In My Mouth

“Fuck, this fucking fag is so fucking good at this,” Sir groans in pleasure, as their cocks pulse in desperate need, as he looks down at me. “Open your mouth, faggot, we're gonna give you the privilege of being fed some fresh cream, now, you slut!”

My mouth opens in mindless obedience, staring up at my little brother and little sister as each strokes themselves fast and hard, directly before my face. My eyes flutter up at them as I wait, listening to the wet, rhythmic slap of their movements.

They ease closer, just a half-step, so they can both shoot straight into my mouth. I keep my eyes on theirs, flicking betwixt the two of them. The first thick ropes of their seed pump out, crossing as they stripe an X across my soft, waiting tongue.

The rich, creamy flavour drowns my tongue as they aim well. I wait, instinctively, swallowing when my mouth is full of it. Four times in all, I swallow, before their pulsations subside. I watch as they stroke themselves slowly, milking themselves.

“Lick it up, faggot,” Miss orders, “Lick the last drops of our milk straight from the source.” I lean forward mindlessly and extend my tongue. I flex my tongue wide as I stroke up her length to the crown, pressing firmly to take the last from her.

I lean to the side, touching as much of my tongue as possible to Sir, stroking upwards just the same. As with his twin, my tongue grinds firmly in to get every last drop from him. Both of them smile down at me, a look of satiation on their faces.

“Fuck, this is going to be an awesome week!” Miss purrs in pleasure at the sight of me, before they dry themselves off in my hair. “Put our cocks away now, faggot.” I quickly lift my hands, tucking her cock back into her underclothes, neatly.

I press my palm against her, compressing her meat as I use my other hand to draw the zipper up, protecting her from the metal teeth. Once she's zipped, I button her, then turn my attention to her twin, gently pulling his underclothes back up.

As with her, I press my palm against the swell of his cock, to protect him from metal teeth, too, as I zip him up, and, then, gently slide the button through the hole. The twins smile down at me, an earnest and delighted smile, as they nod to me.

“Good faggot,” Sir says, before looking to his twin, then back to me, “You've satiated our needs fully. It is time for you to be woken up. Juno, why don't you do the honours?”

“You sure you don't mind?” Miss asks, and Sir shakes his head.

“I'm sure. If Amy ever puts him under like this, again,” Sir replies, “Then it'll be my turn. If she doesn't ... well, I'm sure I can find an excuse to kick him, anyway, if I feel like it.” Miss grins at him and nods.

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Here the story converges with Juno waking me up in Chapter 9: Yes.