thought about what had resulted from their night of 'fun'. It was only meant to be fun. Exciting, kinky, harmless fun. Okay, so Jim had gotten a bit more 'fun' out of it than Rick had thought he should've. And, true, it had been rape. But Rick hadn't meant to hurt her... and he hadn't thought Jim would. They hadn't really talked about that night either since then... and perhaps they should've. Jim had beat her with a belt and would've kept at it for who knew how long had Rick not been there.

"Why'd you hit her with the belt?" he asked suddenly, needing to know. "And on her legs of all places? Why not her ass?"

Jim shrugged. "She kept running her mouth. Her legs seemed more... I don't know, attention grabbing. Didn't do as I'd thought it would."

"We could've gagged her. We talked about that. You said you didn't want her gagged. You wanted to hear her begging you not to fuck her you said."

"She did too."

"And what happened to making her want us before we took her?" Rick demanded, turning to look at his cousin now, wanting to know."

Jim shook his head and frowned heavily. For a long moment he didn't say anything, just continued driving. As they turned into his cousins apartment complex, he finally muttered, "I don't know. I just got so angry. We did wrong, I know, but... Hell, Rick. She was a fine little thing. She lived out there all by herself, seemed so... knowing. Like when she greeted us that day. Gentlemen. I don't know, it just seemed uppity. She seemed uppity."

"You're nuts, Jim." Rick said, staring at him in disbelief. "The woman was lovely, I agree, even better looking once naked, but she never once acted uppity. She probably does know a lot. Especially if she really does fetch thirty dollars for nighties like the one you ripped off of her. She was nice to both of us, leaving us to do our work, not getting in the way, not whining over the price, and not standing over our shoulders. You were angry at her from first sight. Why's that?"

"Perhaps it was the way she looked at us. She thought you were worth a long look while she barely glanced at me." Jim snapped gruffly.

Rick's brows flew up in shock and for a moment he could only sit there gaping at his cousin. "You're nuts! And jealous to boot? Unbelievable!" he growled with disbelief. "She didn't like your looks so you decided to beat her and harshly rape her? Is that it?"

Jim's lips were drawn low and he did his best not to look his cousin's way as he pulled the truck up at the curb in front of the walkway of the apartment he was renting. "She enjoyed it." he muttered, looking out his window.

Rick shook his head. "Not until we put the oil on. Good thing I went into her bathroom. If I hadn't found that oil, I would've gone into the kitchen for something. Jim, you dry fucked that poor girl ...and beat her with your belt. Hell, had I not been there, there's no telling what abuses you would've reaped on her. And did you happen to notice how big her vibrator was. We were both three times the size of that thing. And, yet, you went and crammed that little thing into her ass without even giving it more than a swipe in her own juices. Hell, she could've been a virgin for all you'd known and you rammed your dick in her so hard that first time that I'd actually expected to see blood after the way she screamed." He again shook his head and muttered then, "I truly hope you meant it when you said you won't be doing this again. Your little rape fantasy is going to cost us five grand a piece and that's if she doesn't change her mind afterwards about going to the cops. You got the pantyhose and we each opened a package, not to mention the facts that neither of us used a condom. Fuck! I just now remembered that too. We didn't use any fucking latex! Shit!"

Jim's head jerked around at that and stared at him wide-eyed for a moment. Then, as the implications of that settled in he returned his gaze to the windshield before him. Both men groaned as they slid down in their seats, thinking of all that could come of this now. "She wasn't a virgin. That means she was sexually active. Think she was clean? I don't feel sick down there. No itching. No redness, swelling or pain. You?"

"You're worried about STD's?!" Rick barked jerking up and around to glare at him as if he'd lost his fucking mind. Actually they both had. "How about the ultimate in incriminating evidence and DNA, idiot!"

"Well, yeah, semen. She said she had DNA evidence. Semen, perhaps hair from our bodies and heads." Jim agreed, nodding.

"And if you pump semen into a woman four times in one night what might happen if she's not on the pill?" Rick snapped as if he was talking to a child.

He watched as his dense cousin finally got it. "A baby... Oh, fuck no."

"It's possible and the worst evidence against us, one of us, which could collaborate her story quite well." he muttered in disgust as he shoved his bill into his shirt pocket and grabbed his hat off the dash. "Yeah, she was a great fuck. Probably even without that fancy oil of hers. But if she gets pregnant, it's gonna be a lot more than five grand we'll be having to pay. At least one of us. And just think what my ex is going to do to me if that happens and she finds out... which she would eventually. Crazy bitch already has me by the balls over my supposed infidelity. I barely have a pot to piss in these days thanks to her and her crafty lawyer. As much as I've always wanted kids, I'd never in my stupidest dreams conjured up this possibility."

"I told you I'd help you will the bill to the Walker woman." Jim muttered, shaking his head. "And if it comes down to a baby, I'll take the blame there also. Hell, your ex already thinks bastards run in the family after your father cut you off at the first sign of divorce."

"Pops had to. She would've got that lawyer to go after him through me." Rick said with a heavy sigh. After a long silent moment, he murmured, "You know, if you'd had issues with a woman like my ex, I might could understand your need to be mean to another woman, Jim, but that just seems out of the blue and very unusual for you."

Jim shrugged. "You just missed my issues, Rick. You've had so many of your own lately that... well, I've had a few too. And, no, I'm not going to share. But it may have had something to do with the Walker woman." he said as he once more looked out his side window, avoiding his cousins eyes as they turned to eye him narrowly.

"You need counseling, cousin?" Rick asked quietly.

"Nahh, I've got it out of my system. Think she'll accept an apology from me?" Jim asked without turning around.

"Who? For what?"

"The Walker woman. For being so mean. Not for the raping, even though I'm feeling pretty bad about that right now too, but for the way I did it. I could've at least made it better for her."

"We could've just scared her and left." Rick agreed with a nod. Then he shook his head. "I don't know. It's not going to get her to change her mind about going to the police or about us paying for her losses. Might keep her from running off screaming if she ever sees us again. I don't know. Maybe we should compose a couple of letters after we get the money together for the losses we caused. Send it like she did, with the payment." Rick said as he opened his door and got out. "It's a stupidly good idea. We'll just have to be careful. We can't admit to any wrong doing, not to the rape and abuse. We'll have to word it just right. Think about it and see what you come up with, I'll do the same. I'm gonna go visit Pop and see if he'll make me a loan. It won't be going to my ex and he knows I'll pay it back. You've got two grand of mine as it is. Maybe he'll hand out three for no real reason." 

Jim shook his head. "Good luck, Cousin. Let me know if you need me to cover you. I'll see you on Monday when you pick me up." he said as staring out at the neighborhood beyond rather than meeting his eyes.

Rick closed the door and headed up to his apartment. A shower and clean clothes were needed before he went to see his Pops. He was fairly sure his dad was going to ask all sorts of questions when he asked for the three grand, but much to his surprise, his dad only wanted to be sure it wasn't going to the 'bitch of an ex-wife of your's' before he wrote out the much needed check. Rick swore he'd pay him back and he would even though his dad waved the promise off. He stayed and watched a ball game with his old man and drank a couple of beers before he headed back to his place for the night. When he got back, he pulled out a beat up looking yellow legal pad and set to work on an apology letter to Ms. Emma Walker of 'The Tie-Dye'.

Jim left his cousin and on the way to his house he began to stew over the whole thing. At home he got a shower and wolfed down a sandwich and some chips as it churned in his mind. After putting his dishes in the dishwasher, he pulled out his checkbook and wrote the check out to her personally. The more he thought about it, the more he stewed. Granted he'd been in the wrong, and he knew it. He wasn't completely stupid... just fucked up sometimes. He'd just had a string of bad luck with women of late. That and a lack of luck with them. Not to mention, he'd always been second to his cousin and most of the women he knew, knew his cousin too. Most times, they were more interested in getting hooked up with Rick than any real interest in Jim. Rick was oblivious these days. If he hadn't been ragging him about not dating in over a year, not getting laid in over a year, Rick probably never would've given in to his stupidly bright idea to rape the Walker woman. Had Jim been getting something in the last year he probably wouldn't have even thought about it.

"So stupid." He muttered to himself as he turned her letter over and picked a pencil out of the cup in the center of his table. He needed to come up with an apology that wouldn't admit he raped her and yet would cover his brutal behavior.

An hour later, he was in his truck headed back out to her place with the bill and check in his tee-shirt pocket his apology written and erased a couple dozen times, left behind on his desk the back of her letter erased until it was smeared with lead, nothing legible or decipherable. He was disgusted with himself and the whole ordeal and wanted it over with. It'd been bothering him for a week now anyway and he wanted... no, he needed it settled. He didn't want to wait until Monday. His cousin had always been better at things like that. Patience, looks, women, schooling. He was the 'boss' of their partnership at work. Had even gotten Jim the job. Jim was good at one thing though. Saving money. He had money. Not a lot. He wasn't rich, but he'd gotten a great deal on his place and he'd been renovating it. Planned on selling it at the end of the year before taxes were due on it again and buying him another fixer-upper. It'd be his third. He had nearly all of the money from the first house still. He was a bit of a tightwad with his money, but not if Rick needed it. Rick was more of a brother than a cousin. His best friend since they were three years old and his folks moved back down here from up state. He would've never asked another person to partner him in anything, most especially a crime.

Hell, he'd just been so tired of the brush off look from women, the long look over his cousin... Yeah, he'd been jealous. He'd always been jealous. Rick was buff, so the women say. Jim was too, just not so noticeable, he was taller but looked lanky... 

"Stupid fool." Jim muttered as he turned his brights on and tried to remember where her place was again. He was on the right road. He remembered passing the gas station and then the sign for the auto repair shop, then the shop itself... was it the third speed limit sign or the second after the auto shop?

He saw it then, the third speed limit sign, just past the small creek bridge, almost miss able with all the other bridges and signs unless you remembered it was the sign with the black truck limit beneath it as well. He hung a left into her drive and wound back for a bit before having to slam on his breaks at a gated fence. He frowned as he got out to stared at the gate, thinking he'd made the wrong turn. Moving to the left into the bushes, he peered around the last clump of trees just as a massive pit bull and a German Sheppard came barreling around the same clump of trees. He caught a glimpse of her barn seconds before the pair nearly slammed into the fence, barking their heads off as if yelling at him to go away. Jim didn't hesitate when they both turned towards the left and he looked beyond to see that the fence didn't go far, just enough to block off the drive and keep cars out of her yard. He was just closing his truck door when the pair reached him. With a glare at the beasts, he backed his truck up all the way to the road and turned back towards home. 

Apparently he'd have to do it Rick's way after all. Damn it!

He didn't have a good weekend. He didn't do any work around the house and he didn't go anywhere. Didn't move much from the couch in front of the television. He didn't eat much, nor did he bathe. He even slept on the sofa, leaving it only when he had to go to the bathroom. By Sunday he was a mess but was beyond caring when the doorbell rang. He looked over at the door, and thought about not answering, but then sighed and rose to at least find out who it was. A peek around the drapes beside the door and he knew he had to answer. Opening the door, he left it to swing inward as he went back over to the sofa and laid back down to watch as his cousin came in and frowned over at him.

"You look like shit." Rick grumbled as he closed the door and moved over to take a seat across from him.

"Nice to see you too, cousin." Jim muttered as his eyes went back to the TV.

Rick leaned forward and picked up the papers on the coffee table. As he did, a check fell out of the pile and he leaned down to retrieve it from the carpet as he read the name on it. "I see you didn't have any trouble writing your's out." he murmured as he noted the date on it.

"I went out to see her, to apologize in person." Jim confessed gruffly as he flicked off the TV.

Rick's head shot up and narrowed his eyes on him angrily. "What in the hell did you go and do that for!"

"Don't get your panties in a twist, I didn't see her. She's made a few changes out there. She's got dogs and a gate up across the drive now. I didn't try to go past it. Big mean looking dogs too." he said as Rick looked at the eraser mess on the back of the letter. "Did you come up with an apology for yourself?"

Nodding, his cousin tossed the papers and check back on the table and leaned back in the recliner. "Yeah." he said as he pulled the neatly folded papers out of his inner vest pocket and handed them over to him. "There's one for you there too. If you're happy with it all you have to do is sign it."

"Did your dad have a problem with the money?" Jim asked as he opened the pages and began reading.

"No. Didn't ask any questions either, after I promised it wasn't for my ex."

Jim nodded but didn't look up from his reading of both apologies. When he finally finished, he murmured, "You did great, thanks. Like you said, apology without confessing a thing other than messing up her work. When are we going to mail them?"

"In the morning sometime. We'll need to stop by the bank and deposit the money you have of mine. I've already done Dad's check and written out one for Ms. Walker. I've got envelopes and stamps already addressed to the address on the bill. All we need to do is sign these, stuff the envelopes and mail them... Jim, how long have you been sitting in here?" Rick asked as he looked at the small pile of dirty dishes and the wrinkled clothes he was wearing, not to mention his messed up hair and the deep beard.

Shrugging Jim muttered, "Most of the weekend." Before his cousin could say anything about that, he smoothed back his hair and grumbled, "We really fucked up. I really fucked up. I keep thinking about what I did to her. Not the sex, the bad stuff. I didn't think I'd feel so guilty over it."




Alone in the Country Ch. 02



Nodding Rick murmured, "Yeah, know what you mean. I keep trying to convince myself that we just bought some expensive pleasure from a whore, but it's not true. I'm bothered by it too."

"Think she's going to call the cops anyway?"

Rick shook his head, then shrugged. "Guess we'll find out."

A few days later....

I was flipping through my mail as I waited for the mail clerk to fetch my packages and paused on seeing two identical envelopes but for the names in the return address spots. The handwriting was identical on both, a bit messy, but flowing. Seeing the first names on each I wondered if I dared open them. It'd been two weeks since that night and I was doing fine again. My orders were almost caught up and I'd actually been able to sell some of the screwed up stock. I'd intended to wait until the end of the month, nearly four weeks after that night, to go to the police, wanting to give them time to come up with the money, a nice deal on my part. I'd even typed up a letter on my computer telling them the date I'd intended to turn the evidence over. I'd just been biding my time. 

Taking up the one from the brute, I slowly tore it open and pulled the paper out. As I unfolded it a check shifted, drawing my eye for a second, then my attention returned to the brief letter. 'Dear Ms. Emma Walker, I hope this covers the expenses as you requested. I know that you will never forgive me for both my conduct and the damages that caused you to have to send me this bill and I understand. Please know that this will never happen again and that I'm truly sorry that this occurred. I wish you well and hope you will someday be able to forget this happened. I was a total ass. Sincerely Sorry, ...' I read the letter twice and frowned. He'd clearly done his best to make it sound like he'd done something minor, 'conduct and damages...', but not to 'whom or what'. 'It'll never happen again...' to just me or any woman? The last sentence was so different, even the writing was a bit different, as was the 'sorry' in the closing, I could only assume this was added at the last minute, like an after thought... and so very true.

Stuffing it back in the envelope with the check, I opened the one addressed from his partner in crime. 'Ms Emma Walker, First off I want to apologize for my behavior the other day and ask that you one day find it in your heart to forgive us. There is no excuses for what I did and I regret causing you trouble. I know it is little comfort, but I swear it will never happen again and know that this has bothered us since leaving your place. I know no amount of money is going to cover all the damages, but here is the requested amount. Should we ever be able to assist you in any other way, do not hesitate to contact us. Sincerely, ...' I read it again, then pulled out Jim's letter and compared the writing, and shook my head. Rick was clearly the one who wrote the two letters... except for that last bit. It matched Jim's signature.

Not that it mattered. It was surprisingly nice that they'd apologized, but I was even more surprised over the fact that they'd paid the 'bill' I'd sent them. I'd deliberated over the amount. There'd been the expense of redoing that order, which I could've left it at, but then there was also the pain I'd suffered. And still I felt I'd cheated myself somewhat. After all, I wasn't the one who'd raped someone who'd been their client.

... And I also wasn't that much of a bitch, I reminded myself as I tucked the letters back into the envelopes just as the postal lady returned with a cart on which sat my packages.

"New orders, Emma?" the woman asked, having been seeing me three times a week since I took over my place.

"No, just payments for some work I did." I white washed as I held the door and let her help me out with the boxes.

"This is smaller than your last order." she said as she nodded down at the carts contents.

"It's a special order. I'm not sure how well it's going to go over so I bought small." I told her. "My regular shipment will be in later this week as usual. Did your daughter like the matching shirts I made for your grandkids?" I asked and the other woman nodded as we reached my jeep and waited while I did all the lifting for the second move of the boxes. We'd come to an agreement about that early on. I wouldn't offer to help her inside if she'd refuse to help me outside. It worked out great. She lifted once, I lifted once... well, until I go home, but I'd be resting in between turns.

After I got everything loaded and helped her get the cart back up on the ramp, we said goodbye and I headed home. I was tempted to go by the bank and see if the checks were good, but thought better of it. I'd give it a few more days. If they bounced it'd be bad for them... not that they didn't deserve it, but, well, I was nicer than that. I was also a sap.

A week later the checks cleared and I stared at the balance in my savings account. I'd put the money in there rather than in the company account. I'd already recovered most of the expense of making the order that was screwed up and didn't need it for anything. Seeing it sitting there was nice. I felt rich for a moment... until I remembered how I had to get it. That always made me frown and I kept feeling guilty for it. You weren't supposed to enjoy a rape. Oh, I know some who did when it was planned out by a lover they trusted, but this wasn't the case. I'd been raped. I'd also partially enjoyed it. So what did that say about my mind... fucked up, is what. 

One month after depositing checks...

"Come on in." Rick said to the knock on the front door. "I'm in the bedroom, Jim." he called as he heard the door open. A moment later he turned from dusting off the ceiling fan just in time to say "Hey-" before he felt an electrical shock go through him, dropping him to the bed to twitch and jolt until all went black.

"Knock-knock?" Jim said a few minutes later, as he pushed open his cousin's cracked front door. He stepped in shut the door behind him. Going into the kitchenette, he set the six pack in the fridge and pulled two cold ones off the door as he called out, "Where you at Rick?" A sound in the bedroom drew him around the corner and through the door. "Shit, what's the matter Rick?" he asked as he hurried over to where his cousin was curled up away from the door, laying on the bed, looking as if he was hurt. As he leaned over and rolled him onto his back, he felt a bite on his shoulder that quickly seared all through him, then he began twitching as his whole body collapsed onto the bed next to his cousin.

I stood back and watched it again as Jim did the same as his partner, passing out after the jolt of electricity from the stun gun I'd borrowed from a friend. I was shocked I'd had the nerve to do it again, but I did. I set the bag I carried down on the floor at the foot of the bed and set the stun gun down next to it. Reaching in I pulled out some pantyhose I'd ripped in half and began tying up hands and feet. Tight. They were men after all. When I finished I pulled a few more things out of my bag and laid them on the foot of the bed between them, then went to each in turn and lowered their pants. Going back to the foot of the bed, I pulled out the duck tape and ripped off two healthy strips and hung one to each side of me, lightly sticking it to the cheap iron footboard. As the last rip sounded they began to rouse and I nodded.

"E-Emma?" Rick queried in confusion as he saw me first. His head was on a pillow and so he was propped up where his buddy's wasn't. Jim's head jerked up at her name and then both of their eyes went to their exposed limp cocks which began to slowly stir.

"What the fuck?" Jim said in confusion, then they looked at me again. "I knew it wasn't over. She was just biding her time. Letting us relax and get confident."

"Actually, that's incorrect." I said as I set the duct tape back in my bag. Straightening again, I continued, "Everything was over... Until this morning." I moved over to Jim's head and when he opened his mouth to ask what, I stuffed a wad of pantyhose into his mouth. "Unlike you, I don't want to hear what you have to say." A moment later, I was on the other side of the bed holding up a wad for Rick who was smartly keeping his mouth shut. "You'll want this and you'll not want to spit it out like Jim is trying to do." I said and he opened his mouth, letting me push the hose in.

Going back to the foot of the bed, I picked up another item and held it up to them. "It's a little bigger than my vibe. Strangely enough, I find the old one no longer pleases me since I was well and thoroughly raped by two men who were much larger than I was used to. While I was out today, I got each of us a new one. I've never had anal sex or even been fingered there, let alone had a vibe there, and wondered if you two had ever done that yourselves. I've learned a lot about it since I was raped." I assured them as I squatted and pulled out the vibe I'd chosen for Jim. I slipped it into the deep pocket on my sun-splashed white summer dress and grabbed my oil bottle then straightened with the big dildo still in my hand. "This is about your size isn't it Jim? It's a little smaller, I think, compared to when you are aroused, but I've got a good judge of things like size so I'm sure I'm close. Shall we see?" I asked as I went to his side and laid the vibrator on his abdomen. He tried to twist his hips and dump it off but stopped as I frowned at him. I dribbled a nickel size dollop of oil into my palm, then set the bottle on the nightstand. "Unlike other people, I know not to use too much oil." I said as I rubbed the oil between my palms then reached out to coat his again rising cock. The 'A' oil went far with just a small amount. I coated his cock and balls using gentle but encouraging hands while he watched. He had a long cock. The vibe I'd bought was seven inches in length, two more than my fiver but about a half inch less than Jim here. Not as big as some I knew, but he'd been bigger than anything I'd been used to. His girth wasn't the same. There he was a bit smaller, but only by a bit, putting him about one inch in girth. I'd been right, I thought as I continued to caress him with soft slick hands. Just when he began to really enjoy it, though, I stopped and he collapsed back on the bed with a grunt.

Rick stared at me rather than at what I was doing to his partner in crime. And, as I finished arousing Jim, I nodded and said, "Yup, just a bit smaller." Then picked up my oil and the big dildo and left him to suffer for a bit. I didn't go far. "I'm going to explain something to you two." Setting the oil on the other nightstand, I slid the vibrator into my large pocket with the other one and reached over Rick to curl one hand under his ribs while I used the other to push his hip. He wasn't light, but I pushed and pulled until I had him up on his side facing his friend. "Now, that night was difficult enough, being forced to handle two dicks bigger than five inches, but then I was forced to handle something else. I've never in my life even contemplated anal sex. So it was very difficult to suddenly have it thrust upon me to deal with. After the day I've had, I figured it was only fair to now share that experience with you two as well." I told them as I held up the large dildo so Jim could see it with his wide eyes as he tried to push the hose from his mouth again. "Don't make me come tape that in, Jim." I scolded as I put the dildo back in my pocket and picked up the oil. "I'll be nice though and oil it up as ya'll did." I promised as I used just enough oil. Reaching back into my pocket I grabbed the other vibrator and, without letting them see it, I oiled it's length, then I moved down to Rick's ass. I gently patted one taut cheek and said, "Come on, Rick, take it like a big boy."

From where I was I could see him grit his teeth as hard as he was clenching his ass and I shook my head as I patted his right cheek again. "Would it help if I bent you over a pillow like you did me?" He relaxed his ass cheeks as he closed his eyes and I slid my oily hand down over his virgin hole. Very carefully I slid the tip of a much smaller vibe against that puckered spot and felt him shudder, but he didn't clench up again. I knew he was thinking it was the bigger one I'd shown them. I'd thought mine was as big around as Rick's cock and as long as Jim's that night. "Much better. I read it goes much better if you are relaxed." I said as I lined it up and probed the delicate spot. With his next shudder, I pushed it in slowly but firmly. Halfway in I pulled it back some, then pushed again until it was all in but the last half inch of it. Rick was a wonderfully muscular man and every muscle from the shoulders up were as tight as his iron bed frame. He was even clutching the rails like I had done and his brow was rolling with sweat. However, he'd not made a sound. "Now see, it's not so bad... or is it?" I leaned down to the foot and grabbed the duct tape and patted one end on one cheek, then grinned at his partner as I turned on the vibe, moving from low, then medium, then to high with little time to spare for physical adjustments. When it was singing along I patted the rest of the tape into place, making sure it stuck well to flesh and vibe.

With a shrug, I grabbed the oil and moved to the end of the bed where I bent and fumbled for a minute while I watched Jim try to struggle against his ties. I slipped the second smaller vibe into my pocket and all but skipped over to his side next. Setting the oil on the nightstand, I reached over him as I'd done his pal and even though he tried not to let me, I shoved him over to face the center of the bed, almost completely onto his stomach before he rocked back onto his side, fighting me. "Fighting me is just fine, Jim. I know you like it rough. While I've never been one to harm others, I can give as good as I get if need be." I slapped his taut ass, hard, to prove it. He jerked in surprise as his friend's eyes opened and I held up the big dildo and grinned at Rick. "This isn't going to hurt, is it Rick?" I asked and he shuddered as his eyes fell closed, all the while, his ass hummed merrily along. Dropping the dildo back into my pocket, I got some oil and quickly lubed up the smaller vibe like with Rick, but this time I didn't take the same care to encourage Jim to relax. I found the spot with oily fingers and barely rubbed oil on it before pushing the vibe home in one shove. I hated it, but then I'd hated being dry fucked and beat and left with a dildo vibrating in my ass until the batteries wore down. Thankfully they'd been partially used up. Like with Rick, I turned it on and taped it up, then I but the ball of my hand on the vibe and thrust against it a few times. "Feel like fun now Jim?" I asked, then I rolled him over to find his face as hard as stone, jaws clamped on the hose as if he was fighting a scream, eyes closed so tight you'd have to pry them open with a crowbar. 

Reaching up, I pulled on the wad of nylon and he let it go. The moment his mouth was free, he started cursing. Funny, he didn't curse me. As soon as I could, I stuffed it back in. His eyes snapped open and I shook my head as I frowned sadly. "I don't like to hear people scream and curse unless it's in pleasure. Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked him and he closed his eyes again as he swallowed hard. He didn't have to answer, I knew the feeling. 

Turning away then, I went back to the end of the bed. I tucked my things, but for the oil, back into the bag, hiding the larger dildo, then moved over to Jim again and climbed up on the bed, bringing both of their eyes over to me. I pulled up my summer dress to reveal my naked, neatly trimmed puss, and threw a leg over his hips so that I could settle over his deflating cock. Within moments, I was rubbing myself against his hard on, working up my natural juices, mixing them with the oil drying on his softened cock. Jim closed his eyes and groaned and I smiled tightly. "Yeah, I love this oil. How's the vibe doing guys." I asked as I put my hands on his chest and really rubbed against him, spreading my juices as they came. Neither answered, both were intent on what I was doing under the skirt of my dress. When we were both slick and all a'tinglin', I slid over the head of him and shifted to bring him into me slowly. My eyelids lowered as I savored the feel of him slowing filling me up. "See,-- Slow --doesn't-- hurt--mmm." I murmured softly, breathlessly, as I carefully moved up and down, taking more and more of his length into me. With hmms and moans and gasps, I rode him deep and slow, then harder as my orgasm approached. When it did, I rose until just the taut head of his cock was still within and cried out my pleasure as I shuddered over and around him. He growled and tried to buck his hips up, to thrust into me, but I made sure he missed having his cock caressed by the walls of my spasming pussy. He also missed his chance to come while the vibe hummed along. That's the problem with small pusses, big dicks and my oil. I got off very quick. It was incredible and just what I'd been needing.

With a sigh, I leaned over to grab the oil and turned to find his cousin already hard as a rock. "Mmm, more for me." I murmured with a grin as I met his eyes with mine heavy lidded from my recent pleasure. With barely a pause, I pushed him onto his back, oiled up my hands again and quickly shared the sensitizing fluid with his thick cock. When I finished coating all of him like I'd done his pal, I crawled over and onto him and took him for the same ride. This time I kept my skirt up so both men could watch as I buried Rick's half inch shorter, but half inch thicker cock again and again, my nether lips pulling out as I rose and being dragged in as I fell until we became super slick with my juices. In no time I was quickening my pace, fucking myself deep on his ridged rod, my greedy puss loving it so much she drooled until she suddenly spasmed, making me cry out in delight. Like with Jim, I rose just enough so that only his bulbous head felt the throbbing of it. His eyes rolled back into his head and he clamped his jaws tight on the hose to keep from making a replying noise.

Laughing, I crawled off the bed onto wobbly knees, and looked back to find Jim was fighting the need to come. A vibe in the ass, physical stimulation, as well as visual equals... 

I watched as first Jim shot off, groaning in agony as his cum shot out in jets onto his chest and stomach, his cock swaying left and right, some of it even hit his pal's arm. Rick looked over just in time to catch the show and for some reason that just seemed to be the last straw. Jim's cock when aroused tended to look up at him, while Rick's stood straight out from his body. When he shot off, it went up like a firecracker, straight up into the air, then fell to splatter him from chest to knee, even dousing Jim's hip with a few drops. Wow, what a show, I thought as my eyes rose to their faces to find them glaring at me angrily. I couldn't help but grin. With a shrug, I pocketed my oil and excused myself to go freshen up.

I stood in the bathroom after cleaning myself up and waited out my trembling hands. I couldn't believe what I'd just done. I'd just raped two men, was still doing it in a way. I told myself they deserved it. That it was just punishment... even as my conscience reminded me that two wrongs didn't make a thing right. Perhaps I should've just let it go... perhaps I should've left well enough alone even then... but I still had something else to do.

With a sure grip on myself, I returned to the room to find them struggling to get free. Rick had managed to stretch his bonds, while Jim was seeming to get no where, and they both still had workable erections. I would've loved to have climbed up and gone for another, more complete ride, but I forced myself to go to the end of the bed. Picking up my bag, I put the oil in it and draped the strap over my shoulder and waited until their glaring eyes returned to my unsmiling face. "Well, it's been real, gentlemen. Don't worry. I bought cheap batteries so they will run out soon enough and the hose are super cheap too. A few more tugs and you'll get free. Probably not before the damage to your ass is done, but soon enough. Oh yeah, the duct tape will tear flesh off if left on for several hours I now know, just thought you should too. And you'll poo funny for a couple of days, ...and you will poo because all those vibes are really going to shake things up. Hopefully you will truly never do what you did to me to another living person without their full consent and cooperation." I said rather prayerfully as slipped on my sandals and turned to head for the bedroom door. There I stepped through before turning back to say, "Oh, by the way, one of you are going to be a father in a little more than seven months. Thanks to ya'll's little adventure I'm going to be a mother much, much sooner than I'd planned. Thanks, gentlemen." I told them sadly, then I turned and left, locking the front door behind me.




Alone in the Country Ch. 02



This is not a true story. This is Pure Fantasy. If you liked this please look for parts 1 and 3. Thank you for reading.



Alone in the Country Ch. 03



This is not a true story. This is Pure Fantasy.

...There I stepped through before turning back to say, "Oh, by the way, one of you are going to be a father in a little more than seven months. Thanks to ya'll's little adventure I'm going to be a mother much, much sooner than I'd planned. Thanks, gentlemen." I told them sadly, then I turned and left, locking the front door behind me.

I made it out to my jeep and up into the seat before I had to quickly grab a plastic bag and heave up what little was in my stomach. As disturbing as that had been, I'd enjoyed some of it. All the bouncing I'd done hadn't been good for the delicate stomach I've been sporting these days. At least now I know why it's been that way. I started crying then and drove home weeping the whole way. Damned emotions were so out of whack. My boobs were tender and I was tired all the time. I'd gained five pounds and I'd totally missed two whole periods!

To make things worse, one of my, now ex, lovers got a better job in Dallas and moved, stopping by only long enough to say goodbye and pick up his dog. I'd had to pass on the 'goodbye' he'd wanted to give me. It's not that I'd not been in the mood, I'd still been trying to decided if I was still upset about being raped. I guess today I found that I was, to some extent. That wasn't the only 'goodbye'. My other lover, now ex too, had found someone he wished to be monogamous with and ended our three year sexual relationship though we were all still friends. He too came and got his dog right after I finished installing video surveillance and security alarms. So I was now well protected out at my house, but for the last two months I'd only had my rapists for my lovers. Today took an edge off the sexual need I'd been feeling, but I was going to have to resort to my new vibrator until my baby was born. No man wanted a woman who was pregnant with another man's child, especially if she couldn't figure out who the father was. Well, he might, for a bit of fun, but not for keeps and not after I got fat.

In the days to follow I often thought about what I'd done to the men and I finally sat down and wrote them an apology like they'd done me. My conscience was bothering me. I was actually still angry at them and told them that too. Thanks to them, I've been sick for weeks and, until I knew the cause, had been staying home for fear I'd get someone else sick too. I'd only left the house for the necessaries, food, business, mail and, finally, the doctor appointment that told me the truth. I should've known before going in, but I'd not put two and two together until the doctor asked if it was possible I was pregnant. Of course I'd automatically said no... but then hesitated when, once more, the night of my rape returned to irritate me. I'd known they hadn't used condoms. A- there'd been no wrappers and B- I'd not broken out in a rash any where their cocks had touched me. I'm very allergic to latex... I mean big zit like bumps and the itches from hell. I purchased special condoms for my lovers if they didn't do so themselves. So, the doctor had given me a urine pregnancy test that had come out completely positive, then taken blood for another, as well as checked out my woman's parts to be sure all was well. He was positive about the pregnancy then, so positive that he was going to cancel the blood test, but I told him to go ahead with it, kind of hoping he'd found a tumor or something. I was so not ready to have a kid.

Still wasn't, but I was definitely pregnant. It had infuriated me, saddened me, then infuriated me all over again. To make me feel better I'd gone ...and got lucky on finding the culprits about to visit each other. What a stroke of luck. I'd planned on going to see Jim right after I saw Rick. So kind of them to be right there together. I still marveled over that weeks later as I got back into the swing of things, kind of. I finally went into town to visit my friends as I usually did, pre 'R' day (rape day). Going between orders when I was able to leave things unchecked for hours at a time. I'd been missed, making me feel really good. I didn't tell anyone about the pregnancy, not even my best friend. I was still trying to come up with a 'father' because I was definitely going to have to confess to not only her, but my parents as well. And soon. I thought of claiming one of my lovers, but that was just plain wrong. I would just have to tell them part of the truth. I hadn't been with my exes since two weeks before the break in so I finally decided on the partial truth, that it was a toss up between two men I'd been with. Men neither my friends, nor my family had met. That wasn't going to go over well, especially when I didn't 'produce' one for viewing. It was something I wasn't going to worry about until I started showing, if I could keep it quiet that long.

Three weeks after my revenge day...

"Hey, isn't that Emma?" Jim asked, turning in the passenger's seat of Rick's truck to look back as they drove by a local night club.

Rick didn't stop, even when he told him too. "Yeah, that was her getting out of the driver's seat." he agreed, nodding as he watched her embrace each of the three women that had been waiting for her to park.

"Well, go back, damn it. That was a bar." Jim snapped as he turned back to glare at his cousin.

"So, she's getting together with her friends."

"At a bar!" Jim growled, "She's pregnant and shouldn't be at a bar."

Rick chuckled softly as he shook his head. "She can do whatever she wants, Jim. Besides, we've got to meet Pops, we promised we'd have dinner with him and my future step-mother. We'll check back by here on the way back." he assured him and while he could tell he didn't like it, his cousin didn't argue about it either.

A little more than an hour later, they walked in the bar where Emma's jeep was still parked and looked around for her. As Jim was taller, Rick finally turned to him and leaned close to ask, "See her?" Jim shook his head as they moved a bit further in, angling towards the bar. "Look for her friends. She may be in the girls room or on the dance floor."

Jim's eyes flew to the floor where a good number of people were crowded, their bodies gyrating to the beat, most pressed so close you wouldn't be able to get a hair between them. Rick tapped his shoulder and pointed to a small table where three women sat with two men standing at their backs, all of them looking out to the dance floor. Just as their eyes followed, they saw a waiter stepping up behind Emma as he put a shot glass to her lips. She tilted her head back and drank down the orange shot as her friends and several others clapped and shouted encouragement... and Jim saw red. 

"Jim, wait... Jim, be nice... Damn it, Jim." He heard Rick growl, and even had to twist away from his fingers as he stomped away. He wasn't waiting, and to hell with being nice. She shouldn't be here, she sure as hell shouldn't be drinking... And as he drew closer, he was seeing a bit green also... with jealousy. She shouldn't be dancing either! She was plastered to her dance partner as he was rubbing himself against her ass and that had her nipples standing erect! He pushed his way through the crowd, watching as she turned and her partner crouched a bit as their bodies moved as one while his hands slid up her sides from just below her hips until he reached hers where they were clasped over her head. Taking them, he straightened and twirled her away... right into Jim's waiting hands. Grasping her wrists, he snatched her to him so hard she stumbled and would've slammed all of her weight into him if he hadn't had the thought to catch her hip so that her flat looking stomach didn't touch his raging hard on.

And that! He'd been instantly hard the moment he'd seen her. Growing even more so as he'd watched her dance with her friend. Her very handsome friend. Irrational, he knew it, but couldn't stop it. Her eyes flew open in surprise, then shock as she saw who had her now. "What in the hell do you think you are doing?" he growled, leaning down to her ear so she'd hear him.

...My shock disappeared as if it'd never been and I stomped on his foot as anger filled my eyes. "I ...was ...having a good time." I growled back as he narrowed his eyes on me and clenched his jaw against the pain I'd left on his arch.

"You're not supposed to be drinking." he growled back as his hand slid around my waist and anchored me to him. He turned us away, leaving my dance partner fuming and without anyone to pick a fight with as Jim was totally ignoring him.

"I was thirsty." I complained angrily.

"You're not supposed to have alcohol in your condition."

"No shit, Sherlock!" I snapped as I rolled my eyes.

"You just took a shot!" he accused as he moved me to the other side of the floor, away from my friends' view and up against the wall leading back to the restrooms.

"Of orange juice, damn it." I hissed as a couple of women pushed past them.

His eyes stayed glued to mine for a long moment, not sure if he was to believe me or not, I was sure, then he dropped his lips to mine and kissed me like he did everything else with me, hard and deep. I let him have a good taste of my alcohol-less mouth, then I put a hand to his throat and pushed back until he let off. He stared at me for a long moment, then he leaned down and kissed me again, this time more gently as his body pressed into mine, letting me feel how turned on he was. It was several long moments before he let me up for air and that only because there was someone tapping on his shoulder.

Jim turned and would've gotten a facer had Rick not appeared to catch the fist in his big hand just inches from Jim's nose. I looked around them to see my dance partner wincing as Rick's fingers clenched on his fist. "Let him go, Rick. He was just looking out for me. He's a friend of mine and I don't want him hurt."

"And I don't want my cousin hurt." Rick said, but he let the pretty-boy's fist go.

"Cousin? I thought he was just a friend?" I said in surprise, then waved my questions off as I looked past them to my dance partner, who just happened to be one of my girlfriend's fiancée. "I'm okay. Sorry about the dance."

His pale blue eyes went from one cousin to the other, then back to me as he stepped back half a step and nodded. "No problem, we'll do it again later. You've still got the moves, despite having been sick so long, Em."

I smiled and shooed him off, then watched him go as did my new friends. When he disappeared into the mass of dancers, the cousins turned back to me. Jim straightened away as he murmured, "Thanks, Cousin. I was a little distracted." His eyes went to me as he said the last bit and I frowned up at him.

"It's your own fault. I was having a fine time until you decided to play he-man." I snapped as I went to walk between them.

Rick reached out and caught me before Jim could and turned me to face him. "He was just worried about our baby."

"Well, he can quit worrying about the baby. I'm not doing anything I haven't already asked the doctor about first. I'm allowed to do everything I usually do except lift heavy things and drink now. If you two want to worry about something, worry about me not being able to keep up with my business due to the lifting restriction. I'm used to lifting heavy buckets and moving heavy barrels. I had to go buy hand carts and dollies this week. An expense I didn't count for. And I've still got to get the barrels up on the dollies. I had to fix two drain taps in the last couple of weeks and I can already tell I've got three more stopping up with fibers. Usually I just dump them over out back by the dye pool but I can't do that now." Turning my glare on Jim, I added, "So, I am having a care for MY child."

Jim glared right back but had his jaw clamped so tight that the only thing that came from him was a growl. Rick however, shook his head. "Did you get our letter and the insurance paperwork?"

Rolling my eyes, I moved back to the wall and leaned against it as I nodded. "Yes, and I appreciate the thought, but I'll take care of this on my own. I always take care of myself."

"You sent us a bill-"

Rick waved Jim's angry words off and shook his head. "Perhaps, but we wanted to be sure you didn't have to worry about it. Look, Emma. What we did was wrong, we know that. -"

"And stupid." I added dryly and Jim looked away as his cousin nodded.

"And stupid. Not well thought out either. We were damned lucky you came to us rather than going to the law as you should've. That's why we got the insurance for you. It's why we apologized and it's why we're worried if you were drinking. And this isn't just your child, it's ours also. We're going to want a part in it's life. You shocked the hell out of us the other day," He swallowed, then grinned sheepishly before adding, "In more ways than one, but we're not running away from our responsibilities. We did this to you and we want to help in any way we are capable. We're not made out of money, but we'll work extra hours if we have to so that we can help. Even if you just need something moved."

I held up my hand, sure he'd keep going until I agreed. "Fine, I'll accept the insurance. I'm sure my doctor will appreciate it as I refused a few tests he wanted to do due to not wanting to spend the money yet." Actually, I didn't have it to spend unless I dipped into the money these two had given me. I'd planned on saving that for repairs to my house and land, but after the well pump and then the security issues... well, it was planned it for the baby's birth now. I didn't tell them, but I'd already filled out all the papers, even signed them... I'd just been debating whether or not to go through with it. And here they were telling me they wanted a part in my child's life. I'd have to think about that. After all, our relationship wasn't normal, nor was the conception. I can just see one day having to explain it to my kid how dad and I 'you knowed' to get him or her.

Rick sighed at my acceptance and pulled me close for a quick kiss. Before he could thank me or start off on something else I wasn't ready to accept, I crossed my arms over my chest and asked, "So, which one of you are going to dance with me first? This is the first time I've danced in months and it's what I came here to do." I looked at Rick who looked surprised. His eyes went from mine to the dance floor, then turned back to look at his cousin as if his cousin would be able to help him answer her. His gaze narrowed and I looked to see what had caused it only to find Jim starring off into the dark at the end of the restroom hall. There was nothing back there but blackness. It began just past the men's room door on the left while the women's was on the right and closer to them.

"What's wrong Jim?" Rick asked, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

Jim started and turned. "What?"

"That's what I was asking. You've been starring back there for several minutes now. Did you see something?"

I swear, even though the lighting was low like in all clubs, I swear I saw Jim blush, but then he shrugged and grinned. "Nah, just trying to figure out how I can sneak Emma back there for a bit of fun without her watchdogs butting in." he said, tipping his head towards the bar and we looked over to find two of my friends watching over me.

I would've been angry had it been someone who I didn't know so well, but as it was, these were faithful friends who'd do anything for me, right down to protecting me. "Come on, I'd better go and introduce you two or they'll see to it I have to sleep in town tonight. I much prefer my own bed." I said as I slipped my arm through one of theirs and pulled them along with me. Hell, I might as well. One of them was going to be the father of my kid so my friends better get to know him now before I start showing and have to confess my ignorance of which one it was. Fun, fun, fun.

Thankfully, my friends were nice enough about it. They hadn't liked the way Jim had grabbed me and hauled me away like he had, but I shrugged it off saying that he was a bit of the caveman who didn't know his own hidden strengths. While Rick's was quite obvious, he was much more careful. I let my friends ask several questions before I took Jim's hand and tugged him towards the dance floor. As we started to step out into the crowd, Rick touched my shoulder and leaned in, as did his cousin, to ask over the music what he was to say to her friends. With a shrug, I told him to omit the baby and sex for now... well, that and the rape, they'd kill them over that last bit. The two cousins stared at her over that last bit and I stared right back, dead serious. If my friends ever found out 'that' about these two men, I can't say for sure what all they'd do, but if nothing else, the cousins would be wishing for death by the time my friends were done with them. We cared that much for each other. With a nod, Rick went back to the table and ordered another drink.

"Guess I'm driving." Jim said as he pulled me in close to him and began dipping and swaying to the beat. I found it easy to move along with him despite his being a foot and two taller than me. It was difficult usually when you were barely five-three. With Jim, however, it didn't seem to be a problem, go figure.

We danced to three songs and while more and more of my attention was focusing on my dance partner, I didn't miss the continuing conversation between Rick and my friends. Apparently they'd found things to talk about. If they were grilling him, he didn't make it obvious in his posture or face. He occasionally caught my eye and winked as he gave me a smile that did weird things to my insides... or was that Jim's erection doing the weird things to my insides? It was for sure he was arousing the hell out of me. By the time Rick came out to take over for a slow song, I was just shy of jumping Jim and taking him in the middle of the dance floor for all to see. I really was NOT an exhibitionist.

By the time Rick got me, my panties were wet and my nipples so hard each time we brushed against each other I was ready to moan. As it was, I curled up against him and tried not to move very much. Of course, it didn't help at all that he came with his own hard on, ready, able and willing for me to caress him with my body. Two songs and he gave me back over to Jim. I saw my first dance partner start to come over, but Jim just glared at him. I'd noticed he didn't talk much with my friends though while he waited for another dance with me.

When I went to the restroom a short time later, all three of my girlfriends joined me and even knowing both men stood out by the entrance to the hall again waiting, they grilled me. I confessed to some things. They'd have kept it up if I hadn't, but not all. They didn't want the stuff I'd told the men to give them. They wanted to know about the sex. Which one? Why did it seem like both? How was it? They were so different, was it the same in bed? With a laugh, I scandalized them with the truth as I knew it. After all, I'd only been with them twice each. They didn't asked and I didn't tell that it'd been both together. And it was obvious they knew about the other one. My last lovers had known about each other and had become friends of sorts too... but I'd never shared a bed with both of them at the same time.

I didn't give specific details either, as that would've told too much. I did tell them that Jim was the more aggressive of the two and so far I'd been pleased better than all my past lovers... and they were sworn to never tell another soul. They were wide-eyed and excited over Jim's all for nothing lovemaking, as I carefully cushioned it for my friends ears. And they sighed over Rick's gentler, more careful loving. That was pretty much all it took. After a few more carefully worded explanations, I was free to leave the bathroom, having explained as we all took turns using the two working stalls and washed up.




Alone in the Country Ch. 03



Out in the hall, I was first out and the cousins both eyed me up and down as if they expected something to have changed. They just didn't understand women. I smoothed my hands down the sides and front of my dress and their eyes followed hotly... even as I heated back up. I'd tried to use the time with the girls to cool off my overdrive hormones, but those looks jacked them right up again. Thanks, I thought to them.

Out on the dance floor Rick and I took another turn, pressed as close as two fully dressed people could be. When that song ended, I made him stay and begin a faster tune with me only to get a friend at my back... Jim. Sandwiched between the two aroused me beyond what should've been possible with this much clothing on and was excruciatingly sweet. Rick's shifting hands were all over my hips, his erection rubbing and bumping my lower stomach and the upper part of my mound. Jim's was in turns rubbing from the small of my back to the top of the crack of my ass while his hands roved from my waist up to the undersides of my breasts. Rick nibbled on one earlobe while his cousin rubbed his nose and lips along the other shoulder. All three of us seemed to flow as one from the moment Jim joined us.

When that song ended, I pulled out of their hands and walked straight over to my friends. I kissed each of them on the cheek, even their boyfriends, then told them I really had to go now. As flushed as I knew my face was, my girls didn't need to be told why. The men didn't either when the cousins stepped up behind me to each take an elbow and walk me out to my jeep. Rick tossed his keys to Jim and told him to follow us as he bodily scooped me up and settled me into the driver's seat. Without arguing or anything, Jim left them while Rick climbed in beside me. I didn't say a word. I started the jeep and drove off. I probably should've said something. But I was hornier than two devils... or as horny as my two devils... and needed relief in a big way.

A half hour later, not the least bit cooled off thanks to Rick's naughty hands copping feels all the way home, I hit the button on my dash that opened the gate and watched until Jim cleared it before hitting it again to close it. I'd barely got the key out of the jeep before Jim was there to scoop me out and into his embrace. His lips came down on mine and I lost myself in his firm but surprisingly gentle kiss. Rick took my keys and found the one to let us in then closed the door behind us as Jim blindly walked back to my bedroom. There he gave me over to Rick, who kissed me all the way into the bathroom. He let me go then stepped back and closed the door between us. I watched as the shadow of him stayed right outside before I turned on the light. Turning, I looked at myself in the mirror and almost didn't recognize the flushed woman I saw. My lips were swollen and red and my eyes were bright but slumberous and my nipples were so hard a jeweler could've cut diamonds with them. I grinned then and hurried over to the toilet. As I relieved myself, I pulled my dress off as well as my bra and panties. A few moments later I was rinsing out the clothe I'd used to refresh myself with when my eyes fell on the oil bottle. Grinning again, I grabbed it and turned to open the door. There they stood, their shirts, boots and socks gone, their jeans unbuttoned leaving fun just a zip away. Seeing my grin and the bareness of me, they reached for me and pulled me back between them. I was the meat in this sandwich and they found me very tasty.

Like on the dance floor, they found their places on me. I expected them to be bumping hands or getting in each others way, but they were like a well choreographed dance. While Rick's hands moved up my sides, coasting over Jim's hands where they were moving over my hips to my ass, and lifting my 34C breasts, Jim was dipping his head to take advantage of it, curling his tongue around first one nipple then the other before backing off slightly to lap at the nipples while his cousin pulled me to lay back against his chest. I tucked the bottle of oil into Jims back pocket and smoothed my hands up his strong back until I reached his hair and buried my fingers in it to urge him to take more of me. Even as he did, he was pressing me to his hard, lean stomach and I was tipping my head back and to the side so that I could enjoy another of Rick's deep wet kisses.

Jim's hands dipped under my ass cheeks and came up between my legs and, even though I'd cleaned off the evidence of how wet they'd made me on the dance floor and on the way home, he found me slick and wet again. His fingers dipped into my juices and smeared them as far forward as his long narrow fingers would go, then back up the crack of my ass, making me moan in eager need. With a soft growl, he took me from his cousin, who didn't mind letting me go mid-kiss, and, holding me pressed against his chest, he turned and took me to the bed, laying me down across the width of it. Rick moved around to the other side and leaned in to take a nipple into his mouth as his hands began to caress me again. Jim meanwhile had kissed his way down to my stomach, leaving moist tingling in his wake.

For a moment, both men paused, their hands over the slight mound of my abdomen which hadn't been their the last time they'd had me this naked. I wasn't super thin to begin with, but my work around the house kept me fairly slim in the waist and stomach area. Not so now. Every few days I gained another pound of baby weight. I looked up when the attention was diverted from my flesh and my pleasure to find both men staring at my stomach. Just then, they both smoothed a hand over and around that small mound and each placed a kiss to one side of my belly button. It was astonishingly sweet and told me how much they liked the baby within me. It also made me wonder what I was going to do with two fathers and one baby. A DNA test?

The moment was over within seconds and they were back to turning me into a madwoman, but I didn't forget it. Just set it aside as Jim's lips moved down to my other neatly trimmed mound and began delving for liquid treasure with him lips, tongue and teeth. I arched my breasts into Rick's mouth, one after the other and moaned again and again from all the attention. Had they started the rape out this way, there was no way I would've been able to call it rape. I blinked as this thought crossed my mind and was faced with an arrow of hair going down to disappear into the jeans and smiled as I wrapped my hands around his waist and leaned up to kiss Rick's hard stomach. His muscles contracted for a second, and I slid my hands down under the front of his jeans. The zipper slid down without me ever touching the tab. Dark briefs met my seeking fingers and soon I was under them seeking that fat rod I knew he was hiding. He reared up to look down at me as I pulled him free, balls and all, then he was groaning as I led that bulbous head to my hungry lips. For a second I felt Jim raise his head, but I didn't look to see what they were seeing, I was too busy feeding myself a nice, thick piece of meat. I didn't get far on it, but I sure tried to take all I could. I just hit the back of my throat and after one attempt at deeper, I backed off for fear I'd ruin the moment by gagging uncontrollably. I still had morning sickness but it wasn't as bad and it wasn't all day or even with every meal now. I sure as hell didn't want it while having some really great sex with two men.

Whatever the men saw, increased their vigor. Add that to the evening of teasing and I was soon arching under their hands then jerking as I fell off that mountain peak. I sputtered around the heavy cock in my mouth as I shuddered through the climax. Rick tried to pull back, but I held his hips just as firmly as Jim did mine, keeping me where he wanted me as he lapped up my juices making me jerk and twitch. When he finished, he drew back and Rick took my hands away so that he could do the same. I laid there dazed and confused for a moment, then, as it dawned, I slowly grinned. They just changed places. I didn't disappoint and neither did Rick. He wasn't as good at it as Jim, but he wasn't bad either. And there was no way to take more of Jim, but I treated him to a licking that I hadn't his cousin. Rick had been quieter than Jim. I'd had no doubt that he was aware of my oral fascination and liked it, but it was definitely Jim who was the more vocal. He like to encourage to. With "yeah, like that..." and "oh, that's good..." and "damn, you're gonna make me cum too soon"... Well, it was sure I wasn't discouraged in any way. When I used my teeth a shade beyond gentle, he groaned and carefully pulled out so he could lean down and give me a deep, wild kiss. A moment later he was feeding me his long length again. He liked to watch it disappear and reappear and he plain loved it when I gently gripped him with my teeth so that I left light red tracks on his taut skin.

Right up until I came again, that is. Even more intense than the first, I sucked him as deep as I could and held him there with my teeth as Rick shoved me over the cliff's edge. My spine bowed as I pressed my feet into the mattress and held onto Jim's hips then twisted slightly as Rick let my hips bounce a bit while he tapped my clit again and again, keeping me rolling down a long sloping drop. Jim was a goner. With a groan that sounded rather agonized, he exploded into my mouth. I was clutched in my orgasm's exquisite embrace and just excepted it as best I could until it ran out the sides of my mouth. He pulled out then, barely keeping his skin and snatched up a tissue from the box by the bedside. As I collapsed, Rick stood up while Jim crouched to clean up my face. Luckily not much of it got out.

"I should tan your hide for that." he muttered as I looked up at him through eyes that refused to open all the way.

"You do and you won't have anything left next time." I muttered back, then grinned when his eyes opened wide in surprise. I meant it too. I didn't mind the intense way he'd taken me that first time, not once we got going, but I wasn't about to be anyone's punching bag nor would he ever take a belt to anything but his own pants ever again.

"That wasn't... I didn't mean it that way. Not in a mean way. I didn't want to come right then."

Shrugging, I looked up at Rick and held out my hand so he could help me sit up. Rolling over onto my hands and knees, I scooted up to the edge and rubbed my naked ass against Rick's raging hard on. "Looks like you'll just have to get over it. I didn't want you to come either. You are welcome-- Mhmmm, " I murmured as Rick took the cue and carefully filled my hungry puss up for me. "You can... ahh... come up... uwww, here, for ...mmmm... more." I said, moaning as I shifted my knees so that I leaned further back and so he could go deeper. Jim didn't have to be told twice and soon I was sucking his cock back to full life while Rick brought me to another swift climax that had me shuddering under their hands as I moaned in pleasure. Rick held still as I climaxed, then he withdrew and pulled me off of Jim's once again firm rod. Turning me over he pushed me to the center of the bed then urged me up and over him so that I was above him. Grinning as we all remembered the last time we'd been together, I slowly lowered myself as I murmured, "Should I find my vibrator?"

The men groaned and shook their heads. Jim sat up and as I rose up and down on Rick, he began sucking on the nipple nearest him. After a bit though, he laid back on the bed and just watched as I lost myself in pleasure. In no time, Rick was really getting into it too, pushing up with his hips as he tugged me down so he bury his face between my breasts, then lick and suck his way up and around to the nipples. When I neared another climax, he knew and sat me back up so that they could both watch as I came hard on his stiff cock, just seconds before he gave into his own release. I collapsed a moment later, still shuddering as I tried to catch my breath, resting on his broad chest. He gently caressed my back as Jim leaned in and kissed me with hungry lips. When we broke for air, he laid back again so I turned and kissed Rick deeply. With a sigh, he returned my kiss, then he rolled us onto our sides, making our bodies separate, and grinned as he passed me over to a needy Jim. 

Not a bit upset, I rolled over and started to climb onboard, but Jim had other ideas. He rolled me beneath him and carefully slid his long rod into my eager body. Having come once already, he was able to take his time. For a long while he held me close as he gently thrust into me, then, after I climaxed, he withdrew and rolled me into the middle of the bed on my side so that I faced his watching cousin while he filled me from behind. After another climax, he rolled me back over and kissed me as he brought us both to a final climax, then collapsed off to the side. I settled on his chest and he laid his arm under my shoulder as he kissed the top of my head while Rick moved closer and settled against my back, one of his arms going over my hips to my stomach. I fell asleep there, nestled between them.

The next morning, I woke in Rick's arms and he lazily made love to me, barely moving on the bed so as not to wake his cousin. We lay face to face, one of my legs draped high over his hip, our lips exploring as our hands pulled and pressed each other closer. As our orgasms approached, he rolled me beneath him and thrust harder and faster, taking us both over the edge with soft groans of enjoyment. After we recovered sufficient breath, he rolled off of me and pushed me into the waiting arms of his cousin as he gave me a last kiss and slid out of bed. While he was getting into the shower, I turned and found Jim smiling down at me with sleepy eyes. He cuddled me close and even though I felt his morning rise below, he did nothing more than brush his lips over my forehead as one arm cradled my head and the other curled around the middle of my back. We slept again for I don't know how long, an hour or so, then Jim woke me with hungry kisses going down to my breasts. I ended up riding him for a long while, some times slow, some times fast, then slow again before I made him cum once to my two. These two were good at getting them from me. When I rose to go shower, he followed along and after we soaped each other up, he asked if I give him head for a bit so I did. I didn't mind giving blowjobs. I didn't always like the taste of cum but I was finding it easy with Jim. It probably helped that he'd been right at the back of my throat last night. This time, though, he wanted to get close before he pulled me up and into his arms so that he could press me against the cool shower tiles and give me a quick orgasm just as he did too.

My legs were trembling so bad he had to help me dry off and we laughed as he did. I was still rubber kneed as we left the bathroom to find Rick waiting in the bedroom doorway with a brow arched in curiosity. With a shake of my head, I went over to my closet and pulled out a lightweight cotton skirt and tank top and pulled them on over my bare skin. The top had a built in bra and was comfy during the hot summer days. Moving over to the dresser, I pulled out a pair of thongs and made sure the boys got a good look at them as I put them on. Not that I was anywhere near ready for more. In fact I should probably be putting on armor, but loved making them groan as they did.

"I've got work to do and my legs are like Jell-O." I told Rick and he grinned.

"You just need some grub. I hope you don't mind, but I scrounged through your fridge and cabinets and made some breakfast for all of us." he said as his smile faded and both men looked worried he'd done something wrong.

I didn't care. I'd planned on feeding them anyway after I dressed. But, "You cooked?"

He nodded and motioned for me to precede him from the room. "Just some eggs, grits and toast. I didn't find any bacon."

"I'm out." I said as I sniffed the air. Yup, I could smell it now. As we entered the kitchen I saw the food on the table and grinned. "You made salsa too. I love salsa with my eggs." I said as I turned and brushed a quick kiss on his cheek before hurrying over to lean over and smell the rich tomato sauce. He'd used garlic and jalapenos and pureed it just until it was slivers, but not mush, just as I liked it.

"I'm not wild about it, but I always fix it for Jim when he comes for any meal. He likes hot food."

"Mhmmm, so do I."

"Do you want coffee or some of the juice in the fridge?" he asked as Jim joined me at the table.

As Jim held a chair for me to sit, I shook my head, "Juice. I never touch the coffee."

Rick arched a brow as he looked over to the grinder and beans he'd found in her cupboard. Granted he hadn't found much, but there'd been enough for a few pots. "You could've fooled me. You have everything needed for it. The only difference from my place and Jim's is the fact that you don't have fresh dairy creamer. We both dislike using the powder but it works in a pinch."

I looked over to the counter as he poured me my juice and eyed the small bottle of powdered creamer sitting next to two cups of steaming brew. "The dry keeps longer. Just like the whole beans. My best friend, from last night, drinks coffee. She bought all of that stuff so she'd have it when she visits. It's about all she drinks during the day." I said as he brought my juice and his coffee over while Jim carried his own to the table. Each of them settled to one side of me and we dug into the meal with Jim immediately sharing the salsa.

We talked as we ate, about ourselves. Rick and I did most of the talking as Jim was the silent type, but he easily answered any question I put to him and didn't mind Rick telling things about him. I learned that both men were, thankfully, single and not involved, something that, until then hadn't even been a thought in my head, much to my shame.

Rick, however, had been married and had a bitch for an ex-wife. He told me her name and Jim showed me a picture and they told me to stay away from her. Apparently she was making life difficult for him, right down to interfering with his love life. The only thing she didn't touch of his was his job, it's what helped pay her bills after all. They didn't have kids, thankfully for the kids, but not so for hers. Her baby was going to be an only child for a while. He'd wanted kids and so had she, until they'd gotten married. She stayed on the pill the whole time they were supposed to be trying on the honeymoon and for months afterward. When Rick found out he'd been upset but had been willing to wait awhile if that was what she wanted. The marriage had gone down hill from there until she accused him of having affairs. He'd been in love with his wife, but her refusal to believe him and her hateful attitude after he refused to tell her he'd been unfaithful had killed even that in him. He believed she'd been the one, but he'd been unable to prove it. Two of her girlfriends had sworn he'd asked them to be his mistress behind her back.

"Like he'd be that stupid when they were as thick as thieves." Jim muttered.

Jim, now, had never married and hadn't come close. He wanted to, but hadn't found a lady he like enough. There was more to that tale, but even Rick didn't add anything. Jim had been born with the same last name as Rick, but when he'd been four his father had died and when his mother remarried, she'd let her second husband adopt him, that's how she hadn't not known they were cousins. The Jericho's weren't a wealthy family but they had money, part of Rick's ex's reason for keeping her claws in him. But neither of the men had the money. The Jericho with the money now was just Rick's father. However, Jim, nee Jericho, now Shaker, was doing good on his own, while his mother had what little had come to his birth father. She'd given him his first loan so that he could buy his first house and he'd paid her back with interest. He sat there over a second helping and told her he was soon going to be getting another house so that he could sell the one he was in. He wasn't rich, but he was comfortable.




Alone in the Country Ch. 03



While Jim liked to remodel houses, Rick liked to garden. He and his wife had bought a home with a bit of land, much like mine here and he'd turned a little over an acre into a beautiful garden, Jim told me this last bit. His home had dozens of plants and he was the one who kept up his father's land, making sure the lawn looked good, planting whatever plants he wanted, doing it all himself. So with all this, how did they end up working for a well digger and repair place? Fresh out of high school. It was only later that they thought of doing something else, and that was for their own pleasure. Jim liked to build things, Rick like to grow things. They were hobbies. It'd kept them out of trouble and they'd neither one thought of going to college until much later and by then they didn't have time to. Jim was lucky. His garnered him money. Rick's allowed him to keep his cool when his ex butted into his life.

After breakfast, I took them out to the barn and showed them what I did. Since I'd done a lot of work in and out of the house, I delighted in showing off my ability to wield a hammer. Jim even praised my ability and I couldn't resist teasing him about his meanness that day they'd put in my well pump. It wasn't everyday you had a woman that could do things like that, so I kind of understood. When he didn't correct me, I shrugged and showed Rick some of my plant magic. I had dried plants I got dyes from with wonderful colors as well as fresh ones that I grew out back of the barn. Where the sun was best and an old manure pile had enriched the soil almost too much. It wasn't fancy, just straight lines, but it was just more things I had in common with the two men.

After the tour, I walked the men out to their truck and, after long kisses that stirred up trouble, I pushed them away with the promise to call if I needed anything. They reluctantly left because I really did have work to do and I'd already delayed long enough, but, as they were heading for the gate, I remembered the insurance papers. I'd planned on giving it to them so that I didn't have to go into town right away to mail it. With a soft curse, I hurried inside and picked up the phone as I slipped into my office where I'd left the papers and their cell numbers. I quickly dialed Jim's number since his cousin was driving and, after explaining, he suggested they come back tomorrow for dinner, on them and they'd bring it... If I wanted to have dinner of course? I thought about my work for a moment and nodded as I told him sure. There was a lot to do, but I'd be able to put myself at a stopping point then. After what had happened the night before and that morning, I knew to figure in some more for that fun too.

Over the weeks that followed, I saw and got to know the two men much better. They were, as my grandmother would say, courting me. They weren't just in it for the sex, though there was quite a bit of that. They came bearing gifts, took me to dinner, sometimes just one would be here or take me out, usually both. We had fun. They took me dancing, to movies, shopping, bowling, to play pool. I spent a lot of time at Rick's apartment where we'd go to escape the late summer heat by using the pool there. As I grew I slowed down a bit and thought for sure they would begin to draw back from me, but if anything they were around more. As my jeep was a stick shift, Rick said his pregnant neighbor said I wasn't supposed to drive it, and though I swore I was fine, he insisted on hearing it from the doctor himself.

Six weeks before delivery they men started taking turns going with me to the doctor. My doctor thought Jim was the father, the first time, I didn't disabuse him of the notion nor did we positively agree. When Rick went the next time, I finally confessed what I probably should've weeks before. Until then, I'd not admitted to any one man, just that yes, the father knew. When I told him I wasn't sure which was the father, Rick or Jim, he seemed shocked. This man had known me since my first period. He'd known when I became sexually active and he'd given me my first box of condoms with the pill. He'd been the one to go through all the trouble with the first experience with latex and the troubles with the pill. He'd also been the one to set me up with a natural way of testing and monitoring my fertility which had, until these two men, always allowed me to remain unpregnant. Even though my doc had known about me having a couple of lovers before, he'd also known I'd never been together with them at the same time. As he was my doc, I had to tell him how we'd had a bit of 'fun' that night and then, as we were seated in his office after my check up, he dropped a bombshell on me. At six weeks to go, he thought I was with twins. Until then I'd refused to do ultrasounds and since my pregnancy was running smoothly, if a little weightier than he wanted, he didn't push. This time he'd heard a second heartbeat though and pushed for it.

Four weeks to delivery, I did the ultrasound and both of the 'fathers' were there to watch with me. They'd insisted to the point that they were threatening to call all of my clients and tell them there'd be no more orders until the babies were at least three months old. Since they knew where my client lists were, I caved. It was two girls we discovered, and they were going to be perfect. I hadn't wanted to know the sex of the baby until then and I was slightly disappointed because I'd been hoping for a boy, but it was only because I knew what being a girl was all about. A boy would've been easier, I'd thought.

I also would've thought that would've eased the men's minds, but, no. They were thrilled there was two. They decided on the way home that they would each claim a daughter and that they would keep seeing her as they had been. On and on, they had ideals on how it was going to go, never once consulting the mother... Until we got home and they were helping me settle down for my, now usual, nap. It was then that Jim, surprisingly, frowned down at me and hushed his cousin as he said, "Sorry, Em. We've totally left you out of this, haven't we?" Jim had come along way in these last eight months. He still wanted to enjoy an all or nothing way of doing things, but he was much more careful with me. Rick was as sweet as ever.

"It's okay. I'm glad you two are working this out."

"Yeah, but that doesn't tell us what you think."

"What's there to think. You've each been willing to be the Dad to my child for months now-"

"And we still are." Rick promised.

"Just, now we can solve the problem about who's name is going to be on the birth certificates." Jim grinned. "We each get one."

"And there's something else Em." Rick said as he looked at his cousin strangely, then down at her as Jim nodded. "We both want to marry you-" he raised a hand when my eyes opened wide in surprise and I started to sit up to say why that was impossible. We all knew that, though. Rick just pushed me back to the pillow as he continued, "Since we can't, we was wondering if you'd like to choose between us, or keep things as they are or what?"

Jim leaned down and I kissed him back then he drew back and said, "We are both in love with you and we've discussed it repeatedly, but we each tried giving you up, drawing straws, flipping coins and just plain being angry at each other. But, the truth is we both love you and we both want you and the child. Now that you are having twins, we can easily solve the 'splitting time with the child' issue."

"That just leaves you." Rick said, raising my hand to his lips without looking at me.

Thing was, I was unable to decide between them too. I'd fallen in love with each of them for different reasons and had been trying to decide which I would offer myself to in marriage should that day arrive. But like Jim said, they were both in love with me. And I was in love with both of them. I wanted both of them. 

"We've been talking, Jim and I, about this a lot in the last few weeks. Em, we were wondering if you'd take us both, let us move in here with you and help you raise our girls and love you all. Marriage is out of the question, laws out here don't permit this kind of a relationship, but there's nothing saying we can't have a commitment kind of marriage, where we both claim you and you us. We can even get it in writing. I've spoke to a lawyer and we can draw it up like a prenuptial agreement."

As I know that's how Rick's ex took him for all he'd had back then, I knew how hard it had been for him to agree to suggest such a thing.

"It would allow you to keep everything you own while we will keep what we own going in and you will keep everything we get together for the babies. We're going to open savings accounts for... well, each of the children and anymore we may have. And we've already got it in the works that you will be our beneficiary on everything but for what is set up for the children. We also plan-"

I raised a hand to stop them and chuckled softly. "Fine do it. When you get the papers ready I'll read them and sign them."

"You'll let your lawyer read them then you will sign them. That's how my ex got me. I took her word for the correctness of things, briefly scanned and signed. I was in love. I don't want you to end up like me, not that I plan on screwing you over-"

"Fine, send the papers to my lawyer... His address is in the rolodex on my desk." I said with a heavy yawn. "Now, either crawl into bed with me or go away." I told them with a small smile as I nestled into the three pillows.

Jim started to lay down with me, but Rick cleared his throat. "We've got to get back to work."

"Okay. See you for dinner. I'll cook us some chicken and yellow rice. Perhaps with a salad." I murmured, the last fading so low that the men had to lean forward to hear. With a chuckle, one kissed my cheek the other my temple, then left me to nap the warm afternoon away.

Two weeks later, I delivered early, calling the men in from a job at mid morning. I'd already called nine-one-one as I walked out to the road. It was the longest I've ever thought that drive. Twice I thought the girls were going arrive on my dirt drive. The ambulance wasn't there when I got there but the guys were flying so fast down the street that they over shot and slammed on the breaks. Rick barreled out of the passenger door, scooped me up and hopped back in. I told the emergency operator what was going on, especially when she heard the squealing tires of that big work truck and we hung up with a promise to call if things got bad again. We passed the ambulance five minutes later just seconds before it turned off it's blaring siren and lights and slowed to turn back around. The men were frantic and worried, but I wasn't. My men would see to it I was well cared for. Rick held me like the most precious of fragile china while Jim had pulled off his newly purchased watch and was timing my contractions with his free hand as he asked a hundred times if I was okay. Hell, I was great.

...Three years later, after putting the girls down for bed, I led the men into our much larger master bedroom, recently built by the three of us, and furnished with a king size bed that slept the three of us nicely, with me always in the middle. I picked up the cloth drawstring tie-dye bag I'd laid on the bed and gave it a shake. "It's time for another baby, but we're going to do it differently this time. I don't want no guessing and I don't want no doubts. In this bag are two condoms one is red and one is green. The one who picks the green one gets first try and has two months to get me pregnant before we take a rest."

Jim scowled, "That leaves one of us not having sex for two months?"

Snorting, she shook her head, "Hardly. The red grabber will have to wear a condom every time we make love until I either become pregnant or it's his turn to try. I love our girls and I love my men, but it was such a pain in the butt getting all that paperwork right that I don't want to go through it every time we come up pregnant. So, one now, one later."

Rick drew the red special, non latex.

Almost three weeks later I was tossing my cookies. We had it confirmed at six weeks. Jim was thrilled, I was thrilled, and Rick and the girls were thrilled. Nine months later we had our first son. Two years and ten months later we did it all over again and got a second son. The men could care less. Even I didn't care, but boy was the paperwork easier.

Who would've thought something bad could turn out so good!

This is not a true story. This is Pure Fantasy. If you liked this be sure to read parts 1 and 2. Thank you for reading.