Seven Roses (Haremworld)

Mia rotated quickly and then started to slow down. I watched as Mia’s pussy passed me by, wishing I could fuck her so bad my cock was almost screaming for the sweet release her pussy could bring me. I watched as she circled the room and without warning, she came to a stop in front of me again. I stared at her delicious pussy, wanting to taste her orgasm again. It was such a wonderful treat, so tight and pure. Burying my tongue inside of it again would be pleasure and there was a good chance I would rub my glans raw in my pants or ejaculate without stimulation like one of those crazy people on YouTube that touted hands-free orgasms. If such a thing was physically possible for a man, I was sure that Mia could make it happen for me.

“He gets another shot?” Matt looked over at me and shook his head. “That ain’t fair.”

“No.” Coach Dawson shook his head. “If it lands on someone she’s already been with, it goes to the person on their right. His—we’ll call it seven minutes—is what goes on record.”

Seven minutes. Fuck.

“I’m up then.” Joe turned Mia towards him and I watched the beautiful pussy disappear from my sight.

I guess it wouldn’t have been fair, even if I would have enjoyed doing it again.

Chapter 7: Joe

As a kicker, I only got to be a hero when the game was on the line. In those few minutes, I either drilled it between the goal posts or listened to a crowd of people instantly hate me. I practiced way more than I played, and I rode the bench most of the time when I wasn’t warming up. I spent my life in my brother’s shadow, even though I was older than him. For two seasons in the NFL, I was a free man—until the Texas Cowboys decided to draft him too. The season hadn’t even started and he was already the only Rollins people seemed to care about. I thought high school would be the last time until he ended up at the same college I was attending and when that nightmare was over, I surely expected to be home free in the NFL. For some reason that sibling rivalry didn’t seem to matter much with the beautiful Mia in the front of me. He may have brought her to the dance, but I was going to be the first Rollins to go down on her and with enough finesse, I could be the first one to fuck her.

“Get over here, gorgeous.” I pulled her close. “I’m going to make you cum in record time.”

“Make her cum faster than I do and I’ll grill you a steak every weekend for a month. Lose and you do the same for me.” Matt extended his fist and I bumped it, agreeing with the bet.

“Time is already started.” Coach Dawson said with a growl.

Shit.

I dove between her thighs so fast with my tongue extended that I almost split her hymen in half when I penetrated the opening of her pussy. She let out a groan of concern before I withdrew it from the thick webbing and started circling the entrance as fast as I could. She tasted like divinity, easily the sweetest pussy to ever grace my taste buds. I moved up to her clit and started letting my tongue rise and fall against it. I strummed it like I did my guitar when I was playing a sweet country song and her body reacted immediately. I started mentally picturing the chords for my favorite Kenny Chesney song and strummed her pussy to the tune in my head. I was a bit of an anomaly being a country music fan from Michigan, but I never could get into the hip hop or the random rap and roll music that seemed to be so popular. I felt her body react, especially when I started going through the chorus.

Mia, I don’t see...how you could ever be...anything but mine.

The lyrics for the song echoed in my head, even though the situation at hand meant she was going to be everything but mine—exclusively at least. She was going to equally belong to us once the formality of her hymen was plucked and we each of us got a turn. I wondered what was going through her head—besides the pleasure my tongue was bringing her. I couldn’t believe a virgin girl had agreed to come back to Coach Dawson’s ranch and live with seven guys who were all interested in being her first. It was like a twisted bachelorette television show with no cameras. I moved my tongue against her pussy with the song echoing in my head. When it was done and she was still moaning with no end in sight, I tried to play the song faster the second time around, moving down and plunging my tongue into the opening of her pussy again. I tasted the sweetness of her virginity a few more times and then moved back to her clitoris, rubbing it furiously with my tongue.

“I don’t think I can cum again.” She moaned and lifted a hand to her lips, biting down on it.

“Just relax, Mia.” Coach Dawson’s words were kind. “You’re going to cum for everyone at the table, no matter how long it takes.”

“It won’t take me long.” Jerrod tapped the table. “Give me my turn next.”

“You’ll get her when the table spins her to you.” Coach Dawson’s words started to distract me, so I tried to focus on nothing but her pussy, blocking out the noise around me.

Mia may not have thought she could cum, but my tongue was determined to carry out my cock’s wishes and get a turn. I could feel myself losing track of the song, so I just went with the chorus as fast as my tired tongue could go. I started wishing I had gone a little slower until she was close, but I had already gotten her hyped up for the speed and it was all she was really reacting to, so I had to force myself to keep up the pace. I felt her pussy started to spasm lightly and I closed my eyes, visualizing how nice her tight pussy was going to feel when it wrapped around my cock. I was going to stretch her virgin pussy out so much she would never forget me. I sampled the entrance again, feeling it still in a light spasm, so I moved back to her clit and picked up the intensity until I thought my tongue was going to cramp. My jaw was tight and stretched as the muscles flexed. I felt her body start to shake and I knew she was there. I rolled her clitoris in my tongue several times and forced her over the edge until she was almost screaming.

“Yes!” She started to pant loudly. “That’s it, I’m cumming!”

“Good job, Joe. That’s seven and a half minutes though, so you’re now the bottom man on the leader board.” Coach Dawson sealed my fate with his words.

“That’s okay.” I sat back and watched her quivering body struggling to relax. “It is going to take longer from here. She could barely orgasm for me.”

“That’s because you suck at pleasuring a woman.” Jerrod hit the table with his hand. “Come on Coach, spin her around again.”

Chapter 8: Mia

My body was in absolute havoc. Chaos swirled in my head. Three orgasms back to back, each one brought on by an amazing man that wanted me in his bed. I was nervous with the arrangement when Coach Dawson pitched it and even more nervous when I was face to face with all seven of the men who wanted me, but after feeling how amazing they were at making me cum, I started to just let my inhibitions go. I was never the prettiest girl, even though I was a cheerleader. My body was mine to use for my pleasure and I couldn’t even fathom fighting it anymore. I was going to belong to whichever guy managed to win his way into my bed for the first time and after that was done, the remaining six would have their turn at some point. I didn’t think I could lose my virginity in one night and immediately take six more cocks, but I would make sure each of them was taken care of in some way.

“Matt, you’re up.” I stopped spinning and felt myself being pulled towards Matt.

“Time to set a new record.” His eyes met mine and he smiled. I did my best to return it, even though I was feeling numb from my head to my toes.

I would have been perfectly fine with Matt being my first—in fact, I probably preferred it. I wasn’t afraid of Jerrod’s comment about him jackhammering my pussy. I felt like it was going to take a jackhammer to make me orgasm from a man’s cock after having so much pleasure from their tongues. Matt was big, cut with muscle instead of fat like a lot of the linebackers in the NFL. He could literally pick up men bigger than him and throw them like a child tossing a sack of marbles. I had also watched him take plenty of cocky quarterbacks like Jerrod and snap them in half when he sacked them. The timer started and Matt pulled me closer. He started off slow, moving his tongue around my labia. If I hadn’t already experienced three back to back orgasms, I would have probably felt it a lot more. I could feel the heat of his breath that had a hint of longing on it as he brushed his lips along my slit.

“She ain’t even moaning yet.” Jerrod leaned over. “She’s still conscious though. Coach, you may have to call it. Mia is spent.”