Seven Brothers of Sin

But it seems to be true. Because five sets of male eyes are looking at me now, running over my curves hotly, eating it all up. And in return, my nips poke out even further, begging to be sucked. My pussy gushes again, the trail down my thigh a tell-tale signal of want.

But they don’t touch me. Instead, the men form a circle, towering over my small frame, almost blocking out the light.

“There’s a shower,” Matt urges, voice low. “Go ahead and get clean.”

I gulp.

Oh god, can I do it?

Can I shower in front of the hottest men I’ve ever met, letting them see my everything?

And the real Macy takes over then because with a soft nod, I reach down. Slowly hooking my fingers into the sides of the thin elastic, I pull my panties down, the cotton easing to my knees.

And oh god, it’s embarrassing. Because a thin strand of pussy cum connects my hole to the soft fabric, clear and juicy, evidence of my need.

“Yessss,” comes the hiss of the men. “Yes sweetheart. Just like that.”

And like in a slow-motion scene, Will reaches past me and turns on the shower, steam filling the space quickly. We’re in a sauna now, a dreamland with mist wafting about, their forms like huge sentinels, focused on me alone.

I give in then, opening the clear glass door to the shower and stepping in. Oh god, the hot water feels good, beating down on my oversensitive skin. As I lean back to wet my hair, my tits jut proudly and a collective moan rises from the men.

“Perfect,” rasps one.

“Absolutely perfect,” agrees another.

Emboldened by their noises, I take the soap and rub it over one nipple, then the other, encouraging those peaks to rise, even playing with them a little. The soap is slick against my skin, a clean aroma rising to fill my nostrils. I can almost pretend I’m in a dream, some sequence where my wildest fantasies come true, dirty yet satisfying.

Because here I am, performing for a crowd of gorgeous alphas. And I love it, I adore the attention, soaking it up like a sponge. So with a sweet smile, my fingers trail downwards, lightly tickling my belly until slipping into my slit. Oh yeah, that’s it. The soap greases my folds, and going with the flow, I pull my pussy open, showing the men my insides. It’s so amazing, being here with them, and sure enough, another collective groan rises in the bathroom as my pink petals come into view, glistening and full, my insides dripping already, hole winking with need.

But the men are in charge, and they don’t let me forget it. Ford’s deep voice cuts through the quiet. “Turn around, baby girl. Let us see that juicy ass.”

Like a slave, I turn, my back to them and bend over, my bottom round and heavy. Dropping my head, I wash up and down my legs, then reach back and pull my ass cheeks apart, giving them a peek of my swollen pussy lips, emphasized by that brown pucker on top. As if on cue, my butthole winks then, telegraphing a message.

I want you, it whispers. All of you.

Come get me, it repeats. Put it in.

Oh my god, oh my god. There’s a moment when I feel like I’m in a dream. A dirty, dirty, wet dream. I’ll wake up and it will all have been a figment of my teen imagination. I can’t be this girl, this little whore, showing a group of men her most secret of places.

But it’s real alright. Because five sets of blue eyes are glued to my asshole, watching ravenously as it contracts and opens, as my pussy lips swell even further, clit standing straight up. They want this. The Morgans absolutely want this, one hundred percent.

So I decide to go for it. Standing up once more, I grab the shower head. It’s the kind that’s flexible with a long metal cord, and I blast the water at my chest, letting it pummel my boobies.

But that’s not enough. Turning back to the men, I lean over, showing my holes again, letting them look right up my pussy and ass. Wiggling a bit, I taunt them, giggling over the hissing sound of spray.

Want this big boys? I mime. Want this?

Their collective groans rise in the air again, the men stroking their shafts furiously now, eyes glued to the show.

And slowly, I bring the shower head up so that it’s pointed right at my hole. Oh yeah. The pulsing water is just the thing, and moaning musically, my head lifts, eyes closed. Oh shit, it feels good on my clit, my heavenly bead hard like a rock, begging to be stroked.

And I go for it then. Bringing the shower head up until it’s only an inch away, I blast it full force at my clit before turning to my anus, and blasting that too. One-two-one-two. Oh yeah, the water makes me scream, rushing towards the peak at a hundred miles an hour.