By now we had a three-way link going, and it was full of hunger. I hungered for a hard shaft in my famished pussy, and each of the men hungered to bury one there. Finally none of us could take it any more, and we got busy peeling both of them out of what little clothing they wore.
Then Tanaka was on his back and I was moving to straddle his hips. His cock was not as long as Radm's, but it was thick, and I shuddered at the sensation of it sliding into me, a solid length of strength and hardness.
And thanks to the link, I simultaneously seemed to be the owner of that cock.
I groaned at the creamy heat clamping around his shaft, the thickness that filled my aching belly. The double pleasure almost made me come right then, but using my comp, I managed to control it. I knew that if I came, my ecstasy in the link would send the men over, too. And we all wanted things to last a little longer than that.
I began to slowly jog on top of Tanaka, my hands riding the hard ridges of his chest, his cupping my thighs, palms warm and rough against my flesh. Each stroke made me whine at the almost unendurable pleasure. Mine and his.
Looking up, I saw Radm watching us, his expression uncertain. My silent call made him smile, and he moved to kneel by Tanaka's shoulder. I bent to take him into my mouth, tracing my tongue around the sweet plum crown of his cock. Tanaka caught my round buns in his hands and began hunch upward, each thrust and release moving my mouth up and down the length of Radm's shaft.
The link was wide open now, and it seemed we were fusing, as if I were sucking my own cock and riding my own hips, a wild kaleidoscope of sensation more intense than anything I'd ever felt. Fragments of thought spun through my mind, but I couldn't tell who was thinking them--and to tell the truth, I didn't care. Our mutual orgasm was building, too hot and fierce for anybody's control.
It hit in a starburst of hot mouths and hardness and wet cunt squeezing, hitting all three of us at the same time, each of us feeling the others, the others feeling us feeling them, a searing feedback explosion that cut off thought and identity and drowned them in such pleasure you didn't miss them at all.
Come.
And gone. For the first time in my life, I got knocked cold by an orgasm.
I came to in my own head--and a lonely place it was, too. I almost ordered the comp to institute another deeplink, but managed to stop myself; links are dangerous stuff, more addictive than any Steel Trap ever made.
Both my mates were coming around, bleary, sweating skin hot under my hands, muscled arms curled around me, softening cocks falling away. Groans and whimpers as stiff muscles protested.
I heard a sound and looked up, blinking like a bat at daybreak. The Senator was standing beside the bed, tucking a pale and shriveled cock into his neat gray trousers. He leered at me. "Well, I certainly got my money's worth." Flipping three Steel Trap drugpatches on the bed, he turned and walked out.
We watched him go, gaping, having forgotten that the sonofabitch was there. As the door snapped closed behind him, Radm snarled, "To hell with this shit. Let's go over the wall. We've got enough evidence to fry these bastards, we don't need any more. We'll just hole up at the
IBCI's headquarters in this town and thumb our noses at 'em."
"It is still two days before the ship comes for us," Tanaka pointed out.
Radm gave me a hot look. "Who cares? I'm sure we'll find SOMETHING to do..."
***
With our skills, escaping the Dome was no problem, though several Dome guards probably needed regen afterwards. They got off lightly, though; Radm was all for shoving a neural probe up somebody's ass, and it was all we could do to stop him.
Of course, the really priceless moment was when we arrived at the local headquarters of the Interstellar Bureau of Criminal Investigation--and the female agent at the desk got an eyeful of Radm's calfskin jockstrap...
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