by Lee Savino
Hands petted me as I sagged on the table. Brock's bristly chin brushed my ass as he kissed it.
"Damn, lass."
"My turn." Samson drew me into his arms and sat on a chair. I sat on his lap facing out, my body relaxed like a limp rag against his large form. He positioned my legs apart on either side of his tree trunk thighs, displaying my wet center to the whole room.
"I'm going to give you pleasure, Pearl. I'm going to make you cum."
"No," I said faintly, my head lolling against his chest.
"No? Don't you like it when I touch you?"
"Please, just let me suck you," I begged, not sure I could handle any more stimulation. Samson's big hands were magic, touching and brushing in just the right spots. His lips descended on my bare shoulder, sucking lightly. Facing my men, I shivered at the predatory hunger in their eyes.
My men were all arranged around the table in various stages of undress. Jonas stood to one side, pants undone, his glazed eyes locked on my body as he stroked himself. Still clothed, Cash sat, elbows to knees, focused intently on Samson and me. I flushed, knowing what fascinated them. With my knees hooked on the outside of Samson's tree trunk legs, my bare pussy was spread plainly to their view.
My hair was tousled and I still panted, coming down from the peak. Sweat trickled down my flushed chest, adding a pearly sheen to my pale skin.
Samson fondled my breasts, pinning my arms behind his when I would struggle.
"See, Pearl? You don't need to touch yourself. I'm here for you whenever you need."
I shifted my bottom in his lap, trying to escape his insistent hands, and felt his cock turn to granite.
"All's you need to do is seek one of us out," Jonas said.
"We'll give you all the pleasure you desire," Orion added.
Samson continued to pull at my nipples and suck on my neck. I sighed in pleasure, my eyelids fluttering. My body was primed and ready, almost against my wishes.
One giant hand slid down and cupped between my legs. His palm ground against me, sending sparks shooting from my pearl through my whole body. I let out one loud moan as my orgasm sang through me.
"Next time ye want to be taken, ye can ride down the mountain to find us, and we'll rut with ye in the field," Brock said. He'd stripped off all his clothes, and his cock still jutted out hard and ready, despite the hard ride. "We'll make a wild frontier woman of ye yet."
Samson switched from rubbing to finger fucking my pussy.
"Please," I breathed. "It's too much."
"Three more, Pearl," Jonas said. His eyes were almost feverish as he watched Samson tune my body to pleasure.
"Come fuck me. I need you, now." If I was to orgasm until they all were spent, at least I could satisfy them as quickly as possible.
"You want a cock? You're sitting on one," Cash reminded me.
Craning my head, I looked at Samson. "I want you inside me."
"Take me out, then." He released me.
Still facing away from him, I lifted up, noting how my juices had soaked his trousers, and bent a little forward as I sat on his cock. As usual his massive member filled me to bursting. Little sighs escaped as I sank down his whole length.
"So good," I gasped. His large hands steadied me.
"Wait. One more." Jonas was at my face, his hand on the back of my neck guiding me to take him in. My mouth and pussy filled I worked my head as best as I could, wondering how I would move up and down Samson's cock.
Angling me forward, the big man held my hips and thrust into me. Even without a lot of room to move, he had enough force to pound into me. I half bounced, half surged forward onto Jonas' cock; the two worked in sync until Jonas called halt.
"Switch."
I blinked, and would've fallen over had the two men not grabbed me. Samson rose and Jonas turned me around. Hanging onto Samson's hips, I licked my own juices off his cock before his gentle hand guided my mouth over him. The big man was careful.
Jonas had no such control. Parting my butt cheeks, he used spit to slicken my hole before sitting his cock at the entrance.
"Ready?" he said, more to Samson then to me. I took a deep breath.
Jonas surged forward, his fingers biting into my hips as his cock popped into me. My own hands held onto Samson as his length slid further into my throat. The two men sawed in and out of me, Samson holding my head carefully as he fucked my face while Jonas grunted and enjoyed my bunghole. My breasts swung wildly and I felt hands reach to cup them as Cash and Orion came to steady me. With a shout, Samson finished and toppled back into the chair. Cash pulled up another one, and presented his cock. Leaning down, I took it, holding onto the chair. The sharp angle of my body seemed to spur Jonas, for he drilled me from behind for a hard minute before sagging over me.
"How many times?" Cash asked.
"Just three," Orion answered. Fingers slipped to my folds and rubbed hard with no preamble. My fourth orgasm crashed over me, leaving me whimpering, sensitive and overstimulated.
I was in for a long night.
My men carried me to the bed where I lay on my back, a limp offering. My pussy still spasmed with aftershocks.
"Please," I sighed as Cash sank into me.
"You're doing well, sweet Pearl." He sped up his movements, his thumb finding the sensitive spot between my legs. I grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him from rubbing my overstimulated button, and ended up with both arms restrained above my head and two men tormenting my breasts as Cash rode me.
"Oh, please," I begged.
"What's that, Pearl? You want to cum? We wouldn't want you to think we weren't giving you enough attention."
Cash slowed his thrusts, pulling almost all the way out, only to slam back in. My head flew back as his cock set off an explosion deep inside me. The orgasm hit me like a punch, knocking me back and shaking me in its hold. Far away, I could hear Cash cursing as he spent himself inside my shuddering body, and I smiled with the minor triumph of making him lose control.
* * *
As the hot summer days started to shorten, I knew my time with my men was waning. Cash still hadn't opened up about the sheriff's mysterious visit. I worried about it sometimes, but told myself it wasn't my place to know. I would not be with them forever.
As for my personal quest, I had learned how to please Cash, Orion, Brock and Samson, and sate their need for love. But Jonas I couldn't figure out, other than to shake my ass at him. He did love putting the plug in me in the morning, and sometimes returned early to take it out before I cleaned up for dinner.
When we spent the night alone together I tried to kiss and caress him, and he just wanted to flip me over, and slam his cock into my ass. He had the stamina of ten men, and a joking manner, but beneath his humor and wild, coltish energy, he was hurting. He was the most reckless. Whenever I brought a picnic lunch down to them on the plains, he would stay out longer, riding his horse at breakneck speeds and showing off with tricks while I and the others ate and watched.
He was the most energetic and the quickest to pick a fight, even trying to draw Samson into taking a swing at him. Brock would roll his eyes and oblige instead. Orion and Samson joined in and Cash watched with arms folded as they tussled in the yard.
"Why do you pick on your brother?" I asked Jonas during one bath time. I loved playing with his curly hair. "Samson prefers not to fight."
"He's bigger than me."
"Is that a reason to goad him?"
Jonas shrugged. "I like a challenge. It's all in jest, Pearl."
"I know that. I just don't want any of you to get hurt." I kissed him. "I guess you're all still boys at heart. You've known each other a long time."
For the rest of the bath he sat, subdued, brow crossed with thought. After I dried him, I cuddled up to him. "Will you stay with me tonight?"
Heat lit his eyes and his hand crept around my ass, catching the edge of the plug. Earlier, he'd asked if I wanted to take it out, and I told him I'd keep it in a little longer. Pulling up the thin sh
ift I usually wore to bathe my men (they liked the way it molded to my skin when wet), he tugged at the wooden piece he'd made for me, fucking my ass with it until I moaned and pressed against his naked body.
That night, when we'd sated ourselves, I cradled his head to my chest and stroked his hair. His face nestled at my breasts, he didn't seem to mind the contact.
"Cash says you want to know more about us."
"Only if you want to share."
"I haven't spoken about my childhood much. Seems better to leave the past in the past. But I'll tell you if you want me to."
At first I didn't know how to answer this. "I want to know, but I'm happy to wait. I'll always listen to what you have to say."
We lay in silence for a little while, my fingers playing in his short curls. When he began talking, his voice was so quiet at first I thought I'd imagined it.
"I came to the orphanage when my parents died suddenly and there was no one to take me."
"How old were you?"
‘Young. Too young to remember. And I was smaller than all the rest of the boys. It was… difficult. I was in a room with the other boys, but one of them fought and hurt me, so they kept me apart. I got my own room."
The tightness in his voice told me there was more he wanted to tell.
"What happened?"
"There were men who watched over us. One of them would come into my room at night." He paused and I waited for him to resume in his hushed tone. "I remember it. I remember it all. Then Brock came and they put him in the room with me. The next time the man tried to come in, Brock shouted until the headmaster came. Brock was always the loud one, even then." Humor crept back into his tone for a moment, and I remembered to breathe. "We were both punished, but the man never came in again."
He lifted his head off my chest for a second. "I've never told anyone that. But the others know. They guessed."
Scooting down to face him, I looked him in the eye. "You're going to be all right," I said firmly. "You survived with your brothers. You have a family."
He stared at me, brow furrowed.
"Your family will never let anything like that happen to you. Never again."
"Oh, Pearl." He crushed me in his arms. "I'm so glad you're with us." His mouth sought mine, and I felt the tears on his skin. "We'll love you forever," he whispered.
I held him while he cried, wanting to believe that was true.
Chapter Seven
Summer was over. Fall announced itself with a long dry spell. We all worked to conserve water, with bandanas around our mouths to keep out the dust.
I felt sad, but also at peace, knowing I had done my best to love my men. All that was left was for them to find out I was barren, and then I could leave. I couldn't think past that day; losing my men would send me into a dark place from where I may never return. My one consolation was that Madame Jewel would accept me, mind and heart broken. I had no doubt she'd allow me to stay as long as I needed. I knew I could remain a gem until my body gave out. The money I made would allow me to support myself, even if it would be a life of loneliness without my five loves.
I had hoped for a few more months of wedded bliss, at least, before the reckoning. But in the end it came too soon.
A few days after Jonas cried in my arms, I was working in the garden. Coming around the side of the barn, I heard the men talking.
"How long do you think it'll take?" Orion asked.
"A few months maybe more. She spends every day taking our seed," Brock said and chuckled. "Some women are more fertile than others."
"I can't wait to see her stomach swell, and know it's our child." Jonas sounded so happy and carefree.
I halted in my tracks and backed away before they could see me. Hiding around the side of the barn, I let my feet slip out from under me and slid down. My insides hurt so much they felt like they were cramping.
The honeymoon was over. The day of reckoning was finally here. I had to tell them, and face their disappointment before I left.
Who was I fooling? I would never be enough. Even if I loved them with every part of me; it would never be enough.
I heard the men leaving the barn and shrank into the shadows. After a minute, they left on their horses, riding down the mountain to tend to their herd.
As soon as they were gone, I went and saddled a horse.
I couldn't stay a minute longer. I couldn't stand to tell them, and look at the judgment in their eyes. Perhaps it would be better if I just left. I could tell Madame Jewel my story and she would pass it on, and keep them from seeing me if asked.
Checking to see if the coast was clear, I swung up and spurred my mount down the main road, searching for a way off the beaten path. I couldn't risk one of them seeing me. They'd catch and bring me back for sure. I had to get off the mountain and hide.
There was a second, fainter path leading off the rocky way, and I directed the beast towards it. I wasn't a great rider, but the horse seemed to know its way down the more precarious mountain trail. For a while I was confident, even when we plunged into a forest and I couldn't see very far ahead.
By the time dusk was falling, I was lost. The way wove around and around, but never seemed to descend. After hours of trying to get off the mountain and avoid seeing anyone, a sound startled me. Someone was finally catching up.
The thought of facing my men was more horrible than being lost in the woods. I tugged the horse off the grassy path. Reluctantly, it started forward, then stopped as the trail petered out into a thicket of brambles.
I tried to get my horse to go back, but her foot slipped on a rock and suddenly she toppled over, with me on her back.
The horse screamed. I dove away from her and crawled into a ditch, out of the way of the thrashing hooves. She couldn't move; her leg was stuck. I covered my ears at the horrible sound. I was well and truly sobbing now.
"Pearl! Pearl!"
The men were coming for me, following the sounds of the horse. Diving to the side, I tucked into a ball, closing my eyes as if that would make all my problems go away. I still didn't want them to find me. Better for me to die up here than face them.
My men burst onto the scene, reining in their own horses and racing to me.
"What happened?" Jonas shouted.
"Not now," Samson rumbled. He knelt at my side, and Brock on the other, running their hands up and down my body to make sure I was unhurt.
"Pearl, what happened? Are you all right?"
I nodded, miserable.
"Leg's broken. She'll have to be put down," Jonas said, and my head snapped up. He was already lifting his rifle, pointing it at the horse.
"No!" I cried.
"Shh, lass. Don't look." Brock held my face to his chest. The shotgun fired a moment later and my body jerked at the sound. Then there was silence
"She can look now. It's done," Jonas said, and cursed.
"Watch your tongue," Brock snapped.
"I'm sorry, Pearl, but what were you thinking?"
I cringed.
As Jonas pushed closer, Samson stood, shoving a hand into the smaller man's chest.
"Leave her alone."
"Both of you stop," Brock snapped.
Temper triggered, Jonas flushed and his fists curled. "Get your hands off me. I just want to speak to her. I have as much right as any of you—"
"Enough," Brock ordered. "Jonas, go find Orion and Cash, tell them we have Pearl and are bringing her back to the house." Lifting me, Brock stepped between the two men who stood in fighting stances. "Here, Samson. Take her."
Still glaring at Jonas, the big man accepted me into his arms. "I'm sorry," I whispered, shivering.
"Not another word, lassie. Jonas, go." Brock waited until the young man had stormed off before directing Samson towards his horse. The big man marched past his mount, striding briskly up the hill.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I whispered over and over.
"It's all right, Pearl," Samson said. He didn't even break a sweat as he climbed the trail
that cut through the trees. "Please don't be sad."
I realized a few tears had tracked down my cheeks, and wiped them away before burying my face in Samson's neck.
My men's day was ruined and a horse dead. I had only wanted to get away and caused a disaster.
Brock was waiting for us at the house.
"Here you are, lass, out of those clothes and into a hot bath. You'll feel better."
They fussed over me in the tub, braiding my hair and washing me gently. I wished they'd just leave me alone. Neither of them mentioned that I had gone.
"What are you going to do with me?" I finally had the nerve to ask when I was out of the tub and Brock was drying me off with brisk motions.
"Give you a nice cup of tea and put you to bed. Unless you're hungry?"
I shook my head. "If you're going to shout at me, I'd rather you get it over with."
Brock guided me to the bed where I curled up into a ball.
"No one's shouting at you," Samson rumbled.
"Will you get the tea?" Brock asked the man calmly, then tucked a blanket around my bare body. I shrank away from his touch. "Ah, now, Pearl, why are you frightened? Have we done anything to hurt you?"
My eyes drifted to the paddle hanging in the corner. Cash put it there for easy reach.
"Is that it? You fear a beating?"
My throat was too swollen to answer.
The mattress sagged as the big Scot sat. "Well," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I'm sure Cash will want to put you over his knee, but that's hardly a beating. Why don't you tell us why you were out riding on the horse, and didn't call out to us when we were searching for you?"
I stayed quiet, but Brock didn't push me. When Samson came back, they helped me sit up to drink the hot liquid. They undid their boots and removed their shirts before climbing into bed on either side of me. On his side, Samson tucked me to him, my back to his front.
"Were you running away from us?" Facing me, the Scot's hazel eyes swept over my face. He scooted closer and stroked my hair.
"Maybe."
Samson squeezed me tight for a second. "Why, Pearl?" The big man sounded so hurt, I started crying again.
