How The West Was Wild

The year was 1898 and love was in the air. Jack Hawkins had been feeling the winds of spring lifting him up for his destiny and her name was Myra Bettencourt. Fresh picked flowers in hand; he walked towards the Bettencourt family house, Home of his employer Byron. Jack was determined to get his precious Myra's hand in marriage. Unfortunately...this love was one sided.

Cole Smith had been on this earth a few more years than Jack and knew a lamb going out to slaughter when he saw one. That girl never liked life on the ranch and the last thing she'd ever wanna do was marry one of her father's farm hands. She was gonna eat his heart out. He knew it was a fool's errand to try and stop the kid but damn if he was gonna let him make an ass out of himself in front of the boss' daughter.

"Jack you recall that saying about not shitting where you eat?" Cole huffed as he followed.

"Can't stop me today Cole!" Jack Hollered Back.

"Years of hogtying angry calves beg to differ young buck!"

Jack brakes into a sprint with Cole chasing close behind. The larger man grabs for him multiple times but Jack slips his grasp each time, eventually beating Cole to the house. Myra was sitting on the porch, working her needlepoint.

"Myra, I-I brought you these-"

Jack held up his flowers to see most of them had fallen apart in his sprint. He picks out the lone survivor and offers it.

"I brought you this token of my love."

Myra Raises her eyebrow.

"Some Token," She uttered.

The winds lifting Jack's sails begin to die and fast.

"Y-your hair is as gold as the grains of Nebraska. Your skin is as smooth as fresh cream. I...heh... the poem sounded so much better in my head. I was gonna ask....i was gonna ask for your hand-"

"A hand in what exactly? At the rate you're goin I'm not sure I even wanna give you the finger."

Laura giggles at her own joke as Jack's face grows redder. He turns heel to leave when his foot lands right on a cow pie. The world spins as he slips and tumbles before landing with a thud, finding himself on the ground, ego bruised and covered in cow shit. Cole sweeps in and hooks his thick arms under the younger man's, pulling him up.

"All right hombre time to get the fuck out of here before her Pa sees you." Cole says as he drags his devastated pal away to the wash house.

Jack sits in the tub looking like a whipped pup. Cole couldn't help but feel another tinge of sympathy for the kid as he bathes in the tub next to him.

"You may not know it but you dodged a bullet young buck. All the other hands have talked about that girl. She's got a cousin from the city who visits and they're a little too close if you get my drift."

Jack stares blankly into the distance. Cole splashes him with water from his tub.

"Really? No chuckle? No Ha Ha? No suck my dick you old grumpy fuck?"

Jack splashes back.

"Fuck you, you miserable bastard!"

"Well, well, well, He speaks," Cole chuckles.

"Have a heart, Mine's broken," Jack whimpers.

"It ain't broken, just a bit bent out of shape. Now quit your cryin' we got places to be."

Cole rises from the tub, water cascading down his large hairy frame. The sound of water sloshing breaks Jack from his miserable trance. He looks over at Cole only to find himself face to face with a big, fat, dripping uncut cock.

"Jesus, get that thing out of my face!" Jack shouts.

"Finish scrubbing up and I will. We're heading out Carson City before sunset!" Cole boomed.

"Why should I?" Jack spits defiantly while shielding his face from Cole's cock.

"To let things settle down here after your little proposal. Last thing we need is you makin an ass out of yourself again. And besides...I know just the cure for your ailment"

Soon, the men were on horseback en route to Carson City. Jack sulked and Cole tried to lighten things up.

"So...not that I'm one for I told you so's but...what exactly did you think you were gonna accomplish with that poem? Grains of Nebraska? Cream? "

"They say you should write what you know," Jack muttered.

"And tell me Romeo, what do you know about her? Favorite food? Favorite Color? Tell me what words she's even thrown your way in the months you've been on the farm? You ever sweet talked a girl before?"

Jack hung his head. The silence told Cole all he needed to know.

"Right...you just need some experience under your belt."

They reached the outskirts of Carson City by dusk. Cole led the way through the streets to the sunrise saloon. The place was as alive as it ever was on a Friday night. Cole leaned over and talked to the barkeep who nodded to a woman playing poker with a group of men. As they approached she fanned her cards on the table.

"I believe that's a full house boys." The men threw their cards down in frustration.

"Still breaking Hearts I see," said Cole beaming with Joy.

"Cole! You old dog come here!" The woman wraps her arms around Cole and plants a big kiss. Jack can't help but stare as it goes on just a bit too long. The woman pulls herself away.

"Didn't your mama teach you it's impolite to stare?"

"Oh where are my manners? Del, this is Jack, Jack this spitfire here is Delilah," Cole motions to the woman. Delilah slides over to Jack and plants a kiss on him. His face grows red.

"My pleasure" Delilah purrs.

"Say Del, you got somewhere a little more quiet we can talk?"

"Of course, I'll take this thank you!" Delilah grabs a fistful of money, a pocketwatch and a bottle of whiskey off the table, passing it to Jack. "Follow me boys!"

All three migrate upstairs into Delilah's room. The light is dim and the room smells faintly of perfume. Delilah guides Jack to her bed and sits him down as Cole whispers something into her ear and she nods with some understanding.

"So Cole tells me you have a broken heart?"

"Well...I dunno about broken I just-"Jack's voice catches in his throat as Delilah's foot presses on the lump forming in his pants.

"Oh don't mind me, I'm just getting comfortable."

Del's hands slide up her leg pulling back her skirt to unhook her garter belt. Jack's eyes trailed up her inner thighs to the shadow between her legs. Del gently grasps his hand, guiding it up her skirt. Jack's fingertips graze warm lips.

"Run your fingertips up and down....just like that."

Delilah moans as Jack follows her directions. Cole slides up behind her offering her some whiskey as he gently pulls her skirt up further.

"Try a taste kid, one lick and you'll be hooked," Cole whispers.

The young man leans in slowly, letting his nose graze Delilah's mound. Kissing on her labia and daring to let his tongue trace along her lips. Another moan from Delilah pulls Jack's eyes upward to see Cole freeing her breasts from her dress. His rough hands tracing circles around her areolas. Squeezing her. Jack pushes his lips back on Delilah's, Allowing his tongue to probe and lick further. Her fingers slide through his hair and guide his head up, his nose brushing over a sensitive bump causing Delilah to arch her back into Cole as he kisses her neck.

"Mmmgh you're a quick learner..." She moans.

Coles hand drifts from her breasts down to her clit. Rubbing it in circles just how she likes. Delilah reaches back and squeezes Cole's bulge while pushing Jack tighter against her now throbbing pussy. Cole can't help it. He needs her, right here and right now. He pulls at the lace on the back of her dress, undoing her corset and sliding everything down. Cole unbuttons his cotton shirt and tugs at his belt, allowing his britches to fall to the floor. Jack's view was filled with the sight of Delilah's heavy breasts swinging in his face as she pushes him on his back. Her nimble fingers undoing Jacks pants and freeing his straining cock.

"Oh my, you're happy to see me!" she giggles before licking along the underside letting her tongue explore all the way to his tip where she swirls around the head, flicking her tongue up and down the slit before enveloping his throbbing shaft all the way into her throat. Jack's eyes roll back and all he can see at this point are stars. Del's lips glide up and down his tender flesh as Cole rubs her back and stands behind her bent form. His hands grab at her hips and pull her back to his waist causing her to groan on Jack's cock.

"Sorry Del, I couldn't wait," Cole chuckles.

Jack couldn't see what was going on behind her but going by how hard she groaned on him he knew Cole was filling her deep. His thick hips push Del onto Jack. Moving in tandem slowly at first like a train departing a station. The tempo steadily grows. Del loved being filled from both ends as it was a privilege she so seldom had with the local men. This time it's Jack running his fingers through Del's hair, He marvels at how she swallows all seven inches of him from base to tip. The pace of her sucking is set by the force of Cole's hips as he takes her faster. The bigger, older man growls and pulls himself out.

"Almost lost myself there for a minute heheh. Think I got you warmed up enough del?"

Delilah slurps hard to the head and lets Jack out with an audiblepop.

"Red hot here." She mews.

She grabs the bottle of whiskey off the table and offers some to Jack. He takes a big swig as she climbs on top of him, straddling his hips. Reaching beneath she rubs the tip of Jack's manhood up and down her fresh fucked pussy. The heat radiates as she let him sample her wetness. Without warning she slams herself down taking him balls deep. This time Del set the pace and she had no interest in being gentle now.

Jack grips her hips holding on for dear life and trying to get in a few thrusts of his own. He looks over to see Cole, He didn't mean to stare but it was quite the sight in itself. Cole reclined back, broad hairy chest exposed while he stroked his cock. It was similar in length to his own though it seemed to be much thicker than his own. Cole's shaft and hand glisten with what he could only assume was Del's pussy juices, The same juices that were now soaking his own crotch. A fire within Jack grows with intensity pushing him to sit up to suck and bite at Del's nipples. She lets a shocked but pleased gasp escape her lips. Jack's hips set their own rhythm now, slapping up into Del in heavy rapid thrusts.

"That's right kid give it right back to her!"

Cole feverishly strokes his cock watching watching the young man's balls slapping up against Delilah, His long shaft plunging deeper and deeper into her. The air is filled with the sounds of their collective moans and the scent of their sex. Del's bed frame slaps the wall as she fucks and is fucked with abandon, Her peak drawing ever closer. All three of them were in synch, A tightening growing inside them all. Jack's gaze darts back and forth between the redheaded beauty riding his cock and the thick burly man pleasuring himself to it across the room. He didn't know how much longer he could last.

Without warning Delilah tightens and convulses around Jack. A rush of wetness and her fierce grip sends Jack over the edge with a cry as he spills his seed deep into Del. Hearing Jack and Delilah cumming sends Cole to release with a roar louder than both of them combined, thick hot ropes of cum shooting onto his hairy chest and belly. He collapses in his chair, A sheen of sweat and cum rising and falling as he breathes heavily. Over on the bed Jack and Delilah lie in a tangled sweaty heap. She plants kisses on his collarbone.

"Still feeling raw about Myra?" Cole says between breaths.

"Who?"

All three laugh into the night. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

It became a tradition every pay day. The boys would go to the city, grab some drinks and paint the town red with Delilah. Sometimes they'd stay at the saloon, drink and play cards, other times they'd hitch a covered wagon and go out someplace they could be free in their passions. On one trip Del had a stroke of passion and decided to ride Cole in the back of the wagon while they were en route. Being outside the city limits they felt free enough to be their usual vocal selves. The sounds have Jack harder than steel in his pants as he keeps his grips on the reins. He spots a wagon in the distance going in the opposite direction. As the distance closed Jack could see it was a traveling preacher and his wife.

"Uh, Del? Cole? We got company passing by."

Del bit her lip trying to muffle her moans, her hips still as she listened for the all clear. Unfortunately, the rocks and bumps of the wagon kept bucking Cole up into Del. Cole was sweating bullets as he throbbed in Del, he was already close before Jack's warning.

The wagon was passing by now, the preacher nodded and said "Have a blessed day, young man!"

It was at that moment Cole erupted in Del with such force he could help but bellow out "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

The preacher's face went stark white from the blasphemy he had just heard. Jack wasted no time urging the horses on and speeding ahead on the trail, Delilah giggling and moaning in pleasure as her climax followed.

The good times would last a few months...until the boys rolled in one unfortunate night to find Del's room empty. Nothing left but a letter that smelled of her perfume. Cole's eyes scanned over her words again and again as if he was hoping to find some hidden message he just happened to miss. Finally, he let it fall from his hands. Jack picked it up and read the news himself.

" Dear Cole, I had fun helping you break the kid in but a girl knows when it's time to move on. I'm sorry to say goodbye this way but it's easier for the both of us. Whoever you end up with is gonna be lucky. All my love, Del."

Jack crumples the letter and tosses it.

"Guess Del wasn't much for words eh Cole? Cole?"

Jack looks back at a defeated Cole sitting on Del's bed, Still lost for words.

"Aw, c'mon Cole she was gonna leave sooner or later."

"I thought she was happy. I thought she was...you know...different."

Jack's expression softened a bit. For as long as he knew Cole he seemed so sure in everything, So certain and set in his ways. Now that the haze of adventure and debauchery had cleared he saw a very broken and extremely lonely man. Loneliness like this needed a remedy of equal parts compassion and understanding.

"Let's get drunk," Jack said.

Cole and Jack rode out of Carson City loaded with a couple bottles of the finest whisky they could afford. They settled in one of their usual campsites and quickly had a fire going. The night began quiet with only the crackling of the fire as embers rose to the stars occupying their silence. Cole sulked against a log, taking long swigs from his bottle, nursing his broken heart.

"You think you know someone after a couple of years..."

"C'mon Cole it's not like you two were gonna get married or something."

"I know, I know but Del was something special. She brought out a side of me I never thought existed. I mean if you asked me ten years ago if I could see myself doing any of the things we did I'd call you downright demented! Delilah was a hellcat...Unchecked, unrestrained and just...wild."

Jack couldn't deny that. Even in his experience he knew not many women would dare do even half the things all three of them had, especially without a ring and vows. He couldn't help but replay his own favorite memories in his head. One particular night was prominent though.

"Remember the last night we saw her? We pitched camp and drank some of that strange tea."

The night came flooding into back into Cole's mind, he chuckled to himself.

"Peyote, we drank peyote. Yeah...I remember. Del kept asking if her pussy looked swollen and kept rubbing it. She said something about not being able to get deep enough. She had two fingers buried knuckle deep."

Cole's cock began to swell in his pants as he recalled the sight of Del's fingers plunging into her swollen, sopping pussy. He grasps at himself through the fabric. Cole's bulge catches the corner of Jack's eye.

"And you...being the good young gentleman you are offered to something that could go even deeper."

Jack reached down as he remembered the feeling of Del's warmth enveloping his manhood.

"I had to oblige her Cole...she was red hot that night. Slid into her like a hot knife through butter..."

It was a sensation Cole knew all too well. His hand unbuttoned his britches and slid inside to grasp the thick pole straining under the tent he was sporting.

"Noises you two made...I could hear how wet she was... I could smell it. Told you not to cum in her....wanted a taste when you were done."

Jack followed Cole's lead and reached into his own pants. He thought about how easily he slid in and out of her. How strong dels grip on his ass was as she pulled him deep. There was something different about that night. Something he was afraid to bring up to Cole. He didn't want to ruin whatever the three of them had, though with Del gone he wasn't sure what was left to ruin.

"Fuck it. We're among men. Aint nothing you haven't seen before anyway." Cole mutters.

The older man lifted his hips and pushed his pants down to his knees. His thick hairy cock sprung up slapping his belly. Even in the dark of night by campfire jack could see the twinkle of a foreskin full of pre. His big hand pulled the skin back and spreading his juices. Jack wasn't used to being this exposed without Delilah around but he was too horny to care about boundaries at a time like this. The younger man pushed his pants to his knees and kicked them off, his long curved cock also hitting his stomach with an audible slap. Both of them worked themselves without care. Their dicks and hands glistened in the moonlight. Jack could remember the feeling of his balls slapping against Del. How sudden the peak came for him that night.

"I don't remember you lasting long...then again I can't blame you." Cole Chuckled.

Jack felt a twinge of guilt. He remembered being lost in the fever of the fuck. How he wasn't fast enough to pull out before the first and biggest shot of his eruption fired into Del before he pulled out and sprayed all over her corset.

"You were on her after me faster than a bear on honey. Damn near knocked me over."

"Patience never was one of my virtues young buck. I was hungry."

"You practically dived face first."

Jack was hoping, praying that Cole was so far in a frenzy that night that he hadn't noticed his cum mixed with Del's juices. In the present, both of them were transfixed on each other's stroking.

" I swear that woman always tasted like peaches...except that night...there was something else, something more."

Jack was broken from his trance to see Cole staring at his cock.

"And it's the damndest thing but...I don't think I minded....i think it was even...well...better."

"Cole...I...Uh..."

Cole took a long swig from his bottle before rolling onto his hands and knees. He crawled the best he could with his pants around his ankles unto he was face to face with Jacks throbbing leaky cock.

" I think I want some more"

"Cole what are you- Fuck!"

Jack was cut off at the sudden wet warmth of his friend's mouth on his cock. He was used to delicate lips gliding around his shaft but this was different. He'd never felt lips this strong or the sensation of a beard brushing against his balls. Every fiber in his body told him this was wrong in some way but hell it felt too damn good to stop. Cole's skills weren't on par with Del, Hell, few people ever would be, but the feverish pace and eagerness of his tongue made it a challenge for Jack not to lose himself. His fingers went up through Cole's dark hair, holding his friend's head as he works him, Cole still very much setting the pace for this sudden lapse in judgement.

"Cole...fuck...what's gotten into you."

Cole was too far gone to respond. Every slurp coaxed more pre into his mouth. The more he tasted the more he wanted. He let his tongue explore every bump, every ridge, every vein of this long virile cock. His lips tingled from the friction of his sucking as he added his hand to the base to stroke it in tandem with his sucking. The older man had no idea what he was doing, his technique mostly coming from what Del had done to him in the past. Still, He was determined to finish what he started.