by Katie Ford
Whose semen is this? Slightly salty, slightly sweet, and a hundred percent satisfying. If I get a lot of practice, will I be able to distinguish their sperm by taste? Will I be so familiar with their body chemistry that I know which semen belongs to which dick? Oh god, this is so dirty and nasty, and yet I love it. I love tasting their jizz and only want more.
My body is screaming, mind is awash with emotion, yet all together, it’s so good. Because I’m sore in the best places, loving every bit of the ache. Oh shit. I came so hard, my nubile body going up in flames, falling to pieces and swirling away. And yet here I am once more, ready to let go just thinking about the Morgans.
The trickle of cum from my puss doesn’t seem to stop, mixing in with the goo on my back and buttocks. I guess that makes sense, considering it’s the DNA of seven virile, handsome alphas. I bet this stuff could be sold. It’s like liquid magic, ladies would buy this stuff by the gallon, a youth potion if there ever was one.
But still, what a strange experience that was. Each man waiting for me, eyes alive. Each one stroking a different part of my body until my sweet slit exploded. Each man letting me fuck his dick, breaching my virgin pussy on hot male cock. Scratch that. Seven hot male cocks, dripping with lust.
And oh shit, but we didn’t use protection. My body flushes as I stare at the swirling goo in the shower drain. The Morgans have to be virile, and I’m a fertile eighteen year-old female. Oh shit, oh shit! Why didn’t we use condoms? Or did they think I was on birth control?
But the dirtiness gets to me too because I loved it bareback. Mmm, raw cock in my insides, stroking my vaginal chamber? Yes, please. Focusing the shower spray on my pussy, warm water hits my sensitive clit and I let out a throaty moan. God, Smith rubbed his dick against the bottom of my clit a bit and it felt sooo good. I stroke there lightly, pretending it’s him again, imagining those massive dongs once more. Oh shit … shit … shit … ahhhhh!
And just like that, orgasm tears through my frame, leaving me a sobbing, soaking mess. Oh god! My body shakes with pleasure as screams erupt from my throat, muffled only by the pounding water.
Because what the hell is going on? How can I be coming again, thinking about seven men? But it’s not just that I got it on with multiple guys. It was that the incredibly gorgeous Morgan boys were focused only on me, their eyes, their cocks, their everything for me to take.
And take I did. Because they wanted me, one hundred percent. The curvy girl was their dream come true.
And in return, they took what they wanted as well. With no mercy and absolutely no regret.
I don’t know when this wild ride will end, but I’ll savor every last second, every last memory, everything that this summer has to offer. Because the Morgans already mean so much to me … and I don’t ever want to let go.
CHAPTER TEN
Tim
Three months later …
It’s been three months since we found our sweet female, since we owned that pretty little pussy in our parents’ basement. And Macy’s been a champion ever since, a purring sex-kitten welcoming a steady rotation of Morgan cock.
Because every night, one of us slips in through her window like a horny adolescent, ready for anything and everything. That’s right. Every single night, Macy takes one of the Morgan brothers, screaming as we own that pussy again and again, giving her all. The brunette’s definitely not a virgin anymore, not by a long shot.
Plus, this was supposed to be a summer jaunt, but it’s fucking serious now. Ted and Maddy are shocked that the seven of us are still around, lurking around the house. They think it’s because my dad’s sick, but the real reason has to do with the beautiful girl next door. She’s too tasty. Too sweet. And hopefully, she’ll be carrying our baby before the summer’s over.
Because yeah, that’s our objective. We haven’t told Macy yet about the single-heir goal. But the eighteen year-old’s not dumb. We go at her again and again with no protection, breaching that beautiful pussy and leaving giant globs of sperm inside. So you know what? The brunette’s gotta be in on the game. She’s gotta know that pregnancy is just around the corner, and that we’re gonna get our Morgan heir.
And it seems like Macy’s down with it. She loves us, mewling and opening her legs every night, any which way we want it. Before, the brunette was a genie in a bottle, trapped and unhappy. But now that she’s out, the girl’s a nymphomaniac. She’s drenched in Morgan cum 24/7, and it’s a miracle the sweet thing can even walk, her pussy must be so sore.
But there’s a strict schedule for our time with Macy. We all want to be the dad of our coming baby. So according to the pact, each brother gets a night of the week. You miss your night, too fucking bad. No switches, no swaps. And so far, no one has missed their Macy time. I think Trent canceled some meetings on his appointed day to make sure he had the energy, and Ford skipped a trial, he wanted to be around. After all, the girl’s just too sweet, willing and delicious. And again, we all secretly want to be the seed that sticks, the one that makes her swell with a Morgan heir.
Fuck, it makes me hard just thinking about her swollen with our baby, tits spilling with milk. I want to see how much curvier our pretty girl can get when she’s got a bun in the oven, how much extra flesh and poundage there’s gonna be to squeeze and love.
Plus, Will and I have a plan. Tonight, we’re gonna do double. Yep, Macy’s gonna take us both at once, and I know she wants it. Sometimes her eyes trail from my twin to me, hungry and lascivious while licking her pink lips, imagining the world. So yeah, she’s getting a dose of twin cock tonight.
And not just that, but Will and I are going to walk right in the front door of her house. Most nights Marsha and Jim stay up later than any of us assholes are willing to wait. We need that creamy pussy so bad that it’s a fucking joke. So like teenage boys, we climb into her second-floor window like criminals ready to ransack and pillage, spreading our seed.
Tonight’s different though. Macy texted and said her parents had an early dinner at the country club so they’d be in bed by sundown. And then showtime.
Will and I are there as soon as the light flickers off. We traipse up the stairs like it’s no big deal to be doing a two-on-one with her parents right down the hall, and stroll into the girl’s bedroom where all the magic happens.
Thankfully, our sweet thing doesn’t let us down. Macy’s waiting, naked and rubbing a vibrator on her clit already, legs spread wide, a special smile just for us.
But she was only expecting me, and not Will. A gasp escapes that pretty pout.
“Both?” she stammers, eyes flicking to me and then him.
A growl sounds from us both.
“Oh yeah,” is my smooth reply. “You think you can handle it?”
If anything, the vibrator hums even louder on her clit, pussy juicing even more.
“I think I can …,” she breathes, looking from one massive male form to another. “I know I can.”
And with that, it’s on. Oh fuck yeah. Will and I have done twofers before in the past, it’s no big deal. In fact, it’s our preferred way to go. The girls are always shocked at first, but as soon as they see our massive fuckrods, their eyes get heavy and hungry, and soon they’re bent over, creaming wetly.
Fortunately, Macy is no exception. Oh yeah, our sweet brunette wants us to own her holes, front and back, take-no-prisoners style.
“Yes,” she breathes, on her stomach now. “Now.”
But it’s too early. Because she’s getting a double penetration tonight, one cock in each hole, and the girl’s gotta be stretched and ready. So instead, we rub her back and shoulders, then the sweet curve of her ass and her thighs. Parting those big cheeks, that sweet slit beckons, her anus an exclamation up top. And no place is off-limits. We rub both spots, the girl moaning into her pillow as her pucker and slit twitch and juice wildly.
“Oh god,” she breathes, words muffled, hips gyrating involuntarily. “Oh god.”
“That’s right,” Will grunts. “And there’s
more, sweet thing, there’s more.”
Because my bro pulls her bottom up so that she’s on all fours, sliding beneath that curvy body. But we’re not some cavemen just here to suck and fuck. He catches her mouth in a deep kiss, squeezing those huge breasts all the while as she moans again, loving the attention.
“That’s right, baby girl,” I growl approvingly, watching as her pussy gushes again. “That’s right, put it down on that fat cock.”
Because Will’s dickhead is right where it belongs, stroking along her lips. And taking control of the situation, I grab his cock with one hand and point it right at that moist slit. She knows what to do, sweet lips wet and swollen, and soon Macy’s pushing down, spreading her cunt on his giant dong.
“Unnh!” Will grunts below her, his fuckrod already shiny with female nectar. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
Macy mewls then, rubbing her breasts against his chest as she’s dicked hard. A long “unnnh” is all the brunette can manage for now.
They get a few strokes in, Will’s balls already high and tight, ready to spurt, Macy’s pussy fucked so good.
But this is the twin show, and I’m not gonna let it take off without me. So lining myself up behind Macy, I grab those fleshy hips, pulling her towards my pelvis.
“Mmm?” she gasps breathily, trying to look over her shoulder.
But it’s too late because my glans is lined up with that sweet anus. Oh yeah, the brown pucker is so tiny, and I spit then, saliva dripping into her hole. Oh yeah, that’s better, there’s some good lube now.
But it’s not enough. As I increase the pressure, her anus doesn’t give way, resistant and unbreachable. She’s too small and tight, my dong too big. Plus, my brother’s already in her vag, taking up much-needed space.
“Relax, pretty girl,” I rumble, stroking the sinuous S-curve of her back. “Relax and give it to Daddy.”
Macy moans throatily, eyes squeezed shut with Will in her puss and me trying to enter her ass.
“Umm,” she whispers. “I don’t know if I can.”
But Macy’s body tells a different story. Because as she concentrates, that pucker relaxes for an instant and with an audible pop, I’m into her rectum. Oh fuck! It’s so tight and dry, and I can feel my bro’s cock through her thin vaginal wall, holding still as I make my entrance. Fuck fuck fuck, this is so nasty.
But it’s so fucking right because Macy was made for taking cock. Using momentum, I press forwards again, sliding in another few inches, owning that sweet back door.
“Unnnnh!” she cries out wildly. “Oh unnnh!”
And shit, but my penis jerks uncontrollably then. My brother’s does as well, I feel his dick twitch hard in Macy’s puss, a sweet hot dose of sperm jetting out involuntarily. Shit, we gotta get on this quick otherwise there’s not going to be much left.
So immediately, Will and I swing into action. Like clockwork, he pushes forwards as I pull back, and then the reverse. I push forwards as he pulls back. The rhythm is perfect, smooth and coordinated so that Macy’s always full of dick.
“Mmmm!” she cries out involuntarily, both holes being used mercilessly, big dick pounding into her again and again. “Mmmm!”
And oh fuck, but it’s so good. Her ass is tiny, dry and tight, and the feel of my brother going in as I pull out only adds to the dirty factor, the nasty “we’re fucking a slut” attitude.
And I can’t take it anymore. It’s too good, her sweet curves generous mixed with the tightest asshole I’ve ever had, and with a rough cry and a jerk of my hips, the blast comes. Oh yeah, baby batter erupts full-force from my stiff cock, coating my sweet girl’s rectum in hot, goopy white.
And Will and Macy scream simultaneously as well. She jerks between us, pussy twitching before exploding in a shower of sparks, ass and cunt dissolving into powerful spasms, grabbing both our cocks and milking us desperately for more.
“Unnnh!” comes her breathless scream. “Oh god Tim! Oh god Will!”
But it’s not the end because my bro showers her then, his sperm shooting deep up into that pussy canal, coating her ovaries with virile, hot spunk. Oh yeah, he’s unloading like a firehose, giving her all the DNA he’s got, all those little swimmers blasting inside. And soon I’ll be doing the same because as soon as we’re finished pumping her full, we’re gonna switch spots and I’ll get my opportunity to fill that fertile pussy with my DNA this time.
But suddenly a wordless bark disrupts the haze, an agonized yelp of “Aieeeee!!”
What the hell?
My dick’s still pumping and there’s no way to make it stop. So semen keeps blasting, overflowing our girl even as I turn my head halfway to see who it is.
And whaddya know but it’s Marsha Jones in a flowered housecoat, claw-like hands gripping the doorway, eyes bulging.
“Macyyyyy!” she manages to scream this time. “Macy!”
All movements cease except for the endless pumping of our ball sacks, unloading into our lush brunette.
But Macy manages to squeak her head around, mouth dropping open.
“Mom?” she pants, eyes wild. “Mo -mom?”
I can imagine what this looks like. Sweet teen girl, a virgin not long ago, now sandwiched between two giant alpha males, one dick in her puss and one dick in her ass, semen spilling in great goopy runs between our bodies. Oh yeah, not a sight for any mother to see. Sorry about that Marsha. Cover your eyes with your hands, if that helps.
But Macy’s in a panic.
“Oh god!” the girl screams now, trying desperately to scramble free. But there’s no way. She’s literally pinned by two cocks in both her holes, stuck like a pig on a stick. So the girl shuts her eyes, pretending like it’s gonna go away.
But it’s not going away, not without some magic at least. So my brother and I pull out in a rush, thick shafts coated in superglue. Moving like ninjas, we scramble into our jeans as Marsha goes ballistic, screaming for her husband.
“Jim!” comes that banshee wail. “Jim!”
But she takes a deep breath and turns on Macy, eyes like burning coals.
“You ungrateful lazy little whore!” comes a scream, spittle flying from her mouth, splattering my leg.
Macy tries to hide under the blankets but her mother swoops over and snatches them away, exposing her daughter’s body drenched in male cum.
“Look at you, allowing these men to see you like this, to treat you like some … some … prostitute! You fucking slut! Saying you didn’t want to go back to school! It was because of this, wasn’t it? You’ve been letting the boys next door fuck you silly!”
The brunette begins to shiver and cry as Jim Jones runs in, half-asleep still.
“What’s going on here?” he demands, rubbing his eyes.
But then they go wide when he sees me and Will in only our jeans with his daughter nude on the bed, shaking and sobbing.
“What the hell?” he grunts from surprise more than anything. I’m sure any father seeing his daughter naked with two men in the room would be startled as all fuck.
“She did it!” screams Mrs. Jones. “Your daughter was fucking these two men when I came in! I caught them red-handed! Whore! Whore! Whore!”
It’s like a scene from The Handmaid’s Tale where the handmaids chant at a victim, pointing and accusatory. Totally unnecessary.
“That’s enough,” I grind out, stepping forwards. “She’s not a whore.”
“Says one of the men who just had his fat cock inside her!” Mrs. Jones screams, literally frothing at the mouth now. “Whore! Whore! Whore!”
Shit, this can’t keep going. Macy’s cowering on the bed now, only semi-covered by a thin sheet. We have to get her out of here, and evidently my brother has the same thoughts.
Because Will grabs a robe from her dresser and wraps the girl in it protectively.
“You’re fine,” he rumbles to the trembling brunette, tears sliding down her cheeks uncontrollably. “You’re gonna be fine.”
But Mrs. Jones is on a roll.
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br /> “Whore!” she screams again, still pointing. “Whore! Whore! Whore!”
God, does she know any other words? Besides, this is a fucked-up way to treat your daughter, your only child at that. Seriously, shut up for a minute and see what Macy has to say.
But Marsha Jones is too far gone. Her eyes roll wildly, the muscles in her neck tight and strained, arm stiff as she stares and points.
“Whore!” she screams again.
That’s it. That’s the end of this.
“Get her out of here,” I growl at my brother.
He nods and sweeps Macy into his arms, pushing past her parents as Marsha continues her robotic chanting. It’s like a devil has taken over her body, requiring an exorcist.
Will pounds down the steps and out the door, my massive form following in their wake. Marsha seems to snap out of it somewhat, but not in a good way.
“If you walk out of here, Macy Lynn Jones, don’t you think you can come back!” she screams shrilly, not caring if the entire neighborhood hears. “Don’t think you can bring that nasty business back into my house! You’re the spawn of the devil, with evil between your legs! Repent now or never return!”
That’s too much. First, there’s no need to be so dramatic, like this is a horror movie or something. Really? “Repent now”? “Evil between her legs”? “Spawn of the devil”? More like Macy’s her own flesh and blood.