“I – I,” she stammers, right on the edge. Her body twists, pussy begging to be touched, aching like hell.
I want to bury my dick in there, but it’s not time. It’s all breast play tonight, so I bite down on her nip, hard. Simultaneously, Will sucks her right side, literally coming off that tit with an audible popping sound.
“Ahhhh!” she screams then, curves twisting, wildly writhing in our arms. “Unnnh!”
And oh yeah, it happens. We don’t touch her puss, no. But Will lifts her skirt so we have a view of that panty-clad pussy, and it’s a gorgeous sight. Her nether lips quiver under the thin lace before spasming, clit so huge that it literally presses against the thin material like a bullet.
And as we watch, a wet spot grows at her crotch. Oh shit, she’s so fucking dirty! Her puss is leaking like a faucet, and pretty soon the entire seat of those panties is drenched, the delicious scent of hungry cunt rising like musk through the air.
But Macy doesn’t know. She’s wrung out, dazed, lolling in her chair like a limp doll. I lick her nipple once more, teasing, before pulling her top up and covering heaven.
“You alright baby girl?” I growl. “You alright?
Shit, I need to rub one out fast, but the female’s welfare is most important right now. Because the innocent teen just got a breast job from four alphas, and that’s enough to overwhelm anyone.
And frankly, she’s not doing super well. The brunette sags heavily against me as I lift her in my arms, standing to full height. We’ve had our fun, and it’s important to do a clean sweep now. We take care of our women, especially girls as sweet and innocent as this little brunette.
So with long strides, I take the stairs two at a time. Nudging a door to the right with my foot, I peer inside. Oh yeah, this is her room. Or her childhood room, more accurately, because it’s still covered in posters of boy bands and puppies in baskets. I want to laugh, but there are more important things right now.
My brothers trail me into the space as I lay her gently on the bed. Oh god, she’s beautiful, like a sleeping princess, skin flushed, a dreamy smile on her lips.
“Trent?” she asks in a dazed voice. “Matt? Tim? Will?”
And it’s too much. I can’t resist. Leaning forwards, I pull her top down once more, going in for a kiss. Matt, Will and Tim do the same, worshipping that pinkness, her crests still hard and sensitive, our mouths popping off one after another. Those ruby nipples gleam wetly, pointing skywards.
“Ummm,” she murmurs in her sleep, pressing her thighs together. “Ummm.”
My brothers and I share knowing smiles. Because goddamn, the girl came from just a tiny bit of breast play. We didn’t touch her pussy or massage her asshole, nor stroke any other sweet spot. So if Macy’s this good from just that much, what’s she gonna be like when we touch her elsewhere? What’s she gonna be like when we put our cocks in those sensitive holes?
With one last look, our massive bodies file out of the room, still hard and painfully aroused. But one thing’s clear now … we’ve found our girl, and we’re teaching her a lesson this summer.
CHAPTER FOUR
Macy
Oh god, oh god.
I startle awake on top of my blankets, tits hanging out of the dress I wore yesterday. Did I seriously let four guys play with me like that last night?
Because I’m a bookworm, a huge nerd. There’s still a Harry Potter poster in my room, for Christ’s sake. I cook and I study and I read. What I don’t do? I don’t let four hot, much older men get me off just by playing with my private spots.
But it happened. It wasn’t just a dream. Matt, Tim, Will, and Trent. More than half of the week, by my count, all focused on me, all worshipping my body. It was so delicious, amazingly mind-blowing. Who knew sex could feel like that? Suddenly, my body roars to life, thighs clenching once more. Because oh god, it was good. I’d come like a hurricane, blasting everything in sight, panties sopping wet.
But for some reason, the boys never pulled out their hard cocks. And what cocks they must be. I saw the ridges in their jeans and shorts, they were unmistakable, enormous and proud, like four replicas of Thor’s hammer just waiting to pound and conquer every pussy in the world. Ted and Maddy Morgan must have done a voodoo ritual to get boys that well-hung.
Slowly, I shake my head again, still dazed from the memories. What in the world happened last night? I mean, my neighbors spent the entire afternoon making sexual comments, but I assumed that was just their personalities. They’re like their own little fraternity – the Seven Brothers of Sin.
And I know that what I did was definitely not normal. Not by an inch. Not by a tenth of an inch. But it felt so good. It was amazing to be feasted on, and they’d loved my body as much as they’d loved the food I prepared. The men had sipped and nuzzled, their only goal to make me come.
And come I had, like a champ. Holy cow. How can I be acting like this? So slutty and yet … so satisfied.
Because I have to admit that I loved it, every single second. I loved being the focus of four men, their eyes worshipping, hands caressing. And their mouths. Oh god, the memory of those mouths on my breasts, caressing my hard nips, licking along the soft bulbs makes me cream even now.
Oh god, oh god.
It really was me.
And it really happened.