Joy has a powerful night, but misses Atticus

Montana guides me up and down his cock for several minutes before holding me down, my nose pressed against his pelvis, and I hear Atticus from behind me, “Joy, we’re going to play a game. Guess who you’re pleasing, and we’ll move on to your next man. If you guess incorrectly though…” my muted squeal is still loud enough to fill the room as I feel a hand slapping my ass “…we’ll encourage you to do better!”

I’m not sure how I’m supposed to indicate whose cock is in my mouth with my mouth and hands occupied. But beyond the difficulties in playing this cock sucking party game set up by my former colleague, I wonder how he came up with this idea. What exactly indicated to him that I would not only accept this effeminizing humiliation, but desire it?

The answer to my first question is answered easily enough when Montana pulls me up and off his manhood. After taking in a deep breath of fresh air, I cry out “Montana!”

I feel his lips press against my forehead in a kiss before I hear and sense him standing up and moving out from the seat in front of me. Someone sits down again as I feel the heat from their thighs surround me and I mentally prepare myself for Atticus. The one feminizing step that I’ll never be able to live down. Yes, he’s seen me as a woman, and yes, he’s seen me have sex. But it will be another thing all together if we both share the memory of me giving him head. Even if I get my body back, even if we return to the past and save our futures, I’ll never be able to live that down.

As I feel my hair drawn up into a ponytail handle and I’m drawn forward, my mouth fitting around the cock presented to me like I was made for this, I let out a whimper and pray that it’s not Atticus. Almost as soon as I’m drawn down to the base of this cock, I realize I’m working on Sterling. His plastic, slightly off, flavor will always be easy to identify. I’m not allowed to share my knowledge for several minutes though as he ‘lets’ me blow him for awhile before bringing me up for another gasp of air. As soon as I try to say who I’ve been giving head too though, the bullet and learning aide go to full blast, changing my desired statement of “Sterling” to “SterYAAHH!!”

I hear a chuckle from behind me as Montana says “I’m afraid there isn’t anybody named Steryah here Joy. Let’s inspire some improvement, hmm?”

As my head is drawn forward, my mouth again filling with robot cock, I feel someone’s hand come crashing down on my ass. My back arches and I cry out my strangled objection, but the spanking continues for another eight spanks. When it’s done, and the vibrations in my pussy and ass go down a notch, I’m again pulled up and allowed to call out “Sterling!”

My nerves ramp up again, fearing Atticus’ presence, but they’re alleviated when my mouth is drawn to Bradley’s heavy balls to lick and suck. After several calming moments of giving Bradley head, I’m again pulled up and given the chance to identify my benefactor. This time, when they ramp up the toys inside of me, I take the time to collect my thoughts and not cry out or distort my answer. Only as I’m being pulled forward again do I call out “Bradley!”

I’m rewarded with another kiss, this one on my lips, before I’m straightened back up and feel the men switch places, giving me another mystery cock to work on. Knowing that only Atticus hasn’t gone has me trembling, fearing this final shot to my sound, mind, and heart. As I’m drawn forward though, my lips wrapping around the cock presented to me, I only need to travel an inch or so down it’s length before I let out a sigh that I hadn’t realized I’d been holding in as I realize they’re still working on fooling me. It’s Bradley again.

He used a different grip in my hair and his legs are closer to my body than they were before, but I’d know his flavor anywhere, even though it’s muted underneath my own saliva. After a few moments of him diving into my throat repeatedly, much like Montana had before, I hear the front door open and someone walk in. I have to quiet my own wet sucking sounds down in order to hear it, but I relax and feel tears of relief stream down my cheeks as I hear Catty, Sterling, and Atticus agree to step off and have their own sexcapade. This still leaves me with Montana and Bradley, but it thankfully stops the two things I was fearing from happening. My first orgy with more than two men involved, and of course having sex with Atticus.

For the next twenty minutes or so I let Bradley and Montana have their way with me while I mentally fume. I know that there’s no need to get angry, that sex like this is just something I need to get past in order to get what I need from the library. But it’s hard to accept that when I realize I’m not only accustomed to having sex as woman with a man, I’m accustomed to having sex as a woman with two men. Bradley and Montana seem to enjoy themselves, but they don’t cover any ground that Bradley and Sterling hadn’t covered in their two times of two-timing me.

After a while, I can finally relax and let the actions of these two men get more than skin deep within me. Being blindfolded and bound with my hands behind my back doesn’t exactly let me participate, but I stop being stiff and fighting against them. I move my hips, I use my skills at giving head, I even moan and grunt in order to entice the men and let them know they’re filling me with pleasure.

It’s surprisingly the sound of Catty’s orgasm that sends me over the brink. Bradley and Montana have me on the floor, riding one while the other pounds into my ass double penetrating me, when I hear the bright sharp sound of an open-handed spank and Catty’s muffled cry. I feel a tingle go up my spine, imagining what position Atticus and Sterling have my colleague in, before I hear her mouth cleared and her clarion voice cry out in ecstasy. Only a moment later, I join her chorus, filling the room with both of our screams of pleasure as my own orgasm takes me over.

While we don’t orgasm in unison again, the house feels like it’s constantly filled as either Catty or I are crying out our climaxes one after another. After all the sex I’ve been **** to participate in, I’m surprised that I can be surprised, but Montana and Bradley do something new for me. Or to me. I’m not sure how they worked it out, as this would have obviously been a lot easier with Sterling who controls all of his own actions, but they do manage it.

They have my laid out on my back. My head is tilted back with a pillow under my neck, allowing Montana to thrust deep into my throat while Bradley has a pillow under my lower back, and is pumping madly in and out of my pussy, my legs wrapped around his thrusting waist. I get the first indication that Montana is close as I hear his grunting getting louder and feel his cock swelling in my mouth. My next hint is Bradley’s thrusts getting a little faster, sending pleasant fleshy smacking sounds coming from his thighs ramming into my ass. And then they both dive deep, let out simultaneous grunts of effort and pleasure, and start filling me from both ends.

The sensation is so overwhelming, having two men orgasm inside of me at the same time, that I’m lost in my own head. I try to grip Bradley tighter with my legs, but I’ve lost coordination of them. I try to lick the underside of Montana’s shaft as I feel it pumping through my mouth, but again I’m simply unable to perform that simple task. And then the whole scenario goes to the next level as I feel Bradley reaching down to rub and slide over my aroused clit and Montana gripping and pinching my aroused nipples. The lightning bursts of pleasure from those erogenous zones, along with the still new sensation of having two cocks empty themselves in me simultaneously, send me higher into pleasure than I’ve ever been.

I probably have my lessons to thank for saving me from **** on Montana’s cum as I don’t know if I could swallow it down if he were cumming in my mouth. Instead, I’m able to maintain him in my throat, allowing his cum to passively make its way to my belly. I’m sure being blindfolded helps, but my vision is filled with starts and fireworks as I hear my own loud cry of joy and even overpower Montana’s and Bradley’s orgasmic choir. My whole body trembles and shakes and I’m just completely overwhelmed with more pleasure than I knew a person could experience.

My orgasm lasts a good long time, and thankfully doesn’t make me black out, as it felt like it might. Bradley and Montana pull out of me with sticky plopping noises, and I just lie back, panting and shaking. They undo my blind fold and roll me onto my side so they can untie my hands, but I still just lie back, trying to catch my breath and still my raging heart. Together, they lift me up and lie me on the couch, pulling the throw blanket over me as I just lie and breath and be. I watch as Sterling helps get Catty back together, accompanying her to I assume the bathroom. When she returns, she’s still all aglow from her own satisfied sexual experience, but she’s dressed and made up with fresh makeup. Atticus comes over, gives me a kiss on the forehead, and says we’ll talk soon before putting his arm around Catty and escorting her out the front door.

I see Montana and Sterling talking and feel a slight crack appear in my dome of calm as they seem to be planning on more sex. The lust in Montana’s eyes is clear and I can see Sterling mouth “Intimate Lessons” while answering Montana’s question. But my heart is calmed as Bradley, kneeling next to me and running his hand through my sweat drenched hair, sees where my eyes are looking and turns to see them himself. He stands up, and heads over, suggesting that they call it a night. Sterling tries to continue, suggesting that I would like to be sexually used by three men as a new experience, but Bradley stands his ground and tells Sterling to clean up and go to his charging station.

I hear both he and Montana talking for a bit before Montana comes over and mimics Atticus’ actions, kissing my forehead and saying he’ll see me at work tomorrow. After he’s dressed and out the door, Bradley moves about the house, setting things back into place. He even moves the couch while I’m still lying in it. When the living room again looks like a living room, he reaches under me and gathers me up into his arms. He carries me into the shower and gets the water running nice and steamy hot.

I’ve never felt more well cared for before. I’m not even sure I felt this well cared for as a child as I don’t have to say anything or move a single muscle. I never leave Bradley’s strong arms as he moves me around and is able to lather me and rinse me down everywhere on my body. He even tilts me back so that he can get the water into my hair and wash it thoroughly with shampoo and conditioner, all without getting any bubbly water in my eyes.

Bradley somehow manages to dry me off and wrap my hair in a micro fiber towel that will have it dry in twenty minutes. I feel his lips on mine as he lies me in bed and pulls the covers over me. When I roll onto my side, I’m almost asleep before I feel him slip under the covers behind me. While I wouldn’t mind sleeping on his arm or chest again, he seems happy leaving me in the position I took naturally and instead simply spoons himself around me.