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In the beginning, Rumi figured it was just first-time jitters. When Zoey and Mira found out about her… Demon anatomy? They were curious.
Well. Zoey was a little more than curious. Considering how quickly Zoey's mouth was on her cock, mouthing at her through the fabric of her boxers.
Mira watched, amused, as she sat next to Rumi on the sofa. Her hand was on her face, cupping her cheek. She'd been kissing her rather sweetly when Rumi felt Zoey brace herself on Rumi's thighs as she sank to her knees in front of her.
"Can I suck it, Rumi? Please? I promise it'll feel good."
Rumi laughed nervously. "I'm not worried it won't feel good. I'm just worried I'll, um. That I'll, you know…"
"Come?" Mira asked, looking at her with a small smile.
"Y-yeah," Rumi mumbled.
"That's okay, Rumi, like—we want you to come. That's kind of the point."
"Right. But what if it's… Too fast?"
Zoey shrugged. "How fast could it be?"
When Rumi blew her load in Zoey's mouth about two minutes later, she made a surprised sound. She swallowed as much as she could, pulling away, coughing as a few more spurts of come shot out of the end of Rumi's dick.
"Sorry, Zo! I'm so sorry. I just had a feeling I wasn't going to last, but—"
"It's okay!" Zoey said, wiping her mouth. "That's totally normal."
"Yeah, don't worry about it, Rumi," Mira reassured her. She kissed her. "You can get hard again, right?"
Rumi nodded.
Zoey climbed up onto the sofa next to them and cuddled up to Rumi. "Can I ride you next?"
"Oh, uh, sure. If you two want to keep going?"
"I know I do," Mira murmured, kissing Rumi's neck.
Zoey joined her, nipping at Rumi's earlobe. She moaned softly as she felt the blood return to her spent cock, twitching as it grew to full size again.
"That was quick," Zoey purred in her ear. "Ready for me?"
"Uh-huh," Rumi mumbled.
Zoey stood, pulling off her shorts and panties. She climbed onto the sofa, hovering over Rumi, before reaching down and lining up her cock with her entrance. She was so warm and wet as she slid down Rumi's length. She immediately found herself fighting off another orgasm.
"Oh, unnie, you're filling me so good," Zoey gasped. She ground back and forth before putting her hands on Rumi's shoulders. She leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "I'm going to ride you until I squirt on your cock."
Rumi gasped, bucking upwards just at the thought of it, imagining Zoey squirting around her and then—Then she was—
"Oh fuck!" Rumi felt herself unload inside Zoey. "Shit. Oh my God. I'm sorry."
"Did you just come?" Zoey looked genuinely surprised.
"Y-yes. Sorry. I was just thinking about what you said and… You felt so good on my dick, I just… I couldn't hold it." She covered her face with her hands.
"Do you… Want me to get off of you?"
"Um. Maybe…"
Zoey lifted herself up, and a fat glob of come leaked out, sliding down onto Rumi's soft cock.
"I'm sorry," Rumi mumbled. "I wanted to fuck you."
"It's okay, Rumi. We can try again."
"Don't worry about it," Mira said, kissing her cheek.
So they tried again. Rumi fucking Zoey from behind. She came in two minutes, groaning.
Mira gave it a shot, jerking her off at first. She lasted ninety seconds before she was panting, come spurting from the end of her cock.
Then she fucked Mira missionary style. She lasted the longest that time. Two minutes and thirty seconds until she dropped her head to Mira's chest, gasping, pumping a load deep inside her.
When she had come five times, Rumi was starting to feel exhausted. Mira and Zoey were exchanging curious glances.
"I don't know if I can go again," Rumi mumbled, slightly pitiful. "I'm sorry. I feel like there's something wrong with me."
"There's nothing wrong with you," Mira said, quickly. She kissed her cheek.
"But… I can't fuck you if I can't last. I want to make you feel good."
"I mean, there are other ways to do that," Mira said with a smirk.
"Yeah, unnie. Why don't you clean us up?"
Rumi flushed. "Like… What I left in you?"
"Yeah," Zoey replied, spreading her legs. "I'd love to come in your mouth."
"Okay. Yeah. I want to make you both come."
Rumi was nervous as she settled between Zoey's legs. She parted her lips with her tongue, and Zoey shuddered. She could taste herself between her folds, and as she lapped at Zoey's entrance, more of her come leaked out.
Above her, Zoey was whimpering. Rumi moved back up to her clit, wrapping her lips around it before sucking. "Fuck, Rumi. That feels so good." Rumi hummed around her, teasing her with her tongue.
"I want a turn," Mira insisted, gently pulling Rumi away from Zoey. Her legs were spread as well, her cunt wet and open. Rumi turned and got between her legs, sliding her tongue over Mira's clit. "Can I have your fingers, too, Rumi?"
Rumi added two fingers, come sliding out of Mira's cunt as she pumped in and out. While she was busy with Mira, Zoey grabbed her other arm, putting her hand between her legs. Rumi pushed her fingers back inside, fucking them both with the same rhythm.
Above her, Mira leaned over and kissed Zoey, tongue slipping into her mouth. She reached down and teased her clit as Rumi fingered her. They were panting and whining into each other's mouths as their orgasms got closer, and Rumi could actually feel her cock stir, just slightly, despite everything. She redoubled her efforts, sucking Mira's clit until she had to break her kiss with Zoey to moan, desperate, her thighs trembling around Rumi's head.
"Rumi, baby, please don't stop," Mira pleaded, legs closing around her. Rumi kept going, alternating sucking her clit and swiping her tongue quickly back and forth until she was crying out, cunt throbbing, clenching around her fingers.
At the same time, she felt Zoey flutter, Mira still teasing her clit, as she moaned, desperate. Rumi quickly returned to Zoey, putting her mouth on her, teasing her entrance with her tongue and her clit with her fingertips as Mira kissed her, massaging her chest. Zoey started to tremble, and Rumi slipped two fingers inside her again, moving quickly until she pulled away from Mira, gasping, keening as she came.
Rumi crawled back onto the sofa, collapsing between them. They curled towards her, caressing her. Mira nuzzled against the side of her neck.
She would last longer next time, Rumi assured herself.
—
That night, as Rumi cuddled Mira in bed, she mused, "I think we need a system."
"You always think that." Rumi giggled, nuzzling her stomach.
Mira ran her fingers through Rumi's hair, and she hummed happily. "We can experiment. Record the results. Figure out what helps. It's the scientific method."
"Use the scientific method to help me not come so fast?"
"Pretty much," Mira said with a shrug.
"I've heard worse ideas." Rumi turned, placing her cheek on Mira's stomach, looking up at her. "I do want to be able to last longer. For you both."
"That could be nice," Mira murmured. "I think you're perfect either way, though."
Rumi buried her face in Mira's stomach. "Mira," she murmured, voice muffled.
"Rumi," Mira teased.
"I love you," Rumi said into her stomach.
"What's that?"
Rumi picked her head up. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
—
The next morning, Rumi woke up on her back next to Mira's sleeping form. As she stretched and yawned, she noticed she was a little hard. Not uncommon for her in the morning. She ignored it, cuddling up to Mira.
"Mm, good morning, baby," Mira hummed, her voice raspy with sleep.
"Morning, my love." Rumi kissed her bare shoulder.
"I see you're not the only one up," Mira murmured, eyes drifting down to her tented boxers. Rumi huffed, amused.
"Yeah. Waking up in bed next to your beautiful girlfriend does that to you."
"Does it now?" Mira asked. She rolled over onto her side, facing Rumi. Slowly, she slid her hand across Rumi's stomach and down to the waistband of her boxers.
Rumi felt the blood rush to her cock in anticipation. "Mira… Are you sure?"
"Always sure." Mira slipped her hand under the waistband and gripped her cock. Rumi hissed at the sensation.
"Oh fuck," Rumi whined as Mira started to stroke her.
"One rule for this experiment. You have to tell me when you're about to come. Okay?"
Rumi nodded, frantic. "Okay, okay."
Mira started to jerk her faster. She pulled her hand away for a moment, spitting into her palm, before taking hold of her again.
"Ahh—Mira, baby," Rumi squirmed, moving her legs up and down, trying to distract herself, trying not to come.
Leaning over her cock, Mira spit directly onto the head. Rumi watched the thread of her saliva drip down, and she knew she was about to blow. "Stop!" Rumi shouted.
Mira stopped immediately. Rumi's cock twitched, precome dribbled. But she didn't come.
Watching her face, Mira started again. She jerked her at a punishing pace, the slick sound of her hand on Rumi's cock filling the quiet room. Rumi immediately felt close again. "Stop!"
Mira let go. The feeling was a strange blend of ecstasy and agony. Her cock throbbed, bouncing, her hips thrusting against nothing.
"This is good, Rumi. You're doing well. Now if you—"
At that moment, Zoey knocked on the door to Mira's bedroom.
"Come in, Zo!" Mira called.
Rumi panicked. "Shouldn't we—"
"Good morn—Oh my God!"
"Hi, Zoey," Mira cooed.
"Mira!" Zoey looked scandalized. "It is eight o'clock in the damn morning."
"I've already clocked in."
Zoey laughed. "Very funny. So, can I join or…?"
"Obviously," Mira huffed. "Get over here."
Zoey joined them in the bed, grinning.
"I've started a research project," Mira said, still holding Rumi's very hard, very hot cock in her hand. Rumi whined. "I'll tell you the short version. We're figuring out a way to make Rumi not come so fast."
"Mira," Rumi whined.
"Right now, I'm jerking her until she tells me she's close, then I stop."
"So like edging."
"Yeah, but for a purpose."
"What's edging?" Rumi asked.
"Nothing," Mira and Zoey said in unison.
"Hmph."
Mira started moving her hand again, slowly building speed. Zoey scooted closer, spitting on Rumi's cock with a long, thick string of saliva.
"C-close!" Rumi shouted. But Mira didn't stop fast enough.
"No, no, no," Rumi groaned, trying hard to hold back. But it was too late. A shot of come spurted out of her cock, followed by a few leakier pulses. Her cock twitched, desperate for some friction or stimulation. "Please, please. Mira? Zoey?"
"We can't, Rumi," Mira said, gently, stroking her thigh. "You won't learn to hold back if we do. If you can get hard again, Zoey will let you fuck her."
"Really?" Rumi whimpered.
Zoey nodded. "Yeah, you can even come in me. But only if you can last five minutes."
"Oh God. Okay. I want that. I don't… I don't think I'm going to go soft."
"Mmm, I kind of want to clean you up first, unnie." Zoey scooted closer, her face dangerously close to Rumi's cock. "Can I? You won't come, right?"
Rumi shook her head. "No, I won't, I promise." She wanted it to be true.
Zoey carefully, gently licked her, scooping up her come with her tongue. She cleaned her shaft, the base of her cock, and her balls. Rumi trembled, holding back as best she could. Then Zoey put her mouth around her head and sucked, hard.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Zoey!" Her second orgasm struck like lightning, flooding Zoey's mouth. But she kept sucking, swallowing each spurt as it came.
"Zoey," Mira scolded. "You should've pulled off."
Zoey was still draining her, massaging her balls like she was trying get every drop. After another minute, she pulled off, gasping. "Sorry, Mira. Her come just tastes so good."
"Yeah, yeah," Mira grumbled.
"Fuck, Zoey. I'm sorry. I really tried not to come."
"It's okay, unnie. I liked it. Should we keep going?"
"Yeah. Okay. I can keep going," Rumi said, voice shaking just a bit.
Mira was kissing Zoey's thighs as Rumi watched, pulling her pants down. She started to eat her out, fingers slipping inside. Rumi stared, her cock stirring to life.
"Oh, Mira, baby," Zoey moaned as she whipped her tongue back and forth across Zoey's clit.
"You've already eaten a lot of come this morning. Time for me to eat yours," Mira purred.
"You two look so good," Rumi whined, stroking herself to full size.
"I wanna take you in my throat," Zoey said, eyes sparkling as she looked at Rumi.
"Fuck. Are you sure?"
"She's fine, she's done it before," Mira said, still fingering her.
"What? When?"
"Sometimes I suck Mira's strap," Zoey mumbled, whimpering when Mira gave her a few quick thrusts.
Rumi's cock bobbed just at the thought.
"Go stand next to the edge of the bed, Rumi," Mira said. She slipped her fingers out of Zoey, and she whined. "Zoey, lean your head over the edge."
Rumi got into position, as did Zoey. She looked up at Rumi and grinned. "You're gonna like this, unnie." Rumi giggled nervously.
Mira crawled between Zoey's legs, kissing her cunt and lapping at her noisily. "Zoey, baby. You taste so good."
"Mira," Zoey keened, distracted.
Rumi stood watching until Zoey turned to look up at her again.
"Put your cock in my mouth, Rumi."
Zoey's lips parted, and she tipped her head back. Rumi swallowed, nervous, but pushed her way into Zoey's mouth.
"Keep going," Mira said, before returning her tongue to Zoey's cunt.
Rumi bottomed out, watching with fierce fascination as Zoey's throat moved, bulging with her cock. "Holy fuck."
"Now fuck her throat, Rumi."
Zoey moaned.
Rumi started slowly at first, afraid of hurting her. The visible movement of her cock inside Zoey's neck was making her feel crazy. Zoey tapped her thigh after a minute or two.
"That means pull out," Mira said.
Rumi pulled back, the loss of pressure on her cock making her whine. Zoey coughed, heavy strands of spit trailing off her lips.
"So fucking good," Zoey rasped. "Do it again."
Rumi pushed inside, holding Zoey's throat as she did, feeling herself moving. She started fucking her more quickly, ignoring her nerves. She could feel her balls slapping against Zoey's nose, the sensation of her cock underneath her hand on her throat. Zoey tapped her thigh again, and she pulled out, long, thick strands of saliva trailing from her shaft to Zoey's mouth. Zoey gasped, breathing heavily.
"Are you sure this is okay, Zoey?"
She whimpered as Mira continued to lap at her, fingers thrusting inside. "Uh-huh, it's good. I just—ahh—have to take breaks to breathe, unfortunately. Ready again!"
Rumi slid her cock back inside, plunging into Zoey's throat. She wasn't going to last much longer. As soon as she started fucking her again, she felt her orgasm rapidly approaching. "Gonna come!" Rumi choked out. Zoey moaned around her cock, and that tipped her over the edge, emptying herself in Zoey's throat. She pulled out, come still spurting, painting Zoey's face.
"Mira!" Zoey choked out as soon as her mouth was free again. Rumi watched as Mira ate her, tongue lashing back and forth as she pounded her with her fingers. "Gonna come!" Zoey keened, back arching as she gushed on Mira's face, gasping.
"Fuck, Zoey. You're so sexy…" Rumi mumbled in awe.
"She knows," Mira purred, kissing her cunt again.
Zoey just moaned, melting into a puddle.
"Rumi," Mira said, almost plaintive. "Can I ride you next?"
"Y-yeah. You haven't come this whole time; you deserve a turn. And I'm still pretty hard."
Mira grinned. She grabbed Rumi's arm and pulled her back into the bed. She sat against the headboard, Mira hovering over her. She lined them up and slowly slid down onto Rumi's cock, making them both moan.
Mira touched her own chest, tweaking her nipples, tipping her head back. She ground down on Rumi as she touched her chest. "Rumi, baby. You feel so good."
"Fuck, Mira. I love when you ride me like this."
"You're doing such a good job for me. Lasting so long for me. For both of us."
Rumi whimpered, keening at the praise. "I want to be good for you. Want to make you come first." She reached down and wet her thumb with the slick that was dripping out of Mira onto her crotch and stroked her clit with it.
"God, yeah, just like that. Just like that, Rumi, oh fuck!"
"Are you gonna come for me, Mira?"
Mira whimpered, tipping her head back, her lips trembling. Rumi loved the way Mira got right before she came. Reduced to a total mess.
"I think you are. I think you're about to come—" Rumi slammed her hips up with every other word, "On my big—hard—cock!"
Mira clamped down on her with a stuttering gasp, rutting desperately against her, milking her, until—
"Oh God," Rumi choked out, her eyes rolling back as she felt herself unload inside Mira's still fluttering cunt.
"That was amazing," Mira slurred, face buried in Rumi's neck.
—
A few days later, Rumi was in the kitchen when she started getting hard. She had been thinking about eating Zoey out on the counter and how she had squirted so much that she had soaked the collar of Rumi's shirt.
She figured it couldn't hurt to see what Zoey was up to in he room.
When she came in, she didn't bother hiding her erection. She walked over to where Zoey was sitting at her computer chair, playing games with her headphones on. Feeling cheeky, Rumi stepped up and put one hand on Zoey's left shoulder and her hard cock on the other.
Zoey spun around immediately, pulling her headset off. "Hi, baby," she cooed. "Looks like you could use some help, huh?"
"Maybe," Rumi said, suddenly shy.
Zoey leaned forward and kissed Rumi's cock through her sweatpants. "Mmm, I have some ideas. Lie down in my bed. Pants off. I'll be right there."
Rumi did as she asked, waiting patiently for Zoey to come and join her. When she did, she crawled over her, briefly teasing her, grinding down on her erection with her panties still on.
"Your cock is so hard for me, unnie," Zoey preened.
"I was thinking about you squirting on me, and it got like this," Rumi mumbled, mildly embarrassed.
"You like making me squirt, don't you?"
"Uh-huh," Rumi said, biting her lip.
Zoey sat back and started to stroke her. "You can fuck me however you want, you just can't come until I say so."
Rumi nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I can do that."
"You can last?" Zoey started stroking her, slowly, gripping her so tightly it was almost painful.
"I won't come, I promise."
Zoey continued to stroke her. She leaned forward and spit on her cock head, sliding her hand up into her saliva and then back down her shaft. She shifted her hips a bit, but kept steady. She was holding it back. She could do this.
"Do you mind if I take off my bra?" Zoey asked, swiping her thumb across Rumi's frenulum and making her squirm.
"No, that's fine. You should be comfortable."
"Aww, thanks, Rumi." Zoey let her go, and she huffed, cock twitching. She quickly unfastened her bra and tossed it to the floor.
Rumi loved Zoey's breasts. The way they tasted, the way they felt in her hands, and the sounds Zoey made when she squeezed them. This "practice session" was about to get a lot more difficult. Zoey's breasts gently bounced as she started stroking Rumi again. She couldn't tear her eyes away.
"You wanna touch them, unnie? I know how much you like them." She pushed her breasts together with her arms, wiggling back and forth, teasing her. Rumi whined. "C'mon, Rumi. I know you want to." She reached out and grabbed one of Rumi's hands, putting it on her chest.
"Oh God," Rumi moaned. The second her hand touched Zoey's breast, she felt her dick throb and a little rush of precome pool on the tip.
"Are you gonna come on my tits, Rumi? You can't hold it so you can fuck me, huh?"
Rumi groaned, trying desperately to hold back. She could see a single drop of come sitting on the tip of her cock, just enough that it oozed out. Zoey kept stroking her and encouraging her to caress her chest with her free hand.
"Oh, unnie, it feels so good when you play with my tits like this. Love your hands on me. Pinching my nipples. Ugh, it's almost enough to make me come."
"Oh God," Rumi moaned, trying not to think about Zoey coming untouched as she sucked her nipples.
Zoey let go of her cock, and Rumi let out a gasping breath, relieved for a moment. But then she leaned forward and put her breasts on either side of Rumi's cock.
"W-what are you doing?" Rumi asked.
"I'm going to jerk you off with my tits," Zoey said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"What?" Rumi squeaked. But Zoey had already started. She was bouncing her breasts up and down, Rumi's cock pressed between them. Her skin was silky smooth, but she tipped her head down and spit on Rumi's cock anyway. Rumi's hands had fallen away from Zoey's breasts when she started moving them over her cock, and now she had the sheets in a vice grip.
"Oh, baby, your cock feels so good fucking me like this," Zoey cooed. Rumi moaned, precome streaming from the tip of her dick. "Is this going to make you come, unnie?"
Rumi shook her head. "N-no, I still want to f-fuck you."
"You're trying so hard, unnie, I'm proud of you." Zoey spit onto her cock again and redoubled her efforts, jerking her breasts rapidly up and down. "You're so hard, Rumi, are you sure you're not going to shoot your load all over me?"
Rumi cried brokenly. "Oh fuck, Zoey, please. Please don't talk like that."
"Like what, baby? Asking if you're gonna come?"
"Y-yes. It's… it makes it harder," Rumi panted.
"But what if I want you to? What if I want you to come all over me? Mark me?"
"Fuck!" Rumi wrenched her eyes shut, tipping her head back.
"I don't think you're going to last, Rumi unnie. You're leaking so much."
Rumi keened, squeezing her thighs together, desperately holding.
"I kind of want to taste it. Your precome is so nice."
"Zoey, no, please!"
All she could do was watch in horror as Zoey leaned down, her tongue sliding out from between her lips to lap at Rumi's sensitive, dripping cock head.
It was all over. Rumi swore before moaning loudly as her orgasm tore through her. The first shot hit Zoey's lips before she covered Rumi with her mouth, sucking her as she continued to bounce her breasts around her. Rumi came and came and came. A mix of saliva and come slid down her cock as Zoey struggled to swallow it all.
Rumi collapsed onto her back.
Zoey climbed up to cuddle her. "You're doing really well, Rumi. I honestly can't believe you lasted that long. That almost made me come."
Rumi was still breathing heavily. "Thanks, Zo," she panted.
—
A few days later, they had all been making out in Rumi's bed when Zoey blurted out that she wanted Rumi to fuck her. But not in her cunt.
"You want me to fuck you in your… Your ass?" Rumi flushed.
"It's fine, I've done it before," Zoey said dismissively.
"What? Really? With Mira?"
Zoey bit her lip. "Yeah."
"When did you two find the time to do these things?" Rumi marvelled.
"When you were hiding in your room," Mira said with a shrug.
Rumi frowned. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, my love," Mira murmured, leaning over to kiss her cheek. "And you don't have to fuck Zoey's ass if you don't want to."
"Hey!" Zoey protested.
"I mean, I know I don't have to do any of this," Rumi said, shrugging. "I like doing it with you. Both of you."
"What about this?" Mira asked, running her fingers along Zoey's thigh. "I wear the strap and fuck Zoey in the ass. Rumi, you fuck her in the cunt."
"As simple as that, huh?" Zoey asked, giggling. "You're like our sex stage director."
Mira laughed.
Rumi was still mystified, thinking about being inside Zoey at the same time as Mira.
Mira got up and left the room to retrieve her strap. Rumi kissed Zoey some more, lightly petting her. "Want me to get you ready?" Rumi asked.
"Mmm, please. Mouth and fingers?"
Rumi nodded. She kissed her way down Zoey's front, sliding between her legs. She spread her apart with her fingers before licking her from entrance to clit and back down. Zoey whined.
"Suck my clit, Rumi, please," Zoey keened.
Happy to oblige, Rumi sealed her lips around Zoey's already flushed and firm clit. She sucked her lightly at first, slowly building pressure.
"Baby," Zoey whimpered, pushing up into Rumi's mouth.
"I leave for one minute, and you're about to make Zoey come," Mira said, amused as she came back into the room wearing her strap.
Rumi started to pull off, but Zoey stopped her. "She's right, Rumi," Zoey panted. "Don't stop, I'm gonna come."
Rumi hummed happily before pushing two fingers inside Zoey, pounding her quickly as she sucked her clit.
"Oh God, oh fuck!" Zoey throbbed on Rumi's tongue and gushed around her fingers. Rumi kept sucking until she pushed her off, hissing. "Okay," she gasped. "I'm ready to take both of you."
"That's my girl," Mira growled. She was lubing the strap, stroking it. Rumi watched with interest, thinking about what it would be like for Mira to fuck her in the ass. She blinked.
Zoey rolled onto her side, and Mira slipped in behind her. "Ass first," Zoey breathed.
Mira nodded, working her open with her lune slicked fingers. Rumi teased her clit with the head of her cock until Zoey was trembling. "We should do this more often," Mira said, lining Zoey up. "Rumi got you ready so fast."
Rumi felt strangely proud. She watched Zoey's face as Mira pushed the strap inside her, her eyelids fluttering.
"Mira," Zoey gasped. "Your strap feels so fucking huge in my ass." She whined, pushing backwards a bit.
"Can I put it in?" Rumi asked, lining herself up with Zoey's cunt.
"Yeah, baby," Zoey breathed. "Go slow."
Rumi pushed slowly inside Zoey, ignoring the desire to flood her immediately. She buried herself to the hilt, making them both moan.
They both started fucking her, slowly at first. Zoey was making so many sounds. Some of them made Rumi a little concerned, but Zoey reassured them it was fine.
Mira kissed her, tongue slipping into her mouth. Rumi moaned against her lips. The feeling of Zoey's cunt fluttering around her and Mira's tongue in her mouth was pushing her closer to the edge. Zoey's constant babbling wasn't helping either.
"I'm gonna come again," Zoey whimpered, as if on cue. "Oh God!" She whined loudly, legs shaking violently.
"You come so hard with a cock in your ass, don't you, Zo?" Mira growled.
"Only yours," Zoey gasped, gushing. Rumi's cock was soaked, liquid dripping down her balls.
"You haven't come yet, have you, Rumi?" Mira panted.
Rumi shook her head.
"Wow! You're—oh fuck, Mira—you're getting so good at lasting, Rumi!"
"Thanks," Rumi mumbled, feeling almost shy.
"I want you to fuck me next, Rumi," Mira said, panting as she slammed into Zoey.
Rumi was only thrusting occasionally, distracted by how hard Mira was fucking Zoey.
"Somebody touch my clit, please," Zoey whined.
"I've got you," Mira purred, reaching around and moving her fingers quickly back and forth across Zoey's clit and her soaking folds.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Zoey all but screamed as she came again, squirting so hard that Rumi pulled out, liquid spraying on her cock and crotch.
"Damn," Mira panted.
"I need a break," Zoey gasped.
"You okay, Zoey?" Rumi asked, cupping her cheek.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just… Three is my max right now, I think." She gasped again when Mira pulled out.
"You did good, Zoey," Mira murmured, kissing her cheek. "You should relax."
"Yeah. Yeah… I will. You two… keep going." Zoey crawled over to the other side of the bed and collapsed, spent.
Mira smiled at Rumi, pulling her close. "Hi, baby."
"Hi, Jagiya," Rumi hummed. "Still want me to fuck you?"
"Hell yes." Mira made quick work of her harness and strap, tossing them aside. She reached down and stroked Rumi's cock. "God, you're fucking soaked from Zoey squirting all over you."
"Yeah," Rumi said, shivering as Mira jerked her.
"I want it inside me," Mira murmured, kissing her.
Rumi climbed over her, kissing her lips. Mira lined them up, and Rumi pushed inside. She moaned as she bottomed out. Mira was so deep and tight. She fit Rumi so perfectly.
"I won't last, Mira," Rumi mumbled. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize, baby. You fucked Zoey through three orgasms, and it's been like half an hour. You can come. I want you to."
"Mira," Rumi whined. She leaned down and kissed her, thrusting into her. She was right on the edge—she had been for so long. The slick feeling of Zoey's squirt, the way Mira was gripping her. "Gonna come, gonna—fill you. Do you w-want it?"
"Fuck," Mira growled. "You know I do. Fucking come in me, Rumi."
Rumi dropped her head to Mira's chest and groaned as she emptied herself inside. She kept fucking it into her until she went soft. When she did, she pushed herself up, fighting through the wave of exhaustion. She moved backwards, getting between Mira's legs, putting her lips around her clit and sucking.
"Fuck, Rumi, holy—fucking—d-don't stop, suck me, please, oh fuck!" Mira throbbed beneath her tongue. Rumi held her in her mouth until she stopped pulsing, pulling off her with a soft pop. "Come up here," Mira mumbled, gripping her shoulder.
Rumi crawled to the top of the bed, collapsing between Mira and Zoey. Zoey was fast asleep, a blanket tossed over her. "Is she okay?"
"Oh yeah, she's fine," Mira said softly, pulling Rumi close. "She gets like this when she's all fucked out. She'll wake up later and eat her weight in kimbap."
—
The next morning, Rumi woke up in Mira's bed.
"Good morning, baby," Mira purred.
"Morning," Rumi murmured, nuzzling the back of her neck. She shifted a bit, pressing herself against Mira's back.
"Oh," Mira murmured. "I can feel you back there."
"Yeah," Rumi said quietly. "Sometimes it gets like that in the morning."
"Want to have a little practice session?"
Rumi grinned, burying her face in Mira's shoulder. "Okay. If you don't mind."
"I never mind with you."
Rumi sighed, happily. "I like these underwear," she said, kissing Mira's shoulder as she ran a finger under the waistband of her thong.
"I thought you might." Mira pushed back against her, Rumi's cock sliding between her ass cheeks.
Rumi pushed the waistband of her boxers down, freeing herself. She slid between Mira's cheeks more intentionally, slowly gliding. She pulled the strap of her thong over her cock, thrusting under it, the fabric dragging across her skin.
"Oh, you really like them, huh?"
"They're n-nice," Rumi mumbled, starting to lose herself.
"You're not thinking about coming yet, are you?"
"No," Rumi lied. She was trying not to, but realistically, her mind was full of the image of blowing her load all over Mira's ass.
"Don't lie, Rumi. It doesn't help. Remember—No more lies."
"Sorry, you're right. I'm, uh. I'm thinking about coming on you. Like, all over your butt. And your thong."
"Fuck. That's kind of hot."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I think I want that."
"You sure? Won't it be a mess?"
"I have to shower anyway."
Rumi kissed the corner of her lips, the only part she could reach. "I love you, Mira."
"You're such a sap, Rumi. I love you, too."
Rumi started moving again, pulling the thong string taut against her cock. She liked the pressure, the way it squeezed her. She slid a little lower, sliding between Mira's ass cheeks.
"Some day, you could fuck me in the ass. If you wanted."
Rumi gripped her tightly, surprised. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. I want to try it. I like feeling you inside me."
"I like being inside you," Rumi hummed, nuzzling against her shoulder. "You're so perfect for me, Mira."
"Your dirty talk is more like sweet talk," Mira said, amused.
Rumi huffed. "I just love you a lot."
"I know, baby. I love you a lot, too." Mira reached back and took one of Rumi's hands, bringing it around to her front and sliding it between her legs.
"Want me to touch you?" Rumi purred.
"Please," Mira sighed, her breath hitching slightly when Rumi slipped her fingers between her folds, lightly touching her clit.
Rumi kept grinding and thrusting against Mira as she touched her. Mira's soft sounds, her little moans and gasps, were making it harder for Rumi to hold back. She could feel the slick of her precome on Mira's skin, sliding. She whined, tipping her forehead onto Mira's back.
"You need to come, baby?"
"Uh-huh," Rumi huffed.
"Give it to me. You did so good, you can come now."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, baby. So good for me."
Rumi keened, rutting against Mira, pulling her thong strap tight again until she was throbbing, spilling on Mira's backside. She slid backwards and jerked herself off, coating Mira's cheeks with a spatter of come. She kept going until she was empty, gasping.
"That was hot," Mira breathed.
"Can I cuddle you? Sorry, I know it's messy."
"Yeah, it's fine. We can shower together."
Rumi snuggled up to her, ignoring the slightly unpleasant sensation of her cooling come between them. "Can I do something for you?" Rumi asked, kissing Mira's cheek.
"In the shower, can you go down on me?"
"I would love to."
—
A few days later, they were all lying in Zoey's bed together. Zoey had been kissing Rumi while Mira kissed their necks, before sitting back and announcing, "We're going to try another test, Rumi. You're getting better about physical stimuli, but now you need to learn to deal with mental stimuli."
"What… What does that mean?" Rumi asked, feeling nervous.
"It means dirty talk, basically," Zoey said, swinging her legs through the air.
"Mental stimuli," Mira repeated. Zoey rolled her eyes. "Rumi, you're going to fuck Zoey and Zoey, you're going to beg Rumi for her come."
Zoey bit her lip, and Rumi moaned softly.
Rumi settled on her back in the bed, Mira curling towards her. Zoey climbed over her, then turned so her back was facing Rumi as she hovered over her hard, flushed cock. Rumi grabbed her hips and guided her down. Zoey settled on her knees, groaning as she took Rumi to the root.
"So, Zoey is going to bounce on your cock, Rumi. And you're not allowed to come. No matter how much she begs." Mira lightly caressed Rumi's chest as she spoke.
"O-okay," Rumi mumbled.
"You're not going to be able to resist coming in my pussy," Zoey purred, looking back at Rumi as she started to move up and down.
"God, Zoey."
Zoey picked up the pace quickly, Rumi's hands still on her hips. She was slamming down onto her cock so hard and so fast, it was everything Rumi could do not to blow her load immediately. The idea of it was appealing, the feeling of flooding her, her come dripping back down as Zoey kept riding her. But she ignored it, blinking rapidly. She could last. She was sure of it.
Then Zoey started begging. "Rumi, please, baby, please come in me. I need it, I need your come so bad."
"Holy fuck, Zoey." Rumi gritted her teeth, willing herself not to lose it.
"I know you want to come in Zoey, Rumi," Mira purred in her ear. "I can tell how badly you want it—you're shaking."
"You two are—are—evil," Rumi choked out.
"Please, please, please, Rumi, you never come in me, I just want it this one time, please." Zoey bounced faster, the room filled with the wet sound of her cunt slamming down on Rumi's cock.
"I came in you last night!" Rumi protested.
"Stop talking back," Mira said, amused. She kissed Rumi's neck and slid a hand over her breast, lightly pinching her nipple.
"Wait, you can't touch me too, Mira, that's too much," Rumi pleaded.
"Tie-breaker?" Mira asked.
"Judge rules it's allowed," Zoey gasped out, grinding on Rumi for a moment, panting. "Actually, can you take over, Rumi? I'm getting kind of tired."
"Yeah, for sure." She groaned as Zoey pulled off of her. How embarrassing would it be to come because she wasn't fucking Zoey anymore?
Zoey lay on her stomach, legs spread, propped up on her elbows. "I have a different… Mental stimuli idea. Ready, Rumi?"
"Uh-huh," Rumi mumbled, although she was less than certain.
"Remember, we're just playing around," Zoey added.
Rumi exchanged a glance with Mira. "You're making me nervous, Zoey. What are you going to say?"
"Just relax. If anything feels bad, just say 'red,' and I'll stop." She wiggled her legs. "Now get back inside me."
"Okay…" Rumi mumbled. She really did want to fuck Zoey more, even if she was worried about the "mental stimuli." She crawled over and pushed her cock inside, moaning softly. "Fuck. You feel so good, Zo."
"So do you, unnie. Fuck me, please. Need you."
Rumi bit her lip, thrusting into her. She gripped her hips with both hands, pushing a bit deeper and a bit harder. She was so wet and tight. The pull of her was impossible to resist.
"Please, Rumi. You have to promise. Promise you won't come in me."
"I won't?"
"You won't. Please. It's not safe. I could get pregnant."
"Oh God," Rumi mumbled.
"Interesting tactic," Mira said, watching them closely.
Rumi snorted. "It's not a nature documentary."
Mira reached over and lightly slapped her ass.
"Mira!" Rumi laughed.
"Um, focus, you two," Zoey said. "You're literally inside me, Rumi."
"Sorry, Zoey," they said in unison.
"Let's try something else," Mira said, voice smooth and low. "Rumi, pull out. Zoey, sit up."
Rumi reluctantly pulled out, a strand of precome oozing from her tip. Zoey whined, but rolled over and sat up as Mira asked. Mira moved to the top of the bed, gathering Zoey in her arms and pulling her close. "Hi," she said sweetly.
"Hi," Zoey said, kissing her. Mira reached between Zoey's legs and teased her clit a bit with her fingers. She moaned softly.
"What should I do, Mira?" Rumi asked, sitting back on her knees.
Mira continued kissing Zoey, moving her hand further down, sliding two fingers inside. Zoey gasped, breaking their kiss. "Fuck, Mira. You feel so good."
"Want me to make you come, Zo?" Mira purred in her ear.
"Mira," Rumi whined. "What about me?"
"I'm getting her ready for you, baby," Mira soothed.
Rumi whimpered. "But I want to fuck her."
"I'm sorry, baby, she's not ready." Mira continued to fuck Zoey with her fingers as she moaned and gasped.
Rumi frowned. She reached for her cock to stroke herself.
"No," Mira said firmly. "Don't touch yourself."
"But—"
"No. I told you. I'm getting Zoey ready for you. You have to wait."
Rumi huffed, folding her arms across her chest. "Fine."
But watching Mira fuck Zoey was easier said than done. Mira was teasing her, bringing her to the edge over and over and then just kissing her. Rumi could actually see how swollen Zoey's clit was, how she was leaking from her entrance.
And it was getting Rumi close, just watching. Precome was dripping in long strands from the head of her cock, pooling on the sheets.
"Rumi?" Mira asked, her fingers still pounding Zoey with a shlick shlick shlick that made Rumi feel like she was going to explode. "You're not thinking about coming, are you?"
"No," Rumi said quickly.
"I feel like you're lying. I feel like you're thinking about coming in Zoey's pussy."
Rumi made a strangled sound. Zoey moaned.
"I'm thinking about it," Zoey choked out.
"Yeah, baby?" Mira cooed. "Tell me. What are you thinking?"
"Thinking about her—blowing her load in me—just, leaking out everywhere," Zoey gasped, struggling to speak as Mira fucked her.
"Oh fuck," Rumi mumbled, thrusting into the air. Another surge of precome flowed from her tip.
"You're thinking about it, aren't you, Rumi? Draining your balls in her cunt?"
Rumi whimpered. Her cock bounced, searching desperately for friction, for anything, for a hole to come inside of. "Oh God."
Mira was fucking Zoey at a brutal pace, and the sound was obscene. Zoey was gasping, gripping Mira's thighs. With her free hand, she was groping her chest, pinching her nipples until they were hard and flushed.
Rumi's hands were gripping the bedsheets tightly, her hips thrust into the air, unable to stop herself.
"It's too bad she can't fuck you like you need to be fucked." Mira said into Zoey's ear. "Can't stop blowing her load too soon. Otherwise, she could be fucking you. Right now—"
Rumi could feel her hips getting tight. Her cock getting stiffer and heavier.
"—Balls deep in your wet, hot—"
Her cock bobbed in the air. She was about to—
"—Cunt, but she's too fucking pathetic."
Rumi gasped as come shot from the end of her dick with so much force she thought it might knock her backwards. She even managed to hit Zoey with a few of the more powerful shots, landing on her stomach. The rest squirted out in front of her, soiling the sheets. She thrust in the air until her come stopped spilling.
At the same moment, Zoey was coming on Mira's fingers, gasping, squirming, bouncing as she gushed around them.
"Holy shit," Rumi panted. "I just came so fucking hard. Fuck. Oh my God."
"That was hot," Mira said, withdrawing her fingers from Zoey.
"Understatement," Zoey mumbled, exhausted.
"Was that okay, Rumi, baby?" Mira asked, looking a little concerned. "I know I said some things that weren't very nice."
"No, I liked it," Rumi said in a quiet voice. "You can talk to me like that again sometime. If you want."
Mira just smirked.
—
When Rumi stepped into the kitchen the next morning, cock half hard with morning wood as she yawned and stretched, she wasn't expecting Zoey's first reaction to be to ask to suck her off.
"Uh, are you sure? First thing in the morning?" Rumi asked, her mind hesitating, but her cock reacting immediately.
"Breakfast of champions," Zoey said, waggling her eyebrows. "Besides, it's always good to practice, right?"
Rumi giggled nervously. She hopped up on one of the barstools, cock getting heavier by the moment.
Zoey stepped between Rumi's legs, where she was sitting in the tall chair. She spread them, one hand on each knee. She pulled Rumi's shorts and boxers down just enough to free her cock. It bounced up, fully erect now.
Looking Rumi in the eye, Zoey opened her mouth and started to swallow her down. It was so hot that Rumi had to bite her tongue not to come on the spot. Zoey took her down to the root before coming back up, bobbing her head as she sucked her.
"Fuck, Zoey. That's so good."
Zoey hummed around her cock, and Rumi's eyes rolled back. She put her hand on the back of Zoey's head, guiding her lower.
She pulled back for a moment, and Rumi hesitated. "Want you to fuck my throat, unnie. Give it to me. Use me." Zoey stroked her rapidly as she said it.
"Holy shit. Okay."
"And you can tell me how good I'm doing. You know I like a positive review."
Rumi started to laugh, but it turned into a strangled moan as Zoey swallowed her again. "Oh shit!" She tipped her head back, willing herself not to flood Zoey's mouth with come.
Rumi put both hands on the back of Zoey's head as she sucked her, pushing her down into her crotch. "Fuck, Zo," Rumi mumbled. She could feel Zoey swallowing around her, her throat muscles moving. "You suck my dick so well," Rumi whined.
She tangled her hand in Zoey's hair, pushing her down rhythmically onto her cock until the gluk gluk gluk of her plunging down Zoey's throat was the only thing she could hear. Zoey was moaning around cock, her chin shiny with spit and precome.
"Oh, God, Zoey, fucking—suck me," Rumi threw her head back, panting.
Zoey pulled off with a wet squelch, staring up at her. Her voice raspy from taking Rumi's cock, she said, "You feel so good in my throat, unnie. You're doing such a good job of not coming, baby."
"Does that… Does that mean I can come now?"
"I think you've lasted long enough," Zoey said with a wink. "Where do you want to give me your load?"
"In your throat, please," Rumi said quickly.
"Mhm, I bet you do." Zoey opened her mouth and let Rumi guide her back onto her wet and waiting dick.
Zoey's throat felt so good sliding down the length of Rumi's cock. Her mouth was nice, sure. Her tongue was lovely. Her cunt was velvety, hot and wet. But it all paled in comparison to the profound pressure and grip of her throat. Pulling her in, sucking her down, until she—Until she couldn't—
"Zoey!" Rumi choked out as her orgasm ripped through her, shooting her load down Zoey's gullet, moaning loudly. She pushed her down into her crotch, holding her there as her hips twitched, continuing to unload inside her. After a moment of two, Zoey tapped her thigh, and she immediately let her go. She pulled off, gasping and coughing. "Was that too much?" Rumi asked, worried.
"No," Zoey croaked. "All good." She coughed again, and Rumi reached out and rubbed her arm. "But it's my turn now."
"Anything, anything you want. Want to make you come, Zo."
"Can you get hard again and fuck me?"
"I can do that. C'mere." Rumi slipped off the stool and pulled her close, kissing her. She could taste herself on her lips, feel the slick of spit on her chin. She grabbed Zoey's ass with both hands, and she whined into her mouth.
"Good morning," Mira said as she stepped into the kitchen, sounding amused. "What are you two up to?"
Rumi broke their kiss, smiling at Mira. "Kissing."
"I can see that." Mira stepped up and gave them each a quick kiss. "I can taste what you've been up to, Zo."
Zoey giggled. "I let Rumi fuck my throat."
"I bet you did." Mira lightly slapped her ass, and she giggled again. "Did you time her?"
"Mhm. She did good. Ten minutes."
"Ten minutes in your throat is a lifetime." Mira kissed her again, slipping her tongue inside.
"Hey," Rumi protested lightly. "I was kissing her."
"Sorry, Jagiya," Mira murmured before kissing Rumi. She slipped her hand behind her head and tipped her up, pushing her tongue inside in a way that made Rumi's cock twitch.
Rumi gasped when Mira pulled away. "Wait, come back."
Mira snickered. "I thought you two were kissing each other."
"We want to kiss you, too," Zoey said, insistent.
"Were you going for another round?" Mira asked, giving each of them a quick kiss.
"Yeah, I want Rumi to fuck me until I come."
Rumi shivered just thinking about it. Her cock was getting heavy again.
"Mmm, that sounds nice. Rumi," Mira began, reaching down and stroking her to full size. "Why don't you fuck her from behind while she holds the kitchen counter?"
"Fuck yes," Zoey huffed, turning around. "Flip my skirt up and fuck me, unnie."
"O-okay," Rumi stammered, thrusting into Mira's hand. "I'm ready."
Mira kissed her, stepping behind her. She guided her closer to Zoey before reaching around her and pulling her panties down. She took Rumi's cock and placed the head against Zoey's dripping entrance. Using her hips against Rumi's ass, she pushed forward, sliding Rumi's cock inside.
"Fuck, Rumi, you feel so good. So hard for me," Zoey whined.
"Your pussy feels amazing, Zoey," Rumi gasped. She tensed her jaw for a moment, ignoring the urge to unload inside her the minute she bottomed out.
"You're not gonna come, are you, Rumi?" Mira asked in her ear.
"Nuh-uh," Rumi choked out. "Gonna make Zoey come first."
Mira slipped her hand between them and squeezed Rumi's balls. Rumi gasped, keening, only just holding back from blowing her load.
"Mira! Not fair," Rumi whined.
"What are you two doing back there?" Zoey asked. "I wanna get fucked!"
"You heard her, Rumi," Mira said, kissing her neck. "Get to work." Mira released her grip on her balls, and Rumi sighed. Mira stepped back and watched, pulling out her phone.
Rumi started plunging in and out, getting into a steady rhythm. The soft sound of her hips hitting Zoey's ass and the feeling of her balls slapping against her lips were keeping her right on the edge, but she was doing it. She was holding back.
"I think going slow is better," Mira observed.
Rumi's hips stuttered. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. I'm looking at the data, and you usually don't come for five minutes if you're taking it slowly in and out."
"Oh," Rumi's voice trembled a bit with the effort of thrusting slowly in and out of Zoey.
"What if I don't want her to go slow?" Zoey whined, folding her arms on the counter.
"I mean, that's up to you. But she probably won't last."
"Don't talk about me like I'm not right here," Rumi gritted out.
Zoey wiggled her butt against her, teasing until she hissed. "Sorry, unnie."
"Sorry, Rumi." Mira stepped up and kissed her on the lips. "Do you need to take a break?"
"No, no, I'm okay. Sorry. Just… Struggling a bit."
"Want to fuck me instead?" Mira asked, grinning.
"Hey!" Zoey whined. "She's fucking me right now."
"Yeah, but she likes my pussy best," Mira purred into Rumi's ear.
"I heard that!" Zoey grumbled.
"I love you both," Rumi said quickly.
"What if you finish in Zoey real quick and then you can have me?"
Rumi laughed nervously. "I thought I was trying to last."
"We could up the difficulty a bit," Mira said with a smirk. She approached Zoey, tipping her head up. "Hi, Zo."
"Hi, Mira." Despite her earlier annoyance, Zoey melted instantly. Mira leaned down and kissed her, slipping her tongue into her mouth as Rumi watched.
"Can I touch you?" Mira asked, hand sliding under Zoey's skirt.
"Wait—" Rumi protested. But then she felt Zoey flutter around her as Mira's fingers circled her clit.
"Mira, Rumi," Zoey whimpered. The plap plap plap of Rumi thrusting into Zoey soon joined the slick sounds of Mira teasing Zoey's clit, fingers wet with her slick. "Oh. God. I'm not—You're gonna make me come."
"That's right, baby. Come on Rumi's cock, come on my fingers."
"Oh fuck. You're both—you're both so—" Zoey's thighs started to shake underneath Rumi's hands. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, Rumi! Mira!" Zoey keened as she clamped down on Rumi's cock, a rush of liquid spurting around her. Rumi groaned, hips stuttering as she lost control and blew her load inside Zoey.
"Holy shit," Rumi gasped, still pumping into Zoey's sopping wet cunt. "I just came inside you."
"That's hot," Mira said with a grin. She moved over to Rumi and kissed her, tongues sliding together. "You're getting really good at holding it, Rumi. I think you deserve a reward."
Rumi giggled, nervous. "What kind of reward, Mira?"
"Anything you want to do to me?"
"Oh God," Rumi mumbled. She wanted to do so many things to Mira. "Can I fuck you?"
"Of course you can," she purred, kissing her again.
"Ahem, excuse me," Zoey cleared her throat. "Can I get some kisses over here?"
"Aww, Zoey." Rumi reached between them and pulled out. A mix of come and squirt dripped to the floor, and Zoey gasped. Rumi pulled her up from the counter and kissed her. Mira joined her, kissing down Zoey's jaw and neck.
"You did so well, Zo. Came on Rumi's cock so good."
"Thank you, unnie," Zoey breathed. "I think I might go grab a shower. Pretty sure this skirt has come stains now."
"Sorry," Rumi mumbled sheepishly. She realized as she said it, she was still exposed, cock half hard and soaked in slick and come. She stuffed it back into her underwear.
As Zoey walked away, Mira descended on her with a searing kiss. "You're so hot, fucking Zoey so well."
"Mira," Rumi gasped into her mouth.
"Can I take you to my bed?"
"Always, Jagiya."
Mira took her by the hand and led her down the hall to her room. When she stepped inside, she went over to her bedside table and rummaged around for a moment.
"What are you looking for?" Rumi asked, curious as she sat on the bed.
"Got you something." Mira pulled out a small, soft black ring. Rumi looked at her, questioning. "It's a cock ring," she said, by way of explanation, as if that meant anything to Rumi.
"What does it… Do?"
"Helps you stay hard. Even if you come." Mira grinned at her, approaching her, touching her erection lightly through her shorts. "Want me to put it on?"
Rumi nodded vigorously. "Want to last for you. Want to make you come so bad, Mira."
"I know you do, baby," Mira purred. She pushed Rumi's shorts down, revealing her increasingly hard cock. "Need to get you hard first."
"Oh, okay, are you—"
Mira sank to her knees, spreading Rumi's legs. Rumi swallowed. Mira didn't suck her cock often. That was more of Zoey's thing. But when she did, it was like heaven. Or hell. Depending on if Rumi was trying desperately not to come or not.
"Baby," Rumi whimpered. "Careful."
"I know, love. Just a little to get you nice and hard."
"Okay," Rumi whispered. She gasped as Mira took her in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around her cock head before kissing and licking her down her shaft.
"God, I can taste Zoey all over you," Mira growled. "You're only going to taste like me when I'm done with you."
"Mira," Rumi whined. Mira took hold of her balls, tugging them gently down as she swallowed her halfway, sucking her. Rumi was absolutely rock hard at that point. Mira had to be aware. But just to be sure, Rumi said, "Baby, I'm so fucking hard. I'm ready. Ready to—ahh," Mira pulled off of her with a soft pop.
"Mmm, you are, aren't you?" She took the cock ring in her hand and stretched it, pulling it down over Rumi's shaft and under her balls. It gripped her tightly around the base of her cock. "Now you're ready."
Rumi grinned. "I wanna fuck you so bad, Mira."
"I know you do," Mira purred. She pushed her shorts and underwear down, exposing herself. Rumi admired her, reaching out to caress her centre.
"You're so pretty, Mira," Rumi murmured. "My pretty girl."
"All for you, Rumi." Mira stepped forward and lowered herself over Rumi's cock, lining them up before sliding down into her lap.
She was so warm. Radiant from the inside out. Rumi loved being inside Mira. Sometimes she imagined what it would be like to stay inside her for hours, just cuddling. "I love being inside you," Rumi mumbled. "So perfect for me."
Mira moaned as she took Rumi all the way, bottoming out. "It's where you belong," she gasped. She ground down on her, bracing herself on Rumi's shoulders. She started moving slowly up and down. Rumi gripped her hips, guiding her.
The soft slap of their hips filled the air, punctuated by the wet sound of Rumi's cock sliding in Mira's wet cunt. Mira was making little desperate sounds right away as she bounced on Rumi's cock. "You're already getting close, aren't you?" Rumi teased.
Mira looked away and whimpered. "You're just—you're just so—"
"I don't mind, baby. I want you to come on my cock as many times as I can make you."
"Fuck, Rumi," Mira gasped.
Rumi moved her hand between them, fingertips finding Mira's clit.
"Oh, God."
"Does that feel good?"
"So good," Mira moaned.
Rumi moved her thumb quickly up and down over Mira's clit, wet with her slick. "You're so swollen, baby. Is it all for me?"
Mira just whimpered, an incomprehensible stream of little sounds dripping from her lips.
"Yeah? Sounds like you're getting close, huh?"
Mira cried out, bouncing faster. "Rumi, Jagiya."
"Come on my cock, Mira, I know you want to."
Mira let out a stuttering cry, slamming into her a few more times before clamping down, clenching and fluttering around Rumi's cock. "Oh, fuck!"
Rumi thrust up into her, and Mira sobbed. Rumi rubbed her hands all over her back, soothing her. "You did so good, baby. You came so well for me."
"God. Rumi." Mira was panting as she dropped her head on Rumi's shoulder. "Did you…"
"No. I didn't." Rumi was grinning. She was so bizarrely proud of herself.
"That's—amazing—baby," Mira panted, breathing deeply between each word.
"Want to keep going? Can I give you another one?"
Mira growled, moving against her. "Yes. But I need to lie down."
Rumi kissed her before helping her up. She settled on her back in the bed. Rumi climbed over her, kissing her again. "Mmm, love the way you taste, Mira."
Mira reached blindly for Rumi's cock, pulling her closer. "Back inside, baby, please."
"Anything for you, baby." Rumi pushed inside, taking it agonizingly slowly. "You feel so good, Mira, God." The gentle drag, the velvet heat of her, was incredible. Rumi took a deep, calming breath.
"Fuck me hard, Rumi. Want to feel you tomorrow."
"You sure?"
"Yes," Mira breathed. "Give me everything you have."
Rumi reached down and spread Mira's legs wider. She gave a single, sharp thrust, and Mira moaned softly. Caging her with her arms, Rumi started a hard, fast, and sloppy rhythm, pounding into her. Mira reacted immediately, a stream of whimpers and gasps falling from her lips.
Rumi experimented with a few angles, holding onto Mira for balance. At some point, she was gripping her breasts as she slammed her hips forward, Mira crying out sharply every time she bottomed out. "So fucking pretty for me," Rumi choked out.
Mira looked completely fucked out. Her cheeks were red, her eyes glassy, and her lips parted and swollen.
"I wish you could see yourself," Rumi mumbled. "You're so… You look so…" Rumi pulled one of Mira's legs up to her for a better angle. "You look like mine," she growled at last.
"Fuck, Rumi," Mira said, sounding dazed. "I'm completely yours."
"Mine to kiss. Mine to touch. Mine to f-fuck." Rumi's hips stuttered, and she almost came. She groaned as she pulled herself back from the brink.
Rumi leaned forward, covering Mira's body with her own. Mira immediately wrapped her arms around Rumi's shoulders, whimpering into her ear.
"You're getting me close, Rumi," Mira whispered.
"Yes, baby, that's it. Come for me, want to feel you."
Mira whimpered again, kissing Rumi deeply as she fucked her. Rumi could feel her falling apart, fluttering around her. She picked up her pace, fucking her as quickly as her hips would allow. Finally, Mira cried out and clamped down on her, throbbing, pulling her deep inside. "Rumi," she sobbed, burying her face in her neck.
"That's it. That's it, my love. You're so perfect. Perfect for me."
Mira wrapped her arms around Rumi's shoulders, whimpering. "That was so good, baby."
"Yeah? You liked it?"
"So much. You made me feel so good."
"I'm glad. I always want you to feel this good when I fuck you."
Mira pulled her in for a kiss. She took a deep, shaky exhale as she pulled back. "You didn't even come," she said, mildly surprised.
"No. The cock ring helps a lot. And I think I've learned how to control it."
"Do you want to come now? You could keep fucking me, or I could suck you off?"
Rumi whined. "Can I come in you?"
"Of course. I always want you to come in me."
"Really?"
"Yeah, baby. I like the way it feels. Makes me feel close to you. Makes me think about, um. Other stuff."
"Other stuff?" Rumi asked, confused.
"Like. You know. Future stuff." Mira looked away.
Rumi blinked. "Like… Like babies?"
Mira laughed, turning away for a moment. "Yeah," she said quietly.
"Oh." Rumi swallowed. "I didn't know you wanted me to, uh, do that."
"It's just a fantasy," Mira said, quickly. "It doesn't have to mean anything."
"But… I want it too." Rumi looked up, meeting her eyes.
"You… You do?" Mira's expression was so soft and open. It made Rumi want to wrap her up in her arms.
"Yeah. I want to have a baby with you. I want to get you pregnant. Watch your belly grow. Buy you weird snacks when you're craving them. Raise our kids together."
"Rumi… Really?"
"Yeah. Really." She leaned down and kissed her. It was soft and short, but when she went to pull away, Mira stopped her. She kissed her more firmly, sliding her tongue along Rumi's bottom lip until her mouth parted.
As they kissed, Rumi started to move inside her again. Slowly at first, then with a building speed. Mira moaned into her mouth, hips twitching. "Fuck, baby," Mira whimpered, breaking their kiss.
Rumi slid a hand between them, splaying her fingers across Mira's belly. "I can't wait to feel you grow."
Mira whined. "Rumi… Please. Give it to me."
Rumi picked up her pace until the room was filled with the sound of their hips slapping together. She could feel her balls getting taut, pulling in close to her body as she prepared to empty herself inside Mira. "T-tell me, baby. Tell me you want it."
"Please, Rumi, please. Come in me, baby, please, I want your kids, I want your come. Breed me, my love, please!"
"Oh God," Rumi moaned, a guttural sound that ended with a loud grunt as she slammed her hips into Mira a final time before flooding her with her come. Mira's walls clamped down around her again, sucking her in, draining her.
Rumi jogged her hips before pulling out. She kissed Mira's lips before collapsing beside her, running her hand over her stomach.
"Would you really let me do it? Put a baby in you?"
Mira sighed happily. "I would. Really."
"Can we start trying right away?"
"Yeah. I just need to get my IUD taken out."
"Okay," Rumi said excitedly.
"You just want an excuse to come in me," Mira said with a grin, pulling her down for a kiss.
"I don't think I need an excuse for that," Rumi teased. "You always beg for it anyway."
"Rude. I don't beg."
"You don't? That must've been someone else last night. 'Oh, please, baby, give me your come!'"
Mira laughed. "Quote taken out of context."
"Mhm. The context of what—my cock buried inside you?"
Mira shook her head and pulled Rumi down for a kiss. "I love you, you know that?"
"I do. I love you, too, Mira."
Although Rumi still finished a little early sometimes, especially when the girls were all together, she was always able to make them happy. And that was all that mattered to her.