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Did I really just do that? I just ate semen that dripped out of my pussy! It’s disgusting, but hot as fuck at the same time. I’ve been marked by three guys. They left their deposits in me, like I’m their personal bank.

“Oh my gush,” I murmur, cheeks flushing.

As I shave my legs, more seed continues to ooze from my twat. I wash it away with the shower spray, but it just keeps flowing. How much spunk do three guys have, anyway? I never realized how much they shot out at once. It’s a miracle all three loads fit in there.

Alarm bells start to ring in my head.

Shit. Three guys came in me today, and I’m not on any kind of birth control because I’ve never had to be. Oh shit.

My heart speeds up. I lower myself to the floor so I don’t pass out. How could I have been so stupid? I should know better than to have unprotected sex. Why didn’t I make the guys wear condoms?

You liked how they felt too much, I tell myself. It’s true. Maybe I should make an appointment to get on birth control so I don’t have to worry about it.

I stand back up, panic receding. It’ll be fine. No one ever gets pregnant the first time, anyway. I’m definitely freaking out for no reason.

I take a deep breath. Okay, I’m good. No need to worry.

The guys need to know, though. I’m sure there’s no danger after this one time, but I can’t keep risking it. I’m sure as hell not going to make them wear condoms instead of going bareback, but if I explain the risk, they’ll probably be willing to pull out.

My fingers make their way to my twat on their own. All this thinking about the guys’ rods in me has me all hot and bothered again. I start to finger myself, using their residual seed as lubricant.

I use one hand to brace myself against the shower wall as the other pleasures my still-sore cunt. It doesn’t feel as good as when the guys licked me, or when they entered me, but it’s a close third. It does suck that they’ve pretty much ruined me for masturbation, though. I need them, or thoughts of them, to get me off.

My fourth orgasm of the day starts to build.

“Oh, Tag,” I moan. “Tanner, Trace, you’re all so good.”

I wish they were really here. I might need to bite the bullet and send the first text. If they leave without at least one more romp, I’ll be devastated. I need to feel their huge rods in me one more time.

“Yes,” I cry out, pushing myself over the edge. It was the thought of them filling me up again that did it.

My fingers are covered in my own juices mixed with their virility. I start to lift my hand to the spray of water to rinse off, but I stop myself. I don’t try to taste it this time, either. Instead, I return to my pussy, only I go further back using their fluids as lube.

I dip one finger into my asshole. I’ve never played with myself like this before. It’s weird at first, but the juices on my hand makes it easy to enter my puckered hole.

I add a second finger. It’s a tight fit, but I relax into it, allowing myself to enjoy the sensation.

I move the fingers around, easing myself open. I manage to slip in a third, then a fourth, before it gets to be too much.

What would it feel like to have a cock back there?I wonder. I shiver at the naughtiness. I let the water wash over me, loving this new, sluttier version of myself.

I have the guys to thank, I guess.

Hopefully I can show my appreciation by letting them try new things with me.

14

Trace

The guys and I have been working all day. It’s sad when answering emails becomes a form of entertainment because there’s nothing else to do.

“You know,” Tag says after I’ve answered my millionth email. “We could just go somewhere on our own. We’re not confined to this hotel room.”

Tanner and I shoot him a look.

“When do we ever just go somewhere on our own?”

Tag holds up his hands in surrender.