Seven Brothers of Sin

But Sam’s eyes flick up to meet mine then.

“So gorgeous,” he grinds out, exhaling. “So fucking gorgeous.”

And the big man leans forward and begins an all-out assault on my nether region then. His mouth is on my pussy, wet and hot, exploring and taking what he wants. One hand caresses my ass, teasing the little hole back there as the other works my clit. My legs shake as I fight to maintain my balance, even as ecstasy tears through my frame. Oh god, oh god! Yes!

Suddenly, one of the boys is at my back, holding me up. Another joins us at the side, toying with my nipples, and I push my hips against Sam’s mouth, climbing the mountain breathlessly with every passing second.

“Yes,” I moan. “Please, please.”

Sam grunts with his mouth buried in my folds.

“Now,” comes the harsh command, and my body obeys immediately. I let go, diving into freefall as the crest surges, overwhelming my senses. A black tidal wave rises before my eyes even as my pussy shakes furiously, spasming and pulsing with tremors against Sam’s tongue.

“Oh!” comes my scream. “Oh god!”

The orgasm rolls forever, more waves coming, each swell taking me to an indescribable place. I float in a haze, dazed, shaking and nerveless as spasms wrack my cunt and asshole, the tiny puckers pulsing feverishly.

“Unnnh!” comes another scream. “Oh god!”

And finally, the earthquake passes. Slowly, my body descends back into the real world and I loll, dazed on the couch, where the men have placed me. Granted, my limbs are sprawled and I probably don’t look very ladylike, but it doesn’t matter because my clit’s still pulsing with aftershocks, breath coming in great gasps.

“Macy,” Sam growls, blue eyes intent. “Did you like that?”

I squeak something incoherent out, nodding at the same time. But that’s not enough.

“We need you to say it,” growls Smith. “Say the words.”

I look around at the males around me, all of them watching closely, drinking in the sight of a curvy female creaming. Taking a deep breath, I nod.

“Yes, yes I loved it,” are my soft, panted words. And without thinking, another phrase escapes my lips. “Give me more.”

What?

Where did that come from?

This wasn’t enough?

What kind of slut have I become?

But the men nod knowingly.

“We want more,” growls Matt. “But you have to take us all. Capish, sweet thing? All or nothing, got it?”

With wide eyes, I stare. Of course I want them all. Didn’t I just demonstrate that? Slowly, I shift to my elbows, watching as the men line up once more, naked bodies glistening, big dicks even fatter now, dripping with lust to the floor. Holy smokes, I want it, I want to feel seven cocks in me, making me theirs. But why are they lining up again? I don’t get it, and confusion fills my eyes.

But the answer’s coming. Matt turns to look at me again, blue eyes piercing.

“This is the second phase of the dick wall, Macy,” he growls. “You’re losing your virginity to all of us tonight, but we need to make sure that this is completely voluntary on your part. So instead of us pushing into you, you’re gonna come up here and push that pretty pussy back on seven dicks one by one. Does that make sense honey? Does that sound like something you’d want to do?”

I gulp, eyes wide, mind spinning furiously.

“I’m sorry?” comes my nervous stammer. “I’m supposed to … ?”

But Trent’s eyes are unforgiving as he looks at me, one big hand already fisting that massive cock.

“That’s right baby girl,” comes his growl. “You’re gonna push yourself back on seven dicks one by one. So get that pussy slick baby girl, because it’s gonna take a lot of lube.”

I gasp. Oh my god, this is beyond my wildest dreams. I’m gonna fuck seven men, and not just that, but I have to do the honors? Instead of holding still and letting them take turns in my hole, I have to affirmatively push myself back on the massive fuckrods?

Sam nods, confirming the question in my eyes.

“That’s right,” he drawls smoothly. “You think you can do it? You got enough juice?”

My insides clench. Because all of a sudden, the answer’s too clear. I don’t know if I can do it or not, but I definitely want to. I want to taste seven fuckpoles, to feel those rods of heaven in my most private place. I want to fuck myself back on them until I’m screaming with lust, drenching their hot rods in pussy cream.

“Yes,” comes the word from my lips, soft and murmured. “Yes, I can do it.”

Sam’s eyes gleam.

“Then let’s get started,” is his velvety reply. “Matt first.”

And slowly, I make my way to the front of the line. Matt waits for me, that hulking form aroused and so hot that I can literally feel blasts of heat emanating from his body. As I bend over, preparing myself, he leans forward unexpectedly and kisses my wet snatch, tonguing my hole slightly.