We all rise and head down the stairs. The rec room is pretty big, with a bar in one corner and a pool table in another. One area boasts a huge, soft-looking sectional couch. I’d be willing to bet that thing saw a lot of action when the boys were growing up.
But they weren’t lying. There’s also a long row of gleaming trophies along one wall, and as I step up to look, from the corner of my eye, I see Will at the top of the stairs, locking the door from the inside.
Hmm, very interesting.
Does that mean …?
Must be, right?
I gaze at all seven men full-on then. They’re the best-looking group of alphas I’ve ever seen. Now I understand the statement “tall, dark, and handsome.” But I could also add intelligent, wicked, dominant, and arrogant to the list too. Plus, charismatic, sexy as hell, and panty-melting hot.
I lick my lips, taking in those heated stares.
“So …?” my words hang in the air. “Trophies?”
But this time, the alphas aren’t fucking around. Sam steps forward, rolling up his shirtsleeves.
“Macy, it’s time,” comes a low growl.
My heart is about to pound right out my chest.
“Time for what?” are my soft words.
But I know. My pussy is already wet just at the thought.
The brothers are fierce as they stare me down, circling like lions. I’m biting my bottom lip, feeling shy and sexy and overwhelmed at once. Can I handle this? Can I handle whatever these seven men have in store for me?
And finally, Ford speaks.
“You know,” comes that low growl. “You’ve always known what we’ve been building towards. We want you, Macy.”
Oh god. Oh god, oh god.
“But I’ve never …” comes my breathy gasp. I can’t get the words out. It’s too embarrassing. But it’s better if they know, so I force the sentence out then. “I’m a virgin,” I mutter, ashamed, bowing my head. “A virgin.”
There’s silence for a moment, and I can’t look up. I can’t meet their eyes because it’s so humiliating. Most girls have lost it by fourteen if not earlier. But me, the big girl? Nope, still untouched.
So what are they going to do? Reject me? Start laughing? Bend over double holding their stomachs, it’s so funny? I hold my breath, expecting raucous guffaws to break out.
But instead, there’s silence in the air, the tension thick. Slowly, I steal a peek, unable to keep my curiosity in check.
And immediately, my insides grow hot. Because if anything, the Morgans are even more aroused, those blue eyes blazing, bodies hard. Ready to take and own.
“That’s perfect,” Will grinds out. “Absolutely perfect.”
“Nothing could be better,” is Smith’s deep vow.
“We want you shaped to our cocks,” finishes Sam’s smooth voice. “Your pussy is gonna be molded just for us.”
My eyes fly open. Oh my god, this is so dirty. Is that even possible? I’ve never had anything up there before, so does that mean I’ll be shaped especially for them? Like I was created for this set of men? The thought is so dirty and I want it bad, giving in then.
“Yes,” comes my breathy pant. “Yes, yes please.”
Seven pairs of eyes gleam bright.
“Take off your clothes, Macy,” Trent growls slowly. “Start with that dress. That purple dress that made me think of a plum. Your plum, so ripe and juicy and ready to be eaten.”
“We love that you’re a cook, Macy,” Tim adds. “We love that you like to eat, because we like to eat, too.”
“You gave us a sample,” Will finishes. “But a sample’s not enough. We’re here now, all of us, and it’s time to get real. What do you think of that?”
My breath is coming in short bursts. I’m not afraid, not at all. But I am nervous. What will it mean if I do this?
But there’s only one path. I want to do what I want for a change. My parents have tried to control me for my whole life, tried to mold me into someone I’m not. And no one I’ve ever dated before has made me feel this awake. Alive even. It’s a whole new world, like what was previously gray and brown and drab is now sparkling with color.
So I pull my dress over my head in a smooth motion, letting it drop limply to the soft carpet near my feet.
“Come here boys,” is my soft entreaty. “Come and get what’s yours.”
And with that, the men descend. As for me? I can’t wait, shivering with anticipation because vistas are going to open tonight, making me into a real woman who’s cherished and adored … at the hands of seven men.
CHAPTER NINE
Macy
The males surround me, eyes hot, big forms looming. But instead of feeling intimidated, my insides go soft and loose, liquefying under their gaze. Because yes, it’s the new Macy. No more wallflower at the back of the school gym, unwanted and unseen. My virginity’s going out with a bang, and that means at the hands of seven men.
Reading my mind, Sam’s eyes burn.
“Touch yourself,” is his low, throaty command.
He’s the only one who hasn’t stroked me in some way yet. I wonder what Sam thinks of me. Does he like me? Does he think I’m a decent person, or the next-door whore? Because Sam’s a god, commanding and charismatic, the oldest of the brotherhood. I need him to want me like his siblings do, and a small gasp escapes my chest.
But obediently, my hand wanders down, lightly stroking through my panties. Sam nods approvingly, those blue eyes so bright they’re like diamonds, icy hot with internal fire.
My hand finds my nipples, gone hard in the cool air of the basement, and I rub against the pebbled nubs, ever so lightly. Raking fingernails softly over the skin of my shapely belly, the men moan in a chorus, eliciting goosebumps all over my body.
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 th
em, 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.
But Tim just grins slyly.
“No prob, we’ll do legs then,” he rasps. “Would you like that little girl? A little leg play?”
I color. Because this is the craziest thing that’s ever happened in my life. I’m in a darkened rec room with seven naked men, all of them gods. Their dicks are out, and I’m being passed down the line like a precious jewel, petted and fondled. What’s coming next after this? But I’m too wrapped up in sensation to think things through.
Besides, Tim’s dropped to the floor, massaging and kissing my ankles, calves, and thighs. The alpha knows every erogenous zone and I cry out once more as he suckles the backs of my knees, everything going weak at once. Who knew this was a pleasure center? I nearly come from the sensation, there’s a jolt of electricity straight to my clit, making my pussy vibrate.
But Trent’s gotta get his slice of the pie too. He steps forward as Tim works down below and seizes my mouth in a deep, soulful kiss. The liplock penetrates the haze of my brain like lightning through fog and I moan sensuously, clinging to those broad shoulders.
“Open for me, Macy,” Trent rasps harshly.
In a trance, I obey, and immediately his tongue slides inside to meet mine, rough and smooth at once, sweeping my inner cavity. It’s so personal that I almost faint from the intimacy, even as Tim continues his exploration of my legs. Oh my god. How will I handle more?
But more it is. After enjoying my body, Trent and Tim reluctantly give me up to older brother Smith’s ministrations. And Smith’s blue eyes gleam as he takes in my flushed, sensuous body.
“I think you know what I want,” he growls, stroking one finger slowly down my curves. It bounces over my nip, making me squeal, before dipping lower to my waist, and then into the vee between my legs. Oh yeah, the alpha rubs my slit slowly, torturing me.
“Wet, aren’t you?” he chuckles harshly, those eyes on fire. “You’re a wet little slut, huh?”
I can’t say yes or no. All I know is that I want him, and my hips buck a little, trying to catch his finger inside.
Another harsh chuckle.
“Oh no, sweet thing. It’s too soon. This is just gettin’ you ready to go.”
And I mewl again as he teases, spreading my sticky wet nectar all over my clit and down to my asshole, tapping that rusty star as I gasp, pleats clenching. No matter. Smith grins lazily.
“Now for Fordie.”
There’s no time to catch my breath because Ford spins me roughly around, making my head whirl. One giant hand is on my lower back, pushing me down.
“Grab your ankles,” he grunts. Nothing’s too depraved for this man. He probably fucks girls on his motorcycle going sixty miles an hour, the alpha’s that type of guy.
So I do just as asked, baring my ass to him. A drift of cool air wafts over my brownie, and I whimper slightly but then Ford slaps my butt, hard. Got it. No noises and no movement. Stock still, my form trembles as the big man runs a finger along my crack, stopping at the winking, blinking hole. Oh god, is he going to? Is he going to do it?
And of course he is. This is Ford after all, dirty bike mechanic cum lawyer. With a nasty growl, the man dips a finger in, just slightly. I jump involuntarily, asshole clamping even as prickles run down my spine.
“Ford,” I pant, craning my neck to look at him over my shoulder, eyes wide. But Ford ignores me, smacking my ass again before pushing his finger in further, loosening my rim before worming up my anus.
“Unnh!” I scream from shock more than anything. Holy shit, my ass is being fingered by a much-older man in front of an audience to boot. And betrayingly, my pussy drips heavily then, slippery hot nectar coagulating at the hole before sliding down one thick white thigh.
“Ohhhh,” comes my moan. “Oh oh oh.”
“Careful,” grunts one man. “She’s too excited.”
And evidently Ford agrees because he pops his finger out of my anus, giving it one last smack, before passing me to Sam.
Oh god, Sam. The eldest. The most charismatic, the one I haven’t won over yet. For a moment we do nothing but stare at one another, my brown eyes wide and dazed, his blue full of fire. Live electricity crackles between us.
But Sam’s just as depraved as his brothers. Without tearing his eyes from mine, he grunts.
“Leg up,” the alpha gestures to an ottoman.
Slowly, I part my thighs, balancing one slim foot on the cushion. Holy hell, I’m so revealed right now. My thighs are spread, even my pussy lips pull apart a little, giving a glint of the ruby red within.
But Sam doesn’t lose a second. The billionaire crouches before me, face inches from my bared pussy and leans in, taking a deep whiff of cunt, sensual and musky. Going hot, a blush creeps over my breasts and tummy, burning me up from the inside.
But Sam’s eyes flick up to meet mine then.
“So gorgeous,” he grinds out, exhaling. “So fucking gorgeous.”
And the big man leans forward and begins an all-out assault on my nether region then. His mouth is on my pussy, wet and hot, exploring and taking what he wants. One hand caresses my ass, teasing the little hole back there as the other works my clit. My legs shake as I fight to maintain my balance, even as ecstasy tears through my frame. Oh god, oh god! Yes!
Suddenly, one of the boys is at my back, holding me up. Another joins us at the side, toying with my nipples, and I push my hips against Sam’s mouth, climbing the mountain breathlessly with every passing second.
“Yes,” I moan. “Please, please.”
Sam grunts with his mouth buried in my folds.
“Now,” comes the harsh command, and my body obeys imme
diately. I let go, diving into freefall as the crest surges, overwhelming my senses. A black tidal wave rises before my eyes even as my pussy shakes furiously, spasming and pulsing with tremors against Sam’s tongue.
“Oh!” comes my scream. “Oh god!”
The orgasm rolls forever, more waves coming, each swell taking me to an indescribable place. I float in a haze, dazed, shaking and nerveless as spasms wrack my cunt and asshole, the tiny puckers pulsing feverishly.
“Unnnh!” comes another scream. “Oh god!”
And finally, the earthquake passes. Slowly, my body descends back into the real world and I loll, dazed on the couch, where the men have placed me. Granted, my limbs are sprawled and I probably don’t look very ladylike, but it doesn’t matter because my clit’s still pulsing with aftershocks, breath coming in great gasps.
“Macy,” Sam growls, blue eyes intent. “Did you like that?”
I squeak something incoherent out, nodding at the same time. But that’s not enough.
“We need you to say it,” growls Smith. “Say the words.”
I look around at the males around me, all of them watching closely, drinking in the sight of a curvy female creaming. Taking a deep breath, I nod.
“Yes, yes I loved it,” are my soft, panted words. And without thinking, another phrase escapes my lips. “Give me more.”
What?
Where did that come from?
This wasn’t enough?
What kind of slut have I become?
But the men nod knowingly.
“We want more,” growls Matt. “But you have to take us all. Capish , sweet thing? All or nothing, got it?”
With wide eyes, I stare. Of course I want them all. Didn’t I just demonstrate that? Slowly, I shift to my elbows, watching as the men line up once more, naked bodies glistening, big dicks even fatter now, dripping with lust to the floor. Holy smokes, I want it, I want to feel seven cocks in me, making me theirs. But why are they lining up again? I don’t get it, and confusion fills my eyes.
But the answer’s coming. Matt turns to look at me again, blue eyes piercing.
“This is the second phase of the dick wall, Macy,” he growls. “You’re losing your virginity to all of us tonight, but we need to make sure that this is completely voluntary on your part. So instead of us pushing into you , you’re gonna come up here and push that pretty pussy back on seven dicks one by one. Does that make sense honey? Does that sound like something you’d want to do?”
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