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“Sweetheart,” growls Ford. “You’re ours, now. For keeps.”
And of course, Macy gives in. She kisses me, opening her mouth under my tongue, mewling and wet, compliant in our arms once more.
“Yes,” the sweet female breathes. “Yes, this is the way it should be.”
And fuck but we’re ready to feast now. But it’s not food that makes our stomachs growl. We haven’t been in that pussy for two days now, and the addiction is a raging demon in our blood, turning us into insatiable, ravaging beasts.
But Macy knows. The girl spreads her legs and I dive right in, my mouth finding her sweet cunt wet and willing. My brothers lick and bite at those creamy breasts, suckling her nipples as the girl cries out, lost already. Macy’s a meal we’d gladly eat every single night of the week without complaint.
After all, the female is the most responsive lover any of us have ever had, hands down. She wins the prize for being the most ready, the most willing, the most generous. And she comes like nobody’s business, sometimes as many as ten times in one session between the sheets.
Because Macy’s been hungry too. Writhing on the kitchen countertop, the girl’s breathing becomes heavy, harsh pants making those big boobies rise violently. Her back arches from the table, spine going ramrod stiff for an instant as that pussy gives it up. Oh yeah, that cunt clamps around my fingers like a vise, and her clit literally shakes against my tongue, so fucking hard.
“Unnnh!” the female cries out, eyes closed and head tilted back to reveal her perfect profile. “Unnnh!”
“Go with it honey,” I rumble into her folds, licking her through the spasms. “Let yourself go.”
But she lets go in another way altogether. We thought Macy was gonna spurt, that a beautiful geyser of fluid would shoot from her pussy, drenching us in female juice. But something else happens
as well. In the throes of orgasm, the girl spasms once more, hard, before crying out, “I’m pregnant!”
Holy fucking shit!
Is it true?
My tongue stills for a moment, meeting my brothers’ eyes over her throbbing clit.
But it has to be true, why would she lie?
Our sweet girl is having our baby!
I lap her clit furiously then, biting down once, hard. She screams with ecstasy and juices gush down my throat, the manifestation of her love. My dick spurts on its own as I eat everything she has to give, hot white jizz painting the kitchen table white, drizzling down to the floor below. That’s right. Like a fifteen year-old boy, I ejaculate, unstoppable, sperm flooding everywhere.
And my brothers do the same. When my head lifts from Macy’s folds, I see that every single one of us has come hard at the realization that Macy’s pregnant. There are pools of sperm everywhere, on the table, the floor, coating the girl’s body. Hell, Ford even did it on her breasts, blasting those creamy white sacks with man goo.
But Macy’s a slut. Slowly her eyes open, lashes fluttering, taking in the seven alphas at her side, groaning and milking their balls for the last drops of semen. Oh yeah, she knows what she’s done, for sure.
“Was it good?” comes her coy murmur. “Was it good for you all?”
“Unnnh,” is all Trent can manage, still stroking that fuckstick. A last small spurt jets out, splattering against the refrigerator.
“Fuck it was amazing,” rasps Ford, shaking his dick off over her breasts. White droplets paint that succulent flesh, running in sweet rivulets down the side.
But I want more.
“Sweet thing,” comes my rumble. “Now that you’re pregnant, can you still take it in your pussy?” I growl. “Because maybe it’s not safe. Maybe we’ll have to take the party down here.”
Slowly, my hand strokes through her swollen folds before dipping to that brown star, trailing over her sensitive pleats. They contract involuntarily as the woman gasps, eyes wide, staring at me over those heaving tits.
“Yeah, sweetheart,” grunts Matt. “You ready for some hard anal? With seven guys? Because we don’t want to hurt the baby, you know.”
Of course, who knows what a buttfucking would do to the baby. After all, our dicks are huge, maybe we’d nudge the child’s head even if we’re up her back passage.
But Macy goes with it. With a giggle and a sigh, she shifts on the table, lifting her legs to roll backwards a bit, hauling those thighs higher and higher until both her holes wink at us, dirty and tempting.
“There’s only one way to find out,” the girl coos. “And that’s to try. So whaddya say, boys? Should we go for it?”
And just like that, we’re on her. We want this girl until the end of time, and we’re gonna ravage and cherish the female until she screams our names, over and over again. Matt, Tim, Will, Trent, Ford, Sam and Smith. MattTimWillTrentFordSamSmith. Oh yeah. She’ll moan it until her voice is raspy, that butt fucked so hard. Because Macy’s the answer to our dreams … the woman for seven sinners who adore her.
