“Baby girl, you did great,” says one.
“Like a champ,” adds another.
“Just six more to go,” rumbles the third.
My eyes jerk open then. Six more? Oh god, oh god … YES. Squinching my eyes shut, I wiggle my hips tentatively. A twinge of pain lances outwards, but Matt’s hot rod embedded deep in my insides is doing its job. My vaginal walls contract reflexively, and the big man groans.
“Aw yeah,” he grunts, rolling forwards a little. “Aw yeah.”
And with that, he pushes in further before pulling out slow, making me moan.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “There’s blood on my dick. She’s a virgin alright.”
His brothers murmur with approval.
“Shit. A virgin, a real live virgin.”
“Exactly what we’re looking for.”
“Damn, the little girl’s perfect.”
And with that, Matt grabs my hips again and slowly strokes in once more, eyes closed, chest tight. The alpha moans deep in his throat before pulling out languorously, leaving only his tip inside. And then his cock falls out entirely, bouncing heavily against my ass.
“What?” I turn my head, panting, to look into his eyes. “Why …? What …?”
That blue gaze flares, but he steps aside so that Tim takes his place, a second big dick pointed straight at my aching pussy.
“Like we said,” Matt rasps. “This is the dick wall, sweetheart. The woman who’s right for us will ride the wall like a champ.”
“Now baby girl,” croons Tim, positioning my hips with both hands, lining himself up. “Take Daddy Tim in that pretty cunt. Show me how much your sweet pussy wants it.”
And I almost explode then. Because this is beyond my wildest dreams. I’m in a room with seven hot, naked men, all of them ready to fuck. I just bent over and impaled myself on a massive rod, breaking my own cherry. And now I’m about to take cock number two? Holy shit, the sperm of two men is gonna mix in me?
But it’s true. The Morgans wait expectantly, eyes hot, watching my every move. And with a mewl and a groan, it happens. That’s right, I want stiff cock so bad now that I jerk my hips back once more, pussy lips spreading, inner channel swallowing Tim’s massive cock.
“Ahhhh,” he breathes. “Fuck you’re tight.”
“She’s a virgin,” growls another male voice. “What’d you expect?”
And slowly, Tim inches all the way up my channel, purple glans bumping my cervix and making me squeal a bit. Fuck, he’s so long, his tip’s gonna pop out of my throat if I’m not careful. But you can’t have too much of a good thing because the alpha pulls back, the slide incredible, before pushing back in once more, and then withdrawing entirely.
“Ummm,” I moan, head lolling between my knees. “Um.”
And through my parted legs, I can see that it’s Will next. He doesn’t say anything, merely swiping a finger through my folds, testing my wetness. And then there’s the bump against my swollen hole, the line-up. Like a good girl, I ease my hips backwards once more, swallowing a third fuckpole.
Holy shit, holy shit! Is this really happening? Is this innocent, eighteen year-old Macy Jones, fucking three men? It’s like an out of body experience, except that I can feel every single second, every sensuous rub on my sweet spot, the length of three stiff fuckrods.
But there’s seven Morgans total, and I want them desperately now. At this point, all reservations have flown out the window and my pussy’s creaming hard, leaving their dicks glossy and wet.
“Shit, she’s so fucking turned on,” says a male voice.
“Of course,” rumbles another approvingly. “The mother of our child should be.”
My eyes fly open at that. Mother? What was that?
But it’s too late to say anything because Trent’s behind me now.
“You know what to do, sweet thing,” he rasps. “So do it.”