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By the time I regain any self-possession the ordeal is almost over, and it’s too late for me to object. It is Gork who climaxes first. He emits an animal moan of lust and pulls me hard against him so my buttocks squash against his pelvis. His cock is buried to its deepest in my bowel, and I cry out again as he stiffens and holds me tightly in place. This seems to push Ker over the edge. He rams himself forward as well, and I feel the barbs extend as he grips to shoot his seed as far into me as he can. And that’s it. I’ve had sex with men, vaginally and anally. With it over all three of us wait limp for a few moments. I wasn’t aware of exerting myself but I discover I’m panting as though I’ve run a race and I seem to be covered in sweat. The two men also seem to be exhausted. Both of their cocks are still inside me, but I feel blowjob no sign of the organs beginning to shrink. “Gods, that was the fuck of a lifetime,” gasps Gork, addressing his friend rather than me. “Mmm,” agrees Ker with a satisfied bass chuckle. The giant smiles down to me and leans in to kiss my forehead tenderly when his friend abruptly withdraws from my backside. Strangely it’s more painful than when he entered me, and I shriek loudly enough to disturb Hoola into giving a sleepy groan. Ker withdraws then, carefully. I actually feel his barbs retract so he doesn’t damage the delicate flesh inside my vagina. Even so the friction against my walls stimulates me so intensely that I moan as whorishly as a human. When he’s gone, leaving a trickle of sticky fluid between my thighs cumshot and a sensation of emptiness, I feel as though I’m still stretched open. I’m the only one who didn’t climax during intercourse, so I’m still intensely aroused. The aphrodisiac has not yet worn off, and trying to reassert my authority in this encounter I remind myself there’s no shame in a proud Gaianesian woman empowered with understanding of her own body. That’s why the first thing I do when they’re no longer within me is to roll onto my front, reach my hand between my legs and I masturbate. My rump, up in the air to allow my hand petite access to my genitals, makes rhythmic circular movements which probably look obscene to the two men. Touching my pussy feels different to me – the mix of Gork’s fluids with my own juices making them viscous and tackier than normal. “Gods, look at her go,” I hear Gork say from behind me in a tone almost like awe. Yes, I think with satisfaction. Look at me. Admire my feminine strength. The responses of my body are more familiar now, despite the aphrodisiac drugs and alcohol. Ignoring the insignificant males I bring myself to orgasm rapidly and it’s an explosive one, where I’m unable teen to keep down my cries of pleasure. The adrenaline rush during sex must have been keeping me alert, for almost as soon as I’ve climaxed all sense of presence leaves me yet again, and I’m uncertain whether events are real or dream. I see an image of Hoola nude on the bed beside me, lying on her back screwing Gork with almost desperate passion. Hardcore “Still willing to go through with this?” I ask her. Ashley and I spent the rest of that day Hardcore planning on how Celeste would integrate into our lives, we began to move some of Nicks toys into our room and some of the other junk we had up into attic space. Clint loved me in thigh-highs, and it made me feel so naughty. "I can take care of that." It was all on me to open the vault, to petite reveal the way forward. I feel the teen cumshot head touch your lips and I gently push forward as you guide me towards the right blowjob spot. “…not a big fat homophobe?” I stumbled to the side, my lamia slave's limbs wrapped about my body, her entire form trembling. Really working her clit over with his tongue. Tommy’s eyes went big as he was surprised by her comment. I gaped at her.