Chapter One

 

I think the hardest use I ever got was from three cowboys I met on the trail. We were up by the Platte, looking to cross, when a herd showed up, being driven to Montana. These boys had been out on the trail six weeks already, and I could tell they were sorely missing the female touch. They kept staring at me, hoping to get a glimpse of an ankle, or maybe a squint down the top of my dress. I deliberately hitched my skirt up once or twice to make sure of their interest.

The people I was travelling with didn't know my profession. I had deliberately dressed respectable and used no face paint or perfume. Yet I knew my looks were enough to fan the cowboys' desire. After a while I sidled up to one of them and said to him in a low voice, "You boys got any money? Because if so I'll visit after sundown." He looked a little surprised. Clearly he hadn't taken me for a whore, just a pretty girl it was his good fortune to happen upon along the trail. But I could see I hadn't lessened his interest. I knew they would find some money.

The cowboys were camped a good deal away from us, and I had to wait till everyone had settled down for the night before I made my way stealthily towards them. The cowboys were all lying by the fire, under their blankets, but with their clothes on; it promised to be a cold night. I sat by one and began a conversation. First I asked how many of them were interested. I liked to get things settled in advance so there were no misunderstandings. I wanted them to know I wasn't in the hand of dishing out favours for free. He said, "I guess there's three of us. Depending on the fee." He said they could only pay ten dollars each. if they went separate. I didn't want to scare them off with too high prices, so I offered them a deal. "Ten dollars each if you're separate, but I'll take you all together for twenty-five. Nothing off limits," I added, by way of encouragement. As it proved, that was not exactly a mistake, but it certainly meant I earned my money. He said that was a reasonable offer and he crawled off to inform the other two who were up for it. Then we all moved away from the others, into the dark.

To say that these boys were hungry would be a gross understatement. In a moment I found myself lying on my back with three hard cocks hovering over me. I grabbed one and fed it into my mouth, leaving the other two guys to decide what they would do with the rest of me. It didn't take them long. They obviously figured a girl has three openings which interest a male. One was already occupied; they would make use of the other two. One lay down and pulled me on top; somehow I managed to retain the cock in my mouth during this manoeuvre. He hitched up my skirt; as usual, I wore nothing underneath; rich ladies had taken to wearing drawers under their skirts, but I hadn't yet graduated to that refinement. It didn't take him long to find my cunny; he lifted me on top, straddling him, and then lowered me, impaling me on his cock. It felt like a good one and, willing as I always was to combine business with pleasure, I looked forward to an agreeable time. But at that moment, I was pushed forward by the third cowboy so that I was bent over, pressing against the chest of the boy who had his cock in me. This in turn raised my loins, presenting my buttocks. The third boy knelt behind me and with a deft and skilled gesture spread them apart and guided his cock into the tightest of my holes. It was a close fit and I grunted, but I was in no position to resist even had I wanted to. Soon the two guys were synchronising their movements so that I was being ridden front and back, while the cowboy with his cock in my mouth continued to use me hard, holding my hair with his hands and turning me to the angle that best suited his purpose.

In that manner they fucked me for a while. I enjoyed being filled and though there was some awkwardness I nevertheless was getting well and truly rogered. I thought that at some point soon some or all of them would spend and fill me with their jism, and that would be the end of it. But I was mistaken. It seemed as if these boys were in for the night. They all managed to keep fucking for a good twenty minutes without conclusion, their cocks remaining rock-hard. Although I enjoy fucking as well as the next girl, and I dare say more than most, I was beginning to feel in need of some relief of the desire that was building in me. It is rare, indeed almost unheard of, that I reach a climax through the simple act of fucking, no matter how many cocks are at me. Indeed, I think the more cocks the less likely I will come, because each of them has a tendency to distract from the others. My preferred practice, if truth be told, is to wait until the man is finished and then lie beside him fingering myself. I never yet met a man who could please my cunny and my clit as well as I could myself. I tend to get irritated the longer they try. The only other method that works is if a man is in me from behind, and I am kneeling with my legs apart, thus giving me the chance to reach back and set my clit humming while his cock is still at work. But that was impossible in the present circumstances because with two cocks already occupying the space between my legs, things were a little crowded down there.

As I was wondering what to do, if they were not going to finish any time soon, they solved the problem for me, after a fashion. The two who were pleasuring themselves between my legs decided to swap over, each taking the other's place. This they managed to accomplish quite neatly, with a modicum of fuss, and with my co-operation. Suddenly, I had no particular desire to bring proceedings to a conclusion, rather renewing my enjoyment of the attention, since I had had no man since leaving the army fort some weeks ago. I am a lady who likes regular coition; I get restless without it, perhaps by habit, since in my profession there tends to be constant congress, or the supply of funds comes to a halt. Though it is also in my nature to require constant sexual satisfaction, I am perfectly capable of rendering it to myself if denied the company of men, but I confess this is always second-best to me. No dildo I have ever encountered can adequately substitute for a nice cock. Thus I was happy enough to resume my position, on all fours straddling one of the boys, albeit a different one.

The three cocks did not seem to be to have much in the way of distinguishing features, being all about average in size, and all knew how to go about their business. Thus I settled down to more fucking in all my holes, resumed with the same vigour as before. But soon I found once again that I would prefer a conclusion in the not distant future, so that I might obtain my own satisfaction. One might observe that since I was being paid for this service, I should not have been so focussed on my own pleasure. But I am not only a whore, I am a woman too, with needs, strong ones at that.

Eventually I decided to at least bring off the one who was fucking my mouth. I managed to work a hand clear and put it up to his cock, rubbing it at the same time as sucking it. This extra stimulation in due course did the trick, the boy coming in my mouth with a series of grunts, his jism being squirted down my throat in copious amounts, so that I almost choked. But I prided myself that early on in my career I had mastered the art of what is called deep-throating, where the cock can be pushed, even rammed, right to the back of the mouth and down the throat without the girl gagging. So I managed to absorb most of what he delivered without spilling much.

Having spent himself, the boy moved away and sat watching the efforts of his two companions as they thrust deeply into me. After a while he spoke. "Listen, you fellers," he said, "I paid as much as you guys, yet now you are still getting off and I have finished. I want some way to keep enjoying this."

I thought that the two fucking me were ignoring him, but after a while, to my surprise, they pulled out of me. I could see by the light of the fire that each cock was still rigid; they certainly hadn't finished. "How would you like her to rim you, Jackie?" one of them said to the one who had just ejaculated down my throat.

"I reckon that would be nice," he said.

"She can give all three of us some ass-work," the other said.

I was still feeling horny despite the energy I had expended, and the prospect of more weeks on the trail without male company loomed, so I was willing to be used some more. Jackie got himself in front of me. One of the others, called Griff, put me to him, pressing my face against his ass, telling me to lick his hole. This wasn't the first time I had performed such an act. Some people are shocked a woman should do such a thing; but there was little that shocked me or that I was reluctant to perform, so long as it held the prospect of pleasure and/or reward. As I knelt, my face between his buttocks, the other two positioned themselves alongside me, one on each side. They told me to take their cocks in my hands and stroke them, and also to explore their asses. "Get your finger in nice and deep and wriggle it around, girl," said Griff.

The four of us made a somewhat comical sight, perhaps, three of us kneeling in a row with me in the middle, the fourth in front, ass raised, head down. I knew that it was now within my power to induce the two either side of me to spurt out their stuff whenever I pleased. I was the one holding the reins, so to speak. But I decided to give them a while before I brought them off. I would relish my power, and tease them a little.

I bent to my task with Jackie, circling his asshole with the tip of my tongue, going round and round, then trying to push it in, though of course it wouldn't go far. I bent further forward and instead sucked on the hole. I heard him grunt; I knew from my own experience what a pleasing sensation that could be. I resumed the circling, teasing, round and round. Now I put each of my hands to the asses beside me, stroking the buttocks, squeezing, kneading them, then slowly inserted a finger into each one. I was pleased to get equal grunts of pleasure from them. I took the fingers out and sucked each one in turn, pausing my mouth from its labours with Jackie. I know some people will recoil from this. But I don't mind the taste of a man's asshole, even if it is not scrupulously clean (which is nigh impossible to achieve out on the prairie). Dirt is part of sex; those people who are too fastidious are going to miss an awful lot of pleasure. Then I pushed the fingers back in again, as deep as I could go, and moved them around inside, this way and that, so that each guy could feel the penetration.

I always think it's good for men to get their asses penetrated once in a while. We women endure a lot of penetration in our time, some pleasing, some not so much. It's not such a bad idea that a man experiences what it's like to have some intimate part of his body experience an insertion, as a change from inserting himself into a girl. I began to warm to my task, ramming my fingers into the two assholes as hard as I could, while continuing to offer Jackie plenty of pleasure with my tongue.

I began to be aware that the two guys on either side of me were now using their hands to augment the effect I was giving them by fingering their asses. Soon, I was sure, their cocks would be unable to hold back any further; they would spurt, spewing forth their thick, white semen. And that is what happened, the two more or less synchronising their ejaculations, their sperm erupting and discharging onto the ground. A moment later Jackie, with my tongue still working his ass, also ejaculated.

I sat up and looked down at the three men, apparently drained of their vital fluids, seemingly exhausted. I gave them all kisses and caresses, using both my mouth and my hands. They seemed almost comatose. After a while, I got up and made as if to leave.

"Tell me, lady," one of the men said, "have you ever seen three men fucking?"

I looked down at them and smiled. "Surely you are well and truly spent," I said. "There is no more vim left in you."

"Wanna bet?" the cowboy said. He reach across to one of his companions and started to suck his cock. As I watched, all three cocks were gradually brought back to life through sucking and stroking. I could tell these men had done such things before; they knew how the others' cocks responded, how to arouse them. Things got more animated. Jackie, the youngest, was put on all fours and one of the others mounted him from behind, forcing his cock into Jackie's ass. At the same time, the third one got in front of him and, grabbing Jackie by the hair, forced his head up. "Open, slut," he growled, and thrust his cock down Jackie's throat. I watched as they two older ones fucked him front and back. One of them turned to me. "Suck his cock," he ordered. Without for a moment thinking to disobey, I crawled under Jackie, took hold of his cock, nice and hard once again, and sucked it deep into my mouth. In this manner the three of us continued to use him, until at last Jackie came once more, shooting another load of sperm deep into my throat. I swallowed, as I generally like to do, then crawled out from under Jackie. Just at this moment the one who was buggering him withdrew at the moment of climax, and shot his load right into my face. The semen dribbled down my cheeks and chin. Some had gone in my eye and I wiped it free (it can sting if you are not careful). Some dribbled onto my lips and I licked it. The boy reached out and smeared the rest over my face. "Such a slut," he smiled.

Surely this must now be the end, I thought. I had been with enough men to know that there were limits to the number of times a man could orgasm during a session. These boys had already expelled more cum that I had seen from anyone.

"Don't go," said one of them, in a gracious manner.

I sat down among them, wondering what came next. They were nice to me, stroking, kissing, fingering me respectfully but enticingly, and I soon began to feel I should like one more climax before I left. Eventually I found myself on my back, with a cowboy sucking on each of my nipples and another lying between my legs, feeding on my cunny. It felt delicious, and I lay back luxuriating in so much attention, feeling my body becoming more and more aroused, and then the orgasm arrived, like a wave washing over me, lifting me up, making my whole body quiver with delight. I sank back with a sigh.

The result of this was, contrary to my expectations, the boys found more sexual energy from somewhere. Clearly licking and stroking my body had replenished their desires. If they wanted to fuck me just a little more, I was in the mood to be agreeable, and I lay back expecting one of them to mount me. But this was to be no slow, graceful finale. I saw that all three cocks were hard again, a remarkable feat of sexual stamina, given what had already transpired. And this time, it appears, it was to be an all-out assault. Two of them grabbed my feet, one of them each side, and pulled them back, as far as my shoulders, exposing my cunny. The third one sat on my face. I could taste and smell his ass, right on my mouth. Then, holding a belt, he leaned forward and began to slap it against my poor defenceless cunny. I yelled out to stop, that this was not included in the fee, but one of them reminded me that I had been rash enough to say specifically that nothing was off-limits. They were only taking me at my word. In any case, with his ass pressing down on my mouth, I could hardly speak more than a mumble.

The belt continued to lash down between my legs. I twisted and turned, but with three strong young men on me I stood no chance. The belt was heavy and it stung hard. But here I am going to let you into a secret. From early days I had always had some kind of inclination towards combining physical pleasure with pain. I never admitted this to anyone, and I did my best to hide it. Even when the fit overcame me and the desire to be hurt came upon me, I tried not to give in to the urge. I feared that if this perversion were to be discovered, unscrupulous men would seek to exploit it. Sex and pain are a strange combination. For a start, it is only certain kinds of pain that work sexually. If someone were to punch me in the eye, or kick me in the stomach, I should not find this in the least stimulating, no more so than a toothache. For me, the only kind of pain which can arouse me is, in the first place, something concussive, that is to say certain kinds of blows, preferably to my bottom, but on occasion to my breasts or thighs. Also being slapped on the face can in some circumstances induce excitement. Secondly, I can enjoy abuse of a certain kind to my breasts and particularly my nipples: pinching, twisting, biting, or tight bondage. But all these things have to be accompanied by an expression of domination, of authority and control. And this had in some sense to be granted, not simply enforced.

It's a complicated subject; suffice it to say that I now fell under the spell of these three men. My body had already been subjected to a prolonged bout of extremely rough sex, which had brought it to a high pitch of excitement, and although I had achieved relief in the form of orgasms, there was a deeper need which had not been reached. This now manifested itself in an urge for pain as well as pleasure, so that soon I was submitting to the lashes of the belt with something approaching orgasmic fervour. I called out to them that I needed to be fucked again, and, with my co-operation one got between my legs, pushed his cock into me and fucked me till he came. He was quickly replaced by a second boy, who also fucked me until my cunny was once more flushed with jism. Finally, the third boy, the one who had been sitting naked on my face, belabouring my cunny with his belt, also entered me and quickly added his contribution.

Eventually I stole away, before any of them should undergo another rebirth of his desire. The river was nearby and I took the chance to rinse off; there was jism everywhere, even in my hair. Then I crept cautiously back to where my companions were camped, though was slightly hampered by the effusions of the cowboys which were steadily trickling down the inside of my thighs. I managed to crawl into my blankets beneath one of the wagons without disturbing anyone. I certainly did not wish for any interrogations as to where I had been. The people of the wagon-train were god-fearing people and would undoubtedly have banished me as a godless harlot had they known what I had been up to. I would have been forced out of the wagon train and left alone on the prairie, a fearsome fate.