Outlaw Rose

by Celeste Rupert

  “Hold it, Shorty,” Tucker said, and Shorty turned in surprise. Tucker spread his hands wide. “Take it easy, there’s no rush. She’ll be here in the morning.”

  “Wait till morning?” Shorty snorted. “After I got all riled hearing you two going at it? After I got a good look at those tits? Look here.” He nodded down at his crotch, where he stroked himself as he spoke. “Does that look like I could wait till morning?” He took a step closer to Tucker, squinting up to look down his nose at him. “You trying to keep her all to yourself or something, Tuck?”

  Tucker’s eyes flickered to her face for just a second before he replied, lifting his hands in defeat. “Nah, I just thought she could use a break. I rode her pretty hard out there.”

  Shorty scoffed. “I’ll show you both what rode hard really is.” He watched Tucker walk away and sit on the ground nearby, his back against a tree and his long legs stretched out in front of him.

  The third man stood just inside the glow of the fire, watching as though he couldn’t bear to look away.

  “You just watch me, Junior. You’ll see how it’s done.” He turned back towards her, his cock still in his hand. “Now as for you, missy, it seems to me you’ve got far too many clothes on. You might get away with that with Tuck over there, but I like my women bare.” He shoved the ruined dress off her shoulders, tearing it further to push it off her hips. It pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked. She felt the gazes of all three men on her but it was Tucker, over in the shadows, whose she felt most intensely.

  She dragged her focus back to the man in front of her. He would have had to look up to look her in the eye, but he didn’t, instead he stared at her body with a hot intensity.

  He reached out and cupped a breast, as though weighing it in his hand. “This is our lucky night, boys.” He pinched the nipple and used it as a leash to guide her towards him. “Come along, missy, my bedroll is over here.”

  She hurried around the fire, trying to minimise the pull on her sensitive breast. When they came to the pile of dirty blankets he brought his hand down, and she cried out as she crouched, then fell to her knees. He didn’t stop there, tugging the nipple forward and down until she was on her knees, her face in the musty smelling blanket. He gave the nipple a final tweak then released it.

  “Spread your knees,” he demanded as he moved behind her.

  She lifted herself up on her hands and knees.

  His hand came down on her ass with a crack that echoed through the darkness and left a stinging hot pain. “I never said you could lift your head up,” he growled in her ear as he grabbed the back of her neck and forced her head back down. “If you can’t listen, you’ll have to be punished.”

  She could tell he was enjoying himself. Her bottom stung from his slap, the tingle igniting other sensations. She knew Tucker was watching, a shadowy silhouette, and that was exciting too.

  “You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

  “Yes, yes, I want you to be happy.” She spoke in a tremulous voice, sensing her new partner would enjoy himself more if she played up the fear. A tremor of excitement went through her, and she was surprised at the intensity of her arousal, at her body’s reaction to the pain, her awareness of Tucker watching. Did he like watching her submit to another man? She lifted her head again as she spread her knees apart, as ordered.

  His hand crashed down on her other ass cheek. “I told you to keep your head down.” He shoved her face back into the blankets and he moved one booted foot to stand on her hair. “I guess you do want to be punished.” He began raining blows down on her bottom, each slap stinging more than the one before.

  She cried out and bobbed her hips to try to avoid them. “Stop, please stop,” she cried, throwing herself into the role he wanted her to play and intrigued by the sensations, the interplay of pain and pleasure. “I’m sorry, I’ll do what you say. I’ll do anything you say.” She saw Tuck start to move, and winked deliberately in his direction, her stomach giving a happy jump that he was willing to come to her rescue against his partner.

  He stopped at her wink and she got a quick glance at his hot gaze before he slid back into the shadows.

  The spanking stopped and he ran his hand gently over her hot, tingling cheeks, kneading softly. “That’s what I like to hear. A woman who wants to please a man. Now keep your head down.” He gave her face a final shove. She heard him kneel down, felt his hands on her thighs has he moved her legs farther apart. She adjusted her balance on her elbows, careful to keep her face in the smelly blanket. His fingers found her opening and spread it wide. She felt the head of his shaft probing for entry and cried out as he entered her, landing a simultaneous slap on her tender bottom. He began to work in and out with a guttural moan. “You like that?” he asked. Another slap. “Do you?”

  “Yes,” she said, panting.

  He picked up the tempo. “I’m gonna make you scream.” He grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her head back. “I’m gonna make you scream louder than Tuck did.”

  She heard Tucker’s deep chuckle, and the awareness that he was there, watching her, made her tremble.

  “You want it harder?” The man dropped her hair to grab her hips, anchoring her as he pounded into her. “Tell me you want it harder.”

  “Harder.” She could feel his balls slapping against her with each thrust, his hands painful as they dug into her hips, the exquisite friction as he pounded into her again and again. In front of her she could see Tuck, in the shadow of his broad-brimmed hat, and she was as acutely aware of him watching her as she was of the cock that pounded into her. She squeezed the blanket in her fists. “Oh please, harder! Faster!”

  He grunted with the effort of each stroke. Her mouth was open, her breath coming short. She heard another voice behind her but didn’t make out what it said. He released her hip without interrupting the hard, fast rhythm, and reached beneath her, into her slippery folds, rubbing hard, roughly over her most sensitive tissue. She moaned, then as the pressure built to the breaking point she felt the scream as it was torn from her throat.

  No sooner had her climax hit her than she found herself flipped onto her back. He knelt on either side of her head, sitting on her chest. “Suck my cock.” Sweat streamed down his face as he stuffed his shaft in her mouth. He pumped in and out of her, until her eyes flew open in alarm and she struggled for breath. “Swallow,” he said, his eyes closed as he panted. He held her head still, and came, spewing semen into her mouth. He drew out and she coughed and spluttered, trying to catch her breath.

  Chapter Three

  Shorty grinned across the fire towards Tucker. “See—told you I’d make her scream.” His chest heaved as he got to his feet. “Junior, she’s all yours.” He stumbled away, teetering as though he’d been drinking, and she struggled to sit up, trying not to look in Tucker’s direction… The gold, the gold was all that mattered. She scanned the campsite looking for it, but her gaze fell on the third man first.

  He stood exactly where she’d last seen him, the whites of his eyes reflecting the firelight. He was young, maybe eighteen or nineteen, and he looked terrified. Her gaze drifted down his body. Based on the impressive-looking bulge in his pants, while he may have been scared, he certainly wasn’t uninterested.

  “What’s the matter, Junior?” Shorty was still out of breath as he lowered himself to the ground near Tucker to watch. “What are you waiting for?”

  Junior licked his lips nervously but never took his eyes off her. “I’ve never…” His voice was barely a whisper.

  Shorty laughed delightedly. “Well, then this is a big day for you.”

  “Don’t worry, kid,” Tucker said. “She’ll show you what to do.”

  She looked over at him, surprised. Tucker met her gaze across the fire, unrelenting. He was right, of course—it was the only way they’d ever let her go, and the only chance she had to get the gold. She got to her feet and walked towards Junior. She didn’t think his eyes could get any wider, but they did as she dr
ew closer. His gaze flickered from her breasts to her face and back again so quickly she wasn’t sure he was able to see either. She didn’t stop until she was standing right in front of him.

  He stared at her.

  She didn’t say anything, but ran a hand down the rough fabric of his sleeve until she got to his hand. It was cold. She brought it up, turning it so the palm faced her, then placed it on her breast. Her nipple peaked under his cool skin and she heard his sharp intake of breath. She dropped her hand to the fly of his pants but at the first touch he jerked his hips away from her and squeezed her breast reflexively.

  “Oh!” he cried, dropping her breast like it had burnt him. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

  She laughed gently and reached for his hand again. This time she led him towards the fire and chose a bedroll. “Lie down,” she told him, and when he hesitated she added, “Please?”

  His gaze shot to where the other two men were watching. He swallowed again, then did as she asked, lying stiffly on the blankets. She got to her knees beside him and leant forwards to give him a good view of her breasts.

  “Relax,” she breathed as she lifted his hand to her breast again, then ran her own hands over his chest and stomach. “Just relax.”

  He rubbed his fingers tentatively over her nipple and she sighed, leaning into his hand. She watched his face—his attention was on her chest, and he lifted his hand to her other breast of his own accord. She used the distraction to go for his fly.

  She got the button open before he tried to jerk away from her again, but this time she was ready for him and didn’t let go, heading for the second button as she murmured, “Just relax. Trust me.”

  He fisted his hands at his sides, his veins standing out along his forearms. She closed her hand on his shaft. Her fingers didn’t meet around it and her mouth was dry as she pulled his cock out into the firelight. His eyes were closed tight and when she looked up at his face his lower lip was caught between his teeth.

  “Look at me.” She ran her hand up the length of his erection. His eyes opened and he gasped and twitched in her hands. She straddled him, positioning herself above him. She started to sink around him. Even with all the activity of the evening, it was a tight fit, and she went slowly to give her body time to adjust, her breath coming short as she took more and more of him in. Once he was deep within her she paused, letting them both get used to the feeling.

  She looked down at him. He was gaping at her, his eyes wide and mouth open, hands in mid-air as though he didn’t know what to do with them. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts, then leant forwards, braced herself against his chest, and began to move. She raised herself nearly off his shaft before settling down, slowly, as he gasped beneath her.

  She’d only repeated the movement three times when he reared up and grabbed her hips. He bent his knees and held her still as he pounded up into her and she felt him explode inside her. Instantly he released her, collapsing back against the blanket.

  She felt him slide out of her. Behind her she could hear laughter.

  “That all you got, boy?” Shorty called out. “That big a dong and you only last a minute?”

  Junior ignored him and reached out to fondle her breast again. He looked into her eyes. “This time,” he said, “I want to be on top.”

  Rose shot a look down at his cock, which pointed straight up at his belly button. Apparently one round wasn’t going to be enough to wear this one out. Junior sat up, moving out of the way on the narrow blankets so that she could lie down. She obliged, spreading her legs to make room for him. He paused and rocked back on his heels, looking curiously at the junction of her thighs. She tried to close her legs again, embarrassed at his scrutiny, but he stopped her, running a finger ever so gently down her slit. She trembled and tried to catch her breath.

  “You like that,” he said, and repeated the movement.

  She didn’t answer, but squirmed when he touched her again.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  She took a steadying breath and propped herself up on her elbows to look at him. “I want you inside me.”

  He shuddered. She spread her legs wide and he eased himself between them. His first thrust missed, bouncing off her inner thigh, but the second buried him to the hilt and she couldn’t help the cry that came from her lips. He braced himself on his elbows and looked down at her. “Does it hurt you?”

  She thought about that as her muscles stretched to accommodate him. “No,” she panted as he shifted his weight. “Yes.”

  He started to pull out of her and she wrapped her legs around him to hold him close.

  “Yes,” she said, louder than she’d meant to, “but don’t stop.”

  He began to move, thrusting in and out, biting his lip, his eyes closed in concentration.

  “Yes,” she said again. “Yes, faster.” She arched her hips, meeting his every thrust. She started to shake, trembling under his onslaught.

  His face was red as he strained, pumping his hips, and she threw her arms around him, grabbing handfuls of his shirt as her climax approached. Wordless grunts issued from his lips and she could hear the lewd encouragement of Shorty, then her orgasm shuttered over her and she heard nothing but the pounding of her heart. Junior collapsed on top of her, spent.

  Or so she thought.

  He pushed his way off her, grinning as he knelt beside her. “I’d really like to try that mouth thing now, if you don’t mind.”

  She stared in shock at his huge cock, still standing at attention, a white drop of liquid at the tip.

  The other men roared with laughter. “Oh, to be eighteen again,” Shorty said.

  She rolled to her knees and bent over, taking his shaft in one hand then smoothing her tongue around the tip. He groaned and dug his hands into his sides. She licked up the underside of the head and his shaft jumped in her hands. With a deep breath Rose opened her lips wide to take it in her mouth. Her jaw ached with the effort to accommodate the thick head. She took as much as she could, then started to suck, sliding both hands up and down as she did so.

  She felt a pair of hands on her hips and a knee pushed her thighs apart. She adjusted her balance on her knees just as a hard cock rammed into her. She moaned, her voice muffled by the cock in her mouth. She was jarred from behind as she sucked. Junior’s hips jerked as he came, filling her mouth and shooting down her throat.

  She tried to twist to see who was inside her, but a hand grabbed her hair, pulling on it for leverage as he pounded into her. She was just about to come again, the pressure building, nearly over the edge, when the man behind her moaned and went still. A hand landed on her ass, confirming that it was Shorty’s second time.

  Rose assessed the situation, forcing her attention back on her goal. The gold was all that mattered—everything else was simply a distraction. Junior sat beside her, leaning back on his hands, his giant cock finally lying quiet against his leg. As she watched, he tucked it back inside his pants. Shorty pulled out of her and collapsed on a nearby blanket, not even bothering to cover his penis, which was bare and shining in the firelight. Tucker still sat against the tree across from the fire, and she wondered if the frisson of excitement she felt when she looked in his direction was her imagination or a result of the nearly achieved orgasm.

  The gold. She shook her head to clear it, get her attention back where it belonged. The three men sprawled nearby. It was working. All she had to do was wait for them to fall asleep, then get away with the gold.

  She sat down, chest heaving, ignoring the throb of her pussy. A heavy-looking pack saddle sat in the dirt near Tucker. That had to be it, her gold. She tore her gaze away and curled up on her side, hoping they’d believe she was too exhausted to cause them any more trouble.

  “Just a minute.” It was Tucker who had spoken, and she watched him get to his feet. “We still haven’t decided what to do with her.”

  Shorty waved a hand without opening his eyes. “She ain’t going nowhere.”

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sp; “I’m not so sure about that.” Tucker gazed down at her, looking huge from where she lay on the ground.

  “She’s as worn out as we are,” Junior said.

  “That’s right,” Shorty said, with another wave of his hand. “We’re a lot of man to satisfy.” He chortled and rolled onto his back.

  “Now there’s an idea,” Tucker said. She was worried by the glint in his eye. “All we have to do is make sure that she’s as exhausted”—he paused—“as satisfied as we are.”

  He grabbed for her, and she tried to scoot away but he was too fast, snagging her ankle, then pinning her with his weight. Tucker gave her an evil grin. “Oh, I noticed you were on the brink there. Let’s see if I can finish you off, Miss Bank Teller.” He winked. “Least I can do, after everything you did for me.”

  His finger slid inside her and she tried to rear up, but he held her tight. He pulled the finger out then slid two back in. She cried out and he used his other hand to separate her, exposing her to the attention of his big, roughened thumb. He stroked her in hard circles, ignoring her begging and pleading.

  Then she wasn’t begging him to stop. She heard her own voice screaming, “Yes, harder! Oh, please!” and he pumped his fingers one more time and she came hard, with a long scream that ended with a moan, her thighs twitching around Tucker’s hand.

  She sagged and he released her. Her legs flopped wide open, but she didn’t have the energy to move. Her chest heaved, her mouth dry from her panting, her throat sore from screaming. Tucker landed an open-handed, stinging slap on her pussy before he stood and walked away. She screamed again, her hips arching up into the pain, another orgasm shooting through her. Rose thought she saw him wink at her over his shoulder but, in the dim light of the campfire, she couldn’t be sure.

  Chapter Four

  Her breathing slowed, the strength returned to her extremities and she curled onto her side, trembling as aftershocks sent tremors out from her overly stimulated pussy. The men drifted off to sleep, Shorty and Junior—she wondered absently if those were their real names—one on either side of her. She couldn’t see Tucker from where she lay, but could hear his soft, steady snoring from the other side of the fire.