FFF - Take the

The peer pressure in the air is so thick that you’re **** on it.

You take the inhaler. The longer you spend thinking about it, the less convincing your performance will be. You take a hit and try to look casual about it.

“Whoa! Let’s sit you down,” Labrat says as you immediately wobble on your feet. She catches you under the arms and helps you fall into a battered, old, brown armchair.

The room swims in front of you. You feel warm.

There appear to be two of Fury as you blink your eyes several times. She’s walking over to watch, looking curious. At least you might have helped make her less suspicious. Now, if only you knew what was going on with this chem.

“Oh my,” Labrat says, putting her hands on her cheeks.

They’re staring at you, but not at your face. The tent in your suit is huge. You dizzily look down at it as the warmth inside you turns to pleasure. It spreads through your whole body.

“She took that a little hot,” Fury remarks. Her voice sounds distant and it echoes. Everything is soft and tinged by pink. You feel safe and calm. If zero is normal and ten is an orgasm, you are hovering at a six. It’s amazing.

“Ohh…” you sigh woozily.

Cherry snorts. “She’s a lightweight.”

“No. She’s just used to a less pure hit,” Labrat says, sounding very knowledgeable. She frowns. “But you’d almost think she has no tolerance.”

Cherry smirks and lifts a foot, placing it gently on your bulge. “Maybe it’s different for her because she has one of these.”

Even that light touch is too much.

“Oh!” The sound comes out quietly and the pleasure in your body intensifies. You shudder, and a dark stain spreads across the crotch of your jumpsuit.

“Oh, Jane, you’re making a mess,” Cherry is saying. Her voice fades in and out as you fly away to the moon, then fall back in a gentle, rhythmic way that threatens to put you into a blissful sleep.

Cherry’s small hands unzip your suit and free your cock.

Fury’s eyebrows rise and underneath the dirt on Labrat’s cheeks, a bit of red is visible. Cherry licks her lips and gazes down at your cock hungrily.

The **** sends another wave from the tips of your toes right up through your head.

Your cock throbs and gently spurts a little more cum onto your belly.

“Seems…” Labrat trails off nervously.

“Wasteful?” Fury says, looking uncertain.

“Fuck it,” Cherry says. She yanks aside the crotch of her panties and climbs into your lap, impaling herself on your cock. Your head moves limply with her urgent thrusts. Your arms stay on the arms of the chair as she rides you like a dildo sewn onto a pillow. Her hot breath tickles your face like a glittery breeze from another dimension. When she cums, gripping your shoulders hard, you gush inside her like a burst pipe.

“Uhhng,” she groans, then pants in your face, wiping a little drool from her mouth and remembering that Labrat and Fury are standing right there. With another groan, she climbs off you. White cum rolls down her thighs and dribbles to the floor.

Fury is staring at her with a slightly annoying look.

Labrat’s eyes are glued to your sticky, throbbing, still-hard cock.

Cherry scowls at Fury and gives Labrat a push. “Go on. She doesn’t give a fuck.”

Labrat doesn’t protest. Her long, thin fingers shake as she unzips her jumpsuit and wiggles out of it, glancing self-consciously at Fury. Fury folds her arms and assumes the expression of one enjoying the show.

Labrat is just as tight as Cherry, but not as aggressive. That doesn’t bother you. Her bony chest and flat tits crowd your face as she hunches toward you, rocking her hips. You can’t judge time in this state, but it doesn’t seem to take Labrat very long. She lets out a whimper. With tears shining on her face, she collapses on you.

Cherry smirks as she watches the base of your cock throbbing, pumping even more cream into the skinny chem-maker.

“Vault Girl needs to stay hydrated,” she remarks.

“A glass of water is the least we can do,” Fury agrees. “OK, that’s enough.” She steps forward and gives Labrat a sharp smack on her narrow ass that startles her awake.

“Sorry,” Labrat says, climbing off you to stand on wobbly legs. The room is upside down. It looks like the semen leaking out of Labrat is climbing to the ceiling. Then Fury blocks your view. She turns her back, a belt clinks, and she wiggles down her tight, leather pants to reveal a pale, freckled ass. With her back to you, she guides your cock inside her and sits in your lap. Her shaved head bumps into your face several times as she fucks you firmly and quickly.

“Maybe we should keep her,” she suggests breathlessly, still thrusting. “Put a bullet in Murphy’s girls and just put her in the cell. At least this Vault Girl is good for something.”

“That’s no way to treat a guest,” Cherry says.

“She doesn’t mind. Do you, Vault Girl?” Fury leans over and looks over her shoulder at your blissful face. You reply by filling her pussy with cum, but she keeps riding until she reaches her own orgasm. As her walls clamp on you, her fingers dig into your thighs.

She recovers quickly and hops off you, yanking her pants up.

“I needed that,” she says, flushed and content. “Thanks, Vault Girl.”

The three of them stare down at you. You’re still hard.

“Should we tell everyone else?” Labrat asks hesitantly after a moment.

“Why not? She’s enjoying herself,” Cherry says, watching the fat glob of cum growing at the tip of your cock grow, then start to roll down the shaft.

You… might have enough willpower to speak.

Object?

Or let them do what they want?