Venus School of Sex Ch. 19

Slamming harder, Mr. Fire felt Jessica's body quiver and he wrapped an arm around her hips, leaning forward so that his body pressed the butt plug deeper, and he felt her pussy convulse as she began to writhe beneath him. Stars burst before her eyes, she couldn't see, she couldn't think, she was screaming her pleasure around Mr. Flood's softening cock. Fingers pulled at her nipples, twisting, prolonging the intensity as her body exploded with ecstasy. Something inside of her swelled, and she expanded with him, writhing and gasping as fluid gushed into her body from the other side. Everything seemed to meet in the middle and blaze outward, rocking through her until she couldn't take anymore.

Hanging weakly in Mr. Fire's arms, Jessica moaned, taking in deep breaths of air.

"Good girl," Mr. Flood said, helping Fire turn her over onto their side. Mr. Fire spooned her from behind as Mr. Flood lay down beside them, stretching his body out along Jessica's front and facing her. Hands stroked down her sides as she came down from the incredible high, feeling weak and satiated. It wasn't until Mr. Flood kissed her, oh so gently, that she realized she was still whimpering. Her body quivered as small quakes shook her foundations, rattling around inside of her as the men stroked and soothed her with their gentle hands and gentle kisses. Mr. Fire softened inside of her and fell out, leaving her feeling somewhat empty... except for the butt plug of course.

But how could she feel truly empty with these two wonderful men on either side of her, petting her, coaxing her to relax, to settle. They filled her up with emotion that she wished she didn't have, kept her warm and safe, snugly between them. Jessica sighed and closed her eyes, snuggling into them.

*****

Justin carried Jessica back to her room, sound asleep with her head cradled against his chest, as Chris opened the doors for him. Laying her gently on her bed, he tucked the sheets around her. The Ménage class had completely overwhelmed her - overwhelmed all three of them in fact. He and Chris had been teaching that class for a long time, but he couldn't remember them ever having a session quite like that.

Both of them stood over her, watching her sleep, brown curls laid out on the pillow, a sweetly satisfied smile on her beautiful face. She looked like an angel. He glanced at Chris. Neither of them wanted to leave.

"We can't stay here," he said, voice tense.

"I know."

Neither of them were happy about it.