Page 28 of Bender

“Sit down, Blu. Feed me that pussy I love the taste of so much.” His husky demand has Blu’s soft sigh joining my moans as she rocks back against his face and the two of them scissor their fingers deeper and farther into me.

When Konrad decides I’m prepared enough, I feel him pull their hands out of me. My hole clenches and pulses with an empty ache I need him to fill. I’m shaking and so close to coming, and the filthy sounds of his mouth on her pussy nearly send me over the edge.

“Now, Blu, let Grey put his hands on your shoulders while he guides himself down onto me. That way, he can set the pace, and if it hurts, he can stop.”

I chuff out an objection, ready to argue that there’s no way I’m stopping, but Blu interrupts me.

“It doesn’t have to be all at once, Grey. You know that. Right?” Her eyes meet mine and beyond the blown-out pupils and arousal, I see her concern for me.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” I rest my hands on her shoulders while she moves one of hers to hold Konrad’s cock upright, so I can ease down onto it. His head is so wide and flared that, for a moment, I feel a rush of panic, afraid I won’t be able to fit him inside me, after all.

“Big breath, Sweet Boy. Only when you’re ready,” Konrad grits out. I bear down, knowing that I need to work the muscles around my hole to get them to let him in. Suddenly, with a sharp pop, his girth pushes through the first ring of tense muscle.

My head falls back to stare at the ceiling, seeing nothing but the exploding bursts of light that accompany the sensation of having my superhero, my hero, inside me. Slowly, so slowly I don’t know how any of us stand it, I rock up and down tiny bits until I’ve taken him to the hilt.

“Fuck, Grey. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Blu sounds reverent, and I realize Konrad’s stopped eating at her, so we can all focus on this moment.

This moment where, after weeks of telling me he is mine, Konrad makes me his.

Chapter

Twenty-Five

BLU

A sharp tap against my butt cheek startles me from my hyper-focused attention on where Konrad’s ginormously thick dick disappears into Grey’s backside. I realize I’m practically smothering Konrad with my pussy and leap up as far as his hands on my hips will let me get.

“Settle, Sweetheart. Just needed a breath,” he chuckles.

I don’t know how he can laugh at a time like this. I feel as if I’m being split in half, and I’m not even the one being impaled. My eyes keep darting from where the two of them are locked together to Grey’s eyes, but I can’t meet them. He’s got his head thrown back while he makes needy little groans, so I know he likes it.

Konrad pulls me back to his mouth and presses his tongue through my folds to tap against my clit, and I cry out. The sound has Grey’s head snapping forward to check on me.

“Color?” he rasps.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” I quip.

“I’m asking both of you. Color?” Konrad’s words are muffled, his hot breath against my pussy lips drawing a shiver from me.

“Green,” I sigh on a moan as he sucks my entire vulva into his mouth.

“Green, but I’ll come too soon if you don’t stop whatever you’re doing!” Grey pleads.

“What’s he doing?” I ask. I’m only a little jealous that Grey’s getting stuff with Konrad’s perfectly shaped, if a bit scarily big, dick.

“I don’t know. It’s…it’s doing something. Twitching, maybe…” Grey trails off, his hips rocking forward and back over Konrad’s body. Each time, he jostles forward, his leaky cock sprays a little arc of cum onto Konrad’s stomach between us.

Konrad’s hands go to my breasts to pluck at my nipples, and the shock of sensation topples me forward into Grey. He grabs me and holds me steady, his eyes rolling a bit as he tries to focus.

“Can I touch you, Blu?” he asks, like I’d turn down either of them at this point. I’m so close to coming it feels like a whispery flap of a butterfly wing a mile away could send me flying over the edge.

“Yes!” I practically scream.

Konrad’s hands drop from my breasts and are replaced with Grey’s, his obsession with my nipples almost comical. He pinches and plucks at them while I rock my hips over Konrad’s face.

“Up, Little Girl. Lift up,” Konrad grunts.

“Wha-what? Why?” I whine.

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