She leaned forward and delivered a smacking kiss to the crown of Ben’s cock, then pushed her lips over it, taking him into her mouth until he threatened to enter her throat. The low-pitched, rumbling groan she heard from above told her that whatever Ben was thinking, it wasn’t about anything she said.

   She understood now why Ben moved so his naked hip was against Dirk’s. It made it easier for her to suck on both of them. Though she suspected her inexperience was obvious, she hoped that enthusiasm and effort would make up for any lack of skill. Though Ella was learning more almost hourly when she was with Dirk and Ben, she was aware these men had infinitely more experience in sexual matters than she did. She was eager to learn the skills they were so enthusiastic to teach her, though they learned those skills with other women. And that was something that didn’t sit well comfortably with Ella.

   She bobbed slowly over Dirk, nibbling gently and erotically with her lips on his rigid penis, loving how she could feel him pulsing, throbbing with life against her tongue. As she sucked on the big Dutchman, her hand was busy with Ben’s saliva-moistened erection, running from the rim of the head of his cock all the way down to the  base of his shaft, then making its way slowly upward once again. Ben flinched when she rubbed the pad of her thumb against his slit, and Ella knew she was tantalizing all the right nerve endings.

   As she took turns pleasing Ben and Dirk, Ella was cognizant that everything she did she was doing for the very first time in her life. She was sailing in uncharted waters, headed for a destination she could hardly fathom, but one that unquestionably frightened her. And yet, despite her fear, she felt compelled to move forward in her journey with a power she could feel but not understand. The only thing she was absolutely certain of was that these men—her men—would see to it that when the evening’s passion was concluded and the journey had come to an end with final orgasmic spasm, and the last keening cry of ecstasy had echoed through the prairie night, she would have climaxed repeatedly. There wouldn’t be a single nerve in her body that hadn’t been stimulated, nor one that remained unsatisfied.

   “That goddamned mouth of yours,” Dirk groaned, pushing his fingers into Ella’s blonde tresses, “is hot enough to make a man melt.”

   Ella nibbled slowly down the pulsing shaft of his cock, tried briefly to take him deeper than she had previously. She stopped her efforts when she sputtered, nearly choking. Resuming, she sucked on Dirk, Ben reached beneath her body to squeeze her nearest breast, his fingers pressing deep into the low hanging mound. When he pinched her nipple, Ella moaned loudly, letting him know she loved his firm, commanding caresses.

   It had always been an arguable point whether Dirk was more impatient than Ben or vice versa. This question was answered when Dirk, despite having his cock buried as deeply into Ella’s mouth as was physically possible, grabbed her by the hair and jerked her head up with such force that she cried out sharply as several golden blonde strands were pulled from her scalp.

   “That’s not enough!” His voice was a low growl, raw and agonized, his hunger for Ella frighteningly real. “I need you! All of you! Your heart, your soul, and that goddamned sweet pussy!”

   Ella put forward no resistance. Even if she made some effort to defend herself, there was nothing that she could have done to thwart her muscular lover’s ardent demands. He was both unstoppable and insatiable.

   Ella was on her knees at one moment, holding Ben’s cock in one hand while she lavished Dirk’s erection with the pleasures she could provide with her lips and tongue. In the next moment, she was on her back in the grass by the campfire with Dirk’s broad, heavily muscled chest compressing the mounds of her breasts. His hands were everywhere.

   She felt the plump, conical head of his erection searching for the entrance to her feminine temple. A moment later, when the head of Dirk’s heated arousal pressed against the moist lips of her cunt, Ella squeezed her eyes tightly shut because she knew what was about to happen. She’d been through this before with Dirk, and the initial experience literally stole the breath from her lungs.

   Raw lust stripped the big Dutchman of all his sophistication, all his savoir faire. Only Ella’s intense arousal, with its concomitant lubrication, prevented her from being hurt when she was impaled by the big man’s penetrating thrust.

   “Dirk!” Ella cried out as she felt herself being forced to expand to accept his masculinity. “Big! You’re just so big!” She raised her legs, whipping them around his thighs as her arms locked around his neck. She felt the full length of his arousal filling her, pulsing deep within her, connecting the two of them in a way that was shockingly intimate. “Wait!” She stroked his hair, her breath coming in uneven little gulps. “Just wait a moment.” She kissed his cheek and was intensely aware of his impatience, his feverish desire to pummel her, to possess her, to drive into her again and again until his ungovernable lust was sated. In a whisper she added, “I love the way you love me, but I’m not unbreakable.” She felt him tense up and sensed the apology he was about to give for the raw lust she inspired. It was the apology she did not want to hear. Reacting swiftly, she bit his earlobe hard enough to cause pain, and then saucily declared, “But I’m not delicate china. Fuck me, Dirk. Fuck me like you love me.”

   Ella knew she was playing with fire by challenging Dirk in such a manner. Playing with the inferno that was Dirk’s libido meant there was more than an even chance she would get burned. So it wasn’t altogether surprising for Ella when, not much later, she wondered whether or not her skin wouldn’t suddenly burst into flame. Every nerve in her body seemed hypersensitive, capable of eking out the most minute sensation from everything Dirk was doing to her. His body was above her, crushing her to the ground as his torso churned, driving his cock hard and deep into her.

   Ella’s climax hit her with almost savage intensity. She had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her lips close to his ear, as she screamed of her orgasmic release, the sound released as a warbling cry, coming out only between bone-jarring thrusts.

   She expected Dirk to withdraw from her embrace, groan with satisfaction, and then deluge her with his sperm. That’s what he’d done in the past, but the man was nothing if not surprising, especially in matters sexual. Rather than continuing to make love to her tingling pussy until he reached his own orgasmic level of satisfaction, Dirk pulled his legs up beneath him and, sitting on his haunches, his slipped his arms beneath Ella’s legs.

   “I love feeling your pussy contract around me when you come,” he said. Perspiration now beaded on his forehead and trickled down his cheeks from his temples. He positioned Ella’s legs so that the backs of her knees were in the crook of his arms and began gently but commandingly moving her to and fro, sliding her along the length of his cock. “But you damn near broke my ear drum with that scream.”

   Had Ella not been luxuriating in post-orgasmic lassitude, she might have been able to come up with some sort of snappy rejoinder to her lover’s teasing. As it was, with Dirk lifting her hips off the ground with casual ease as he moved her slowly back and forth, letting her glide along his erection, Ella experienced an unprecedented sensation of being almost petite. She was by no credible measure a small woman, but when Dirk held her, his great strength made her feel small, delicate, distinctly feminine, and entirely overwhelmed.

   “Move aside, my friend,” Ben said, patting Dirk on the shoulder. “Her next orgasm is mine to provide.”