Speaker 1: The bedroom door clicked shut behind Zoe, and the sound
of it, that soft, definitive latch, sent a shiver down
my spine before I even opened my eyes. No peeking,
she murmured, her voice close to my ear, her breath
warm against my neck. Jasmine's fingers were already working the
hem of my T shirt, dragging it upward with a
slowness that felt deliberate, torturous. I let them it was
my birthday. They'd been whispering about tonight for weeks, trading
glances over coffee mugs, texting furiously, then going silent when
I walked into the room. All I'd been told was
to wear something easy to take off. The T shirt
cleared my head. Cool air prickled my nipples through my burlette.
Then Jasmine's mouth was on my collarbone, and Zoe's hands,
those long, clever fingers, were unhooking the clasp between my
shoulder blades. We wanted to give you what you really want,
Zoe said, her voice a low rasp. She was behind
me now, her dark skin a gorgeous contrast against my
paler's shoulder as she leaned in the thing you're always
talking about, the thing you can't get enough of my
cheeks flushed. They knew, of course, they knew. After two
years of sharing an apartment, after enough wine drunk confessions
and overheard phone calls, and the time Jasmine had walked
in on me with my vibrator watching that one very
specific category of video, they knew exactly what made my
brain go static. Lie back, Jasmine said, And it wasn't
a suggestion. The comforter was soft against my bare shoulders.
Zoe tugged my leggings off, while Jasmine's red hair curtained
my face. As she bent to kiss me, her tongue
slid against mine, slow, wet and sexy. Somewhere in the
back of my mind, I registered the sound of my
brolette hitting the floor, then my panties. Then Zoe's mouth,
hot and open, closing over my right breast. Fuck me.
My back arched. I couldn't help it. Jasmine pulled back
just enough to speak, You're going to get so much
of it tonight, birthday girl, so much you'll be smelling
it in your hair for days. A sound escaped my throat.
That wasn't quite a word, Jesus, this was hot. Zoe's
tongue circled my nipple while her hand kneaded my other breast.
Jasmine kissed down my sternum, took a over where Zoe
left off, and the two of them worked me over
until I was panting, until my hips were making small,
helpless circles against nothing. My two roommates tongues all over me.
What a sensation. Then the door opened. I lifted my
head and saw a man I didn't recognize. Tall, broad shouldered,
already shirtless, with his belt unbuckled. He was looking at
me the way someone looks at a meal. First course,
Zoe whispered, grinning against my skin. Happy birthday. He crossed
the room in three strides. Jasmine moved aside, and then
he was on me, weight heat, the rough fabric of
his jeans against my bare thighs. His mouth found my neck,
his cock already hard pressed against my hip through his boxers.
She likes it when you talk dirty, Zoe said, from
somewhere to my left. Tell her what you're going to do.
I'm going to fuck you like a whore, the man
said against my ear, his voice rough and matter of fact.
Then I'm going to cover these pretty tits with cum
until they're dripping. My whole body clenched. He spat on
my cunt and pushed inside me. A moment later, no preamble,
and I gasped at the stretch of it. The fullness.
Missionary slow at first, then faster, his eyes fixed on
my face, watching every flicker of expression. Jasmine was beside me,
her hand tracing lazy circles on my stomach, her lips
brushing my temple. Zoe had moved to my other side,
her fingers playing with my nipples. As the man's rhythm
grew more urgent. That's it, Jasmine breathed, You're so pretty
getting fucked, taking it so well. The man's breathing changed, quickened,
and then he pulled out. I watched his hand grip himself,
watched the first hot pulse hit my sternum, white and thick,
then another across my left breast, then a third that
landed near my navel. The sound I made was something
between a moan and a whimper. I groaned in pleasure.
There we go. Zoe purred, and then her hands were
on me, spreading it, rubbing it into my skin in
slow circular motions. Jasmine joined her, their four hands working
the warmth across my tits, my ribs, my stomach, until
I was slick and gleaming under the bedroom lights. More
I heard myself say I want more. The girls smiled.
The second man was already walking through the door. They
came one after another after that, a blur of bodies
and heat, and the particular sound of a belt hitting
the floor. The second man had me rough and covered
me in hot com The third man fucked me harder
than both his fingers, digging into my hips. The fourth
spent ten minutes just watching while I sucked him. His
hand fisted in my hair before he pulled out and
finished across my cheek and chin. Jasmine licked it off
me and kissed me deep, and I tasted all cock
and spunk, and my brain went white noise. The fifth
man couldn't stop groaning. The sixth whispered filth into my
ear the entire time, how good I looked covered in it,
How he'd been thinking about this all week, how he
was going to add his to the mess and make
me even prettier. My body became a canvas of coume.
By the time the seventh man finished across my already
wet tits, a long rope that Zoe immediately began working
into my skin with the heel of her palm. I
had lost count of how many loads I was wearing.
It was everywhere. I was a slicked, greased mess between
my fingers, in the hollow of my throat, cooling in
my navel, and warming again under fresh heat. My hair
was matted with it. At the temples. Jasmine and Zoe
kissed me between each round, their mouths sliding against mine,
their tongues swapping everything they'd licked from my skin. At
one point, Zoe sucked my nipple clean and then spat
it back onto my chest, and Jasmine laughed, and I
laughed too, giddy and drunk on the sheer excess of it.
All eight men. Now The room was full of them,
some standing, some sitting, all all of them watching. The
air smelled like sex and sweat and something sharper, muskier.
I was propped on pillows, my legs spread, my body
a glistening mess that caught the lamplight in ways that
made me look almost lacquered. Jasmine was on my left,
her hand between my legs, two fingers inside me, but
not moving, just holding, just keeping me full while her
thumb grazed my clit with maddening lightness. Zoe was on
my right, licking a long stripe from my hip bone
to my rib cage, gathering everything on her tongue. She
needs one more, Zoe said, lifting her head. Something special.
The last man stepped forward. I hadn't noticed him before,
Quieter than the others, older, maybe, with steady hands, and
a way of looking at me that felt like being red.
Turn her over, he said. They did. Jasmine and Zoe
positioned me on my stomach, a pillow shoved under my
sweaty hips, my ass in the air, my cheek pressed
into the damp sheets. I could smell myself on the fabric,
smell everyone on the fabric. The man's hand spread my cheeks. Lube,
cool and slick, drizzled directly onto my skin. His thumb
worked it in slow circles, and I bit the pillow.
You want this, he asked, up your asshole. Yes, please, yes.
He pushed in slowly, just the head at first, and
I hissed through my teeth at the pressure. The stretch
that was different from everything else tonight, sharper and more consuming,
then deeper, inch by inch until my fingers were clawing
at the sheets, and Jasmine was whispering praise into my hair.
Good girl, take it, take all of it. He fucked
my ass with long, deliberate strokes, and the sensation built
like nothing I'd ever felt. Too much and not enough,
pain blurring into pleasure until I couldn't tell the difference.
His breathing grew ragged, his grip on my hips tightened.
I'm going to come, he said, through clenched teeth, inside you.
The first hot pulse deep in my ass sent a
shock wave through my entire body. My clit untouched suddenly
throbbed in rhythm with it. Another pulse, another spasm, and
I was shaking, shuddering, a moan tearing out of me
that I didn't recognize as my own voice. The orgasm
rolled through me in waves that matched his, My muscles
clenching around him, milking every last drop he pulled out slowly.
I felt the trickle of warmth out of my shithole.
Follow I collapsed onto the sheets, boneless, my skin humming.
Jasmine and Zoe were already moving. Their tongues traced paths
across my thighs, my stomach, my tits. Jasmine's mouth met mine,
and I tasted everything on her lips. Zoe hummed, her
voice thick with satisfaction as she looked down at me,
sprawled and dripping. Jasmine grinned her chin glistening time to
eat birthday cake, and both girls lapped my cum dripping
asshole clean. Fuck. What a day. Happy birthday to me.
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