In My Mouth

Finally, both Sir and Miss stop swapping, and both thick crowns are slid firmly into my mouth, stretching my lips taut and cinching them with their fingers. Then, two thick jets of cum pump onto my tongue as Sir speaks, “Swallow now, faggot.”

I obediently start swallowing as the second pulses land on my tongue. Between them, they unload more cum than Amelia, by a fair margin. I continue to take it as they pump their entire release, until they are squeezing the last out on my tongue.

I can feel the weight of it in my stomach, the sheer volume of cum they've pumped into my belly. I continue to look up at them both, watching them as they feed me their seed. Their expressions are visions of personal pleasure and satisfaction.

“Good faggot,” Miss praises me, and I lick the crown still in my mouth, before they pull themselves free from my lips. She sighs with satisfaction, brushing her fingers through one side of my hair. Sir does the same with my hair on the other side.

“Fuck, this faggot's so good,” Sir says with a low sigh of satisfaction, “but it's getting late. Good use of two hours and a few minutes, but now we should really get ready and leave. I'll let you wake him up. I can do it next time, if there is one.”

“You sure you don't mind?” Miss asks.

“I'm sure, go ahead,” Sir assures her, smiling.

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Author's Note:
The story continues from here in Chapter 9: Yes.
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