Auction

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."

Tore clasps me by the back of the head and begins to plunge his cock in and out of my mouth. He is careful not to go too deep, but I can sense his urgency and his need in the straining muscles of his forearm and the guttural, masculine grunts emerging from his throat.

Suddenly, hot viscous liquid fills my mouth, bathing my tongue in the strangest taste I have ever encountered. It shocks and surprises me.

I scream and yank out of his grasp, spitting and coughing.

"What's wrong?" Tore and the others look at me with pure confusion.

"What was that!" I stare at him, wiping my face with my hand. The taste is rich and thick in my mouth, unescapable.

Suddenly, their expressions range from amused to, well, more amused. Tore's softens into compassion when he sees how frightened I am.

"Come here," he says, reaching out, grasping me by the ankle, and drawing me back to him. "That was cum, Trissa."

"Nobody told me it was liquid!"

"Oh, my..." He scoops me up in his arms and holds me close to his chest, just as he did after he spanked me, except this time, instead of crying, I am trying to get the taste out. It's so very strange, like nothing I have ever tasted before. It's pungent and sort of savory, but in the oddest way.

"Nobody told you what cum is?" Alexios asks the question.

"Nothing comes out when I come! Why does it come out of you!"

"Why does it..." Pharaoh repeats the question.

"You don't know anything about sex, do you, girl?" Keanau asks me.

It's true. I don't. My father never talked about it. I knew that it had something to do with pleasure. I knew when I climaxed what that meant. I picked up little bits here and there over the years, overheard conversations with a few passing raiders and travelers, but nobody told me about the liquid.

"Let me show you," Alexios says. "Lie back. Tore, hold her so I can cover those breasts..."

"Don't you dare get that on me," Tore growls, nevertheless putting me into position, my arms pulled back behind me, my chest thrust out. Again, I am vulnerable and exposed. I squirm, but Tore holds me in place on his lap, murmurs little words of encouragement to me, while threatening Alexios.

"There's seven of us. Better get used to cum," Alexios smirks, his fist pumping along the shaft of his cock. "You're beautiful, girl, and you're going to earn so much of our cum. These are just the first tastes..."