“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.”
And like a whore, I back my ass up onto a fourth dick, folds spreading wetly, squeezing tightly around the man meat.
“Unnnh!” comes my squeal. Trent is fat all around, thick and heavy, and the fit is so snug that it takes more than one push despite my goopy slickness. He’s only halfway in and stuck like a pig in the mud. So summoning my courage, taking a deep breath, I push that big ass back again, this time pussy swallowing him whole.
“Holy fuuuuuck,” he grunts. “Aw shit.”
“Man, that box is really somethin’ huh? Shit, and her pussy lips are hugging you like a dog.”
What does that mean? What the hell, calling me a “dog”? But there’s no time to act because Trent groans, pulling himself out while forcibly pushing my hips away. It’s no use. We’re stuck together, he’s so big and my twat’s so small. So Trent turns to Ford and grunts.
“Help her, will ya? If you want a piece of this, help get this pussy unglued.”
And Ford’s only too happy to oblige. Our resident mechanic cum lawyer reaches a hand beneath my torso and begins strumming my clit, toying with that hard nub.
“Oh!” is my surprised cry, electric jolts running through my sweetest spot. “Oh oh oh!”
“That’s right,” chuckles Ford deep in his chest. “A little more lube will getcha unstuck.”
And sure enough, my pussy gushes like a waterfall again, wetness streaming down my thigh as Trent pulls out, his massive club dipped in superglue.
“Thanks man,” comes that grunt. “Owe ya.”
But Ford’s not listening because he wants a piece of the action as well.
“Giddyup, sweet thing,” the big man grunts even as his finger continues strumming my clit, making me cry out and wiggle. “Ride Daddy’s pole, cowgirl.”
And I can’t resist. Oh god, he’s so dirty, and I’m so fucked. So I push back again, this time swallowing Ford’s hot fuckrod in one gulp. Literally I’m so wet this time that he slides in easy, dicking me to the max.
“Unnnnh,” is my throaty moan. “Ohhhhh.”
But Ford’s on it.
“That’s right sweet thing, you did good,” he murmurs all the while rubbing my clit. “Now off, because you’re almost done.”
And with a pinch to that sensitive spot, making me scream, he pulls out and turns me over to Smith.
The CEO just stands there, gazing at my puffy slit for a moment.
“Shit, she’s got your fluids,” he speaks, never taking his eyes off my swollen, engorged snatch. “The fluids of five horny bastards. But make that six,” he says. And without any hesitation, his bulbous, deep purple glans is right at my hole. But the wrong hole, that’s my asshole and I protest.
“No, no!” comes my cry. “Wrong place!”
A small hand snakes around, grabbing his cock and pointing it in the right direction. And because I can’t stand the feeling of being empty, he doesn’t even have to ask. In one smooth stroke, I hump backwards, swallowing my sixth dick in ten minutes.
“Umph,” he grunts. “Aww shit. No worries, I wasn’t gonna fuck your butt this time, baby girl. That’s for later.”
What? My head drops, pants growing faster and more labored. Anal’s coming? Oh god, oh god, my insides juice hotly at the thought. It shouldn’t turn me on. I shouldn’t crave seven dicks in my back end, but everything’s gone crazy. Anything’s possible now.
And Smith can read my mind.
“Naw, not tonight baby girl, you’re getting your pussy broken in tonight. But later,” he says, bending down and kissing the back of my neck, warm air blowing across my nape. “Later,” he whispers harshly.
And with that, the billionaire slips out, leaving me for the last man.
Sam.
The new guy, who I only met tonight.
The oldest brother, who’s seen the most and probably had a thousand girls in his bed.