Karson helped Sebastian get some of the camera equipment set up to avoid any technical difficulties or mishaps. Quynh made his way toward the curtain, but he glanced back at Abner on his knees waiting in the slut circle. Abner looked back at him and the look in Quynh’s eyes made his body feel tense with anticipation. It was only a moment, but that moment was potent with some kind of promise or hope and then the other man disappeared behind the curtain.

“...You got it? It’s all good now, right? Okay, cool,” Karson checked with Sebastian and then jogged to head back behind the curtain himself. As soon as he did that, one of the Dungeon Hosts lowered the house lights and raised the ambient lights. And the Dungeon safe word appeared on a digital panel to remind everyone what it was: Toadstool.

It stared there like a digital clock, easy to overlook, but a central point in the room, passively enforcing safety at all times.

Michael came out from behind the curtain. He was wearing a faux-tuxedo t-shirt that hugged his stocky, bear-like figure and short shorts showing off his very hairy legs. “Well aren’t you a lucky slut,” he greeted Abner.

“So, what I have for you is my most prized d4 die. You are going to roll it to decide who gets to fuck you next. The die isn’t loaded or anything, so don’t worry about that. And while you’re being fucked, you’re going to hold this little thing in your fist. If you drop it, that is the nonverbal safe word, whoever is fucking you will stop, check in; and if you need to stop, we stop. If you just need some water or your leg is cramping or something like that, we’ll tend to that. Plenty of refreshments, both for during if needed or wanted and for aftercare once we’re all done and everyone has cum, including you, sexy,” Michael said and booped Abner’s nose, which conjured an amused smirk out of him.

“Nod if you understand.”

Abner nodded, smiling in full now. Michael handed him the four-sided die that looked like a tiny blue pyramid with white engraved numbers on each face.

“Roll Initiative,” Michael said.

And there was the sound of someone swooning behind the curtain, “Fuck, I love when he says that.”

Then, some giggling and another person shushing the others to be quiet. Abner shook the die in his fist and then rolled it on the hard Dungeon floor.

“The slut rolled a natural one,” Michael announced.

The curtain opened and Jean-Michel walked out. He was wearing loose-fitting ‘harem pants’ and a simple V-neck t-shirt. His long dreadlocked hair was bound up in some boho-chic, quasi-hipster headwrap. He looked at Abner kneeling with a kind of heat in his eyes, but then glanced at Michael. “He knows not to cum til all of us have done so, right?”

Michael glanced at Abner and tilted his head at him. “You remember that rule, don’t you, slut?”

Abner nodded.

Jean-Michel took a deep breath and nodded also. “I thought we were going to have him roll all at once, so we have the order of things right away and he can just concentrate on holding the fist or dropping the item if he needs us to stop?”

“Oh right,” Michael lightly hit his palm to his forehead, “Silly me, roll three more times, slut.”

Abner rolled a three, then a four, and one again, and looked up at Michael.

“So, Cocksleeve Doll is next, then Double Bear-y Bukkake, and another Mile High ride with sloppy seconds, the only number you didn’t roll, we will slot that one in right before the Climax Cherry Pop. Sounds like quite the treat. Let’s get started, shall we?” Michael said and pressed a panel on the wall and a very kinky-looking bed rose from the floor. It had a sturdy bedpost that had all sorts of straps, ropes, chains, and other bondage accessories tied to it for the bottom’s pleasure and the top’s convenience.

Sucking in a breath, Jean-Michel motioned with his head, “Get on the bed,” he instructed. Abner got up without using his hands, moved to the bed, sitting awkwardly wincing at the feel of the plug still in his ass. Jean-Michel approached him.

“Lie back, I think you’re plenty open, we can take that plug out and get you completely naked.”

Moving to lie on his back in the middle of the bed, Abner awkwardly didn’t know what to do with his hands. he dimly saw Sebastian off to the side, watching, filming all of this. He’d almost forgotten about the fact that he was going to be filmed. Jean-Michel reached to turn his head to look at him, and Abner gasped softly.

“S-Sorry, he mumbled.

Jean-Michel tilted his head. “For what?”

“I... nothing, I guess, habit.”

“Are you having second thoughts about this?”

“Not at all.”

Jean-Michel smiled. “Good.”

And then he started to roll the jockstrap underwear free of Abner’s body, his half-hard cock was drooling against his abdomen and had his foreskin still wrapped around the head, like a budding flower yet to bloom, merely peeking and dripping fluid. The sight of it made Jean-Michel suck in a breath again. Setting the underwear aside, he then lifted Abner’s legs and gently pulled the plug free of his body. Abner groaned and whined at the loss of fullness.

And then moaned louder when Jean-Michel leaned down to suck the head of his cock. Jean-Michel sucked that phallic flower til he felt it bloom fully hard in his mouth, and moaned as he let it slide out and it stood free and proud away from Abner’s body.

“That’s better,” he praised and slapped Abner’s own cock against his abdomen, by pulling it back and letting it thwap against his body like a spring before standing proud and tall again.

Jean-Michel glanced around, then saw a kind of fishbowl around the bottom bed post, which contained a bottle or two of lube and lots of condoms. He reached down between Abner’s legs to finger his puckering asshole.

“Mm, you can stand to be a little wetter, as I make you wider,” he said, taking the bottle of lube out, setting it on the bed. He lowered his own pants so his own cock could spring free. His length was deceptive as his cock curled upward, and was only centimeters from being nestled in his own navel.

Abner swore under his breath, staring at it. Jean-Michel popped open the top of the lube bottle and poured some in his palm. He closed the lid and set the bottle back in the fishbowl, rubbing the lube up and down his own shaft with a groan. Before looking at Abner, and pulling his hips toward where he stood at the foot of the bed, and angled his curved dick into Abner’s ass nice and slow, exhaling a shaky breath once he was fully sheathed. Abner swore under his breath, eyes lost behind fluttering lashes, toes curling, and his open hand grabbing the sheets.

“You alright?”

“Fuck yes.”

Jean-Michel chuckled, “Good.”

And he started a slow but powerful thrust into Abner, warming him up to pleasure. It wasn’t long before Karson and Delphina, the cocksleeve dolls, joined the party. Karson opened his pants and put his cock in Abner’s mouth, and Delphina angled her wet pussy onto Abner’s cock. And the three of them just used the slut for their own pleasure for a while then Michael and Lourdes joined the party.

Michael was a bear of a man, but he was also very much trans, no bottom surgery, just a fat protruding t-dick and a bonus hole. His whole body was covered in his body hair from his chest to his toe knuckles. He’d stripped naked and was rubbing himself off as he approached the bed. He got up to kneel near Abner’s head, next to Karson and turned the other man’s head toward him and began kissing him.

Lourdes was hairy too, but she had a small girlcock between her legs, she had her long dark hair covering her tits, as it was long enough to fall in curly bouncy spirals down to her ass. She got on the final side of Abner’s head so he was surrounded, with Karson’s cock in his mouth, and Michael and Lourdes jerking off around him, looking at his face, and his body, as they did so.

Delphina was starting to make pouty noises that said she was close to cumming, and it was enough to make Karson near the edge too. “Fuck Delphina, if you cum, I’m going to follow you…”

Abner moaned sharply as his mouth watered with the thought of Karson’s large load pouring down his throat. Of all the men he’d ever fucked in his entire life, no one had a load as large as Karson’s. And Abner has been around the block a time or two, that was really saying something.

Jean-Michel was starting to pick up speed, throwing his head back and swearing in French, his breath getting heavier as he fucked Abner harder and harder, and Michael wound Abner’s blonde hair in his fist, “Remember slut, not one drop, not even a toe off that edge til you make the whole polycule cum first.”

Brown eyes rolled up to look at Michael upside down, Karson’s dick still in his mouth as he held Michael’s gaze. Michael who started rubbing Abner’s hair against his clit - getting his juices all over him, that he started to squirt all over Abner’s face with a yelp that twisted into a groan of an orgasm that took someone by surprise.

“Ahh... I couldn’t hold that one back, but uhm, I got more in me, don’t worry. Let me just mop this up. So I can kiss Karson’s load out of your mouth. Look how close he is...”

Abner raised his eyes to the person whose dick was thrusting in his mouth. Karson was rubbing his nipples and his head was kind of flopped to the side like a doll as his hips thrust into Abner’s mouth of their own accord. His eyes kind of glazed over with each thrust and he grunted a garbled broken moan of a sound and thrust hard into Abner’s mouth til his cum splashed against his uvula, and Abner felt a sharp pain - it was hard to breathe and before he could drop the die, Karson pulled out and Abner started coughing and laughing.

“Did you swallow it all?” Michael asked. Abner, gasping, nodded. “Not. My. First Orgy, Michael,” he rasped. And Michael leaned down to kiss Abner’s cum sticky face right as Jean-Michel started cumming in Abner’s ass. One dark arm wrapped around Delphina as he trembled, the other hand gripping Abner’s hip

Delphina giggled and then moaned, leaning back against the top of Jean-Michel’s head, grinding on Abner’s cock vs bouncing like she was doing before. Incoherent French sounding mutterings from Jean-Michel as he thrust again, and again, cumming a second time, growling and whimpering.

“Fuck he needed to cum, can you hear him crying?” Delphina whispered and ran her fingers over his arm as he still held her tight, burying his face into her back, for one more thrust as the aftershock shivered out of him. His breathing was not regulated at all. And Abner broke the kiss at the sound of heels click clacking toward him.

“Sup, slugger, room for one more?” Mercedes quipped, grinning in her rainbow suspenders and jock strap underwear. Her nipples covered by the suspender straps, her normally short butch haircut was curled and gelled down like some sort of noir-era starlet. “You look so in your element on your back as a sticky mess like this you know that, right?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Mercedes grinned. “I’ll wait til I can flip you over, like a pancake, before I fill you with my baby batter. I want you on your knees.”

“I got his hair nice and slick for you, love,” Michael said.

Mercedes grinned at him, gave him a wink and clicked her tongue. “Good lookin’ out, gotta have my reins when I ride, don’t I, stallion?”

She dropped her gaze to Abner and the dark dominance in her eyes made Abner clench his fist and nod.

“Y-Yes,” Abner whimpered and his face grimaced as he felt Delphina’s cunt clench around his cock, as she came hard and fast, her body flopping in Jean-Michel’s arms as her hips just rode that cock, like it was draining it dry.

Abner was good. He gritted his teeth and his fist and held on, even as she came a second and third time, giggling deliriously as Jean-Michel murmured dirty things in her ear, and played with her nipples. Her giggles tapered to needy pout noises, and she ripped the stocking hose she still had on and jerked her girlcock til she spit cum across Abner’s abdomen and chest. Rivers of her doll milk followed the folds and valleys of Abner’s body and puddled as she kept jerking more out, her floppy head making the signature doll sound ‘Awaawawaw’, and her eyes kept rolling til she pouted again, leaning back against Jean-Michel.

“Want me to lift you up and set you down next to him?” he asked her.

“Awawawawa,” she flop-nodded, and Jean-Michel slowly pulled her free of Abner’s still hard cock, and lay her next to him on the bed, she curled next to him and began licking up her mess, licking the cum clean from his body, and making ‘nom nom nom’ puppy noises. Abner writhed at the way her nibbles worked him up more as if trying to get him to taper over the edge.

“Look at how good he’s being. Fuck we married well didn’t we? Look at that stamina, that endurance, “ Mercedes praised him fondly.

“The stuff of legend," Graziano added more praise as he joined the party. Abner’s cock dripped a bead of precum hearing Graziano’s voice. And gritted his teeth, swearing in any language in his head that wasn’t English at the sight of him.

Graziano was naked, his hair slicked back, and he smirked. He had a farm boy’s build, very tanned and fit, with muscles and curves in the right places. Jean-Michel had wandered off to get a bottle of water and downed half of it; the other half he handed the bottle to Graziano who poured the water over his head as he shook it, like some sort of porn star.

Abner looked up at Lourdes, who was quietly stroking herself, staring at his reactions the whole time. She was sweaty, musky, as she stroked and rubbed herself. Her face was shiny with sweat that had her curls wilting and framing her face like tangled lace, making her look exhausted.

“That’s it, keep looking at me. Keep looking at me… just me… right now just look at my eyes… look at me,” she panted, until her load spat in Abner’s face, a line of clear fluid across his mouth and cheek. She doubled over, wheezing hard, her fist tight around her girlcock, pulling at it with slow, tight strokes. Her mouth open in a silent scream as she doubled over, her hair swishing around and against Abner’s head. Her girlcock rubbed its drooling head against his nose, against his cheek, and glossed his lips.

A ragged sound as her body shook and she turned to lie next to him on the bed too, laying her head back toward the bedpost, she turned toward the camera that Sebastian had aimed over all of them and smiled, with a weak chuckle.

“How are you doing, handsome? Is that edge too sharp, or are you good to continue?” Michael asked, checking in on Abner, as Delphina was sucking on his nipple curled up against him like she was nursing herself to sleep. Abner tried to distract his mind from how amazing her mouth felt on his nipple and how it physically hurt that the other nipple wasn’t being sucked with the same force.

“Yeah… I’m … I’m okay...”

Graziano had wandered over to where Jean-Michel was between Abner’s legs. “Good, I want a ride now,” he said, and reached into the fish bowl to take out the lubricant again. He oozed some and slathered it on Abner’s dick, which had the bottom swooning his head and whining at how good it felt and how much he wanted to cum. Graziano smirked and glanced at Mercedes, “Ready, Bella?” he asked. And Mercedes went over to stand next to Graziano and the two of them kissed on the lips, and the whole room went quiet. And just watched them until Mercedes grinned. “Help me flip him over?”

“Si, of course.” Graziano turned to Abner and made a twirling motion with his finger. “Present the tail end, Bella, you are going to thrust into me, while she thrusts into you.”

Abner’s eyes went wide but he started to roll over when he realized a certain doll was still gnawing on his nipple. “‘Phina, I need my nipple back, want to suck on the other one once I get rolled over.?”

She opened her eyes. “Yeahhh,” she drawled happily, very much in Doll space. And Little space.

“You good to continue, little one?”

“Two plus two is four.”

“Good girl,” Abner praised and moved to kiss her briefly and made a bridge for Delphina to wiggle and crawl under him to get to the other side to suck on his other nipple from underneath. Graziano moved to lay on his back under Abner and held Graziano’s gaze as he angled his lube-slathered cock into his tight, warm ass.

“To the hilt, Bella, I can take it, you know how deep I am -- ah! Good slut, good fucking slut … Mercy of Christ...!” He exclaimed as he arched his back. And then once Lourdes and Delphina got shuffled and situated so that Lourdes was ‘making biscuits with her toes and feet along Delphina’s body as the doll turned to suck on Abner’s other nipple. - but given the way he had turned around - it was the same nipple she was sucking earlier and the sensitivity spiked from her sucking that Abner cried out, swearing sharply. “All good, just didn’t … take into account the mirror e-effect. Same nipple, same nipple, oh … fuck!

“You want her to stop?” Lourdes asked and then looked to Michael, who moved to get something like a towel or band-aid that would cover up the nipple so it could recover from the attention.

Abner was quiet for a moment, unable to find words, but Jean-Michel noticed that the hand with the die was not really fisted, but a palm holding, hiding the die under it.

He stepped forward.

“Delphina, stop sucking his nipple, darling. Come over here, suck on mine,” he said and Delphina stopped and got up from the bed and went over to where Jean-Michel was sitting on the other side of the bed where Michael just was. Jean-Michel glanced at Abner, who nodded his gratitude and closed his fist around the die again.

“Here, I got some cover up, so that that area won’t get agitated again. May I ?”

Abner nodded, still holding himself over Graziano, his dick, balls deep in the other man, his ex husband, first husband and now current … metamour? It was a weirdness that Abner tried not to think about too much. “Ah! Careful,” Abner hissed as Michael covered up the sore and sensitive nipple. “There you go. Everyone mind the slut’s nipple and don’t make it worse alright?”

There were assorted moans of assent, and Michael moved in to kiss Abner on the lips. It lingered in a way that said Michael was getting hard again. “I can still taste myself on you,” he grinned smugly.

Abner whimpered. “You should ride my face after this, so I am properly covered in you."

Michael growled. “You got it."

Graziano clenched his hole around Abner’s dick, “Remember me?” He flirted once Abner sucked in a breath and turned sharply to look down at the man beneath him. His dick was small and mostly soft, as his legs were open, his hand was rubbing his ballsac, Abner remembered how much he liked to play with that part of his body. “You want a few thrusts before Mercedes takes you like the mount you are?”

Adjusting atop Graziano, Abner started thrusting, Graziano’s legs wrapped around Abner’s body. There was the weight on the bed changing as he felt Mercedes behind him. He heard the sound of her straps being moved, and then the head of her cock in his hole, sliding in slick and warm.

Thick. Mercedes was thick, almost like an equine was thick but she was very much just a human trans woman, butch and genderqueer. She sank into Abner’s hole with a sigh. “Like a glove. Mmm.“

Graziano’s toes were flirting with Mercedes’ lips, and she sucked on each one and Graziano squealed a noise in a falsetto range that had him wiggly and Abner tried to turn and look at what was going on. “Look at me. I want to watch your face when she --”

“AH!!” Abner gasped, his fist tightened, and he stopped thrusting because he didn’t have to any more with the powerful thrusts from Mercedes moving his body into Graziano’s. His eyes rolling in his head.

“Can’t cum, Slut, be good now,” Mercedes warned and then wound her hand in his long hair and pulled at the same time she pushed him down so that his face planted into Graziano’s chest, screaming into his skin as Mercedes thrust hard and fast riding him like he was bitch in heat and she needed to fuck him to satisfaction or he’d die. “That’s it, who's a good whore? Sing for me, dearest. Who. Is. A. Good. Whore?” Mercedes demanded with each thrust, punctuating her words.

“I am!!! Fuuuck! I’m a good whore! I’m a good fucking whore!” Abner whined as he turned his head so that she could hear his voice. “Ohhh, my gods, I need to cum… why can’t I cum??” He wailed.

“Not yet, stallion, show me that endurance, show me that stamina. C’mon, you can do it.”

Mercedes kept at him, she found his spot and she was hitting it over and over and over and over again and Abner felt like he was going out of his fucking mind. He kept his fist tight, though. He didn’t want to give in. He could do this. He could be good. It felt sooo good, but he was going to be better … more good than it felt. He grit his teeth, “Fuuuuck meeee… fuuuckfuck …myyy asssss Mrrrrrrghhhhhh,” he grit his teeth and felt his body just get thrust into Graziano over and over, almost as if he was being used so that the two of them could fuck each other through him.

Next to him, was Delphina and Jean-Michel, and his breathing was picking up again as Delphina sucked on his nipple and he swore barely in warning before he was jerking his dick and cumming again, as Delphina bit his nipple hard.

“Ohh! Mon Dieu … Fuuu--”

Jean-Michel's sounds tapered off to just heavy breathing as his fist jerked himself off and the cum oozed out of his dick all over his hand. Lourdes made a whimper noise that said she was cumming again too.

Karson came over to lick the cum from Jean-Michel’s softening dick and his trembling fist. He slurped and sucked and licked him clean and then moved to kiss Abner so that he could taste the fresh load on his mouth. As the two men were kissing, Graziano watched and it was enough that he just silently started cumming. If Abner wasn’t familiar with the way Graziano’s body reacted when he came he may have missed it, but he knew very well what that body felt like in the middle of the orgasm but it still caught him off guard that he bit Karson’s tongue and the kiss broke as Karson bucked against the bed and shot another load against Abner’s legs.

Graziano was frowning, eyes shut tight as his body scrunched against the bed, Abner bent low to kiss at the other man’s throat, kissing him and then biting down to give him a hickey and Graziano whimpered a vulnerable noise. “Mark me, please? Mark me, I need your bite on me, missed them please .. fuu… ck… my god, my god, ah --”

And then Mercedes was letting go of his hair, and putting both hands on Abner’s hips and fucking him harder, which in tern made him bite Graziano harder, and Karson was jerking harder watching that power thrust,

“Vaughn, get your sexy ass out here now!"

“Someone call for more heat?” Vaughn asked in a cheery, flirtatious voice. He walked over to Karson and started making out with him. He could taste Jean-Michel and Abner from that mouth, and it disarmed any perkiness he’d swaggered in there with til it became a primal passion that he kissed Karson’s brain cells out of his head with.

Delphina could clock when the doll spot was switched in Karson’s head by the way his body kind of stopped reacting, and Vaughn had to hold him up. Breaking the kiss to look at Karson. “Give me a color, sunshine.”

“Seven?"

“Try one more time. What color are my eyes?”

Karson was dissociated enough that it was hard to keep his eyes open. Flashbacks were trying to fight their way to the front of his mind, but he looked at Vaughn’s face and blinked. “Blue.”

“Good. What color is my hair?”

“Auburn.”

“What color are Abner’s eyes?”

“Bourbon brown.”

“You good to stay in, or you want to tag out and I take your spot?”

“ I .. want .. you… f…want…”

“Come with me, mon cher. It’s alright.. Come with me,” Jean-Michel said, and gently put an arm around Karson’s shoulders and guided him away.

“I wasn’t finished,” Karson pouted.

“I know, we’ll get some water and then you can go back in. Okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Vaughn stared worriedly after Karson. That it took a minute for the man to switch gears and focus back to the orgy. He wanted to go and see after Karson, but he trusted Jean-Michel. Turning back to those still on the bed. He sat down next to Delphina, where Jean-Michel was sitting.

“Now, where were we?” He grinned.

Mercedes ran a hand along Abner’s back. “Show me a fist so I know if I can keep going, slut.”

Abner balanced on his other hand and showed Mercedes the fist that held the die in it. He half turned to look back at her. “Can we switch positions, though? I … my arms hurt like this.”

“Been a while since you've been on top that long, hasn’t it?”

Abner chuckled but nodded. “Guess so.”

Graziano groaned. “I think another old flame of yours needs a turn anyway” he looked up toward Vaughn, “You want some Abner cock in your hole to fill your hungry, hungry soul?”

Vaughn chuckled. “I won’t say no to a bite or three,” he joked.

Delphina moaned sleepily curling up next to Vaughn as if he were some warm blanket and she wanted to swaddle in it. He glanced at her and smiled fondly. “Hey, good girl, can I have my arm?”

“No. Mine,” Delphina pouted and cuddled it.

“Awww. But I want to stroke Abner’s cock with it. Can I give it back to you to snuggle after I’ve done that at least?”

She opened one eye and looked up at him. “Humpf, okay. For Abner cock, you can have it back,” she acquiesced.

“Thank you.” Vaughn leaned down to kiss the top of her forehead and she giggled. Graziano writhed in a way that made Abner gasp, and then move to pull out so that Graziano could move, he slid up and moved his legs to the side, but moving up to capture a kiss on Abner’s lips right as Vaughn stroked the man’s cock. Mercedes was still in his ass. And suddenly Abner’s mind was clouded with the pressure of needing to cum NOW. The demand just was so sudden, that he whined and broke the kiss. “Ah! … Pl… please,.. I … need … I need to cum. Or pause s-sh… shit… I … ahh~”

Mercedes pulled out slowly. And he fell forward, his forehead resting on Delphina’s ass, she squealed a ‘Oooh’ and petted his head, giggling. “We should let him cum, bring out the cherry!” she cheered.

“You ready for dessert, slut?”

Abner groaned. He didn't want to be, but he really, really, needed to cum. His body felt tripwire, and tired, that even the lazy stroke from Vaughn was almost too much. He swatted his hand away. And frowned, laying against the ass he was laying on. “I want to cum. But I …didn’t make everyone else cum yet, did I?”

“Just me and Mercedes left, but you did make the others cum at least twice, some more than twice,” Vaughn answered. Then tilted his head at the other man, moving the blonde hair out of his face. “You say dessert, then it's dessert time. Even if you want to just cum now, and have dessert later, that is also an option too. This is about pleasure, and being together, more than anything else. You know that, right?”

Abner nodded. His face crumbled, “I need to cum, I want to cum and then just lay here and … be surrounded by everyone. I am just …worried that Quynh will be offended?”

“Want me to go bring him out so you can let him know?” Michael asked. Vaughn glanced at the other man and then back to Abner.

The blonde nodded, as he moved to roll to his back, his dick was painfully hard but softening a bit from all the somber talk. He glanced at Sebastian, holding the camera aimed at him. He exhaled a slow, tired sigh, but went tense immediately when Michael and Quynh entered the space.

“Are you alright?” Quynh asked, his brow knit with concern.

“I may not last much longer., Abner confessed, making sure he was looking in his direction so that his lips were visible to Quynh. “I didn’t want you to be left out completely, but I’m starting to hurt from holding the edge for this long, and I … want you to receive my load. I promised you that much, it's … just not going to take much.”

Quynh nodded, then moved to sit down on the bed and ran a hand along Abner’s leg. “I guess it is good that I am good with my mouth, and love to swallow.”

Abner exhaled a laugh that started as a groan. “Yeah. might want to … go ahead and … OH!”

Quynh didn’t waste much time, he bent over and took that cock in his mouth, And Abner bucked into it, fucking his mouth unable to help himself. Vaughn was getting turned on watching his lover thrash on the bed, and Delphina moved out of the way so that Vaughn could get closer, jerking his very, very, well hung cock over Abner’s head. Graziano and Lourdes moved out of the way so that Mercedes could do the same.

Michael somehow moved over and onto Abner’s mouth and lowered his bear cunt to capture those groans and that scream and Abner relaxed instantly, having at least one hole full, and knowing he didn’t have to hold back his orgasm now, when he felt it he could let it through, he ate out that cunt, in time to the sound of Mercedes’ and Vaughn’s stroking.

Abner’s hips rose a bit higher off the mattress, one leg wrapped around Quynh’s head, or tried to, but the other man pushed it down, pinning Abner’s legs open like a butterfly. The way he was sucking steadily and slowly had Michael groaning seconds later as Abner sucked his t-dick like a straw, sucking every drop of orgasm and cum out of him.

Michael shivered and yelped a kind of howl sound that brought Mercedes who came hard enough to get jizz on Vaughn’s cheek, and across his chest. Vaughn chuckled, “Nice shot…. Wanna see if I can get you back?” He teased.

Mercedes puckered her lips and smooshed her tits together, making flirty poses and playing with her nipples and then biting her lip and Vaughn lost it, a deep groan as his head tilted back, shooting his load that drooled onto Abner’s shoulder but a few drops shot out onto Mercedes’s tummy, near her navel.

Quynh shoved a hand down his own pants, as he sucked Abner stronger and faster now. Delphina moved to suck Quynh’s dick, and he passively consented by not stopping her and sucked harder on Abner, who opened his eyes to slits, to see the bobbing head and Vaughn’s big dick poking his cheek as it slowly twitched in aftershocks or the start of a second orgasm.

Mercedes leaned down to kiss Michael’s cum from Abner’s face. And within seconds, Abner was gone. Cumming hard and strong down Quynh’s throat who was cumming down Delphina’s throat who was dripping cum on the floor from between her own legs.

Karson returned to the sight of Sebastian capturing Abner’s jizz face on camera, and everyone cumming along with him, Vaughn turned to see Karson and held out a hand, beckoning him. And Karson, wearing one of Jean-Michel’s shirts, came over to him and the two of them kissed, as Abner gasped, trying to catch his breath, from the biggest orgasm in his life.

“Happy fucking Valentine’s day,” he wheezed with a satisfied smile.

The polycule said ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ back to him in unison. Jean-Michel returned and pressed a kiss on Karson’s shoulder while looking over at Abner, all sticky and naked on the bed.

“So, thoughts on this being an annual Valentine’s Day tradition? All in favor?

Everyone voted ‘aye’ in favor of it. And Jean-Michel grinned. “Motion carried, and approved. We now have a new Solheim Constellation Holiday Tradition."

“YAAY!” Everyone cheered in various levels of energy and enthusiasm.

“Next year, can I be on the bottom?” Delphina asked.

“That depends, can you be a good girl and wait to cum til you make everyone else cum first?” Karson asked.

“Yeah! I .. I think so?”

“You know what, I challenge you to make everyone cum twice before you cum,” Vaughn teased.

Delphina looked at him, puffed up her flat chest and smirked. “Challenge accepted!”