Chapter 7 #3
Brenda and I had participated in these little power struggles before, and it was still fun to stage them. I felt the force of her teeth biting into me, clenching my teeth together as she squeezed harder on the nipple. It fucking hurt, and that made me groan deeply as the pleasure surged.
"Slap my ass, Vi…make me fucking hurt while Kim eats me out…fuck…" I felt electric, the combination of pain and pleasure in my brain causing all my synapses to align, something that was basically impossible to do in any other circumstances.
"Like this?" Vi said, bringing her palm hard down on my right ass cheek.
"Stop asking…just destroy me." I growled, a feral energy running through my body. Maybe it was the tension of these past few days, but I needed all of this sexual tension beaten and slapped out of my body — now. "You better leave a mark on me."
Vi leaned over me and bit at my trapezoid as Brenda sucked hard on my left nipple. I looked down at Kim, and she had a blissful look in her eyes, her own pleasure peaking at my dominant performance.
As I felt Brenda's teeth gnash against my nipple, and Vi's press into the back of my shoulder, combined with the brain-shifting feeling of Vi's fingernails digging into my ass cheek, just below the point where she would draw blood, I felt Kim's tongue shift inside me in just the right way, the perfect move at the perfect moment.
"Kim…close your eyes, because I'm about to squirt so fucking hard…" I gasped in my last moments of lucidity before I plunged my entire being into the velvet embrace of one of the most intense and body-melting orgasms as I have ever experienced.
Kim hummed underneath me, making her face vibrate like the vibes she was about to sell, as I felt the warmth of the liquid flow out of me, a release that felt like it had been held back for years.
I have made at least fifty women squirt because of my actions (if we are getting very technical, it is 54), but none of them did it as much as I did when I released on Kim's beautiful face and cherub cheeks.
Kim hummed happily, and I saw her smile as I came down, feeling my own power as I lowered myself down and pressed my pussy to Kim's mouth again, and I was delighted when she responded with an enthusiastic lick. I shifted back, giving her some air, Vi and Brenda cradling me and lifting me from Kim.
I looked down and saw that Kim's face and hair were soaked from me, the silky nectar making her eyeliner run, droplets sticking in her hair.
"Fuck…oh my god…" I said, my chest heaving, my stomach still tensing like I was still coming even though my orgasm had subsided. "Kim…"
"Emma…" Kim said, wiping the wetness from her eyes with the back of her hand.
"I've never squirted that much…I'm--"
"Girl, if you are about to apologize for covering my face in a half gallon of girlcum, stop, because I love it." Kim sat up and kissed me, and shared some of the salty sweet liquid with my tongue.
"Thank you…" I said, feeling like I should say something to her.
"Can someone get me some water?" Kim said, licking her lips.
"Didn't I give you enough?" I laughed, practically peeling myself off of Kim as I managed to stand up on the shakiest legs I've maybe ever had.
"That was…intense…" Vi said, her glee from the moment also now settling into amazement.
Brenda was already coming back from the kitchen when I registered it happened, a cold bottle of water in her hand for Kim, who was now sitting up, my squirt still dripping and flowing from her. I mean…fuck, I didn't know I had that in me, literally.
Kim opened the water bottle and guzzled it down, then poured a bit onto her hands to wash away the wetness I'd left all over her.
I collapsed into Vi, my body spent and tested to its limits.
"I love you so much, Vi…I love all of you so fucking much.
" I said, feeling tears welling up. This was an embarrassingly frequent thing that happened to me whenever I had a orgasm that rearranged my brain.
In the comedown, as the emotions of normal life started seeping back in, as the dopamine tide resided, my brain had nothing good to give itself any longer, and so I almost always ended up becoming a waterworks of an entirely different kind.
"Mmm…I love you too, Em…" Vi stroked my neck, calming me down.
"Are you…are you OK, Emma?" Kim said. I opened my eyes a little to see her face stricken with genuine concern.
"I'm great…it's the autism…" I halfway laughed and settled more into the warmth of Vi's lap, the tears flowing from my face, no matter how much I tried to hold them back.
Kim came over to us, Brenda now at her side, holding her close to her, not minding the squirt on her clothes. She sat down next to us on the floor.
"Can I hold you?"
The mixed signals my brain was going to get from having a muscle mommy cradle me in the midst of a post-coital autistic meltdown were definitely going to be fertile ground for my psychiatrist the next time we talked, but I would worry about that later.
"Yes…" I said, smiling, trying to signal to Kim that I was OK, I really was, but my awful brain just couldn't return to normal like other people.
Kim sat down at the other side of the couch and grazed her hand on my arm. "Come here, baby…"
I took a deep breath and moved over to Kim, who lifted me effortlessly.
I collapsed into Kim's chest, a familiar position that always calmed me down, but Kim's soft body and calm presence made it even better.
She put one hand on the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair as the other arm held my back with complete assurance that I wasn't going anywhere.
"Em, I love you, you're one of the smartest people I've ever met.
You don't ever have to apologize for what your brain does, ok?
" Kim said, her tone reassuring. Vi had coached me through more than her fair share of these comedowns, but it warmed my heart to know that Kim was just as capable and willing.
"Thank you…I know it's stupid…"
"It isn't stupid…you are fucking beautiful and powerful and I know your brain is making it so you can't believe me right now…and that's ok…" Kim stroked my hair, the assurance from her making me feel safe. Vi laid her hand on my ankle, just to let me know she was still there.
Brenda looked on with an adoring expression, seeing these beautiful people give themselves so freely and vulnerably to each other. It's exactly why I loved all of them…and it's also why I was so grateful Kim and Brenda were getting to know each other now.
"Kim, your t-shirt is so soaked…" I laughed, my senses and icks starting to catch back up with my comedown.
"Well, honey, I need you to tell you about the gorgeous woman that put all of that there…" Kim giggled, a laugh I heard deep in her chest, a genuine warmth to it.
"She's pretty fucking amazing…" Vi said, crawling over to us. She leaned her head against Kim's arm, stroking my leg. I saw Brenda's smile in the distance, watching the scene unfold, her hand on her stomach as she basked in the glow.
Things were going to be OK. We were going to rule this world, one way or another.