Traffic Girl - Juliet Ch. 13

My cock was sensitive and aroused after Crystal's long blow job. I knew I wasn't going to last long, particularly after I entered her. The high angle of her pussy created intense friction, even though our interlocking intimate parts were both so slick. I resolved to stave off cumming until Crystal had peaked at least once. It didn't take long. I pierced Crystal's pussy repeatedly and rapidly, using my cock like a spear. The sounds in the room changed as I fucked her. All three girls started circling around in a continuous carousel of orgasmic shrieks. The tangle of sexy female bodies with me raised the temperature of the room and my desire. I felt dirty and knew getting off once wouldn't come close to quenching it.

"I'm gonna cum," I announced. "I want to cover you sluts."

Crystal shot off my cock like a rocket, agilely positioning herself on her back with her legs spread wide next to Jen, giving me unfettered access to both their bodies. Kat refused to budget off Jen's face. I crawled onto the bed, between Crystal and Jen, and kneeled above them as I stroked my desperately hard cock. I had been on edge all day, and I knew this load would be huge. I wanted to admire it. I wanted to mark these girls. With a few final, focused strokes, I pushed my hips up and forward, positioning my cock high. When I came, I let the jets of cum erupt high, shooting up to get the maximum trajectory possible. A few feet away, the first rope splattered above Crystal's pussy lips and up across her tits. She gasped in surprise. A second jet shot from my tip, but this one I pointed toward Jen. It was even more forceful than the first, hitting Jen's tits but also reaching Kat's ass. A trickle of cum trickled down her cheeks, and she turned around in surprise.

"Oh my god!" she cried. "Daddy!"

I was too overpowered by pleasure to even notice her words. I concluded my climax only after another half-dozen artillery shells of cum covered Crystal and Jen. Their faces showed a mixture of shock and awe, and they also started giggling.

"Holy shit," Jen said. "I've never seen any guy cum that much. Not even in porn!"

"This makes me feel like a really, really good slut," Crystal said. "What a reward!"

Jen turned her head toward Kat and flicked out her tongue to lick up the sperm on her ass. Then she looked over at Crystal, and, wordlessly, they got on their knees and started kissing. As they did, they rubbed their tits together. Then pressed their chests together more fully. My reams of cum spread across their skin. Kat crawled across the mattress and took my softened cock into her mouth to clean me off. Crystal and Jen giggled as they reveled in the remarkable cum bath.

"Maybe we should go shower," Crystal suggested.

"Let's hit some blow first," Jen countered.

The girls kissed again then hopped off the bed. Kat gave my cock a final lick and then kissed me. She had a satisfied look on her face, but I could see in her eyes that she was hungry. She needed cock. Crystal and Jen snorted some lines, then disappeared into the bathroom. As the shower came on, Kat helped herself to coke, too, and I followed her.

"Let's go find Jess," I suggested.

We left the bedroom and walked downstairs. What we found was surprising. The throw pillows from the sofas, along with some of their smaller, softer cushions, were on the floor. On top of this makeshift mattress Kat and I found a tangled mess of limbs. Jess was in the middle of it, with Katie, Julie, Nikki, and Rita surrounding her. The five of them were rubbing their hands up and down one another. Their breasts, tipped by erect nipples, teased skin. There were exploratory kisses. I saw Katie holding a plastic baggie containing white powder. She dipped a finger into it and rubbed the powder on her gum. Kat and I approached this beautiful pile of naked bodies.

"What's going on here?" Kat asked.

"I got some really special powdered molly," Jess said dreamily. "We're having a cuddle puddle." She giggled.

"This feels so amazing," Katie said, her hands running across Rita's breasts in a way that betrayed total infatuation with them. I couldn't blame her.

"I feel so warm," Nikki said. The pastor's wife seemed to be watching the words come out of her mouth and dissipate into the air.

"You have to try this," Katie said, holding the baggie out to Kat.

"So gum it and not snort it?" Kat asked, accepting the offer.

"Definitely gum it," Jess said, speaking in an ASMR-style voice and tickling her fingernails over Julie's erect, pastel pink nipples.

Katie dipped her finger in the baggie and rubbed it across her top gums furiously. She repeated the motion again on her bottom gums. Her finger went back a third time, but now she turned to me. I smiled, and she rubbed the powder around my mouth.

"There you go, daddy," she said sweetly.

She kissed me, and we watched Katie and Rita do the same. They kissed for a few seconds but then turned to us. Rita beckoned us with a finger, so Kat and I joined them on the ground. Rita kissed me, then Katie kissed me. And they both kissed Kat.

From that moment, the party took the most remarkable turn. There wasn't any more sex that night for me. We were floating on the cloud of molly, and I was astonished at the drug's ability to stoked an intense desire while also making us feel perfectly content just to touch. It was as if casual, sensual touches were the most satisfying thing in the world. It blew my mind to feel utterly convinced that I could detect the faintest, most subtle differences in the girls' skin. Rita's was smooth, taut, athletic. Kat's was also smooth and athletic, but had a slight extra oily feel to it. Jess was soft, seemingly with a pillow-like quality. Katie's was tight and pulsing, as if I could feel the energy emanating from it. Nikki's felt like lotion, Julie's like the fleshy representation of porcelain.

The next thing I knew, the sun was coming up, and we were still in this blissful state of touch. It was humbling, confusing, and delightful all at the same time. The bulk of the night had been spent essentially edging one another. Yet it was as deeply satisfying that something was more debauched and raunchy. This was intimate. It felt good. It felt like home.

The thought activated my mind. I started to question how feasible splitting time between California and Houston was. What was in the best interests of all of us, long-term? Was it too stressful on our relationships to bifurcate our living arrangements? Would stability be a better choice? These were questions I couldn't answer, at least not alone.

I felt Kat touch my leg, her fingers soft and exploratory. Then I felt Rita touch my chest, feeling the adoration in her hand. And then Jess stroked my face, almost tickling me with her fingernails. I might not have had answers yet, but I knew this feeling was one I didn't ever want to let go of.