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Fingers unbutton my shirt and peel it away. Hands softly squeeze my breasts and find my nipples through my simple, cotton bra. Lips kiss my ankles and my calves and then the inside of my thighs. I’m so hot between my legs, so desperate and needy that my hips wriggle, seeking more contact.
“She’s ready,” someone says as fingers press against my damp panties.
“She loves it,” Grant whispers against my ear and I whimper.
“She’s going to love it even more when I get these panties off.” It’s Casey and his voice is gruffer than I’ve ever heard it. My panties are tugged down so fast I want to laugh but it’s when I feel four hands on each leg tugging them apart, my heart skips a beat.
“Damn.” There’s a chorus of appreciation as they all feast their eyes on my spread pussy. I can imagine what it looks like; soft and pink and wet. I can imagine how it must feel when someone’s finger gently strokes from my clit and downwards; hot and slippery. I look down and see Casey kneeling between my legs. Our eyes meet and it’s the hottest thing ever. I gaze around me and find Cameron, Donnie, Elliot, Antony, Grant and Ford are the ones who’ve been touching me. The other three brothers are close too, patiently waiting for their turn. Everyone is in varying stages of undress, as though they’ve rushed to strip whatever they could in the little time they had. Most of them are shirtless and the sheer amount of amazing, tan, muscled torsos on show makes my pussy clench. I think I could come from just laying here, looking at them and thinking about their bodies. I think I might spontaneously combust from what is about to happen.
“Lick her,” Ford orders. Casey doesn’t need telling twice. He grins as he settles between my legs, inhales deeply and nudges my clit with his nose.
“She smells so damned good,” he says.
“I remember,” Grant says, nipping at my earlobe. His hot breath sends my pulse racing as Casey’s tongue flicks over my swollen clit and down to lap at my entrance.
There’s another murmur of appreciation as I moan my approval. I go to move my hand to hold Casey’s head but Grant holds it and pins it to the bed. “No, no,” he says. “You don’t get to control him. We get to control you.”
The thought is horny as hell. Donnie tugs my bra cup down and his lips latch onto my nipple. Hands stroke my thighs, as Casey licks and licks and licks. Ford’s lips find mine and he kisses me as through he wants to slip inside me and never leave; long languid strokes of his tongue match his brother’s rhythm over my clit. I have to shift my hips. I can’t take the overwhelming feeling of so many hands, so many fingers, so many tongues.
“She’s getting close,” Donnie says, pinching my nipple between his fingers. “Her aura is pulsing.”
“Her pussy’s pulsing, too,” Cameron says.
“Fuck,” Grant says.
Fingers press into my ass, holding me tight against Casey’s face and I want to wriggle but I can’t.
“That’s it,” Donnie urges. “Don’t hold it back, Laura. Let it go.”
I want to. I want to so badly.
“That’s it, you dirty girl. You let us fuck you,” Ford says. “We’re all going to come in that pussy of yours until you can’t walk tomorrow.”
Oh god. His words are what gets me, my mind tumbling as my body seizes with an ecstasy I’ve never felt before. “That’s it,” Donnie whispers, stroking my body gently. His brothers follow suit, as Casey pulls away, letting me ride the waves of pleasure.
I’m still reeling, eyes closed and body lax. The bed shifts between my legs, knees nudging me open wider. “Casey’s going to fuck you now,” Grant whispers. I nod, letting him know it’s okay even as I can’t speak. I know how Casey will feel; hard, thick and good. His cock nudges at my opening, taking the slickness and using it to open me up.
“Fuck,” someone mutters as he pushes all the way inside. My back arches, and lips find my breasts again. Grant shifts away and I think someone is going to take his place but that isn’t what happens. He strips himself naked and kneels next to my head, his cock in hand.
“Suck it, baby,” he says. It’s not an order as such but I imagine it is. He moves closer and I open my mouth, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum, a sign of how excited he is. He’s so big and the angle is difficult but he seems to know how to position himself to get as deep into my mouth as he needs to be.
“That’s it,” Ford says. I think he’s the one enjoying watching the action the most. No wonder he was so into the idea of the plan from the beginning if this is really how he gets his kicks. I look up at Grant and see the pained-pleasure on his face. Casey is fucking me with long, slow strokes that feel so damned good. I can feel the beginnings of another orgasm building but I know my own body. I don’t think I’m going to be able to come so soon. Grant is, though. I can taste his excitement and feel the swell of his cock and the tremble of his thighs. He goes to pull away but I grab him to let him know I’m okay for him to cum in my mouth. And oh he does. He does so much that I have to swallow twice.
Casey’s hands grip my hips so hard I think I’ll have bruises the next day. His slow, languid pace speeds as he gets nearer. A guttural moan builds in his throat, and I know then that he’s going to cum, too. The pulse of him inside me feels so good. My pussy is so wet I can feel it trickling between the cheeks of my ass.
“You see how good you make us feel,” Cameron says as he watches his brother come undone. “You see how perfect this is.”
“She does,” Donnie says. “Her aura is peaceful now. Peaceful and contented.”
I want to tell him that he needs to stop reading me like an open book but I know he’s not doing it to be intrusive. This is just the way he sees the world and it must be beautiful. He’s right, though. I do feel at peace.
“Who’s next?” Aaron asks. Grant and Casey are moving away and everybody is shifting around.
“Get her on her knees,” Cameron suggests. “I want her to ride me.”
“That okay, Laura,” Ford asks. I nod and even though I’m feeling boneless, wait until Cameron is laying down and manage to get myself up and straddled over him. Donnie immediately goes to strip off my bra and shirt. Cameron cock stands big and thick and proud so all I have to do is take hold of it and lower myself. I think it should be easy, after all I’ve just fucked a man with the exact same cock as him, but it isn’t. The new position and angle mean I have to work my way down, stretching and stretching as I go. Elliot comes behind me and grabs my hips, setting a rhythm for my movements. Aaron moves in, taking his place to my right and touching my breast. His cock is grasped in his other hand and he’s working it at the same pace I’m moving. It’s hot as hell.
“Do you think you can take us both?” Elliot asks. For a moment I’m not sure what he’s suggesting. I’ve never had anal sex and I’m not sure I’d be ready for it now. I’m sure I’ve read a Cosmo article about how long it can take for a woman to prepare for that.
“I don’t know,” I say. “I’ve never done that before.”
“In your pussy, baby.”
A shiver runs up my spine at the thought. Two of them, moving in me at the same time sounds like heaven, but could I really take them. “Go gently,” I tell Elliot. “I’m pretty full already.”
He shifts closer, aligning himself. I go still and so does Cameron. I think about how much concentration it will take to achieve this with men who are sized like the McGregor brothers. My pussy bears down hard as I think about how amazing it might feel to experience two men both moving inside me.
Elliot starts to push and the stretch is immediate. I lean forward, braced over Cameron. Hands stroke my back and my ass. Cameron raises himself up to kiss me. I find myself relaxing and relaxing and it’s then that Elliot pushes a little harder. The feeling is amazing; the pressure directly on the little bundle of nerves inside me that makes me grunt. Cameron is watching my face, which is screwed up with the intensity of it all. “Go slow,” he tells his brother. “Go slow.”
So that’s what Elliot does. He moves in
“Look at our girl,” Ford says. “She’s taking it like a pro.”
“She was made for this,” Aaron agrees.
“She was made for us,” Blake corrects.
My legs are trembling, my clit grinding against Cameron from the weight of Elliot behind me. I know I’m going to come soon. It’s rising fast and I don’t know what to do. There will be no holding me up when this happens. It’s too big. Too all-engulfing.
“She’s close,” Elliot says, starting to move with more vigor.
“So am I,” Cameron says through gritted teeth.
“I’ll get us all there,” Elliot says with determination. He takes hold of my hair and arches my back, pulling me back into him. It’s so damn sexy for him to take control in this way that I come in a second, groaning like a woman possessed. Cameron goes over the edge with me, his face screwed up like he’s in pain.
“Fuck,” Elliot gasps. It’s got tighter in my pussy as it clamps down with my orgasm and Cameron swells with his. Elliot is there too, pushing into me so deep it burns.
We stay like that, joined like one dozen-limbed creature frozen in time.
I struggle to catch my breath and slump onto Cameron’s sweat-slicked chest. Elliot’s clutching my hip for stability.
“Damn,” someone mutters from my right. I think it’s Blake.
“The girl needs a rest,” Antony says.
Elliot begins to pull out and when he does I feel so empty. I don’t like it. I need them inside me. I need more. Even as I think it I don’t recognize myself. Who is this girl with such voracious appetite for sex? I never would have thought I could be like this. Maybe, if Mom hadn’t met Roderick and I hadn’t ended up meeting his sons, I never would have discovered this part of myself.
“No,” I say. “I need more.”
“What do you need, baby?” Ford asks.
“I want to make you all come,” I tell him.
“You sure you can take it,” he says, sounding a little skeptical. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s being underestimated.
“I can take four,” I says. I have this ridiculously sexy image in my head of being spread out like a starfish, my hands on two of them, my mouth on the third and my pussy on the forth. I look around at who’s left. Antony, Aaron, Blake, Barret, Donnie and Ford. That’s a whole lot of man to satisfy. They are all so big and hard, cocks held in hands like weapons of mass destruction. I’ve been filled with bravado but now I’m not so sure. Can I really do this? Ten in one sitting seems like a tall order.
“Four,” Aaron says, shaking his head.
I tell them what I’m thinking, blushing like a beet but feeling a sense of belonging with these brothers that spurs me on. I’ve had sex with all of them already. It’s not like this is new intimacy. I guess the fact that I have such an audience to everything is what’s making me shy but I need to get over that pretty quickly. No I know how amazing it can be to have a harem of men willing to fulfill my every whim, how could I go back to normal one on one sex. I guess it will happen every so often, but this is what I want.
Cameron helps me to roll onto my back and Barret and Antony move to my sides. Their hands are on my body right away, stroking over my breasts and tugging at my nipples in a way that sends a direct thrill between my legs. I take hold of their cocks, finding them mirror images of each other. There’s a collective groan and both of them thrust into my hands as though they are desperate for the contact. I can’t imagine how horny they must be feeling having stood by and watched so much sex without relief. I clutch them tighter to give them greater pleasure.
I’m wondering who else is going to take a place and am overwhelmed to see Aaron moving between my legs. He is the only McGregor brother who hasn’t yet been inside me and the intensity in his eyes shows me how much this moment means to him, too. He slides his hand up my thigh, a gentle caress and I reach down to take his hand, just for a moment. The room is quiet as if the other boys can feel the intensity and the significance. When this is done, the full consummation is complete.
Blake makes his way next to Antony for his place, too. If I wasn’t feeling so emotional I would have laughed at the fact that these twins seem to want to do everything together!
I turn my head and look up at Blake. I know it’s him because his eyes always seem less certain than his brothers. I find it so sad to see how a childhood accident can still be having such an effect on his confidence. I wish he could see that even with a slight limp and a scar on his thigh, that he’s still perfect just for being him. I draw my hand away from Aaron and stroke Blake’s leg where the scarring is most pronounced. I look up at his beautiful face, and ask him to kiss me. I need him to know how much I want him. He does and it’s the sweetest, gentlest kiss I’ve ever been gifted. The hairs rise on the back of my neck as I take in his tenderness. The angry, sullen Blake who’s always barking at his brother has disappeared and I realize that sometimes all we need is to be seen, to be recognized. Sometimes we get stuck in a pattern of behavior that masks the real us. I hope that Blake can begin to find the self he lost on the day of that accident and can forgive his brother for the role he played.
Aaron’s fingers slide over my hip, finding my entrance, and gently guiding their way inside me. I’m slick and open and he groans when he feels my heat. There’s a pause as each of us takes in each other. I feel like a platter on a buffet, surrounded by hungry men. My eyes meet Aaron’s and I give him the barest hint of a nod. He sees and nods back, shifting closer so that he can begin to push his cock in. I need this to happen first so I can adjust my position.
When he’s fully seated inside me I let out a long sigh. I stroke his chest and the amazing six-pack that makes up his rippling abdomen. His hand finds my thigh and he gives it a squeeze. These little touches take this from being something soulless and pornographic to being so much more. I take hold of Barret and Antony again and nod to Blake that I’m ready for him, too. He uses his cock to stroke over my lips and I slowly open my mouth for him.
Aaron begins to move, his thrusts long and slow but punctuated by an urgency when his hips meet mine. My clit is straining for contact and it gets it when a finger begins to rub it in tight little circles that have me moaning around Blake’s cock. He moves slowly too, using one hand to hold the root and the other to gather my hair behind my head. Barret groans as he thrusts into my hand, his grip on my breast tightening with every movement of my fist.
I don’t know who is going to come first and it doesn’t really matter. This isn’t about speed, it’s about us being together and showing each other what it means for us to be a unit. We may not be married, and it will never be possible for us to have the same legal standing as other normal couples, but I don’t care.
I know these men are mine and I’m never going to let anything divide us.
“Laura,” Barret groans. His hand grips my wrist as he comes, slowing his thrusts as he milks his own pleasure. Antony isn’t far behind.
My mouth is too full for me to verbalize how amazing they are making me feel. Aaron’s cock is so big that the stretching feeling between my legs is almost too much. I move my hips in a rhythm to match his and his grip on my hip becomes tighter.
“That’s it,” I hear Ford say. His voice seems to be coming from far away but I know he’s close. It’s just the pleasure-fog in my mind that is distorting space and time. “You gonna come for us, girl?”
“Mmm,” I say, the circling finger on my clit speeding. Oh god, it feels too good.
Blake’s hand tightens in my hair showing me that he’s close and then I taste him; salty-sweet and hot in my mouth. I look up and his back arched, abs flexed, hand splayed over the scar that I know he doesn’t like to touch. He’s completely lost and it feels amazing to know I can do that to him.
Now I can turn my atten
“So do you,” I tell him, cupping his stubbly cheek in my palm. Those arctic blue eyes meet mine and I feel like I might melt under his gaze. I forget that there are nine other people in this room and fully focus on Aaron. He might be one of ten brothers, but he has a unique heart and it’s that kindness and care that he gave to me when I was at my lowest that had my heart surging with love.
The way his hips rub against my clit take me closer and closer to the release I’m so desperate for. My hips have a rhythm of their own, grinding and straining for contact. “That’s it,” he says. “Give it to me. I want you to come.”
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, arching my back, eyes squeezed so tightly with concentration that my cheeks hurt.
Aaron speeds his thrusts and it’s just what I need to push me over the edge and tumbling into oblivion. A sound that doesn’t sound human leaks from my mouth as my hand clutches his hips, holding him tightly against me while I float away.
Fuck.
I had no idea sex could be like this. The urgency, the desperation, the utter fulfillment. These men have opened my eyes to a new state of being. A place where I don’t need to ask for what I need, I’m just given it willingly. It doesn’t take long for Aaron to come too, the sound of his release a deep rumble in my ear.
I feel sweaty and spent, bruised and deliciously used, and still there are two more of my boys waiting for their turn.