Cole grinned up at me, rubbing the tip of his cock through the mess spilling from my pussy. His shaft glistened with Dean’s spunk, his own precum leaking out thick and slow. The head rubbed over my clit and I gasped, thighs shaking.

I braced myself, reached down, spread my slick folds, and then slid down. His cock slid into me with that first rough plunge. I cried out, back arching. Dean’s cum squelched around the base of Cole’s prick, dripping out in fat, sticky trails over his balls, coating his thighs.

Cole groaned, hands gripping my hips as he held me down on him. “Jesus fuck, you’re messy.”

Behind me, Zeke moved closer. His cock twitched in my peripheral. He was flushed and wild-eyed, hand already stroking himself.

I leaned forward, tits pressing against Cole’s bra, and opened my mouth as Zeke climbed up on the mattress. His cock was right there, I grabbed the base and sucked him in, slow and wet. 

I was bouncing rapidly on Cole’s cock now, Cole thrusting up into me with every grind. Zeke fucked my mouth in shallow thrusts, tip dragging over my tongue, hips twitching. I was stuffed full again, cunt still leaking cum, mouth gagging on another thick cock.

I heard the sharp wet sound of spit hitting skin. A second later, Luis’s thick fingers were at my arse, slick and warm, pressing between my cheeks. He circled my tight hole with spit-slick fingertips, teasing, spreading the mess. My whole body jerked as I felt him rub small, firm circles against the clenched ring.

My moans turned to filthy gurgles around Zeke’s meat as Luis’s fingers pushed against my arsehole, one slipping in slowly. The stretch made my thighs tremble. My whole body tensed as he pushed deeper, working me open with patient, filthy care. More spit, another finger. My hole clenched and gave way, greedy now, lubed with spit, sweat, and sheer want.

Once he had two fingers in my arse and felt how easily I opened for him he pulled back, spat again, thick and wet, then lined himself up.

I felt the blunt, hot head of his cock press against my arsehole, thick and demanding. My breath caught around Zeke’s cock, still pumping in and out of my mouth, while Cole’s cock pulsed inside my cunt, buried to the hilt, balls tight against my soaking folds.

Then Luis pushed in. He drove forward, stretching me wide in one brutal push, thick cock forcing my tight arse to part for him. I cried out around Zeke’s shaft, gagging slightly as Luis bottomed out, hips flush against my arse.

My body locked up from the sudden pressure, the raw stretch of him stuffing my arse while I was already filled to bursting. I was choking on cock, impaled on Cole, and now split wide with Luis’s thick trunk stretching me from behind.

I moaned, loud and hoarse, spit dribbling down my chin as Zeke pulled back and let me catch a breath.

“Fucking hell, Jill,” he groaned, rubbing his cockhead across my lips. “You’re stuffed like a roast.”

All three of them still wearing their ridiculous lingerie, lace bras straining, knickers pushed aside or bunched under their balls. Luis’s mesh thong was stretched over his arse, straps digging into his waist as he slammed into my arse again, harder this time, rhythm syncing with Cole’s cock pounding up into my cunt.

Each thrust pushed me forward onto Zeke’s cock, which I swallowed down eagerly. My mouth worked him deep, spit bubbling out the corners, tongue dragging over the ridge on every pull.

Every thrust shook the bed, moans and groans mixing with the wet slap of bodies, the slap of balls, the choked curses and the creak of the bunk springs. My cunt clenched around Cole’s cock, desperate for release. My arsehole spasmed on Luis’s meat, the pressure intense, raw and perfect. My throat flexed around Zeke’s cock, spit pooling at the corners of my mouth as I pumped the base of zeke’s shaft with may hand.

I could barely think. Could barely breathe. All I could do was feel. My thighs started to shake.

The orgasm built to it’s tantilising peak. It snapped up from my cunt like a lightning bolt. I broke off Zeke’s cock with a wet gasp and cried out, loud and raw, as my pussy clenched hard around Cole, the orgasm ripping through me like a storm.

I collapsed forward, screaming against Zeke’s stomach as I rode it out, hips bucking wild. My cunt pulsed over Cole’s cock, milking it, gripping like a vice.

Cole groaned, deep and guttural, and then he was spilling inside me. Hot spurts flooded my cunt, thick and endless, his cock jerking against the squeeze of my climax. His hands gripped my arse as he thrust up one final time, burying himself deep, moaning straight into my neck.

“Fuck, Jill, fuck, I’m cuming, fucking hell!”

I gasped, still grinding through my orgasm, dripping wet and stretched to my limit. Cum spilled out of me already, Cole’s load mixing with Dean’s, leaking out around the base of his cock in messy streaks.

Behind me, Luis kept fucking my arse through it all, cock hammering in harder now, chasing his own peak.

Zeke just moaned, cock still in my fist, tip brushing my lips.

Cole collapsed back into the mattress, chest heaving, cock still twitching inside me. I was still trembling, cunt fluttering around him, aftershocks shaking through me in waves. My thighs were soaked, Cole’s cum leaking freely now, smeared across my folds and thighs, sticky and hot.

Then Luis grabbed me.

Big hands under my arms, dragging me off Cole’s cock with a thick squelch that made all three of them groan. He flipped me onto my back beside Cole, spread my legs wide with no ceremony, and lined himself up again.

“Still twitching,” he muttered, dragging the head of his cock through the cum-slick mess between my lips. “You’re not done.”

“Fuck no!” I growled, staring up at him, hair matted to my face, body soaked in sweat, cum, spit, and more.

Then he plunged into me. I screamed, “Fuck! Luis, fuck me!”

He grunted, already thrusting, hard and deep. The stretch was maddening. I was so sensitive, every nerve alight, my clit raw and swollen, but I loved it. I wanted more. Wanted to feel broken open and used.

Then Zeke swung one leg over and straddled my face.

He grabbed the base of his cock and slapped it across my mouth.

“You want this again?”

I moaned, nodded. Opened wide.

He didn’t ease in. He shoved his cock past my lips and down my throat, both hands in my hair, holding me still as he started fucking my mouth hard.

I struggled to breathe. My cunt was being wrecked by Luis, his cock hammering in deep, hips slapping wet against my thighs. His hands held my knees up, spreading me wide so he could fuck me harder, deeper, faster.

Zeke face-fucked me with a rhythm that had no mercy. His balls slapped my chin. His cockhead slammed into the back of my throat with every thrust.

And I was loving every second.

I moaned around his cock, pussy clenching on Luis’s thick shaft, my body used, drenched, and soaked in every sense. I wasn’t thinking anymore.

Just fucking.

Just being fucked.

Luis fucked me like a man possessed.

His cock slammed into my cunt, thick and merciless, slick with Cole’s cum and my own constant gush. Every thrust hit deep, dragging a cry from my throat that was smothered by Zeke’s cock as he fucked my mouth with both hands in my hair, driving himself down my throat over and over.

I was moaning around Zeke’s cock, spit spilling down my cheeks, my throat used like a sleeve, gagging with every push and loving every filthy second. He fucked my mouth fast, wild, desperate now, his balls tight against my chin.

My orgasm hit hard and sudden, no build, no breath to warn them.

I screamed around Zeke’s cock, mouth stretched wide, jaw aching. The sound was muffled, but they felt it. My whole body went rigid, cunt locking down on Luis’s cock, spasming around him, milking him in tight, wet pulses. My pussy clenched like a fist, soaking his balls, cum squirting out around his shaft in a gush that drenched his thighs and soaked the sheets under us.

Luis groaned, his rhythm breaking, but he didn’t stop.

Zeke growled above me. “Fuck. Yes, take it, Jill!”

I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think! My hips bucked uncontrollably as the orgasm ripped through me, one wave after another, leaving me gasping and soaked and shaking.

Luis wasn’t far behind me. My orgasm had clamped down on his cock like a fucking vice, pussy pulsing and sucking him in with every frantic spasm. He groaned something low and savage, hands gripping my hips like he meant to bruise me, and he fucked through it, ragged, deep, relentless.

“Fuck, Jill, fuck, fuck, I’m fucking cumming!”

Luis slammed in one last time, balls tight against my arse, and let go. He came hard.

Hot ropes of cum blasted into my cunt, thick and fast, pumping deep. I could feel it, the heat of it, the sheer amount, Luis filling me to overflowing, cock jerking in my soaking, twitching hole.

He held there, buried deep, gasping, body trembling with each throb.

Zeke pulled out of my mouth eagerly, saying “My fucking turn.”

Luis barely stepped back before Zeke was between my legs, cock slick with spit, eyes wild. He grabbed his shaft, still flushed and twitching, and lined up with my leaking cunt.

His cock slipped straight into the mess, slamming home with a wet, obscene squelch that made us both moan. I was wide open, dripping, stretched beyond stretched, but still clenching like I was desperate for more.

Zeke groaned, hands on my hips, cock hammering deep with that first brutal thrust. I grinned up at him, lips wet, face streaked in spit.

“Come on then,” I gasped. “Show me what that cock can do.”

And he did. Zeke didn’t rush. Not at first.

He started with a full stroke, slow and deep. His cock slid through Luis’s load, through Cole’s, through Dean’s, and right up into my core. The squelch of it was filthy, wet and loud, my cunt a dripping, fluttering mess still twitching from the last orgasm.

He grabbed my thighs, pushed them back until my knees nearly touched my tits, and slammed into me. I screamed, back arching, whole body seizing up as his cock filled me hard and fast.

His cock hit just right, curved and thick, each thrust grinding into the sweet spot that made my head spin. His hands held my thighs up, spreading me open, exposing every sticky inch of me.

Cum leaked around his shaft with every thrust, dribbling onto the bed, down over my arse and onto the inside of my calves. He moaned through his teeth, fucking harder now, body slapping against mine in filthy, wet sounds that filled the bunkhouse as another orgasm built up through me.

I clenched hard around him, cunt spasming with a broken cry. My fingers clawed at the sheets, hips jerking uncontrollably. The pleasure tore through me, raw and sharp, the kind that made my toes curl and my chest stutter.

Zeke just kept going.

He shifted his angle, dropped low, bra covered chest brushing mine, cock grinding deeper, perfectly, deliberately, dragging along my raw nerves until I was begging for the next one. His sweat dripped down onto my tits, his mouth hot on my neck, biting and panting. He could tell I was approaching another orgasm.

“Cum again,” he whispered, voice shaking. “Show me how much you love this.”

My second orgasm hit harder than the first. My thighs locked, my pussy gripped his cock so tight he nearly buckled. I screamed his name, hands digging into his back, whole body quaking under him as my cunt milked his cock for everything it had.

That’s what broke him.

Zeke let out a strangled groan, buried his cock deep one final time, and came hard.

“Fuck, Jill! Yes! Yes Fuck Yes!”

His cock jerked, thick spurts shooting deep inside me, mixing with the mess already leaking from me. He pulsed over and over, cock buried to the root, body shaking with every twitch.

He stayed there, locked to me, filling me, gasping against my throat.

I was soaked, overflowing, twitching and throbbing with every aftershock.

Zeke’s body went limp above me, still buried deep in the chaos.

It didn’t stop after that night.

Why would it?

Once the lot of them had me in their hands, their mouths, their cocks buried in every inch of me, there was no turning back. Every day after, I fucked at least one of them. Most days, two. Some mornings I barely got my boots laced before one of them had me bent over a log or dragged into the shadows behind the bunkhouse. It was rare for me to take all of them, as it was exhausting, exhilarating, but exhausting…and a little sore.

Sometimes it was slow and rough with Luis in the shed, his thick cock buried deep in my cunt as I whined into his shoulder. Sometimes it was Zeke reading out filthy poetry while I sucked his cock on my knees, untill I shoved my knickers in his mouth to shut him up. Cole liked to fuck me in the trees, made me ride him on a stump, hard hat still on while he came deep inside me. Dean was soft hands and desperate cock. He was my favourate, alway the most willing to please.

They couldn’t get enough of me. And I couldn’t get enough of them.

The wilderness made it easy. There were no rules out here. No shifts. No neighbours. Just axes, trees, sweat, and hunger. They all kept working harder, chopping faster, lifting heavier. We joked that fucking me gave them strength. But after a while, I stopped joking.

It turns out the sneaking out each morning to deal with morning wood and forgetting to take your birth control then letting four incredibly randy men cum inside you repeatedly maaaay result in a fairly predicable outcome.

My period didn’t come. My jeans wouldn’t button. It wasn’t long before I caught my own reflection in a window and saw the curve. That soft, round swell rising at the base of my stomach.

And I didn’t know whose it was.

None of them were angry, they were proud.

Every last one of them claimed it had to be theirs. They fought over it like it was a log-splitting competition. They started building stuff. Dean started it with a pine crib, but whittled toys, baskets and boxes soon filled the cabin as they all tried to out do each other. 

And being pregnant made them want me more.

My little bump became the centre of every filthy encounter. They’d press their hands to it when they fucked me, murmur shit about planting deep and growing strong. They touched my bump while I sucked them off. They rubbed it while they fucked me sideways, hands on my tits, cock buried deep, saying shit like “Gotta make sure it’s mine next time.” 

And I let them.

Because out here, in the trees, with sap on my boots and cum between my legs, I was free.

I was Lumber Jill.

And this forest was full of seed.