by Casey Morgan
As I went up and down on Alex, I felt my stomach muscles clenching and opening. Clenching and opening over and over again, and each time they did, more and more of him seemed to fill me. Seemed to radiate out from the center of me, where I was impaled, where he was cushioned in my grabbing, clinging velvet.
Alex groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head for a moment as he rammed me up and down on him again, after pausing to slowly work me down and over his length again. Make it so his head gave me a good scrubbing, before being fucked like a bad, greedy girl I was.
This is what I got for not choosing. For refusing to pick just one of my favorite candies, and instead stuff myself with the whole box. I cackled gleefully, humming in my lust and reckless abandon. This made Alex wiggle me on him faster and rougher than before, pounding me from below at the same time.
Travis, who finally succeeded in wetting and lubing up my tight, inexperienced ass, fingered it. Put the tip of his thumb inside. Something that immediately sent me falling forward a bit on Alex, and caused me to slip my mouth onto the tip of David’s waiting cock. High above me as he was standing on the bar. Something that was delicious and embarrassing all at once. The gagging sound I made on him was adorable, even to my ears. Revealing, despite how short and quick it was.
David put his hands on either side of my head. To stabilize me. To keep me from falling forward too quickly on his penis, and choking myself further. In a way that wasn’t enjoyable or safe. There, he began to guide me slowly and expertly over him. Over his bare length. As he did, I tasted wonderful muskiness. Felt wonderful, full, warmth on my tongue.
At the same time this was happening, Travis stuck more of his thumb in my ass, before trading it out for a finger or two, opening up my puckering ring.
I drooled, gulping my saliva down with more of David’s cock. I hummed pleasantly, giggling despite myself. “So good,” I moaned, and I wasn’t sure what I was praising.
Some of it, all of it? It didn’t matter. I was getting so fucked, and I so enjoyed it!
I clenched around Alex’s cock and Travis’s fingers in my ass.
“I knew you might like it up here,” Travis murmured, going a little faster. A little harder inside. And he was right. I was loving it. I lusted after it. I wanted his cock in my ass. I was really and truly a virgin back there.
I blushed, rocking against him encouragingly. At the same time, I rocked against Alex and he stammered. Stuttered cutely, before slamming himself deep into me. Giving a panicked puff of air. As he did, he trembled from head to toe, coming in me. I could feel it by the way his cock buckled and shivered inside me. Let go every bit of control, and sprayed my insides with warm, copious cum.
I cried out from that, and from the feeling of Travis’s cock playing around my ass cheeks. My hole, which had already been played with, and was begging for more.
I was spared from begging for it myself, rocking up against Travis’s penis any more than I was. Tracing any more of his long, curved manhood than I already had, because he obliged me. He stuffed his cock head, followed by incremental amounts of his shaft, into my ass. My tight, naughty hole and stuffed it all away to the hilt.
“Taking it like a champ,” said Travis, smacking my ass as he began to fuck it. Move in and out of it slowly but steadily as I sat on his lap.
As he started to rock forward and back behind me, filling me in a much more intimate way than even Alex’s cock, Alex slipped out of me. Still hard and dripping with cum, he followed his brother’s instructions. The instructions I was barely listening to. “Take my place,” David said. “Steady her. I’m going to take my turn before I lose myself. That would be bad manners.”
David rocked me back onto Travis, he slipped into my pussy and started pounding me. As he did, I saw him put one hand behind him. Brace himself, but continued to rock his hips. Pound them into me, slapping my pussy lips with his balls. Aligned just the way his brother had been, his huge cock already touching my clit. Even while I was leaned back some.
I whimpered out of breath, feeling both excited and dizzy. Close to some kind of orgasm I had never experienced before, and afraid of what that might mean.
David took me out of Travis’s hold before I could worry too much about it. Unlike his brother, he actually kept me at an angle. Kept me only covering a portion of his cock, not the whole thing. And for good reason. There was a lot of it to try to fit in at this angle, which he probably thought was going to be too painful. Especially with Travis’s penis still buried and riding the inside of my ass. Stimulating all the ridges and valleys there, making my tummy and hips ache.
David’s cock slid in and out of me. Bold and strong, just like him. It was hot and cold at the same time, as he moved me up and down him. Forward and back on his long, curved beauty. I ached to put my mouth around something, so I did. Eric’s lips, positioning my breasts and nipples in his hand as I did.
Eric moaned appreciatively, and I knew he had been beginning to feel left out before I included him. I let him pinch and fondle my breasts to his heart’s content. He moved down to my clit, shortly after, which he began to touch with soft, feathery motions. In seconds, I was overly sensitive.
David kept his hands on me, and, as I shivered and shook around him from Eric flicking and teasing my clit the way he was, he stiffened. Surged, and brought himself deeper into me. Deeper than he had dared, but I didn’t mind. He was like satin to my insides. And he only added to that satin, as he blew his load inside me. Covered up his brother’s cum with a dump of his own. Two, three big squirts, was what I felt before he let me go.
I squirted on him. It was my first time squirting. David dropped his head down and lapped it up eagerly.
“Did you just squirt, Gwendolyn?” That was Travis, leaning into me. Pumping me harder and faster in my warm ass. “Such a naughty girl you are,” he said, his voice flickering with bad-boy goodness. “But it looks like I’m going to have to be a naughty boy too, because I’m blowing right…now! I can’t not, after seeing that!”
Right then and there, Travis came. Slammed into me, clutching me to him, as he gave me his all. I heard him suck in a dry, fading breath, like his balls were strangling him, and then tighter and tighter he went. Bigger and bigger he got in my ass, before filling it with warmth. Heavy, jerking spasms of release, ending in him collapsed against me. Me collapsed on top of David, and Alex and Eric caressing me gently at my sides. Murmuring about how beautiful and necessary I was to them. How lucky they all were to have a woman like me.
Travis kissed the back of my neck, my shoulders and upper and middle back sweetly. Sleepily, as he came down from his ecstasy. As we all did, hearts pounding in unison.
Vaguely, I remembered Eric not getting any release.
So I tiredly reached up and tried to open up the front of his pants. The nice and fresh ones he’d put on for his meeting today, but he stopped my hand. Kissed me gently.
“You are so kind, so sweet for wanting to make sure I get something good,” he said, “but I’d feel better if I waited. If I let you rest and recuperate from the other three before taking anything.” He smiled kindly, truly meaning it. Not just saying it for my benefit. “It doesn’t always need to be all at one time, darling.”
I accepted his wishes, though I still felt guilty. Especially when I was full of everyone else’s seed but his, but if Eric was fine with it, then I had to be too. I had to respect him as much is he respected me. Especially with things like this.
“I’ll be ready for you tonight, my love,” I told Eric. “I need you. I want you to try to get me pregnant too.”
He nodded and kissed my forehead.
I looked up at the clock and saw that our carefully enjoyed hour was almost up. My workers would be back any minute. Eric took over the duty of dressing me. Redoing my hair, since it had fallen out of its up-do long ago.
Travis and Alex disappeared into the kitchen to make me my lunch, while David came around to my wall of liquor and started making me a drink. Nothin
g alcoholic, but one of my favorites. How he knew, I didn’t know or care. It was a freshly made cream soda, with rummy accents to it. Good thing, too.
Without my boys there to help me get fed and properly hydrated, properly dressed and groomed again, I would’ve been out of luck. Short on energy. By the time my food came out of the kitchen (a bacon and jalapeno grilled cheese, with a side of truffle-butter fries, and braised Brussels sprouts), it was already getting close to time for my other workers to return.
I ate gratefully of the food. Drank deeply of my soda concoction, sighing contently.
“We will try to come visit you near the end of the night, Gwendolyn,” David was saying, as I continued to eat, and he and the other three started to straighten out their clothes and get ready to leave. I didn’t want them to, and I knew they didn’t want to either, but it couldn’t be helped. They were beyond late getting back for work, despite owning the place. “We will try as best as we can, but with the auction last night, and the amount of money you are due, we have a lot of paperwork to finalize. A lot to make sure goes smoothly.”
“I’m also going to make sure I follow up with the private detective,” said Eric.
“I’m going to get your loan paid off, since I know which bank you’re dealing with.” That was Alex.
The security element belonged to Eric. The financial one to Alex.
I was beyond grateful, but too hungry to stop eating. So I murmured “thank you” over a too-full mouth, feeling satisfied and taken from in the best way possible.
“I’m going to find out where Carl is and pay him a visit,” said Travis.
“But we’ll make sure to come see you tonight. Be here to learn more about this spell and what needs to happen to make it work, since it looks like you have enough help for the bar,” said David. Without even looking in his direction, I knew what he did: that my workers were already coming back toward the door, ready to start in again after lunch.
“We love you,” said Travis, coming to kiss me on the lips.
“So much,” whispered Eric, doing the same.
“Always and forever,” added Alex.
“You’ll never have to worry about anything ever again, love,” said David. “Nobody.” He gave me a kiss, before shepherding the rest of the boys out with him. “See you tonight.”
I knew I would.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Gwendolyn
One week later. The day of the Harvest Festival.
The little girl with dark hair and dark eyes grabbed my hand. She pulled, a signal that she wanted up into my arms. We both looked over the big spell pot I was stirring. I couldn’t quite see what I was making, everything was hazy. Dark around the edges. Deep in my consciousness, I knew, I understood that I was dreaming.
`The little girl in my dreams pulled her arms around my neck tight. She gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
“Can I stir the pot, mommy?” she asked in a sing-song voice.
I set her down and guided her up to the counter. She grabbed the wooden spoon with her tiny little hands and began to turn it counterclockwise. As she did she sang a little song. I ran my fingers lovingly through her silky dark hair. Was it chestnut color? Or darker?
My child looked up at me with dark eyes. Eyes that looked exactly like my own.
“Mommy, where’re my daddies?” she asked.
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I woke with a start. Daddies?
I was in Eric’s bed. The boys were sleeping gently around me. I reached out and touched each of them lightly and lovingly. Even when I didn’t know I needed them, my boys had come. They had entered my life, even when I wasn’t sure there was ever going to be anyone out there for me. And that all might end tonight.
I rose quickly, careful to not disturb any of them. I needed to get home to The Lucky Spell Pot. My dream had left me disturbed and I didn’t want any of the boys to see my discomfort. I wrote them a quick note and went out to my car.
I would see them tonight. After the Harvest Festival, when we all did the Seeding Spell. I was ready, mind and body. I knew I was already pregnant. It might be early for human technology to tell but a witch knew. The boys and I had been together many times in the past week and one of those times had gifted me with a baby. A baby girl with dark eyes and dark hair. Who exactly was the father? I didn’t know or care. They all were to me.
The streets were quiet when I got home. Quickly, I ran up the stairs to my second floor apartment and hurried inside. The Harvest Festival would start in one hour. I had just enough time to change and get ready before Tina and my other help showed up. But first I needed to look into my grandmother’s things, I needed to find the instructions for the Seeding Spell.
I unlocked the large wooden trunk that sat at the foot of my bed and was immediately hit by the smell of lilacs. Grandma Cora wore a distinctive perfume. Like a field of lilacs in the spring. Rummaging through her books, I found an old picture of us together standing in front of the bar at The Lucky Spell Pot. We both looked so happy and content. I missed her guidance and love. Setting the picture aside, I continued looking.
The parchment containing the Seeding Spell was squished in the corner of the chest. Great Great Grandmother Agnes’ writing was loopy and hard to read, but I managed to figure out the instructions. I had only read the very first part when I was younger. Step one: the Bishop woman must be with child. Since I was a virgin before, I had never bothered to read more. Now my eyes opened wide in surprise. Step two: take the love of your life to Heart’s Lake and make love in the waters on the night of the Harvest Festival. It went on to step three. Say these lines: Magic of the earth and sky, love and protect this town of my birth, as I love and protect my true love, held in my arms tonight, may all things be magical. Once those words were said the Seeding Spell would be complete.
My brain caught. I needed the love of my life. Did that mean one person? I didn’t love one of the boys better than the other. Did the spell expect only one man? I sighed and stuffed the parchment with the spell into my pocket. I would just have to have all of them up at Heart’s Lake. Hopefully that would satisfy the spell’s requirements.
I ran downstairs and right into Tina who was coming up the stairs to find me. Grabbing my hand to keep from falling down the stairs, she let out a large “Ekk!” I pulled her to me.
“Thanks, Gwendolyn. We already have customers downstairs and the cook’s not…” She stopped and regarded me with wide eyes. “Oh my God! Your pregnant! I can feel the change in your aura.”
A big grin broke out on my face. “Yes! Yes! I know. I can’t believe it.” I turned her towards the bar and we both shuffled down the steps.
“Last I remember you were dating those four guys,” she continued. “Which one did you decide to get serious with?”
I felt my face go pale. How was she going to react to me being serious with four guys? “Um…Well…I…”
“Which one are you going to marry?” She asked, impatiently.
“I don’t know if I’m going to marry any of them, Tina. I haven’t been able to choose. I love all of them.” I looked away, not wanting to see the shocked expression on Tina’s face.
“Oh!” she said. “So you don’t really know who the father is?”
I cleared my throat. “I like to think that it’s all of them,” I explained sheepishly.
She regarded me and raised an eyebrow. “And they are okay with that?”
“They are okay with sharing me. I haven’t officially told them about the baby yet,” I admitted. “But I think they suspect. We are going to try to do the Seeding Spell tonight.”
Tina’s face broke out into an expression of pure joy. Her eyes were wide and she grinned like a mad woman. “Oh my God, Gwendolyn! That would be so awesome. I would love to have my magic back. I haven’t been able to do a full spell in ages.” She grabbed me and pulled me into a big hug.
Our mini celebration was interrupted by several patrons asking for menus. Tina and I hurried into action as the
pub started to fill up.
The day went by in a flash. I was so busy filling drink and food orders I could hardly think about anything else. The Harvest Festival was bringing in more people than I had ever seen before. Every table, booth and bar seat was filled and I could hardly get them clean before the next group was being seated.
I was overjoyed. True, I didn’t really need the money anymore since my auction, but it still helped and it made me proud to see the old pub hopping. My grandmothers would be proud too.
About 3pm, the phone behind the bar rang. Tina answered and then called me over. I told her to take a message, but she shook her head.
“He says it’s Eric and it’s important,” she explained.
I nodded and took the phone from her. “Eric, what’s up? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Gwendolyn.” It sounded like he was smiling. “I have news. Good news. I gave all that information and recordings to a friend of mine at the FBI. Carl has a record for arson in several states. He and Maxine were arrested this morning. They are being charged with arson, intimidation and theft. They are never going to bother anyone ever again.”
“Oh thank God,” I breathed. “Thank you, Eric! Thank you so much!”
He chuckled. “Sure, babe. Try to relax as much as you can today. I’ll see you tonight.”
I hung up feeling on top of the world. Sure, Carl and Maxine would have been kicked out of Love’s Hollow tonight, anyways, if I got the Seeding Spell to work, but now they wouldn’t bother any other small businesses. They deserved to go to jail.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Gwendolyn
