Page 22 of Bender

She looks to be all in, but I’m taking nothing for granted. It’s tough to believe I’m already hard up and aching for the two of them, given how I’ve already nutted myself halfway inside out. But then, the want has been spiraling me into madness for days. I would have waited for however long it took for them to be ready. Doesn’t matter, there’s no way I’ll stop as long as Blu and Grey are giving me the green light.

Blu nods before letting her head fall back on her shoulders to look at the ceiling. I coast my fingers up and down the insides of her thighs, the need to touch her everywhere all at once overwhelming me. I let my fingertips slide higher and higher with each pass until they’re brushing the hollowed curves where her slender thighs meet her torso. The silkiest dusting of hair crests the rise of her mound, growing in now that she’s allowed to decide for herself.

Shivers wrack her little body, goosebumps raising on her skin even as the shine of arousal glistens on the soft pink lips of her pussy. Her hips twitch, angling to feel the press and friction to ease her ache.

“Lick me, Konnie! Please!” she whisper-shouts into the quiet room.

“As you wish, Princess.” My pet names for them are becoming one of the highlights of every day, and though they’re always my Peanut and Jellybean, it’s fun watching the way they light up at each new term of endearment I use.

“Corny, Kon,” she chuffs on an aborted laugh that becomes a moan when I engulf her whole center in the wet heat of my mouth. She’s so slight I can fit my lips over her pussy without any trouble. That may make things difficult later, but for now, it’s amazing to suck at her lower lips and press my tongue deep into her core all at once.

“You like it,” I state.

“I do. Oh, oh, yes. I do!” she sighs, babbling as the sensations Grey and I are doling out take her higher and higher.

I work my tongue in and out of her channel, coating it in her slick arousal. Her deeply savory taste mingles with the taste of Grey’s salty release still heavy in my mouth. The combination is addictive, and I’m ravenous with want.

Her clit is a firm little pearl I can nudge with the flat of my tongue every time I push it into her. When I do, her back bows farther off the table, trying to get more friction. More pressure.

I give it to her, releasing my suction over her mons and focusing all my attention on her clit. Rolling it with my tongue and nipping it with my lips makes her cries rise in desperation. I can tell she’s close.

“Please, Please!” she begs. Grey’s head lifts in surprise, and concern flickers in his eyes before he realizes she’s begging for more, not less.

“You need to come, Sweet Girl?” I ask as if the answer’s not wildly obvious. Her body’s strung tighter than a bow, ready to fly off the edge of sanity and into climax.

I don’t wait for her answer, and neither does Grey. He nips at the under-curve of the breast nearest to him before tugging the nipple between his teeth and working her other breast with his fingers.

I wrap my lips around her hard clit and suck while I push two fingers into her cunt and crook them upward to nudge her g-spot. Her orgasm tears through her with a force that feels powerful enough to quake reality off its axis.

My cock kicks and pulses in my pants, undeterred by the fairly uncomfortable feeling of my earlier nut. I’m on the edge of a second orgasm, something that hasn’t been possible in more than a decade and for damn sure, has never happened without even being touched. Grey’s cock is hard again, too. He’s going to hurt himself rutting it between the edge of the table and Blu’s thigh, so I push my free hand around his hip and take hold of it.

“That’s, oh Konrad, oh no, I’m gonna…” Grey stutters, and in three firm tugs, pumps a second release over my fist onto Blu’s spread legs. The sight of his cum sparkling in the overhead lights shouldn’t be so fucking hot. In any other circumstances, I never would have accepted I’d be so lust drunk for another man’s jizz. But this is Grey, and he’s as much mine as Blu is, so I swipe my fingers through the mess and suck one into my mouth to savor his taste.

I offer my fingers to Blu, so she can taste what her orgasm did to Grey, and she kitten licks my index and middle finger until they’re clean. I offer my spit and cum slick fingers to Grey, and he sucks them into his mouth with a desperation that has my dick painfully twitching with jealousy. Next time. Maybe.

“Let’s get cleaned up and grab a nap you two. It’s early, but you two have worn out my old ass.” My dick protests, insisting it’s definitely not ready for a nap, but I ignore it. If I have my way, my dick, and the rest of me, will have a lifetime of fucking my two lovers.

Soon, Charm will get back to us with their test results. Once I know they’re healthy and ready, I’ll be able to unleash all of this pent up lust. Until then, I’ll shower them with love and attention and keep my dick in my pants.

Chapter

Twenty

GREY

If I’d known snuggly afternoon naps and cuddles with two people who love me would be my future, it would have made surviving my years on Huber’s leash so much more bearable. Not tolerable by any stretch, but endurable.

Right now, Blu’s curled in my arms, and Konrad’s octopus-tangled around me. It should feel claustrophobic, given how much time I spent in the kennel behind Huber’s wall. Instead, it feels like magic.

Konrad’s soft exhales make the hair at my temple dance into my eyes, and I blink a few times to clear my vision. Dust motes float in the waning light from the window, and it feels as if the entire world is centered right here in Konrad’s bedroom. Our bedroom.

I could stay like this forever, I think. Or at least, I could if it weren’t for my bladder feeling as if I might explode. I force my body to move at a glacial pace as I wriggle out from between Blu and Konrad. At the doorway to the room, I look over my shoulder them and wonder if I’ll ever get used to the safety and comfort of freedom and belonging.

“Yo, you lost, Crayon One?”

My head whips around so fast I nearly lose my balance. The green-haired boy, Ace I think his name is, stares at me from a few steps down the hallway.

“N-no,” I stammer. “J-just need to pee.”

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