Green Broke Woman

by Zoey Marcel

  “What about the bees?”

  “I'll shoot them if they bother you.”

  She giggled. “What if they're on me?”

  He grinned. “Well then, I'll be looking at other options.” His face became serious. “Are you okay with having your wrists bound?”

  She chewed lightly on her bottom lip. “I think so, as long as I can see you and you promise to untie me if I ask you to.”

  He nodded and unzipped the bag, pulling out a coil of rope. “You have my word.”

  She swallowed down her apprehension and nodded. “Okay then, but you can't use your mouth on me down there.”

  He looked sad. “You don't like oral sex?”

  She squirmed and twiddled her fingers. “I used to, but now it makes me feel sick.”

  He glanced down at the lush green grass before looking up at her again with a note of caring. “We'll have to change that, but not right now.”

  She watched him swing the rope up from the branch and secure it at a lower point before binding her wrists above her head with the other end, making sure the rope was taut. He folded the towel and tossed it on top of the bag.

  “Too tight?”

  “No, it feels fine.”

  He pulled out a tube of lubricant and then smeared the cold jelly all over her folds.

  “Brr.”

  The cool lube made her shiver, but there was something utterly sinful and delicious about being nude outdoors in broad daylight. She hoped he didn't have a look at her backside. Her breasts were nice, and with her arms tied above her head it made her waist look smaller.

  Jake smiled as he massaged the lube up into her vagina, watching her face closely.

  “It's just me, Kayla. You got nothing to worry about.” His soothing voice helped her relax some. He recapped the tube and put it back in the bag, bringing a bullet vibrator back with him. “This is what's gonna get you off. I don't even have to touch you, unless you want me to.”

  Kayla gulped and nodded, relaxing her inner walls as she accepted the toy into her body. “Did Travis tell you about my ... that test I took?”

  Jake nodded. “Yeah, he told me. Look at me, Kayla. You got nothing to be embarrassed about. He said the results were negative.”

  “The second time,” she replied glumly.

  “The first results were obviously a mistake.”

  Her eyes watered. “But what if they weren't? What if—ah!”

  A slight buzzing commenced from within as he flipped the vibe on with the small remote in his hand. A naughty half grin decorated his face. “Everything is gonna be all right, Kayla. We won't let anything happen to you.”

  “But it's not up to you,” she protested, trying to concentrate when he flipped the vibrator up a notch. That little purple bastard was having a real field day in her pussy, and her wanton cunt didn't seem to give a damn about much else right now.

  “It is up to us,” he countered, standing a few feet from her. “You're our woman, and we waited seven years for you. Time and distance couldn't destroy our feelings for you. Do you really think some mixed up test results are gonna do the trick?”

  The erotic palpitations made love to her pussy, causing her own natural fluid to mingle with the warming jelly. Her tone sounded uneven as she sought to contradict the dark cowboy who seemed as overly enthusiastic about her outcome as his oldest brother had.

  “Look, it's really sweet that you guys are so Candy Land optimistic, but some of us live in the real world where crap happens and—” She jolted when the toy vibrated harder, making her vagina heat with moisture.

  Jake looked stern as he stepped closer and cradled her chin. “What happened to you wasn't the real world, Kayla, or not how it should be anyway. It was hell, and it was wrong. What we want to give you isn't Candy Land. It's real, and it's what you deserve.”

  Her chest felt heavy and achy. “You guys have a twisted view of what I deserve.”

  “You're the one with the twisted views. We know exactly what you need, and we're gonna give it to you.”

  She tensed and peered over her shoulder when he walked behind her. “What are you doing?”

  “Relax, baby. I'm just taking in what's mine.”

  “Yeah, about that, how about you don't?”

  He chuckled and ran his work-roughened hand down her spine, making her jump. “I'm gonna see every part of your body, Kayla. It's mine to look at.”

  “Not necessarily.”

  “Oh, it is. You let me take your towel off and see the front of you.”

  “That's because the front of me looks the best, except for my—Jake!” She squealed and danced on her toes when he gripped her buttocks and spread them.

  “Calm down, baby.” He let go and swatted her ass when she wouldn't stop moving. When she settled down, he divided her butt cheeks with the remote still in his left hand. “Now that's an asshole.”

  “Oh my God, what's wrong with you?” Her face flushed with heat. Good lord, if Travis had been too much this morning, how the hell was she supposed to handle raunchy Jake?

  “Not a thing,” he replied, sounding thoroughly amused.

  “I doubt that.”

  He laughed.

  She shrieked when the pad of his finger traced the rim of her anus.

  His eyes lifted to her nervous glance over her shoulder. “Too much?”

  She gave him a meek smile. “Yeah, just come back to the front of me and stop being a pervert.”

  His eyes twinkled with lewd mischief as he walked back around to the front of her again. “I'm back, baby, but I'll never stop being a pervert. You know that.”

  She grinned. “Yeah, that's probably true.”

  The humor became prodding seriousness as he studied her face. “Did that asshole Beck ever take you back there? Don't look away. Just answer me honestly.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Have you ever fucked someone because you wanted to, or was being forced your only experience?”

  She shook her head, trying not to hurt over the memory of Master Hugh leaving her. God, she missed him so much. “No. There was someone a long time ago.”

  Jake tensed, and his face darkened with jealousy. “Did he mean something to you?”

  She nodded, eyes planted on the grass cushioning her bare feet. “He's long gone, though. He took my virginity, and then he left me.”

  “The son of a bitch.” Jake sounded angry before he eased back into his lustful state. “Well, I reckon it's good he did.”

  She forced a smile. “Why do you say that?”

  He frowned, brown eyes sparkling when she threw him a teasing wink. “Why the hell do you think, woman?”

  The speed was kicked up a notch, and the bullet hummed its deviant tune in her wet pussy. The urge to pee was gone as the pressure became something else mixed with intense heat.

  Jake walked until his body brushed against hers as he examined her frontal nudity and palmed her breast. “Damn, baby.”

  Moisture trickled down the insides of her thighs, and her core became hotter at the enthralled glaze in his eyes. “Is that 'Damn, you're hot' or 'Damn, you suck'?”

  He sported a bemused half smile as he manipulated her breast into a state of warmth and acceptance beneath his masculine touch. “You're hotter than hell, Kayla. Nothing about you sucks, except of course for your mouth.”

  She glowered at him playfully. “Bad boy.”

  He grinned and kicked the toy up, making her groan. “I want to give you something else, too.”

  Her mouth went dry as cotton when she saw the purple butt plug. “Do you have some kind of anal fixation or something?”

  “I do. Keith is the oral one, and Travis is especially keen on pussy.”

  “TMI,” she teased.

  Jake winked at her as he approached with the anal plug. “You know you ate that up, you dirty girl. This is a real small one, and if you want I can stand in front of you and put it in that way.”

  She swallowed with uncertainty. “Are you and Keith a
s big as Travis?”

  Jake frowned. “Now do you seriously expect me to say I'm smaller than him?”

  She giggled. “I guess not.”

  “Regardless of what you choose to believe, I'm the biggest damned thing there is.”

  “Sure you are, Jake.” She yipped when he slapped her butt, moaning when her cunt hugged the little friend buzzing in her soaked core.

  He squirted lube all over the tapered toy and stuffed the remote into his pocket. Carefully he parted her ass cheeks and poised the tip of the butt plug at her anus. “I assume you know the drill. The whole deep breath, relax your muscles and push out kind of deal?”

  She nodded. “Yeah, I've worn these before.”

  He looked at her with a hedonistic gleam in his eyes. “Is that a fact?”

  She blushed. “Yeah, sometimes a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.”

  “I see.” He pulled her close, making her breath catch. “Just relax, baby, and let this man do what he has to.”

  The plug pinched painfully as it said hello to her grumpy ring of muscles. Once it passed the ill-tempered area and popped into the dark depths of her ass, it received a warmer welcome.

  “How you doing, baby?” Jake murmured with so much tenderness on his face she wanted to cry.

  “I'm okay. I'm getting close.”

  “Do you want me to touch your clit or to back off when you come?”

  She sighed, feeling torn. “I don't know. I really want you to, but I'm not sure if it's a good idea just yet.”

  He took a step backward. “I won't touch you then. I want you to keep your eyes open when you climax. That way it's my face you see and not his. We want you to associate orgasm with pleasure, not being scared shitless.”

  She smiled. “I'll try. My eyes automatically want to close when I come.”

  “Don't try. Obey me, Kayla,” he said firmly. “I don't do anything half-ass, and you won't either.”

  Her eyes automatically dropped, and she felt feverish beneath his authority. “Yes, Sir.”

  When she peeked up at him, she noticed the way his eyes darkened and the bulge in the crotch of his jeans thickened and became fuller. He appeared even more turned on and perhaps jealous.

  “We have a lot of questions we want to ask you later. I have a feeling there's a lot you haven't told us about your history.”

  Her eyes darted to escape his prodding stare.

  “Eyes on me, Kayla. I want you looking at me when you come.”

  Kayla sheepishly returned her attention to him. About a heartbeat later her legs locked like pillars of marble and her body convulsed with abandon. Her cunt gripped the toy fiercely as intense explosions of pleasure bombarded every part of her. She surprised herself when she screamed at the power of her release, marveling when the juices squirted from her dripping snatch and streaked down her inner thighs.

  The vibrator halted its humming when Jake shut the toy off and approached her with a hard look of arousal and soft affection brewing in his dark eyes. His hand caressed her face, trailed over her breast and belly, and she shivered helplessly.

  “Damn it, Kayla, you're stunning.”

  He kissed her gently, making her quiver and melt as he slowly explored her mouth with his slick, warm tongue. She mewled faintly and pushed into his doting palms, only opening her right eye once to make sure it was really him. He pulled back and removed the bullet vibe from her, but not the butt plug.

  “I want you to wear the ass plug so it stretches you.” It wasn't a request apparently, but the order spiked her lust even higher.

  “Okay.”

  “That's 'Yes, Sir',” he corrected her patiently as he untied her and then put the rope away in the bag.

  “Yes, Sir.” She rubbed her wrists, surprised when he tossed her the towel. “We're not going to do it?”

  His brows popped up. “You think you can handle it?”

  She knew what he meant, but she had to lighten the mood. “Narcissist, maybe you can't handle me.”

  His concern eased into a perverted grin as he stalked toward her, instilling butterflies in her stomach. “That sounded like a challenge.”

  “Yeah, a challenge you'll fail at.” Her body trembled, but she wanted to laugh at his exaggerated scowl.

  “You'll eat those words, woman.”

  Jake yanked the towel off her body and tossed it aside. He pulled her into a passionate kiss and backed her up against a tree. The crude bark felt rough against her bare back, but it was a discomfort she gladly suffered as he treated her to a smoldering kiss. Their tongues danced and mingled playfully while she freed the remaining buttons on the front of his shirt. He moaned deeply and smashed his body against hers when her hands explored the hard ridges of his torso. His chest hair felt soft and carnal beneath her questing fingers.

  Kayla broke the kiss when she fingered the charm on the necklace he wore and recognized the familiar form. She stole a glance down at his necklace and saw that it was the one she'd made for him years ago. It was a chain with a silver gun charm on the end in remembrance of all the times they’d gone shooting together. A simple necklace designed by a then-seventeen–year-old with an affinity for jewelry making. She'd given it to him for his birthday.

  “You still have it?”

  He smiled at her warmly and brushed a strand of hair back from her face. “Yes, ma'am, I wear it a lot.”

  “That means a lot to me. Thank you.”

  “Thank you.”

  Her pussy flooded when he unbuckled his belt and it made a titillating clink sound. His jeans and underwear lowered with a quiet sweep over his skin, but she kept her eyes locked with his. The sound of foil ripping made her eyes wander as she watched him sheath his large erection. He wasn't as thick as Travis, and although well-endowed, Jake seemed to be proportioned at saner measurements.

  “Jake, are you sure? What if—”

  “Shh. I've never been surer of anything in my life,” he whispered with a loving cloud over his eyes. “No second thoughts?”

  She shook her head with an amorous smile. “No.”

  He pressed against her entry and gradually sank in more and more. His girth stretched her as he took it slow at first, steadily gaining ground inside her.

  “You okay?” he rasped.

  “Yeah,” she whispered. “You feel really good.”

  “Oh God, so do you.”

  He drove his cock forward, making them both gasp suddenly when he became situated to capacity inside of her. She braced herself on his arms as he slowly rocked inside her body. The in and out strokes of his erection seemed to charm the nerves in her pussy awake again. The vibrator had been amazing, but she would always prefer the feel of a loving man's cock inside her more.

  Jake threw caution to the wind and throttled into her, creating a delicious friction inside her tight, wet cunt. This standing up and facing the stud fucking into her, she decided, was a most glorious position. She felt everything he did to her. Her pussy had become a cavern of nerves that heated with sensation at each precise stroke of his cock.

  He looked like he was enraptured by her and quickly losing control. The idea of the cowboy player being so captivated by her made her feel good. She hoped it was more to him than just sex. It seemed like it was, but some men were good at acting romantic to get what they wanted.

  Jake would never trick her, though. If all he wanted was a good time, he would have been up front about it. Her heart swelled with joy, wanting to believe that his heartfelt words had been genuine. He was a sincere person. They must be.

  Her eyes drifted to the place where their genitals joined, and she watched his protected penis moving in and out of her body, growing hotter at the private sight. She lifted her focus back to the conquered expression on his handsome face. As sexy as the cowboy hat was, it needed to come off so she could kiss him more thoroughly. She tossed it aside and ruffled her fingers through his hair, delighting in his adoring smile.

  The smoking friction provoked her sweet s
pot into a soft, enduring climax that rolled through her in gentle waves that were no less powerful and all-consuming than the dynamic release of earlier. Kayla whimpered helplessly, breathing his name as she clung to him for refuge from the overwhelming pleasure she couldn't escape.

  They shared another kiss, and this time she didn't have to keep her eyes open. Her pussy fluttered around his moving erection, and he cried out in orgasm. His hips jerked against her, and she wobbled on her tiptoes as he held her still and came.

  They stood there a moment shuddering endlessly and struggling to breathe again. Kayla sniffled, realizing she was weeping, but not with tears of terror and remorse. She felt happy and a strong sense of release.

  Jake withdrew and wiped away her tears, seeming to understand. “We'll take care of you, baby.”

  She nodded, unable to stop the stream running down her face. She threw her arms around his neck and held him close praying that they really could protect her from the potential harm she hoped was only in her head.

  Chapter Eight: Secrets

  Keith Langley walked up the hill around sunset where they'd buried Kayla's father after he died. She stood alone at his tombstone, talking aloud to him as though he could still hear her. Keith's heart tugged at the sight of his little Kayla weeping and devastated. He wasn't sure if it would be best to leave her alone, or to put his arms around her in comfort.

  He opted for the latter and drew closer, hearing her sob and squeak an apology to the deceased out loud.

  “I'm sorry, Daddy,” she uttered through tearful noises. “I'm so sorry. I failed you. I never became successful, and I didn't stay good. I let you down.”

  “You're not a failure, Kayla,” Keith insisted in a firm voice. “And you didn't let him down. He was proud of you. He just had too much pride after your falling out to pick up the damned phone and tell you. But he loved you with his whole heart.”

  She gave him a weak smile and wiped away her tears with a tiny sniffle. “I know. I just wish I'd been here when he needed me.”

  Keith felt the dark tormentor in his soul come out from hiding, readily accusing him of his greatest failing. He punched the thought from his mind, refusing to go there tonight. It would hurt too much, and he had Kayla to comfort.