A Gift (by BettyHT)

Summary:  How do the three Cartwright sons react to the plight of a young woman who needs a Man of Steel?  The issue arises when Joe brings home the ad from The Soiled Dove Society.    Written for the 2017 Bonanza Brand 11th Anniversary R-Rated Story Challenge.

This is a sexually explicit story.  If that offends you in any way, do not continue to the story.

rating = MA  word count = 2130


A Gift

Of course it was Joe who was the one who brought home infamous The Soiled Dove Society ad for the Man of Steel. He thought he was the one too. He cleaned up and got ready to go back to town. He hadn’t told his father the reason, but had shown the ad to both Hoss and Adam who openly teased him about being the Man of Steel. The next morning, a very sour Joe didn’t want to talk about it. It took two days before he admitted that he had failed. His brothers were curious as to what the failure was.

“They’ve got a gal at that house who’s never, you know, had all the pleasure that a man can give. She gives men pleasure, but she’s not had any herself. She goes through the motions, and I guess she knows how to fake it well enough, but she hasn’t had it herself really. The Man of Steel is supposed to stay with her long enough for her to get some for herself. I went as long as I could. I thought I was going to die. It actually began to be painful, and I gave up and let it go. I don’t think she’s got the right stuff.”

“Maybe it’s ’cause you ain’t got enough of the right stuff, little brother.”

“Oh yeah. I suppose you think you could do better.”

“I shur could ifn I was of a mind to try.”

“Oh, so you’re going to chicken out. You say you can, but you’re too chicken to try. At least I had enough backbone to give it a try.”

“Hey, I ain’t no chicken.”

“Oh, so then you’ll do it? Great, they don’t have anyone for tonight. I checked. They didn’t have anyone after me. Several have tried, and no one’s been able to do it.”

Hoss looked at Adam. “You’re being awful durn quiet.”

“It was entertaining to listen to the two of you talk. It was ridiculous but entertaining. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go laugh somewhere where you won’t be too offended.”

The next day, Hoss looked even more dejected than Joe had looked. Ben even asked if he was ill. Claiming he was tired, he got a lecture about going to town on a workday evening. Hoss accepted the lecture and said little. When he talked to his brothers, he was forlorn.

“All I wanted to do was help that sweet little thing, but once I got going and looking down at her and those breasts and I couldn’t stop myself. It was over too soon even ifn it was longer than I think I ever went before by a long shot. I had to apologize to her. Then she made me feel awful. I don’t think she knew she did it, but she said it was all right. She said that’s the way it was with men. I liked to think I was better than most. I guess I ain’t.”

“Perhaps the lady needs to be treated in a different manner than the usual way.”

“Oh, and I suppose you think you know how to do that.”

“Maybe. She sounds like a very sad young lady already giving up on the world in some ways.” What she had said to Hoss had touched Adam’s heart.

“Then why don’t you go do your best. Hoss and I did, so I guess it’s your turn.”

“I think it’s crude to think of it as taking turns. But yes, I do want to help her if I can. I’ll be going to town tonight to answer that ad.” He did, and once he was there, word was out in short order causing quite a few to go to the house to see if he could manage what so many others had failed to do. The question they thought was if he had the stamina to stay with her until she reached her climax. To Adam, that wasn’t the issue. He was an architect. He wanted to know how to build her climax. He was introduced to her, but had already seen her around town many times and admired her from a distance.  They didn’t talk until they were behind closed doors in her bedroom.

She admitted an attraction to him that she had had for some time.  “I’ve wanted to get to know you for a while. I’ve seen you around. I wished we could have met before. I think you might have liked me.”

“I do like you very much, sweetheart, from everything I’ve seen and heard. If I had known that you needed this, I would have been here sooner. Will you let me give you pleasure?”

“Adam, I will, and I hope that you’re the one who can.”

“That’s not a problem. Every time I see you walking down the street, my blood starts to boil, and all I can think about is what’s under your clothing. There’s only one rule tonight.”

“What’s that?” She looked suspicious but Adam gave her his full grin to let her know it was nothing that should make her worry.

“I get to do everything. You don’t do anything. All right?” She looked a bit skeptical but agreed to his condition. “So let me help you remove that robe, and we’ll see about the other garment that seems to be in the way.”

Slowly Adam pushed the robe from her shoulders and favored each inch of skin with a soft lingering kiss as it was freed from its covering moving from the right side to the left until the robe slid down her arms. With her arms at her sides, he used the opportunity to kiss his way across her upper chest from one side to the other not missing any of her exposed flesh. She pressed her breasts up for him, but he only smiled at her. Still covered by her gown, her breasts were in easy reach of his lips, and she knew it would be so easy for him to push that down and out of the way.

“Not yet, my sweet. I have more of you to taste.”

Once he had pushed the robe down to her elbows, he grinned knowing she couldn’t do much so he bent down and lightly nipped the tender flesh of her upper arms where they met her upper chest. She groaned and flinched at the same time from the exquisite torment he was inflicting. Pushing the robe further down her arms, he kissed the inside of her elbows and then the inside of each wrist. He slid the robe down and off her arms then as she reached up to undo the buttons of his shirt and run her fingers through that curly chest hair just slightly moistened from his exertion of carrying her to the bed. Taking her wrists gently in his hands, he shook his head and unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside before undoing his belt and the buttons of his pants. When he pushed his pants down, she saw he wore nothing else.

There was nothing that she wanted to do more then than to touch him but knew he wouldn’t allow it. Instead, he pulled her close again and she could feel his breath on her face as well as feel the rest of him as his hardness pressed against her. Standing like that, he trailed kisses from her lips to her cheeks and forehead and back down to her lips and then her neck moving up to kiss her behind each ear as well. As his lips moved back to kiss her deeply, his hands were roaming lower and removing the straps from her gown sliding them down the same path the robe had followed. Then he kissed his way down her neck and lower as deep sighs rumbled in his chest. She once more moved her breasts up for him to kiss, and as he lowered his head, she grasped the curly dark hair in one fist sure that he would soon feast on her, but he did the same slow routine as he had with the robe and gown kissing his way in a spiral around her breast and then moving to the other without ever touching her nipple which had hardened she was sure into quartz by this time. He moved an arm around her and slowly lowered her to the bed and lay beside her pressing himself against her again and resuming his kissing. When his warm mouth finally closed over one nipple and sucked it into his mouth to be flicked and then rubbed by his tongue, her hips involuntarily lifted from the bed as she tried to push herself closer to him. Conceding a little to her, he began to move his hand in circles on her belly gradually drifting ever so slowly lower as he continued to give attention to her breast.

“Oh, please, kiss my other breast. Please?”

“If that’s what you want, of course I will.”

As he leaned over her to draw the other nipple into his mouth, his hand moved down and began to rub her between her legs drawing the glistening fluid there up and around making her moan. He moved two fingers into actively probing her as his thumb continued to work on making her moan although what he was doing with his mouth on one nipple as his other hand gently pinched the other probably had an impact too. Her hips began to move in rhythm with his probing fingers, and he used his tongue and thumb to mimic those too.

“More, please, more!”

Knowing that the time was right, he moved between her legs rubbing himself on her and then sinking into her deeply as his hands sought her nipples and his mouth closed over hers. His pleasure didn’t matter. Her pleasure was all that mattered this night. He went deep and pressed on her knowing that the stimulation inside and out with his hands on her breast was the best he could do. Her legs wrapped around his hips and began beating a tattoo on his buttocks that told him he had her as close as he could get her. Now she had to let herself go.

“Please, give me that gift. Let me be the one, sweetheart.”

She didn’t know if it was the soft pleading tone, the pulsating hips driving into her, or his hands and lips still working on her, but she did let go. She felt the sensations build and explode in cascades that made her clench her legs around him and try to drive him in deeper and hold him there as she called to the Almighty over and over again. Her back arched and her breasts were there for him to suckle and he did so quite vigorously adding immensely to the sensations she was experiencing.

From the hall, there was a cheer as those, who had waited for well over an hour and had wondered what was happening, could not mistake those calls to the Lord above and then the thank you he received loud and clear after that. Toasts were made and glasses were emptied as they waited for the door to open.

“I suppose you’re going to leave now.”

“Only if you want me to leave.”

“I’d like you to stay. It’s a special night for me, and I’d like you to be here for the rest of it. Perhaps I can repay the favor you did for me. I’m sorry that you had to spend all your time on me and didn’t get your pleasure.”

“Sweetheart, I got immense pleasure. When you pulled me in so deep I wasn’t sure I could pull back out, that was it for me. You were so far gone, you didn’t notice, but I had all the pleasure I could handle too. It was wonderful.”

“Then perhaps we can sleep for a while and see about a repeat performance later?”

“I’m certainly willing.”

In the hall, they gradually drifted away when it became clear that the door wasn’t going to be opened and there would be no general celebration on this night. At least there wouldn’t be one by the crowd in the hallway. In the bed in that room, things were developing quite nicely a few hours later for a much more private celebration.

13 thoughts on “A Gift (by BettyHT)”

  1. OMG! Adam! Every woman’s dream. You steamed my glasses and raised my blood pressure. Good thing for an old girl once in awhile. Please post your old stories. I am sure I would love every one.

    1. Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I’m not sure that the the old stories would be appreciated here if I could find the flash drive on which they’re stored.

    1. Thank you so much for reading. Yes, Adam would know it wasn’t only stamina that was required. Finesse and preparation were keys to success.

    1. If I write any more like this, it would probably be in response to a challenge. I wasn’t going to participate in this challenge but got an idea on Monday and decided to write the story and post it. I’ve got some old ones somewhere that I wrote a few years ago, and frankly, I got bored writing them. If I can find where I filed them, I may post one or two of them in the Library if I read them and decide they’re worth the effort.

  2. Adam needs to share some of his secrets with his brothers methinks. And I agree with Adamsgal, lucky girl!

    good response to the challenge, Betty. Well done!

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