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  I moaned at the feel of something inside my pussy. It burned a little, for his finger was big and I was a virgin.

  “Dripping,” he said before pulling his finger out.

  I felt empty. Wiggling my hips, I hoped he’d take my hint and put his finger back in.

  A hand came down on my bottom. Not harder than before, just… different. “We say how and when, sweetheart. You want my finger back?”

  “Oh yes,” I moaned. I wanted to clench down on it, pull it into me.

  When it returned, it wasn’t where I expected. The slick tip pressed against the darkest of places. I stiffened, but a hand settled on my bottom as the finger swirled about.

  “By your response to Sully’s finger pressing against your tight asshole, we can assume you never saw a woman get her ass fucked?” Parker asked.

  I shook my head, focusing on the odd sensations Sully’s finger wrought. He wasn’t rough, but gentle and yet insistent. I dropped my head between my hands, my forehead resting on the cool leather. I glanced through my parted thighs and saw Sully’s strong legs.

  The finger retreated, and I sighed, but then it returned, slick and cold. This time, his pressure was more insistent, but still gentle, pressing and opening me.

  I gasped as he slowly pushed into me.

  “Relax. Let me in. Good girl. Another deep breath. Yes, like that. See? Your ass opened right up for me.”

  My fingers clawed at the leather ottoman as Sully gained entrance. I was stretched and the tip of his finger filled me. It didn’t hurt, but was uncomfortable.

  “Why? Why would you want to—”

  Wondering why they’d think I’d want a finger inserted there, I began to ask them just that, but instead of a verbal response, Sully pulled his finger back just a touch and where his finger stroked, it came alive. A tingling flare of heat had me crying out, and quite loudly.

  Sully chuckled, then worked his finger back in. Since I was eager for it, I was relaxed and he slipped a touch deeper than before, only to retreat.

  “Yes!” I cried. “Oh dear lord, yes.”

  Sweat broke out across my skin and my need to come went from a warmth to a raging fire throughout my body.

  “This is just the tip of my finger fucking your ass, sweetheart. Imagine if it were my cock,” Sully said, slowly moving his finger in and out.

  “I’m going to come,” I warned. It was like a steam train, unable to stop.

  “Oh no,” Parker warned. “Your punishment is to hold off your pleasure. You are not allowed to come. Sully’s going to spank you ten times and you’ll count each one.”

  His hand came down and I heard the loud crack before I felt the burn of it. But that didn’t register in my mind as much as his finger in my ass slid in even deeper. I moaned, so woefully and desperately. How did it feel so good?

  “Count, Mary,” Sully said.

  “One,” I breathed, rubbing my heated cheek against the leather.

  Spank!

  Sully’s finger pulled almost out of my ass and I saw colorful lights behind my eyelids.

  “Two!”

  Spank!

  His finger slid in even deeper.

  Spank after spank, I counted. Spank after spank, Sully worked his finger in and out of my ass.

  My body was desperate to come. The need to let go, to give over to the sheer bliss of it, was my every thought. It was a painful pleasure. Sweet pain that made my nipples harden, my clit ache. Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.

  I counted and willed my need back, just enough so that when I whimpered, “Ten,” I was on the very brink.

  Sully pulled his finger completely from me.

  “No! Please, no,” I cried. I didn’t want his finger to stop.

  With an arm about my waist, Sully lifted me into his arms as I watched Parker lie down on the large ottoman, his head and back resting comfortably, his legs extended off and his knees bent so his feet rested on the floor. His cock jutted straight toward the ceiling, clear fluid beading at the narrow slit.

  Sully lowered me so my knees were on either side of Parker’s waist, my pussy hovering directly over his cock.

  “Time to give yourself to us,” Parker said, his cock in hand. He stroked himself, the flesh red and swollen and angry looking. “Ever seen a woman ride a man’s cock?”

  I nodded, biting my lip.

  “Settle yourself down on Parker’s cock,” Sully ordered. “Take him nice and deep.”

  Bending my knees, I felt the flared head nudge my pussy and slip over my slick folds. I shifted, then settled, as his cock nudged my entrance.

  “He’s so big,” I murmured, feeling pussy lips part. My ass tingled from Sully’s finger and my body so desperate to come. The idea of this large cock filling me, tearing my maidenhead wasn’t even scary.

  “I am, sweetheart. I’m going to fill you right up,” Parker grinned.

  I pressed down on him and he slid in one delectable inch at a time. He was stretching me, filling me and I gasped.

  “Ah, there it is, the last barrier between us,” he growled.

  I winced at the sharp bite of pain as his cock nudged that thin membrane.

  “It’s time to make you mine. Ours.”

  Sully came up behind me, put a hand gently on my shoulder as I felt his slick finger once again at my ass. The combination of the cock halfway inside me, teasing me and Sully’s finger had me shaking.

  “When we fill you up, you have permission to come,” Sully murmured. I saw Parker glance over my shoulder at Sully.

  Putting his hands on my hips, Parker thrust up as he pulled me down. At the same time, Sully’s slick finger slid up and into my ass.

  The pain of Parker’s cock breaking my maidenhead, his cock opening my pussy up, the heated sting of my bottom and Sully’s finger deep in my ass coalesced into this swirl of painful pleasure so brilliantly bright that I saw white behind my eyelids. I came then, my back bowed and my head tossed back, my scream of pleasure escaping. I couldn’t hold it back. I couldn’t hold anything back. I writhed and shifted, panted and cried as I came.

  Nothing, nothing prepared me for how this felt. I was lost, tossed into the wind and battered. I couldn’t control it, couldn’t hold on to anything, but I knew I was safe. The feel of Parker’s hands gripping my hips and Sully’s hand on my shoulder were my anchors, holding me in place and allowing me to let go while I knew they’d catch me. They’d keep me safe.

  Slowly, I returned to myself. The men had held themselves still as I came, Parker’s cock throbbing and pulsing inside me, Sully’s finger insistent and deep.

  Opening my eyes, I looked down at Parker. His cheeks were flushed, his neck muscles corded.

  “That, sweetheart, is punishment.”

  A wicked grin spread across his face and I couldn’t help but smile.

  “You’ll be punished when you disobey, but we promise that you’ll be rewarded after.”

  I fell onto his chest, the fabric of his shirt scratchy against my sensitive nipples. “I’m so tired,” I murmured.

  “Oh no, you don’t.” With gentle hands, he pushed me back up so I sat astride again, his cock shifting within.

  “It’s Parker’s turn, Mary,” Sully said. “Take his cock for a ride.”

  Sully’s finger was still inside me and I clenched down. Both men groaned. I felt powerful in that moment. Sated, sweaty and wonderfully powerful.

  Glancing over my shoulder, I looked at Sully. “But… but your finger.”

  He lifted his eyebrows and smiled wickedly. “Get used to having something fill your ass.”

  What did he mean by that exactly?

  “But—”

  “Do we know what’s best for you?” he asked.

  “Yes, but… something there, often?”

  He pulled his finger back slightly, then pumped it into me, his other fingers bumping against my spanked bottom.

  “Yes.” That’s all he said about the matter. “Fuck Parker’s cock.”

  I
wanted to move, my pussy eager, so I pushed off my knees and raised up. Parker’s cock slid over my inner walls and made me gasp. At the same time, I came up off of Sully’s finger, but not completely. I was still open for him, too.

  Lowering myself, I felt them go deep.

  I tossed my head back as the pleasure returned. No pain, no discomfort from the loss of my virginity. I didn’t know how I could want more pleasure after my first orgasm, but my body was warm and limber and ready all over again. My clit rubbed against Parker’s lower belly and I shifted, squirming with having both my holes filled.

  “Let go and enjoy. Come whenever you want.”

  At Sully’s permission, I began to move. I remembered seeing the whores fucking men like this and I knew now why they enjoyed it so much. But none of them ever had a second man put a finger deep inside her ass so she was fucking herself in both holes. It was dark and carnal and wrong, and yet it felt wonderful.

  Sully and Parker did not think less of me for my wanton display. In fact, they pushed me into it, pushed me to discover and enjoy the most deviant of desires.

  That was all forgotten as instinct and a drive to another orgasm took over. I lifted and lowered, fucked myself on Parker’s cock. His fingers clenched my hips, but he let me move as I needed. Sully’s finger was insistent and went so deep each time, the sensations it brought about as I raised and lowered myself over the bumpy digit pushed me over the edge.

  I came again, clenching down, my inner walls rippling and pulsing.

  As I came, my hips stopped moving and I succumbed. Parker took over then, lifting and lowering me as his hips thrust up, his turn to use me for his own pleasure. His breath came in deep pants, his pace uneven as his need took over. I felt him swell and thicken inside of me before he thrust so deep I felt him bump my womb. As he came, he groaned. I came then, a gentle, rolling pleasure at the feel of his hot seed pulsing into me.

  This time, when I fell forward onto his chest, he wrapped his arms about me, stroked my slick back.

  As Parker caught his breath, as I lay limp and replete, Sully gently slipped his finger free and I whimpered. I heard him shuck his clothes and saw them fall to the floor beside me.

  The flesh on flesh stroking sound had me turn my head slightly and I watched as a naked Sully stroked his very eager cock.

  “Sully’s turn, sweetheart,” Parker murmured. “Look at that cock. He needs you. He needs your pussy.”

  Parker gripped me as he sat up, then shifted and placed me on my back just as he’d been.

  Standing, he put his spent cock back in his pants.

  Sully stepped up to the edge of the ottoman, took hold of my ankles and slid me down the length of it so my bottom was at the edge. The sore skin tingled against the cool leather.

  While intense, Sully had always been gentle with me. Even his finger had probed my ass in an almost delicate way. But now, now he was keeping his inner beast at bay with the thinnest of threads. His body was coated in a sheen of sweat. His face was flushed, his lips a thin line. The veins in his temple pulsed and his cock dripped fluid onto the wood floor.

  Seeing him this way had me eager. I’d made him this way. While the judge had been afraid of Sully, I was the one who reduced the outlaw to his basest of beings.

  “Pull your knees back. Wider. Hold them like that.”

  I positioned myself as Sully commanded. I liked the sharp bite of his voice, doing as he wanted. I knew now that while he would do what he wished with me, I’d come, too. I was sure of it.

  Placing one knee on the floor, then the other, he knelt between my spread thighs. He was at the perfect height to have his cock lined up with my pussy. Without any preamble, he pushed right in on one long stroke. He went deeper than Parker, if that were even possible. Perhaps it was the angle, perhaps it was because his cock was longer, but I felt every thick inch.

  He took me hard, his need was that great. Eyes on my pussy, he watched as his cock disappeared inside me and came back out coated in a mixture of my arousal and Parker’s seed.

  “We’re one now, Mary. Your pussy, Parker’s seed, my cock. I’m going to fill you up, too. Our seed’s going to drip from you all night, make you all nice and wet to take you again.”

  He told me what he was going to do, how he was going to fuck me, how Parker was going to take me as he plunged into me.

  Parker knelt beside the ottoman and cupped my breasts, played with them, tugged on the nipples as Sully didn’t stop. I bowed my back and held onto my knees as Sully came, pushing me into one last orgasm. Like Parker, I felt his seed fill me, felt the hot spurts coat my pussy. I was marked by both of them and I loved that almost Neanderthal concept.

  Our deep breaths were all we could hear; the scent of fucking, thick and pungent, filled the air. I was a sweaty, sticky mess and felt sore and used and… well fucked.

  As Sully pulled out, I felt their combined seed start to trickle from me.

  Sully’s hand cupped my pussy. “That’s a gorgeous sight, sweetheart. Your pussy, all swollen and well used, our seed dripping from it.”

  Parker’s fingers joined Sully’s, rubbing their seed over me, working it back into me. “We don’t want you to lose a drop.”

  Parker smiled at me as their hands moved over my most intimate of places. “And you thought you weren’t ready.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  MARY

  I soaked in a tub filled with steaming water in the washroom, eyes closed. The scent of rose came from the bars of soap and oils tucked into a copper basket hooked on the side of the copper tub. Copper. Most likely pulled from my father’s mine.

  The brothel was quiet this early in the morning; all the patrons had been satisfied and sent on their way, all the women sleeping off their night of work. It was the perfect time to ease all of my new aches and pains. Not pains, but I was definitely sore. I couldn’t help the grin that stretched across my face remembering exactly how I got that way.

  “It was that good?”

  I opened my eyes to see Chloe standing in the doorway. She wore just a simple white shift and a shawl about her shoulders. She grinned at me and waggled her eyebrows.

  “It was… better than good.” I tried to think of an appropriate adjective, but there was none. I doubted my childhood tutor could think of a word appropriate for how a woman feels after being fucked by two men.

  Chloe came in and closed the door behind her, careful to let the door latch as quietly as possible.

  “I am amazed your men let you out from beneath them.”

  I grabbed a bar of soap, played with it, let it slip through my fingers. “They stirred, of course.”

  “Of course,” she giggled, moving to sit on a short stool, her knees tucked up to her chest. Her red hair was plaited into a thick braid that fell over her shoulder, a simple blue ribbon at the bottom.

  “But they understood my interest in a bath.”

  “I bet they did. You have all the luck. Not one beautiful cowboy, but two. And Shooter Sullivan, in bed.” She sighed then. “I bet his weapon is mighty powerful.”

  I rolled my eyes at her innuendo.

  “That other man, Benson? I have more reason why you shouldn’t have married him.”

  At the mention of his name, I shifted, the water sloshing toward the edge of the tub. “Oh?”

  “One of my men last night is his foreman.” Chloe walked over to the tub, leaned forward and put her hand by her mouth as if to tell me a secret. “The mine, there’s no copper. The vein’s run dry.”

  My eyes widened. “Dry?”

  I couldn’t believe it. The man spent money as if it came from a well and he just pumped it up out of the ground. If his mine was dry, he certainly wasn’t behaving as if he were in trouble.

  She bit her lip, then nodded. “Enough about that little shit. Tell me everything about last night.”

  I poked a bubble on the water’s surface. “What?”

  “Mary Millard,” she started, then giggled again. “I mean, Mary Su
llivan, you were a virgin last night and your first time was with two men. I’ve never even been with two men and I’m a two-bit whore in Butte.”

  I narrowed my eyes at her. “You are much more than a two-bit whore,” I admonished.

  “And as I said before, I’ve never been with two men.” She leaned forward, full of eagerness on her flushed cheeks. “I want to know all the details.”

  “I don’t know what to tell you, for I have no other experience for comparison.”

  Chloe was contemplative. “True. Then I shall ask you questions that you must answer.”

  I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to share. It was one thing for me to peek into other people’s sexual escapades, another for me to delve into mine, even as minimal as they were.

  “First of all, you are no longer a virgin, correct?”

  “That’s correct.” That was a safe question. I’d married two dominant, virile men. There wasn’t a chance I was making it through my wedding night without it being consummated.

  “Did they both fuck you?”

  I could see my breasts beneath the water, my nipples soft, but I remembered how hard they were when Parker took one, then the other, in his mouth.

  “Yes.”

  “Together?” Her question was full of amazement.

  I shook my head. I’d piled my hair up on top of my head with a few pins, but the curls swung about my face and neck. “They said I wasn’t ready, that I needed to be trained.”

  “Mmm,” she replied thoughtfully.

  “Chloe.” I had a question for her, but was afraid to ask. But I took a deep breath, for perhaps she was the only person I could ask. “In this context, what does it mean to be trained?”

  She pushed her legs out straight in front of her. “Your men are thoughtful lovers. They want to fuck your ass, but it’s probably really tight.”

  I flicked my gaze at her, then looked away. I offered a sheepish nod, for this discussion about such a private part of my body made me horribly uncomfortable, but I wanted her to continue.

  “Your ass—not you—needs to be trained, to be slowly stretched so that it can take a cock without hurting you.”

  “Oh.” I thought of Sully’s finger and how he’d used that to train me.