“You were with Bash Bear.”
“H-how do you ... what makes you think I was...” I look toward the trail that I just came from to see if he followed me into the clearing.
“I saw you with him. The trees aren’t as thick and bushy as you might have thought. Besides, I heard him laughing as you came into the clearing. Don’t worry; like I said, I’m not upset. You’re an adult and can do as you please. Your father would disagree, however, so let’s keep this between us.”
“Um, okay. I’m ... ah,” I’m stumbling to find the right thing to say.
I had no idea my mother was so liberated in her new way of thinking. She’s always hissed the Bear name when she spoke of them. Perhaps it’s my father who doesn’t like them and not my mother at all. I must be looking at her with a confused expression because she smiles.
“I had a flat tire up the road about three years ago. The rain was pouring in sheets and it was hard to see ten feet in front of me. I pulled over and got out of the car. I had the car up on the jack, but the wind was blowing and I was afraid the jack wouldn’t hold. Just as I was about to take the spare from the trunk, Patch came walking up. I hadn’t noticed that he’d pulled up and stopped behind my car. As I said, it was raining heavily. He lowered the jack and tossed it back into the trunk of my car. He walked me to his car and opened the door. I climbed in and sat. Water was dripping from my hair and I was shivering. He started to drive me home but the big oak tree that used to be at the bend had fallen and blocked the road, so he took me to his house. I wasn’t afraid of him like I thought I should be. He gave me some dry clothes and offered me a hot shower, but I only took the clothes. He made us some tea and we sat at his kitchen table and talked while the storm passed. He earned my respect that day. Since then, we’ve chatted in passing.”
“Did you tell Daddy?”
Her eyes widen. “Oh no! You can’t tell him either!”
“I won’t, I promise.”
“So, you see, it’s all right by me if you want to spend time at their place. I don’t know the other boys but if Patch raised them, I’m sure they’re respectful men. Are they?”
“Yes, they are. I got to know each one of them today,” I’m not lying, “and they all were very good to me.” Again, I’m telling the truth.
“You like Bash, then?”
I can feel my face flushing. “Yes, I’ve always liked Bash.”
“I know. Moms always know.”
Chapter 5
After dinner, I help tidy up and then soak my sore pussy and ass in the clawfoot bathtub filled to the rim with hot water, Epsom salts, and lavender oil. I breathe in the calming scent, but I’m too wound up for it to take effect. Picturing all three of them naked might have something to do with its failure.
Afterward, I slip on a nightie and flop on my twin-sized bed, checking my phone to see if one of them has called but then remember that they don’t have my number so it would be a small miracle if they had. I close my eyes for a moment and picture Bash Bear waiting at the end of his long driveway where the school bus would stop to collect him. My heart always beats a little faster when we rounded that corner and I’d see him hop off the huge tree stump wearing rip-knee jeans and a simple t-shirt with his backpack slung over one shoulder. He used to wear Mack’s hand-me-downs until he grew taller than him.
I open my eyes and search my list of contacts for “Lover” and press the green dial icon. It rings only once before he answers.
“Hello, sexy woman. It took you awhile to miss me. I was wondering if you were ever going to call.”
“It’s only been two hours!”
“Yes, but I missed you. Mack said he wanted to put you up on the table and eat your pussy and ass for dessert but you left too soon. He said his tongue is lonely now. Come back! I’ll meet you in the woods and bring you to our house for the night. I’ll make sure you get back before sunrise. You might be exhausted by then, but I’ll carry you home if I have to.”
“That’s an intriguing thought, but I’m going to have to pass.”
He pulls the phone away from his mouth. “Hey Mack, she said she doesn’t want your worthless, dried-up, abrasive tongue.” He laughs.
“Hey! His tongue is marvelous,” I whisper, hoping my parents don’t hear me.
“Should I tell Patch you don’t want his lame cock inside of you?”
“Um, no!”
“So, you do want his cock?”
“I ... wait, you’re putting words in my mouth!”
“Words, cocks ... you choose,” he jokes.
“What?”
“You said I was putting words in your mouth so you can either have words or cocks in your mouth. You choose.”
“Smartass! I can’t win with you, can I?”
“Sure you can! You can win over and over again but you have to be here for us to make that happen.”
“That’s not going to be possible tonight.” I hear his exasperated exhale. “Did you know that Patch helped my mom with a flat tire and they had a lengthy conversation? I wonder if it went any further than that.”
“He can be very seductive and irresistible, so I’ve heard.” He pulls the phone away from his mouth again. “Hey, Patch! So you banged Goldie’s mom?”
I hear mumbling in the background and then Bash start laughing.
“What did he say?”
“He’s just teasing. Nothing happened between your mom and Patch. Can you picture it though? Your mom sprawled on the kitchen table while Patch nails her? Shit, I think I just grossed myself out.”
“Eww!” I shake my head to remove the thought from my mind. “Keep talking like that and I’ll never be in the mood for sex again!”
“Oh shit! We don’t want that. I’ll shut up. So, how did you find this out?”
“She told me after she said she saw me with you in the woods.” Silence follows. “It’s okay, she’s not upset. That’s when she told me about her chance meeting with Patch.”
“What did your father say about us?”
“He doesn’t know about Patch and my mom, or you and me. He wouldn’t even try to understand.”
“Okay, enough about your parents, my cock has gone soft. I much prefer to have it stiff with you being the cause. Tell me how many times you orgasmed today.”
“Why, so you can jack off to my voice?”
“Yes, exactly,” he replies with a chuckle.
“No phone sex. I think I’ve had enough new experiences for one day, thank you. However, I was considering coming to visit you tomorrow around noon. Mom wants to go shopping but said it’s okay if I’d rather be with you. My father will be at work all day so she won’t have to make up a cover story to tell him. If I simply walk away from the house, she won’t know for sure where I’m going if he should care to ask her where I’ve been all day. Mom doesn’t like to lie to my dad.”
“We’d love to have you.”
“We, or you?”
He chuckles. “You know I want you always. The guys would love to borrow you if playing with them is something you’d like to do again.”
“This sharing me idea will take some time to get used to,” I confess.
“The option is there but not expected, and nobody would throw a temper tantrum if you don’t want to play with them. Well, that’s not completely true. Mack will whine like a toddler, but give him some cookies and he’ll get over it soon enough.”
“If the mood hits...” I don’t finish my words because my pussy tightens at the thought of having all three of them naked and available at the same time. But then I wonder if I could even handle three men simultaneously invading my body.
“What’s on your mind? You fell quiet all of a sudden.”
“Um, nothing. I was just thinking.” Again I pause too long.
“Thinking what?”
“Never mind, I don’t think I could handle it anyway. Okay, so I’ll stop in tomorrow. I’m not sure when exactly.”
“Text me when you’re getting ready to leave
and I’ll meet you halfway.”
“You don’t have to do that. I know my way around the forest.”
“I know you do, but I’m a gentleman.”
“Good night, Bash. Tell the boys I said to sleep tight.”
“Goldie says to sleep tight.” He pauses then laughs.
“What did they say?”
“Mack is in his room with the door shut now, but Patch said he’ll sleep nice and relaxed tonight after giving you a good fucking.”
“I doubt Patch will be relaxed since he didn’t get to ejaculate.” I’m glad he’s not here to see me blushing.
He tells him what I said and then relays his reply. “Patch said he jerked off when he watched Mack fuck that sweet ass of yours, and that he’ll be dreaming about the many ways he’d like to use your body.”
“He did? I didn’t know that,” I reply, taking a few seconds to imagine him fucking his fist. “So, were you watching Patch jerk off?”
“Um, no! I don’t prefer to watch my brother jerk off. He was standing behind me while I put my fingers in your pussy.”
“You don’t think it’s weird to have your hand that close to your brother’s cock?”
“I promise I didn’t touch him. We’re close but not that close. We drew that line in the sand a long time ago.”
“I never understood that reference, ‘drawing a line in the sand,’ because sand is always shifting.”
“Okay then, we drew that line in cement.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night Bash.”
“Good night, lovely Goldie.”
I hang up and then go downstairs to sit with my parents in the living room and join them in the silence as we each read for a while. After an hour and I’ve read the same page three times, I decide to go to bed. I’ll need my sleep because I might require a lot of energy for tomorrow.
Chapter 6
The sun is beaming too brightly for my tired eyes so early in the morning. The weatherman is calling for a severe storm in the early afternoon. I’ve been lying awake in bed for about an hour but I keep closing my eyes so I can better imagine the Bear brother’s sexy eyes. If I look too eager to start my day by primping myself now, Dad will question my enthusiasm. Besides, it’s too early to head over to the Bear house. I don’t want to come across as being overzealous.
The seductive scent of coffee drifts into my nostrils, revving up my brain and urging me out of bed. I flip onto my back and recall the dream I had last night where I was looking into Bash’s eyes while he was inside my pussy. One of the brothers was fucking my ass at the same time, but I’m not sure which one. I didn’t want to tear my eyes away from Bash’s loving gaze long enough to find out.
I sit up, stretch and yawn. As I walk to the door and pull it open, my nightie unravels. This is when I take notice of how dripping wet my pussy is. I quickly make my way to the bathroom to pee and clean myself up before heading to the kitchen to suck back half a pot of coffee.
The instant after Dad’s car disappears down the driveway, my mom asks, “So what time are you heading over to the Bear house?”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you today? We could make it a girl’s day.”
“No, love. I want you to go have fun with your new teddy bear.”
“Ha ha! I like the play on words, Mom. But are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. I want you to have fun with Bash. Let your hair down for once, Goldilocks. You’re always so held together. Don’t think I didn’t notice how lazy and relaxed you seemed when you came home after being with that young man. I don’t want to know what he did that led you there, I just want to see you happy. You were happy yesterday with him. You were never like that with anyone you’ve dated. It looks good on you.” She brushes a lock of hair off my shoulder and then smiles while her eyes admire my face. “Yes, definitely more beautiful now.”
“Thank you. I take after you.”
“Hmm, maybe, but I can’t take all the credit. When can you be ready?”
“I’ll need a shower before I go.”
“If you can be ready in fifteen minutes, I’ll drive you. Otherwise, you’ll have to walk.”
“I won’t be ready by then. You go ahead. I enjoy the hike anyway.”
“All right, bring the whistle with you.”
“It’s extremely rare to run into an actual bear but I’ll bring the whistle anyway.”
Mom jokes, “The Bear brothers look scarier than any bear I’ve ever seen.”
“Well, Patch looks scary. Mack and Bash look dangerous but in a seductive way.”
“Is there something you aren’t telling me?”
“What?” Does she somehow know that I’ve had all three of them inside my body? No, there’s no way she could know that.
“Have a great day. I’ll see you for dinner?” She poses that statement more like a question, but I know better than to be late.
“I’ll be here, or I’ll call in advance.”
“If you don’t, your father will question your whereabouts.”
“I know. I’ll keep tabs on the time.”
After my shower, I skip the bra and panties, choosing to slip on a halter top and a free-flowing short skirt. As soon as my hair is pulled into a high ponytail, I give my reflection a once over in the mirror and head off to the Bear residence.
I didn’t text Bash to let him know I was on my way because I know how to get there and decide to surprise him instead. He needs to realize I’m a strong woman who doesn’t need a male escort. This forest is where I grew up. I know it well and enjoy the solitude its foliage provides.
I’m lost in thought about the possible coming events when the sound of a cracking branch nearby startles me back to reality. My feet halt in place. All I can hear is the thunderous pounding of my heart. I scan left and right, trying to hear every sound that isn’t typical of the lonely forest.
I hear it again and spin around to look behind me. My eyes are wide as they peer into the dark shadows cast by the roots of the fallen trees, each one taking on the shape of a rather large bear. I suddenly regret not bringing the whistle. I can picture my mother yelling at me while I lie dead in a casket. My fucking heart is so goddamn loud!
The noise has stopped. I should continue the trek to the Bear house making double time, keeping my senses more aware of my surroundings. I take a deep breath while scanning the area one more time. Nothing is moving that shouldn’t be but my knees are shaking.
I spin and slam face first into something hard. A scream lodges in my throat but the hard landing on my backside jerks it loose. I hear running behind me but my legs are like cooked pasta noodles with no strength to lift my body. I can’t run away from whatever is after me.
A large human hand grabs my forearm, yanking me to my feet. My mouth is suddenly covered by another hand, muffling my screams. I open my eyes to see Patch, blurry and standing in front of me with a wickedly sexy sneer.
“Do you want to play rough, Goldilocks?”
My heart is on fire from trying to break itself free from my chest. My glare should alert him that I’m not impressed with them having hunted me, but he doesn’t seem to care in the least. I’m furious that he gave me such a start and I want him to know it. I can’t turn to see who’s holding me hostage because I’m not able to spin my head. It is held back against a strong chest by a hand over my mouth. My right arm has been pulled behind me and is being restrained unnecessarily high. When I groan in protest, it’s lowered but not released.
“I asked you a question, Goldilocks, and I expect an answer,” Patch says with a deep and seductive voice.
My anger is subsiding and I can think clearer now that my adrenaline isn’t flooding my brain. I nod my head slowly. My curiosity about what they have planned for me has my pussy tightening. I’m desperate to know who’s behind me, but sort of hoping the answer isn’t revealed until after I’m fucked by the stranger. The uncertainty has my nipples pressing hard against my soft cotton halter top.
> “He’s going to release your mouth and you’re not going to scream. Are you? It doesn’t matter if you do, nobody will hear you this far into the woods.” I try to say that I won’t, but my voice halts behind the hand. “Have you ever had a rape fantasy?”
I shrug my shoulders. I have but saying it out loud seems wrong. Too many women and men are raped, so a fantasy of it happening to me shouldn’t be arousing even if it’s only a game. I don’t want anyone to have sex with me without my consent, but the idea of someone I’m willing to play with taking me while I play the helpless victim sounds rather thrilling.
“We don’t often call it rape because rape refers to non-consensual sex and we’d gladly destroy someone for doing that. Nobody would ever find their body. But, back to what I was saying. We call it consensual non-consent. That means that we pretend it’s against your will, but you have a safeword in case it gets too hairy for you. Are you willing to play along?”
I nod my head.
“Red will be the word that makes everything stop immediately. If you say it, we will let you go, and no one will touch you in a sexual manner after that. Do you understand?” I nod. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
MY ARMS ARE PULLED around in front of me by the man at my back. They’re held together while Patch begins skillfully wrapping a thick rope around them in a rather appealing design. He ties it off. The hands release my arms, giving me the opportunity to turn but Patch tugs the rope, redirecting my attention. I step forward with a nervous giggle. I’ve never been bound before. It’s scary and that makes it seem so taboo. I seem to like taboo lately.
The rope is looped around an overhanging tree branch and pulled taut. My body is stretched tall. My boots rest comfortably on the mossy foliage, but my arms are raised high over my head. I can’t go anywhere. Again, nervous laughter.
Patch smirks and then grasps my top, pulling it up to expose my breasts. He lifts it until it covers my eyes. I can’t see anything but the rope keeps me from losing my balance and toppling over. My skirt is yanked down, and each boot is lifted until the material and boots are freed from my body. My bare feet rest on the cushioned layer of soft moss. I remain nude, blind, and vulnerable for all to see.
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