Chapter 19
Cherry
What does the horny toad say?
Rub it.
The soft clink of the buckle on the black leather collar has my sea anemone pulsating around Macon and Braylen’s mating rods.
Jacob looks so fucking turned on as Brad secures the collar around his tan neck and clips the black leather leash to match.
Brad wraps the leash around his hand and leads Jacob over to the bed.
“Drop your pants,” I order him, wanting to see the cage around his anaconda.
I won’t taste it tonight, but hopefully, I can make his peen weep with the need for me tonight so that I can get some tomorrow.
Jacob unbuttons his trousers, dropping them around his ankles, and steps out of them.
He kicks them to the side, and I can’t take my eyes off the metal cage that encases his wiener.
“Do you like it?” Jacob asks, blushing furiously.
He ducks his head, but I can’t miss the dark blush that covers his tanned face.
“I love it. I’ve never seen it before, but it looks like it hurts.” I reach out and stroke my finger over the cool metal.
“It doesn’t, but it’s uncomfortable, like I said before. I can’t get fully hard.” He cups my face gently, not caring about the two men who are stretching my meat flaps as wide as they can go around their pork swords. “Are you enjoying yourself, baby?”
“Mmhmm, but I want you to do something for me now,” I respond, taking the leather leash into my hand and tugging softly until he steps closer.
“What is it?” Jacob asks.
I tilt my head back to Brad, a silent demand for him to move forward.
“I want you to kneel on the bed.”
“Why?”
“Just do it, puppy, and you’ll get a treat,” I say, tugging his leash until he does as he’s told and climbs onto the bed.
The vibrator in Brad’s hand starts up, and the round head starts to shake as he turns up the intensity before pressing it to Jacob’s cage.
“Fuck!” Jacob exclaims, his hips bucking.
“Do you like that puppy?” I ask him just as Braylen hits my G spot.
I collapse forward onto Macon’s chest, sweat clinging to our skin, making us stick together.
“It seems like you forgot what you are tonight whore. Let Brad play with your puppy while we mate you until you can’t even remember your name,” Braylen growls in my ear.
“What are you a fucking extra in Zootopia?” I snark back.
“Whore’s don’t get opinions,” he snarls, his wide hand smacking my juicy globe. “Gonna make this puss so wide, it’ll be like throwing a Baby Ruth down an alleyway.”
I open my mouth to protest, even if I don’t really mean it, when my hair is grasped, and I’m yanked down to Macon, who seals his lips over mine.
His tongue invades my mouth, swirling around mine, and he consumes me like he’s a starving man.
Jacob’s desperate moans sound from next to me, but I can’t look as Macon and Braylen pick up their punishing pace and fuck me until I lose count of the big O’s that make my body shudder from pleasure.
“Are you alive?” Macon asks, stroking my hair away from my sweaty face.
“No. I’ve just died from orgasms.” I groan into his prickly chest, “Do you shave?”
“Yup. It’s part of the process for our competitions.”
“Huh. It’s prickly,” I say, running my finger over the stubble that litters his pecs.
“Fuck. Please stop. I can’t take much more,” Jacob’s voice pleads, gaining my attention.
His face is contorted in pain from the sensations of the vibrator against his caged cock, and he is buckled over in half.
“Do you want to come puppy?” I ask him, pulling myself free from Macon’s peen.
Braylen is nowhere to be seen, and I didn’t even feel him pull out of me, too lost in the pleasure from them filling me with their baby gravy to care.
“Please. I need to,” he begs, his eyes watery.
Pushing Brad’s hand out of the way, I take over the vibrator and push down harder onto his schlong.
“Fuck please, Cherry. I can’t take it anymore.”
I grin as I do it once more. “Take it off.”
“The key is in my pants pocket.”
“Brad, sweetie. Can you get it for me?” I ask him, batting my eyelashes sweetly.
“Anything for you, unicorn,” he mutters, striding to where Jacob’s discarded pants lay in a heap on the floor.
He searches the pants pockets and finds the key quickly, bringing it over to me. He winks, then leaves the room, his white ass shining in the light, and shuts the door.
Macon follows suit, clapping his brother on the shoulder, “Have fun.”
“Do you want this?” I ask him, the key to the cock cage hovering over the keyhole in my hand.
I don’t know why I’m suddenly nervous to fuck him when I’ve had his head between my legs, and he just watched me get plowed between his brother and Braylen.
“I want this, my love. I want whatever you have to offer me.” His brown eyes shine with something I can’t put my finger on.
I unlock the cage, distracting myself from the name he just called me, and straddle his hips.
His tanned hands come up to grab hold of my ass, and he squeezes then spreads them apart.
“You feel so fucking good, and I’ve not even stuck my pork sword inside of you yet,” he mutters, his mouth finding my neck.
He nips and licks his way up my jaw and bites harder on my earlobe, spurring me into action.
He’s still wearing the leash and collar, and I wrap my hand around the leather leash until I cut off his air supply – just enough to make him dizzy with need as I pump his piss stick with my wet heat.
“Are you ready for me, puppy?” I ask him, positioning my hole on the end of his tip but making no move to lower myself yet.
“Please, my love. I need to feel you,” he begs, his hips thrusting upwards in a desperate attempt.
I can’t really blame him, we’ve been fucking for hours, and it’s only now his peen is getting to be fully erect.
His precum has wept all over his cock, and I’m soaked with his brothers and Braylens seed, so when I sink down, there’s no resistance.
He’s thicker than the others, and I feel the stretch even after being filled by two sausages in my bun.
“I can feel you squeezing me. Do you feel how right we feel together? You were made for me, Cherry.” He moans, but I pull the leash tighter, not wanting to hear sweet words right now.
His words cut off with a gasp when I roll my hips, his lack of oxygen enough that I can feel him swelling inside of me.
His hands squeeze my globe so hard that I’m sure I’ll be finding fingerprint marks tomorrow. I feel prodding against my backdoor, and his finger runs through my folds, gathering the mixture of liquids there and using it as lube to push his thick finger into my puckered hole.
“Fuck Jacob. I-”
My words are cut off when another presence comes behind me. Tanned arms circle my midsection and pull me against a chiseled body.
“What do you say, brother? Shall we give sweetness here the perfect twin experience and make her the meat in this sandwich by giving her our meat?” Macon mutters, trailing sloppy kisses over my bare shoulder and up my neck.
Jacob nods his head, “Yeah. Let’s make sure she doesn’t forget us.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to,” I mutter.
“Gonna tongue punch your fart box, baby,” Macon grunts.
Macon presses the mushroom tip against my backdoor, replacing Jacob's finger, and presses into me.
Thankfully, I was lubed up from all the liquids that have been deposited inside of me tonight that have dripped out of me, and he slides in like a fitted glove.
Macon and Jacob push in and out of me in tandem, and I let myself give in to the feeling of both of them filling me like an overstuffed doughnut.
“I’m going to come!” Jacob shouts; his hands grip my hips as he fucks into my hole earnestly.
Macon follows him with a roar, their hot release flowing into me, and we all collapse with exhaustion.