Mail Order Menage

by Abel, Leota M

  Lewis finally picked up the speed after feeling her clench tightly around him. She’d had her pleasure, now it was time for his. He watched as Henry played with Marina’s nipple and George kissed her as he drove for his own pleasure. Finally, he reached the pinnacle and plunged even deeper, shouting in his pleasure. He stayed connected to her for a full minute, before pulling away. He looked down at her pussy, still wide open from his loving and grinned. He’d have to her again soon.

  George pulled away and Henry took his hands off her. The three of them stood around the bed looking down at their new wife. George smiled at her. “You’re going to need to get cleaned up, girl. We have some chores to do and we’ll be hungry when we get back. You’ll need to have dinner ready by five. It’s three now.”

  George and Henry left the room, leaving her with just Lewis who was getting dressed. Lewis leaned down and kissed her softly. “I can’t wait til it’s my turn again.” His quiet whisper sent chills down her spine. She couldn’t wait either.

  When they’d left her alone, Marina lay in bed, stunned. She was expected to be a wife to three men. In every way. She’d spend all day cooking and cleaning and all night with cock after cock pounding away at her pussy. She rolled to her side and groaned, wondering if the men would give her a night to recover. She sighed. Why would they? It didn’t hurt their pleasure if she was sore. And they were so crude. She was going to have to have words with them.

  She hurriedly washed with the bowl of water in the corner and dressed. She had dinner to prepare.

  Chapter Six

  At five, all three men came traipsing into her freshly cleaned house. “What’s for dinner?” George asked, squeezing her ass through her skirt.

  “I just made beans and cornbread for tonight. I hope that’s okay.” She had no idea what they liked to eat. She carried the plate of hot cornbread to the table and took the only empty chair at the foot of the table. George was at the head of the table and Lewis and Henry were on either side of her.

  George nodded. “That’s fine.” He nodded to her bowl, already full of beans. “You better eat up, girl. You have a long night ahead of you.” He winked at her with a huge grin.

  She blushed, having no doubt what he meant. The other two men were watching her steadily as they shoveled the food into their mouths. She swallowed hard. “What will our routine be like here?” she asked. What she really wanted to ask is if her life would consist of cooking, cleaning, and sex or if there would be more to it, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask that question.

  Henry shrugged. “Same as it is on most ranches I think. We get up at five and have breakfast. The three of us will go out and work til lunch time. You’ll have lunch ready for us and we’ll eat. One or all of us may stay behind to fuck you for a bit, but then we’ll go out and work til about five. We eat supper at five. Then we have all night free.” His eyes met hers. “We may take turns with you, or we may all climb on the bed and touch you at the same time.” His voice got deeper. “You liked it when we all touched you.”

  She nodded slowly. “What about dinner dishes?”

  George frowned. “You can take enough time to soak them in the sink before I take my turn. You can wash them in the morning after we’ve gone out on the range.” He bit into a chewed a bite of the cornbread, swallowing it. “You’re here to cook and clean, yes, but your primary duty will be our sexual needs. If one of us is in the house, you’ll be expected to spread your legs with no notice.”

  Lewis frowned at George. “We’ll always try to make it pleasurable for you, though.” Obviously Lewis was the thoughtful brother, while the other two were more selfish in nature.

  Marina nodded thoughtfully. “So what if I have a baby?”

  Henry shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll have lots of babies. George will be the father as far as anyone else is concerned. We don’t really care.” He stood up and took his bowl to the sink, pouring a bucket of water over it. “I’ll even soak the dishes for you so you can hurry up and get ready for us.”

  “Well, I have some requests as well.” The men all stopped, and stared at her.

  George nodded slowly, and said, “Go ahead. What are they?”

  “I enjoy our relations, however, you have been unspeakably crude in your language. While we’re having relations, I don’t mind the vulgar language, but I am a lady, and I expect you to treat me well.”

  Lewis cracked the first smile, and slapped George on his back.

  “She’s right you know, we have been a long time without manners.” They all grinned sheepishly.

  “Also, if I’m to be able to fully service you, I expect you to keep yourselves clean and not leave messes all over the house.” She didn’t drop her gaze as she gave them her conditions.

  “Well, we are ranchers; we’re gonna get sweaty working, Marina. We aren’t soft city boys.” Henry stared at her as if she’d grown two heads.

  “I know that, Henry. But you’ll still wash up for each meal. And you’ll give yourselves good rinses before you come to my bed at night. And we’ll do hot baths on Saturday nights.”

  George nodded, slightly taken a back.

  “Are you church goers?”

  The men’s eyes went as big as saucers.

  “I thought not. Well, I’m going to want to socialize and meet people, so I expect you to take me to church every Sunday. You may rotate. Also, as your wife, I expect you to take me into town with you whenever you head in. Any problems with this?” The men all shook their heads quickly. Marina smiled at each of them. As long as they treated her well, this could be the life she’d never known she wanted.

  She saw the men were all finished eating and she nodded, getting to her feet. “The bed?” she asked, her eyes meeting George’s. He’d made it clear he was going first.

  George nodded. “Just get undressed and wait for me there. No need for a nightgown.”

  She hurried up the stairs and to the bedroom they’d been in earlier. She’d looked at the other three rooms and they all had smaller beds. She undressed and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a deep soreness between her legs. She’d get used to it, though. Her new men weren’t giving her much of a choice.

  She was sitting naked on the side of the bed when George walked in and he nodded in approval. He left the door open, making it clear to her that if his brothers wanted to watch or participate, he wouldn’t complain. His eyes held hers as he slowly removed his clothes. “We’ve been trying to get a woman out here to marry us for a while. We kept explaining exactly what we wanted, and women kept backing out.” He threw the last of his clothes onto the floor and stood in front of her, his cock at attention. “We decided it would be best to just show a woman. Would you have come if you’d known you’d be expected to spread your legs for three different men?”

  She tilted her head to the side, considering. “Maybe. I’m not sure. My sister would, though.”

  George grinned. “You’re going to be happy here.”

  She shrugged. “I’m going to be sore here. I do like it when you and your brothers are inside me, though. I’m going to need you to be gentle with me, please.”

  “We can tell.” He studied her face carefully before sitting beside her on the bed, and moving his hand between her thighs to toy with her wet pussy. “How many men had you had before us? One?”

  She nodded her head. “Just Michael,” she answered proudly.

  He raised an eyebrow. “You were married, and you were that tight? How long were you married?”

  She bit her lip, wondering if she should tell him the truth. “The first one was a few days before I got on the train to come out to Montana.”

  His eyes flared with anger. “So you lied when you wrote that letter saying you weren’t a virgin and that you were a widow?”

  She nodded, looking down at her hands. “It’s a bit more complicated than that. I didn’t write the letter, my sister, Jasmine, did.”

  George stood up, calling out, “Henry!”

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  Henry and Lewis both came to the door. Henry looked at his brother’s cock, noting it was still hard. “It can’t be my turn yet.”

  George shook his head. “She lied to us. When the letter was sent, apparently by her sister, she was a virgin. She lost her virginity before she got on the train.”

  Henry’s face turned red with anger. “She needs to be punished.”

  Lewis sighed. “She does.” He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, watching his brothers, obviously curious which one would administer the punishment.

  She looked at the men, “I told you, it was more complicated than that.” What did they mean she needed to be punished? What would they do to her?

  George shook his head, “Still, you were untruthful.”

  “You mean like not telling me I was getting married to three men?”

  Lewis laughed at the look on his brother’s faces, and turned to Marina. “Please, tell us what was more complicated.”

  Marina sighed and looked at her hands, telling them about how Michael tricked her, but Jasmine had planned ahead, and how excited she was to be out west.

  The brothers all looked at each other, and Henry finally said, “Well, still, you should know what happens when you lie.” She looked at them.

  “Well, I’ll agree, but you must solemly swear you will never lie to me again either, otherwise I get to do the same thing to you.” George and Lewis laughed at Henry’s face.

  “We agree, and we’re sorry.” Lewis said the words, because he wasn’t sure Henry could speak for his anger, and George couldn’t seem to stop laughing.

  “I’m sorry, too”

  Henry sat on the edge of the bed and caught Marina’s hand. “Not yet. But you will be.” He pulled her toward him, his hands pushing her face down across his lap, with her ass in the air. His eyes met George’s. “Is that the only lie?”

  “It was really more than one lie, because her sister wrote to us, and she was never a widow. We could have hurt her.” He sighed. “She probably needs a little extra for that.”

  A little extra what? Marina wondered.

  “I agree.” Henry kept one hand across her low back, holding her in place. “Twenty?” he asked.

  Lewis spoke up for the first time in a while. “I think twenty is too many. Why twenty?”

  “Five for the lie, and five for scaring each of us. Twenty.”

  George tilted his head to the side contemplating. “I agree. Twenty sounds right.”

  Lewis’s voice was reluctant. “Okay, twenty.”

  Marina didn’t have time to wonder what she would get twenty of before she felt Henry’s hand crash down on her bare bottom. She cried out, surprised and angry. “No!”

  Henry’s hand came down again. “Five for lying,” he told her as three more swats fell onto her bare ass. “George, hold her legs.”

  Marina was kicking and squirming to get away. She obviously didn’t think being spanked was the right thing to do. She felt George’s hand take hold of her legs, holding her in place.

  The blows kept coming. There were twenty in all. Marina felt the tears falling after the first five. It was pain, yes, but it was also the humiliation. Each of these men had poked his cock inside her and planned to again soon. And the two who didn’t spank her sat and watched like she was a child.

  When Henry finally let her go, she jumped off his lap. “I hate you!” she spat at him, her butt went from pain to a tingly warmth.

  Henry grinned, obviously pleased. “Come here, Marina. Show me you don’t hate me, so I don’t have to punish you again.”

  She stared at him in shock. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, you have three minutes to convince me that you don’t hate me, and that you want me inside you, or you get five more swats.”

  She shook her head. “No!”

  He reached out and grabbed her, forcing her face-down again.

  “Wait!” she cried. “I’ll do it.”

  He removed his hands from her and waited while she sat on his lap, straddling him. She hadn’t kissed Henry yet, which was odd since he’d already spilled his seed in her once, but she ignored that fact, her mouth going to his. She clutched his shoulders, grinding her hips against his pants, feeling his hardness within them. She’d never been so bold before, but it felt powerful to grind againt him, and feel him grow harder, to hear his breath start to come in pants, to know he wanted to be in her. And she wanted to feel him inside her. She was still sore from the last time, but she felt the moisture flow between her thighs. She moved her hands between them, unbuttoning the front of his pants.

  George cleared his throat. “She convinced me. And it’s my turn next.”

  Marina lifted her head, her eyes glazed with passion. Did she really care which of them men thrust his cock inside her? She didn’t even know anymore.

  Henry pushed her off his lap and George pushed her down onto the bed. “Get on your hands and knees,” he told her. He could see how red her ass was and smiled. Yes, she’d been punished properly.

  George knelt on the bed behind her, dipping his smallest finger into her dripping wet pussy. It was time they started getting her ready for the way they all wanted to take her. He spread her ass cheeks with one hand, the finger covered with her juices going to her tiny anus. He pushed hard against the puckered hole, sliding his little finger inside. His cock throbbed to be inside her, but he delayed his pleasure. Soon, they’d be able to take her two at a time, but they had to prepare her first.

  Marina cried out when she felt George’s finger against her bottom. “What are you doing?”

  His finger slowly stroked in and out, moving around to stretch her as best he could. All the brothers had talked about how they would work to stretch their wife’s ass so she could accommodate them, and he was starting. “You asked us to go gentle on you, this is to give you a rest. Do you like it?” he asked.

  “No, stop!”

  George sighed, thrusting his finger inside her a few more times, before pulling it out. “You’ll like it better next time,” he promised as he positioned his cock at her pussy lips. “For now, though, we can both enjoy this.” He pressed hard against her, entering her much easier than he had in the wagon earlier that day. He hated that she was already able to take him so much more easily.

  She moaned, pushing her ass back against him. She hoped he wouldn’t toy with her like Lewis had earlier, and would just ride her until she screamed her pleasure. He didn’t disappoint.

  As soon as he was fully inside, he pulled out and plunged back in. Setting a fast and furious rhythm inside her. She panted and moaned, loving the feel of his long hard cock pounding away at her. She opened her eyes to see Lewis, staring straight at her. It seemed so weird to look into ones man’s eyes while another fucked her furiously, but she didn’t complain. She’d have his cock soon.

  Lewis leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her sweetly and tenderly. Henry crawled over beside her, his hands squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples and then releasing them when she wanted to cry out in pain.

  George held her hips in his hands, his thrusts hard and fast as he pulled her back into his cock with each pounding of her pussy. He reached down and played with her nub, wanting to finish, but not wanting her to be disappointed. Finally, he felt her clench around him, and he let go, flooding her.

  He pulled out sitting on the bed, letting out a happy sigh. They’d finally found a girl who was perfect for them.

  Chapter Eight

  As George watched, Henry wasted no time, crawling around behind her. They’d all take her the same way tonight, he knew, because they’d all want to play with her ass before they took their turns in her pussy. Hopefully it wouldn’t take long before she’d be ready to take one of their cocks deep into her ass. He smiled, thinking of how tight she’d felt around his finger. Around his cock, was going to be amazing.

  Marina panted, kissing Lewis still. She could tell George had finished, and Henry had taken his plac
e behind her, but he hadn’t touched her yet. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to reach the peak again with the men going so quickly one after the other, but she would certainly enjoy the journey there.

  She felt Henry’s finger slide into her pussy, and she tried to clench around it, trapping it there. Why did she always want to be filled? Cocks, fingers, it just didn’t seem to matter. She felt so empty!

  Henry’s finger slid out of her vagina and she felt his hand spread her like George had. Why did they keep playing with her bottom? His finger slid into her, but it stretched her more. She groaned into Lewis’s mouth. Henry’s finger wasn’t nearly as gentle as George’s had been, thrusting in and out wildly, moving in circles and obviously trying to stretch her wide.

  She broke away from Lewis. “Please stop. That hurts!”

  Henry sighed. “I know it does, baby. Just a little longer.” His finger moved in and out a few more times, before pulling out completely.

  She sighed with relief, only to have him plunge it deep one more time. When he pulled out again, she felt him kneel directly behind her. Thank God he was done with that nonsense.

  His cock slid to her very wet opening and he plunged inside her. She let out a loud squeal. She wanted him to plunge hard and fast, driving inside her like there was no tomorrow. She pressed her hips back against his, half afraid to ask him to go faster, but wanting it desperately.

  Henry laughed softly. “You want it faster?”

  She blushed, but said, “Yes, please.” All three of the brothers laughed.

  This time, no one touched her but Henry. George lay on his back watching her large tits dangle beneath her as her brother plowed into her. Lewis sat staring into her eyes, letting her know he was waiting impatiently for his turn.

  Henry slammed into her over and over, making her grunt softly with each thrust. He had his hands on her shoulders, yanking her back to him as he pounded her.