Seven Brothers of Sin

Throwing my head back, my curvy form goes crazy. Because I want to put on a show they’ll never forget. It’s my first time after all, to be remembered and cherished.

So slowly, I turn, bending over to show them my rump. The men are ravenous, their gazes hot, skimming and caressing every inch of me. Oh god, I can feel it and let out a purr like a sensuous cat. The men growl even louder, entranced.

Slowly, I rub my inner thighs before leaning over even further and reaching up to lightly tap my asshole with a finger. Immediately the pleats contract and a small whimper escapes my lips.

“More,” comes a strangled growl. “More.”

Smiling through my legs, I turn again, spreading my pussy lips, letting my fingers dip slightly at my hole, savoring the wetness. Oh god, I’m sopping, rivulets of nectar running down my thigh.

But going with it, I keep moving. Slowly, my finger runs through the juice, getting slickly wet. And then I taste it. Yeah, I raise it to my lips and lap lovingly, tonguing the sweet juice.

“Mmmm,” comes my low hum of pleasure. “Ummm.”

And Matt’s the first to take his cock out. He unzips those dark jeans, slipping out of them, pulling his plaid dress shirt over his head. He was the first of the brothers I met, and I knew his body was beautiful, but his cock? A thing of incredible proportions. Magnificent, large, smooth. He wraps his hand around it and begins to squeeze, never taking his eyes off me.

“More boys?” I ask coyly. “You wanna show me what you got?”

Holy cow, I’m such a Jezebel. But the words do the trick because the others begin to disrobe as well. And suddenly, I’m standing in front of a wall of men, seven Adonises, all eyes on me. Some are slightly taller, some more broad, Smith with a thick thatch between his legs. But oh god, seven men, nude, hairy, muscular, hard and horny for me.

I’ve died and gone to heaven. Because there’s no doubt what they want. Seven dicks are out, pointing my way, tips glistening with pre-cum. Gulping, my mouth goes dry involuntarily, before filling with saliva. Oh god, I want to taste, touch, and suck, before welcoming those monsters in my inner chamber.

But how is this gonna work? I’ve got multiple holes and hands, yes, but that’s not enough. There’s seven of them, so how is this going to go down?

Grinning, Trent reads the question in my eyes.

“Calm, little filly, calm,” he growls. “Come to us one-by-one. It’ll be easier that way.”

And slowly, I make my way over to one end of the line, looking deep into Matt’s eyes. He’s huge and hard, that giant cock already grazing my belly.

“Don’t be scared, baby girl,” he says in a low tone even as those blue eyes devour me. “It’s the dick wall, seven of us, one at a time. You can do it.”

The dick wall? What the hell? They have a name for it? But it’s true because the Morgans are lined up now, cocks jutting proudly at ninety degree angles, just waiting to taste my sweet twat. I juice involuntarily, going wet inside. Oh god, oh god, I’m here to fuck the dick wall. My eyes go wide with stunned shock, and yet I want it so bad.

But there’s no time to think because Matt distracts me. He places his hands on my breasts, lifting them, fondling slightly before lowering his mouth to lick and kiss the soft creaminess. My back arches, giving him access, and I moan as his teeth graze each nipple, first gently, then with more fervor.

But that was only step one of the wall. An impatient grunt sounds out, and Matt gives me a slight push towards Will, still licking his lips.

“Fuck she’s creamy,” he grunts. “Have a taste.”

I turn to stare at Matt. No dick in pussy? Wait, did I miss something?

But Will’s got other things on his mind, shooting me a wicked grin.

“Naw honey, we’re just getting you ready first. You’re new, baby girl, you can’t ride the dick wall without some hard-core prep. So that’s what we’re doing,” he says, dipping one finger down to rub sensuously against my aching clit.

Instinctively my eyes fall closed, hips arching as I moan his name. Oh god, oh god! Electricity sizzles through my cunt, pussy gushing wetly into his palm. The big man watches me the entire time, licking his lips as I cry out sensuously, gyrating my hips. Oh god, this is good.

But the pie has to be split seven ways, and too soon, Will passes me to his twin.

“Take it easy,” he warns. “She’s ready to spill,” he grunts, licking his palm of pussy juice. I color, still dripping between my legs. Because it’s true. Any more clit stimulation and I was going to explode like Fourth of July fireworks right here in the basement, screaming and moaning.