by Zoey Marcel
“I changed my mind,” Jake said with a wink at her. “I'm fucking her all by myself.”
“What?” the other cowboys shrieked, relaxing when Jake chuckled and Kayla giggled.
“Get that idea out of your head real fast,” Travis gave him a playful warning.
“Yeah, fuck you,” Keith spat.
She felt Virgil move in from behind as Jake pulled her forward against his chest. The heat of his body burned against her legs, making her feel warm and close to him.
“Damn,” Virgil breathed. “You're completely filling her. I don't see how I'm gonna be able to fit in there.”
“Oh well, we tried,” she teased.
Jake swatted her ass, making her yip. He gave her an evil grin when her eyes narrowed on him.
Virgil carefully parted her thighs more and moved into place. The blunt head of his dick knocked at her entry, but the owner wasn't letting him in.
Jake rubbed her back to calm her anxieties. “Ease up, Kayla. Let him have you.”
Her body hummed in the afterglow of the countless orgasms they'd given her. She couldn't remember having so many during the same session before, but she was certain they had easily gotten into the double digits for a tally.
Virgil nudged against her reluctant opening. It took a few tries and another orgasm provided by Jake, but Virgil finally worked his way into her cramped channel. The men began to thrust ever so slowly until Virgil finally had his cock seated to capacity inside her.
Kayla gasped and couldn't close her mouth for anything. Cries of distress poured from her at the intense pain that burned in her pussy as their intimidating erections stretched and filled her. The nerves snapped to attention as they danced with life with each gentle thrust of their penises. It felt like Virgil did most of the thrusting and with more vigor while Jake screwed into her gently, watching her face for signs of alarm.
Keith got near her face and wiggled his eyebrows devilishly. “Are you ready for me to shove my dick up your ass, baby?”
“Oh God!” She involuntarily clenched her pussy, wailing at the hot male flesh packed inside her.
Jake and Virgil groaned loudly at the suction on their cocks.
“I'll go easy on you,” Keith reassured her with a light rub on her shoulder and a brief peck on her head.
“This is your idea of easy?” she shrieked, grinning when they laughed.
“You're onto us, huh?” Keith teased. “Virg, I think you're gonna have to be standing for this unless you want my ass in your face.”
“Not really,” Virgil replied. “Scoot down, honey.”
Kayla and Jake maneuvered with difficulty down toward foot of the bed, making all three of them grunt and moan in pain as they inched toward the edge. She cringed with discomfort when Virgil did his best to stand without causing too much of a stir.
“How is that?” he asked.
“Looks about right,” Keith decided. “Travis, you fine with being in her mouth?”
Travis chuckled. “Now you ask. Yeah, that's fine by me.”
Kayla sighed when he played with her hair.
“You look so damned good, darlin',” Travis crooned, planting a kiss on her head. “You look wonderful all naked and surrounded by the men who love you. You're even more beautiful with our cocks shoved up you.”
She smiled and delivered a sweet kiss to his lips. “Thank you. I actually feel beautiful right now.”
Jake ran his hands up and down her arms with smooth, even strokes. “Good. You should always feel beautiful. You're breathtaking. That's what we've been trying to tell you.”
Keith mounted her. “Virgil, you might want to turn your head. My ass needs to head your way while I penetrate her.”
“Thanks for the warning.”
She became aware of the mirror on the far wall and watched in fascination as Jake held open her butt cheeks for his brother. Keith's body brushed against Virgil while he wiggled his dick into her crack. Virgil wrinkled his nose, but he remained patient with the ass in his face, looking pleased as it gradually moved away from him as Keith inched his way with difficulty into Kayla's asshole.
“Ow!”
“Too much?”
“No. I'm okay.”
His insidious slide into her forbidden hole was made all the more painful by the two cocks stuffing her pussy and the reluctance of her screaming sphincter muscles. The feel of her holes stretching to the point of suffering scared her a little. Would she have gaping entrances when they were done with her? She hoped not. The vicious burn consumed her and chased away every other thought. Only the knowledge of four men stayed with her through the maddening hell.
“Oh God, why do you hate me?” she ground out, screaming a little when his dick cleared her angry anal ring. Her rectum was more open to the idea of this unconventional penetration, but the other two erections on the opposing side squished the membrane separating her holes against Keith's fat dick, making his gradual advance challenging.
Keith stopped moving and massaged her shoulders. “You okay?”
Kayla smiled, body trembling as she nodded. “Yes, Sir, go ahead.”
“Let us know if it's too much,” Virgil said.
“I will.”
“You're not tensing back here, are you?” Keith asked.
“No, Sir, but I'll try to relax more.”
“Do that. With those other two dicks in front it's hard to tell if you're squeezing or easing.”
“This is me squeezing, Sir.” She grinned, biting her lip when all the men let out impassioned outcries that sounded like they were being tortured.
Travis chortled and lightly kissed her cheek. “Always the feisty one, aren't you, cricket?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Breathe, Kayla,” Keith murmured.
She took a deep breath and then released the air in her lungs, trying not to choke on it when he drove his cock forward until his scrotum rested against her ass. Her bowels swallowed his penis readily, but both holes yelled obscenities at the hot bastards stretching and filling her more than she ever thought possible.
It felt like Keith got into a crouching position, and he scrunched his legs up close to the front of himself to keep from getting in Virgil's way as best as he could. It couldn’t be comfortable for Keith, though the pressure of the cramped space probably felt good on his cock as the friction from the two erections rubbing against him from the other side probably would.
Virgil probably had a bird's-eye view of Keith's ass, but they all seemed too enthralled with the fantasy to complain about the close proximity of the other men. Keith channeled his weight through his bent legs to support himself and keep from bearing down on her and squishing her.
Travis drew nearer, fisting his cock in his hand. “Are you ready for me, darlin'?”
“I'm not sure,” Kayla said shakily. She swallowed down her anxiety and put on her big girl panties as Master Hugh had often instructed her to do.
Travis came up on his knees at an angle near Jake's head. He wasn't really in front of her or to the side, but somewhere in between.
“Just suck me shallow if you have to.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
He slid in easily when she opened her mouth for him.
“Everybody ready?” Keith asked, sounding like he'd blow.
They all made noises of agreement. Then Kayla's world came crumbling down around her when they all started to move. It was too much. Too much pain or pleasure she didn't know, only that the sensations of both were intense. Their hot, manly touches made her shiver violently. The steady thrusts of their cocks overwhelmed her as they drilled into her.
She tried to focus on giving Travis a good blow job, but the intensity bombarding every one of her senses proved incredibly distracting. Still, she seemed to be doing all right if his horny sounds were any indication.
Keith pistoned into her vulnerable ass, making it burn with each stroke that stretched and owned her.
Jake and Vir
gil fucked into her sopping cunt, whether in time with one another or at different moments, she couldn't tell. There were too many cocks and too many feelings and sensations to compute at once.
Her body burned and sweated against the masculine bodies smoldering against her and holding her in place for their dirty will. Her pussy felt like it was on fire as euphoric energy filled her veins, and the urge to pee overwhelmed her. It was just her G-spot, but good lord, they would do her in for sure.
It was the first time in her life with them that she silently pleaded not to come. Then troublemaker Jake reached under her and fumbled to get his finger to her hidden clit. Oh God, how could she withstand an orgasm now when they were already killing her with pleasure-pain?
Their sounds were intoxicating. Her cowboys sounded as tortured with ecstasy as she was. The exotic scents that filled her nose intrigued and inflamed her with lust. She smelled each of their colognes and faintly smelled her own perfume. Arousal dominated the other aromas with its heady spell. The scent of deodorant at work came through with a hint of sweat, but it didn't turn her off. It was primal, masculine. She felt herself perspiring all over as well, and they seemed as driven mad by her body's primitive response as she was by theirs.
Sex changed everything. It could turn pain into pleasure and make the stench of sweat suddenly addictive. Her screams and their tormented cries weren't the cause for alarm that they would have been outside this room. They served as kindling for the inferno consuming them all.
Her G-spot burned with unbearable pressure, but she made a conscious decision not to fight them or the soul-devouring nirvana they subjected her to. She would come, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The pressure became bearable, but the sweet spot in her channel scalded her as Virgil and Jake pounded her with their erections. They weren't being rough, but it didn't matter. Her cunt screamed “you bastards” at the excruciating stretching and then “I love you” at the carnal fire smoking from within the walls they ravaged.
The addictive scent of Travis's lust smothered her, but she loved it, doing her best to fellate him well.
Jake's finger pushed her blood-filled clit over the edge of sanity just as the flames on her G-spot consumed her. Oh God, she was having both types of orgasm at once. God save her. How would she survive this?
She screamed bloody murder on Travis's cock. He hollered at the fierce way she clamped on him and probably sent a buzzing sensation up his swollen penis.
Her beaten ass locked onto Keith's dick, making him yell and swear like a madman as he grunted his elation.
Her pussy sucked both Jake’s and Virgil's erections like a black hole, causing them to roar at the unbelievable pressure. Feeling her holes contract around all those cocks at once was an unknown sensation that couldn't be identified. Was it pain or pleasure, both perhaps, or something else entirely?
Liquid rushed from her, somehow managing to trickle from her cunt despite the two man-made obstacles in the way. Storms of rapture and delirium overtook her as the electric hot and cold sensations made her body quake and her womb shudder.
Her screams sounded hysterical and the men like victims and sailors at once as they bellowed and cussed while they came. They all came hard. Both Jake and Virgil ejaculated into her aching pussy, searing her with their cum.
Keith erupted in her ass, bathing her sore bowels with his scalding semen. He pressed hard on her shoulders, and his knees knocked against her arms.
Kayla gagged a bit when Travis's cum shot from his slit. She’d been too distracted to anticipate its hot, creamy arrival, but she swallowed it down and licked him clean. She couldn't breathe or think. Her body was racked with tremors, and her cunt pulsed and oozed in the aftermath.
Her men lingered in her body, panting hard with exertion. They didn't walk off afterward and abandon her like the users and jerks in her past. Her cowboy soul mates stayed with her, filling her body with their organs and touching her all over with loving, reassuring strokes, letting her know that they worshiped and adored her.
In between the soft words of endearment came a lot of hard breathing and muttered cuss words. She couldn't blame them. Her heart was in awe of her lovers while her body throbbed and burned with knowledge of them and about half a dozen curse words.
Even the afterglow had her body humming with awareness and gave her the feeling of floating in a dreamlike state. They were the loves of her life. The only one missing was Master Hugh. She'd give anything to share her life with him as well.
“Well, that's not a sight an uncle wants to see.”
They all jumped, and the men disengaged, everyone disentangling limbs as they turned to see Hugh Langley standing there.
“How the hell did you get in here so quietly?” Jake demanded.
“I'm trained. You boys skedaddle and give me a moment with Kayla.”
The men dressed and then filed out of the room. Virgil closed the door behind them, tossing a flirtatious wink at Kayla on his way out.
She smiled, turning her attention to Hugh. The thought of him walking in on her and seeing them all like that embarrassed the hell out of her. Crappers, what must he think of her? She didn't know whether he intended to talk with her or sleep with her. It didn't matter, though. Either way, her answer was yes.
He studied her for a moment in heavy silence. “What are you doing?”
“Being a whore,” she whispered, dropping her head like a guilty puppy.
His lips quirked in amusement. “Good for you. That's not what I'm asking.”
“Oh.” She sat up straight, feeling relieved. “What then?”
“This game you play.”
She frowned. “What game?”
“Vanilla Kayla, slave Kayla, sub Kayla. Who are you, cinnamon?” He stared down at her seriously.
A touch of guilt pricked her conscience. “People can change.”
“True, but people can also pretend to be something they're not to win someone's favor.” He eyed her almost knowingly.
She lowered her eyes. “Why do you care about my sex life if you don't plan on staying with me?”
The words cut her to pieces on the way out of her mouth. She forbade herself to cry, although if she thought it would change his stubborn mind, she'd blubber her eyes out.
“I'm not leaving, Kayla.”
Her head jerked up, and she prayed this wasn't a dream. “You're not?”
“No, I'm not. I love you too much to let you go again. It nearly killed me the first time. If I were to do so again, I don't see how I'd get through it.” His hushed timbre sounded amorous and almost stern at once. “You know what I want. What I need from you.”
“Yes,” she whispered, feeling her pulse jitter with familiar longing.
“I'm a Master, not a bedroom Dom. I've done both, but there's something missing when I confine my authority to the bedroom only. Now that said, I'm willing to do that for you because I want you, but I'm not going to hold back with you if you're pretending to only want to be a submissive for my nephews.”
His words touched and challenged her.
“There's no way I'm having a twisted ménage with you and them, but I'm willing to have a polyandrous relationship. Sharing you is better than losing you. If you want group sex, you can turn to my nephews and Virgil for that. When you're with me, you're mine and mine alone.”
His possessiveness summoned tiny butterflies of anticipation to life inside her stomach.
“I don't buy this whole 'I'm vanilla, now I'm a slave, now I'm a sub' deal.” Hugh scrutinized her carefully. “But I'm willing to allow the possibility that I might be wrong, though I have my doubts.”
“What if I said I'm undecided?”
“I wouldn't believe you. Stop worrying about losing us. Whether you choose to be a sub or a slave, you won't lose any of us, and even if you did, then forget us. The most important thing is to be true to yourself.”
Kayla pondered his words, beaming and nearly tearing up when she saw him pull her black trainin
g collar from his pocket.
“I went back for this that day after you threw it on the ground. Risky, but I couldn't leave it there. It hurt too much,” he said in a tender hush. “When you're doing a scene with me, you'll wear this collar. When you're with them, you can wear the blue one they gave you. Any thoughts on the whole sub-slave question?”
She knew what she wanted and what each man wanted. Master Hugh was willing to bury his desires to be with her, but would the others change for her if she needed them to? “Why don't you want me to hold back, but you're willing to for me?”
“I'm your protector. It's my job to be what you need, even if I have to sacrifice my own needs and wants.” He handed her the collar. “You've sacrificed enough in your young little life. You're always playing the role whatever man you're with designs for you. Do you even know who you are and what you want, Kayla?”
She didn't speak for a minute, feeling the hot intensity of his eyes consuming her exposed skin. “This is really hard. You all want different things. How can I please all of you?”
“By being honest about your needs. Forget what we want. What do you want?”
She heaved a frustrated sigh. “Virgil's vanilla, and Travis, Jake, and Keith have never owned a slave before. I agreed to be their sub, but if you stay I'll always want more.”
Master Hugh's light sapphire eyes softened with fondness and devotion. “You miss the lifestyle like I do?”
She nodded with lidded eyes, swallowing down a lump in her throat. “My heart can't see you as anything but Master. I need that, but I need all of you to be happy more than I need to be a slave. Couldn't I be a slub?”
His lips quirked into an amused smile. “A slub?”
She grinned. “Yeah, you know a cross between a sub and a slave.”
He smirked. “I think I'm compromising enough for you as it is, cinnamon. I'll be your bedroom Dom or your Master, but halfway garbage is just going to taunt me with something I can never have with you again. It has to be one or the other. What you have or do with the others is up to you and them.”
Her heart seized with ardor when Master placed his palm over the collar in her hand.
