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Ignoring the other two, Damien grips my hair and proceeds at his own pace. I try, desperately, to suck a little harder, just to get this over with faster. I know I’ve done something right—and I hate that I have to think of it like that—when Damien groans and tightens his grip in my hair.
“Let me help,” Giulio suddenly says. He stops massaging my clit and instead cradles Damien’s balls. I’m not sure whether I want to protest or breathe a sigh in relief—if that was even possible, around Damien’s cock in my mouth. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can feel the way Damien speeds up. I close my eyes again and work to keep my jaw lax enough that I don’t choke on this massive cock.
There’s no warning at all before Damien is coming, hot liquid splashing inside my mouth. It doesn’t taste any better than Slayer’s had, and without thinking, I jerk my head back. Cum dribbles down my chin, then drips down onto Giulio as I close my mouth and refuse to take any more of him inside of my mouth. I go a step further and spit out what little has made it into my mouth, not wanting to keep tasting it, to keep feeling the liquid on my tongue.
There’s a small pause where the only thing I can hear is Damien’s heavy breathing, and I can’t believe I just did that.
“Did you just… spit it out on me?” Giulio asks, as incredulous as I am. He wipes the cum off his neck and holds up his sticky fingers.
“Yes,” I croak dazedly, and Slayer briefly pauses his fucking to burst out laughing.
“Dude. Ungrateful little bitch. She should guzzle it down and thank you for it like she did with me. Then again, it is Damien’s, and it probably tastes terrible,” he jeers.
Giulio chuckles and sucks his fingers clean. “Nah. Damien’s jizz tastes like jizz. It isn’t even ultra-spicy.” He wipes his fingers on my lips. “Gonna—ungh, gonna be honest, that was pretty funny. But next time, you’ll be good and swallow every last drop, right?”
How they’re able to carry on a conversation while they’re fucking me is beyond my understanding. My body is quivering despite the only stimulation coming from Giulio and Slayer’s cocks inside me, and I twitch when Slayer starts to leisurely fuck me again.
“Gonna come soon,” Slayer says. “She just feels so good. You gonna make her come or what, Jules?”
“Yeah.” Giulio slaps Damien’s bare thigh. “Move, man. Since you’re done. Or make yourself useful, play with her clit while she kisses me.”
Damien lets out a long sigh and moves to lie down next to us. He gives Giulio a strange expression, then brings his hand between us so he can start fingering my clit. I squirm and bite my lip, trying to force down the pleasure.
“The angle is awkward,” Damien complains.
“I like how your hand is brushing against me,” Giulio answers, then tugs on my neck. “Kisses, Vanessa. I want lots of tongue action.”
I sob, but I lean down. Damien isn’t the only one who wants to complain about the angle, but I know Giulio won’t care. I brush my lips against Giulio’s, not wantingtongue action. But I’m getting overwhelmed by the overlapping sensations, and it’s hard not to squirm against Damien’s fingers.
They feel so damngood, and I can’t handle it. I don’t want them to make me come, not yet again, not so they can say they’ve made me orgasm every time they’ve touched me. But the pleasure keeps building anyway, and it feels like there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
I can taste Damien on Giulio’s tongue. Or maybe that’s what I taste like to him. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to pretend I’m somewhere else, but Giulio keeps making small noises, coaxing me, brushing his thumbs along the tear tracks on my cheeks. It’s like he knows I’m trying to disappear, and he’s out to remind me exactly how futile even that attempt at escape is.
Slayer’s pushing harder, his breathing ragged, and he groans and stiffens. I can feel him spilling into my ass, and I shudder as I kiss Giulio harder, trying to get away from the sensation. Kissing Giulio is only marginally better, and it doesn’t help when his tongue slides into my mouth. I let him explore, wishing I could get rid of the taste.
Without warning, I feel my own body seizing up. I’d been coasting on the pleasure, trying to keep it at bay, but suddenly it’s too much. I sob brokenly, ashamed of how my cunt tightens and ripples. Giulio groans loudly, too, and thrusts his hips up. I can feel him coming too, filling me completely.
He’s still breathing heavily as Slayer pulls out of my ass. Something hot trickles out with him, and I blink against the tears. Giulio rubs the corners of my eyes and smiles at me.
“Fuck, that’s—that’s good, squeeze one more time for me.”
I don’t mean to, but my body is clenching despite myself, and I can’t help it. I whimper again, trying to stop the waves of pleasure.
I can’t stop crying, my entire body shaking with the aftermath of my climax and the shame and the misery of it all. I’m stuck on top of Giulio, but I sit up. I can’t keep kissing him. I can’t.
“See? I told you… I told you I’d make her come before me,” Giulio says proudly. He strokes my waist with one thumb. “God, your pussy is so responsive.”
“She came at the same time as you,” Slayer points out. “Which is pretty impressive, yeah, but you said you’d make her comebeforeyou, and she still had to have Damien finger her for her to come.”
“That’s just semantics.” Giulio’s eyes slip closed. “I could fall asleep like this, with her cunt warming my cock.”
“Get her plugged up like a real bitch, to keep your cum inside,” Slayer adds, snickering.
Giulio’s eyes open again, and he frowns. “Huh? What’s that mean?” He also guides me off him, pushing me to the bed between him and Damien. I cringe when I feel the liquid trickling out of me.
I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling for a moment before closing my eyes and trying to fight back my tears that won’t seem to stop.
“Dogs,” Slayer explains, flopping onto the bed. “They knot their bitches. Swell up nice and big and lock together for a little while to keep the seed inside them. Would be nice with you trying to get her knocked up.”
