by Alexa Quinn
My clit is begging for attention. It wants the base of Uncle Max’s shaft rubbing against it, the friction from the rough hairs. But he is so big, that he is not fully in yet.
Anthony knows what I need even without me saying it. He slides his hand between my belly and Uncle Max’s. He puts two of his fingers on either side of my clit and rubs it firmly up and down.
As I groan in relief, Uncle Max gives one hard thrust of his powerful buttocks. I feel a flash of pain as his thick shaft drives into me all the way to the root.
He shouts a grunt of pleasure and thrusts at me again, making his big heavy balls slap against my ass.
He doesn’t give me any time to catch my breath. He grinds into me, teaching my pussy lips to stretch around his girth, and then he pulls out half of his cock and thrusts all the way back in, making me scream in pleasure.
My thighs close around his hips automatically but Uncle Jake and Anthony pull them wide apart, holding me open for Max to pound into to me. The friction of his thick shaft against my sensitive pussy drives me wild.
I hear myself crying out over and over as I get closer to orgasm. Tightness builds around my pussy and spreads through me. Karl fastens his mouth onto my nipple and sucks hard. His fingers twist my other nipple as my body writhes.
I come in a blinding rush of sensation, my entire body arching off the couch, my hips thrusting rampantly against Uncle Max.
He growls deep in his throat as my tight vagina clenches hard around his erection, milking it. Then with a shout of lust, he gives one last mighty thrust into me.
His seed spurts deep inside me. I instinctively wrap my thighs around him to hold him in place and my arms around his shoulders. My hands gently stroke his hair.
Afterwards he gathers me up into his strong arms and sits me on his lap. He strokes my back gently. His thick cock is still inside me, connecting us. I wrap my arms around his powerful neck, hugging him to me.
I can tell that the three other men are hugely aroused and that they want me too, but that they know that I am exhausted and they are willing to wait.
It is Uncle Karl who carries me back to my room. He runs me a hot bath and gently places me in it. He moves away and lay back and close my eyes.
I hear the gentle clink of crystal, and then he brings me a small glass of shimmering clear potion.
“It’ll help you recover,” he says.
Trusting him, I drink it all down. It makes me feel slightly drowsy and filled with a sense of calm.
As I lay back, he strokes a soft sponge all over my body. He spends quite a lot of time running it over the curves of my breasts and between my thighs until I find myself humping my hips against his hand, wanting him to rub me there.
And so he does, very gently, stroking me from the entrance of my vagina to my clitoris, over and over until a gentle orgasm washes through me.
He lifts me out of the bath and dries me with a large fluffy towel. As he pats my face I worry about the mask, but it doesn’t budge even a millimeter.
He carries me to my bed and places me between the cool crisp sheets. I can see the hardness of his cock straining against his pants. I reach out to touch it, wanting to give him what he gave me.
He gently removes my hand.
“Later,” he promises, and softly kisses my lips before he leaves.
Chapter 7
CLARA
I wake some hours later. It is completely dark in my room. My body feels so incredibly relaxed and comfortable.
The memory of earlier makes me blush. I am no longer a virgin. I cannot believe it.
I reach down between my legs to explore my flesh. I am tender down there, and moist too. I imagine that I feel different, but I don’t quite know how. I can’t help but touch myself.
As I stroke my pussy lips, I remember how Uncle Max held my legs wide open earlier while he ravaged me. His big cock was inside me. He took my virginity. My breath catches as I savor this delicious fact.
The memory of him possessively fucking me makes me so horny. My breathing gets faster as moments of his lovemaking flash through my mind. What did that look like?
It must have turned the other men on so much. No wonder Uncle Karl couldn’t resist touching me in the bath afterwards.
The way he had used that sponge on me had been so erotic. And he had watched me all throughout like he wanted to eat me up.
My fingers work up and down my slick channel faster and faster. But my orgasm won’t come. Eventually I groan in frustration and sit upright in my bed.
What is wrong with me? Why is my body insisting on further satisfaction after I have already had such incredible orgasms earlier?
I find myself getting out of bed and putting on the nearest thing to hand – a short silken robe.
Uncle Karl wanted me badly. I had seen the tent his dick had made in his pants. Right now I want nothing more than to find him.
I am only going to be here for a few days. I cannot bear to go back without having made love to Uncle Karl.
I want him inside me. I need him so badly. I want him to make me scream.
Even though I haven’t figured out what I will say to him if I find him, I slip out of my room, my heart pounding.
Chapter 8
JAKE
I wake up in the middle of the night, my cock hard and aching. I take it in my fist and pump it a couple of times, but the sensation is not enough.
I want Clarissa badly.
My phone is flashing. It is a message from John, excitedly telling me he has met two horny succubae. He asks if I want to go and meet them.
Hell no. If I had wanted that, I would have gone out this evening.
It is Clarissa I want, that sexy little minx who looks so much like John’s daughter, Clara. I am desperate to get my cock into her. It’s her pussy I need wrapped around me right now, not my hand.
I wonder if she is lying awake in her bed wishing my cock was inside her? The more I think about it, the stronger the urge to go and investigate.
Watching Max pump his massive dick inside her tender pussy earlier, and the way those tight pink lips had strained to take it, had made me desperate for my turn.
I don’t think I can wait until morning. Hell, the way she had screamed out her orgasm convinces me that she would be happy to see me.
And it’s not like my cock is getting any softer.
I throw aside my covers, my heart pounding in excitement now that I have made my decision. Whenever I want a woman I have never been one to restrain myself.
This time my need is worse than it has ever been before in my life. Right now I don’t think I could stop myself even if I wanted to.
I slipped quietly out of my room and make my way down the hallway. Movement in the lounge brings me to a halt.
I recognize Clarissa instantly, her slender silhouette outlined by the moonlight streaming in through the tall windows.
She looks like she’s going over to the window to look out. She stops suddenly and turns towards the couch. I see what has caught her attention. The outline of Karl’s head and shoulders is clearly recognizable to me.
They gaze at each other for a long while, and I stand there clenching my fists, determined that it will be me that has her next. Not him.
Karl does not get up. He waits for her to come to him.
She does, shyly walking to him, head tilted a little down and her luscious hips swaying.
I wait patiently.
When she gets to Karl she tentatively puts her hands on his thighs and slowly leans down to brush her lips over his.
He stays still as a statue. I can tell that he wants her as badly as I do.
She whispers, “Uncle Karl,” and kisses her way down his neck and his bare chest.
His cock must be making a tent in his pants by now, like mine is. I see him jerk a little as she takes it in her hand.
Her mouth kisses down his lower belly. She is about to close her lips over his cloth-covered erection when he grabs her upper arms. He
firmly pushes her away.
He shakes his head, and whispers something in her ear. He walks away.
She gazes after him, her chest heaving, and then she runs back to her room.
Disappointed. Poor thing.
She wanted to fuck, and she went straight to the first man she found.
I won’t let her down.
Her door is still ajar when I get to it. I ease it open. I expect to find her in her bed.
She is not in it.
The sound of the shower coming from her bathroom tells me where she is. I open that door quietly, and stand in the doorway, gazing at her.
The shower is over a circular dip in one corner of the bathroom. There is no need for glass, given the magic that stops the spray from going everywhere. Draven’s castle has every convenience.
I watch the torrid spray hit her naked body and my cock grows harder. There is no steam rising from the water. The girl is taking a cold shower to keep her desire at bay.
No need for that.
I stride over to her. She catches sight of me from the corner of her eye and turns around gasping.
I yank my boxers off as I go, and her eyes widen at my nakedness. I step into the shower behind her and take her by the waist. I pull her against my chest, and my cock slips into the crack between her ass, just where I like it.
“Uncle Jake,” she moans.
When she calls me that, my grip on her slender waist tightens hard. I want to shove her against the wall and drive my cock deep into her from behind.
Instead I let the cold water cool me for a moment, then I switch it over to hot.
The water quickly starts steaming. As it heats the both of us, I kiss her neck and fondle her delicious tits. Her deep pink nipples harden and beg for my attention.
I rub the head of my cock up and down the crevice between the cheeks of her ass. With each stroke I let the tip linger against the bud of her anus.
She presses her hands onto the wall. She arches her back to make her ass cheeks rise up. She spreads her legs.
She clearly wants me to slide my cock lower and into her pussy. But I have no intention of gratifying her so quickly.
I guide her out of the shower. I make her bend over the counter top beside the basin.
She glances back at me, her lips moist and parted. It makes me want to drive my cock between them. I am pretty sure I would be the first man to do so.
What is it about her that makes me want her so badly?
I wish I could rip her mask off to take a proper look at her face, but not only is it not allowed, I know from experience that this sort of mask will not come off unless she removes it herself.
I spank her bottom hard, relishing the sting of the slap against my palm and the way she cries out in surprise. Her legs close up.
“Open them,” I order.
She obediently spreads them open.
I spank her again, my hand raining a flurry of stinging blows down on the sensitive skin of the inside of her ass cheeks, reddening them.
Her back arches and her buttocks rise to meet my hand at each blow. I slip my fingers into her pink slit and am gratified to find it slick and wet.
“You deserve this spanking, don’t you baby?”
“Yes, Uncle Jake. I’m sorry, Uncle Jake.”
“And why are you sorry?” I demand.
“I’m sorry I’ve been naughty, Uncle Jake. I won’t close my legs again.”
“Did you enjoy it when Max fucked you?”
“Yes, it felt so good.”
“And did you enjoy me watching your tight little pussy while he fucked you?”
“I knew you could see everything,” she whispers. “It made me feel so naughty and so horny.”
I rain another flurry of blows onto her ass, and she cries out as if she is reaching orgasm.
“Not so quick,” I say roughly.
She won’t come until I’m good and ready for her to come.
I scoop her up and carry her to the bedroom, where I throw her down on the bed.
I want her mouth and her cunt and her ass all equally badly. I cannot decide.
The memory of Max’s rampant cock driving into her wet little pussy inflames me with jealousy. It makes up my mind for me.
The headboard on her bed is a large mirror. I order her to get on all fours facing it. I position myself behind her.
“Look at yourself,” I command.
She gazes at the both of us in the mirror, her eyes filling with curiosity and lust at the sight of our nakedness.
I squeeze her tits while she watches, and then I satisfy my desire for her mouth by kissing her wet and deep.
I tear my mouth away from her, and turn her face towards the mirror. I want her to see this next part.
I place the head of my cock against her small entrance, intending to penetrate her with a single thrust.
Chapter 9
CLARA
I pant and spread my legs open wide, knowing that Uncle Jake will be rough.
I want him to thrust all the way into me. I want him to fuck me hard until I forget how Uncle Karl rejected me earlier.
I’d been so sure that he’d want me. I had wanted to taste him. But again he had said it wasn’t the right time.
I didn’t know what he meant, only that I’d been dreaming of him since he had brought me to orgasm in my bathtub earlier.
And now here I am with Uncle Jake, on all fours on the bed. Like a bitch in heat, as I had heard one of Roxy’s men say to her once.
What is wrong with me?
Earlier I had let Uncle Max have his way with me while all of his best friends watched. Now I’m in bed with another one of them, loving having his rough hands all over me.
I have had crushes on all four of these men during my teenage years, but I never actually thought that I would ever be with any of them, let alone two of them. Does this make me a slut?
In the mirror I see my round naked tits hanging down, quivering with each panting breath I take. My lips are parted. My face is pink all over. I look lustful. My thighs are widespread, and behind them Uncle Jake looms, ready to fuck me.
He wanted me to see this. There is no hiding from what I am doing.
I give a little moan of desire. This seems to excite Uncle Jake. And yet he backs his cock away from me, making me whimper in disappointment.
“Are you horny for me, babe?” he says. “Do you want me?”
“Yes! Please! I want you.”
I stick my ass out towards him, hoping to tempt him. His rough hand lands on it with a crack.
I whimper in delight and rub my ass against his hand. I know that spanking me is turning him on. I sense that he is doing it because he is angry that Uncle Max got to have me first.
Part of me is worried about what Uncle Max will do when he finds out that I have been with Uncle Jake. I remember the way he snarled at Anthony for putting his tongue on my hymen. How will he feel when he finds out I’ve let Uncle Jake ravage my tight little hole with his thick cock?
And yet I can’t help it. I can’t control myself. I can smell that exotic musk in the air. Werewolf pheromones. I am wild for him. I can’t resist.
The memory of Anthony’s tongue diving inside my pussy makes me bury my head into my mattress with shame and lust. This puts my ass high into the air. Jake gives it one last slap, and then positions his turgid hard-on against my aching pussy lips.
An unexpected voice startles me. “Well, well, what is going on here?”
Uncle Anthony is standing in the doorway, watching me and Jake on the bed. His lean olive body is gleaming in the dim light. The muscles of his torso ripple as he strolls closer to the bed.
I should feel humiliated for having been caught in the act, and yet I can only stare at him with my big wide eyes.
Uncle Jake turns me to face Anthony. He pulls me back against his chest and tweaks my nipples roughly, as if creating a display for the other man to watch. My ass humps against his erection, desperate to have it inside
me.
He pushes me down on all fours again, placing me so that Anthony has a clear view of my heaving tits and my panting mouth.
Anthony stands in front of us, body tense, staring at me.
