Bred by Her Cowboy

  Bred by Her Cowboy

  Jillian Cumming

  Lily had no warning when the men came. They showed up wearing bandanas under their broad-brimmed hats. Three of them, all with shiny silver Colt revolvers. They could have taken everything. They could have killed her entire family.

  But the men didn't. They'd burst in through the rickety front door that her Pa had never got around to repairing. They held her brother and Pa at gunpoint in the corner while one of them went right to her small bedroom and found her cowering under the bed.

  Lily felt some amount of embarrassment for herself as she bumped along in the darkened stagecoach. All the windows were covered, but from the way the wheels bounced around, she knew they had to be on some old path.

  She cursed herself silently. You're a woman grown, and you hid under your bed like you were some sort of little girl.

  They hadn't even allowed her to change out of her nightgown into something more suitable. The first couple hours, while it was still dark and cold out, had been awfully chilly.

  Somehow, the fact that they hadn't bothered with any good old fashioned robbery made her even more frightened of them.

  What are they gonna do with me? She thought then of the small stack of books she kept hidden in her closet. They were all about one thing: women getting kidnapped.

  She swallowed. She knew what was going to happen. This trio of brigands was going to take her to their lair. They'd be rough men, with a few days of hair on their faces and dirt under their nails. She squirmed on the bench, her body suddenly hot.

  Then they'd take from her what they wanted. Would they all go at once? Or would they be all organized-like and take turns having a go at her fresh, young body?

  Lily swallowed. No man had taken what he wanted from her yet. She squeezed her thighs together.

  Sometimes, late at night when she knew her family slept, she imagined what it would be like. It made her get wet between the legs to think about while lying in her bed. Once, she'd dared to slip a finger down between her lower lips. She'd found something stiff there: a little button on her body that sent shocks of pure pleasure through her at the slightest brushing touch.

  She'd stopped when she heard someone rousing in another bed.

  Her cheeks flushed as she thought about the men. She hadn't seen them very well. But they'd all been big, with deep chests and broad shoulders.

  Were they big in their trousers, too? A voice in her mind hoped they were. Something told her it was better, the bigger the man was in his trousers.

  "Hyaa!" The brigand driving the coach yelled.

  She heard the crack of the rains. Lily had to grab the bench to keep from falling over as they lurched to greater speed.

  It was dangerous to drive a coach that fast. Something had to be wrong out there.

  Someone swore outside. Her ears burned as she recognized the word.

  Lily jerked at the shot of a gun. Shafts of light suddenly appeared over the bench across from her. The bullet had punched holes in both sides of the coach.

  More guns fired. Lily screamed, hunkering down on the floor of the carriage with her hands over her head. The bullets poked more holes in the carriage. A horse screamed in agony, its voice far too close to human for Lily's sensibilities.

  Something big and heavy thunked down on the coach's roof. It bulged in slightly.

  She realized it was the driver. He bellowed after another round of gunfire. Then he rolled off the roof, the indentation shifting with his body.

  The coach jerked to a halt. Horses whinnied outside, but otherwise all was silent. It took Lily a few moments to work up the courage to take her hands off her head. She went onto her hands and knees, not caring about how that stuck her bottom into the air. Trying to hold her breath, she pressed her face against one of the holes made by a bullet.

  Her eye widened. One of the masked bandits remained. He and a new man in a long brown duster and eyes so blue she could make them out from the coach squared off with each other.

  They'd both dismounted, and were sizing each other up. The bandit's fingers curled and uncurled an inch or so from the grip of his holstered Colt. The new cowboy seemed calm as stone.

  "You killed ma boys," the bandit spat.

  The cowboy nodded matter-of-factly. Watching him made Lily's mouth go dry. That wetness that came when she thought about men and what they did to women filled her sex, threatened to drip out onto her thighs. She had to resist the urge to hike up her nightgown and touch herself.

  "Your boys were scum, and they died like it, too," the cowboy said.

  "You bastard!" The bandit screamed.

  The bandit was fast. So fast that Lily barely registered how quickly his hand grabbed out his revolver from its old leather holster and thumbed the hammer back.

  But the cowboy was faster. The report of his pistol filled the land before the bandit could bring his gun to bear.

  Smoke curled from the barrel of the cowboy's pistol as the bandit keeled over. He shuddered on the ground for a moment, then lay perfectly still.

  The cowboy emptied the spent casings from his gun onto the ground, and began reloading the drum of the pistol with fresh bullets from his belt.

  "You can come on out now, miss. I ain't gonna hurt ya."

  Lily found herself shaking as she reached up to grasp the latch. She pushed the door open, squinting at the sudden brightness that flooded the compartment.

  She tried to get out. Then her eyes fell on the man the cowboy had just shot. There was blood. So much blood. Her sense of balance left her, and she began keeling over.

  Then his arms were around her, holding her up.

  "Whoa there, miss. Go slowly. No rush, here. Name's Wyatt."

  She put her hands at the back of his neck to hold herself up. His arms felt so hot and hard around her body. They felt like arms that could crush the life from her with little effort. But at that moment, they held her up with a shocking gentility.

  Able to open her eyes again, she saw how close their faces were. The bit of stubble on his face looked good. The wetness between her legs increased as an incredible shudder shot up her back. All she could think about was what Wyatt had hidden in his trousers.

  "Luh... Lily... Thank you so much for savin' me, sir," she said.

  She knew how much she had to be blushing. Again, she felt like a little girl who'd just read her first romance.

  "Your family went and told the sheriff right away. His deputy came out and asked me to keep an eye out for you. When I saw how the windows were covered on the coach, I knew right away. Now, why don't you hop on my horse and we'll get you back home?"

  He began straightening, but stopped when she didn't let go. He looked into her eyes.

  "There somethin' the matter, Miss Lily?" Wyatt asked.

  "I... I wish there was some way I could repay you for savin' me..." Lily said. She glanced down at his lips, then back into his eyes.

  He watched as she licked her lips. His arms tightened around her for a moment. He glanced around, then looked back to her.

  Fear and worry boiled in her stomach. She thought he was going to insist on taking her home right away. There was such heat between her legs, and her whole body felt electrified.

  One of his hands moved up from her back. He held the back of her head. A moment later, he leaned in close and kissed her. Her fingers moved up to his hair, knocking his hat from his head. Warm waves seemed to pulse from her lips down into the rest of her body as their mouths pressed together.

  Then she felt his tongue poke into her mouth. Their kiss deepened. Still holding her up, his other hand moved down her back to cup her bottom. He squeezed her hard. The strength of his grip made her moan.

  Her hips started grinding again
st him almost of their own volition.

  Then he picked her up and carried her into the carriage. He sat her down on his lap, facing him. The front of her trousers bulged with the hard thing he kept hidden in there. She rubbed her sex against that bulge, wishing there were no clothes between them. Her wetness dripped out of her.

  "You been with a man before?" Wyatt asked, pulling her head back so he could kiss her throat. His kisses were scratchy, but she liked the mix of sensations it brought up in her.

  "No, never. But I want it. I want it so bad sometimes. Just thinking about it makes me all hot. It makes me all wet between my legs..."

  His bulge throbbed against her as he listened. Unable to hold himself back, he grabbed the bottom of her nightgown and pulled it up over her head. She sat on his lap in nothing but her shift. Lily unbuttoned his shirt, putting her hands on his bare chest even as her hips gyrated on him, making her sex wetter and his bulge harder.

  She felt the walls of her passage swell and throb, and she could think of nothing but her desire to feel that hard shaft of his sliding inside her, getting wet and glistening with her juices.

  Wyatt's hot kisses made their way down her neck. His stubble scratched at her soft, pearly flesh, leaving it a hot red. His lips found their way between the twin swells of her breasts. His hands moved up her bare stomach. She sucked in a breath, letting her mouth fall open, as he squeezed the firm flesh of her breasts.

  Her nipples responded to his touch, stiffening. When he noticed, he pinched at them.

  His hands felt so hot as he slid his fingers under her shift. He let his fingertips run along around her nipples, sending little sparks through her body.

  Then he pulled her shift off, and replaced his fingertips with his lips. He sucked on each nipple until they both turned a bright red.

  So much wetness had leaked out of her by then that she'd soaked the layer of cloth covering her sex.

  Wyatt continued massaging one of her breasts, while sucking on the other. He moved his free hand down her stomach, letting his fingertips trail along her body, exciting her skin to pebble with gooseflesh. His tongue kept wrapping itself around her nipple. His mouth felt so hot.

  She moaned when his fingers slipped beneath her undergarment, finding her lower lips sopping and warm for him. His body shivered under hers as he ran a finger into the soaking slit between those lips.

  "Wyatt!" Lily screamed, pulling his mouth harder against her breast as he pushed a finger up into her and began rubbing. He pushed it up until it bumped against her maidenhead. He played with that thin layer that marked her innocence, testing it with his fingertip, pushing at it until it almost broke.

  Lily continued moaning his name. She wanted so badly for him just to break it, to make a real woman out of her. She'd gotten so wet around his finger that she could hear her wetness as he pleasured her.

  He worshipped her body, trying to feel all of it. When he finished squeezing her breast, he cupped her by the bottom again, pushing his fingers under her undergarments to caress her bare cheek.

  "Take me," she begged him, "Take my body. I need it so bad, Wyatt..."

  "Get down onto your knees," he said, stroking at Lily's face. His own face had flushed with blood, and he panted as though out of breath.

  Lily did as she was told. Wyatt undid his trousers, putting his gun belt onto the floor of the carriage beside her with a clunk.

  Then he pulled out his manhood. Her eyes grew wide. It was so long and thick, much bigger than she'd even imagined back home in bed. The flesh of the purple head was so taut that she could see her reflection in it. A small, pearly bead of liquid formed at the very tip of it as his manhood trembled. She looked a question at him.

  "Grab hold of it," he said.

  She wrapped both hands around his shaft. He groaned at her touch. She felt another shiver shoot up her back as she felt his manhood throb hotly in his grip. Even holding it like she was, more than half of it remained untouched. Experimentally, she pulled down. She gasped as the skin pulled down on the hard shaft and Wyatt moaned.

  "Put your mouth on it and suck," Wyatt said.

  He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward, but she needed no coaxing. She had to open her mouth until her jaw ached to fit that big head between her lips. Will this fit in me? She wondered. Her tongue touched the bead of liquid. It tasted salty. She licked it off.

  Wyatt's hips jerked, driving his member deeper into her mouth. Her lips stretched around it. Saliva kept squirting into her mouth, and she laved it onto his pulsing shaft with her tongue.

  He seemed to like her mouth so much. So she pushed it as far down as she could. The head hit the back of her throat, so she gargled for a moment. Wyatt rubbed at his face, and she felt him swell up even bigger and harder.

  She kept sliding her mouth up and down him. Soon, trails of her saliva made their way down his shaft onto her fingers.

  "Enough of that, woman," Wyatt said.

  He got her to stand up. Leaning forward on his seat, he grabbed her undergarment and pulled it down her legs. She stepped out of it, completely naked before him. He slipped a finger between her thighs, rubbing at her wetness for a few moments as he looked up into her face. She had to put her hands on his broad shoulders as her knees threatened to buckle under her at the sparks and shocks of pleasure his fingers excited from her sex.

  When he pulled his finger out, it was slicked with her juices. She blushed, hoping he liked it. His cock trembled as he put his finger in his mouth and licked the juices off.

  "Turn around," he said.

  She did. She jumped a little when he grabbed her by the hips. He put his knees together, then spread her legs apart so that they arched over his legs.

  "Sit down," he said, pulling on her for emphasis.

  He held her firmly, making sure she didn't fall. It was a wonder to her that she didn't. She trembled and shook so much in anticipation. More of her juices ran out of her, getting her thighs slick.

  She let out a little wordless yelp as the head of his shaft bumped against her entrance. She'd gotten so wet that, even though he was so thick, he slipped right into her tightness.

  Lily moaned as she felt her passage stretch out around him, as her lower lips opened wide to accept him.

  It took only a moment for her to sink down enough that he touched her maidenhead. She felt it stretch, going taut against the head. He grunted, then pulled down on her hips

  She screamed as her innocence broke around his hardness. Her whole body quivered as she sank down on him, sheathing his thick, throbbing manhood in her moist flesh.

  Soon, he shifted his hands down lower so that he held onto her bottom. Before she could sink all the way down onto him, he stopped her. Her back arched as she put her head on his shoulder.

  "You're so big and hot in me... Is it too tight?" She asked. She felt so good, she didn't want anything to go wrong. She didn't want him to stop.

  His shaft flexed in her when she said "tight."

  "No, it's good." Then he stopped talking.

  She moaned in complaint as he started lifting her back up off him, thinking it was over. Then he stopped, letting her fall back down on his manhood. He was so big and hard that it hurt a little as she stretched around him all over again, but it also felt better than anything she'd ever experienced before.

  The carriage rocked as he lifted her up his sopping shaft and dropped her back down onto it over and over.

  She put her hands on his hips, helping him by pushing herself up his length faster.

  Something started inside her. She felt her walls begin closing around him, getting tighter. They couldn't go quite as fast as they had been, she squeezed around him so hard.

  He got stiffer in return. She remembered then how, at the peak of their pleasure, a man spilled his seed in the woman. She moaned as she thought of Wyatt filling her with his hot seed. She wanted it so much.

  Lily pounded down onto Wyatt as hard and fast as she could, trying to give him enough p
leasure with her body to make him fill her up.

  "Oh, Lily..." Wyatt groaned.

  His fingers tightened, squeezing at her bottom until it hurt. She didn't care. She felt him getting harder and hotter in her as she squeezed him. He had to be close.

  "I... I want it, Wyatt. Give it to me; fill me up with your seed," she moaned.

  Wyatt threw his head back, a snarl twisting his handsome face. At first, she thought she'd hurt him, or that she wasn't doing it right. Then she yelped as he started flexing inside her. Something hot and wet kept spurting from his manhood. It came out of him so fast and hard that she could feel it splashing against the back of her sex.

  The feeling woke something primal in her. She buried his length in her, gyrating her hips against him, milking his seed out of him. Her lips pursed out, and she screamed as her body shuddered. Her toes curled, and her fingers dug into Wyatt's thighs.

  She didn't know what was happening, was beyond even considering. The most intense pleasure of her life flooded her body in hot waves, again and again. Her sex kept closing up around Wyatt and relaxing, over and over. It seemed to go on for ages.

  It felt so intense that she began to think she might faint. She thought she might be screaming his name, but she couldn't be certain.

  Then the feeling ebbed, and she collapsed on him. She felt little beads of sweat rolling down her naked body. Wyatt's manhood jumped in her a few more times, then settled as well.

  After a time of them sitting there, he began softening in her. He kissed her on the neck, then had her stand. She grabbed her smallclothes and pulled them back on, relishing the heat of his seed in her. She felt like a real woman. It felt good.

  Wyatt caught his breath, rubbing at the stubble on his chin and watching her. Then he, too got dressed.

  She felt sore down there as she rode behind him on his horse. But it had been worth it. It was a good ache.

  Even getting home to her family couldn't make her forget, or drive it from her mind. Wyatt shook hands with her father and brother. He tipped his hat at her. When the others weren't looked, he sent her a wink. It sent a shiver up her back, and that now-familiar heat returned between her legs.