Page 124 of Agency

“Good slut.”

Andrew’s fingers were gone less than a second later, and his cock was in their place. Pushing in, he paused and waited for me to finish the job. Immediately, Morgan felt ten times his normal size, and I let out an agonized-sounding cry of pleasure I hadn’t expected, one which had them both pausing for me to catch my breath.

“Are you—?”

“Ambyr—?”

“No, don’t stop,” I nearly growled as I patted Morgan’s shoulder and shook my head. “I want this. I want this. I want both of you. Need both of you.”

I braced myself with one hand as Andrew helped me keep my cheeks wide for him, and, pushing back with a groan, I took more of Morgan’s cock and pushed back onto Andrew’s, until his heavy balls were resting against both Morgan’s and my asses.

My back arched, my mouth gasped.

So full! So absolutely nothing like with Andrew’s fingers and only Morgan’s cock! Both their heat, both their rigidity, both their passion. My toes curled as my eyes fluttered back, and then I was shaking as that dam deep within me began to shudder under the pleasure’s surging, incomprehensible pressure.

“So tight,” Andrew groaned right in my ear, his words fighting the rush of white-noise filling my hearing. “You’re such a tight fuck toy for us, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t even nod “yes” to his question. All I could do was shake and practically foam at the mouth. The pure ecstasy that dam was trying to contain lapped over the top, and my insides contorted and tightened as I shuddered with another orgasm. I bit my lip, trying to keep myself from crying out. But my bite hardly helped as they both began to fuck me on that old cabin couch, making the wood frame groan as loud as us. I leaned forward with both hands, now, and braced myself as their hips ricocheted me back and forth, my body rebounding between them as the springs creaked and our moans twisted and turned in the air, spiraling together until they were a garble of guttural noises slapping against the walls like open hands against disbelieving mouths.

And, oh yes, there were open hands. Slaps on my ass, fingers digging into my thighs and hips, palms covering my throat as I moaned and writhed like a wild thing in their arms, the pleasure so overwhelming that some small part of my brain began to worry about whether I could ever enjoy normal sex again without at least two partners involved.

Were they going to break me? Were they going to short circuit the pleasure centers of my brain? Would I be ruined when they were done?

Did I care?

Another orgasm spilled over the top of that dam, and then Morgan’s fingers were pushing into my mouth as Andrew tightened the reins of my hair. Cumming and bucking and rocking, I gurgled and began to suck on those digits–came ever harder as he began to roughly fuck my lips with them until I could feel his blunted nails scraping the top of my mouth and pushing to the back.

Moans muffled, I closed my eyes as I pictured Jericho there with them. Imagined them rotating, taking turns with each of my holes, showing me exactly how much of a good little slut I could be for them as we experienced this first together.

I came again, at that thought. I’d lost track of how much pleasure I’d felt since they began, and the orgasm joined with the tumultuous rapids they’d created in me.

Morgan’s fingers pulled away, and I moaned with my mouth hanging wide as his saliva-slick digits painted a trail down my jaw and chin. Eyes still closed, hands began to guide my head further forward, as if they were leaning me down to kiss him. And I just went with the motion, trusting them to be pushing me further along this climb to pure bliss.

My eyes opened, though, as rough, strong, sandpaper fingers lifted my chin and Morgan and Andrew began to adjust beneath and give more freedom.

Jericho!

Already naked, he wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t frowning. No, he was practically salivating, especially as his gaze raked down my body like a physical thing, leaving me almost able to feel the claw marks left behind.

Bending down to meet me, Jericho drew me up by both hands on my cheeks as his friends kept fucking me and his kissed me. His tongue, so warm and hot and slick, slipped past my lips. So strongly, so forcefully, so sexily, his wet, muscular organ swirled and tasted me, tasted where I’d been, who had had me, who had already given me so many orgasms.

I began to cum again at the end of his friends’ cocks. Began to moan and nearly cry out with the sensations, right into Jericho’s yawning, waiting, hungry mouth.

And his mouth groaned back in approval as I rode this latest orgasm. Seconds later, though, he was pulling back his lips, and his cock was coming into view over the back of the couch, right above Morgan’s sunk down head.

“Surprise,” Jericho growled, fingers of one hand threading into the hair at the back of my head, taking the lead from Andrew. “And good morning.”

I didn’t fight. Didn’t hold back.

Groaning with desire, I just licked my lips and leaned the rest of the way forward to take him.

Or, rather, let him take me.

Because that was when they really began to.

Tugging, pulling, stretching. Grasping, whispering, groaning.

My eyes rolled back. My mouth hung slack, perfect for Jericho’s fucking cock.