Page 35 of Sure as Shooting

Belle’s jaw had dropped so far she seemed to be drooling idiotically. She unbuttoned Huntley’s shirt, exposing his athletic chest to the freezing air. Tossing her bear robe from her shoulders, she plastered her torso to Huntley’s and kissed him voraciously, muttering things Whit couldn’t hear. Huntley remained in his submissive posture even when Belle bared her own tits to the frigid breezes, squiggling her small, well-formed breasts in a shuddering shoulder dance, such as Whit had seen performed in Paris. Her hand joined Huntley’s at the back of his neck as she kissed him insistently with large sucking sounds. She lifted her skirt so she could trap his prick between her thighs, writhing like a nautch girl to stimulate Huntley’s penis even further.

Whit took this opportunity to nudge the first inch of his bursting glans into the snug hole. Spitting into his hand, he corkscrewed it around the remaining length of his cock. He waggled Huntley’s prick between Belle’s thighs and demanded, “Miss Belle! Are you so selfish you don’t wish to pleasure Major Ashbury?”

Belle looked over Huntley’s shoulder, all wide eyes and false innocence. “Oh, no, Whit! We certainly can’t have that at all, now, can we?”

He grinned back at her devilish face. “Then I suggest you get down on your hands and knees and give him some release.”

A fresh smile lit up her face, and she was down on all fours. Had she done this before? She seemed to need no instruction. Whit nudged his cock a couple inches further into Huntley’s tight bum as Huntley grunted like an aborigine, swiveling his hips to indicate his acceptance and pleasure at Whit’s penetration.

“You like this, don’t you?” he snarled in Huntley’s ear. “You like being fucked by a debased red man.”

Huntley blurted, “By Saint Michael!” and swiveled his hips even more alluringly.

Whit slapped his cock several more times, his fingertips brushing the braids at Belle’s skull as she lapped away at Huntley’s balls. Listening to her devouring his laden balls like a wolf at a kill brought Whit nearly to the brink of orgasm, and he had to still himself, buried deep inside his friend’s heated channel. Smacking the delicious ass some more, he taunted Huntley, “Tell me you like this. You like being fucked by a red man.” He chewed on Huntley’s earlobe and lewdly tweaked his nipple.

Huntley chuckled with a barely restrained mania. “I…like it.”

“Say it louder. You like it!”

“I like it!” Huntley bellowed, his head lolling back against Whit’s chest. “Fuck me, you red bastard! Ah!”

Whit peeked over Huntley’s shoulder only to see Belle crouched on the ground with a handful of snow in her hand. She peered angelically up at the two men hovering over her. She was no angel, however—she was eating the snow to wet her mouth, then inhaling Huntley’s erect penis into her mouth!

Whit had to chuckle at such a heartless stunt, performed by such an innocent child of nature. Huntley’s entire body tensed and shuddered at the assault, and he even slapped a hand to the back of Belle’s neck—to rouse her to speed up her pace, Whit saw. Whit took this opportunity to seat himself deeper inside Huntley’s ass, paddling the delectable haunch even more ferociously and while the mountain man bucked and snorted under such an onslaught.

It was one thing to screw nan-boys whom one was paying in coin, but Whit had never had his cock inside one he desired on every level. He was fucking the King of the Tulareños, of whom people sang:

Hunt Ashbury was a frontier man

Pioneer, trapper, guide.

With pretty squaws, it was his plan

To take ’em for a bride.

This was no simple nan-boy. Whit was losing his heart to this arrogant, tough, and tender Rocky Mountain man, all because Hunt had allowed himself to become vulnerable, to allow Whit into his own body and heart. “That’s it, Huntley. Let Belle suck all the jism from you. I’m about to explode inside your savory ass.”

Before he could even finish the sentence, Whit did explode. He plunged into an unconscious state where all was sensation, the exquisite eruption roiling up the length of his cock, capturing and holding a gasp in his lungs while he shivered and shuddered into his friend, pinching Huntley’s stiff nipple between his fingers.

When he could breathe and take in more of his surroundings, he saw Belle struggling to gulp down Huntley’s load, and Huntley’s ass contracted spasmodically around his cock.

“That’s right, Hunt,” he soothed. “Spew into her pretty little mouth. Good. Good.” Reaching down, he lightly massaged the balls while petting poor Belle’s disarrayed hair. He chuckled. “But don’t choke her now. Let her breathe.”

Indeed, poor Belle sat back on her heels, spitting and choking. As Whit slid out of his partner, both men collapsed onto their heels as well, weak hands splayed on their knees.

Belle wiped her nose with the back of her hand. Gulping heavily, she was finally able to cry, “It’s coming out my nose!”

Both men laughed, relaxed and at ease.

Whit pointed at her. “You can’t try and swallow too much at once, or that happens.” He pulled a handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket and handed it to her.

She blew into the rag. “I wish someone would’ve told me!”

Whit nodded with the education that came from experience. “It’s one of those things you have to learn the hard way.”