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Pentagram City, the central hub for all human souls damned to an eternity in Hell, offered plenty of ways for sinners to have fun (if they didn’t choose to make it for themselves). The most popular option being a club ironically named Consent, and tonight served as no exception. As soon as their doors opened at day’s end, the night life poured in and easily filled it to capacity, with even more left outside as they impatiently waited to be let in. Whether it was for the bar and its wide variety of alcoholic beverages (among other illicit substances on offer), the dance floor that pounded with the feet of a rowdy and drunk crowd, or one of the select private rooms to grab a stranger or two and get lucky in, they all had a similar goal in mind. To blow off steam on the weekend and party until the hellish sun rose. Perhaps even longer.

Within this club, at one of the few open booths between the bar and the throng of sinners that bounced to an electronic dance beat, three people sat huddled together over a table covered with shots. Each one held a different colored liquid save for the few that stood flipped over and drained of their contents. A clear indication that, unlike their contemporaries, their night had just begun. But so far, only one party among them could be attributed to the carousing.

Avy knocked back another shot of tequila that he subsequently slammed face-down on the table with a sigh. “Oy, they keep coming. Did you order more?”

The cobalt frog looked at his partner, the infamous porn star Angel Dust, who hung off his shoulder and snorted a laugh. “Babe, those are the same thirty shots we got when we sat down, and you’re already halfway through your portion!”

“Yeah, honestly,” a voice piped up from Avy’s left that carried a distinct Australian twang. He swung his head over to meet Cherri Bomb’s eye, as she continued, “We just got here and you’ve been goin’ hard on the booze mate. Haven’t even had any ourselves yet.”

Avy blinked sluggishly, the effects of the liquor already settling in, and he looked back at their table. Indeed, the empty glasses seemed to suspiciously pile up in front of him, but did that truly mean he drank as much as they said he had?

He didn’t seem to think so, as he reached for another glass with a smirk. “Or perhaps you two are not keeping up! Why else did you buy so many drinks if we’re not supposed to… drink them!”

Avy threw back a sixth shot of tequila before he could hear any counter to his point, then slammed it down to add to the stack he created. He leaned back into his seat, the world spinning ever so slightly as he did, and closed his eyes as he rested his arms along the back of the plush seating behind his companions. As his mind swam, it struggled with the thought that he might have pushed it too hard too fast, as Cherri had implied. But he pushed it back under with the simple fact that he needed this. Vox had run him ragged this week and he barely had any time to relax, not even with Angel. So when he suggested that he should accompany him and Cherri to a bar, he knew he had to make the most of it.

“Y’know, your boyfriend’s got a point,” Avy heard Cherri say, “let’s get fucked up!”

Avy smiled to himself, ready to finally let loose after this brief respite. He felt Cherri press against his left thigh as she leaned in to get closer to the alcohol; then a moment later Angel did the same on his right. As soon as he felt them shift a thought entered his mind. One that made his heart pump faster, and he nervously chewed the inside of his lip in feeble resistance.

It hadn’t escaped his notice that Angel’s friend exuded a lot of the same qualities his partner had. Even dressed quite similarly, in a low-cut crop that showed off her midriff and a skirt so short it required a pair of black leggings to keep him from seeing more than he should have. So while the presence of alcohol distracted him for a while, once it coursed through his system and it started to work its magic, more of those past thoughts broke through the surface of his liquor-soaked brain. He rubbed his legs together agitatedly and flexed his fingers, all in an effort to keep his eyes closed. A futile effort in the end, as his lids cracked open a fraction of an inch.

When they did, he met with the sight of two cleavages, suspended just in front of his own chest, swaying ever so slightly as the people they were attached to gesticulated in excited conversation. The exact nature of which Avy couldn’t determine courtesy of the bass-boosted speakers that stood a few feet away, but even if the music suddenly stopped and they became the only people present in the club he doubted he’d have heard what they said anyways. He had already occupied himself as he drank in as many details as possible. 

Cherri’s pale chest, dotted with tiny red spots, had been packed tightly inside a black bra that peeked out slightly over her bright pink shirt; a single strap wrapped around her shoulder to clasp somewhere behind her back. Admittedly hers held his attention more than Angel’s, although he was already intimately familiar with them. A white puff of fur that rose prominently through his open collar and obscured a more real pair of tits underneath. The pink heart that outlined it had been hidden behind his striped suit jacket, but he had seen it plenty of times to know where it lay. As opposed to Cherri where his drunken mind played around imaginatively with what else might be hidden beneath that ripped piece of fabric.

He found his gaze practically split between the beauties on either side as they carried on unaware of his attention. Like a teenager with a telescope and a hot next door neighbor undressing in the window, Avy got a perverted thrill from the private show they unknowingly put on for him. He almost felt his worry slip away, as his blood rushed from his heart to a lower part of his body. Only to jump back up when he distinctly heard his name being called.

“Hey, Aves, you feelin’ alright?”

Avy blinked, acting as if he had been awakened from an impromptu nap, and looked at Angel, who had asked the question. He nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine amorcito . Not drunk yet,” he laughed nervously to mask the sound of his heart slamming against his ribcage.

Angel smiled with him, a barely audible hum coming from his throat. “That’s good. Wouldn’t want to drag your heavy ass back home when we just got started.”

He placed his hand on Avy’s pelvis, dangerously close to the fly of his pants. So close it made his breath still. Had he placed his hand on the opposite side, Angel would have certainly felt a lot more, and it would’ve made him wonder what exactly got him so worked up. Fortunately for both of them, he bore this knowledge alone as Angel leaned in to deliver a brief kiss on his lips. It helped shave off some of the guilt he felt.

As the spider pulled away and diverted his attention back to the liquor-laden table, Avy had half a thought to wrap an arm around him and grab a handful of that teasing bossom. At least he had permission to touch that. But no sooner had his hand reached over, he saw Cherri lean completely over him, arm outstretched to the alcohol on Angel’s side.

“Angie!” She shouted over the noise. “Hand me one of those, will ya?”

While Angel raised a finger indicating a moment, his head tilted back to accept another sample of intoxicating ichor, Avy froze in his seat. The entire weight of the breasts he ogled earlier had inconveniently pressed down on his lap. Even more inconvenient, she definitely felt more than he ever wanted her to. Despite this, he couldn’t help himself to another look as his eyes drew a line down her back all the way to the exposed lower half. There, on either side of her hips, he spotted the thin black waistband of her panties as they sat right above her skirt, which perfectly outlined the curve of her rear.

“For fucks sake Angel, how long does it take to finish a shot?” Cherri asked, echoing Avy’s thoughts.

The spider responded with an appropriate gesture of one of his four fingers, which only agitated Cherri as she rubbed back and forth against Avy’s crotch, seemingly attempting to grab the shot herself. The frog saw stars dance before his eyes with how much blood rapidly rushed to fill his slowly rising erection. His usual attire of black slacks quickly proved too little space as he filled out most of his leg and stretched it to its limits. Angel used to joke that he should find some work sweatpants to properly accommodate himself, and he genuinely wished he took that advice now.

With every thrust of Cherri’s chest he swore he felt it wobble against him, a thought that served to aggravate his situation further. Coupled with the alcohol that unlocked most of his inhibitions, he felt a premature release start to build in his core. An idea that terrified him more than his blissful arousal, and halted it long enough for Cherri to finally reach the glass and grab it. Avy practically gasped with relief when she finally sat up, ignoring how her chest bounced as she leaned back in her seat with the shot in hand. 

“Tch, you dickhead,” Cherri shook her head at Angel with a smile, who reciprocated with a cheeky grin of his own. 

She then turned to Avy. “Sorry ‘bout that, I forgot Angel hogged all the vodka on his side and I wanted some.”

Avy sank into his seat, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he willed his erection to go down. Sweat collected on his forehead and dripped down his face as an unnatural heat seemed to take over him. Unfocused, he cast a few glances at Cherri until he registered what she said and nodded his head.

“T-that’s alright,” he croaked.

He looked back over at her and tried his damndest to keep his eyes on her large, solitary portal as he gave a less than convincing smile. But every so often he caught himself glancing down at the shapely breasts that had teased him seconds ago. They slowly rose and fell with each of her gentle breaths, pressing against the thin material that kept them contained. Avy unconsciously started to match their rhythm and his breathing slowed down drastically. When he realized this, he turned away entirely to face Angel, who had downed another shot to match Avy at six.

“Whoo, that hits the spot!”

He laid back on his side against Avy’s chest, the alcohol presumably caught up with him as well. Then he draped an arm across his chest to rest on Avy’s opposite leg, directly on top of the outline that stopped its progression up his pants. The tips of his fingers danced along that solid mass, brushing it ever so gently, and caused it to descend back the way it came, harder than ever. Avy grit his teeth, virtually pained by what seemed like a completely innocent act on Angel’s behalf. At least it didn’t appear to him like the spider’s usual brand of teasing. Merely a loving, drunken stroke of his leg, with his member caught in the middle. At this point, Avy believed he had been caught in some weird divine punishment, and he cocked head back towards Heaven to beg forgiveness for his wandering eyes.

He barely suppressed a moan as Angel brushed against his sensitive, leaking tip, and his legs quaked as they trailed back down the length of his shaft. Avy held his breath for what felt like an eternity before he finally exhaled as the hand withdrew. He sagged on top of Angel, his other arm coming over to hold the spider close to him and ground him. 

The frog breathed wearily, his eyes screwed shut, and he felt Angel squirm in his grasp. “You’re sure you’re doing alright, Avy-baby?”

Avy struggled to respond. His cock throbbed, desperate to be released from its confines. Eventually he swallowed and replied, “ S-si. ”

“I dunno,” he heard Cherri counter behind him, although her voice could have also been a million miles away. “You ain’t lookin’ too hot. We told you to slow down, mate.”

Avy felt dizzy, for sure, but he didn’t blame the alcohol. At least not entirely.

“Alright, get up, let’s leave the drinks and go someplace quieter. Don’t think this electronic shit is doin’ ya any favors.”

Avy felt himself nod. Yes, a quiet place. That’s what he needed right now. Somewhere he could focus without any sounds, people, touches, or breasts. He needed a moment alone without any more temptations thrust on him and he could fix himself without anyone noticing the obvious growth between his legs.

Angel shifted and brought the arm Avy had rested behind him over his shoulder, then the frog relented to his strength as he lifted them both up to their feet. In the haze, Avy saw him and Angel cross through the rambunctious crowd before they riled up into a greater frenzy with the next song. Something about addiction, he didn’t quite catch it. The next moment they were in a small clearing and they stood before a door adorned with a neon pink heart, encapsulated around the number one. Cherri moved in front to open the door for them, and together they walked into the darkened space.

As soon as the door shut behind them, cold air washed over Avy in waves, and he leaned into it gratefully. It provided a much needed contrast to the stale heat generated by the bodies outside, most of whom definitely forgot to shower. Not just that, but as the ringing in his ears subsided, Avy realized this room stood isolated from the noise outside. Only the slightest vibrations from the people jumping on the dance floor managed to carry through. This allowed him to relax all the more, and he opened his eyes again to examine his new surroundings.

At first it appeared like the typical private area one would find in a club, the kind reserved for VIPs. In one corner sat a lounge area similar to the one they had been seated in, but more plush. Colored in purple velvet, it curved around an elegant marble table, bare of any decorations. Behind that, an expansive digital screen took up the entire back wall, a thin grey line undulated through the middle in an idle animation. The walls to either side weren’t as fancy, however, colored in a simple indigo tint save for the white splotches that dotted all over the surface. All of it had been lit by a gentle magenta hue by the LED strips that lined the edges of the ceiling, and altogether made for a nice ambiance. Yet, as Avy turned to his left, one feature stood out.

Near that back corner opposite the table stood a circular bed. A wide violet blanket draped over its surface and extended down to the floor, one side folded before a pair of pillows that sat side by side on the exposed white sheets at one end. The way it stood slightly over a protruding dias led him to believe it was one of the fancy rotating beds he had seen multiple times while he worked at the studio. But that sort of bed was typically reserved for…

“Angel-?” 

Before the question could leave his mouth, Angel’s lips captured it as he dove into him for another kiss. This time, however, he sought something more intimate as his tongue wrestled to part Avy’s mouth.

Although the sudden collision took him by surprise, whether it was the alcohol or the excitement still coursing through him, he readily took him in his arms and opened his lips to allow Angel in. The two fought between one another ferociously, hungrily, exchanging moans and growls as they grappled each other and swapped spit. It felt almost rewarding, after all Avy had been through, to finally have Angel like this. To hold him and feel him, it didn’t overwhelm him as much as it had out there. Even so, he felt himself being driven back by the intensity, literally step by step as Angel guided him somewhere. It wasn’t until he felt Angel dip lower, and his eyes opened to see him slip out of his tight black shorts, that he suddenly became very aware of another presence that had been in the room with them the entire time.

It took a moment, as the sight of Angel’s smaller bulge contained prettily in a pair of pink panties jumbled his reason, but he eventually sorted his thoughts out long enough to remind Angel they weren’t alone.

“Ah, Angel, what about Cherri?”

Angel clicked his tongue and thumped his palm against his head as if his friend’s existence had casually slipped his mind. “Oh shit, how could I forget? Ya ready, babe?”

Angel asked as he looked past Avy, then the frog felt himself get turned around until he faced the bed, atop which sat a very naked Cherri Bomb. His jaw fell slack at the sight, unable to parse together a single thought as the very body which he admired before had been presented to him with no room for the imagination. Large pink areolas encircled perky nipples, which she tweaked slightly between two pairs of fingers. Her perfect tits seemed bigger now that they had been freed from their bindings. They sat above a thin waist that led into wider hips, between which rested a thick bush the same color as her fiery hair. The only thing visible to Avy between her legs as her thighs obfuscated anything more, for now.

“Hell yeah, Ang, I’ve been dyin’ to see this monster you keep talkin’ about. And maybe a little more.”

Her foot made circles idly in the air as Avy stared awestruck, both her and Angel waiting a moment for him to react. When it became clear he had been effectively paralyzed, she took the initiative and brought herself to her knees before the frog. Her tits shook as she hit the ground, and Avy’s eyes followed; the first sign he still lived since Angel had moved him. When her hands grabbed onto his belt, the sole barrier that kept his erection at bay, he broke free from his trance and squeaked out his partner’s name.

“Angel?”

He must have heard the tone in his voice, as he began to rub his hands along his shoulders to calm him down. 

“Hey, relax big guy. We saw how tense you were back there. I mean, we barely touched ya and you were lookin’ ready to bust. Figured we could… finish this in private so we don’t cause a scene.”

At that moment, despite his slight inebriation, Avy quickly pieced together what Angel implied, and realized their behavior hadn’t been as innocent as he wanted to believe. It had all been an act, a damn good act, but an act nonetheless. One that led him right here, in this room with the two of them, and he didn’t need to be told that they had no intentions of being quiet. He brought a hand over his mouth and mumbled a short line of Spanish to himself like a silent prayer as the conniving sinners hung off him like lions with a fresh catch. 

Succubi, I’ve been set upon by conniving succubi, and I won’t know peace until they’ve drained me of everything I have.

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“That is, if you’re cool with it?”

Cherri’s concerned voice brought Avy’s unfocused gaze back to her. She sat back on her heels and her hands now rested on her thighs. The hungry smile she wore had flipped to a frown, her sole brow raised questioningly.

Everything happened so suddenly, it made it hard for Avy to think at first. His first instinct would have been to reject the offer, had it been just him and Cherri in the room. But the feeling of Angel’s hands all over him from behind reminded him that they were not. This sultry scheme had been carefully concocted, and he didn’t doubt that Angel had been the one to suggest it in the first place, although he couldn’t figure out the reason why. Perhaps given his partner’s spontaneity the answer was simply because he wanted to, because they wanted to, and they knew him well enough that he wouldn’t be opposed.

At least they weren’t wrong on that.

His confusion subsided, a smile grew on Avy’s face as he reached back and placed a hand on top of Angel’s, then nodded to Cherri.

“If that’s what you want, I could use a little… relief.”

Cherri’s cheerful disposition returned at his response, and he felt the same enthusiasm from Angel as he gave his shoulder a squeeze.

“We’re gonna show ya a good time, big guy,” he purred in his ear.

“Hope yer ready for a wild night!”

Cherri’s enthusiasm extended through her hands as she reached back for his belt, undoing it in a flash before moving for his zipper. Avy felt the pressure lessen as his bulge pressed through the newly-formed gap, and he saw Cherri hesitate for a moment before she carefully continued. She hooked her fingers over his waistband and pulled it down in one fluid motion, narrowly avoiding the heavy erection that swung out to greet her. The cyclops wobbled unsteadily on her knees before her hands found the edge of the bed behind her. Steadying herself, she peered up in awe as her view became almost completely blocked by the blue behemoth above her.

Avy stood, in both senses, proudly when he caught a glimpse of her astonished face. He hadn’t received a reaction like that since his first time with Angel.

Cherri recovered swiftly, a sharp smile spread across her cheeks as she grabbed her tits and used them to sandwich Avy’s stiff member. The frog groaned and humped into her reflexively as he deposited a healthy string of slick onto her chin. Cherri’s single eye followed it all the way down and stuck a long tongue out to catch it, swallowing it down with a throaty chuckle.

“Fuck me dead, Angie, you told me how big he was but I thought you were taking the piss. Not like you did that with dicks but… fuck, how could you hog all this to yourself and not share with me sooner?”

Avy felt Angel shrug. “What can I say? I’m possessive. Plus, my froggie is very sensitive, so you’re lucky that I trust ya enough to take care of him.”

“I can see that,” Cherri commented as pre continued to pour forth from Avy like a leaky faucet, coating her tits in transparent ichor.

Avy never thought of himself as a weak man, but as Cherri continued to pump her large breasts around his cock he started to rely on Angel to hold him up. It didn’t help that his fluffy chest felt better than any bed. When did he have time to take his shirt off?

He rolled his head back, lost in the feeling of her soft skin as it squeezed up and down his entire length, lubricated by his unending excitement. It brought just the right amount of friction to slowly build up the release she had spent all night teasing out of him. Delicate hands played around all over his body, targeting his most sensitive areas and leaving him in a world of bliss. His legs wobbled and slightly caved before Angel caught him, and he felt an airy laugh play against his ear.

“Looks like someone is enjoyin’ themselves.”

Cherri hummed in agreement, and it wasn’t until then that Avy became conscious of the low moans that fell from his lips. He gasped every time Cherri slammed her chest against him and shook as she pulled back up along his shaft. She milked him with steady, rhythmic pumps that edged him closer and closer to the brink. But soon it became clear this was no better than their prior teasing as her pace became far too slow for Avy’s liking. He needed more.

His hands flexed at his sides, unsure if he should literally take matters into his own hands. Before he could decide, the pressure from his back lessened and he felt Angel grab his arm. He exhaled out sharply as he was fished from Cherri’s tits and looked at his partner in dismay as he was dragged away from their warmth.

Pleading eyes darted between the two of them that longed to be back in that sweet embrace. He whined, “Oye, Angel, where are you taking me now?”

“Somewhere more comfortable, don’t want ya to overexert yerself standin’ all night.”

But I was comfortable, Avy whined internally.

A few steps later, he was spun around and thrust backwards, his fall broken by satin bedsheets. His legs hung over the edge, dick upright and continuously pumping slick in the cool air, perfectly primed for the taking. Something Avy learned as he propped himself up on his elbows and blinked his eyes open to the sight of Angel and Cherri, side by side and as nude as the day they were born. His heart skipped a beat as they pounced and knelt down on either side of his legs. They worked together as they brought his pants down and completely stripped his bottom half bare. Now completely unrestrained, they flanked their true target and struck it with equal and opposing force, doubling the pressure Avy had been under as they pressed their chests together around his sizable dick.

Avy’s back arched, his hands gripped tightly onto the purple sheets. They didn’t give him a moment’s respite as they moved in sync, their fingers interlaced over him as they moved up and down. The frog’s chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath, sweat beaded over his brow, and he raised his head to watch them work. They kept their focus on his rigid member, but occasionally the two sinners would pass a glance in his direction, probably just to make sure he hadn’t passed out. A kind gesture, and completely warranted as Avy fought to keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his head multiple times.

His legs tensed, calves flexing, as he pressed up on the balls of his feet and humped against their rhythm. Not that he moved much under the weight of their breasts, but any friction he generated brought him ever closer to a much-needed release. He intensified his efforts, pressed flush against the bed, and focused all his strength as he pumped his cock between them.

Angel and Cherri both felt this shift as they turned their attention completely to Avy. His face twisted in a concentrated expression, eyes squeezed shut, nose scrunched as he gritted his teeth. He didn’t even notice they had stopped moving as he continued to thrust wildly, grunting as he did so.

“Looks like he’s getting close,” Cherri remarked, bobbing in place.

“Yeah?” Angel asked rhetorically as he similarly jiggled from Avy’s forceful shoves. Then he echoed her as he asked him, “You getting’ close, Avy-baby?”

Avy responded with a loud exhale and increased his fervor, which Angel took as confirmation as he pressed his forearms against his tits and began to move them side to side. Cherri caught on and mimicked his movements. The two shared a devious smile before they turned back to Avy.

His breath caught and shuddered, shaky gasps loudly exploded from his mouth before his eyes snapped open. He gave a few more, desperate, humps, then his legs pulled tight as he shifted up onto the balls of his feet and his jaw clenched.

“C’mon Avy,” Angel grunted, aware of what came next, “cover these tits. Glaze your babes.”

Avy roared at the encouragement, his eyes rolled back as he shot a thick rope of cum straight into the air. It came back down in thinner strands and ensured that the sinners below were all coated in a healthy amount of spend. The majority, however, fell on the pair that pressed themselves directly over his crotch. They opened their mouths, ready to catch what they could as it cascaded down around them; Avy’s salty warmth painted their throats almost as much as their chests. Only a few errant speckles failed to hit a target as they smacked against the bed and were absorbed into its surface.

When the last of his seed dribbled out of his tip and collected on the sinners’ bosoms, Avy finally went slack and melted onto the bed. He breathed hard and fought unconsciousness as his lids flickered to stay open. He couldn’t remember the last time he came that hard, the one similar instance being when Angel intentionally edged him for a day straight. This was definitely preferable to that special form of torture, however.

After a moment, Avy sighed, weak but content, only to have it sharply blown out as something far heavier crushed against his pelvis. Too tired to move his arms, he raised his head and found Angel and Cherri sat back to back on his lap. They had pinned his semi-erect prick between their voluptuous rears, and continued their synchronous movements as they rubbed it back to full rigidity. His head fell back with a litany of whispered Spanish curses that the two sinners found amusing.

“Awww, cmon, did ya really think we were only gonna drag you in here for a blowie?” Cheri taunted.

“We’re doin’ it all tonight, babe,” Angel added. “You ain’t done until these balls are completely drained.”

They shared a laugh that bordered on maniacal, and again Avy found his comparison to succubi very apt. He nearly thought it best to relax again and let them work, until he felt the pressure relieve itself before it suddenly clapped back around him and took his breath away. Relief then compress, relief then compress, their combined weight relented then doubled with every forceful crash. It made it clear they didn’t want him to lie idle. They wanted him up and at attention in every sense.

Just when he felt liable to blow again, they smacked into each other one last time and held him firm.

“Now that we got your attention,” Angel breathed out, “which hole do you wanna fill first?”

Avy took a second to catch his breath before he found the strength to prop himself back on his elbows. The two looked at him expectantly, Cherri offered no additional input as they both awaited his decision. Probably in a bid to not appear as needy as before, but that didn’t change his immediate pick.

“Why don’t you hop on first, Angel?”

“Tch, of course,” Cherri quipped as she peeled off to give Angel room. Avy watched her take a few steps away, mesmerized by every bounce of her freckled butt.

“I mean, I don’t even know why you asked, this big sap will always choose you.”

She turned and placed a hand on her hip, a cocky grin on her face to show she didn’t really hold any hard feelings. Not that Avy saw that as his eyes were drawn to the fires of her hair, sat thick above pink lips.

“Yeah, that’s why I love him, although,” Angel said, grabbing Avy’s chin and bringing his attention to him, “it’s good manners to treat your guest first.”

Avy blinked a few times as he returned to reality, then smoothly countered, “Cherri can wait a little longer, I’m sure.”

He grabbed Angel’s hand, taking it from his chin before bringing the back of it to his lips and placing a chaste kiss there. He made a point to look at Cherri as he did, adding, “That’s what good girls do after all.”

A shot in the dark, as he didn’t know if she responded well to praise, but he saw it hit as a rosy tint flooded to her cheeks.

“Hmmm, that’s true,” Angel agreed, “and Cherri’s been such a good girl so far, hasn’t she?”

Hearing her friend pile on the praise made her blush burn hotter, and she tried to hide it as she turned and waved them off. “Alright, shut up, I get it, you’re both fuckin’ saps.”

Avy and Angel shared a small laugh before they turned to one another, the latter adjusted himself so he straddled Avy’s waist and his cock perfectly aligned between his ample rear. He began to gyrate slowly, squeezing around Avy as he did so. A pleased hum rumbled in the frog’s throat, and he clapped his hands against Angel’s ass to assist his movements. They naturally worked into a steady rhythm as they had done so many times before, so attuned they had become to one another.

Angel’s back arched as he pressed back into Avy’s hardened member, accentuating his chest. The markings that carved a heart-shaped path around his breasts glowed softly in the low light and exhibited his excitement. Avy shared that feeling as he sharply thrust between his cheeks, yearning to be inside. Angel gasped at the sudden force and bit his lip, pink irises warmly met Avy’s purple portals with a soft blush. While his lower hands steadied himself on Avy’s sides, his upper arms threaded slender fingers through blue strands, and he lowered himself closer to the frog’s lips. Avy leaned forward, expectantly, ready to meet them. Only to throw his head back with a surprised gasp as he felt something tug on one of his balls.

Angel’s eyes widened. “Avy, what is-?”

He stopped, recognizing the stupid look on his face, and he twisted around to look between Avy’s legs. Sure enough, he found a large head of fiery hair leading down to a pale back that wiggled absently side to side. Soft sucks emanated from below before they stopped as Cherri felt eyes on her.

She looked up, met Angel’s unimpressed look, and pulled away from Avy with a pop that left him quaking. “What?”

“What do you mean what, we were havin’ a moment, babe!”

“Oh come on, I wanted to help lube him up for ya! Just… pretend I ain’t here.”

Angel, despite the sudden shift in the mood, couldn’t help but grin. “You’re already addicted, ain’tcha?”

“Ah fuck off, I ain’t addicted to shit! Go have your little moment before I eat your ass next.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, babe,” Angel quickly retorted. He dragged his ass up along Avy’s erection and stopped right above the tip, tauntingly wiggling it side to side.

A sharp toothed grin came over Cherri’s face a second before she dove in, and Avy felt her mouth all over his dick. She started at the base first as she planted a series of kisses along his shaft that left dark black marks from her lipstick. Avy could feel the ghost of each one as she pulled away, and rolled his head back as she continued her assault upwards. When she reached the tip, her tongue collected a nice thin line of pre as it leaked out of Avy’s quivering head. Then, he felt a tight warmth constrict around him as she took him into her mouth.

Nearly half of his engorged length disappeared into her hungry maw before she stopped, gagging from the sheer size of him. She swirled her tongue as best as she could, which made Avy’s legs shake with pleasure as she attacked his sensitive head. Small spurts of pre ejected from his stimulated tip and she drank it all down with a pleased hum. He then felt her squeeze all the more as she sank further still, until her plump lips kissed the base of his shaft. That tight warmth felt like a heaven he didn’t want to leave. Those few seconds she sat suctioned to his pelvis went on for what seemed like minutes before she finally relieved him from the tightness of her throat.

His rod bounced back and smacked wetly against Angel’s ass the moment it sprung free of Cheri’s constricting throat. She coughed slightly and took a couple deep breaths before she relaxed back content. But not before she perked up and kissed Angel right on his puckered hole as a final parting gesture.

“Alright, there, he’s all prepped for ya.”

Angel shivered. “Fuck, you’re nasty, babe.”

Avy drew his attention back to him as he smacked his hands roughly against Angel’s ass, eliciting a gasp from him as he roughly squeezed and pulled his cheeks apart.

“I think it’s time we got a little nasty ourselves, yes?”

Avy shifted his legs in place, aligning his head with Angel’s wet hole, then pushed all the way inside in a single motion. The spider’s head knocked back as if punched by some invisible force, a cry drawn out from his mouth that floated up to the ceiling above. He hung onto Avy for dear life with all four of his arms, a prominent bulge jutted out of his belly that pulsed ever so slightly. The frog took a single glance to admire it, then wasted no more time as he began to rock Angel on his lap.

Using his hands first, he drew Angel up along his length before he promptly pulled him back down with a harsh smack. A mix of dull moans and whines that carried his name drooled out of his open mouth, and Avy grunted as he lifted him and did it again. He curled Angel like a weighted barbell, and got reacquainted with the way his body naturally molded to accept him. The way he gripped onto him, not too tightly but enough to still pull him deeper, was a sensation so familiar it was like coming home again.

After he flexed his muscles a few more times, which Avy also partially did to impress the third party in the room, he brought his hands up to hold Angel around his back. Then he put all his weight into his legs as he thrusted up to catch the spider midair, and he bounced him on his lap. A steady gallop that resounded in wet claps which joined the sound of their shared moans and groans.

Avy’s heavy balls, filled to the brim with another load, slammed into Angel’s sizable rear and sent shockwaves that reverberated around the sides. Each time they came together, Angel’s hardened member smacked against Avy and spattered slick all over his abdomen. It intermingled with the sweat that cropped up all over his body, leaving him glistening in the dim lighting of the sex room. Angel didn’t appear nearly as ethereal, although Avy would be quick to say otherwise, as his fur clung damply to his form. Once carefully conditioned to a fluffy texture, it now outlined his true form, which only excited Avy more as he got a good look at his more natural curves.

“Fuck, you two are really going at it,” Cherri gasped. “It’s kinda hot.”

The bed shifted slightly, and Avy looked over to see the cyclops on her hands and knees as she clambered onto the surface. He watched her tits swing back and forth as she navigated the mattress, following them until she positioned herself just above Avy’s head and forced him to look between her legs. Slender fingers ducked between them, and the frog got a front row seat as she massaged her inner folds, circling occasionally around her clit. Translucent slick oozed from between her digits in a thin line that found its way to Avy’s forehead. Cool liquid touched down and drizzled off to the side, which prompted him to divert his attention from Angel as he tilted his head back and collected some of her juices into his mouth. As sweet as cherry pie.

He heard Angel whine below him, looking down to see his ass grinding needily on his crotch, and he responded with a sharp thrust that brought back his original pace. Angel exuded gratitude as he arched his back and mewled openly, completely lost in the moment. Happy that he was being satisfied, Avy laid his head back and, in the transition, saw a glint of something metal between Cherri’s cheeks. Curious, he ignored her excited fingers and tilted his head up slightly in the hopes to catch it again.

“See something you like, big guy?”

The question brought Avy’s head abruptly back down as he cocked back and met Cherri’s upside-down smile. He stammered for a moment, both flustered and increasingly overstimulated by Angel’s eager bouncing, before Cherri cut him off with a laugh.

“It's alright, it’s actually for you.”

Avy raised a brow as Cherri reached back and spread herself open for him. There, he got a perfect view of a gold-rimmed plug, a red jewel at its center, as it twitched ever so slightly in her ass. Although he couldn’t say for sure from this angle, it appeared to stretch her open a lot wider than the average plug would. He could only guess this was done on Angel’s recommendation.

“That is where you’ll be going next. Had this shit in all night just to prep for ya.” She punctuated her reveal with a sharp smack against her ass.

Avy’s heart thrummed in his chest like a snare drum. Between Angel riding him like a bucking bronco and Cherri’s incessant teasing, he felt his next release build a lot faster than it had before. He warned Angel of this with a few dull groans to accompany his next, aborted, thrusts, and the spider held himself down on his lap to stifle his movements.

“Avy, ah fuck, wait!” He panted. “Let’s swap real quick, I need to do somethin’.”

The frog whined and fought his orgasm as it surged up his member, not helped by Angel as he unceremoniously popped himself off his quaking cock. Avy breathed hard, coated in sweat and slick as he felt his release freeze then slowly fade away. Then, he painstakingly rose from where he lay and allowed Angel to take his place. He just barely caught a glimpse of a mischievous look in his eye as he crawled on all fours and brought himself up to his friend’s rear.

Cherri looked back upon his approach and started to move aside, only for Angel to tut at her. “Ah ah, you stay there. I wanna see how prepped ya really are.”

Her eye visibly widened, but she did as she was commanded. Her and Avy took their respective positions, which left the spider sandwiched between them. Angel looked back and gave the frog a single nod, signaling him to pick up where he left off. He wasted no time and easily slid right in as he pumped into him with slow, purposeful strokes; he steadily eased his orgasm out so Angel had time to complete his inspection.

Leaning slightly over his partner, Avy watched as he grabbed the rim of Cherri’s plug with delicate fingers. He slowly pulled back, the two looking back and forth between her changing expression and the plug. With every centimeter it exposed just how wide the toy really was, much to Avy’s surprise, and it brought a mix of pleasure and relief to Cherri’s face. Her eye twitched ever so slightly and her jaw hung slack, low whines poured forth as she sank lower and lower onto the bedspread.

Soon enough her face was completely buried in the covers, and still her hole continued to spread almost impossibly wide. Just as it seemed to stretch her absolute limits, it came out completely with a wet pop, and Angel held the toy proudly in his hand.

“Oooooh fuck,” Cherri’s muffled voice moaned. Her gaping hole flexed, absent of the intrusion it had grown accustomed to, and yearned for something to take its place. Avy became entranced by it as he bottomed out in Angel and leaned closer to her.

Angel grunted as Avy slammed against him, then dropped the plug off to the side as he let out a low whistle. “Now ain’t that a pretty sight? She’s nice and open for ya, bet you could slip right in there and barely feel the sides!”

Cherri shuddered under the attention, but Angel didn’t appear done with her yet. Without warning, he clapped his upper hands against her ass, massaging it around in small circles, then buried his face between her cheeks. Cherri’s head broke from the satin sheets with a harsh gasp, and she cried out in elation.

“Oh fuck, Angie!”

She rested her head back on its side, hands reaching up to grip towards the very edges of the bed. Angel ate her out expertly, from what Avy could tell, as he tongue delved into her ass and found all the right spots that reduced his friend into a sobbing mess. Her back arched and heaved with heavy breaths, one arm shifted back to furiously rub herself as she edged out her release.

Encouraged by this, Avy matched her intensity as he gripped tightly onto Angel’s waist and pulled himself into him. He practically felt her feverish desire for the intense climax she had built up the entire night. Avy felt it with every loud smack, every squeeze of Angel’s inner muscles, and every shared moan between the three of them. When he felt that second orgasm come, he didn’t hold back.

He moaned Angel’s name as he surged forward into his mate. Hot and fast, he painted his insides and rapidly filled the spaces between them. Soon enough, he felt it squeeze between their legs as it overflowed out of him and dripped onto the bed. A moment later, Cherri’s eye clamped shut and an ecstatic scream tore through her as her orgasm rocked through her body. Avy felt Angel shake as he took both their releases; the spider dipped lower to drink his friend’s copious slick while Avy continuously filled him.

Muscles alternated between tensed and relaxed, essences spilled freely to coat the bed in a variety of juices. Their cries of jubilation softly died to silence as they grew weak from the intensity. When they inevitably had their fill, they separated to recover, away from the heat of their bodies.

A healthy amount of semen followed Avy as he removed himself from Angel, who then rolled over to one side of the bed to put space between him and Cherri. The latter simply remained in place, too tired to move. Avy stood at the foot of the bed, teetering on his feet, as he admired the scene before him. His partner, coated in his spend, with even more still distended in his belly, lay tiredly on his side. Then Cherri, her holes thoroughly ravaged before he could even have a turn with her.

For a moment, he thought they were going to call it here. No one looked ready for a third round. But looks were deceiving.

“Woof,” Angel panted, “yer really… backed up, huh? Shit, if it weren’t possible, I’d say you were tryin’ to get me pregnant.”

He propped himself up on an elbow, his other hands rested on the soft bump in his belly where some of Avy still remained. It was a thought the frog had entertained a few times in his head, even if he knew of the impossibility of it, but still it felt good to dream. Even better with the gorgeous sight he had before him. It nearly distracted him from Cherri, who had recovered and moved down the bed to his cum-covered cock.

When he caught her movement from the corner of his eye, he turned, startled, as she took his length in her hand.

“As long as he ain’t tryin’ to knock me up, don’t plan on havin’ kids… ever.”

She dove in before Avy could comment and took his partially softened penis into her mouth. Her tongue worked all around as she sucked the juices off greedily, moaning as she swallowed it all down her throat. Avy matched her tenor, quickly overstimulated from the attention on his sensitive prick. He instinctively reached a hand out to grab her hair and steady himself, feeling his knees buckle from the attention. Cherri got the opposite message, however, and he felt her efforts redouble as she bobbed up and down his length.

When she eventually did pop off him, Avy was fully hard again and ready for one last round. Although his body shook and he panted like a dog, Cherri didn’t seem to care as she rolled onto her back and presented herself for him. She wrapped her arms around the back of her legs, pulling them back to the sides of her head and presenting her winking entrance to the frog.

“Not like it’s possible or anythin’, but just in case you’re going to be filling this hole. I got it all ready for ya anyway.”

Any exhaustion that lingered in him at that moment dissipated immediately, completely reinvigorated by the display before him.

“Si, as you wish,” Avy purred.

He set upon her without hesitation. Just as Angel predicted, when Avy aligned himself with her asshole, he slid in with no resistance. One quick thrust, and he had fully bottomed out inside her. Although still a lot further than the plug had been able to reach.

Cherri felt the difference immediately as she blinked widely up at the ceiling, gasping, “Ho- holy shit! A-ah-”

“Yeah, don’t I know it,” Angel remarked as he watched them, one of his lower arms slowly stroking his twitching cock as he did so.

Avy closed his eyes and let a low grumble loose in his throat. She definitely felt tighter than Angel, despite her efforts to loosen up, clearly inexperienced to anyone as big as him. That said, it didn’t feel uncomfortable. Even as she sporadically squeezed harder around him while she struggled to adjust to his size, it only stimulated Avy more. He felt himself get pulled deeper in with no influence of his own, pressed flush against her plump ass. His hands gripped onto the back of her thighs as he held himself in place; he waited until they were both prepared to continue.

When Cherri gazed back at him with a single, pleading eye, that prompted Avy to move his hips. He started slowly and watched the cyclops carefully for the changes in her expression to tell him how to proceed. His next thrust forced Cherri to stifle a gasp as she bit her lip, her pupil rolling up to the top of her head. The one after that forced a weak mewl from her lips as she returned her attention on him, silently begging for more. He didn’t deny her with the next push as he used it to work into a more steady rhythm. Wet smacks reverberated around the room once more that drew groans from the two lovers. Angel shared in the excitement as he drew his hand faster up and down his sex.

As he made love to her, Avy gazed along Cherri’s body to better appreciate it now that it lay pinned beneath him. Even after her orgasm, her pussy continued to leak with slick that fell along the lengths of her folds to coat Avy’s member as he pumped into her. Sunrise colored hair decorated her crotch in the form of a small flame, the tendrils of which led up along the middle of her belly, where a sizable bump rose and fell into time with his movements. The sight alone made Avy’s cock flex, and subsequently brought another gasp from the woman he embraced.

Higher up, her chest bounced every time they came together; a pale canvas dotted with bright red constellations, Avy could have easily been lost in those stars. Finally he reached her black lips, which had tended to him so lovingly earlier. They hung open loosely to let aborted gasps and harsh sighs fall loosely from her tongue. The X that marked the center of her bloodshot eye seemed to avoid his gaze as he peered tenderly into it.

“Cherri,” Avy gasped, “look at me.”

She seemed to struggle with the command for a moment, but eventually her pupil centered on him. Avy wanted to ask if she enjoyed herself, but the way she looked at him made the question redundant. So instead, he decided to turn up the heat as he lowered himself and pressed deeper into Cherri’s rear.

“Ah, there’s my good girl. A little impatient, but you waited your turn just like I asked.”

“A-ah, fuck, Avy!” Cherri cried, and Avy caught her open mouth with his own.

Another difference he noted immediately between her and Angel, she didn’t fight him as he dipped into her mouth. She submitted entirely to his probing tongue, whining openly into his mouth. Their bodies pressed together, exuding heat and exchanging sweat as the excitement built to a fever pitch. This reflected in Avy’s pace as the muscles in his legs tightened and he pumped harder, edging faster towards his release. In the midst of this, he felt a pair of legs smack onto his shoulders, and he peeked his eyes open to find Cherri had fully relented control to him, her arms now high above her head. Smirking, he pulled away from her, ignoring the pathetic whine that followed as he reached for her ankles. He forced her all the way back until she doubled over herself, then continued his raucous thrusts.

Her whole body shook uncontrollably now, as if she held on by a thread just to keep conscious. Her cries became more guttural, more raw, as Avy fucked her with no more pretense to a kinder touch. He nearly became laser-focused on the sight of this once bratty woman, now a nonsensical mess that came fully undone beneath him, until Angel’s pink and white striped length positioned itself over her face.

Avy looked up to see his partner stood on the other side of the bed, throbbing so violently he appeared ready to burst. Cherri had no choice but to look as he all but blocked her field of view. With the way her head hung off the bed, however, it clicked immediately for the both of them why he came around.

“You finished with that mouth?” Angel asked rhetorically. “Good, cause I ain’t plannin’ on finishin’ in my hand. You mind, babe?”

This time he asked directly, and Cherri responded with an open mouth as she tilted her head back. An answer that pleased Angel greatly as he bent down and slid right in to the base. Surprising to Avy, she didn’t even choke on the way in; she merely offered the typical gags associated with a solid cock as it dipped in and out of one’s throat. Angel readily matched his speed, and Cherri didn’t appear to object as the two of them chased their ends without abandon.

Being able to see Angel take on a more dominant role with his friend got Avy a lot hotter than he had been the whole night. The way he expertly rolled his hips into her loose jaw, hands positioned on the bed and on her chest as he readily fondled her breasts and held himself steady. At the same time Cherri reached behind his legs and pulled him forward, eager to swallow more of him down.

He couldn’t say if it was the residual fumes of alcohol wafting through his brain, if any still remained, but he felt something akin to envy for Cherri’s position. A thought that made him turn to Angel, whose eyes seemed to meet his at nearly the same time. After a beat, they met in the middle in a passionate kiss over their contented toy.

This penultimate moment of intimacy served as the final driving force for all three of their orgasms, as choked and muffled moans shook through their bodies. Cherri squeezed tight around Avy, nearly choking back his load, but he powered through as he unleashed the last of his spend in her sore hole. Her gags intensified, and the moans from Angel as his tongue lashed wildly in Avy’s mouth told him he had followed soon after. A healthy serving of spider milk poured down Cherri’s hungry maw as she drank it all, while her ass continued to clench and empty out the last of Avy’s seed. This caused her gut to expand as wide as Angel’s did during Avy’s second orgasm in nearly half the time, a fact the two men noted as they finally pulled away from one another. Still, it stretched further.

It didn’t take long for it to become too much for her, and despite her efforts excess started to gush from both of her well-worn holes. Cum stained the sheets to a degree that bordered on unsalvageable. Although she sputtered as if drowning in a vast ocean, Angel didn’t pull out. Mainly because Cherri’s fingers dug tracks into his ass that forced him to stay in place. Similarly Avy found it hard to remove himself with the vice grip she had around him. So they continued to pump the last dribbles of their respective loads into the cyclops, teetering on the brink of collapse as they were fully drained.

It wasn’t until small trickles of spend began to leak out of her nose that Angel finally told her off with a smack on her distended belly.

“Alright, Cherri, you’ve had enough! Take a breath!”

He laughed as he stepped back, Cherri finally releasing her grip on him so he could exit from her messy mouth. She coughed a little, small strings of saliva and jizz ringing her mouth, and grinned back at him. Then let out a dull moan as she pressed back against the bed.

“Oh my god, he’s still cumming!!”

The person in question being Avy, who took a few more lackluster pumps before he finally sagged weakly over Cherri. He had certainly contributed more to the load that sat nestled in her belly than Angel had despite their simultaneous release. Even though Cherri expressed her concerns of possible pregnancy, it didn’t seem to matter anyways as the state they left her in was akin to that of someone in their third trimester. Yet another deviant thought that made Avy twitch.

Before he could get too excited again, he looked around the bed for a moment before he found the item he searched for. He released one of Cherri’s legs and grabbed the plug she had worn just for him. Carefully, he pulled out of her, and a small torrent of semen flowed after him before he shoved the plug in place to keep the rest inside. Not that she appeared to change much from the little that spilled out.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Avy breathed, “I just didn’t want to leave any more of a mess.”

Angel laughed at the excuse, twisting around to fall backwards on the bed by Cherri’s side. He glanced at the plug, coated in Avy and Cherri’s mixed juices, and he prodded it absently with a finger, which drew a moan from his friend above him. He smacked her ass in response, then pulled his hand back just as Avy dropped her other leg and laid down beside him.

They looked at each other as Angel said, “Babe, after what we did, they’ll need to hire someone to clean this place up. If they don’t just throw out the bed!”

Avy chuckled. “Then I guess we might as well use it while we still have it, I don’t plan on getting up anytime soon.”

Tilting his head up, Avy spotted one of the two, fortunately unsoiled, pillows, and grabbed one to pull up behind his head. Angel followed suit, and grabbed one just as they heard Cherri groan.

“Me neither, that was… fuck, I won’t be able to sit right for weeks, and fuck right for months.”

While the men laughed openly, Angel sat up and smacked Cherri on her belly with the pillow, gesturing for her to move up with them. Although it was awkward, and it took longer than it would have under normal circumstances, they all eventually found themselves side by side. With Angel in one of Avy’s arms and Cherri in the other, the two soon snored gently on their pillows as sleep finally overwhelmed them. Even though exhaustion overtook his thoroughly bred partners, Avy remained awake a moment longer to let the events of the night fully catch up with him.

He had just had the most incredible sex with two of the sexiest people he knew in Hell, and now they clung to him as they gave into peaceful dreams. Their soft tits provided extra cushion on top of the small pillow he already rested on, while their full bellies fell over him better than any weighted blanket. As he passed his gaze over them one after the other, he couldn’t help but smile. This was definitely something he could get used to, and another part of him seemed to agree as he peered between his legs.

“Ah, patience, mi amigo, there will be another time.”

Of that, he was certain.