Another orgasm. This one lacked the intensity of her others. It was barely a blip. Her own pleasure was second to the cock in front of her face. Milo. She sucked him down again, this time doing the bulk of the work thanks to Simon pushing her hard back and forth as he fucked her. Jaxton was there too, kneeling on the bed beside Milo, and she swapped to him, sucking him down and staring up at both of them as she alternated. They hardened again so very fast, almost inhumanly so, and she wept not out of shame but joy that these men were hers, her block boys, her young lovers.
And as she came down from the orgasm, across the city, Jim received a text.
* * *
He was drinking coffee in one of the work trucks. The downed power pole was back up and fixed, a relief. This one had been a bitch and consumed most of the crew’s morning. But it was taken care of now, and before he headed to the next job, he was grabbing a much belated breakfast burrito and a sandwich.
In mid-sip, Jim’s cell phone went off. He didn’t recognize the number, but it sure grabbed his attention.
“Hey Jim. Come home. Emilia’s waiting.”
“What the…?” Jim asked, opening up the text and the attached video. His eyes widened.
* * *
“Time,” Simon snarled.
“Maybe ten minutes, give or take five,” Milo said. “If you’re going to come and be hard again-“
“Never mind that. I’m fine. Emilia?”
“Guh,” she moaned.
Simon gripped her cheeks and forced her to look up at him. “Emilia. Are you with me?”
“Fuck me fuck me fuck me…”
“Do you remember me telling you you’d choose where I finished?”
“Yessss,” she hissed, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Where?”
“My… p-pussy.”
“Get her to the couch.”
Jaxton pulled out of Emilia’s mouth and Simon pulled out of her well-stretched pussy. She fell forward immediately, gasping for air, strength leaving her. Milo and Jaxton pulled her to her feet and helped her out to the couch. Simon was there already, sitting down. She mounted him without asking, guiding his cock to her pussy instinctually and driving down with a hard slap of flesh.
“Now,” Simon said to Jaxton. The other boy nodded and lined up behind Emilia.
His cock tapped against her ass. His hand pushed her down so he had a better angle. She mewled wordlessly as she rested on Simon, her breasts against his chest and Jaxton lined up his cock.
Lined up right against her asshole.
“Oh fuck,” Emilia whispered, and Jaxton’s head spread her wide. “Oh FUCK!” she shouted. “Full, full, so fucking full!”
Two cocks as big and fat as theirs, spreading her wide. Milo was up on the couch, one leg on the cushion, the other on the floor. His cock aimed at her face and she stared up at him, mouth parted, breaths coming hard and ragged. He stuffed her full of his cock again, sighing with pleasure as she sucked him down deep, hand coming up to rest at his base and squeeze his balls.
Triple-stuffed. Emilia was tripled stuffed. The fucking really began.
There was no conscious mind to her left. Her world was sucking and being fucked. Her ass hurt but it was a good hurt. Jaxton didn’t drive into her deep, but fed her enough to give her a serious ass-fucking. Her pussy clamped to Simon’s dick like they belonged together, and Milo’s long cock filled her throat.