CHAPTER NINE
Macy
The males surround me, eyes hot, big forms looming. But instead of feeling intimidated, my insides go soft and loose, liquefying under their gaze. Because yes, it’s the new Macy. No more wallflower at the back of the school gym, unwanted and unseen. My virginity’s going out with a bang, and that means at the hands of seven men.
Reading my mind, Sam’s eyes burn.
“Touch yourself,” is his low, throaty command.
He’s the only one who hasn’t stroked me in some way yet. I wonder what Sam thinks of me. Does he like me? Does he think I’m a decent person, or the next-door whore? Because Sam’s a god, commanding and charismatic, the oldest of the brotherhood. I need him to want me like his siblings do, and a small gasp escapes my chest.
But obediently, my hand wanders down, lightly stroking through my panties. Sam nods approvingly, those blue eyes so bright they’re like diamonds, icy hot with internal fire.
My hand finds my nipples, gone hard in the cool air of the basement, and I rub against the pebbled nubs, ever so lightly. Raking fingernails softly over the skin of my shapely belly, the men moan in a chorus, eliciting goosebumps all over my body.
Throwing my head back, my curvy form goes crazy. Because I want to put on a show they’ll never forget. It’s my first time after all, to be remembered and cherished.
So slowly, I turn, bending over to show them my rump. The men are ravenous, their gazes hot, skimming and caressing every inch of me. Oh god, I can feel it and let out a purr like a sensuous cat. The men growl even louder, entranced.
Slowly, I rub my inner thighs before leaning over even further and reaching up to lightly tap my asshole with a finger. Immediately the pleats contract and a small whimper escapes my lips.
“More,” comes a strangled growl. “More.”
Smiling through my legs, I turn again, spreading my pussy lips, letting my fingers dip slightly at my hole, savoring the wetness. Oh god, I’m sopping, rivulets of nectar running down my thigh.
But going with it, I keep moving. Slowly, my finger runs through the juice, getting slickly wet. And then I taste it. Yeah, I raise it to my lips and lap lovingly, tonguing the sweet juice.
“Mmmm,” comes my low hum of pleasure. “Ummm.”
And Matt’s the first to take his cock out. He unzips those dark jeans, slipping out of them, pulling his plaid dress shirt over his head. He was the first of the brothers I met, and I knew his body was beautiful, but his cock? A thing of incredible proportions. Magnificent, large, smooth. He wraps his hand around it and begins to squeeze, never taking his eyes off me.
“More boys?” I ask coyly. “You wanna show me what you got?”
Holy cow, I’m such a Jezebel. But the words do the trick because the others begin to disrobe as well. And suddenly, I’m standing in front of a wall of men, seven Adonises, all eyes on me. Some are slightly taller, some more broad, Smith with a thick thatch between his legs. But oh god, seven men, nude, hairy, muscular, hard and horny for me.
I’ve died and gone to heaven. Because there’s no doubt what they want. Seven dicks are out, pointing my way, tips glistening with pre-cum. Gulping, my mouth goes dry involuntarily, before filling with saliva. Oh god, I want to taste, touch, and suck, before welcoming those monsters in my inner chamber.
But how is this gonna work? I’ve got multiple holes and hands, yes, but that’s not enough. There’s seven of them, so how is this going to go down?
Grinning, Trent reads the question in my eyes.
“Calm, little filly, calm,” he growls. “Come to us one-by-one. It’ll be easier that way.”
And slowly, I make my way over to one end of the line, looking deep into Matt’s eyes. He’s huge and hard, that giant cock already grazing my belly.
“Don’t be scared, baby girl,” he says in a low tone even as those blue eyes devour me. “It’s the dick wall, seven of us, one at a time. You can do it.”
The dick wall? What the hell? They have a name for it? But it’s true because the Morgans are lined up now, cocks jutting proudly at ninety degree angles, just waiting to taste my sweet twat. I juice involuntarily, going wet inside. Oh god, oh god, I’m here to fuck the dick wall. My eyes go wide with stunned shock, and yet I want it so bad.
But there’s no time to think because Matt distracts me. He places his hands on my breasts, lifting them, fondling slightly before lowering his mouth to lick and kiss the soft creaminess. My back arches, giving him access, and I moan as his teeth graze each nipple, first gently, then with more fervor.
But that was only step one of the wall. An impatient grunt sounds out, and Matt gives me a slight push towards Will, still licking his lips.
“Fuck she’s creamy,” he grunts. “Have a taste.”
I turn to stare at Matt. No dick in pussy? Wait, did I miss something?
But Will’s got other things on his mind, shooting me a wicked grin.
“Naw honey, we’re just getting you ready first. You’re new, baby girl, you can’t ride the dick wall without some hard-core prep. So that’s what we’re doing,” he says, dipping one finger down to rub sensuously against my aching clit.
Instinctively my eyes fall closed, hips arching as I moan his name. Oh god, oh god! Electricity sizzles through my cunt, pussy gushing wetly into his palm. The big man watches me the entire time, licking his lips as I cry out sensuously, gyrating my hips. Oh god, this is good.
But the pie has to be split seven ways, and too soon, Will passes me to his twin.
“Take it easy,” he warns. “She’s ready to spill,” he grunts, licking his palm of pussy juice. I color, still dripping between my legs. Because it’s true. Any more clit stimulation and I was going to explode like Fourth of July fireworks right here in the basement, screaming and moaning.
But Tim just grins slyly.
“No prob, we’ll do legs then,” he rasps. “Would you like that little girl? A little leg play?”
I color. Because this is the craziest thing that’s ever happened in my life. I’m in a darkened rec room with seven naked men, all of them gods. Their dicks are out, and I’m being passed down the line like a precious jewel, petted and fondled. What’s coming next after this? But I’m too wrapped up in sensation to think things through.
Besides, Tim’s dropped to the floor, massaging and kissing my ankles, calves, and thighs. The alpha knows every erogenous zone and I cry out once more as he suckles the backs of my knees, everything going weak at once. Who knew this was a pleasure center? I nearly come from the sensation, there’s a jolt of electricity straight to my clit, making my pussy vibrate.
But Trent’s gotta get his slice of the pie too. He steps forward as Tim works down below and seizes my mouth in a deep, soulful kiss. The liplock penetrates the haze of my brain like lightning through fog and I moan sensuously, clinging to those broad shoulders.
“Open for me, Macy,” Trent rasps harshly.
In a trance, I obey, and immediately his tongue slides inside to meet mine, rough and smooth at once, sweeping my inner cavity. It’s so personal that I almost faint from the intimacy, even as Tim continues his exploration of my legs. Oh my god. How will I handle more?
But more it is. After enjoying my body, Trent and Tim reluctantly give me up to older brother Smith’s ministrations. And Smith’s blue eyes gleam as he takes in my flushed, sensuous body.
“I think you know what I want,” he growls, stroking one finger slowly down my curves. It bounces over my nip, making me squeal, before dipping lower to my waist, and then into the vee between my legs. Oh yeah, the alpha rubs my slit slowly, torturing me.
“Wet, aren’t you?” he chuckles harshly, those eyes on fire. “You’re a wet little slut, huh?”
I can’t say yes or no. All I know is that I want him, and my hips buck a little, trying to catch his finger inside.
Another harsh chuckle.
“Oh no, sweet thing. It’s too soon. This is just gettin’ you ready to go.”
And I mewl again as he teases, spreading my sticky wet nectar all over my clit and down to my asshole, tapping that rusty star as I gasp, pleats clenching. No matter. Smith grins lazily.
“Now for Fordie.”
There’s no time to catch my breath because Ford spins me roughly around, making my head whirl. One giant hand is on my lower back, pushing me down.
“Grab your ankles,” he grunts. Nothing’s too depraved for this man. He probably fucks girls on his motorcycle going sixty miles an hour, the alpha’s that type of guy.
So I do just as asked, baring my ass to him. A drift of cool air wafts over my brownie, and I whimper slightly but then Ford slaps my butt, hard. Got it. No noises and no movement. Stock still, my form trembles as the big man runs a finger along my crack, stopping at the winking, blinking hole. Oh god, is he going to? Is he going to do it?
And of course he is. This is Ford after all, dirty bike mechanic cum lawyer. With a nasty growl, the man dips a finger in, just slightly. I jump involuntarily, asshole clamping even as prickles run down my spine.
“Ford,” I pant, craning my neck to look at him over my shoulder, eyes wide. But Ford ignores me, smacking my ass again before pushing his finger in further, loosening my rim before worming up my anus.
“Unnh!” I scream from shock more than anything. Holy shit, my ass is being fingered by a much-older man in front of an audience to boot. And betrayingly, my pussy drips heavily then, slippery hot nectar coagulating at the hole before sliding down one thick white thigh.
“Ohhhh,” comes my moan. “Oh oh oh.”
“Careful,” grunts one man. “She’s too excited.”
And evidently Ford agrees because he pops his finger out of my anus, giving it one last smack, before passing me to Sam.
Oh god, Sam. The eldest. The most charismatic, the one I haven’t won over yet. For a moment we do nothing but stare at one another, my brown eyes wide and dazed, his blue full of fire. Live electricity crackles between us.
But Sam’s just as depraved as his brothers. Without tearing his eyes from mine, he grunts.
“Leg up,” the alpha gestures to an ottoman.
Slowly, I part my thighs, balancing one slim foot on the cushion. Holy hell, I’m so revealed right now. My thighs are spread, even my pussy lips pull apart a little, giving a glint of the ruby red within.
But Sam doesn’t lose a second. The billionaire crouches before me, face inches from my bared pussy and leans in, taking a deep whiff of cunt, sensual and musky. Going hot, a blush creeps over my breasts and tummy, burning me up from the inside.
But Sam’s eyes flick up to meet mine then.
“So gorgeous,” he grinds out, exhaling. “So fucking gorgeous.”
And the big man leans forward and begins an all-out assault on my nether region then. His mouth is on my pussy, wet and hot, exploring and taking what he wants. One hand caresses my ass, teasing the little hole back there as the other works my clit. My legs shake as I fight to maintain my balance, even as ecstasy tears through my frame. Oh god, oh god! Yes!
Suddenly, one of the boys is at my back, holding me up. Another joins us at the side, toying with my nipples, and I push my hips against Sam’s mouth, climbing the mountain breathlessly with every passing second.
“Yes,” I moan. “Please, please.”
Sam grunts with his mouth buried in my folds.
“Now,” comes the harsh command, and my body obeys immediately. I let go, diving into freefall as the crest surges, overwhelming my senses. A black tidal wave rises before my eyes even as my pussy shakes furiously, spasming and pulsing with tremors against Sam’s tongue.
“Oh!” comes my scream. “Oh god!”
The orgasm rolls forever, more waves coming, each swell taking me to an indescribable place. I float in a haze, dazed, shaking and nerveless as spasms wrack my cunt and asshole, the tiny puckers pulsing feverishly.
“Unnnh!” comes another scream. “Oh god!”
And finally, the earthquake passes. Slowly, my body descends back into the real world and I loll, dazed on the couch, where the men have placed me. Granted, my limbs are sprawled and I probably don’t look very ladylike, but it doesn’t matter because my clit’s still pulsing with aftershocks, breath coming in great gasps.
“Macy,” Sam growls, blue eyes intent. “Did you like that?”
I squeak something incoherent out, nodding at the same time. But that’s not enough.
“We need you to say it,” growls Smith. “Say the words.”
I look around at the males around me, all of them watching closely, drinking in the sight of a curvy female creaming. Taking a deep breath, I nod.
“Yes, yes I loved it,” are my soft, panted words. And without thinking, another phrase escapes my lips. “Give me more.”
What?
Where did that come from?
This wasn’t enough?
What kind of slut have I become?
But the men nod knowingly.
“We want more,” growls Matt. “But you have to take us all. Capish, sweet thing? All or nothing, got it?”
With wide eyes, I stare. Of course I want them all. Didn’t I just demonstrate that? Slowly, I shift to my elbows, watching as the men line up once more, naked bodies glistening, big dicks even fatter now, dripping with lust to the floor. Holy smokes, I want it, I want to feel seven cocks in me, making me theirs. But why are they lining up again? I don’t get it, and confusion fills my eyes.
But the answer’s coming. Matt turns to look at me again, blue eyes piercing.
“This is the second phase of the dick wall, Macy,” he growls. “You’re losing your virginity to all of us tonight, but we need to make sure that this is completely voluntary on your part. So instead of us pushing into you, you’re gonna come up here and push that pretty pussy back on seven dicks one by one. Does that make sense honey? Does that sound like something you’d want to do?”
I gulp, eyes wide, mind spinning furiously.
“I’m sorry?” comes my nervous stammer. “I’m supposed to … ?”
But Trent’s eyes are unforgiving as he looks at me, one big hand already fisting that massive cock.
“That’s right baby girl,” comes his growl. “You’re gonna push yourself back on seven dicks one by one. So get that pussy slick baby girl, because it’s gonna take a lot of lube.”
I gasp. Oh my god, this is beyond my wildest dreams. I’m gonna fuck seven men, and not just that, but I have to do the honors? Instead of holding still and letting them take turns in my hole, I have to affirmatively push myself back on the massive fuckrods?
Sam nods, confirming the question in my eyes.
“That’s right,” he drawls smoothly. “You think you can do it? You got enough juice?”
My insides clench. Because all of a sudden, the answer’s too clear. I don’t know if I can do it or not, but I definitely want to. I want to taste seven fuckpoles, to feel those rods of heaven in my most private place. I want to fuck myself back on them until I’m screaming with lust, drenching their hot rods in pussy cream.
“Yes,” comes the word from my lips, soft and murmured. “Yes, I can do it.”
Sam’s eyes gleam.
“Then let’s get started,” is his velvety reply. “Matt first.”
And slowly, I make my way to the front of the line. Matt waits for me, that hulking form aroused and so hot that I can literally feel blasts of heat emanating from his body. As I bend over, preparing myself, he leans forward unexpectedly and kisses my wet snatch, tonguing my hole slightly.
“Oh!” comes my surprised yelp, liquid gushing like a river. But Matt isn’t startled at all, pushing his face in further before standing upright.
“No worries, baby girl,” he growls. “It’s just a little welcome for being a brave girl.”
And slowly, he angles my hips backwards, so my hole is right at his dicktip. I can feel the glans kissing my pussy lips, rubbery yet hard at once. Female nectar gushes again.
“Oh yeah, she’s ready,” grunts another male voice. “Do it.”
And slowly, Matt begins. A scream chokes in my chest as I grab my calves, sweet folds splitting. Because oh god, I’m taking a man’s dick for the first time, my pussy’s tasting its first penis, and it’s so good. Moaning throatily, my head drops between my knees as my snatch is split in two.
But then a male voice rings out.
“Let her do the work,” it growls roughly. “This is the dick wall, fuckwad.”
And Matt grunts in reply, stopping his movements. I almost scream. Why did he halt? I’m gonna fall apart with a cock halfway buried in my puss, this isn’t fair.
But the alpha leans forward again, balls dangling against the backs of my thighs, hitting them with a soft thwap thwap!
“Pretty girl,” he grunts hoarsely. “Back yourself up on this big dick. Do it, show me how much you want it.”
And suddenly I realize what they mean by the dick wall. Because I’m going to have to impale myself on seven stiff masts, forcing my pussy to spread. And not just that, but the men aren’t gonna help me. Instead, I’ve got to work myself backwards on seven huge, hot fuckrods.
“I can’t,” comes my broken whisper. “I can’t.”
But Matt won’t take no for an answer.
“You can,” he rasps, hands gripping my hips tight. “You can. Now do it.”
And scrunching my face, I balance on tippy toes, still bent over. Oh god, there’s no getting away nor negotiating. There’s a dick halfway in my puss already and the truth is that I want it deep, all the way in. I want all of them balls to the wall, and the only way to get that is to fuck myself onto their hot rods.
So summoning all my inner strength, I do it. With a scream and a twist of my hips, I drive backwards onto Matt’s huge dong, breaking my hymen once and for all. A sharp, stabbing pain tears through my insides, leaving me breathless.
“Oh,” comes my low moan, as tears well up. “Oh.”
But male voices flow over me then, smooth like honey.
“Baby girl, you did great,” says one.
“Like a champ,” adds another.
“Just six more to go,” rumbles the third.
My eyes jerk open then. Six more? Oh god, oh god … YES. Squinching my eyes shut, I wiggle my hips tentatively. A twinge of pain lances outwards, but Matt’s hot rod embedded deep in my insides is doing its job. My vaginal walls contract reflexively, and the big man groans.
“Aw yeah,” he grunts, rolling forwards a little. “Aw yeah.”
And with that, he pushes in further before pulling out slow, making me moan.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “There’s blood on my dick. She’s a virgin alright.”
His brothers murmur with approval.
“Shit. A virgin, a real live virgin.”
“Exactly what we’re looking for.”
“Damn, the little girl’s perfect.”
And with that, Matt grabs my hips again and slowly strokes in once more, eyes closed, chest tight. The alpha moans deep in his throat before pulling out languorously, leaving only his tip inside. And then his cock falls out entirely, bouncing heavily against my ass.
“What?” I turn my head, panting, to look into his eyes. “Why …? What …?”
That blue gaze flares, but he steps aside so that Tim takes his place, a second big dick pointed straight at my aching pussy.
“Like we said,” Matt rasps. “This is the dick wall, sweetheart. The woman who’s right for us will ride the wall like a champ.”
“Now baby girl,” croons Tim, positioning my hips with both hands, lining himself up. “Take Daddy Tim in that pretty cunt. Show me how much your sweet pussy wants it.”
And I almost explode then. Because this is beyond my wildest dreams. I’m in a room with seven hot, naked men, all of them ready to fuck. I just bent over and impaled myself on a massive rod, breaking my own cherry. And now I’m about to take cock number two? Holy shit, the sperm of two men is gonna mix in me?
But it’s true. The Morgans wait expectantly, eyes hot, watching my every move. And with a mewl and a groan, it happens. That’s right, I want stiff cock so bad now that I jerk my hips back once more, pussy lips spreading, inner channel swallowing Tim’s massive cock.
“Ahhhh,” he breathes. “Fuck you’re tight.”
“She’s a virgin,” growls another male voice. “What’d you expect?”
And slowly, Tim inches all the way up my channel, purple glans bumping my cervix and making me squeal a bit. Fuck, he’s so long, his tip’s gonna pop out of my throat if I’m not careful. But you can’t have too much of a good thing because the alpha pulls back, the slide incredible, before pushing back in once more, and then withdrawing entirely.
“Ummm,” I moan, head lolling between my knees. “Um.”
And through my parted legs, I can see that it’s Will next. He doesn’t say anything, merely swiping a finger through my folds, testing my wetness. And then there’s the bump against my swollen hole, the line-up. Like a good girl, I ease my hips backwards once more, swallowing a third fuckpole.
Holy shit, holy shit! Is this really happening? Is this innocent, eighteen year-old Macy Jones, fucking three men? It’s like an out of body experience, except that I can feel every single second, every sensuous rub on my sweet spot, the length of three stiff fuckrods.
But there’s seven Morgans total, and I want them desperately now. At this point, all reservations have flown out the window and my pussy’s creaming hard, leaving their dicks glossy and wet.
“Shit, she’s so fucking turned on,” says a male voice.
“Of course,” rumbles another approvingly. “The mother of our child should be.”
My eyes fly open at that. Mother? What was that?
But it’s too late to say anything because Trent’s behind me now.
“You know what to do, sweet thing,” he rasps. “So do it.”
And like a whore, I back my ass up onto a fourth dick, folds spreading wetly, squeezing tightly around the man meat.
“Unnnh!” comes my squeal. Trent is fat all around, thick and heavy, and the fit is so snug that it takes more than one push despite my goopy slickness. He’s only halfway in and stuck like a pig in the mud. So summoning my courage, taking a deep breath, I push that big ass back again, this time pussy swallowing him whole.
“Holy fuuuuuck,” he grunts. “Aw shit.”
“Man, that box is really somethin’ huh? Shit, and her pussy lips are hugging you like a dog.”
What does that mean? What the hell, calling me a “dog”? But there’s no time to act because Trent groans, pulling himself out while forcibly pushing my hips away. It’s no use. We’re stuck together, he’s so big and my twat’s so small. So Trent turns to Ford and grunts.
“Help her, will ya? If you want a piece of this, help get this pussy unglued.”
And Ford’s only too happy to oblige. Our resident mechanic cum lawyer reaches a hand beneath my torso and begins strumming my clit, toying with that hard nub.
“Oh!” is my surprised cry, electric jolts running through my sweetest spot. “Oh oh oh!”
“That’s right,” chuckles Ford deep in his chest. “A little more lube will getcha unstuck.”
And sure enough, my pussy gushes like a waterfall again, wetness streaming down my thigh as Trent pulls out, his massive club dipped in superglue.
“Thanks man,” comes that grunt. “Owe ya.”
But Ford’s not listening because he wants a piece of the action as well.
“Giddyup, sweet thing,” the big man grunts even as his finger continues strumming my clit, making me cry out and wiggle. “Ride Daddy’s pole, cowgirl.”
And I can’t resist. Oh god, he’s so dirty, and I’m so fucked. So I push back again, this time swallowing Ford’s hot fuckrod in one gulp. Literally I’m so wet this time that he slides in easy, dicking me to the max.
“Unnnnh,” is my throaty moan. “Ohhhhh.”
But Ford’s on it.
“That’s right sweet thing, you did good,” he murmurs all the while rubbing my clit. “Now off, because you’re almost done.”
And with a pinch to that sensitive spot, making me scream, he pulls out and turns me over to Smith.
The CEO just stands there, gazing at my puffy slit for a moment.
“Shit, she’s got your fluids,” he speaks, never taking his eyes off my swollen, engorged snatch. “The fluids of five horny bastards. But make that six,” he says. And without any hesitation, his bulbous, deep purple glans is right at my hole. But the wrong hole, that’s my asshole and I protest.
“No, no!” comes my cry. “Wrong place!”
A small hand snakes around, grabbing his cock and pointing it in the right direction. And because I can’t stand the feeling of being empty, he doesn’t even have to ask. In one smooth stroke, I hump backwards, swallowing my sixth dick in ten minutes.
“Umph,” he grunts. “Aww shit. No worries, I wasn’t gonna fuck your butt this time, baby girl. That’s for later.”
What? My head drops, pants growing faster and more labored. Anal’s coming? Oh god, oh god, my insides juice hotly at the thought. It shouldn’t turn me on. I shouldn’t crave seven dicks in my back end, but everything’s gone crazy. Anything’s possible now.
And Smith can read my mind.
“Naw, not tonight baby girl, you’re getting your pussy broken in tonight. But later,” he says, bending down and kissing the back of my neck, warm air blowing across my nape. “Later,” he whispers harshly.
And with that, the billionaire slips out, leaving me for the last man.
Sam.
The new guy, who I only met tonight.
The oldest brother, who’s seen the most and probably had a thousand girls in his bed.
If there’s one person who’s not going to like me, it’d be Sam. Who am I, some little tramp living next door who’s seduced his siblings? I could be an imposter, a pipe dream, a big fat zero.
But that’s all wrong. I’ve misjudged. Because the billionaire is fierce, taking in my curvy form, bent over and open to him.
“You’re perfect,” is all he says, and with one swoop, it’s done. I jerk my hips back just as he pushes in, and the fit is insanely intimate. That big cock does it for me, and the excitement can’t be contained. I’ve been fucked by seven brothers in the space of ten minutes, my pussy dripping wetly the whole time, and it’s too much for a nubile teen virgin. My pussy explodes then, spasming hotly as I scream.
“Matt! Tim! Will!” comes my shriek.
“Say it, say it,” is the answering male chorus. “Say our names.”
“Trent! Ford! Smith! And Saaaaam!”
Just like that, I erupt completely, holes pulsing, vag squeezing Sam’s pole for dear life, spasming hard. And the alpha can’t take it. Young, hot twat, wet as fuck, exploding around him? No man is a match for that, and Sam comes like a firehose then, sperm blasting in hot lashes all over my insides.
“FUCK!” comes that animalistic roar. “Fuck!”
At the same time, the brothers surround me. They’d been stroking themselves as I worked the dick wall, and the remaining six Morgans spurt as well, ribbons of sperm coloring my back and ass, dribbling downwards to drench my pussy and anus.
“FUCK! Shit! Fuck!”
The male roars are raucous, shaking the house down to its foundation. How can our parents not hear? It’s like a circus in here, seven men crowded around a single female, cumming on my innocent, nubile body.
But I want it. I want it so much, the hot splashes of semen feel right as they fall like warm rain on my body. This is the culmination of a dream come true, the climax of the teasing that’s been going on for days now. I cry out, eyes closed, loving the feel of hot cock in my puss, six more dousing me with virile baby batter. I want this. This is the real Macy, and it’s everything that I could possibly wish for.
But like a nightmare, my mom’s voice rings out then.
“Yoo hoo! You guys down there? Macy, it’s time to go home! Toodle-doo sweetheart, come on, giddy up!”
Marsha’s voice is like a jolt of cold water to the face. Immediately, Sam pulls out of my cunt, wiping his dick before stuffing it back in his pants. And the brothers move like panthers, silent, swift, slick until it’s just me standing in the center, still nude, trembling and wet, pussy aching, spasming with small aftershocks.
“Sweet thing,” Smith grunts. “Let’s get you ready.”
Normally, it takes at least five minutes for me to get dressed. But with seven men helping, I’m clothed in a flash, the purple dress back in place. Holy smokes, did that just happen? Looking at the Morgans, they’re calm and collected, not a hair out of place.
And they look right back at me, blue eyes blazing.
“You’re gorgeous,” rumbles Will.
“Absolutely perfect,” adds Ford.
“And completely ours,” says Smith with finality.
Taking a deep breath, shivering uncontrollably, I turn towards the door. My mom’s still out there, already saying her goodbyes to Maddy and Ted, and I know she won’t wait much longer. But just as my hand touches the knob, I turn back to the men.
“Yes, I’m yours,” comes my murmur, looking them full in the eyes. “I belong to you. All of you.”
Because it’s true. I can’t say if this is right or wrong, it’s still too new and fresh. But I know what feels right. It feels good to be with these men, to let them touch and caress me, to spend time with them talking about my hopes and dreams. And if there’s seven of them? It’s even better, with a diversity of viewpoints and a multiplicity of support.
So with another smile, I leave the rec room, stepping lightly. My mind continues to whirl, trying to absorb what happened. But one thing is absolutely clear. These are my men … and I’m their woman, until the end of time.
***
All I want to do is collapse on my bed and sleep for a week. And maybe get up once in a while, thinking about the Morgan boys. Because oh god, it was good. The stuff of dreams come true, my wildest fantasies taking life in the dirtiest way.
But no such luck. I can’t disappear into the atmosphere because there’s all sorts of stuff dripping into my panties. Gunky stuff. Gooey stuff. Shower. Now. Mandatory, not optional.
So slowly, I carefully lever myself up from the bed, limping to the bathroom. Oh god, my pussy’s sore. But it feels good under the pounding water, and at least I’ve got my thoughts to keep me company. The first of which is, did that really just happen? Did I really engage in play with the men from next door? All of them?
Doubt hits me then. When I left the rec room, I was sure it was a dream come true. Big love? Yes, please.
But now in the shower, reality strikes. Because I took seven men. Not just let them touch me, but I affirmatively pushed my pussy back on their dicks, showing how much I wanted it. I let seven men empty themselves onto and into my sweet body. I let them bite and lick, touching me everywhere.
As the water hits my form, bubbly goo trickles down my leg before swirling down the drain. Oh my god. Seven globs of cum. Seven men’s orgasms. I use my middle finger to wipe some from my leg, putting it delicately to my mouth.
Whose semen is this? Slightly salty, slightly sweet, and a hundred percent satisfying. If I get a lot of practice, will I be able to distinguish their sperm by taste? Will I be so familiar with their body chemistry that I know which semen belongs to which dick? Oh god, this is so dirty and nasty, and yet I love it. I love tasting their jizz and only want more.
My body is screaming, mind is awash with emotion, yet all together, it’s so good. Because I’m sore in the best places, loving every bit of the ache. Oh shit. I came so hard, my nubile body going up in flames, falling to pieces and swirling away. And yet here I am once more, ready to let go just thinking about the Morgans.
The trickle of cum from my puss doesn’t seem to stop, mixing in with the goo on my back and buttocks. I guess that makes sense, considering it’s the DNA of seven virile, handsome alphas. I bet this stuff could be sold. It’s like liquid magic, ladies would buy this stuff by the gallon, a youth potion if there ever was one.
But still, what a strange experience that was. Each man waiting for me, eyes alive. Each one stroking a different part of my body until my sweet slit exploded. Each man letting me fuck his dick, breaching my virgin pussy on hot male cock. Scratch that. Seven hot male cocks, dripping with lust.
And oh shit, but we didn’t use protection. My body flushes as I stare at the swirling goo in the shower drain. The Morgans have to be virile, and I’m a fertile eighteen year-old female. Oh shit, oh shit! Why didn’t we use condoms? Or did they think I was on birth control?
But the dirtiness gets to me too because I loved it bareback. Mmm, raw cock in my insides, stroking my vaginal chamber? Yes, please. Focusing the shower spray on my pussy, warm water hits my sensitive clit and I let out a throaty moan. God, Smith rubbed his dick against the bottom of my clit a bit and it felt sooo good. I stroke there lightly, pretending it’s him again, imagining those massive dongs once more. Oh shit … shit … shit … ahhhhh!
And just like that, orgasm tears through my frame, leaving me a sobbing, soaking mess. Oh god! My body shakes with pleasure as screams erupt from my throat, muffled only by the pounding water.
Because what the hell is going on? How can I be coming again, thinking about seven men? But it’s not just that I got it on with multiple guys. It was that the incredibly gorgeous Morgan boys were focused only on me, their eyes, their cocks, their everything for me to take.
And take I did. Because they wanted me, one hundred percent. The curvy girl was their dream come true.
And in return, they took what they wanted as well. With no mercy and absolutely no regret.
I don’t know when this wild ride will end, but I’ll savor every last second, every last memory, everything that this summer has to offer. Because the Morgans already mean so much to me … and I don’t ever want to let go.