“Are you a virgin?” he whispers.
I shake my head. “I’m not a virgin, but my experience is limited.”
“What does that mean? Has your pussy ever been fucked hard?” His thin lips are so close that the vibration from his voice can be felt on my lips.
“I’ve been fucked hard, just not good.”
“I can fuck you really good.”
His mouth presses to mine, spreading my lips with his. He explores my entire mouth with his moonshine flavored tongue. It tastes better this way. His flesh burns through the thin fabric of my dress. He grabs my ass, pinching a whole cheek firmly in his grip. The bulge in his tight, torn jeans digs into my belly and grows larger by the second. In a flash he spins me, grabbing my throat and right breast to hold me against him while his lips rest just behind my left ear.
I whimper when his deep voice rattles me. “Tell me you want me to fuck you hard and fast, Goldilocks.”
“I ... I want you to fuck me hard and fast,” I manage to mutter with an obvious stutter. I’m terrified and thrilled at the same time, much like sitting on a rollercoaster and expecting one hell of a ride.
Patch releases my breast but continues his grip on my throat. He steps back, yanking my dress up to expose my ass. “Surprise, surprise! No panties. Perhaps you’re not as innocent as everyone thinks.”
He slides his hand around to the back of my neck, using that advantage to bend me forward. He’s holding my hip with the other hand so I can’t move away from him. Once my ass is exposed and vulnerable, he releases my neck, dragging his fingertips along my spine, continuing down the crease between my ass cheeks until he reaches my slippery pussy. He smears my arousal up and down the folds of my pussy, purposely avoiding my twitching clitoris.
Holy fuck! This is definitely starting to be a tale I could send to one of those magazines.
I hear his zipper pull down. The thought of him standing behind me with his hard-on in his hand excites me even more. Here we are, surrounded by the forest, nearly nude and about to fuck beneath the silent canopy of tall trees. I’ve never even had sex outside of a bedroom, let alone outdoors.
His legs part and his boots rest on either side of mine. The tip of his prick lines up to the opening of my eager pussy. My heart is pounding furiously behind my ribs. He rubs the thick head up and down my slick lips. With one long, slow push forward, he buries himself deep into me. I cry out but love the stretch. His prick is a nice size; not too big and definitely not small.
“You fit nice, little girl,” he grumbles. “Are you ready?”
“Will you fuck me hard?”
“I sure as fuck will.”
“Then yes, I’m ready.”
His huge hands grab my waist, nearly surrounding it. He jerks me back while slamming his hips forward. I nearly lose my footing. He snickers but immediately does it again. This time, I’m prepared for it.
Oh yes, this is going to be amazing! He rams me again but doesn’t pause this time. His cock fills me, relentlessly pounding into me. I’ve never been fucked this viciously, nor this fast. My head is spinning.
My moans and the sound of our bodies slapping together ricochet from tree to tree. It takes all the strength I have to keep my legs from collapsing. I’m coming already! He’s only pounded into me a dozen times and I’m already crying out. My body freezes in a state of awe, reveling in the glory of my first orgasm from being fucked incredibly hard and fast by a Bear.
“Yes!” In my experience, it’ll be over soon. “Please don’t stop! Fuck me! Fuck...”
My words stick in my throat when I’m overwhelmed by another body tightening climax. My knees buckle but I don’t fall. Patch is hanging onto my waist so tightly that I seem to dangle off his cock. I am a vessel for him to fuck, a piece of ass willingly given to him to use as he will.
“You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you? You’re not a good little girl. You’re a dirty little whore,” he growls.
“Yes ... I’m a ... fucking ... whore!” Another raging orgasm tears through me even more violently than the first two. My legs have turned into cooked spaghetti noodles. It’s useless to try to stand; I know they can’t sustain my weight.
Patch’s solid cock slips from my body. He spins me to face him. He grabs my ass in one hand and the back of my head in the other. His lips press to mine while he walks me backward toward a tree.
He pulls my dress up and over my head and tosses it over a branch. Instinct is to cover my nakedness, but I clutch my hands into fists to fight that urge. His menacing eyes ogle my bare breasts and naked mound.
“I’ve often wondered what you look like under your clothes, after you were grown, of course. You’re just as fucking hot as I’d imagined, probably more so. Goldilocks, turn around and bend over that tree trunk. You’d better hang on because I’m going to fuck the hell out of your cunt.”
I smile while biting my bottom lip. If it’s anything like how he’s been fucking me, I want more of it, lots more. Not to seem too eager, I think I’ll take my time getting into position. I let my eyes sink down to his chest and further, past his ripped abs. His hand is gripping his stiff prick. I want it back inside of me. I turn, placing my hands on the bark of the tree, and bending slightly while turning my face to look at his. I see him lick his bottom lip as his eyes lock on my behind.
“I would love to fuck that sweet ass of yours,” he comments.
I quickly straighten up and spin around. My mood instantly shifts from whore-mode to terrified virgin. “I’ve never ... I mean ... you’re not going to...”
He snickers. “I’m not going to shove my cock in your ass, if that’s what you’re asking. I don’t do anything without permission. Judging by the look on your face, I’m assuming I don’t have your permission.”
“No, I’ve never actually done that.”
“Mack would be the best one of us three to de-virgin your asshole. If you’d be interested in trying that, I’m sure he’d oblige you. His cock is thinner than mine. He’s gentle despite his rough appearance. He loves to eat pussy but ass is his favorite hole to fuck.”
“I’d be interested in trying. I’ve heard my girlfriends talk about anal but my boyfriends would never try it. They said it was dirty and gross.” I can’t help but roll my eyes and giggle nervously.
“Okay, let’s find him, shall we?”
He pulls his cell phone from his back pocket and taps it. He holds it screen up, touching the speaker icon. I hear it ring.
Chapter 2
A man speaks with a voice similar to Patch’s. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Hey, what are you up to?” Patch asks.
“Why? Do you miss me?”
“I don’t miss your ugly fucking mug. I’m standing before a gorgeous and naked Goldilocks.”
“Like fuck you are! No way is that fine piece of ass coming anywhere near the likes of you. She’d come for my fat tongue long before your limp cock.” I hear the phone click. “Fucker hung up!”
Patch presses some numbers before holding the phone flat again.
“What the fuck, man?” Mack yells after answering the call.
Patch tells me, “Say hello, Goldilocks.”
“Hello Mack,” I say toward the phone. My hand instinctively covers my mouth, hoping I won’t burst out laughing.
“Are you fucking with me? Is that really Goldilocks?”
“Yeah, in the flesh and nothing else. She just rode my pole.”
“Fuck off! No way! Who is that?”
“Goldilocks! I’m not fucking lying to you. She has a proposition for you.”
“I won’t believe you until you take a picture of her and send it to me.”
I shake my head when Patch holds up his phone. He tells me, “Cover your face if you prefer.”
With my hand over my eyes, he snaps a shot. A few seconds later I hear the sound of the photo being sent. I’m suddenly very self-conscious.
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“Yeah, fucker, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
“Goddamn, she’s fucking hot! Okay, so what’s this proposition you were talking about?”
“I don’t think you really want to know. Maybe I’ll just keep her to myself.”
“Patch, don’t tease me like this, man!”
“Well, the lovely Goldilocks has never had the pleasure of having a cock in her ass, and she’d like to experience it. I told her you were the best.”
“Well, I am the best,” he boasts. I hear Mack clear his throat. “Are you fucking with me?”
“No, I’m not. So, what do you say? Would you kindly fuck this gorgeous woman’s virgin ass before she heads back to school in a few days?”
“It’d be my pleasure! Well, hers too, of course. Where are you?”
“We’re about a hundred feet north of where Bash wiped out on the dirt bike and busted his arm.”
“Which arm?”
They’re both chuckling as if it’s hilarious that he’s broken more than just one of his limbs. I vaguely recall him starting his junior year of high school with a cast on his left arm.
“His ulna, not his humerus. He broke that at Dog’s Creek.”
“Oh yeah! That was a hell of a wipeout!” Mack laughs. “I can be there in about ten minutes unless you’d rather meet at the house.”
“I’ll bring her home with me,” Patch replies while handing my dress to me. His eyes study my curves before it slips over my head. He stuffs his hard prick back into his jeans.
“Aren’t you going to finish?”
“Not right now,” he replies.
“I’m nervous.” I don’t know why I just confessed that to him.
“Goldilocks, there’s nothing to fear. Mack will be very gentle. I’ll be there to make sure of it.”
“You’re going to be there ... like, watching us?”
“Were you thinking you and I were done? Woman, I haven’t fucked you hard enough yet and definitely not long enough. After he’s done with you, you’re going to finish me off.”
I shake my head. “I don’t know about that. I’ll probably be exhausted by then.”
He says, “I doubt it. You’ll want more. Whores always want more.” My pussy clenches.
We start walking back to the house after he collects his chainsaw and half-empty jug of moonshine. I lead the way. I’m sure he’s watching my ass move beneath my dress. To make things more fun, I pinch the back hem of my dress and lift it, exposing my ass.
“You’re a fucking tease, aren’t you? I should drop this shit and finish us both off.”
“So, why don’t you?” I taunt him with a sweet innocence that doesn’t suit the situation.
He laughs. “Because, little slut, I’m going to make you wait.”
“I thought I was a whore. First I’m a slut, then I’m a whore. I wish you’d make up your mind.” I tease partly to make conversation so my anxiety doesn’t overwhelm me, thus beckoning me to change my mind.
“Do you have a preference?”
I laugh. “No, I’m just making fun of your unoriginal choices of degrading titles.”
“I was only asking out of kindness. I’ll call you whatever I damn well please. You said you wanted to be bad today, so be bad, really fucking bad. Be a whore, a slut who needs cocks, lots of cocks. Beg to be filled in every hole like a dirty slut who can’t get enough.”
I turn and look him in the eye. “Please tell me you don’t think I’m actually slutty, aside from today, of course.”
He stops walking so he won’t slam into me. “I know you’re a good girl, but even good girls have needs that should be fulfilled. I don’t think anybody has given you the attention you deserve. Today, you can be as bad as you want. Nobody is judging you. You can act like a total cum-guzzling whore if you want to. It wouldn’t be the first time a good girl begged us to let her be bad. You just happen to be the good girl us brothers have dreamed of getting our hands on but never thought it possible.”
“You all have? Even Bash?” I bite my lip nervously, hoping he’ll tell me that Bash has spoken favorably of me.
“Goldilocks, Bash has mentioned you on many occasions. I think he’d prefer a relationship with you, but he would settle for a romp.” He tilts his head. “You like Bash, don’t you?”
“I’ve always had a crush on Bash. All three of you are gorgeous, each in your own way. Bash ... he’s ... different. Yes, I really like Bash.”
Before he can say anything else, I turn to continue making my way through the forest with Patch in tow and my dress hiked above my waist, Bash in my thoughts. Just before we come to the clearing where the cottage sits, I drop my dress despite Patch’s disapproving groan.
My pace must have slowed because he zips past me. I quickly catch up. We round the house to find Mack sitting on the long porch on a heavy, wooden chair with a beer in his hand, bare feet propped on a wooden stump. He seems darker and more mysterious from being shadowed by the overhanging roof. He’s bare-chested and his faded, low-rise jeans have tears in both knees.
“Do you want a beer?” he asks while wearing that same sexy crooked smile that used to make the girls fall at his feet.
“I’d love one,” I reply.
“Get me one too,” Patch adds before Mack slips into the house.
“What’s the matter, your moonshine burning a hole in your gut?”
“Keep mouthing off, slut, and I’ll put something in that yap to shut you up,” Patch says as he winks. He points to a chair across from the one Mack was sitting in.
I sit and lean back, closing my eyes for a moment to fully appreciate the warmth of the sun on my face. Beneath the canopy of trees is much cooler than here in the clearing. When I open them, Mack is standing in front of me handing me a beer. I take it and smile, noticing that his hair is wet from a recent shower. He smells nice too.
“Thank you.” The beer is cold and satisfying as it flows down my throat.
Mack sits back in his chair while Patch walks into the house, the screen door slamming closed behind him. He looks at the peaks my nipples have formed in my dress and licks his lips slowly. His eyes lift to mine as he takes a long swig of his beer. I haven’t looked away from him yet.
“So, you want to experience a cock in your ass. Is that right?” He’s very blunt.
I fight my habit of playing shy. “I’ve never tried it, but it comes highly recommended by some of my friends. No one has ever wanted to do that with me.”
He grunts, his eyebrows furrowing into a scowl. “You’re not the type of girl to have random sex with two men in one day. What’s gotten into you, other than my brother’s dick I’m assuming?”
I shrug and clear my throat to eradicate the puff of cotton that seems to be looming. “I feel as though I’ve missed out on so much of what life has to offer. People are always telling me about their wild sexual experiences in college, but I don’t have anything to boast about. The men I’ve been with have been rather boring.”
“So, you came to visit my brother?”
“Not specifically.” I take a long drink of beer, nearly finishing it. I elaborate when he doesn’t say anything. “You boys have always been off limits to me. For years, my parents have been warning me to stay away from all three of you. I’ve heard some stories through the rumor mill about you guys being hot lays. So, I thought I’d start walking this way and see if I’d run into one of you.”
As Patch opens the screen door, he says, “She wants to be very, very bad for only one day. Today. I promised her we would let her be as bad as she wants to be. But this little woman has it in for our baby brother.”
“Well, they are closest in age,” Mack adds.
I whisper, “Yeah, but he’ll never want me after I’ve had his brothers inside me.”
“Is that a joke?” Mack snickers.
“No guy wants a girl who slutted herself out to his brothers. Life doesn’t work that way.” I set my empty beer bottle down on the chunk of tre
e they use as a table. “So, are we doing this? If I sit here any longer, I’ll either get too drunk to give my consent or lose my nerve and run away, regretting that decision for the rest of my life.”
I don’t wait for his response. I stand and walk past Patch, then pull the screen door open and walk into their house before either of them even gets to their feet. It’s cleaner than I had expected, considering three men live here.
The cabin is made from long logs which gives it a rustic appearance, but the furniture is what draws my attention. Everything is made from trees that were plucked from the surrounding acreage and built by hand. Even the bed frame I can see through the open door of one of the bedrooms is made from immature tree trunks. I love this house!
I’m startled when a thick hand slides into mine. Mack is looking back at me with eyes more tender than I have ever known them to be while leading me toward the bedroom. He guides me into a large bedroom.
Mack lifts my chin and smiles at me. He brushes a stray lock of hair from my cheek, tucking it gently behind my ear. My knees are shaking and I’m taking deep breaths to help me remain calm.
“I’ll be gentle with you, especially since this is your first time. I don’t want to hurt you. You’ll need to tell me if you’re in pain or if you want me to stop for any reason. At first, it’ll feel uncomfortable. Stay calm and relaxed, I’ll move slowly. As your ass stretches, you’ll start to enjoy it more and more.”
“Trust me, if I don’t like it, I’ll definitely speak up,” I assure him.
His lips press to mine just once. “Take off your dress.”
I wish I had drunk another beer. I came here to get fucked in the ass and that’s what I’m going to do. Off goes my dress. I stand before him completely nude while he casually undresses, not giving my body so much as a glance. Mack pulls open a dresser drawer and takes a small bottle out before pushing it closed. He ushers me to the bed and asks me to lie on my back. I do as he asks.
“Do you enjoy receiving oral sex?” he whispers seductively.
“Of course. It feels good, after all.”
“Did my brother cum inside you?”
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