Chapter 17
Cherry
What did Cinderella say to Prince Charming?
“Want to see if it fits?”
They surround me, and my soaked clam trap is pulsating at the idea of them fucking me.
Brad strips off and pushes me further up the bed, lying between my spread legs with a seductive grin on his face.
He stares at my exposed devil’s pocket with nothing short of primal hunger in his eyes and lowers his mouth over my bearded clam, devouring it like it’s his own personal aphrodisiac.
“Fuck Brad,” I moan, grasping at his shaggy blonde hair roughly and pulling him closer like I could pull him into me to fill this emptiness I’m feeling.
Braylen tips his head to the black leather chair in the corner of the room to Jacob, who happily obliges and flops into the seat with a groan.
Macon steps forward, filling my line of sight with chiseled abs and a body that could rival the Mona Lisa in an exhibition.
I know what I would want to look at.
Hint – it’s not the Mona Lisa; it’s the man who can make me mona lotsa.
“Do you need something to fill that pretty little mouth?” Macon suggestively asks, wiggling his perfect eyebrows at me.
“Yes, please.”
He flexes his cock at me, making it bob up and down like a rubber duck in the bathtub, and I lick my lips in anticipation of tasting him.
So far, I’ve not touched any of the guys, all of them being focused on my pleasure, and while I’m loving it.
I’m a fucking slut for giving a suckjob to a monster cock.
My lady bits fucking quiver when Brad inserts a meaty finger between my meat flaps, and I moan as he works them in and out of me.
“Such a good little whore. Your little vacuum coochie is just suctioning his fingers into your tight little cunt, but it’s not enough for you, is it?” Braylen teases his fingers over my sensitive nipples, tweaking them until I’m gasping for air from all the sensations rolling through my body at once.
Macon shoves his cock forward, taking full advantage of my mouth being open, and I gag around him as he hits the back of my throat with such force I swear it’s going to bruise.
“Give him some of that hawk tuah baby. Spit on it,” Jacob coaches from the corner of the room.
I do as I’m told and spit on Macon’s stiff penis and pull it back into my mouth, my hand enveloping the base of his steely length just as Brad hits my sweet spot with his tongue and fingers.
“Fu-” I mumble around Macon’s shaft, my back arching off the bed as Brad works me over the edge.
My other hand scrambles for something to grab onto, and Braylen’s strong hand envelops mine, leading it to wrap around his thick veiny cock.
“Fuck just like that, my Angel. Work my cock.” Braylen groans low and throaty as I work him with my hand. Brad pulls his fingers from inside of me with a sloppy pop , and Macon fucks my throat like I’m his own personal blow - up doll.
Macon pulls back away from my throat and strokes himself lazily, and I pout from the loss of the taste of him on my tongue.
“Eyes on me, Pookie. I want your full attention while I slide my cock into your perfect vagina,” Brad says, holding my legs open and baring me to the room.
I can feel a draft swooshing up my hollowed chamber, but I make no move to cover myself, loving how all of the men's eyes that are staring down at me turn ravenous at the sight of my pink wizard’s pocket.
I’ve never felt wanted like this – desired.
And I feel powerful as they lick their lips in anticipation of what’s about to happen next.
Brad moves forward, his unclothed penis pushing into my tight entrance, and I gasp from the burn of my walls stretching around him.
“How big are you?” I gasp out because no matter how much he prepared me for this moment, I’ve never felt a stretch like this.
“Nine inches, baby, and you are going to take every single fucking inch,” he grunts as he pushes forward into me. “I might be short, but I have a big cock to make up for it, and I know how to use it.”
Brad’s cock bottoms out, and I pulsate around him, my vagina trying to signal to him to keep pounding until she’s a creamy mess.
Brad does not disappoint, and he fucks my meaty clam trap until I’m screaming his name loud enough that I’m sure I’ll wake all of Salem.
He grunts, pumping his hips a few more times before pulling out slightly and filling me with his come.
“Fuck,” Jacob mutters, dragging a hand down his face raggedly. His eyes fixated on the pearlescent liquid oozing out of me.
“You look ravenous,” I coo at him in a teasing voice. His eyes flare with heat, and he practically whimpers, “Do you want a taste, Jacob? Do you want to clean me out with your tongue while you get no pleasure from the cage around your penis?”
He nods vigorously, his eyes wide and pleading, and the others stand around me. Their hands still roam over my body, and I’m alight with the sensation of them all touching me - like they are branding me and making me theirs.
I jerk my head down to the floor, “Crawl.”
Jacob pushes off of the chair, his forearms bulging in his shirt, drops to his knees, and crawls across the carpeted floor to me.
Brad and Braylen hold my legs apart, and I skim a finger down my chest, rolling my peaked buds between my fingers, then trail my hand down my stomach.
My fingers trail over my sensitive bundle of nerves, making me gasp, but I continue, pushing my fingers inside of my sopping wet heat.
Jacob reaches me as I begin to fuck myself with my fingers, desperate for another rod to fill me as soon as possible.
His eyes are hungry as he stares at where my fingers are inside of me, and I can feel my beaver dripping onto the bed below me from how turned on I am right now.
“Eat. Eat my frothy hole until there’s none of Brad’s cum left inside of me, then go back to your chair in the corner until it’s your turn.” I demand, pulling my fingers from inside of me and holding them up to him as an offering.
Jacob’s mouth encloses around them, sucking my fingers clean, and then he bends lower, his front plastered to the mattress while he eats my clam like it’s his last fucking meal.
His meaty tongue penetrates my hole, and he wastes no time sucking out Brad’s cum from inside of me like a vacuum.
“Oh my fuck,” I moan obscenely loud when Jacob slurps the final remnants of Brad’s baby gravy from my insides.
He pulls back with a satisfied grin and wipes the jissom mustache with his hand, “Tasty.”
“Why was that hot?” Brad mutters. “I wanna get all possessive and fill you up again, baby. But I feel like poor Macon’s penis is going to burst if he doesn’t get it inside of you soon.” His hand smooths down over my stomach, and I relish how it sets my skin on fire, my nerves alighting from his very touch.
“Do you want him to fill your loose holed whore? To fill you with cum after his brother emptied you?” Braylen asks me.
His words should sting, but I can feel my beaver weeping the more he goads me.
I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would be having a gangbang, but here we fucking are.