by Casey Morgan
“Plan and bid heard,” said Sylvan. “Unorthodox, but I’ll allow it. Since it was clearly stated, along with the bid amount for number 9.”
I sat down in my chair after that, feeling all kinds of shaky and nauseous. But also angry and frustrated, since it had fallen on me to do something simple but effective toward this problem. Without me, our table would have fucking lost the whole cake.
I looked at the other men, scowling at them. “You’re welcome,” I said. “You see? This is why you need me in this damn group, okay?” I curled my fingers up into my hand, leaving one hand free to point accusingly. “All of you love Gwendolyn, but none of you had any fucking clue what to do here. None of you thought for one moment about bidding together. Bidding as a group.”
David glowered at me.
“Most of you,” I amended in a whisper. “But you still didn’t suggest that we do that instead, David.” I forced myself to take a deep breath, watch the room around us. There were no bids to counter ours. Not yet, and I hoped it stayed that way.
While I didn’t hear any bids, I saw a lot of glaring. A lot of dirty looks, despite the flawless silverware (made of platinum) and the crystal glasses actually made out of diamonds around those tables.
As far as I was concerned, they could glare all they wanted. We were going to get our Gwendolyn, and I was going to make sure that happened.
That’s why I had bid $4,000,000. $1,000,000 for each of us. To be equal. To be fair. To prove to us and her that we were all equally serious. All equally invested in what she had given us, and what more we wanted from her.
“Any follow-up bids for number 9?” A pause. Full of amusement. “The current bid stands at $4,000,000.” He turned toward Gwendolyn. “They must really want a piece of you to offer that much for you, darling.”
Gwendolyn quaked a bit under this, but remained strong. Focused on me. On the rest of our table.
“Anyone else want to find out what they’re missing out on?” Sylvan turned back to the audience, goading them. Squeezing them for any more cash, but I had just stolen all possibility from them. All the money they were willing to part with spiritually and mentally.
No one else dared to counter my offer. Our offer as it stood. Silence reigned then.
“Going once, going twice.” A smack of his fancy cane upon the ground. “Number 9 and her virginity sold to table 6 for $4,000,000.”
The moment these words were out of his mouth, all four of us dashed out of our seats, and toward the small stage. The small raised platform built for these kinds of events.
“Claim your prize, gentleman,” he said, as we did just that, each of us grabbing onto some part of Gwendolyn. To stabilize her (she looked like she was about to faint), and to protect her from any more eyes and ideas. As we all hurried out of the room, Gwendolyn in the center and all four of us guarding the four directions like her guardian angels, Sylvan said, “Enjoy her to the fullest, gentleman. I’ll get the accounting straightened out, since you all will be paying a portion of the bid amount.”
“So be it,” said David. “Whatever needs to be managed, will be managed later.”
“Indeed, it will. Tomorrow sometime, when her night with you is at an end.” Even as Sylvan said those words, I knew it wasn’t going to be the end. It might be a night to remember for all four of us with Gwendolyn, but it certainly wasn’t going to be the end.
It was just the beginning. I knew this for a fact as we burst out of the club, down the stairs, and toward freedom. After tonight, none of us would be the same again. Not me, not David, nor Travis or Alex.
Not Gwendolyn either.
And I was also sure that that was the best thing that could ever, or would ever, happen.
Chapter Twenty-One
Gwendolyn
$4,000,000.
Even though this number was ricocheting around in my head since it was first uttered by Eric, and it has continued to live in the dark recesses of my brain since being won by all four of my boys, and quickly ushered out of Black Diamond, I still couldn’t wrap my mind around it.
I couldn’t believe any of this had just happened.
To me of all people, since earlier in the day, I’d been faced with the threat of foreclosure. My loan going into delinquency, and now I had more money than I knew what to do with. I was effectively a millionaire, since, according to the club’s rules after fees and their cut of the proceeds, I stood to gain at least 60% of the overall total.
But the money, while it made me happy and relieved to have it, wasn’t what really made me happy as I hurried out of the club and toward the car I saw David unlocking with his sleek, tiny remote.
No, it was the fact that I was going home with them. All of them, not some strange, rich thieves who got off on buying and corrupting virgins. In hindsight, that had been a terrible thing to reveal to a group of rich, unscrupulous gentlemen, but all’s well that ended well, I supposed.
My brothers would have had a completely different reaction, had they been here. They probably wouldn’t have even let me come near this building, let alone stand up on an auction block, or wear the dress I had chosen, but it didn’t matter now.
All that mattered was getting settled in the car, and putting this experience behind me. Putting my focus forward on the night ahead. The $4,000,000 was a combined bid, I thought, being helped into the car by Eric in front of me, Travis and back, and Alex hovering at one of my sides. Just to make sure I didn’t fall getting into the car, before climbing into the back seat. My heart skipped.
If it was a combined bid, and my offer was for my virginity, does that mean they want to combine their experience of me?
Heat flushed up my body, painting my chest and breasts red with excitement, embarrassment and anticipation. Does that mean I’ll get to have more like what I had last night? Of all of them at the same time? All of them doing and having various parts of me?
As Travis shut the door to our part of the cab, snuggled in on the other side of me, buckled himself and then me into the seat, I couldn’t help it. My mind started running circles around all of my fantasies. Different ones. Similar ones to what I had already gotten myself off on last night and the night before, but more. Better.
Oh my God, I thought, feeling my stomach roll happily and my pussy quake eagerly. I can’t wait. I promised myself I would have all of them at the same time, if given the chance, and here it is! I can’t and won’t waste it. I glanced at Eric and Travis, grinning shyly. Excitedly. Fidgeting some in my cocktail dress, I couldn’t wait for all of their cocks to enjoy my tail.
Eric returned my smile, looking smoky in the eyes. Proud around the mouth, and confident along his jaw.
Travis leaned in. Gave me a kiss on my neck, before putting a hand on my thigh. He didn’t say anything. Just let me feel his warmth, his hunger.
And that’s when I saw David’s eyes in the rearview mirror. Plastered directly on us. On Travis, and the hand he must sense was on my leg. “Seeing as we’re burning precious nighttime with our even more precious Gwendolyn, I suggest we get going to whatever house of ours we’re going to use as the location for tonight’s activities.”
Alex piped up immediately. “I vote Eric’s.”
Eric seems surprised by this offer. I thought for sure he expected Alex to nominate his house, or his brother’s.
“I’m okay with that,” said Travis, moving his hand further up my leg, before moving up to my belly and petting it gently from under my dress. “He earned it anyway. Without him, we would have completely lost out on everything. On rescuing you,” he murmured, looking honestly frightened and ashamed. Looking over me, he glanced at Eric. “You deserve to have it be your place, man. After everything you did for us tonight. After everything you’ve done for us in the past, it’s really the least we can do.”
“Nice, Travis,” said Alex. Genuinely impressed. I could tell by the lack of joking or sarcasm. Something different for him. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
“E
ric’s house it is, then,” said David, turning over the ignition, buckling himself in and switching on the headlights. “I agree as well. You had the courage and wisdom to do what I couldn’t put together in my head. What I couldn’t do fast enough or clear enough.”
Eric, while looking touched by all the praise, looked as though he couldn’t handle it. Felt unworthy of it all the same. He waved it away. Sat silently for a moment, before looking at me. Grabbing up by hand, much the same way he’d done the night before at The Lucky Spell Pot. “You don’t have to do this, Gwendolyn.”
We were already moving. Heading away from the parking lot, and onto the main road. Through the downtown area, where The Lucky Spell Pot had been closed early so I could attend the auction.
“I don’t want you to do this if you don’t want to,” added Eric, bringing my attention back to him and away from the windows. “Yes, we bid on you, yes it was all four of us combined, but…”
I put my fingers to his lips. “I want to.” Underneath my fingers, Eric’s eyes lit up and relaxed at the same time. “I want to do this.”
I want to do you. All of you. Fuck and be fucked by all four of you individually and collectively. I’ve wanted it since I met you all, but I didn’t have a reason or the courage to ask for it until now.
I saw him worrying about me. About my ability to “handle” so many of them all at once. So many different bodies and thick, long parts.
“I want all of you. Every part of you. I’ll be able to handle it, trust me.” Here I gave a hot, heavy smile. It matched what was going on in my core. My pussy, the more I spoke. “I wanted this with all of you from the very first night we met, but I didn’t have the courage then. I didn’t think it was possible or right.”
David’s eyes caught mine in the mirror. Their green was brighter and deeper than normal.
“But now I do. Now there’s nothing more I could ever want or need. So, yes, I want this.” I leaned in, kissing Eric then Travis. “I got what I bargained for, and I expect you boys to pay up. In full.”
I felt a combined ripple, pant go through the vehicle, and I knew with those words spoken, there was no turning back. Only going forward. Into a night of more pleasure and beauty than I had ever dreamed I would experience in real life.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Gwendolyn
Eric’s sprawling, ranch-style manor was everything I expected of a man like him. It was full of Japanese rock gardens, Buddha statues, Tibetan prayer flags, and stone and wood work all along the house that was in line with harmonizing with nature, as opposed to looking rich and self-important, though it had its own stature and dignity.
I could tell he was just as nervous and excited as I was as David parked the car in the large, mosaic-decorated driveway, Eric helped me out of the seat, while Travis clambered out ahead of me. Once out, he stood dependably by, waiting to take my hand. Take my arm, if I needed it to stabilize.
I let Travis help me, knowing I was paying too much attention to the immaculate grounds, the towering windows in the front, more than where I was putting my feet.
David and the Alex got out of their respective seats and locked up. Once out, they came around to either side of me, and finished our little quintet. Our magic circle, that I knew was about to get hot and heavy in all the best, kinky ways.
Eric’s hardening and warm cock stroked me through his slacks as we headed toward the large front doors. He nuzzled into me, cuddled into my ass as we went up the veranda steps and toward the warmly-lit interior.
None of us said anything as we stepped inside, and were immediately greeted by the smell of warm marshmallows mixed with pine. With pumpkin and rummy, sugary spice.
Eric left my backside alone for a moment, as he went to close and lock the front door. As I heard the lock going into place, I didn’t feel afraid. I felt like I was at home. Well and truly protected. Ready for a night of truly fun-loving activities.
Coming back to his place behind me, Eric whispered, “Let’s go to my room, Gwendolyn. I’ve got a nice big bed in there. Should be big enough for all of us. You ready?”
My knees nearly gave out. My pussy almost followed suit.
“Yes,” I breathed, “I’m so ready.”
“Then let’s go,” he said, my body shivering with his warmth and closeness. “I’m ready too. We all are.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Gwendolyn
Though we all piled into Eric’s large master bedroom at around the same time (with David and Alex being the first through the door), Eric was the first one to undress. To take himself out of his crisp slacks and warm, earthen-colored sweater.
He left me in the middle of the room as he undressed, followed by the other men. I watched hungrily as he revealed slim, but well-shaped arm and shoulder muscles. A chest and belly so cut, it reminded me of a washboard.
His long, luxurious hair hung over his eyes and down past his chin as he leaned forward to take off his shoes and socks. From there, he quickly went to his waist. Unzipped his slacks, and eased them down over his hips. They were thin, almost doll-like in their symmetry and slight curve, but in a masculine way. Their soft, sculpted quality only emphasized what I got an eyeful of next. His cock and balls, both of which were nicely-sized. Big for his body. He was becoming more and more erect. Under my gaze alone, and with the soft air buffeting him.
By the time Eric stood fully naked in front of me, he was fully engorged. Standing straight and tall.
Next to undress was Travis, almost as if he didn’t like the idea of being upstaged, which didn’t surprise me. He started with his shoes and pants first, unzipping the fly on his jeans before he’d even fully removed his soft, thick socks. The moment the folds of fabric came away from the zipper, his cock pushed into view. Stood out from under the briefs or boxers he wore, and into the light. His dick head was large. Darker than Eric’s, but his shaft was about the same size. Maybe a little longer. He gave a little chuckle, a little touch to his head and shaft before slipping out of the pants entirely.
“How about this for size, Gwendolyn,” he purred, flinging his pants to one side of the room. He pressed his hands to his pelvis, thrusting his hard shaft at me. “Gorgeous or what?”
Even as he tried to come off as confident and no-nonsense, I could see a blush in his cheeks. Brightness in his eyes that hinted at vulnerability, shyness, even as he tried to exude something else.
“Beautiful,” I murmured. “Gorgeous,” I added, turning to Eric. “Both of you—all of you—are delicious. I’m sure you will be.”
Just looking at two out of four guys, I found myself in need of a bed, something to rest against, and quickly. Already, my knees were weak, and my hips were practically melting off the rest of my skeleton. Between my legs, I felt the cling of heat and lust.
Travis smirked, pulling his dress shirt up over his head, and revealing actual muscles in his arms and chest. Even his belly, though being flat, was toned. Muscled by conscious, and continual attention on his physique. Even his neck had an irresistible tone and definition to it while surrounded by his longer, darker locks. Something he left to fall casually back down around his ears and neck as he removed the shirt completely from him.
“Oh, you have no idea how gorgeous we are,” said Alex. As he spoke, he was already unbuttoning his dress shirt. Shrugging out of it, revealing an overall physique more like Eric’s. All lean muscle. His hands had muscle and flex to them. Grip, almost like he did do sports—skate or surf boarding—in his off time. He slipped out of the shirt like it was nothing, keeping eye contact with me. “You haven’t even gotten a load of me yet.”
With that, he kicked off his shoes and socks, and carefully, slowly peeled his way out of his slacks. Maroon ones, that I hadn’t really noticed until now. As he did, I was left to be captivated and enraptured by his strong, muscular hips, his waist and crotch.
When I saw him, everything God gave him, I really had seen nothing yet. His cock was at least two or three inches larger t
han Travis or Eric’s. His balls hung lower, and his shaft was thick, meaty. Something I started to salivate, obsess over, to my surprise and partial shame. I sat back on the bed, completely awestruck. “Oh my…”
Alex wiggled it at me, taking himself out of his boxers. “See? Told you you hadn’t seen anything yet.”
The sound of a belt buckle being pulled off, clothes being ripped down followed, emanating from the space next to Alex. “She hasn’t seen the last of it brother,” David said. “Not yet. But she will.” David was now coming out of his clothes. And, like the bigger, older brother he was, he was bigger and thicker than his younger brother. Not by a monstrous amount, but a noticeable one. An extra inch in length and girth, which I was hungry and terrified for.
All four men now stood before me in all of their glory. All of their vulnerability, which I was eager to reward. I scooted myself back on the bed, spread my legs a little, inviting them to come closer. Eric came forward first, cupping my face in one hand as he kissed me. As he leaned down and whispered, “Would you allow me to undress you, Gwendolyn?”
“Would you allow us all to?” David strode forward, and the rest followed. Alex and Travis bringing up the rear. All still had perfect, flawless erections. Ready and willing penises, just begging for a taste of me. A touch, and I was dying to give it to them.
“Of course, I would,” I said quietly, allowing them to come to all sides of me and begin to remove various pieces of clothing. Eric and David concentrated on my dress, my bra, while Alex and Travis slipped me out of my underwear, high-heeled shoes and white, sheer nylons. With each piece of clothing they pulled from my body, they left kisses in exchange. All the way down from hip to thigh, they kissed me. Left the mark of their warm, silky lips. Each one was like fire and feather upon my skin, making me hypersensitive to every noise, every shift. Not just in the room around me, but in my body. In my folds and clit, getting wetter and harder with each kiss. Each breath, full of lusty, loving words for me.