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by Knight, Natalie

  Ian straddles her chest before the others. It doesn’t take long for Paul and Evan to come along side of him.

  Meg’s emerald eyes shine with lust, and she turns her head from side to side, working out whom to take into her mouth first. Ian just opens her mouth and shoves his massive cock right in.

  This is my cue.

  Radiant bliss is pulsing through me, and if I don’t fucking touch this girl soon, I’ll go up in flames or explode.

  Instead of using my fingers, I bury my face between her legs. My nose sucks in her sweet scent, and my mouth instantly feasts on her wetness.

  After I give her a good suck, my teeth find her clit and bite into it, tearing at it like a wild dog with a bone.

  I can feel her hips writhe to get me to do more. She fucking wants more. Briefly, I pull away and look at her.

  My three brothers take turns in using her mouth to fuck her.

  There’s no distress as far as I can tell, and so I plunge right back in where I left off.

  It’s time to turn up the heat. My tongue now assaults her pussy, darting in as far as I can and pushing up into her until I’m sure I’ve reached her G-spot.

  When I hit it, her pelvis thrusts upward despite her ties.

  She’s fucking hot and ready.

  And, in a way, I don’t blame her. I myself won’t be able to hold out much longer.

  At the same time, though, I want to make this last as long as I can. I let my tongue dart in and out, searching, probing, finding.

  When I hear a low scream from her, I stop. My eyes travel upward. All I can see is the naked, sweaty muscles of my brothers.

  Tiny sweat beads roll down her stomach, and her tits are wobbling from side to side.

  Right now, she’s got Ian’s cock in her mouth.

  Watching my brother’s fuck her in her delicate bruised face nearly tips me over the edge.

  Fuck.

  My cock is hard...searching, yearning, demanding.

  I get into position. I put the tip of my cock right at the opening of her pussy, and then I just shove my length right into her.

  The way her tight pussy grabs my cock sends explosive sparks through my body, and I can feel myself tense instantly.

  Fucking hell. Meg is a real sex goddess. She knows her stuff, instinctually.

  As I piston in and out of her, with more power than a V8 engine, the walls of her pussy clutch onto me, as if she doesn’t want to let me go. She’s milking me for my cum.

  At this rate, it won’t be long before she gets what’s she’s after.

  Meg switches cocks and is now giving Evan the pleasure of her hot lips. Matt and Paul are now bent over her tits and have one in each mouth.

  The sight is enough for my body to start shivering, and my juices to build up deep down in my balls. Fuck.

  I increase my rhythm and tempo. My hands grab her hips, and I lift her upward with each inward thrust.

  Meg herself pushes her hip upwards to meet me. We seem to be in perfect harmony.

  Evan’s back is arching, and I can see him pull out of Meg’s mouth and shoot his cream-colored cum all over her.

  It’s just fucking like Evan to come before me. With two more final hard thrusts, I myself come inside of her. Load after load, I shoot into her tight pussy.

  The way the muscles now grip my cock, vice-like before relaxing, I know she’s also coming.

  Breathing heavily, I pull out of her and look at Ian for a hint of what’s next.

  “How about we get some of the toys?” Ian grins and heads to the chest of drawers.

  Now that I can see Meg’s face, I notice her cheeks are a little flushed, and she’s covered in Evan’s cum.

  “Before anything else, someone needs to clean her up,” I announce and look around.

  Chapter 42

  Meg

  Having three fucking cocks dangling in front of my mouth is like living in some kind of alternate universe based on my deepest desires.

  Having a fourth guy fuck me with his massive cock is the icing on the cake.

  If I were to die right now, I’d still have regrets. I regret ever meeting Simon and going along with his stupid plan. But in this moment, all of that is erased.

  He almost made me meet my end, and I still can’t believe I’m in this happy position, being fucked by all the men at once. And Simon is on his way out.

  I mean, he gave it one hell of a go. He hadn’t calculated my resistance and my four knights in shining armor.

  With my pussy free again and Evan’s cum covering my face, I’m kind of tingling with a cocktail of emotions. I’m brimming with anticipation, a little bit of fear, a bucket load of lust, and enough desire to fill a swimming pool.

  At the words she needs to be cleaned, my insides summersault with joy. Will they sponge me again, lick it off, or use a hand towel? The possibilities are endless.

  With my arms and legs tied to the bed, I’m defenseless and can only wait for what’s in store.

  So far, my body’s coped surprisingly well. The pain from Simon’s brutal attack pales insignificant when showered with a ton of pleasure.

  The second my eyes feast on those three massive cocks, I thought I might just pass out. When I took turns sucking on them, each and every one of my pores filled with molten lava pouring through me. At one stage, I feared I might liquefy.

  “I say we leave her the way she is till we’re finished with her.”

  “What do you think, Meg?” Ian asks, and I blink a few times to get a better look at him.

  He’s holding something in his hands.

  What is that?

  “I can’t...” I start, but I’m not sure what answer they expect. “I can’t see very well,” I finally confess.

  Laughter greets my response.

  “Trust me.” Matt’s real close now. “You don’t need to see anything…yet.”

  The primal tone of his voice sends shivers down my spine. Try as I might to catch a glimpse of him, I only see a haze of their faces.

  “I agree,” Evan says.

  “You never know, she might even prefer not being able to see what you’re going to do to her,” Paul adds.

  At his words, my heart rate picks up. What have they planned for me now?

  Will they stay considerate of my battered body? I gnaw my bottom lip and suddenly wonder at the wisdom of my decision to agree to this.

  “I don’t know.” Matt’s voice now is right near my ear. “Let’s at least clean her eyes so she can watch.”

  His finger wipes over my left eye. Then he holds it in front of my mouth.

  “Suck it,” he commands, and I open my lips to lick his finger clean.

  He then does the same with my right eye. When I release his finger with a loud pop, heat spreads through me. A pressure builds deep within me, behind my belly button, and I fear if something doesn’t happen soon, I might explode.

  As if reading my mind, Paul appears between my legs. His fingers caress the inside of me. Someone else, maybe Ian, is caressing my belly, and Matt’s pinching and pulling my nipples.

  All this attention makes me feel as if I’m floating, weightless on a bed of feathers through the night sky. My mind’s empty, and I’m so light—so light a single cloud holds me up in the sky effortlessly.

  Just as I revel in this amazing sensation, it all stops. It stops suddenly as if someone turned an off switch somewhere.

  The next thing I feel is a hard pinching on my nipple and between my legs. Frantically, I search for the source of discomfort.

  I gasp. They’ve attached clothing pegs to my nipples and inside of my legs.

  “How about it, boys?” Ian asks. “Shall we add some more?”

  Before there’s a response, Paul clips one onto my clit. Shock waves ripple through me.

  I shiver and shift my hip. The movement only intensifies the pinching of the other pegs.

  Part of me wants to rip these things off, and the other wants to beg for more. No words come across my lips, thou
gh Evan peers at me.

  His lips come down on mine. There’s no warmth in him, no...he’s forcing himself on me and demanding to be let in.

  As I struggle to breathe, I feel his tongue reach down to my tonsils, and my mind goes completely blank. If someone were to ask me my name right now, I wouldn’t have a clue.

  At the same time, something or someone is caressing my skin around the pegs with the lightest of touches. I’m not sure, but it feels like a feather is tickling my skin. Everywhere it touches, my skin is left tingling and burning.

  Holy shit. If this keeps going much longer without either one of them fucking my pussy, I think I’ll just go mad.

  Wouldn’t that make for interesting admission papers to a psych ward? Patient admitted due to having lost her mind while fucking four men.

  Four men.

  Shit. I’m really fucking, or being fucked by four men. I’ve had each one of them on their own, but so far not together.

  It seems unbelievable that my life has taken this turn. I’ve gone from nearly dying to finding happiness.

  Can this be my happily ever after? Can my life have a fairy tale ending?

  I mean, I still can’t quite come to terms with the four of them just forgiving me like that.

  Fuck. If they’d sent me packing, I would have totally understood. Heck, I was half tempted to just pack my bags and go without waiting for them to show me the door.

  And yet here they are, fucking me.

  All at once again, the sensations stop. Someone takes the pegs off. For a while they just stare at me.

  This makes me feel worse. Self-doubt creeps in again. Had I celebrated too early?

  Had they only lulled me into a falls sense of security to give me one last fuck before they show me the door?

  “I...” I start to say, but Ian stops me.

  “Don’t fucking talk to us while we work out a strategy.”

  Ouch.

  I don’t have to wait too long to find out what the strategy is. I hadn’t seen Evan leave the room, but I see him come back in. He’s carrying something in his hand.

  He comes to the bed, and I see he’s holding a bowl. When he’s next to me, I see him take a spoon, and something warm and sticky drizzles onto me.

  Evan makes sure I’m covered from head to foot in molten chocolate.

  “A little sweat treat before we get down the real business.” He grins.

  They attack me with their tongues like savage beasts. It sends my senses into hyper drive. All I want to do is touch one of them, feel one of their cocks, or have one of them in me.

  The more I writhe to try and make contact, the more they avoid me, except for their tongues licking the chocolate off me. It’s pure fucking torture.

  I’m not sure how much longer I can stand this. No one can survive this much fucking pleasure. If I don’t explode, I might liquefy or simply melt.

  Eventually, after numerous unsuccessful attempts with my mouth to catch a bit of cock, Paul hovers in front of my face.

  “After this?” he teases and leaves his massive cock just out of reach.

  My neck strains to move upward to no avail. And then laughing, without warning, Paul shoves his cock into my mouth.

  The surprise has me choke a little as he shoves hard and fast as far in as he can. It seems he wants to reach down my throat.

  With a slight adjustment of the head, I accommodate him. I’m so grateful for some attention, so I suck on him hungrily.

  His hands have found my hair and are pulling on it. It sends further shock waves through me, and I think I might come any second purely from all the teasing, pleasure, and pain I’ve been living through.

  Paul must be close to coming himself because he rides my face like I’m a wild stallion needing to be tamed. I feel his balls smack against my chin, and I wish I had my hands to squeeze and roll those fat suckers in my hands.

  Unlike Evan, Paul comes inside of me, and I make every effort to swallow his entire load. At one point, I cough a little but manage not to spill a drop.

  When he pulls out of me and releases my hair, I hear Ian say something about a reward.

  “Let’s untie her and really fuck her,” Matt says.

  Hearing his words lights a fire in my belly—a flame that spreads through me faster than a grass fire.

  The minute my hands are free, I grab the first cock near me and start running my fingers along its thick shaft.

  Ian moans. His fingers find my tits, and I can’t wait to see what’s in store for me now that I’m untied.

  Chapter 43

  Ian

  I love a good show, particularly if I’m the star attraction. Okay, so right now I’m not the main attraction. Meg is, but I’m one of the stars.

  As I feel her hands on my cock, tiny fireworks explode in my head and increase in intensity. I’ve never fucked a woman who’s had this effect on me.

  Meg is one special witch. I call her my witch because of those green eyes of hers.

  When they look at me or my brothers, I’m convinced she’s casting a spell on us. How else do you explain the hold she’s got over us?

  And just fucking look at us. She confesses she was going to do something not in our fucking best interest, and what do we do? Forgive and fuck her.

  Okay, it’s not like I’m suggesting we show her the door, but man oh man, we’ve got it bad for her.

  We dominate her when we fuck, but really the little fucking witch is dominating us all the time.

  Her fingers play me like a magic flute. Up and down she runs them. Then she taps them as if my cock’s a flute and she wants to play it.

  Her tempo ranges from adagio to allegrissimo. It sends me nearly into apoplectic fits.

  Finally, I can’t stand it any longer, and I pull out of her grip.

  She’s now totally untied, so I grab her and roll her onto her front. It’s time for more than one of us to have his fun.

  I know just the way for all of us to make use of her fucking hot body.

  With her ass now winking at us, I rub it and knead it as if it is bread dough. Quickly, her milky skin turns a faint shade of red.

  She’s coming up on her arms as Matt is standing in front of her on the edge of the bed.

  This is fucking perfect. We seem to work in unison. Of course, we’re brothers, but that doesn’t mean we’re the same. In fact, we’re all different, and yet we know how to read each other and particular situations.

  I can tell my brothers are on my wavelength. We each want a piece of her for ourselves, and yet we’re happy to share.

  It’s odd how we’re so competitive with so many other things. Over time we’ve tried to steal each other’s women, and yet, with Meg it’s different.

  She’s a witch for sure, and she has us all under her spell.

  Paul and Evan circle my beautiful girl, and I make sure I stay behind her. I’m going to claim her ass.

  I’ve got no problem with sharing, but Matt already beat me tonight to her pussy, so I need to make sure I stake out my territory. There’s no fucking way I want to be beat to the post again.

  It’s not as if Meg’s not up for it. Sure she’s had a rough night, but judging by the way she’s sucking on Matt’s cock and the way her ass is wiggling from side to side, she’s more than fucking ready.

  If Matt hadn’t been the first one to suggest we fuck her, I would have. No fucking point leaving her in this great big bed to wallow in self pity, succumb to a terrible nightmare, or worse, spend the night here all alone, tossing and turning because she fucking can’t get to sleep.

  No, Matt’s suggestion was fucking spot on.

  By now, Evan’s slid under, and I can see him suck on her dangling tits. He may even be biting into those delicious pink-looking rosebud-like nipples of hers. They’re tempting and taste as good as they look.

  Her body’s twitching, and I can see her pussy is dripping. She’s well and truly ready.

  Before I enter her in her most private part, I should make sur
e she’s well lubricated. My index finger finds her pussy and scoops some of the juices.

  Slowly, I trace a trail up to her ass and around her hole.

  “Are you ready, baby, my little slut? Can you handle it?”

  She says nothing, and I take that as my cue to go in.

  I slap her ass and make her cry out despite the cock down her throat. I gotta say, she’s handling us like a pro. Most women just couldn’t take it.

  Briefly, she stops sucking on Matt’s cock and tenses her body. But now I’ve got the tip of my cock at her opening and massage her gently. I pry her open and shove the tip of my thick cock into her.

  She cries out, and I attempt to soothe her but keep pressing my cock in. She likes it. Pretty soon, pain will turn into pleasure, and she won’t be able to remember her name.

  “Call me Daddy,” I say gruffly through clenched teeth.

  “Yeeesss, Daddy, yes, please give it to me!” she screams before Matt forces her mouth open again.

  “Good girl,” I say, slapping her ass hard.

  She’s fucking tight and tense. The boys, seeing her reluctance, intensify their stuff.

  Instead of pulling out again, I decide to go hard-core and just pummel right into her. And my plan works. After just a few short thrusts, she not only relaxes but also meets me on every inward push.

  Now it’s Evan’s turn to make his move. Without interrupting my rhythm, he pulls Meg on top of his waiting cock.

  We’ve done this before, and I know how to make fucking sure my cock’s coming out as he’s going in. It takes less than a minute for us to get into the perfect rhythm. Meg’s body melts into us.

  Her curves are perfect for my hands to grab onto, and I just catch sight of Matt coming in her mouth as I increase my own speed.

  Harder and faster, I thrust into her. Below me, Evan’s doing the same.

  And since Matt’s had his pleasure of a blowjob, Paul now has his cock in her mouth.

  So as not to miss out, I see Matt grab the feather and run it along the base of her neck and down her back.

  How she’s not melting beneath us is beyond me.