A Bitter release

He could hear Jillian’s muffled exhales, thin, and ****, and trapped behind a mouthful of cock, before she began properly sucking again.

Dante was moaning softly, but the sound was mostly swallowed up by the sloppy noises rising between them, a spit-heavy, rhythmic suction that was half a gag and half a swallow, drawn out and repeated as Jillian bobbed her head in his lap.

Slowly, Noah began to thrust again. Everything felt more sensitive. The pressure stretched further and deeper, folding in on itself with each stroke.

Noah could feel he was getting close. The texture was maddening. He swore he could feel soft bits brushed against his skin, half-melting as they dragged along his length, smearing a faint grainy wetness against his cock. Each time he moved, new pockets of warmth squeezed around him.

Her asshole was clinging to him, the silky warmth lapping at the sensitive edges of his cock. He wanted more, but it was too much. All too much. He slammed pelvis against her ass, the **** rippling her cheeks, and forcing her down on Dante’s cock, Jillian made a muffed retching noise, and Dante moaned louder. Noah held himself there sinking into the gooey warmth, that seemed squish around his cock, thick, slick, and syrupy, like her ass was giving him a slow, sticky hand job.

His nerves were overloaded, warmth and static traveled down his limbs, and pressure surged from the base of his spine as Noah began to groan with the strain. The first spurt gushed out, so thick he could feel it leaving his cock.

He braced his hands on Jillian’s hips. His fingers dug into her flesh, grounding him as the world around him flickered. His cock twitched, and weaker spurts flooded the condom. His hips moved on instinct, in jerky, persistent thrusts.

Jillian seemed to tense up beneath him, a tight coil that unreeled as she stuttered and gasped.

His heart was pounding as the last tremor faded.

He slid back, and his cock slipped free with sharp sounding pop, the sound louder than expected. Jillian swung her head back, mewing a wordless. His hands were still spreading her cheeks apart. The pink little ring was agape, slightly puffy, wet, and clenching around empty air, before a pale bubble rose to the surface.

Noah’s breath was caught in his throat.

Yellowish-tinted cream oozed out, thick and slow, like custard dotted with tiny chocolate chips.

Noah looked down at his bare, glistening cock and his heart sank. The condom he worked so hard to find, was in shreds, clinging to the base of his cock. He stared in stunned disbelief as more tinted cum oozed and bubbled over the rim of her asshole before running down her rosy pussy lips in heavy globs.

Noah’s temples pounded. He backed up instinctively, but his feet tangled in his discarded jeans, and he stumbled. Her heavy cheeks slapped together. He collapsed beside her on the rumpled sheets, breath heaving. He let his gaze settle on Jillian’s bent form—her shoulders rising and falling, hair still draped around her face.

He blinked hard, then stared at her perfect ass, glistening with sweat, and half-dried streaks lube and the glowing reddened hand prints he had left there when he had spread her apart. His brain still couldn’t quite catch up with what had happened.

Jillian rolled off Dante’s lap and slumped back against the pillows, sweat-slick and glowing, her eyes half-lidded. Dante slid off the edge of the bed and stood up right on his feet.

He felt queasy, and panic crept into the edges of his thoughts. He had fucked her raw. His bare cock stirring up a genetic stew of cum from who knows how many others.

His hands were shaking now, his chest tight, and he cursed under his breath.

Post-nut clarity struck Noah like a rogue wave on the shoreline, sudden and overwhelming. He wasn't prepared for it, but it was already too late; he was drifting out to sea, untethered and without a life jacket.

The look on Jillian’s face was just as telling. It was obvious now, she hadn't even realized who she was fucking while she sucking Dante’s dick. It didn't matter now. The weight of everything leading up to this point seemed to crash down on top of her.

Dante, oblivious to the tension, gathered up a fistful of Jillian’s dark hair, guiding his hard, reddened, spit-drenched cock lengthwise against her lips. Now that she realized Noah was there, she was off her game. She stiffened up, her eyes welling up with tears, but she didn't stop. Her lips parted, her tongue slipping out slightly, giving Dante wet surface drove his cock back and forth.

Dante weighed his cock down with his thumb, sinking the lower half of length against her mouth. He still didn’t notice the panicked look on her face. His head swung back, and he groaned, his thrusts becoming more spastic.

Noah, could see the precum oozing from the tip of his dick, dripping down the corner of Jillian’s mouth. Dante leaned forward, until balls bouncing off the side of Jillian’s face, as he began chasing the orgasm. Finally, he let out a low groan, his body shuddering as a heavy spurt left his cock sailing clear across the bed.

Jillian whimpered, making a half-hearted attempt to take him into her mouth, but it was too late. A few more spurts shot out, splattering against the sheets. Dante lurched over, breathing heavily between exhales of sparse laughter. The room was dead silent once Dante straightened himself up.

Jillian stared up at the ceiling, blinking away tears while fresh cum dribbling down the side of her face.