by Robin Gideon
Aaron finally ended the kiss. Katie was looking into his eyes when, a moment later, Blair put his neckerchief in place to blindfold her.
She heard Aaron whisper, “Say ‘pumpkins’ and this ends instantly.” But before she had a chance to talk, he was kissing her fiercely once again, cupping her chin in his palm to keep her at the angle he desired.
They didn’t come at her individually, as they had the first night. Nor did they pleasure her in pairs. The McGowan men set upon her simultaneously, an awareness that aroused Katie even more than it frightened her.
Katie felt strong fingers, made clumsy with haste and lust, struggle with the buttons of her blouse. Large hands squeezed her breasts through her blouse and bra. Her skirt, knee-length and quite modest by contemporary standards, was pushed up her thighs.
“Damn it!” one of the men growled. She couldn’t tell which of the brothers it was.
A moment later, Katie gasped as her blouse was ripped open, though she did not end her kiss with Aaron. She heard the buttons bounce on the saloon’s tile floor. There was an audible intake of breath from several men. Seconds later, the cups of her bra were tugged beneath the mounds of her breasts. She was still kissing Aaron when hot, wet mouths captured both nipples.
She had never before experienced such a rush of pleasure from so many different places on her body. She had never allowed so many men access to her most intimate places. While her back was pressed against Aaron’s chest and his tongue danced with hers, another McGowan was kissing her taut throat, nipping her flesh lightly with his teeth, sending tingles through Katie that seemed to go straight to her clit.
Two hands pushed up the outsides of her thighs, over her stockings but beneath her skirt. An instant later, skilled, callused fingers curled into the waistband of her panties, and the garment was tugged down to her ankles. Strong hands gripped her legs, lifting her feet one at a time off the floor until her panties were removed altogether.
The McGowan on his knees wasted no time with dalliances. He sucked her clit between his lips and flicked his tongue against it. Katie shivered as frantic little whimpers came from deep within her while she continued to kiss Aaron lustily.
The climax hit her like a sledgehammer. There was nothing gentle about it. She was being tantalized in too many different ways and from too many different mouths for the orgasm to be anything but wrenching.
Katie forced her chin free from Aaron’s grasp, ending the deep kiss, and gasped, “Oh, fuck!”
Her hips shook as though of their own volition, jerking forward and backward as the pulsing waves of ecstasy went through her. The McGowan on his knees rode with her through the climax, his hands tight on the cheeks of her ass, his mouth pressed to her cunt.
“Wait! Wait!” Katie gasped when the last of the contractions had finally subsided.
She felt Aaron become very tense. His lips were close enough to her ear when he whispered the single word, that she felt the warmth of his breath. “Pumpkins?” he asked.
Pumpkins! Pumpkins! Pumpkins! Katie’s better judgment screamed.
But she remained silent. She would have fallen to her knees if Aaron hadn’t kept such a tight hold on her.
* * * *
Aaron looked at Katie, trying to read her mind, to guess her real emotions and desires. He’d made it abundantly clear what her safe word was, and that he would honor it. She seemed unwilling to stop the coerced seduction and unwilling or unable to admit that she wanted to participate.
He looked over Katie’s shoulder, down at his brother, Garrett. The young man had remained on his knees after being a key component in Katie’s last climax. For several seconds, Aaron’s gaze went back and forth from his brother to Katie.
Finally, Aaron gave his brother a nod, and Garrett breathed a deep sigh of relief as he rose to his feet. His jeans had already been opened and pushed down to the tops of his thighs, and his cock was sticking out, long and hard.
Garrett held Katie’s skirt up above her waist. With a well-polished boot, he forced her feet to spread wide apart. He had to bend his knees to get at the proper angle for entry.
Aaron’s heart hammered in his chest. He’d never participated in anything like this before. Looking over Katie’s shoulders, he watched as a hard, thick cock forced Katie’s pussy lips apart. Garrett invaded slowly but forcefully, and the sharp cry that Katie emitted held surprise in the tone, not pain or turmoil.
A low groan of pleasure came from Garrett as he withdrew then plunged full-length into Katie on the second thrust. The young man impaled Katie with such force that Aaron was knocked a half step backward. Aaron immediately turned behind her, spreading his feet apart to brace himself for the next onslaught.
Aaron was shocked at how erotic it was to watch a solid cock sliding back and forth between the lips of Katie’s cunt. He desperately wanted to be the one thrusting hard and fast into the temple of her femininity. He wanted to feel her heat and wetness surrounding his cock as he plundered her again and again until he felt her come, and only then would he allow himself the ecstasy of releasing his cum inside her.
The fact that he was envious of Garrett, but not jealous of him, was a stunning revelation to Aaron. He’d never before been a man willing to share a woman with any other man. But now, quite mysteriously, it seemed the most rational thing in the world to share Katie with all three of his brothers. Sharing Katie among the brothers, Aaron believed, was more than just rational—it was natural.
A moment later, Aaron’s view of the plunging cock came to an end when two of his brothers, Flynn and Blair, resumed sucking on Katie’s pebbled nipples.
“Oh…” Katie sighed. “I’ve got a man inside me, and I don’t know who it is.” Aaron kissed her, but Katie turned her face sharply to break the kiss. She seemed calm, her words strangely casual despite their content. “I don’t know who’s fucking me…and I’m going to come again.”
There were equal measures of mystification, helplessness, and ecstasy in Katie’s tone when she announced her impending climax. A single thrust later, Aaron had to hold tightly onto her as her voluptuous body thrashed and shivered through a climax. As she trembled and moaned, Garrett buried himself inside her and groaned, and Aaron knew that his brother had released his lust.
* * * *
A man just came inside me, and I don’t know who he is. That wouldn’t excite a good woman, but it excites me. These McGowan men have turned me into a demon.
But almost the instant the thought entered her consciousness, another thought came to mind, one more rational and infinitely less self-critical.
No, I’m not a demon. I’m a lover…but only for the McGowan men! All of them want me, and I want all of them.
She felt the long, slick slide of the cock as it retreated completely. When she no longer had the solid flesh inside her, she experienced a strange sense of postcoital emptiness that was new to her.
“Pumpkins?” The whispered word came from Aaron as he continued to hold her elbows back.
Stop asking me that.
She heard the sound of cowboy boots against the tile floor then felt a strong hand slide around her left knee to lift it so that she was balanced on one foot while Aaron held her.
“Oh, God,” Katie said quietly. “I’m going to get fucked again.”
“True enough, my love,” Aaron stated.
She hadn’t made the slightest effort to make it sound as though having another McGowan cock plundering her pussy was anything but a good thing. And a moment later, when another long, thick erection was thrust between the lips of her cunt, Katie didn’t bother to disguise the pleasure she experienced as she issued the warbling sigh of desire.
There were four McGowan men. Katie had already fucked one of them until he climaxed, and now she had a second one inside her. Did all four of them intend to make love to her in one night?
A shiver of fear went through Katie. On a purely physical level, she wasn’t certain she could withstand that much masculine attention, even if
it was as stimulating as anything she could imagine. And what would happen if she could only make love to some of the McGowans, but not all of them? Undoubtedly, there would be resentment among the men, first between each other, but then directed toward her.
She heard a low groan and felt the man inside her slide just a little deeper into her, pressing his naked pelvis more firmly against her own. The pressure against her clitoris increased erotically, and the troublesome thoughts that had disturbed Katie’s ecstasy simply vanished as another climax began picking up momentum.
Katie’s thoughts and consciousness began to drift, becoming ethereal and otherworldly. She heard the slap of flesh to flesh, and it seemed to come from quite a distance away, though she knew it was the sound of her lover’s pelvis slapping against her own. Which McGowan it was churning his hips so energetically between her thighs, she couldn’t say. But it was one of them, and under the circumstances, that was all that really mattered. She heard moans from the two men who were sucking lustily on her nipples, tantalizing the sensitive buds. Less distinctly, she could hear men masturbating. They would want her, too. They were in line to take their pleasure from her and give it in return.
But when would Aaron at last claim his due as leader of the clan? Without his commanding presence, Katie was certain she never would have allowed herself the luxury of behaving so wantonly. He made her feel safe. All she had to do was say a single word, and everything would end.
All the mystery. All the passion. All the confusion and doubt. All the tingling excitement. It would all come to an end.
I’ll never say pumpkins. Never.
She heard the rumbling, masculine growl. Her McGowan lover went motionless, his cock deep inside her, his semen mingling with cum from her previous lover.
Beneath her palms, Katie felt Aaron’s fierce erection, still captured within the confines of his jeans. Would it break the spell to say that she wanted him next? She did want him, but she didn’t want to ask for him. She loved these fierce encounters with the McGowans. She just couldn’t admit aloud that she loved them. That she had no choice as to which McGowan she pleasured added to the mystery, the allure.
“Oh, shit!” She recognized Garrett’s voice. “It’s Sheriff O’Donnell with that new deputy he’s been grooming in.”
The words put ice in Katie’s veins. Instantly Aaron pulled her so that she was standing upright, and he freed her arms. Next he removed her blindfold.
To Garrett, Aaron said, “Step outside and stall them. All she needs is thirty seconds.”
Katie looked down, and what she saw made her feel guilty as hell. Her blouse had been ruined. All the buttons had been ripped off in the McGowan haste to bare her breasts. Though her brassiere had been spared the same ruinous barbarity, the cups had been tucked down beneath her breasts. With hands that trembled, Katie adjusted her breasts back into the cups then quickly rolled up the tails of her blouse, and tied them into a knot between her breasts. She had turned her blouse into a midriff-exposing halter, a discordant sartorial choice given that she was wearing a professional businesswoman’s skirt beneath it, with stockings and heels.
“You won’t have to worry much about the McGowan clan,” the sheriff said to his deputy as he walked into the saloon. “They’re on the rowdy side of life, I suppose you could say, but they don’t often cross the line.”
“Good evening, Sheriff,” Aaron said, picking up a damp towel and beginning to wipe the bar. “What brings you here at this time of night?”
Katie did everything she could to smile nonchalantly, but that was impossible when she could feel liquid moving inside her. Two men, both young and very virile, had come inside her. If she remained standing for very long, the evidence of their lust for Katie would become all too visible for everyone to see.
“Time is why I’m here,” the sheriff said.
“I’ll be right back with you,” Katie said as she made a dash to the ladies’ restroom.
She made it to the toilet in time. Expelling the cum, she sighed with relief and wondered just what her life was going to be like if she really did have, all to herself, four lovers.
She cleaned herself, tugged up her stockings and readjusted the elasticized bands at the tops of her thighs, and inspected herself in the mirror. She had no idea where her panties were or who was in possession of them. She’d never liked the midriff-exposing style in the first place, and it looked especially bad now, she decided. Her hypercritical subconscious was coming to the fore but then was tamped down with a vengeance. Or perhaps I’m just feeling trashy because I’ve already had a couple climaxes, and I might have more before the evening’s over.
Though she was in the restroom only a couple minutes, when she stepped out the saloon was empty except for Sheriff O’Donnell and his deputy.
“Where are the McGowans?” she asked. Alone with these two men, Katie was suddenly edgy, not truly afraid, but very concerned.
“I sent them home,” the sheriff said. “Now listen to me carefully. I’m not going to ticket you this time, but you’ve got to keep a closer eye on the clock. I know you’re new to running the Mountain View Saloon, but that’s not an excuse. Rules are rules, and you’re to follow them, same as everyone else. No new drinks past one o’clock. I’ll be outside in my squad. You’ve got two minutes to turn out the lights, lock up, and drive on back home.”
“Thank you, sir,” Katie said with relief.
Chapter Four
Katie watched as the pickup truck’s taillights disappeared down the driveway then onto the highway. Behind the steering wheel was her grandmother, who was nearly giddy with joy at being able to head out for Phoenix so quickly after breaking the news to Katie. Her grandfather made it known that he’d be eternally grateful to his granddaughter for voluntarily taking over the running of the Mountain View Saloon.
It was just nine in the morning, and Katie had several hours before she would turn on the “Come On In!” neon sign at the saloon. And shortly after that, she would no doubt greet all four of the McGowan men, hungry from their labors in the pastures. And hungry for her, too.
The previous evening, when Katie had returned to her grandparents’ home, she let herself into the house, went to her little upstairs room, got out of her clothes, and then took a long, hot shower. Finally, she returned to her bedroom, determined to go immediately to bed.
She did that. What she didn’t do was go to sleep. Not even close.
The moment she closed her eyes, she could see herself in her mind’s eye at the saloon earlier in the evening. There were two mouths, hot and wet, sucking lustily on her breasts, and one mouth sucking on her clit. The combined stimulation was an overload to her senses. And while all that was being done to her, Aaron was kissing her passionately, his tongue dancing with hers, stripping away all of her inhibitions.
Aaron was holding me so tightly, holding my arms behind my back. I didn’t have any choice. They made love to me, one after the next.
But it was a lie to call what she had done “making love,” just as it was a lie that she “didn’t have a choice.” She had her safe word, and Aaron had, to her considerable annoyance, asked her several times if she needed it.
Even if it wasn’t making love, fucking never felt so good.
Very slowly, she pulled up the hem of her unadorned cotton nightgown.
Let’s see if I’m a little sore.
She caught her lower lip between her teeth and bit softly. She was lying to herself to think that she was only curious about her own physical condition. Though she’d never before taken two different men into her body on the same evening, she wasn’t sore at all. Her excitement level, inspired by the McGowans, had been so spectacularly intense that her natural lubrication had made penetration seemingly effortless.
When she touched herself, Katie felt the warm, slick juices of passionate excitement on the lips of her cunt. Using the pad of her middle finger, she touched her clit lightly. Warm tingles seeped outward from the small but erect button of f
lesh.
The McGowans have made me greedy for climaxes. The more they foist them on me the more I want them.
She eased the single digit between her pussy lips. The finger slid in easily. Her legs, moving without conscious thought, spread wider as her right hand began beating slowly back and forth. The sensation of having a single finger moving inside her intimate passage was pleasing, but it was nothing compared to what she’d experienced when she had a McGowan cock filling her.
Which of the McGowan clan had fucked her? Blair? Flynn? Katie couldn’t say for certain. Any guess was complete conjecture, but that was what had made the encounter so wickedly arousing. Being blindfolded had allowed her to see her own true nature, the extent of her own real desires for Dominance and submission, for bondage, and for commanding men who knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to take it.
I’ll never get to sleep thinking that way. Maybe one more quick climax will help me relax enough to sleep.
From her bedside table, she opened a drawer and extracted her vibrator. She’d had it a couple years, and had used it regularly after having passionate evenings with David, which had, without fail, left her unfulfilled. She bought it on the Internet. Though there were plenty of stores in San Francisco where she could buy a vibrator, Katie was far too worried about being seen in a sex shop to ever step foot into one. The Internet was anonymous, and Katie needed her anonymity to buy a vibrator.
With her eyes closed, her fingers moved with economy and skill over the small, round, blunt-tipped vibrator. She found the bezel, turned it, and heard the buzzz! which she found embarrassingly familiar, and more than a little exciting.
Katie’s hands moved slowly and skillfully. She held the vibrator in her left hand, putting the round, flat tip directly against her clit. As the vibrations went straight into her clit, and from there throughout her body, the middle two fingers of her right hand separated the lips of her cunt.
No matter how delicious it felt to have the vibrator tantalizing her clit, she needed the sense of invasion and retreat within her body to feel the ultimate satisfaction. Her fingers weren’t as good as a McGowan cock, but under the circumstances, they’d have to do—and that was good enough for Katie on this evening.
