That bastard Pete's teasing me, all right! His mouth is so close to my cock I can feel his hot breath on it. But he ain’t touching it. Nah. Everything but. He's kissing and licking the skin near it, the inside of my thighs, the spot where my leg meets my balls. Getting closer and closer, but not quite there. He's taking his sweet damn time, building up the heat.

Fuckin’ A, man, the fucker knows his shit, knows how to build the tension. He’s made me a twitchin’ mess of nerves. I can picture that smug bastards mug as he’s doing it—a nasty, fat grin under hungry eyes.

I wonder if Emma can even see this from her perch. Is he being this much of a slut because she can't see what he's doing? Or is this just how Pete is—a fucking tease who likes to make you wait for it?

My face is buried in Emm’s sweet snatch so deep, I can’t see or hear much other than her. It’s humid as fuck under there, slick and musky, her thighs clamped tight around my ears. She’s mashing my nose into her wet folds, slowly humping her hips like she’s fucking my mouth.

Spit hits my dick, makin’ me jump. I feel his warm breath slide down the shaft and disappear. I brace for his hand, his lips, something—anything—but nothing comes. There’s this dead-ass silence that goes on forever, like the whole world stopped moving except for the warm, sticky river of spit crawling down my dick toward my balls. The bastard is probably grinning with every second he keeps me hanging. It's torture, but it's also the hottest goddamn thing in the world.

Man, I tell ya’, at that moment, I felt so fuckin’ alive. In my head, I’m freaking the fuck out, wondering, “What the fuck?” Is he just watching us? What the fuck is he doing? What’s he waiting for? But in my body? Hell, I felt like a goddamn sex God.

I dig my hands into Emm’s ass, pulling her tighter against my face, desperate to anchor myself, to keep from going nuts over what Pete’s not doing. God, I want him bad! I suck on Emm’s clit, like a pacifier, trying to forget him, trying to lose myself in the taste and heat and mess of her filthy pussy. I’m lovin’ this! Like a God, I lay back on the couch, naked, legs spread, reeking of sex, eating Emm’s pussy in the filthy way possible, making suckin’ sounds, slurping sounds, giving Pete a good show, showing him.

We had a good groove going, I was sucking her pussy, and Emm was riding my face, when, bam, Pete pounces! His tongue's all over my sack, licking and swirling around the sensitive skin. The wet heat of his mouth sends shockwaves through my entire body, making me groan into Emma's pussy. She grinds down harder in response, clearly enjoying the vibrations.

I hear Pete hock up another loogie, then spit it out onto my shaft. His hand wraps around my cock again, slick with spit, working me over like a goddamn pro. It's relentless, fucking relentless, and I love it. He knows exactly how to milk a guy, and I'm the lucky bastard this morning. His hand, warm and wet, gliding up and down my aching cock. I want to watch him, but all I can see is Emma—I can only feel Pete at my sack.

And then, holy fuck! The guy sucks one of my nuts into his warm mouth, and for a second, I can't even breathe. The suction kills me! Each nut gets loved like it's a rare fuckin' delicacy. His lips surround one of my balls, then the other, gentle but insistent, treating them like they’re the best things he’s ever tasted. It's like he wants to drive me insane, and I think it's fuckin' working.

He takes his sweet time with me, playing me like a goddamn fiddle down there. The heat of his tongue is everywhere, licking along the seam of my sack, tracing the weight of each testicle. The pressure’s so friggin’ perfect it hurts, but in the best possible way.

As all this is going down on my cock and sack, Emma's skull fuckin’ me. She's riding my face harder than ever, her moves frantic and wild, drowning out every other sensation. Her slick pussy is sliding all over my face as her juices run down my chin. My face is soaked!

She's got me so wrapped up in her, I can barely hear Pete groan as he tongues my balls. "Yeah, Gabs," he says, his voice thick with lust. "You like that?" His lips surround one of my balls, then the other, gentle but insistent, treating them like they're the best things he's ever tasted. It's relentless, fucking relentless, and I love it.

Like it? Fuck, man, I love it! Does this fucker even know how crazy he's making me? Does he get how he makes me feel?

I pull back just a bit, moan “Fuck..., mmmmh..., yeah,” into Emm’s cunt. Then I’m back at her sweet pussy, diggin’ my fingers into her ass harder, pulling her to me.

It's like he wants me to beg, to lose it completely. He's taking his sweet time, and I'm the lucky bastard caught in the middle of it, both of them working me over, using me like I'm their plaything. Emma's got my face soaked in juice. Pete has me squirming on the couch, unable to keep still. Fuck, I wanted more of them, more of him.

I threw one leg over Pete's back, pressing him hard against me, feeling the vibration of his breath as I smothered him in sack. He didn't miss a beat, suck my balls, making slurpy noises like a greedy bastard. I couldn't stop myself from grinding against him, really letting him have it, making sure he knew I fucking loved the way he was working my nuts over.

“Like that, Gabs, don't ya?” Pete growled. I felt the rumble of his voice shoot straight through me like an electric shock. He knew I loved it. He knew I wanted more. He knew I was going out of my mind, and he wanted to keep me there. The bastard was all over me, relentless and fucking amazing.

"God, yes," I managed, feeling like I'd burst from the pressure of his mouth, his words, his everything.

Dude was on fire. Pete hoisted my leg back around, opening me up even more to him, his mouth not stoppin’. It was building up, spiraling out of control, and I loved it. He was fucking with me good. He’d scrape me with his teeth, making me twitch. Then he’d suck on the skin and get nasty with his goddamn tongue.

Shit, what he was doing to me had me totally fucking wired. I felt like I was going to explode from the inside out, all my nerves lit up and firing like crazy, my whole body one big live wire. The building pressure was intense, every touch pushing me closer to the edge, closer to losing it completely.

While Pete was all over me, for some fucked up reason, I wondered about Emm. Could Emma even see what Pete was doing to me? Did she get how insane he was making me down there, or was she too into getting her rocks off to care?

Her moans were my answer. Slut was in her own fucking world. The way Emm was movin’, her sharp gasps and frantic pace, the way she dug her fingers into my hair, the way she smeared her wet cunt over my face. Good fuckin’ God, slut wasn’t holding nothin’ back! She was lost in herself, giving it all up.

My moans vibrated into her pussy. My nose pressed into her, my mouth sucking and slurping at her like a starving man, barely able to breathe but loving every second of it. That slut bore down on me hard, like I was just some goddamn machine for her.

Goddamn, there’s something about being used that drilled right through every stubborn, shameful, Catholic-school-brainwashed bit of me. I’m mouth-deep in Emma’s cunt, drunk on the taste, the smell, the fucking animal heat of her, and I’m just along for the ride as she grinds and rides my face like a goddamn dildo.

I try to hold it together, but Pete’s tongue latches onto my nuts and it’s game over. I can’t help it—my whole body just goes limp and then rigid, every muscle clenching and then melting. Fireworks under my skin. My balls are on fire, and I want to scream, but my mouth is full of Emma and if I stop eating her pussy she’s gonna break my fucking neck. There’s a moment—less than a heartbeat—where I actually believe I might pass out from how fucking good it feels. My nose is jammed so far into her that my world is nothing but the wet slap of her on my face, the faint, hot hiss of her breath, and Pete slurpin’ my junk like a cheap whore.

God, how I loved being used. I pull back, just for a second, just enough to gasp in some air, and I moan, “Fuck..., mmmmh..., Pete” into Emma’s cunt, like I’m giving a prayer to the only god that ever mattered. She’s so far gone she’s not even human anymore, just a mess of hair and sweat and wet, shuddering muscle, riding me like she’s scared I’ll vanish if she lets up. I can’t believe I used to think missionary with the lights off was racy. This is some next-level depraved shit and I’m fuckin’ converted.

His tongue is everywhere, his teeth scraping just enough to make me shiver, his lips sucking on me like he’s starving. What I’m feeling is so over the top that it almost hurts, but I don’t want him to stop, not even for a second. He’s got my sack stretched and wet and humming, and every time I twitch or buck he laughs—a deep, guttural sound that vibrates into my balls and makes the pleasure even more intense.

He goes lower, tongue tracing the seam of my sack, and then his fingers are digging into my thigh, hard, nails just shy of breaking skin. He’s not content to just lick and suck—he wants to own it, to rip moans out of me, and I oblige. I’m a fucking whore for him, a whimpering, leaking, humping animal, and I don’t even care. If anyone saw me, if any of my old, dumbass friends got a look at me now—face buried in pussy, legs in the air, a dude tonguing my balls—they’d lose their shit. I’d probably lose my shit, too. But in that moment, I didn’t give a single fuck about anything except how insanely good Pete and Emma made me feel.

Pete grabs hold of my thigh and yanks it up. Not gentle. Not a suggestion, but a command, and I followed his nasty lead 'cause I wanted him, and I needed him to be just as hot for me, so anything he wanted, I was doing it. He slides his arm under my leg, hiking it higher like he’s trying to fold me in half, and suddenly I’m open. Exposed. Every nerve ending on my body is screaming. My ass is lifted off the couch, my balls pulled taut, my cock drooling pre all over my stomach. My face is buried in Emma’s snatch, and she's wiping my face with that pussy.

I hear Pete saying something to Emm, hear my name. I hear Emm saying something to Pete, but with her legs wrapped over my head, I can’t make it out. And I don’t care, I just want them. Next thing I know, Pete’s pushing my legs back even more, Emm’s grabbing hold of one, then the other. Now I’m spread like an effin’ Peking contortionist.

I’m now totally spread wide open to him, totally vulnerable, and I’m lovin’ it! The fucker can do whatever he wants to me! Fuckin’ A, I love it!

I can only dream up what Emma must look like right now: naked, arms holding my legs apart, her boobs jammed out, and her hole spread wide right in my damn face.

My head spins as Pete’s tongue traces the weight of my balls, his breath hot on my skin. I press my hands into Emma's ass, holding her so tight it's like I'm holding on for dear life. She's really going for it now, working my mouth like this is the last ride she’s ever gonna have. Every time she shoves down, my nose and lips disappear into her slit and the only thing I can do is open wide and take it.

Pete, greedy fuck, takes advantage of my new position, tilting me back so my ass is open to him. His face is right in my crack, and I can feel his breath and tongue, hot and searching, licking up the spit and sweat and whatever else is down there. It’s electric, humiliating, and so fucking hot I can barely stand it. He starts slow, just exploring, but then he gets bold—licking, probing, getting his tongue right up where it’s never been before.

It's like a five-alarm clusterfuck in my head. All I could do was feel—the wet, sloppy suck of Emma’s cunt on my face, the burn of Pete’s tongue on my ass, his tongue on my balls, the tight, quivering ache in my balls as they bounced between the two. I bucked and thrashed and howled into Emma, but nobody let up, nobody took pity on me. They just kept going, kept using me, like I was a toy built for only this.

I tried to say something—I wanted to tell Pete how fucking good he was, how he was driving me fucking mental—but the only thing that came out was a pathetic whimper. He must’ve known what it meant, because he doubled down, sucking my balls even harder while Emma clamped her thighs around my ears and screamed my name. At one point, I was in pieces, so gone I thought I’d black out. I couldn't feel my friggin’ arms, couldn't see a damn thing, couldn't think of jack shit outside of this moment.

It was like getting torn apart and rebuilt. Every nerve in my body was firing off, every inch of my skin hot and alive, every muscle locked up with pleasure. I’d never been this free, never been this open, never been this vulnerable, never wanted anything this bad in my life.

I can hear the smug bastard laugh as he lets go of my nuts with a soft pop, like he knows he's got me right where he wants me.

"Don't stop!" Emma pants, her voice frantic. "Oh God, don't..., ohhh..., stop!"

Is Pete waiting for me to break first? For Emma to break? Does he even know how much I love it? How much I want him to keep torturing me like this until I can't take it anymore?

I got my answer. "Hell yeah," he snarled. "Get your tongue in that hot little cunt. Make her cum."

That bastard dips lower, licking that sweet spot between my sack and my crack. He's being fucking sloppy about it, tongue slick and wet and everywhere, spit dripping down to my hole like he means to drown me in it. It's obscene how good it feels, how fuckin' filthy he is, and how much I want more. I swear I can feel every drop that runs down, as if it's a line of fire straight to my filthy brain.

I bucked into his face, shameless and desperate for more, wanting him to lick me open, to get his tongue as far up inside of me as he could. I wanted him to go down my hole, and I wanted it so fucking bad that I didn’t care how filthy or needy it made me seem. I wanted to feel his cock in me, to feel him fill me up, to get me even closer to the edge than I already was.

But that fucker denied me. He knew I fucking wanted it, but he denied me. He kissed his way up till his mouth’s back on one of my nuts, sucking, harder this time. Each suck is firmer, each pull more intense, like he's in it for the long haul. I'm losing it, losing my goddamn mind with all the sensations hitting me at once.

He wipes up his spit and grabs hold of my hard cock, his palm spit-slick and hot, sliding up and down my shaft without mercy, a goddamn tornado of pleasure. He knows he's got me where he wants me, and he's not letting go.

With his filthy mouth, he's lavishing my balls like they're the main event. When he switches from one nut to the other, it's seamless, a constant oral blitz from the underside of my cock to the bottom of my sack. I can't believe how good it feels, like nothing I've ever had before. I'm fucking drowning in it.

He's so focused on my nuts, twisting each one in his mouth, that I wonder if he's forgotten my cock entirely. But then his hand moves faster, his grip tightens, his thumb swipes over the head on every upstroke, and I'm seeing fucking stars. The bastard's got no fucking mercy.

My dick's just poundin' in his hand. My whole body is tense, arching into his touch. Nobody’s ever messed with my balls like this before, didn't know it could feel this damn good.

Emma's got her pussy right on my nose, I can't see what's going on. Fuck me, I'm practically breathing through her hairy snatch! I'm close to blowin’ my nut. Is Pete gonna let me? Or is he gonna keep at it until I can't take anymore? Slut’s fuckin’ frantic, soaking my face, and I gasp into her pussy, as Pete lets off with his mouth. Is he stopping? Is he gonna make me wait for it? The anticipation is wild, and I'm wondering what he's gonna do next.

I've been at her pussy for so long, I'm nearly drowning in the mess. My face is slick with spit, pussy juice, and cum. It's so wet, I can feel the juices running down my neck, my chest, to my balls, mixin’ with Pete’s slobber, pooling beneath me on the couch, soaking everything in its path. Emma's riding my mouth like a goddamn machine, and the harder she goes, the wetter I get. My face is slathered in it, every breath I take filling my nose with her and nothing else.

It's like the slut’s fuckin’ baptizing my whole body in her juice, and I'm lovin’ every drop of it. I can feel it drippin’, soaking me, running down to my pubes, slicking my balls. It's so fucking wet down there, everything's mixing together, and it's making me so goddamn hard.

It's dripping down, all the way to my balls, like it’s inviting Pete to get at it.

And then—oh fuck—he does! Next thing I know, Pete's tongue is on me again. He’s lickin’ up my body, makin’ these obscene sounds as he’s slurpin’ up all of that nasty shit. My cock is sandwiched between us, so I wrap my legs around Pete’s body again. pressing him to me, letting him know I’m enjoying this.

Pete stops at my chest, then I feel him push against my body and yank my legs from Emm’s grip. I'm not sure if he's takin' a break or if the bastard's got something even crazier planned for me. But then I feel his cock on mine and his two hands wrap around them like before, and I feel this warm fluid coating my cock. Did Pete spit that shit out on me? Has he been saving it up? Fuck, I don't know, but I'm about to lose it! He's fucking against my cock, and good fucking God, I could just about explode at how good it feels!

Fuck! I’m so fuckin’ close. That animal! Shit!

Emma's cunt is grindin' on my face while Pete's cock slides against mine. I'm so fuckin' close! I don't know how much more I can take!

So I latch onto Emm’s clit like a starving baby and suck that little nub. She bucks like mad as I let her have it, pulling on my hair, smearing her juices all over. Her cries are so loud they drown out Pete's breathy moans!

"Yeah, you’re gonna blow," Pete pants, but he's still not letting me have it.

He keeps squeezing our cocks together, stroking them with both hands. It's wet, sloppy, and insane. No relief, no mercy, just edging me harder and harder! I can't believe how good it feels, and I can't believe I'm not cumming, but he knows just how to keep me there, just how to keep me wanting it.

"Come on, slut," he says, grinding against our dicks. "Can't take it, huh?"

Man! Dude’s relentless, and I love every second of it!

He lets go just before I lose it, running his hands over my chest and belly with more of that fuckin’ slime. Shit, finally a little relief, but that relief don't last long!

I feel Pete's hand and tongue back on my cock again. I gasp as he slides it all the way up my shaft, slow and wet, torturing me. He goes right to the top, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head of my cock. It's brief, this quick, intense tease, but fuck if it doesn't hit me hard. The wet heat of his mouth surrounds the tip, but only for a second. He pulls back too soon, and my body's arching up, desperate, wanting more.

I'm so strung out, I'm not even sure if I want it to end. The fucking insanity of this moment is like a drug I can’t quit. Pete’s teasing me, the bastard’s relentless, and I'm so fucking close to losin’ it that I don't even know how much more I can take. Everything's so hot, so goddamn wet, and he knows exactly how to work me over, push me over the edge and pull me back in. My eyes squeeze shut as my cock throbs in his grip, so fucking close, so ready to blow, and then his mouth closes over my cock again, hot and tight and fuck, I think I've got it made. I'm practically there, practically exploding.

Then—fuck!—he pulls back, the bastard! I'm still gasping, still squirming! The world spins, the room's a mess of sweat and cum, and I'm the fucking messiest part of all of it. My body’s dripping, my cock’s dripping, and I can't even think straight with everything swirling around me. I'm drowning in the chaos, and it feels great as hell, like this wild, dirty overload that keeps going and going.

Pete’s fuckin’ ruthless, pulling me back again at the very last second, holding back just enough to keep me wanting more. I’m losing my mind, losing control, not even knowing if I can take much more of this sweet goddamn torture.

And then Emma grabs hold of my hair and pushes off my mouth so sudden and hard, it leaves me gasping for air.

I can't believe it. Shaking, panting, the little slut’s got her wet pussy just out of reach, denying me this wet, dirty heaven. Her voice rings like a bullet, "Oh..., f-f-fuck..., s-stop!”

And now I'm going frantic and I'm trying to figure out if I heard her right. “Huh..., w-what?” I mumble, breathless and dazed.

Does she even know what they’re doin’ to me? How much my cock’s achin’.

Emm’s heaving over me, legs shaking, gasping for air. She's like a goddamn vision, wild and desperate and dripping, and I can't get enough of it. The tease, the build-up, every second's driving me insane. Has she really had enough? Or is she pulling me in closer, making me suffer, making me want it more than ever before?

“S-stop..., mmmh.. , st...” She pulls me in like she can't get enough and then yanks my face from her cunt.

“STOP!” She's sudden and demanding, her voice cutting through the debauched haze, hot and insistent, and I can't believe she wants to stop when we’re so fuckin’ close. The way she shouts makes my cock fuckin’ jump like she's right there, grabbing my sack with her words. Like she's got us all by the balls with the way she says it! Shit, I can’t even! Is she really pulling the plug, or is this some new way to torture me even more? The room's quiet except for their panting and Emm’s whimpers, while I lay covered in pussy juice, confused as hell. Then Emm demands,

"I WANT TO FUCK! I WANT YOUR COCK! I WANT YOU TO CUM IN ME, GABS!"

Her words are like a bomb going off in the room, sharp and insistent, and the sudden urgency of it throws both Pete and me for a loop, totally caught off guard by the sudden change in the fucking flow. One second she's moaning, and the next it's like she's on a effin’ sex mission, wanting me, commanding me. My brain's barely processing it before I feel my cock jump in Pete's mouth.

He pulls off with a wet pop, a trail of spit lingering, his eyes flicking to Emma like he's wondering if she's serious. But she is. Fuck, she is. I can see it in the way she's looking at me, eyes wild and hair plastered to her sweaty forehead.

"NOW!" she cries out, breathless but determined, "I WANT YOUR FUCKING COCK NOW!"

"Get ready for her, Gabs," Pete says, letting out a low laugh like this is the best shit ever.

"Fuck yeah," I manage to gasp, my voice rough from the combination of arousal and having Emma's pussy pressed against my face for so long.

Emma lifts her soaking wet cunt off my face, her thighs trembling like a goddamn leaf in a hurricane from all the relentless fuckin' and suckin' she's been getting slammed with this morning. She slides down real slow, gets herself set up to straddle my hard cock all over again. Her eyes are fuckin' wild, pupils blown wide as hell with pure, raw lust. "I need you inside me," she whispers, her voice all thick and husky with wanting. "I need to feel you cum deep inside me, Gabs."

“Fuck..., yes..., babe,” I gasp, sucking in air, trying to recover after her pussy ravaged my face. My mouth’s sore, and my damn face is drenched in her goo. I can barely breathe, and when I do, all I can smell is pussy.

Pete’s like a kid waiting to open presents on Christmas morning, eyes wide and wild with anticipation. “Yeah, babe,” growls Pete. “I want to see you on that cock.”

Pete lets go of my hard cock, leans back, giving Emma the prime real estate, but he stays there between my legs. The look on his face? Pure, unadulterated lust! He's absolutely getting his rocks off watching this, seeing the woman he loves doin’ all this nasty shit with me.

It's like he's been waiting all damn morning for this exact moment, practically drooling to see us fuck. I'm twitching in the heat of it all, every nerve alive and screaming for more.

Like I mean nothin’ to her, Emma grabs a handful of my hair to steady herself, lifts off just enough to turn and look at Pete. Her wet mound, swollen, raw pink, trembling with need, hangs there above my face. Man..., it’s fuckin’ beautiful!

Emma’s hair is all over the place, crazy like her, sticking to her lust-slicked skin. Fuck, the way that slut looks, she’s so goddamn hot, and she knows it. Her sweaty body is moving with her gasping breaths, like she’s still fucking my face. She’s playing it up for Pete, and for me too. And the two of them are working me like I’m their plaything. I can feel my cock pounding in the open air, needy and wet, so fuckin’ close to the edge.

Her voice, like a sassy little bitch, is wired and defiant as fuck. “You want to see it, huh?” she teases, grinning like she’s completely lost her effin’ mind. “You want to watch me fuck him?”

Hell man, this train’s totally goin’ off the rails, and the down-n-dirthy’s about to get cranked up a few notches.