Oral Dimensions

Jacob didn’t wait for permission.

He stepped in first, already breathing hard, and pushed the long head of his cock against David’s new mouth. “Open up. Come on.”

David still tried to turn it into a lecture. “Oral sampling is a reasonable next step if we maintain—mmph—”

Jacob shoved in too fast. Twelve inches of length filled David’s mouth in one eager stroke, the head punching straight into his throat. David gagged hard, eyes flying wide. Jacob only groaned and held him there, hips twitching with pure inexperience.

“Fuck—sorry, it’s just—god it feels good—” He pulled back only to push in again, messy and too deep, making David choke and sputter around him.

Steve watched for a second, then moved in slower. He rubbed the thick, uncut head along David’s cheek, patient. When Jacob finally pulled out to let David breathe, Steve fed his cock in with deliberate control—stretching David’s jaw wide, stopping just short of making him gag, giving him only what he decided to give.

“Easy,” Steve murmured, almost calm. “He’s still got a throat. No point breaking it in the first minute.”

David’s soft hand wrapped around whatever cock wasn’t in his mouth, stroking on autopilot. He tried to surface again, voice ruined and wet. “Controlled—nnngh—insertion. Note the salivary response and—”

Jacob was already pushing back in, careless and eager, fucking his mouth in short, haphazard thrusts that kept catching the back of his throat. Every time David started to form words, Jacob’s cock turned them into choked, slutty sounds. The host body loved it. His tongue worked without permission. Spit ran down his chin.

Steve took his turn with the opposite energy—slow, thick strokes that forced David’s jaw open and held him there, letting him feel every inch of girth. Calculated. Like he already knew exactly how much the new body could take and was choosing to give just under that line.

The borrowed pussy was soaked. David could feel it clenching on nothing, dripping down his thighs. The more they used his mouth, the harder it became to keep the inventor in charge. Miss Saijou’s instincts kept rising—eyes half-lidding, hips rolling, soft needy sounds leaking out between cock-thrusts.

Jacob pulled free with a wet gasp, looking wrecked already. “I wanna try the other end. Right now.”

David’s voice came out small and frayed. “Jacob, wait—sample size is still—”

Jacob spun him around too fast, shoved the soaked dress up, and rubbed his long cock between those slick lips. He pushed in with the same eager carelessness—bottoming out in one stroke that made David’s back arch and a broken moan rip out of him.

Steve stepped in front of him again, calm as ever, and simply slid his thick cock back between David’s open lips while Jacob started fucking him in messy, too-deep thrusts from behind.

David tried one last time to speak—something about methodology—but Jacob’s next careless stroke drove him forward onto Steve’s cock and the words died in a wet, cock-dumb choke.

The man inside the suit was still fighting.

He was just losing ground with every thrust.