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“Are you sure you’re up for it, Mal?” Jared asked. “You are
injured.”

“I’d have to be dead for this hard-on to go away, and even
then it’d probably get rigor mortis and they’d have to bury me in a tall
casket,” he replied, grinning.

Jared snorted and then coughed to cover his amusement.
Krista put her hand on his arm and gave him a shy smile. He grinned like a
Cheshire cat at her attention.

Mal came over to the side of the bed, and Krista’s lips
parted obediently. Mal thrust himself at her and she sucked him into her mouth.
She could hear moans from the voyeurs watching her. He slid in and out of her
lips and she sucked him back in. Mal groaned a long, low sound of satisfaction
and took a fistful of her hair in his hand.

“Be gentle with her, you asshole!” Braxton growled.

“Damn it, I can’t help it. This is so fucking good. I’ve
imagined a woman’s soft face pressed up against me like this—her hot, little
mouth…oh God!
Lord Jesus, yes!”
Mal’s
warm, salty cum shot into Krista’s mouth, and she did her best not to gag.

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain, man,”
DeAnthony
chastised his friend, but glancing up into
Mal’s
face, Krista knew he wasn’t paying any attention.
Mal’s
eyes stayed closed, his head tipped back and she
could feel his body shudder where it pressed against her cheek. He gasped out
another small groan as his cock slipped out of her mouth. She swallowed his
ejaculate, and Jared held the water glass to her lips. She took a quick sip,
gratefully.

“I think it’s time we show Krista what she can expect from
us before she practices any more of her new skill. Lie on your back and spread
your legs for us. We aren’t just about taking from you,”
Brax
uttered in a husky voice.

She obeyed without hesitation. She wanted to feel the
sensations she’d enjoyed earlier. She noticed Jared was growing hard again
already. This time Braxton was the one between her legs.
DeAnthony
and Mal took the places Jared and
Brax
had occupied
earlier.

Brax
placed a tender kiss on the
nest of hair between her legs,
then
rolled his tongue
over her already sensitive clit. When he dipped his fingers inside of her
pussy, she arched her back, unprepared for the intimate invasion. His touches,
both inside and outside, felt wonderful. When the two men sitting next to her
on the bed began to fondle her breasts, the combination of sensation made her
body buck. Krista gasped, crying out loudly.

The door opened and she glanced sharply at it. Her
lust-clouded vision registered Damon coming in. He no longer had a hard-on and
looked upset. After a moment of watching the spectacle on the bed, she saw his
cock growing. Her eyes widened a little, it was amazing to see, the others had
been hard before they’d undressed.

Brax
sat up, but his hand found
her clit and he continued to rub her, driving her wild. She moaned, closing her
eyes. Her head rolled to the side and she pushed her hips up, pressing her body
more tightly against his hand. He chuckled warmly.

“All right, boys, let’s get this party started. Who’s
first?” Krista heard Braxton’s words, but they didn’t register until she felt
the bed dip between her legs. Opening her eyes, she glanced up to see
DeAnthony’s
big smile. She smiled back, but it felt tight
and unnatural. Nervousness made her clench her teeth.

“Relax,” Braxton, said still rubbing her pussy, only his
pressure increased, as did the speed of his concentric circles against her
clit.
DeAnthony
was so big; she feared it would hurt
as much as what Miss Stanley had done.

Jared smoothed the hair out of her eyes and moved a strand
from between her lips. Krista glanced up at him and she saw tenderness in his
eyes. Her body did relax a little, but she was still afraid.

“Let Damon go first,”
Brax
ordered.

“Who the fuck died and made you the boss
of fucking around here?”
DeAnthony
demanded.
He glared at
Brax
. “What, she’s got a problem ’cause
I’m not white?” He gave Krista a very angry look.

She felt terrible. She wanted to avoid conflict, but it
seemed no matter what she was willing to do they were determined to fight over
her. “No,” she replied quietly. “You’re big—really big. Sorry. It hurt when the
nurse, umm, you know. Anyway, please just get it over with.” She turned her
head to the side and closed her eyes. The weight left the bed and her eyes flew
open. Krista turned her head and saw
DeAnthony
backing off.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m going to have you, so get
used to the idea of my big, black cock in that tight, white pussy.” He sounded
bitter, but she could see he wasn’t as angry as he’d been a moment before.

Damon blocked her view of
DeAnthony
,
and the bed dipped again. Damon was the smallest of any of them, even Jared. He
didn’t touch her or kiss her, but without preamble, his cock poked at her slick
cunt. She glanced up at Jared, her eyes widened. He smiled down reassuringly,
running the pad of his thumb over her cheek.

“He won’t hurt like that. Trust me, I’m almost a doctor,” he
whispered, grinning.

Something inside of
Kristannie
cracked and she smiled back. Damon slid inside of her, and Jared hadn’t lied—it
didn’t hurt. There was no amazing pleasure either,
Brax’s
hand felt
better
. She sighed, and the tension
completely left her body. It wasn’t going to be as bad as she’d thought. Damon
began slowly sliding in and out, and
Brax
never
stopped rubbing her clit. A new tension began building inside of her. She
moaned, closing her eyes. Then
came
the hot sensation
of Damon’s release. He grunted. It was over. He slid off the bed, picked up his
clothes, and left the room without a word. Deep disappointment surged inside of
her. His abrupt departure left her feeling slighted. She knew there was more,
if he’d just held off a moment more…

The bed dipped again.
DeAnthony
was between her legs. This time she wasn’t afraid, and to her secret shame, she
wanted what his cock could give her. The feeling building within her was wonderful.
Brax’s
hand continued its magical motion, and her
body wanted more, as if she were on the verge of something amazing.

“Are you cool with me?” He sounded worried.

“Please,
DeAnthony
, I want…” She
didn’t know what she wanted, but his beautiful wide smile told her she’d said
the right words to alleviate the tension between them.

He lowered himself and placed a kiss on her stomach. She
groaned. His eyes looked up into hers. Mal began to play with her nipples, and
Brax’s
hand pushed her higher and higher toward the
pinnacle of the sensations her body reveled in. She knew there was more,
instinctively. This was so much better than she’d hoped for, this was great.

DeAnthony
kissed her stomach
again, and then the tip of his hard cock nudged her pussy. She tried to widen
her legs, but they were already as wide as they’d go without pain. He pushed
inside her, widening her tight, slick sheath. He didn’t just stop as Damon
had,
instead, his hips began trusting back and forth. She
felt his hardness slam all the way to the deepest place inside of her.

“Ah, baby.” He moaned. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, please don’t stop. I’m just so…damn it, please I need
it!”

He grinned. His hard, fast pumps made her feel exquisite.
Brax
moved his hand away, and she vaguely wondered if he’d
lost feeling in it, then her mind thought of nothing as sensations washed over
her from head to toe. Bliss, real and good—she came.
Screaming.

“Yes!
DeAnthony
! Yes!” Her hips
bucked up to meet his thrusts. “Damn!” She never swore, but whatever filter she
possessed fled as she bore down on her scream making a primal cry that startled
her. She couldn’t believe she was making those sounds, or relishing Giving Day.
Krista whimpered as the tidal wave that’d sweep her out to sea began washing
her back onto the shores of reality.

Jared continued to brush her hair out of her face and off
her sweaty forehead tenderly. She’d have to give the young doctor props on his
bedside manner. Mal had removed his hands from her breasts, but she couldn’t
remember when.
DeAnthony’s
body stiffened and he
cried out, and then collapsed on top of her. He laced his fingers through hers
and they lay panting companionably for a moment.

“You should get off of her. You’ve got to be heavy.”
Brax
mumbled the command half-heartedly. The boss man
seemed deflated. Krista glanced up at him.

“Are you—
”

“No,” he cut off her question.

She felt hurt, but couldn’t pinpoint the reason. The other
men gave him curious looks. She could see he was still hard, and a droplet of
fluid even leaked from the tip of his penis. She bit her lip.

“Are you mad?” She hated asking, but she wanted harmony.
Airing a grievance immediately would avoid a repeat occurrence.

“No.” His eyes softened when he looked at her. “You’ve had
enough. You’ve been satisfied, and for now, it’s time to give you a break.
Hell, I don’t want to try to follow that performance anyway, I’d never be able
to read the reviews later.”

“What reviews?” Krista panicked. Did men report the results
of Giving Day somewhere?

Brax
chuckled. “Never mind, no
real reviews. I just don’t want these knuckleheads thinking I can’t make you
scream like that. I can wait my turn. I want…I guess I’m feeling a little
old-fashioned all of a sudden. I want to be memorable.”

“Damn, I’d say this whole night
has
been memorable,”
DeAnthony
interjected. “I’m going to
remember this fondly for the rest of my life.” He placed a kiss on Krista’s
forehead, holding his lips against her skin for a lingering moment. When he
pulled back, his eyes stared deeply into hers. “Thank you,” he muttered.

She gave him a half-smile. “You’re welcome. I think I should
be thanking you.” All the men laughed, but she noticed
Brax’s
didn’t sound genuine. They all stood up and began collecting clothing.

“You have as much privacy as you want. If you ever want to
invite one of us to your bed, or stay in ours, I’m sure I speak for all of us
when I say it’d be welcome. Tonight, I think you’d probably like some private
time, right?” There was a strange hopefulness in
Brax’s
voice.

“Thank you, I—yeah, it’s just all so weird. I feel like I’m
in someone else’s bed and life. It’s so hard to accept…goodnight.” Heat rose up
her neck and cheeks. How could she explain the surreal adjustment her
government and these men expected of her?

Brax
walked over and sat down next
to her on the bed. “I know. I mean, I think about it, what women go through
now. I—just don’t feel like we don’t care. I care, and I’m sure the others do
too.”

She doubted Max and Damon were in the caring category, but
the other four men had treated her well, better than the poor woman from the
educational video received, that was certain.

“I want to read one of your books,” Krista blurted out.
Curiosity filled her and she suddenly wanted to see if he’d gotten it right.
The idea of a book about her plight, even if it starred a man, was appealing.
There was nothing like it in the library at the protection facility.

Braxton grinned. “The whole series is on the bookshelf in
the game room. Help yourself. You just have to promise to be perfectly honest.”

The worry on his face made her smile. He wanted her to like
his work and it made her feel pleasantly surprised. “I promise to give you a
tough, uncensored review.”

He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Thank you.” His deep voice
rumbled as he whispered in her ear and she shivered.

Knowing he wasn’t going to have sex with her was both a
disappointment and a relief. She’d wanted to experience him the most, but she
was glad he’d waited too. Somehow, the idea of it being special with him made
her feel better about losing her technical virginity only to be thrust into the
middle of what was essentially the most immoral, government endorsed morality
she’d never imagined in her wildest dreams. She wished she could talk to
Cina
. She needed the comfort of a friend and more
importantly, a female ear.

The men left and she sat alone in the dim room feeling
jittery. She wasn’t tired, despite the late hour. She stood up, realizing she
was a bit sore, and went into the extravagant bathroom. The towels were so
soft. She’d picked a couple off the pile on an antiqued iron wall rack. Holding
them to her nose, she took a deep breath and sighed. Krista had become used to
thin, small pieces of cotton that smelled of bleach. These towels were so plush
they reminded her of blankets, and they smelled fresh. She set them on the
vanity and turned on the shower. There were bottles of shampoo and some fancy
soap bars shaped like flowers.

The boys had really been thoughtful in the design of her
domain. A small spark of hope lit inside her soul and grew, becoming a small
flame. Maybe, if she could just accept that the world was what it was, she
could be happy. Then she thought of her teachers, women who’d let themselves
love and found themselves returned like purchased clothing that didn’t fit. She
didn’t want to be someone’s return.

Shaking off the dark thought, Krista stepped into the
shower. Sighing, she let the warm water caress her skin. Using the apple
scented shampoo and the floral
soap,
her body began to
feel clean again. She washed the scent of sex away. As she watched the water
swirl down the drain, tears filled her eyes and she leaned against the wall,
sliding down the wet tile to sit on the floor.