After The Battle - Hunter's Choice

Owen sat down on the bed and set Hunter down next to him, while Logan and Justice leaned against the wall.

“So,” Hunter asked, “how do we do this? One at a time, draw straws? I’ve never been with more than one guy at a time.”

The guys looked at each other, just as unsure as Hunter.

“Well, I have an idea,” Logan said with a grin, pulling a spare bandana out of his pocket. “I know you don’t wanna choose, princess, but I think you oughta.”

“What did you have in mind?” she asked.

“Gonna blindfold you, then we’ll strip, and without lookin’ you get to pick who goes where. Three cocks, three holes, how’s that sound?”

“Three ho… Light, Logan, I ain’t done that in years!” Hunter gasped when she realised what he meant.

“Don’t need to be all at once, or even all tonight,” Justice said, “not if you ain’t ready, but trust me, it’ll be worth it. We all know what we're doin’ to make it feel good.”

Hunter raised her brows. She’d always had suspicions that Justice and Owen weren’t wholly platonic, maybe Justice and Logan, too, but this was the first any of them had confirmed it.

“Do I get a show an’ tell?” she asked.

“Can be arranged,” Logan replied, “but only if you let me blindfold you and play along for now?”

“Deal.”

Logan tied the bandana round her eyes, checking it was both comfortable and effective. Without being able to see them Hunter found that her other senses were heightened. She sat back and listened to the sound of clothes dropping around her, and footsteps approaching. She could smell alcohol and tobacco smoke, which was to be expected after they’d spent the evening in the saloon, but as they approached she could also detect traces of soap and cologne, and that extra something that made them each smell like, well, them.

Someone took her hand and briefly placed it on each of them, to show where they were.

Smart guys, Hunter realised. If they speak, I can identify them!

She started with the cock immediately in front of her, checking it for length and girth so she had a baseline to compare the others to.

Whoever it belonged to, it was a good length and she could just about get her hand round it. It also had a pleasing curve to it.

Next, on her left, the cock was a little shorter, but a lot thicker. The veins were more pronounced, too. She immediately ruled that one out for her ass, at least for now.

The one on her right was around the same length as the first, but a little slimmer, although not by much. If she was taking one in her ass tonight, she’d prefer that. And if, as Logan implied, they were all going to try at once, well, the thicker one could go for her mouth and the middle one for her pussy.

Decision made, she had the idea to string things out a bit longer and maybe try and figure out who was who.

Returning back to the one on the left, she grasped him in both hands, and leaned forward to lick the drop of cum from the top. Hands grabbed her head to move it back, but she shook her head and grinned. “You only said I couldn’t look. I have four other senses I plan to make full use of to make this choice.”

Hands dropped to her shoulders. No rings, Hunter realised, that probably rules out Owen, then.

She took the head of the cock into her mouth and swallowed as far down as she could. At the same time, she slid her hands round his hips and grabbed a tight, muscular ass.

She repeated the actions on the other two. One thing she noticed was that while all of them were well muscled - Light, she could have told them that with their clothes on - the middle ass was ever so slightly softer. She’d be willing to bet that was Owen, since the difference in the physicality of their jobs would impact the muscles they built. Logan and Justice spent a lot more time riding than Owen did which would explain that difference. She also thought she recognised that mix of cologne and something else that was uniquely Owen.

Smiling happily, Hunter went back to the start, to try and figure out which was Logan and which was Justice.

This time she ran her hands upwards towards their chests. All of them had a decent amount of hair covering defined pecs and abs. Number one generally felt broader, while number three was a little leaner. Number three’s hair also felt coarse and more tightly curled than either of the other two. If Owen was in the middle, and the thickness of the hair seemed to match what peeked over the collar of his shirt, then that would place Logan as one and Justice as three. If she was right.

Hunter sat back. “Okay, guys, so I have made my choices. I also think I know who’s who, so I want an extra prize if I’m right.”

Again, they remained silent, only their breathing reassuring her she wasn’t alone.

“Number one, Logan, you get my mouth,” she said, touching him as she spoke.

“Number two, Owen, you get my pussy.

“Number three, Justice, you get my ass. Maybe not tonight, but you’ll be first when it happens.”

She pulled off the bandana to see the three of them staring at her in surprise - and in the correct order that she’d called out.

“You sure you couldn’t see through that?” Logan asked.

“Totally. You’re all different enough that it was easy enough to figure, least once I started thinkin’ past your dicks.”

“Darlin’ that’s all you're gonna be thinkin’ about for the rest of the night,” Justice told her with a grin.

“So, Princess,” Logan drawled, “reckon you’ve got too much clothes on now, whatcha plannin’ on doin’ bout that?”

Hunter looked round at the three of them in all their naked glory, and sighed. Each of them alone was a sight to behold, but seeing them together, she was light-blessed. She also realised the differences in size she’d noted while blindfolded appeared less pronounced when she could see them.

“Hmm, let’s see what I can do about that, then,” Hunter said with a grin. She stood up and they stepped back to give her space, all three watching her closely.

Taking a deep breath, Hunter reached up behind her neck and untied the fastening on her dress. One simple bow was all that had been holding it in place all night. Letting the ties drop, her dress slid down her body and pooled at her feet, leaving her wearing nothing but a scrap of matching lace that claimed to be panties.

Owen was the first to come to his senses, dropping to his knees in front of her, and hooking his fingers into the elastic at her hips.

“May I?” he asked, gazing up at her.

Hunter nodded, and Owen slowly pulled her panties down, so she could step out of them. He pressed a kiss to the top of each thigh, before burying his face against her curls.

“Mine,” he growled, running a finger along her slit, opening her up to him. Hunter gasped as he brushed over her clit, before pressing a finger against her opening.

He guided her backwards against the bed, lying her down and spreading her legs wide.

Hunter felt the bed dip at either side of her, as Logan and Justice settled next to her. Owen knelt between her legs, and pulled her forward so her ass was at the edge of the bed. He draped her legs over his shoulders, holding her wide open to him.

The three men moved as one. Logan captured her lips, invading her mouth with his tongue. Justice drew one nipple then the other into his mouth, sucking each to a hard peak, rolling and pinching the other one. Owen feasted on her as if he was starving, working from her clit to her asshole and back again. He slid a finger inside her, causing her to buck her hips upwards.

“Steady, darlin’” Owen soothed, rubbing a hand along her thighs.

“Did that feel good, princess?” Logan asked, drawing back. Hunter nodded, she didn’t trust herself to speak at that moment.

“Reckon she liked it, Owen, you can keep goin’” Logan said. Instead of returning to her lips, he helped Hunter sit forward slightly, and moved behind her, bracing her back against his chest. Burying his face in her neck, kissing and nibbling along her shoulder, he brought his hand up to take over from Justice, her breast fitting wholly in his hand. Justice took over the kisses, teasing and drawing her out.

Last time she had kissed these two, Hunter realised, was in the middle of the battle. While both had been enjoyable in their own way, they paled in comparison to now. Now she could relax, enjoy the press of bodies against her, appreciate the different tastes and textures, safe in the knowledge that they had no rush.

Owen added a second finger, stretching her out and curling his fingers against that spongy area on her inner wall. He fucked her slowly with his fingers while sucking on her clit. One final push coincided with both Logan and Justice each pinching a nipple, and Hunter exploded.

As she felt herself come back down to earth, Logan pulled her gently onto his lap. Justice curled up with his head in her lap. Hunter’s hand went down to his head, unfastening the tie holding back his locs, and running her fingers through them. She reached her other hand behind her to cup the back of Logan’s neck. As she ran her fingers upwards, she realised that the tie in his hair had long since disappeared. She sighed in contentment, lying between them.

Owen walked into the room. When did he even leave? left, Hunter thought, with several bottles of sandberry juice.

“Looked like you could use it,” he said, handing her one of them. “I reckon we’re going to be in for a long night!”