Sold on the Beach_A Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  “We already witnessed that!” an eager member of the audience calls out.

  “Yeah, let’s get through these vows so we can see what we all came here to see!” yells someone else.

  I roll my eyes at the guys, because I’m thinking there’s no way we are showing off as much as we showed off during the auction. That was for fun— this is forever.

  “Rebekah,” Brett tells me, drawing me in and holding me close. “I have loved you all along, but my friends gave me the motivation to go for it. I am happy to be becoming not only your best friend but also your husband and your family.”

  “And you have plenty of other family now,” Ainsley says, as he and Drew and Mark step close and wrap their arms around me.

  I didn’t bother to invite my parents to this wedding, because I knew they wouldn’t approve of anything about it or the relationship. I still have hope that one day my mom will call me during a time we can actually talk, but until then, I’m going to live my life the way I want to- and with whom I want, even if that does happen to be with four guys at once.

  “I’m so glad I came on Spring Break with you and decided to be my true self,” I tell Brett. “Thank you for helping me find love. I’m so happy to have found all of you and to share what we have together,” I say to the other three.

  “By the power vested in me by the state of Florida,” Eve says, with a smile, “I now pronounce Brett and Rebekah man and wife. And to the others of you, I now pronounce happy whatever-you-want-to-call-it.”

  We laugh and kiss each other.

  “Finally!” says one of our accidental wedding guests. As we were gathering for the wedding, some regulars saw Eve and assumed it was an auction. When they saw it was us, they wanted a repeat show. “Now we’re getting to the good stuff.”

  Brett grabs ahold of my hand and we run into the water, with our wedding clothes on and everything, as the other guys chase after us. I guess they don’t care about returning the tuxes. They’ll just pay the store for them.

  Soon we’re a big mess of entangled limbs under the waves. We can’t hear the guests’ protests but we’re sure they’re upset. I kind of like the idea of being taken in the ocean, where people can kind of see me, but not really. As it gets darker, I decide it’s the most perfect wedding night a girl could have.

  Brett scoops me up into his lap as he bobs in the water. His big cock is already out of his pants, and he hurries to scooch my dress to the side and then he moves my panties to the side with his fingers, too. My other grooms are in a hurry to join in the fun, and they all start putting their fingers inside my pussy hole, which is wet with so much more than just ocean water.

  “I love how we all stretch you out nice and tight,” Brett says.

  “And this is just with our fingers,” Drew adds.

  It’s true. All four of them have their fingers in me. As I look down and underneath the water, I can see all of them touching me, playing with me, stretching me, filling me with their digits. Meanwhile, some of them start to play with my breasts. The combined sight and feeling of so many fingers in me and hands on me at once makes me start coming right away.

  “Oh, my God, my husbands!” I cry out. “You’re all already make me cum.”

  “That’s what a good wife deserves,” says Brett. He begins to push his rock hard cock into me, while the three other guys still have fingers in me.

  “I don’t think it’s possible for me to stretch any further,” I call out, panting now.

  “Oh, we’re about to test that theory right now,” Ainsley says.

  He pulls my leg around his waist while my other leg is still around Brett’s waist. Then, using the ocean water as lubrication and the gentle rocking of the ocean to propel his rhythm, he slides his cock in beside Brett’s in my pussy.

  “Wow,” I call out, barely able to believe it. “I have two cocks in my pussy.”

  “And you’re about to have one in your ass for good measure,” Drew says.

  He swims around behind me while pulling his large cock out of his pants. He pushes it into my ass and I cry out because it hurts a little.

  “Hey now,” he says, slapping my ass and then squeezing it, hard. I love it when he does that, and it helps me relax while he fits his cock all the way into my tiny, tight asshole. “You’re my wife now.”

  “You’re the wife of all of us now,” says Brett, as he thrusts his cock in and out of me. “All thanks to me.”

  With Ainsley doing the same thing, I’m loving the way their cocks are rubbing together inside me. The vibration is making me cum, and I shout out into the wind.

  “Hey now, what about me?” Mark asks. He’s the only one who is still touching sand, and he steadies us, bringing us a bit closer to sure.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the crowd moving closer to us on the shore. Some men are walking into the water and jerking themselves off while they watch the four of us fuck. But I don’t care, and I’m even turned on by the excitement of being watched while at the heights of ecstasy, just like our very first time together.

  Mark flips me over so that I’m on my side, with Brett and Ainsley in my pussy and Drew in my ass, and I’m practically laying on top of the water. He puts his big cock in my mouth and I nearly choke as I taste salt water, but I eagerly eat it, lapping up his pre-cum along with some ocean water.

  “Good girl,” says Mark, as Drew spanks my ass again and says, “You’re such a good wife to us.”

  As he squeezes it tight, a man standing close to us yells out, “Yeah, you’re a good slutty wife, and I love to watch how red he’s making your ass as he spanks it and grabs it.”

  My pussy begins to ooze its juices onto the two cocks inside me as I get even more turned on at people looking at my body while my three husbands are pleasuring me at once.

  “I’m coming!” I call out, writhing in ecstasy as every single hole I have is filled by the men I love.

  Mark’s cock is so big and throbbing in my mouth that I can barely hold it in. I feel so amazed as I’m crammed and stuffed to the brim, stretched open wide by so many cocks. I begin to choke on the cock and the water that gets into my mouth as I suck on it while I cum.

  “Here, baby, come here,” says Mark, steering us closer to shore.

  He lays me down in the sand with the water lapping at my pussy while Brett and Ainsley are still inside it. I don’t even care anymore that everyone is watching my honeymoon night. In fact, I love it, and apparently my new husbands do too.

  “Look how far her tight little pussy stretches open for us,” Ainsley says, pulling the lips of my pussy open wide and showing everyone how his cock and Brett’s are both crammed into it.

  “I fucked her for her very first time,” Brett announces, proudly. “And now we’re the only ones who can ever fuck her for the rest of time.”

  “That’s right,” I say, as I feel Mark’s cock begin to pulse inside my mouth. I look up at him and grab his balls while he closes his eyes and says, “I’m about to cum in your mouth, Bekah. Holy fuck.”

  He lets loose a big wad of cum in my mouth. Meanwhile, I’m on my hands and knees in the sand and water while Ainsley and Brett are working my pussy hole with their cocks and Drew is fucking my asshole while spanking my ass over and over.

  “Hell yeah,” Brett says, grabbing hold of my ass cheek and hips at the same time. “I’m going to cum in your pussy Bekah. It feels so good.”

  He explodes inside me while Mark rubs the nipples of one of my breasts in between his fingers and squeezes my other breast hard with his hand. I’m still swallowing his cum as he rubs his cock all over my face and then moves it down to my breasts, fucking them and letting any remaining drops of cum roll down my nipples. Everyone watches as he licks his cum off my nipples.

  “Okay, I want to be in her mouth,” Ainsley says, coming around to the front of me and shoving his cock down my throat.

  I blush, thinking about how it was just in my pussy. I know he’s thinking the same thing because he says,
“I love how dirty and naughty you are and how you let me do anything I want to your body. Or, should I say, you let us do anything we want to your body.”

  If there’s one thing I’ve discovered about myself, it’s that I can be a dirty, naughty girl when I’m with Brett and my other lovers. And I absolutely enjoy it.

  Mark comes around to the front of me and decides to pay me back for the oral sex. Now I’m half sitting, half standing, as Drew fucks my ass and I suck on Ainsley’s big cock. Mark takes my clit in his mouth and sucks on it, while I feel like I just might faint from too much pleasure. He plunges his tongue into my pussy hole while circling my clit with his finger, rubbing me off and eating my pussy in front of everyone on the beach and everyone gathered close in the water.

  “Oh my God,” I call out, not caring who hears or sees. I clutch Mark’s hair and bring his mouth even closer in my pussy as I feel a dick in my ass and my throat. “I’m coming. You guys are making me cum so much.”

  “I need to get in her pussy again,” Ainsley says.

  “But I’m not done down here,” Mark says. I love how they’re fighting over my pussy.

  “Well, we’re just going to have to work something out,” says Ainsley. Mark pauses for a moment while Ainsley shoves his cock into my pussy. Then Mark returns to what he was doing, sucking on my clit.

  It feels so amazing to have Ainsley’s cock going in and out of my pussy while Drew’s goes in and out of my ass hole and Mark sucks on my clit. Meanwhile Brett plays with my tits and with his cock at the same time, jerking himself off all over again. All of them together are making me feel like I could explode.

  “Oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, wow,” I call out, having never felt so great in my life. “You guys are making me cum four times as powerfully as one orgasm.”

  I’m bouncing up and down with two cocks in me, on Mark’s face, while he reaches up and plays with my tits and everyone is going wild with clapping for us in the crowd.

  “This is the best wedding reception ever!” I can hear Eve yell out in the background.

  “I’m going to cum in your pussy,” Ainsley says.

  “And I’m going to cum in your ass,” Drew chimes in.

  “Oh my God,” says Brett, reaching down to take his big cock in his hands again, since he had just been playing with my tits. “I’m so hard again too and I think I can cum again.”

  Ainsley and Drew blow their loads inside me at the same time, while Brett spurts his cum on my boobs and titty fucks them. Then he stands back and rubs some of his juices on my face before I take him in my mouth and suck his cock off nice and good, being sure to slurp up every last drop.

  “That’s so hot,” he says, as all of us collapse together on the beach. “I love you, Bekah, my wife.”

  “I love you, Brett, my best friend and husband,” I tell him.

  “And all of your husbands love you,” say Ainsley and Drew and Mark, as they open up my pussy and ass hole to inspect the creampies they left in me, as if it’s further evidence of their undying affection.

  “That was the best money I’ve ever spent,” Brett says, while the other three agree.

  “And this is the best Spring Break I’ve ever had,” I tell them, as we all cuddle up to spend our wedding night and our last night on the beach together, in each others’ arms, where we belong.

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  Sold at the Games: An MMMF Reverse Harem Romance

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  Chapter 1 – Melissa

  Today has started off like any other. I’m still in my PJs, which isn’t abnormal since I like to lounge around in them when I’m not going anywhere, watching a Youtube channel about the South Korean economic model, when I hear frantic pounding on the door to my apartment. It must be my crazy neighbor again, I think. He is old and half blind, and always confuses my apartment for his.

  “Mr. Kim,” I call out, in my best attempt to speak Korean. “Your apartment is two down from mine, remember? Two to the left of mine?”

  “Melissa! This isn’t Mr. Kim!” calls a voice, in English, muffled not only by the apartment door but also by laughter. “Whoever that is. This is your BFF! Open up!”

  “Sheila!”

  I get off the couch to let her in. I have no idea why she’s here so early. We didn’t have pre made plans, and she’s usually anything but a morning person. But, one thing I know for sure is that whenever Sheila is around, adventure lurks.

  “Come on,” she says, motioning towards the exit hallway as soon as I open the door, as if reading my mind and proving my point. “Let’s go.”

  “Let’s go where?” I ask, puzzled.

  She rolls her eyes and looks me up and down. “Why are you still in your pajamas?”

  “Umm, why aren’t you?”

  “Because we’re going to watch the Olympics. Hurry up. You’re not going like that, are you?”

  “What the hell? Sheila? The Olympics?”

  We’ve been in South Korea for six months now and this is the first time I’d heard of this. We’re studying journalism at Northwestern and we’re here to study abroad and to report on North Korea’s affect on South Korea economics.

  I’d obviously known that the Olympics were being held here, and I’d thought that sounded pretty cool, but I didn’t think there was any chance we could actually go. I wasn’t too crushed about it, though, because I’m not a big sports fan. I’m more of an academic nerd.

  Sheila likes to tease me about this very fact. And perhaps it’s for this reason that she’s inviting me to attend the Olympic Games with her, however she managed to swing that. She’s always trying to encourage me to get out of my comfort zone and have some fun.

  “Can we just go to the Olympics?” I ask her, puzzled. “No, right? We need tickets or something?”

  “Well, that’s the thing,” she says, looking as if she won the lottery. “I scored us an invitation.”

  “How’d you do that?” I ask her, only mildly impressed. Sheila has a way of wiggling her way into anything fun or newsworthy.

  “I was at a café when I met this adorable Korean lady, Amy, who has connections. She pulled some strings and said the two of us are welcome to come watch in special VIP seating she has.”

  “Wow,” I say, feeling as if it’s almost too good to be true. But then I return to being realistic— which is my realm, although Sheila prefers the fantastical. “I don’t know. It sounds like it could be kind of dangerous. And plus, I have a lot of studying to do. I don’t even know what’s going on at the games. I’d probably root for the wrong team or something.”

  “Oh Melissa, don’t be your usual nerdy self,” Sheila said. The she laughs. “Just root for Team USA and you’ll be fine.”

  “That was a joke—” I begin, but she keeps talking.

  “Have a little fun for once. We’ll just go to the slopes and watch the snowboarding events. Those guys are super hot. What’s wrong with watching them on their boards?”

  Her devilish grin makes its trademark appearance, and I give into her, like I always do.

  “Hold on, let me put me on some warm clothes,” I tell her. “It’s going to be so damn cold.”

  “Can’t you ever look on the bright side of things?” she asks, to which I answer, “No, I can’t,” as I start to change. Good old Sheila. She can talk me into just about anything.

  As we arrive at the slopes, we meet up with Amy and she introduces herself to m
e.

  “I’m so glad you both accepted my invitation,” she says, with a smile and a wink. I look at her blankly, wondering why she would care so much.

  Sheila nods her head and smiles. “Thank you so much for inviting us.”

  “Yes, thank you,” I add, trying to sound grateful.

  And, I am grateful, although the whole situation seems kind of weird to me. I start to admit to myself that it’s a good thing I agreed to come. The air is crisp and the sky is bright; there’s a feeling of competitiveness and optimism in the air that’s contagious.

  The half pipe event is more fun to watch than I would’ve thought. And the athletes are in super good shape.

  One snowboarder keeps getting my attention. He’s buff and tan and looks like some kind of Greek god. His long, straggly, dirty blonde hair falls into his eyes, escaping from his beanie.

  “I see that Martin Schmidt has caught your eye,” Amy says, leaning over so that she’s in my field of vision, and laughing.

  “What? Who?”

  “Don’t act so innocent,” Sheila pipes in. “You’ve been staring at him since we got here.”

  I shrug, but I can’t help but blush. They’re right. He’s so hot.

  “You’re completely normal,” Amy reassures me. “He’s lusted after by ladies the world over. And he’s a spectacular athlete too. He always wins.”

  Sure enough, he wins silver in the event.

  I thought I had come to South Korea to study and kick off my journalism career. Apparently, I also came to watch the Olympics and ogle the hot athletes, especially this one. Looks like I like sports more than I thought I did, I think. Or at least, certain athletes…