Page 20 of Bender

I’m pretty sure my face has turned as red as Blu’s at the dirty things he’s saying, even if he thinks they’re no big deal.

“Stand up now, Peanut. And help me pull down these pants, okay?” Konrad holds a hand out for me, his other arm still cradled around Blu. As soon as I’m on my feet, even though my legs are as shaky as a baby’s, he unties the drawstring that holds the enormous sweats on my hips. We’ve been borrowing clothes from Konrad’s friends for the past few days, but he let it slip, earlier today, there are packages coming with special clothes just for Blu and me.

“This next part is very important, okay, so I want you to listen closely. Both of you.” Gravity weighs every word. We nod at him, and he continues.

“If there’s a single moment, a second, a heartbeat, when you’re scared, or in pain, or you just don’t like something that’s happening, I want you to say something. We can use traffic lights to tell each other when we like things or when we need to slow down or stop. Green will mean you like it. It’s good. You want more. Yellow is if you need to slow down, or if you’re worried and need to ask a question. And red?—”

“Red stops you, if we say it? Really?” Blu interrupts. There’s a hard look on her face. She almost looks as if she’s mad at Konrad. I hold my breath, waiting.

“Every single time, Blu. Zero hesitation. No matter what. We stop. We evaluate. We figure out what the problem is, and we always, always respect one another. Is that clear?”

There’s no mistaking Konrad’s sincerity as he looks between us. I nod, the tingling feeling in my penis still stealing my attention.

“What color are you right now, Blu?” he asks her, with a hand under her chin to draw her face to meet his stare.

“Green, Konnie. I want to watch you make Grey feel good. Please.” She softly asks for his permission to stay.

“Do you want to help me, Jellybean?” he offers. Electricity zaps around inside me at the mental picture of both of them touching me where I’m all achy.

“I can?” she asks, and Konrad guides one of her hands toward my body.

We all watch as his fingers twine with hers and the tips of their index fingers stroke down the underside of my erection. Konrad moves her hand in his until they’re cradling the tight sac of my balls where its pulled tight to my body.

“Wrap your fingers around him here, Jellybean, and gently work them like this,” he instructs, his fingers massaging each full orb while pulling it away from my torso.

Tears well up and overflow from my eyes, fat drops falling to where their hands are on me. Konrad looks up and sees me crying, concern and arousal on his face.

“You okay, Sweetheart? Does this not feel good?” His questions roll through me, and I know I need to answer. Forming words is so much effort, and I struggle to make my mouth work.

“Good…so…good.” It’s all I can manage as pleasure roars through me. I’ve never felt anything like this.

“Ready for more? Color?” He waits patiently while my brain processes.

“G-green. Please,” I say.

Konrad’s dark hair obscures my view of what comes next, but the sensation renders me blind, anyway. Wet suction wraps around my spongy tip, and the rasp of Konrad’s tongue sweeps circles around the flared end. My knees buckle, and I’d collapse, but Konrad’s strong arm wraps around me, his forearm making a seat for my backside. His mouth suckles and licks at me while Blu’s hand continues to fondle and pull gently on my balls until I’m a sobbing, boneless wreck.

“Green, oh green! Green…gr-gr-green, Konrad. Please help me, something’s… Something’s…” I know what’s coming. It’s me. I’ve painfully been on the other end enough times to know the mechanics of it. This is different. So fucking different.

This is me, erupting and shattering and touching outer space and eternity and everything all at once. Stinging hot cum blasts from my body. Cramping pulses wrench shot after shot deep into Konrad’s mouth as he swallows and works his throat around me. Blu murmurs soft encouragement as my muscles lock and release with no direction from me.

Finally, as the aftershocks quiet, my body flops forward over Konrad’s still bent head until my cheek rests in the curve of Blu’s neck. She kisses my sweaty brow and strokes a hand through my hair.

“For once, I’m not the only one who made a mess, right, Grey?” She giggles. I hear bashful teasing in her tone, and under that, a tiny bit of envy peeking through. Now that Konrad showed me how good an orgasm is, will she let him show her?

Chapter

Eighteen

BLU

“Your turn, Blu,” Grey gasps, still sounding as if he’s run a marathon. His head is tucked against my neck, hot puffs of his breath tickling along my skin.

“It’s okay, Grey. This was for you,” I whisper. It’s not that I don’t want a turn. I’m pretty sure I very much do. I’m just not sure I’m ready for one. Not that I don’t trust Konrad to be good to me. He’s already earned all my faith. I just… I don’t know if I’m ready to be underneath him. Or anyone.

“Little Girl, tell me what’s wrong. Did we scare you?” Konrad asks.

“I’m not scared.” I hear the pout, but I’m helpless to choke it back. The safety Konrad brings has me growing more stubborn and contrary every day. I’d worry, but Konrad seems delighted every time I sass him. Before, I used a smart mouth as a defense. The longer I’m here with Konrad and his club, the more I realize being a smartass may be my authentic self.

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