The President and the Starlet: A Forbidden Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  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.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Tim

  Three months later …

  It’s been three months since we found our sweet female, since we owned that pretty little pussy in our parents’ basement. And Macy’s been a champion ever since, a purring sex-kitten welcoming a steady rotation of Morgan cock.

  Because every night, one of us slips in through her window like a horny adolescent, ready for anything and everything. That’s right. Every single night, Macy takes one of the Morgan brothers, screaming as we own that pussy again and again, giving her all. The brunette’s definitely not a virgin anymore, not by a long shot.

  Plus, this was supposed to be a summer jaunt, but it’s fucking serious now. Ted and Maddy are shocked that the seven of us are still around, lurking around the house. They think it’s because my dad’s sick, but the real reason has to do with the beautiful girl next door. She’s too tasty. Too sweet. And hopefully, she’ll be carrying our baby before the summer’s over.

  Because yeah, that’s our objective. We haven’t told Macy yet about the single-heir goal. But the eighteen year-old’s not dumb. We go at her again and again with no protection, breaching that beautiful pussy and leaving giant globs of sperm inside. So you know what? The brunette’s gotta be in on the game. She’s gotta know that pregnancy is just around the corner, and that we’re gonna get our Morgan heir.

  And it seems like Macy’s down with it. She loves us, mewling and opening her legs every night, any which way we want it. Before, the brunette was a genie in a bottle, trapped and unhappy. But now that she’s out, the girl’s a nymphomaniac. She’s drenched in Morgan cum 24/7, and it’s a miracle the sweet thing can even walk, her pussy must be so
sore.

  But there’s a strict schedule for our time with Macy. We all want to be the dad of our coming baby. So according to the pact, each brother gets a night of the week. You miss your night, too fucking bad. No switches, no swaps. And so far, no one has missed their Macy time. I think Trent canceled some meetings on his appointed day to make sure he had the energy, and Ford skipped a trial, he wanted to be around. After all, the girl’s just too sweet, willing and delicious. And again, we all secretly want to be the seed that sticks, the one that makes her swell with a Morgan heir.

  Fuck, it makes me hard just thinking about her swollen with our baby, tits spilling with milk. I want to see how much curvier our pretty girl can get when she’s got a bun in the oven, how much extra flesh and poundage there’s gonna be to squeeze and love.

  Plus, Will and I have a plan. Tonight, we’re gonna do double. Yep, Macy’s gonna take us both at once, and I know she wants it. Sometimes her eyes trail from my twin to me, hungry and lascivious while licking her pink lips, imagining the world. So yeah, she’s getting a dose of twin cock tonight.

  And not just that, but Will and I are going to walk right in the front door of her house. Most nights Marsha and Jim stay up later than any of us assholes are willing to wait. We need that creamy pussy so bad that it’s a fucking joke. So like teenage boys, we climb into her second-floor window like criminals ready to ransack and pillage, spreading our seed.

  Tonight’s different though. Macy texted and said her parents had an early dinner at the country club so they’d be in bed by sundown. And then showtime.

  Will and I are there as soon as the light flickers off. We traipse up the stairs like it’s no big deal to be doing a two-on-one with her parents right down the hall, and stroll into the girl’s bedroom where all the magic happens.

  Thankfully, our sweet thing doesn’t let us down. Macy’s waiting, naked and rubbing a vibrator on her clit already, legs spread wide, a special smile just for us.

  But she was only expecting me, and not Will. A gasp escapes that pretty pout.

  “Both?” she stammers, eyes flicking to me and then him.