28 Seven Of Us (1/2)

”You want to taste again?”

This isn't about the taste, I know that. There is no real taste. There is just the pleasure he feels when he sinks his cock inside my hot, wet mouth. I see that in his eyes, and I think he sees the knowledge of what he's doing in mine.

I open my lips for him, let him sink in one more time, feel the heat and hardness of his cock finding my tongue.

”God, that looks hot,” Pharaoh growls.

”The others are getting jealous,” Alexios smirks down at me. ”Will you taste them too?”

I give a little nod. The dynamic is still unfolding between us, but I am starting to understand. They want pleasure from me, just as I want pleasure from them. It doesn't have to hurt. And it doesn't have to be against my will.

He pushes his cock between my lips and then pulls it out one more time, his fingers scratching lightly across my scalp in a reassuring motion. Then Pharaoh does the same. Then Tore. Then Keanau. Four big, strong cocks slide in and out of my mouth in rotation, using me.

”Good girl,” Pharaoh praises me.

”Such a good girl,” Keanau agrees.

”Very good,” Tore adds.

”Perfect,” Alexios drawls, just as his cock slides over my tongue.

I am learning something. Pain dissuades me from being outright bad, but I never knew how good being good could feel. This is the first time I have seen true approval on their faces. I like how it looks. I like how it makes me feel warm deep inside. I like how I feel protected, and somehow cared for, even as those cocks slide in and out of my mouth in a slow rotation.

”Touch yourself, Trissa,” Pharaoh says.

I slip my hand down between my legs, and find myself wetter than I have ever been. These cocks, pressing between my lips, sliding in and out, are setting off a sexual reaction I can't control. There's something searingly hot about being on my knees before these men, having them clustered around me, wanting me. They are all stronger than me, they can all take me as they please. They have no need to be kind or gentle, or slow, but they are taking their time, letting me explore their bodies in the most primal way, with my lips and tongue.

”How does that pussy feel, girl?” Keanau grunts the question. His cock is so hard, and when he pushes it into my mouth I taste the salt of his need. He stretches my mouth with every stroke and I can only imagine what it will feel like when he takes me properly for the first time.

There will be a first time. There will be seven first times. Every single one of these men is going to take me. Kneeling with my knees spread, my fingers in my pussy, rubbing the wet little bud I used to grind against. I am beginning to feel a hint of the capacity of my body to both experience pleasure and give it.

”This isn't going to do it,” Tore grunts. ”I can't come from a few strokes. I need her mouth.”

”Take it,” Keanau says, pulling free. ”We'll each have our turn.”