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.”
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br /> 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.
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