by Casey Morgan
Alex stroked himself gently. Not as big or wide as his brother, he still looked expertly molded, cast in magic, silky flesh. Unconsciously, Alex groaned as he looked at me. I tensed. Jumped with unconscious joy at this sound. My pussy griped that empty air, thirsting for him. For Travis. For David and Eric in turn.
Eric gave a long low moan. A keening, musical whimper, whispering to me about how beautiful I was. That I had the breasts of an ancient, fertile goddess. “May I mark you as mine, Gwendolyn? May I mark you with my essence, darling?”
I licked my dry, puffy lips. “Yes, Eric,” I said. “I gave you and the others permission to make me yours the moment you won me. Which was long before I ever got up for auction,” I murmured.
My pussy trembled with excitement and growing wetness. An aching in and around her hole, begging for one and then all of them to fill her. Feed her.
Hot hurried breath tingling along my jaw and chin, Eric fucked my tits with energy and speed. He held them tightly together as he did, grunting and gasping as he finally came. Filled my cleavage with his cum. He scooped it up and worked it over my nipples. Already hard and tender from his previous attentions, my nipples practically squealed with delight as the slick, warm semen went over them. It felt silky the way it slid around the nipples, teased the nerves, and I squealed too.
I yipped happily, pulling my legs open from underneath Eric. The other three noticed this immediately, and came prowling toward me. My legs opening was unconscious; part of a desire and hunger I didn’t understand fully, but didn’t need to. I let my hips and thighs sag open, and invitation to all.
Eric kissed me, massaged a bit more of himself on my nipples and breasts, before slipping off the side of the bed, and kneeling by it. There, he decided to kiss and massage my hand and arm. Cradle my breast on that side, respectfully leaving me open to my first gentleman of the evening. The first of three who would take me, fill my insides.
Alex stared at me, my open, soaking pussy, and then at his brother.
David just waved him forward, looking me over as he did.
Alex looked surprised for a moment, and then took his chance. He crawled up toward me like the little tiger he was, kissed me on my mouth, before lifting up one leg, and teasing my lower lips with his tip, with the head of his cock, warm and heavy, even when cloaked in a condom. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised, testing my opening with his cock. With its fat, smoothness. Something I was already eager to taste more of.
“I’m not worried,” I said, feeling like the life was getting sucked for me, just waiting for him to push himself inside. “Please. Take me, Alex.”
David pumped himself faster at this, sinking into his vision of me. Into his appreciation of my open, ready womanhood.
Right as David and I, then Alex made eye contact, I felt my lower lips spread. Pressed open, as something new and wonderful filled me. The silky head of his penis pushed inside. Slowly, delicately, allowing both of us to savor his maiden voyage into my depths. I whimpered, and Alex let out a controlled, shaky breath.
“You okay?” he asked, searching me for signs of pain.
While it was a little painful, a little achy and caused a full feeling the further he went in, but it wasn’t enough to stop. I relaxed my breathing, opened up my legs, concentrated on relaxing my stomach and pelvic muscles. “I’m okay. Better than okay. Please keep going, Alex.” I closed my eyes a bit, feeling like this would help me relax around his length, his girth, which was now pushing into the deeper, darker parts of me.
Eric played with my nipples, exciting and soothing me. Travis stepped closer to his side of the bed. Knelt on it, gave me a sweet, tender kiss. One with tongue and lips so soft, I continued to melt. Lose myself to him, and to Eric rolling his thumbs around my nipples, and to Alex filling me completely.
It was a strange and beautiful feeling to have him completely inside me, but welcome as well. “I’m okay still,” I reassured him. “Go ahead, Alex.” Fuck me. “I’ll be okay.”
“I’ll be gentle,” he said, and started pumping.
The first few slips in and out of my center were the hardest, strangest, and most happy moments of my life. An odd mix of pleasure, pain and satisfaction. Arrogance, knowing I had accomplished a milestone in life. I’d lost my virginity, and now my only concern was that Alex or one of the others would get me pregnant. I hoped and prayed they would.
Travis released his lips from mine, to take them down to my throat. There, he kissed and nibbled, determined to give me a hickey or two. He sucked on the tender parts of my neck. Where my heartbeat was loudest, and chuckled at me. “Really enjoying all of this, huh?”
I could feel the devilish grin on his lips, even when he put them back over my throat and kissed me again.
I didn’t have a verbal reply. Just a sigh. A soft whisper of something I didn’t even understand.
Alex moved slowly at first, massaging my insides like gentle waves cresting and rolling onto the beach. Then, he began to roll faster and longer into me, holding my leg up more and more. Allowing me to feel the slap and bump of him against me. How wet, snappy and loud that action became as the seconds, and then minutes, passed.
Around it all, I felt my insides tingling. Catching fire, like they would melt him down. Make his cock into a permanent, forever blanket of satin on the inside of my pussy. I breathed into this, savoring the strange liquid sensation. The squeezing and pulling we did between each other, like I was the moon and he was the ocean. I heard him pant softly. Breathe as if he were afraid of blowing away this magical experience.
He picked up his pace again, but this time he wasn’t so much a wave, as much is he was a tight, twisting flood of warmth and heat. However he was moving, it made me feel like I was on the end of the sweetly rotating wand. That I was getting pleasured by some kind of magical aspect of him. And then he slipped out and away. But I only missed him for a moment.
A new, thicker and meatier cock replaced him. Without opening my eyes, I knew it was David. His brother. He moved slowly at first as well. Asked me if I was okay, but it didn’t matter how slowly he moved, I still felt him more. Felt every stretch and pull of my pussy two or three times more than I had with Alex. And that was all due to David’s size and shape. Even without being fully buried in me I knew he would full me as full as I could be, his penis was built for deeper penetration. It was already scooping along my textures and ridges more forcefully than his brother’s.
I breathed through it all, reminding myself that I could and would take this like a champ. That vaginas were flexible for a reason, and that the little prick of fear I felt would enhance my pleasure. Would make this even more enjoyable, because there was a little bit of risk.
Still, David whispered to me. Asked me if I was okay, or if he should stop.
I opened my eyes, watching him as he moved. Unlike his brother, he had both of my legs propped up on his shoulders. Alex was along Eric’s side of the bed, reaching over to stimulate my clit. Almost like he knew I needed to be distracted by softer, gentler touch.
David eased himself forward into me more, watching me. Studying me. “Are you sure you’re all right? I can stop if you want me to stop, Gwendolyn.” He stopped his forward movement, daring me to lie to him.
“It’s a bit much,” I said, “but I want you. I’ll get used to you. I’ll adjust,” I said, relaxing my hips and legs around him, around the prospect of more than a few extra inches.
David didn’t look convinced. For a moment, he looked as though he might pull out. Might give me a break, but one challenging look from me stopped that. He obediently continued his forward push until there was no space left. Until I was stuffed with him in ways I hadn’t thought possible or as pleasurable as it felt.
My pussy ached even more than she had with Alex, but not because of any lack of skill. David’s sheer size, like a jawbreaker candy, forced her to open more.
“I’m going to start moving now,” he warned. “Please tell me if it becomes too much. Please te
ll me if you need me to slow down, and I will.”
“Don’t worry,” I said listlessly, already throbbing over his huge length. Clenching over his wide, wonderful shaft.
“Just keep fucking her,” growled Alex, the heat of climbing pleasure obvious in his voice. “Especially if you’re going to interrupt me.” With that, he forced out of a breath, and I watched he gave his dick more brutal strokes from his hand.
David started moving in me. Conscientiously so, as if he were putting himself in my shoes. In the beginning, he barely moved at all. Just jerked himself back and forth, allowing my womb and insides to get use to him. My cervix to brush his tip some, before getting going.
When he did move, it was in slow, deliberate motions back and forth. But his slowness didn’t matter. Again, his length played with all of my texture, all of my ridges in just the right way. Even while attempting not to be “too much” for me to handle, I was very quickly warming up to him. Awakening sensitivities and hungers for him, even with how slow he went.
“More,” I said, surprised by what I had just said as much is he was.
I heard David suck in a breath.
Travis chuckled darkly.
Alex groaned as if he were both happy I cracked the whip on his older brother, and sad that he didn’t get to participate directly.
“I can handle more,” I said. “Please don’t worry, David! I can take whatever you dish out!”
David didn’t say anything to this. He only held my ankles more firmly between his fingers, and began to rock earnestly in and out of me. As he did, I felt like I was being filled and emptied with a heavy, smooth meteor. I know it’s a weird image, but that’s the only way I can describe his heaviness. The weight and gravity of him inside of me, digging and “falling through” into deeper, unexplored parts of me.
Instinctively, my pussy walls grabbed for him. Sucked in around him, as if they knew all about this kind of “falling” and wanted to cradle him. As my pussy clenched, I felt Alex’s fingers land on my clit with more energy. More pressure and speed, quickly whipping up the already-tingly and warm juice there.
Between David moving forward and back along my ridges, pressing in and out of the opening to my womb, causing delicious discomfort to bloom in my pelvis, I was in heaven. I was close to curling into a little ball and exploding like magic. “Oh, God!” I gave a squealing moan, feeling my hands grip around the sheets. A moment later, my stomach tightened, followed by my hips and pussy.
Tightness or not, David wasn’t pushed out. He didn’t go anywhere, and in fact, he picked up his pace. He growled with effort and lust as he moved, making sparks of sharp, liquid fire strike out along his length, and buried themselves in my pussy walls.
My clit clung to Alex’s fingers as they combed and dug into me. Marked every stray bit of skin with want and need. Hunger for release.
Again, I felt my hips and tummy shudder, but this time Travis pulled away completely from my neck. Went somewhere toward the foot of the bed.
“Hurry up, David,” he said. “Some of us have only gotten blow jobs.”
This only made David ride me harder and faster. It was so hard and fast, I felt my tits slapping up and down on me. My tummy and hips shaking under his speed, and my clit thumping with each touch of his balls against my lower lips and ass.
Alex stroked my clit harder and faster, grabbing up a bit of my hood and mound as he did, rolling and twisting the skin in between his other fingers.
I cried out, immediately feeling something in me unhinging. Unlocking and flooding up and outward toward the ceiling. I raised up, feeling this energy twisting and ripping through me, leaving no oxygen in my lungs. No mercy for my speeding, chugging heart.
David kept going. Even when I clamped down on him as hard as I had ever clamped down on anything, and a wall of pleasure ripped through me. Splashed out of me like a tsunami — even then, he didn’t stop. He kept pounding in and out, until he didn’t. Until he groaned and cried and came inside me. I didn’t see much through my dizzy, delirious orgasm, but I saw him roll his eyes back. His gigantic penis thrust deep inside me and until spurts of cum filled my womb.
Alex fingered my hood and clit again, getting another quick, fiery star to burst in my core. Screaming like a wild banshee, I came again. I was rewarded with the feeling of Alex’s cock sliding into my depths again. He fucked me hard and fast, eager for his own release, now that his brother had gone. Rolling and bunching with tension, and then releasing quick, hot shoots of his own cum into me. Something he allowed to happen without ever leaving my clit alone.
I came a third time, short and vicious, as he emptied himself into my womb, and looked satisfied with his work. With me, first and foremost. Himself, second.
Travis scrambled onto the foot of the bed, pushing Alex out of the way. Even from where I was, even with trying to see through my multiple, virginal orgasms, I could see that he was already in dire need of release. That he was already straining to keep himself from bursting.
I held my legs open and up for him as best as I could, looking at him between both of my knees. “Go ahead, Travis. Take your fill of me, sweetheart,” I said, really meaning it. He’d been denied the chance to taste me so far, and I wanted him to have it while I still had it in me to have one or two more releases.
“With pleasure, babe,” he growled, and slid inside me. Unlike the other two, he didn’t wait or hesitate. In part because he was already so hungry, and then another, because I’d given him permission to take what he wanted. How he wanted, without worrying about me. “Oh, fuck,” he said, as he plunged into me, like sunlight plunging through the trees, “of fuck! Babe, you’re so tight! So fucking wet and tight, and after those two!” He hung his head, and began to pound me smoothly and quickly. “Fuck, Gwendolyn! You’re amazing!”
His cock, while not as big around as the other two, was still a mouthful. But it moved like silk. Like polished metal in between my lips and along my ridges, already stimulated and ready to go again. I felt myself contract and roll against him. As I did, I whimpered. Moaned. Breathed quickly and shallowly, wanting to come with him.
“I’m going to come, Travis,” I whispered, whimpering his name. “I’m trying to hold it, but I don’t think I can.”
“Don’t hold it,” said Travis, grunting with effort, and licking his lips. “Come for me, baby. I’ll come when you do.”
That was all I needed to hear. The moment he gave me permission, everything detonated. From the waist down, everything collapsed and then bloomed outward. I had my fourth orgasm right then and there. Soul-shattering, reality-changing, it was the strongest, most unforgiving orgasm I had ever experienced.
By the end of it, I had nothing left. I also had no ability to appreciate Travis’s orgasm, other than a feeling of him swelling inside me. Whimpering softly under his own release, as he nibbled on my neck again. Strove to leave another mark before this was all over.
And then it was. Before I could appreciate the sensation of my boys all climbing into the bed next to me, wrapping their bodies around each spare bit of my skin, I was asleep. I was drained and pleasantly sapped of everything.
My energy. My consciousness. All of that went into a beautiful dream. A dream bathed in white and satin. Dresses and tuxedos, all sparkling around me in a winter wonderland. And the dark eyes of a baby girl.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Gwendolyn
The next morning
Waking up smothered and covered in my four boys, the four loves of my life, that was the most memorable morning of my life. I smiled, pleased with myself. I had finally lost my virginity and I had done it in the best way. I rolled over wondering if I was already pregnant.
Initially, I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t want to leave them or the warmth we’d shared, but I also knew I should get on with the day.
While Eric offered to drop me back off at my place to quickly get dressed in something more suited for work, I ended up telling him I didn’t have ti
me.
David ended up saying the same thing, when getting up and glancing at his phone’s clock, he informed everyone it was almost 8:30 in the morning already. They needed to be at work for an early-morning meeting.
“I need to get into work and help Tina and Sonny,” I told them. “Sonny is another friend of mine who knew and has worked with Tina, and has been scheduled to work today. We need to finish the decorations for next week’s festivities. That will be a big night for me… monetarily speaking.”
“So was last night,” said Travis, putting on the same clothes from last night.
“Yes,” I said, leaning forward to kiss him, as I finished getting my matching white high heels back on, along with the underwear I had worn last night. “But I have other people counting on me. People who are going to be wondering where I got spirited away to if I don’t hurry.”
“Same with us,” said Alex, quickly putting on a fresh dress shirt, pair of boxers and work slacks. “I wish we had more time to spend with you this morning, honey, but time is against us. For now.”
Eric put his hair into a ponytail. “We will come by and see you.” I had no doubt that he would. That they all would, when they were available.
With that, we all finished getting ready to leave the house and headed to work. We all rode in David’s luxury vehicle again. And it was luxurious. But not just for the interior, or the feeling of being cradled against the frosty November morning. But because I got to spend more time with my loves. Men I knew I couldn’t live without after last night, even though part of my heart said to be prepared for that. If I did succeed with casting the Seeding Spell, they would no longer be able to live in Love’s Hollow. My mind rolled, trying to figure out what to do when that happened.
That part of my heart told me to remember that they were wealthy and successful gentlemen. They could and would have any woman they wanted. And that what happened last night, that was just part of the deal. That was just part of them fulfilling their obligations after bidding and winning me at their little “dinner meeting” last night.
