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Working at Hot Topic was easily the best decision you ever made.
You initially went to college, which felt like the worst decision you ever made. You thought it might’ve been your fault for having unrealistic expectations in the first place. So the story goes, nothing is actually the way they make it seem in the movies.
In the case of your half-semester at a nearby private, Christian college, that was true.
Your new job at the mall, however? That was another story entirely.
The decision was on impulse; you were once high at three in the morning, going through your entire closet, and trying on absolutely everything you owned. That night, you made some of the best combinations you’d ever worn.
It led you to another train of thought: you looked like a Hot Topic employee.
Thus, with great difficulty navigating their website, you filled out an application in around fifteen minutes. When you finally fell asleep, you did so with a swarm of butterflies hatching in your ribcage.
The next morning, it was merely a fuzzy memory. You felt like you might have, but knowing yourself, you weren’t entirely sure. You decided it wasn’t worth worrying about. It was likely you only thought about doing it and nothing more than that.
Whenever you checked your inbox later that day, your stomach dropped seeing a @donotreply email from Hot Topic. You pushed away the cereal you were eating and held your phone with both hands.
Did you actually do it? And did they actually consider you?
You clicked on the message and quickly screwed your eyes shut, scared of denial not for the rejection, but rather the ruined opportunity. That was the only place you wanted to work at when you were in high school. You thought the workers were always the coolest people.
You wanted to be one of those people for some high schooler with no friends. You wanted them to look at you and think, “Wow, that’s what I want to look like.”
That served as motivation enough to open your eyes. You confidently read over the email and your grin widened the further you got. Your legs swung back and forth by the time you got to the end.
“I got the job,” You said to yourself, following the link for the background check they sent you, “I actually get to work at Hot Topic.”
As seen on the new schedule, your orientation was on a rainy Thursday in March.
It took more than an hour to get ready— neither because you were nervous or because nothing looked good enough, but because everything looked too good.
You spent five minutes looking at every outfit in the mirror and pondered what shoes you should match with which pieces of jewelry. Whereas your shift began at 4 pm, you began getting ready around noon.
It felt worth it. You drove to the mall with a smile on your face and all of your favorite songs in your queue. Not even the traffic on the way there angered you, which was usually the most common culprit.
With everything in your bag, you walked through the large corridor of the mall until you reached the familiar store. You approached the counter directly and nodded to the person behind it.
“How can I help you today?” They asked, looking up from what appeared to be paperwork.
“Hi,” You told them your name, “I’m here for my orientation.”
They nodded and stood up, “Nice, I’m glad you could make it. Give me just a second.”
They called for another associate on their radio and asked you how your day was as they waited. Whenever somebody came from the back of the store, you followed— who you discovered was the manager— in the same direction.
You clutched your purse to your stomach while they sorted through paperwork. They pulled a wired headset and a name tag from a drawer, asked for your prefered name, then handed you a marker as well.
You made an effort to write your name neatly and followed it with a small smiley face. You thanked them, then recapped the marker and let them return it to one of the many cups full.
The tour of the store was interesting; your trainer was not your manager, but another person named Armin, and he was quiet when he introduced himself to you. You listened intently as he spoke. His voice was gentle and the way he moved his hands was almost rhythmic.
He implored you to watch his transactions with customers and to listen to the dialogue between them. There was even a laminated sheet with a script on it taped to the lower part of the counter.
“It gets easier with time,” He told you, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “but, you seem nice. It should be easy for you.”
“Thanks,” You said with a smile, “you’re pretty nice as well.”
You looked forward to being scheduled with him. You often looked for his name on the schedule, as well as your new friend, Sasha.
She was another coworker you met on your second day. Though she was kind as Armin, she wasn’t nearly as serious about the job as he was. You found working with her to be the most fun experience so far.
Armin was right. It did get easier with time.
By the time your second week was over, you were able to do most of your job without asking many questions. You handled transactions alone and learned the layout of the store via stocking.
Many of the customers were nice as well. Some complimented your outfit, others noted your hairstyle or the jewelry you wore that day. You found it easy to comment on their purchases when it was something of a mutual interest.
One day, when you were scheduled to open, Sasha was scheduled for a midday shift and as your relief. You spent the entirety of your shift putting the truck away and assisting customers.
As the end of the final hour rolled around, you stood by the counter and tapped your fingers against it. There were only ten minutes until Sasha came in. You had ten minutes before you could lay in bed all night.
She walked into the store drinking an icee, accompanied by two men you hadn’t seen before.
One was much taller than the other— he was muscular and his teeth were incredibly white whenever he smiled. He carried a cup of miniature pretzels from the food court.
The aforementioned other man had short, silver colored hair and though he wasn’t built like his friend, the lazy grin on his face and piercings in his ears had your gaze lingering.
You twisted your hands together as she approached the counter. She looked at the screen overhead and bobbed her head along to the song.
“Nice,” She said with a laugh, “did you pick this?”
You looked as well and nodded, “Yeah. That was me.”
“Rico Nasty,” One of them remarked, “nice. I really fuck with some of her music.”
“Stop saying that for attention,” Sasha rolled her eyes.
“Attention?” His tone was indignant as he held his hand to his chest, “Excuse me, Sash, but I’ll have you know that I’m no whore.”
You watched them argue as well as the other friend, who then turned to you with a smile. You looked at him with wide eyes.
“Hey, I’m Jean,” He said, nodding at you, then subtly trailing his eyes down your body.
“Oh, uh, hey,” You laughed nervously, “I didn’t know Sasha had friends.”
She turned slowly, “Excuse me?”
“No! I didn’t—“ You waved your hands and shook your head. Your face was heating up, “I just meant I’ve never seen them around before. Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” The shorter one said, popping a cinnamon sugar pretzel into his mouth, “we’re not really her friends.”
“Connie, I wish you weren’t my friend.”
“Okay, that’s not true and you know it,” He replied defensively.
Jean was watching you the entire time. He listened as you laughed at the two and admired the way you covered your smile when you began giggling.
Before you could say anything else, a pair of customers walked into the store. Sasha elbowed Connie to stop talking and nodded at the others.
She looked at you once again, “You’re leaving, right?”
“Yep,” You said with a nod, “gonna go home and do a bunch of nothing.”
“And you tried saying that I have no friends. Very amusing,” She tucked her hair behind her ear and laughed when your mouth dropped open.
“Be nice to them,” Jean tapped her shoulder with a frown, “they’re way too cool for you.”
“Hey!”
The customer approached the counter with a grimace. They looked between the four of you, then turned and glared at you as they asked if you could help them. You pursed your lips and followed them through the store.
Jean and Connie hung around with Sasha until she had to clock in. Though you were parked at the back entrance, you decided to look through a couple of stores before going home. Your car was still accessible from the food court exit, after all.
However, though you didn’t ask, the two boys followed you out as you left.
“How long have you and Sasha worked together?” Connie asked through a mouth full of pretzel and icing. He brushed his fingers together to knock the excess sugar off of them.
“Um,” You said as you adjusted the strap of your purse, “probably two weeks now. I haven’t really been working there for a long time.”
“So that’s why we’ve never seen you before,” Jean said from your left.
You nodded, “Yeah, I guess that would be the reason why.”
You subsequently realized that would not be the last time you would see them.
You were due for another pair of boots; the ones you bought in high school were starting to wear down and they were almost unrecognizable. The Journey’s website said they had some in store, so you decided to check on your next day off.
As soon as you entered the store they appeared at your side. You saw their lanyards hanging from their necks and sighed quietly.
“Well, funny seeing you here,” Connie said, standing to your left.
Jean smiled from right, “They do have good taste, after all.”
You laughed nervously, cheeks warming up
from the attention and body heat around you. Their presence was overwhelming.
“Yeah,” You nodded, fiddling with your jacket, “I need a new pair of Docs. Do you guys have any?”
“Right this way,” Connie gestured to the back of the store. You and Jean both followed him until you could see the full selection.
“Thanks,” You said, turning to give the shoes your full attention.
Connie stood between you and the shoes, pointing at different pairs and giving his opinions on them. He said which would look the best on you and which wouldn’t.
Jean was directly behind you. His chest was only about six inches from your backside. He was nodding along and agreeing with Connie on every other pair.
Your heart was racing. You were trying to maintain eye contact with Connie and listen to both of them at the same time. You could see Jean in the mirror to the right— he was covertly looking down the front of your shirt, peering over your shoulder while you seemed distracted with Connie.
Then, whenever you turned back to look at Jean, Connie’s eyes were trailing your form as well. He looked at the way your skirt hung over your thighs, barely covering the swell of your ass.
“I really like this pair,” You said, picking up one of the last ones he showed you.
As you rotated them in your hands and felt the leather, Connie nodded and stepped back.
“Make sure you try them on first,” Jean said quietly into your ear, “you won’t really know how you feel until you wear them.”
“Yeah, Jean has a point,” Connie agreed, then asked, “What’s your size? I’ll get another pair from the back so you don’t have to try on the community one.”
You laughed at that and told him your shoe size, set the display shoe back on the shelf, then crossed your arms and turned to Jean. He was already smiling at you.
“I knew you had good taste,” He said, looking down at your outfit.
You looked away as your face heated up, now playing with the hem of your skirt, trying to will away your nerves.
It was impossible to tell what it was. Was it Jean? Was it Connie? Maybe it was just the lights in the store.
“I didn’t know you both worked in the mall,” You told him.
He smiled at the sound of your voice, “Yeah, we’ve all worked here for a few years. Sasha applied to Hot Topic around the same time, so.”
“Yeah. I get it.”
“But,” He said, “I’m glad you work there, too. She is too.”
“Yeah, me too,” Connie called as he came around the counter. He was carrying the box under his right arm and sat it on the ground.
You blushed again as he knelt at your feet. He slowly unlaced your shoes, then tucked his fingers under the sides and pulled them apart so he could loosen them.
“Hope you don’t mind,” He said, holding your ankle in one hand and pulling the bottom of your shoe off with another. His grip was firm, yet still gentle.
You shook your head and bit your lip, “Not at all. Thank you.”
“Yeah, no problem.”
When you finally had both shoes tied, you stood up and walked to the mirror. They had platforms, leaving you a few inches taller than before.
Connie and Jean came up behind you once again, watching as you looked at the different angles with the shoe on. You smiled when you saw both of them and raised your eyebrows.
“What do you think?” You asked, looking back down at the reflection, “I like them a lot.”
“Yeah,” Jean agreed.
Connie stepped closer, “You look dope. Let’s take a picture.”
“Do you typically take pictures with your customers?” You asked with a laugh, then said, “I don’t.”
“Well,” Jean shrugged and eyed your outfit, “Our customers usually don’t dress as nice as you.”
“I’m very charmed.”
“You should be,” Connie elbowed your arm. You rolled your eyes, then took your phone out with faux reluctance.
After you took it, they both looked over your shoulder and watched you type their numbers in your phone.
They texted you every single day after that. They were constantly asking you questions, send you screenshots and TikToks, as well as FaceTiming you at random hours of the night.
You enjoyed talking to them, especially when you were with Sasha. The four of you spent many nights out, trying different restaurants and taking unusual roads to get there. They would often roll the windows down and play music so loud you couldn’t hear anything else other than that and the wind.
Sasha loved taking pictures together. You then saw where Jean and Connie got it from before. Every sight you saw, no matter how magnificent or insignificant it was, she demanded everyone to get together so a stranger could take a picture of you all.
It became a routine. You would all meet in the parking lot as soon as the mall closed, then everyone drove to Jean’s apartment.
You more than looked forward to your time together. It was the most interesting thing you had done for some time. They always found something new to show you and something more to laugh at. You felt alive in their presence.
You went to Jean’s apartment with Connie one particularly cold evening. Sasha was spending the night with her sisters and wouldn’t be able to come over until the following evening.
He picked you up and provided you with a blanket to wrap around your body. It smelled like cologne and fabric softener.
“Nice song choice,” You said with a blush, quickly recognizing the playlist he was listening to. It was from your profile.
He grinned, “Yeah, I know. I happen to have pretty good taste myself?”
“You don’t say?” You asked as you buckled your seatbelt.
“Do you disagree?”
“Hm, no. I’m not inclined to disagree.”
“Thank you,” He said, putting the car in reverse. With his hand beside your head, he backed out of your driveway.
Jean’s apartment was quite large. You knew he was decently wealthy; he was always wearing expensive pieces and he drove a very nice car as well.
When he opened the door and pulled you inside, you were deeply in awe of the interior. You were almost convinced he had someone stye everything for him. You never met a man who could actually tastefully decorate before.
Jean was much different from a lot of other men. He knew it just as well as everyone else did. He was handsome, he had money, he was inherently very hygienic and well groomed, and he was tall. You couldn’t explain how massive he seemed, yet he was so gentle and kind.
After he sat you down on the couch, Jean went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Connie sat at your side and draped half the blanket over your legs, then the other half on his own. He stole most of the chips Jean brought back.
His hand was resting against your thigh gently, then he scrolled through his phone with the other and occasionally showed you different videos. Jean sat on the other side of you. His arm was around the back of the couch and his hand was on your shoulder, holding you close to his side.
You were thoroughly enjoying the attention. He eventually began stroking your hair, running his fingers tips past your hairline and brushing against the side of your head. It felt nice. You hummed contently and leaned back on his arm.
“Feel nice?” He asked with a small laugh.
You nodded, “Mhm.”
“Don’t make them fall asleep,” Connie squeezed your thigh, “it’s only, like, eight o’clock.
“Fine,” Jean sighed and removed his arm, much to your dismay, “let’s watch a scary movie.”
You were squeezed between the two of them once again; the lights were off, the blanket was covering your lap and draped on their thighs, and Jean was scrolling through Netflix.
Connie said he was going to decide. He leaned forward and squinted at the screen, reading each title and rejecting them one after another.
He chose one of The Conjuring movies. You pressed your hands against your eyes, “I fucking hate this one.”
“Why?” Jean asked, fingers pulling your hair away from your neck.
“It’s not even scary,” Connie said with a laugh.
“Yes it is,” You replied defensively, then pointed at the screen, “that nun is fucking terrible.”
“Come on,” Connie drew the words out and leaned back against the couch.
“Yeah,” Jean rubbed your shoulder, “It’ll be fine.”
You eventually agreed. You held your knees as close to your chest as you could and watched the screen cautiously.
Nothing scary happened for at least twenty minutes. You dug your nails in your hands at some points, but it was bearable otherwise. The characters were mostly human and the plot was mostly exposition.
Then, the first time a demonic figure appeared on the screen, you covered your eyes and turned away.
Connie laughed again, “That wasn’t scary at all.”
“Yes it was,” You said, muffled by the side of Jean’s chest.
“What?” He asked, then ran his hand up your shin and pretended to scare you, “Scared the demon’s gonna get you?”
You swatted at him and pressed yourself deeper into Jean’s side as you said, “Not funny, Connie. You’re such an asshole.”
“I am not.”
Jean squeezed your arm again, encouraging you to watch the movie and leave Connie alone. You paid attention, though you mostly watched through your fingers.
The first time the nun came on the screen, you yelled and turned into Connie’s side this time. He chuckled again but rubbed your shin once more and held you tightly. You refused to look at the screen.
“It’s gonna be okay,” He said in your ear.
You shook your head, “Not true. That thing is so fucking ugly.”
You cringed as you heard it in the background. Connie looked at Jean with a grin.
“They’re really worked up,” He said.
Jean laughed, “Yeah? Maybe you should distract them.”
“Distract me?” You asked, still muffled, then looked between the two of them, “What do you mean?”
“Well,” Jean started, rubbing your shoulder and dipping his fingers under the collar of your shirt, “It’s up to you. Connie’s pretty talented, so he can distract you in a lot of different ways.”
Your face heated up at the way he said that. You looked at Connie with wide eyes, wondering what his explanation was.
He just shrugged and said, “What can I say? I am pretty good with my fingers.”
His hand ran up your shin, then down the outside of your thigh. It brushed against the fabric of your skirt and sent a chill down your spine. His fingers were incredibly soft.
You understood what they were trying to say. You couldn’t deny your curiosity at how it might feel if you did fool around with both of them.
Jean and Connie were unbelievably hot. Sometimes, you just liked being around them so you could see what they looked like. They were both self-assured and funny, and, therefore, perfect in your eyes.
“Are you?” You asked, then smiled and placed your hand atop his. As you slid it around your thigh, you spread your legs apart, causing the blanket to stretch and block the screen entirely.
You led his fingers to brush against the fabric of your underwear, then nodded and said, “Well, go ahead.”
“Go ahead?” Jean asked, pulling your head to the side so he could kiss your neck, prompting you to say more.
“Please.”
Connie grinned and pulled your underwear to the side. As the nun walked down the hallway on the TV, he circled his forefingers around your clit before sliding them inside of you.
You were already wet. You leaned back against the couch and took a deep breath as he began moving his hand. Your chest was heaving with every following breath.
Jean took the liberty of pulling down your top and your bra, exposing your nipples to the air. He played with both of them as he sucked on your neck.
None of you could actually hear the movie over the sounds of Connie fucking his fingers in and out of you. He groaned every time you squeezed around them, begging him for more.
“Connie,” You panted, gripping the upholstery tightly.
He grinned, “Yeah? What is it?” His thumb was rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. Your body felt like it was on fire.
“You,” You moaned loudly when Jean’s teeth grazed against your sensitive skin, then said, “Feels so fucking good. Please fuck me.”
“I plan on it,” He furrowed his eyebrows and twisted his wrist again and curved his fingers against your skin.
You grabbed onto Jean’s thigh and cried out again. Your eyes were screwed shut. You felt like you were weightless, under the gravity of an entirely different planet.
“Fuck,” He said into your skin, “you sound really fucking pretty. Say it again.”
Jean’s left hand slid down your stomach and met Connie’s between your legs. The other slowed down so Jean could press his fingers against your wetness.
You threw your head back as he pushed them inside of you. They began moving at the same pace, all while they worked together to tease your nipples and leave marks all over your neck and chest.
Fuck whatever you said or thought before. Fuck whoever you fucked or thought about fucking before.
This was all you were thinking about now. You were attracted to them the day that you met them, now you knew they planned on fucking you until you came everywhere.
“Jean,” You said in a broken moan. Your stomach was hot, your legs were shaking, and you couldn’t keep your eyes open. They rolled back in your head as you arched your back.
“Fuck, fuck,” You gasped, then moaned again, “Guys, I’m gonna fucking— Ah—!”
They pressed into your g-spot at the same time. With each of their mouths attached to your chest, Jean and Connie massaged your walls as you squirted on the table in front of the two of you. Jean had moved the blanket off your lap, but it got wet anyway, so it did him no good.
You were struggling to catch your breath as they pulled out of you. Jean stroked the side of your face while Connie got a washcloth.
“You did so good,” He said as he kissed your cheek, then said, “I hope you’re going to be ready to go again.”
“Mm, again?” You asked.
“A few more times.”
“Oh,” You gasped, then leaned against his shoulder and smiled at him, “that sounds like fun.”
“Good,” he said, returning your smile as Connie reentered the room.
He wiped you off gently and cleaned the sweat from your chest and the backs of your legs. Then, after Jean cleaned his fingers off, he picked you up and carried you to his room.
Most of your energy returned as you laid on his bed. They stood at either side of you and watched the way your skirt tucked between your thighs. Connie looked over at Jean.
“I guess we should take their clothes off.”
Jean nodded and looked down at you, “Yeah, I guess so.”
They undressed you slowly and gently. Jean kissed your exposed skin with every chance he got and Connie occasionally laved his tongue over sensitive spots on your neck and chest.
With all of your clothes on the floor, they used one hand on each knee to spread your legs apart. The air was cold against your wet skin, causing you to
cross your arms over your chest.
Connie leaned over to look between your legs. His hand slid from your knee and his nails grazed your thigh as he got closer to your hole. He slid two fingers inside again and stroked your g-spot teasingly.
“You still want us to fuck you?”
“Mhm,” You bit your lip and nodded.
“Say it,” He told you, rubbing your clit with his thumb.
“Please,” You gasped, curling your toes against the sheets, “Please. I want both of you to fuck me so bad.”
Jean motioned for his friend to stop so you could open your eyes. Once you did, you saw they were still standing over you.
With your encouragement, Connie and Jean began undressing. Your eyes grew wider when they were fully naked, standing with their hard cocks out over your body. Connie stroked his lazily as he tweaked your nipple, causing you to whimper.
You couldn’t help but stare. They were both perfect, big, and attached to the two hottest people you’d ever seen.
“You like looking at my dick?” Jean asked with a genuine smile. He was looking at you fondly as he thought about what you would sound like when he fucked you.
You nodded and looked at him with pleading eyes. He raised his eyebrows and took his dick in his hand as well, watching you and your body as he started fucking his hand. You were addicted to the way he whined when he tilted his head back and stroked himself faster.
“Fuck,” You said, looking between him and Connie.
The other had your legs spread apart once more, using his hips to keep them open as he stroked himself to the sight of your wetness. He groaned you squeezed around nothing and cried his name.
“Jean,” He panted, watching you and his friend intently, unsure of where to look, much like you, “Jean, dude, need to fuck them.”
Jean opened his eyes and slowed his pace to say, “Okay, ask them first.” His hips stuttered and he grunted, then circled his hand over the head of his dick.
“Connie, please fuck me,” You said before he could even ask, jutting your hips forward in an attempt to push his cock inside of you, “Please. Need it.”
“Fuck dude,” He said, squeezing the base of his dick, trying not to cum before he got inside of you.
As soon as he moved his hips closer to yours, he slid the head against your folds. He pushed inside of you so easily, causing him to drop down to his forearms and moan in your neck. It felt so good. You both thought you were going to cum instantly.
He pulled out slightly and rocked his hips slowly. He was dizzy at the sound of you sucking him in and crying as you asked him to go harder.
“Trying not to cum,” He said, slipping his hand under the small of your back, “give me a sec.”
“Don’t care,” You scratched his shoulders at his torturously slow pace, “cum in me and then keep fucking me.”
“God,” He said weakly.
“Do it,” You said encouragingly, squeezing around him again, causing him to come to a stop, “want you to fuck me so good.”
“Yeah, ‘m gonna,” He pulled out the way out and grunted as he slammed back in.
You gasped for air and moaned loudly as he fucked you harder, just as you asked.
“Feel good?” He whispered in your ear, not giving you the chance to respond.
Jean’s eyes rolled back when you said their names again. You were barely coherent and your body was boneless against the sheets as Connie fucked you.
He tapped the side of your face with his free hand to get you to look at him. He said, “Stroke my dick for me, will you? I’m getting tired.”
You nodded and clumsily reached over to wrap your hand around it. You pumped your wrist as fast as you could, but your rhythm was entirely inconsistent due to Connie.
He could barely believe the sight before him. Jean’s cock was heavy and red in your hand and you could barely keep your eyes open. Wetness was leaking from your hole while he fucked it out of you and it coated his dick completely. He couldn’t wait for you to cum.
“Feels so good,” You whimpered, “keep going.”
“Don’t plan on stopping,” Connie panted and repositioned his arms. Sweat was running down his back. Your hand was still digging into his shoulder.
“Please don’t,” You sounded frantic. You couldn’t think about anything else. He made it impossible.
Jean groaned at the obscene sounds coming from you and Connie and said, “Fuck, yeah. Keep fucking them like that.”
“Fuck,” Connie nodded, moving his hips even faster “Fuck, okay. I will.”
You gave them no warning as you came. You squeezed your thighs together as best as you could and your body nearly lifted off of the bed. Your grip on both Connie’s back and Jean’s back was very weak.
Your throat was ragged as you moaned, “Connie—“
“Hm?” He asked, picking up his pace once more. Your stomach was still burning and you could feel more heat burning within.
“You—“ You looked at Jean with bleary eyes and whimpered when you saw his dick, “fuck, cum in me. Want both of you inside me so fucking bad.”
“You do?” Jean asked with a laugh, using his hand to guide yours as Connie held your hips tightly.
You nodded, “Mhm. Real bad.”
“Go ahead and cum for us again,” Connie sucked your nipple in his mouth and looked up at you, “Make another mess on my cock. I’ll have Jean help me fuck my cum back in you.”
You closed your eyes and felt the tension snap in your core. Your legs shook so hard you felt a cramp form in your thigh. Jean and Connie came as you did, your name tumbling from both their lips.
Jean shot his load on your neck and chest, tilting his head back as your hand squeezed his sensitive head. Connie was filling you up, gently rocking his hips back and forth as it all came out.
You whimpered when he pulled out and covered your eyes with your forearm. It felt too good. You didn’t even know if you’d be able to breathe by the end of the night.
After wiping you off again and giving you something to drink, Jean guided you from behind while you straddled Connie’s legs. He was laying back against the pillows and looked up at you in amazement.
“I can see my cum,” He said, spreading your legs apart with his hands, “want you back on me.”
You nodded desperately and raised your hips so he could push it inside. You leaned back against Jean’s chest as he played with your nipples, then sunk down further on Connie’s dick.
He could feel his cum gushing in and out of you as you moved your hips. Jean helped lift you occasionally and you whimpered softly when he dropped you back down.
“Jean,” You said weakly, “want you inside too.”
“I know,” He muttered as he kissed your neck, “I’m gonna fuck you so good, don’t worry.”
He spread your folds apart further and guided his dick between them until it bumped against Connie’s. He stopped moving long enough for Jean to slide against him and push inside of your hole. Connie pulled out and made more room, then you nearly lost it when they started fucking you at the same time.
You were down closer to Connie’s chest and Jean held you up with one arm, keeping the other by his friend’s head as they moved in unison. Your mind was completely fuzzy. You could hardly see or hear anything, you could just feel them sending you closer to the edge.
Connie couldn’t believe how much more incredible it felt with Jean’s dick inside of you. The added stimulation was making him see white every time he closed his eyes.
“Guys, I’m so close,” You said. Your voice was ragged and your head was bobbing against Jean’s shoulder.
“Good,” Connie grunted and leaned up to watch their dicks slide in and out of you, “you’re doing so good.”
Jean’s left hand was rubbing your clit. His eyebrows were furrowed as he approached his own orgasm. He moved both of his hands down to your hips, then shifted his knees to gain more leverage. He fucked you as hard and fast as he could.
“Yeah. Your pussy was made for us,” Jean agreed.
You felt like you were wrapped in the softest material, suspended from the moon as you circled the earth. Your orbit was magical. The sun was so near and yet so far, you could almost touch it.
There was nothing that could ever make more sense than this feeling. It was the rise and fall of waves, the light of a new day, the migration of birds in the winter. It was the stars in the sky— you were sure time began at that moment with both of them inside you.
Jean’s name tumbled from your lips like a prayer as you held onto nothing. Connie pulled you closer to his chest so he could wrap his lips around your nipples once more, looking at you through his long eyelashes. The way he alternated between them made you feel euphoric.
“Oh, my god,” You squeezed your eyes shut.
His hands slid down your back as he slapped his hips up into you harder. You felt like you might lose consciousness. You were barely hanging onto the thread they provided you with.
He smiled against your skin and grazed his teeth down your nipple, then darted his tongue out to lick it. He moaned at the way your face screwed up.
Jean carefully grabbed the front of your neck and pulled you away, holding you snugly. He never ceased his pace and watched the way your chest moved with your back arched against his chest.
“Fuck, stop hogging them, dude,” He said to Connie, who was watching you all the same as Jean.
Conie chuckled as he held onto your hips, “Nah, dude. they sound too fucking good.”
That was all it was going to take. They were both so diligent with their thrusts and paid attention to you so well, pampering you with kisses and loving touches.
You were in the clouds and watching the sunset over mountains, casting a blinding, golden light on your body and filling you with unbelievable warmth. You smiled as your vision starting blacking out and fell back against Jean.
They fucked you until you squirted again, coating their cocks and Connie’s torso in your wetness. Jean’s eyes rolled back as he came inside of you, feeling you squeeze around both of them.
Connie felt like he was in heaven. He watched Jean’s head drop against your shoulder and listened to both of you moan as you came. He could feel the warmth surrounding his dick.
His vision turned white once more and he groaned loudly as he reached his orgasm. You and Jean were slumped over him and he waited for at least one of you to move.
“Fuck,” Jean panted, then laughed quietly, “That was good.”
Connie made a noise and closed his eyes, though he had a smile on his face as well.
“Mm, wanna go again,” You said, moving your hips, trying to get them to begin fucking you again.
Jean laughed again, though warmth quickly began sparking in his stomach. He held onto your hips and started rocking into you again. You moaned his name quietly when he attached his lips to your neck.
Connie’s dick got hard once more, though he was incredibly tired. He tried tapping Jean’s arm, “Get off. You can fuck them, but I’m spent.”
Jean pulled you off, though he remained inside, then tugged your hips back so he could push your torso against the bed. With your ass in the air, he started fucking you once again.
You were sensitive, but you whimpered his name and looked up at Connie. He cursed under his breath, then started stroking his dick at the way your chest was shaking.
“Can I suck it?” You asked, moaning loudly, “Wanna clean it off.”
He looked down at his dick; it was covered in cum and while he couldn’t tell whose it was, the idea of you sucking it off was incredibly hot.
Connie nodded and got on his knees, scooting closer until his cock was before your face. You held yourself up weakly with one arm and brought the head in your mouth with the other. You moaned and looked up at him through your eyelashes, which were already wet with tears.
Jean wrapped one arm around your waist and held both your hands together, resting them just above your ass, then grunted as he shifted his hips. Your head was bobbing with your mouth around Connie’s dick and your muffled screams sent shocks up his body.
It was all too much; if there were just waves before, that was a tsunami. It was tidalwaves after the most destructive earthquake, flooding your body with bliss and leaving you completely limp in Jean’s hold.
You tried your hardest to suck Connie’s dick, but he was mostly thrusting into your mouth at that point. There was spit running down your chin and dripping onto your chest.
Jean watched your body move back and forth between his and Connie’s. The way your skin jiggled as he fucked you harshly kept drawing his eyes in. He listened as Connie whimpered across from him and held your head in place so he could fuck your mouth as well.
It left him in awe. He groaned, “Fuck, dude.”
“Yeah?” Connie looked at him and maintained his pace in your mouth. Jean’s hips faltered as pleasure shot through him.
“This feels so fucking good,” Jean said weakly, tilting his head back and letting out moans mixed with his laughter. Connie watched the way his friend’s muscles flexed as he kept hitting the same spot inside of you. It was the one that made tears roll down your cheeks as you whined around Connie.
Your vision was blurry as they used you for their pleasure. Your throat was sore and your jaw felt like it was loosened, while spit dribbled out of your mouth uncontrollably as it mixed with your tears.
“Wish you could see them,” Connie leaned back to get a better view of your face, then grunted, “Fuck. Yeah, they look so fucking good. All messy and shit.”
“They feel so fucking good,” Jean squeezed your hips harder.
“I bet,” Connie laughed and watched you gag, then moan when you looked in his eyes, “that pussy is fucking special.”
“Makes me feel like I could write poetry and shit,” Jean agreed as he smiled at Connie, then hissed when you squeezed him tightly.
You were so tired. Every muscle in your body was aching and begging for a break, but you wanted more. Your body tensed as you came again; your blood was roaring in your ears as you twitched. It was entirely overwhelming, but you arched your back for more as it began to subside.
They were both still incredibly hard. Jean’s eyes rolled back in his head, “Oh, my fucking god. That’s the best thing I’ve ever fucking felt.”
“Right,” Connie said, then tilted your head up again. Your lipstick was smeared everywhere and your eyeliner was running down your face.
When you smiled at Connie happily and moaned his name, his balls tightened. He said, “Fuck. Gonna cum down your throat, okay?”
You moaned again, much more enthusiastically this time. You squeezed around Jean as best as you could to get him closer as well.
He swore he was in heaven. He knew it might have sounded ridiculous to anyone else, but you were genuinely perfect. You were made for him to fuck you and give you whatever he wanted.
Jean finally came as he said your name gruffly. Connie shot his down your throat at the same time, holding your jaw up again so he could watch you choke on it.
You couldn’t believe convinced you to let him eat you out while you sucked Jean’s dick. Your body was beyond spent. Your jaw was just beginning to feel better when Connie began kissing your neck and stroking your naked body.
He slid his fingers down between your legs and pushed them past your sensitive folds. You gasped his name and arched your back for more. Your reluctance was extremely short lived.
Connie lifted your hips off of the bed until you were on your knees. Jean folded his legs beneath him and his dick was hard, right in front of your face as he stroked it slowly.
As Connie wrapped his arms around your ass and buried his face between your legs. It was messy; he licked cum that was leaking out of your hole and wrapped his lips around your clit.
You cried weakly and dug your hands into the sheets. You were already sweaty as Jean gently lifted your head off his legs.
He looked at you and stroked your face, “You okay?”
“Mhm,” You nodded, wrapping your hand around his dick and sucking it onto your mouth.
Connie pulled you tighter against his face as he slurped enthusiastically, moaning as you pushed your hips back for more. He moved his tongue under the hood of your clit and stroked it rapidly.
It was absolutely blinding. You were almost glad Jean was abusing your mouth, as you wouldn’t have been able to manage otherwise.
He whimpered when the head slid into your throat and said, “Holy fuck, Connie. You were right.”
Connie moaned against your skin and gave Jean a lopsided thumbs up, causing the other to laugh and fall out of his rhythm. The way you moaned on his dick in turn was overwhelming. He felt like he was already about to cum.
Where had you been his entire life? Why haven’t you been letting them fuck you like this every day?
“You look so fucking good,” He said as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. You were gagging as he pushed further into your throat, “Shit, you’re perfect.”
You reached up shakily to play with his balls. He thrust harder at that— his eyes fluttered shut as his mouth dropped open, then he moaned your name loudly.
It was getting to be too much. Nobody had ever made him cum as easily as you before, but you were so good at it. It seemed like it was all you wanted to do.
“Close. So close,” He told you. His abdomen rippled and he moaned again, then slipped even further into your throat. You couldn’t breathe, but it somehow felt so good.
It caused your vision to turn black again as you came on Connie’s face. You felt better than all the times before and much like a priceless work of art, you had no appropriate words to describe the sensation.
You swallowed Jean’s cum and choked on some of it as he fucked it further down your throat. When he finally pulled out, it ran down the side of your face and dribbled onto his lap.
Jean sighed and looked at Connie when he resurfaced. His face was completely soaked. He wiped it off as best as he could, then looked at you laying flat on the sheets.
“I’m good,” Jean said, then looked down at Connie’s dick. It was hard as a rock, “but you aren’t.”
Connie shrugged, “Yeah, but I’m good. I can just jerk it out in the bathroom.”
“Or, I could eat them out while they do it for you,” Jean said with a shrug, “your choice.”
You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at them with a frown, “Another one?”
“Well, you can handle it. Right?” Jean asked, swiping cum from your chin and back into your mouth. You stuck your tongue out so he could wipe his thumb off.
Could you handle it? You’ve never came more than twice in a row, you felt like you were pretty well beyond spent at that point.
But you thought about how good it would feel. You knew Jean would be good at it as well— he always always so attentive in every other regard, so it was doubtful he would perform poorly.
You smiled and pushed his thumb out of your mouth and let it rest against your lips as you said, “Yeah, let’s do it.”
Jean laid you back against the pillows gently and trailed kisses down your body as he spread your legs apart. Connie sad beside you, gently rolling your nipples between his fingers to get you wet.
It made you more excited. Jean bit at your thighs, then sucked the skin into his mouth and licked it gently. You reached out to grab Connie; his skin was hot as he bucked his hips up as you held his cock tightly.
“Go ahead,” You said, panting in anticipation as Jean moved closer to your clit, “fuck my hand.”
Connie whimpered quietly and moved his hips again. You were holding it just right, just tight enough to squeeze the head when he thrust up.
As he sucked your clit into his mouth, Jean eased two fingers inside your hole. They were incredibly thick and pressed into your g-spot as your hips rolled up against his face.
You were already close. You knew your body wouldn’t be able to handle much more and with Connie whimpering beside you and Jean eagerly lapping at your skin, you knew you wouldn’t last.
“Fuck, oh my god,” Connie said quietly, gripping the pillow beside him as he moved his hips desperately.
Jean watched both of you. He stared through his eyelashes as he closed his mouth around your clit and curled his fingers against your walls.
“Jean,” You sounded out of breath. You kept your eyes shut as you sobbed, “please, make me cum.”
He brought his other hand to your nipple and tugged on it harshly. You cried out and arched your back, disrupting Connie’s movements.
He could tell he was close, though. He wasn’t going to be able to keep up with the sight before him. You were too pretty for him to not want to cum instantly.
And he was going to worship the image of your body covered in his load. He was prepared to take a picture of it, make it his home screen, then print out a copy of it to keep in his wallet.
You both came at the same time. Your upper body thrashed against the sheets while Jean held your hips down so he could continue sucking your clit. Connie tilted his head back and closed his eyes as he continued thrusting.
You gasped louder when you felt his cum shoot on your body. He couldn’t stop— the sight was making more come out of him.
He all but collapsed against the sheets, but not before lifting his phone and opening the camera. He tapped your cheek with his hand, causing your eyes to flutter open.
You furrowed your eyebrows. “What?”
“Can I take a picture?” He asked breathlessly, eyes trailing your body. You looked entirely debauched. He felt like he might get hard again.
“Sure,” You said with a giggle, “send it to me.”
“Me too,” Jean said as he wiped off his mouth, “I wanna see that every day for the rest of my life.”
You laughed as your body fell entirely limp against the bed. You closed your eyes and asked, “Now that you have a picture, could you maybe wipe it off?”
“Oh, shit,” Connie said, setting his phone aside to grab the washcloth. You looked briefly as he wiped you off gently and then as Jean held a bottle of water to your lips.
You smiled and shut your eyes once more. Though you didn’t know how to describe the feeling they elicited from you, you knew you could get used to it.