Page 126 of Agency

Their flat hands raised a hot, pink hue on my pale skin, marking me as theirs in ways cocks never could. Leaving handprint-shaped bruises behind, their spanking palms inscribed delicious tattoos on my ass, a reminder of these two men’s time in me.

But my eyes… Oh, my eyes, wild and needful and squinting through the onslaught of pleasure, still searched and searched for my third lover in the cabin’s main room. The only way to complete this triad of cocks, of tongues, of bodies I needed to feel cocooning me in was Andrew, and he was nowhere to be found.

Because I wasn’t that butterfly yet, was I? That woman of agency? No, not yet. But I was close, so close… Soon. Soon, very soon.

Andrew appeared from the hallway, his cock sticking out in front of him like a knight’s lance searching for its target, already turgid and ready as he quivered in the dim sunlight. And, like a good tilting partner, I opened my mouth so he could skewer me like a good cavalry man.

I nearly gagged as his hot lance, damp and faintly smelling of soap, pushed past my lips and over my tongue, to the back of my mouth.

But… But, I didn’t gag. I was too in the moment, too lost, too untethered and loose from my moorings amid the ocean of pleasure I’d been released into.

Instead, I came. I came like exactly what they were turning me into.

Their good girl. Their good slut. Their good little whore, who was desperate for their cocks and hands and tongues and pressing bodies.

Gratefully, enthusiastically, greedily, hungrily–all the ly’s–I sucked as Morgan and Jericho’s rhythms began to produce that physical music from my throat. Groaning, moaning, near-screaming, I sucked on Andrew’s thick length.

Fucking, using, pleasuring, I massaged them all with my mouth and holes, their words coming to me like some unholy, wanton litany to my ears as I came again and again and again on them…

“Still so tight, slut. Such a good hole to use.”

… and again…

“Like you were made for our cocks to keep using you all afternoon.”

… and yet again …

“Such a good cock sucker. Such a good little slut. Keep swirling your tongue like a good little whore. Get my cum from my balls. Get me ready to empty inside my good girl so we can all go down on you afterwards.”

… and, oh God, again!

Jericho, then. Growing, growing, pushing against Morgan still buried deep within me. I had to take Andrew’s cock from my mouth, had to gasp for fresh air and lay my forehead against Jericho’s and breath cock-scented breath over him as I ground myself against the base of his cumming cock.

The break didn’t help.

I went back to Andrew’s cock. I dove back to his thickness, till his taught, swollen flesh was filling me to the brim.

Nothing slowed the tumult of pleasure and insanity within me as I realized how much I needed all three of them. Realized how I couldn’t keep going this way, with so many men in so many different places, but that I also couldn’t keep myself contained to just one man. Realized I couldn’t keep changing my name, or risk losing them because of some stupid mistake I’d made with the help of my aunt’s ushering hand.

No. No, I needed all three of them or nothing at—

My back arched almost violently as I felt Morgan begin to cum a second time, filling me with his heat. He softened as I milked him without even realizing I was.

And, finally, vacancy.

So greedy. So needy. So desperate.

Maybe I was becoming their good girl, after all?

Why else would I keep my mouth latched to Andrew’s cock? Why else would I keep sucking like a desperate whore for him as I fought for breath?

No, not just for him. For them. For all three of them.

Morgan slid from my ass. Jericho emptied my pussy, leaving nothing but the fullness of their combined cum, which was already leaking from me and dripping onto his shaft and balls.

“So beautiful,” Andrew growled, his words piercing through the wanton haze as he fucked my mouth. “I can’t wait to watch Jericho take your used ass, slut. Can’t wait to hear the way you cry out.” And then he, too, was emptying in me, his pulsing, throbbing cock inches from his friend’s face.

And I swallowed, like a good girl. Swallowed like a good, hungry girl, who was eager to please and desperate for more pleasure.