Chapter 15: It’s All Fun and Games with Friends

“Now that she’s clean, we cover her in special juice,” Abigail said. Fenna, based on the scent, her weight, and the feel of her pussy, straddled my face, pressed her pussy against my lips, her clit on my nose, her ass against my chin, her thighs against my ears, which caused the slight ring in my ears to grow. I couldn’t smell anything except Fenna. I couldn’t see anything, but afterimages. I couldn’t hear, except for the odd giggle or someone’s muffled speech, mostly Abigail’s running commentary. I tasted Fenna’s juice and cake, but as my other senses disappeared, my sense of touch increased, until I could feel imperfections in the silk sheets, the roughness of the hands holding me, and cool night air from the open window.

Someone, with a very wet pussy, straddled my right arm and rubbed their pussy on my bicep. Another pussy rubbed my left forearm, another on my left shin, and someone, with wide, flexible legs, straddled my stomach and rubbed against my belly. My nipples, erect and sore, wanted attention, but no matter how I wiggled, everyone ignored them, except the window’s breeze.

“Birthday girl likes this, but maybe not as much as my fans,” Abigail said. Fenna, on me, shuddered and covered my face with her juice. With pressure beside my right ear, she shifted off me, and someone else, sweeter, with smaller lips, replaced her. Rachel, because she rubbed, bounced, and with her hands on my forehead, pressed her body down on my face. Juice leaked down my chin and neck, which tickled but in a distant kind of way, because the others that rubbed against me, on me, kept distracting me from any one spot on my body.

Then, everyone disappeared from on top of me. Their juices cooled on me and caused me to shiver in the cool air. I could smell again: cinnamon, cherry, sweet marijuana, orange, alcohol, woodsy musk, sour pungent scents. I could hear again, giggles, moans, and birds. I still only tasted cake and pussy juice. Thankfully, my sense of touch retreated.

“Now, we show you all what Margot does best,” Abigail said. I pulled against the people who held me. Aroused, my pussy tingled and leaked, and the juice tickled my ass. My body arched to thrust out my breasts, which needed attention. I moaned and begged, “Please, please.”

“Matt. In her mouth,” Rachel yelled. And a taste of sperm, a memory, multiple memories, filled my mouth and mind. I could smell it. My mouth opened and closed, like a guppy fish, or a sucker fish, ready for Matt, ready for her massive dick to slip down my throat, ready for his cum to coat my mouth, roll down my throat, to fill my stomach, while his long, thick, erect dick caused me to choke.

“I get her ass,” Char yelled at the same time as Fenna said, “I get first choice.” The image of those two, chest to chest, chin to chin, ready to fight, but then they kiss, smash their breasts together. Fuck, Char, so like her, to deprive me of my girlfriend, on my birthday.

Bella said, “I’m thirsty.” And Lise yelled, “I want her pussy.” Suddenly, I understood why the four of them needed each other. Fenna, the nice one, would moderate the crazies, Lise and Bella, while Zoe had the brains to make the crazy plans work. Fenna didn’t get angry at Lise because of Amir, but rather because Zoe disappeared and Amir arrived, and he could never fill the void she left. But my void needed filling. I lifted my hips, a hint that I needed servicing, and as the birthday girl, they needed to service me.

“What does the sex frog say? Rubbit, fuckit.” Ava said. Someone blew warm, vanilla-scented smoke across my breasts.

“Oh, I like that effect, do more of that,” Abigail said. More smoky, warm, moist breath covered my body. My skin itched, pulled tight, as electricity ran just under the surface, from my nipples, to my cunt, to my toes, to my mouth. I gasped for air and something for my mouth. I needed something inside me, something big, massive, to fill me, to tear me, to make me scream. My hips wiggled to get the girls’ attention.

Matt, the only guy present, placed his dick on my lower lip. I wrapped my lips around him. He tasted like chlorine and smelled like vanilla and chocolate ice cream. My tongue pulsed on his shaft while I sucked his dick deep, almost to the back of my mouth, and I gagged a tiny bit, but that added to the pleasure.

Someone, based on the giggle, Lise, pushed the monster into my pussy. It stretched me, hurt me, filled me, made me orgasm, gasp, buck my hips, and try to pull it deeper. Someone, rubbed my clit, my world collapsed to just the pressure inside me, the pressure on my clit, I didn’t even notice Matt’s dick in my mouth. Shivers, electricity, tingles, and goosebumps erupted on my skin. Then someone added the second monster to my ass, the two must have ripped me, merged inside me, caused stars to appear under the blind fold, for pressure like a volcano to erupt, for a scream, a moan, fire to range over my skin, burn my organs. Unable to move, as orgasm after orgasm smashed into me, shattered my mind, red, yellow, earth, worms, senseless, distorted, and it ended.

I couldn’t feel my body anymore. I couldn’t taste anything. I couldn’t smell or see, but the room filled with love, it smothered me, filled my lungs so that I didn’t need to breathe.

“She’s done,” Abigail said.

I nodded.

I fell into the silk, the comfort, the haze of love that caressed my skin and held me. They released my arms and legs, and I removed my blindfold. I shifted up so that I leaned against the bed’s cold, rigid, wooden backboard. Fenna, naked, leaned beside me and gently played with my clit. Soft, tender caresses. I reached over and held her breast, light squeezes, small lifts to feel the heaviness.

If I thought the touches overpowered me, the sights in the room overwhelmed me—too many things to watch.

Mom sat on her low dresser, Bella’s face between her legs, Mom’s hands on her head, a golden stream connected the two of them, and Bella drank half, or less, as the piss splashed her face, matted her hair, and rolled down her flushed chest, and pale, red-tipped breasts.

On Mom’s right, Anna bent over, hands on the dresser, breasts dangled and swayed, while Matt fucked her, his ass clenched, his massive dick in her blonde-haired pussy. Beside Anna, Rachel stood with a strange contorted face, half angry, half excited, with Tess on her knees, her tongue on Rachel’s pussy, and fingers in Rachel’s ass.

On their knees, Lise and Ava sword fought with the massive dildos, while Sofia, under Lise, licked and fingered Lise’s pussy. Ava sat on Mom’s black vibrator, her pussy lips wrapped around the tip, while it hummed. Lise and Ava giggled as my juices flew off the dildo Lise held, and Ava hit Lise on the shoulder. Their breasts bounced and jiggled. Lise’s right breast had a tentacle-shaped red spot on it.

Julia lay at the end of the bed, her legs pulled up, feet behind her ears, her breasts like small half globes with small dark pink nipples. Char held a vibrator to her clit, while Abigail pushed a dildo in and out of her pussy. Abigail appeared possessed with a massive smile and wide eyes. Julia’s mouth hung open, her eyes closed, while she whimpered. Ada, with phone recording, stood beside Julia, who had two fingers inside Ada’s tiny pussy.

“You’re all I wanted for my birthday,” I said to Fenna and kissed her on her cheek. Mom had finished her piss, and Bella had moved to lick Mom’s clit. Rachel pulled Anna’s hair with force, which caused Anna to moan with her mouth open, her breasts pressed against the dresser, while Matt held her hips and smashed into her. Tess, her back to me, had a cute little ass, and her pussy lips appeared just below. She continued to finger Rachel’s ass.

“I know, it took forever to make that present,” Fenna said as she stroked my hair with her manicured hands. Julia gasped and shouted, “Yes, Yes,” as Abigail increased the tempo of the dildo and Char played with Julia’s breasts while she held the vibrator to Julia’s clit. Ada moved up and down as Julia pushed her fingers inside Ada. Ada had the most petite pussy I had ever seen, or at least the tightest. Julia’s fingers appeared to fill her, even cause her slight discomfort.

“This is the best,” I said and closed my eyes to listen to the sounds in the bedroom and enjoy Fenna’s caress on the side of my forehead. Mom whimpered, Julia moaned, Anna grunted, Rachel giggled, as the smell of sex, sweat, alcohol, and the nighttime neighbourhood fragrances mixed and caused me to smile.

I fell asleep with my head on Fenna’s breast, my best birthday ever.

Thursday, Char flew out at an ungodly hour of five am, which meant Mom woke me up at 3 am. Char, Abigail, Ada, and Mom hadn’t slept. Char, Abigail, Fenna, and I squeezed into the shower and caressed each other in a soft, tender manner, not awake, not asleep, in that dream-like state, where the world feels new, but safe, and slightly distorted. Ada and Abigail waved goodbye and drove home. Mom drove, while I cuddled with Char in the back seat.

“Thank you for coming,” I said and held her outside the airport, a surprisingly busy departures area. A yellow vest person yelled at us to hurry, while other cars waited for our spot. Her hands grabbed my ass and squeezed. Months ago, I would have pushed her away, but now I enjoyed her fragrance, honeysuckle with lilac, and kissed her neck—friends for life.

“Later, babe,” Char said, kissed me, and walked away with her bag. The airport swallowed her, and then, with a wave to the yellow vest, Mom and I drove away and into traffic. Fucking LA.

Mom woke Fenna and me for school. Too early, but I felt refreshed, better than I had in years. No sleep, but the world had a bright, vivid quality, and nothing bothered me. Even Fenna’s driving didn’t bug me too much; the various honks, fingers, and get-off-the-roads couldn’t penetrate the sphere of love.

No quote in math class, and a new teacher, Ms. Saunders, not a great math teacher, but she marked me fair, and my math marks improved, and since she didn’t know the reputations of the girls, we had a bit of fun, Lise and Bella style.

Lise went to the front of the room to distract the teacher, Bella climbed up a bookcase, and slipped into the drop ceiling. Whenever Ms. Saunders would begin to talk about Math, Bella would make low moans. At first, Ms. Saunders would pause and look around, then, as Bella moaned more, the teacher would walk around and try to figure out who made the sound. She finally realized that it came from the ceiling.

“Ok, who put a speaker in the ceiling?” Ms. Saunders asked and grabbed a five-foot ruler from behind her door. She moved under the moans, while the class giggled, and began to tap the ceiling. White dust fell over her until she pushed hard, scared Bella, who fell, but managed to hold onto the metal ceiling joists. The tile broke in two and covered the poor teacher in white. Bella hung, without pants, and laughed. The whole room joined her, and a few videoed her naked ass as she hung from the rafters.

“What? Why are you naked? And in the ceiling?” Ms. Saunders started with a scream, but finished with a stifled laugh. The class giggled, and some captured Bella’s cute little ass and pussy on their phones. Her flaying legs had red streaks which almost matched the red toenail polish.

“I was a ghost,” Bella said, her face flushed. White ceiling tile dust swirled around her and danced in the sunlight. Her shirt rode up her body to expose her belly button.

“Well, you almost died and became a real ghost,” Ms. Saunders said, and wrapped her arms around Bella’s legs to help her down. Ms. Saunders’ face pressed against Bella’s stomach, the teacher’s arm held Bella just under her ass, which Bella exploited by pushing her pussy against the teacher’s small breasts.

Bella released one hand at a time and slipped down, which caused Ms. Saunders’ short brown haired head to pop out of Bella’s shirt’s neck hole, her non-lipstick lips almost brushed against Bella’s bright pink, moist smile. Bella tried to kiss Ms. Saunders, but Ms. Saunders managed to get her plain hand between them.

Ms. Saunders ducked to get out of Bella’s shirt, which Bella made difficult by moving and pretending to help. Bella hadn’t worn a bra, and Ms. Saunders spent over a minute trapped in Bella’s shirt. Her head lump moved between her breasts as Bella smiled and wrapped her legs around Ms. Saunders’ front leg. Bella’s pussy smeared juice up and down her leg. Other students giggled, while Lise looked upset.

“Bitch, she’s molesting the teacher without me,” Lise said. She sat on my desk, with Mathew or Marvin or whoever, the kid who sat at the front, beside her. She had her hand down his pants as he stared at the ceiling. His right hand rested on her shoulder, while his left held his phone at his side.

“And I need a new fucking boyfriend, and this guy’s dick is too small, and fuck, he just came on my hand,” Lise said as she pulled her cum covered hand out of the guy’s pants. Ms. Saunders had managed to get her head out of Bella’s shirt after Bella had exposed her breasts to the class. Static electricity caused Ms. Saunders’ hair to stand up, the individual hairs to separate, and reach for the sky.

Lise wiped her hand on the guy’s shirt as Ms. Saunders walked to the front of the room. Bella, with a bow, retrieved her pants and pulled them on, no panties. The class had grown still, no noise, no movement, just a collective gasp as we waited for Bella’s punishment—suspension for sure.

“Detention. Lise, also,” Ms. Saunders said, too fast, in one breath, merging Lise’s name with also, which sounded like Liseso, while she brushed white dust from her arms and tried to flatten her hair. Her nipples tented her yellow blouse, even through the sports bra that she wore. Flushed neck and face, her fingers made streaks of the white dust from the sweat on her arms, and transferred the white to her hair, which gave her hair more texture.

“Why me? I didn’t do anything,” Lise said as she laughed, as the rest of us broke out in giggles and laughs. Most had returned to their seats, the guy Lise jerked off followed her to the back like a puppy dog.

Ms. Saunders took a deep breath, held it, placed her hands on her desk, leaned forward, and stared at Lise. Bella had returned to her desk. Everyone, except the jerked off guy, I need to remember his name, sat at their desks with smiles. We never had this much fun with the last teacher, asshole.

“Really. You didn’t distract me while the wanna-be ghost climbed into the ceiling?” Ms. Saunders said. Still red-faced and streaked in white dust, she enunciated each word. She sat behind her desk, with a black and silver pen between her left fingers, and a book in her right. Her white, lined forearms had muscular definition. She took slow, deep breaths, as if she meditated—an athlete for sure.