Chapter 27

Fuck, I was feeling wrecked. My legs had given out on me a while ago, and I only stayed upright because I was clinging to the washing machine. The cold metal pressed against my chest, and I tried to breathe, but it was impossible. Pedro wouldn't stop. The hum of the machine mixed with the wet slaps of his thrusts had me dizzy.

His finger... oh God, his finger was tearing me apart, pounding deep, no mercy at all. I felt everything throbbing, my pussy hot, pulsing, begging for more. His cock there too, rubbing, hard, hot, and I didn't even know what was what anymore. I just moaned, moaned loud, my mind completely shut off. I wasn't thinking about anything else, couldn't form a proper thought, just wanted to give in, just wanted to feel more.

And then, out of nowhere, it hit. Hit in a way that stole my breath. My eyes rolled back, my whole body tensed up, and I came. I came screaming, shaking, losing all control. My legs jerked without me telling them to, and my pussy squirted hot against his hand. I almost cried, it was so intense. I gripped the machine hard, trying to hold on to reality, but shit... in that moment, I wasn't myself anymore.

I stayed there sprawled out, hugging the washing machine, laughing like an idiot, my whole body still vibrating with the aftershocks of the orgasm. Ass up in the air, legs shaky, and I felt everything dripping hot between my thighs. The chill of the metal against my belly helped pull me back to reality, but I was on another planet.

"Fuck, boy... you take Tadala or what?" I let out, laughing, still not able to move right.

"No way, imagine that, I'm all natural." He laughed too, all cocky.

"Yeah right, sure, I'll totally believe that." I rolled my eyes, still breathing heavy.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore... but get out of me and wash that ass finger in the sink."

Pedro did as told, pulling out slow, first the finger, then the cock. When he did, I felt a burn that made me bite my lip. This time it wasn't just my entrance, it was deep inside, way in, my womb all sore. I should've told him not to go so deep, but it was too late now. I squatted in a corner, trying to position so it would drip straight to the floor and not mess up my legs more. A river was flowing out of me, hot, thick, dripping slow.

Pedro was already at the sink, washing his hand and cock the best he could. But then, out of nowhere, he turned and showed me his open hand.

"Uh oh, Jully, look at this." The hand dirty with blood.

Holy shit. My heart did a little jump, but I breathed deep right after.

"Damn. I'm gonna have to go inside and see if it's still bleeding..."

Pedro made a puppy dog face, grabbing my waist.

"No, let's stay a bit longer... I'll stay still inside you."

I widened my eyes, holding back a laugh.

"Stay still inside me? Since when is that an option?"

He just laughed and pulled me in.

"Come here, sit down."

I climbed back on the washing machine, getting settled, and he slid easy between my legs. My eyes crossed right away. Even sore, it still felt fucking good. My body already knew the fit, and we stayed there, connected, laughing, swapping some kisses, in a more playful makeout, no rush, just enjoying the sensation.

But then, out of nowhere, I heard some yells.

It was Mariana.

From the sound of the footsteps, she was heading straight here.

"Cuz, you in there?"

I yelled back, curious. You never know how serious it is when someone yells.

"Yeah!"

"Can I come in?"

"No!"

"Then come here..."

I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"I'm coming!"

I looked at Pedro and whispered, laughing:

"Get yourself together, hide that weapon!"

He huffed, already pulling up his pants, while I yanked my clothes on in a panic, trying to look presentable. I left the laundry area, fixing my hair and pulling myself together, and went to Mariana, who was waiting at the side door of the garage, arms crossed and a mischievous smile on her face.

"What is it?" I asked, trying to play innocent.

"Fuck, we can hear you moaning from inside, girl!"

I laughed, no shame at all.

"Damn, you interrupt me to say that?"

"Uh huh, girl, I just came to check on you..."

I eyed her sideways, suspicious, and teased:

"You wanna set up a swap, huh, you slut?"

She laughed, shaking her head.

"No, but... smell this on me, I reek of sex." She showed me her hands, biting her lip. "Smell of sex is so damn good."

That's when I noticed it too. The air around her hand and face was thick, hot, dense. A strong scent, tangy, mixed with sweat, with cum. Mariana lifted her hand, spread her fingers toward me. When the smell hit my nose, a shiver ran up my whole body. It was different. Raw. Dirty. And it got me instantly turned on.

My mouth went dry, and my mind short-circuited. The desire hit hard, no filter, no control. I felt my chest rising and falling unevenly, while my skin prickled all over.

The only thing I could say was:

"Cuz... let's go to the bathroom? I had an idea."

"PEEEdroOO, I'm going in!" I yelled quick, to cover, and pulled her along without ceremony.

As soon as we got in the bathroom, I locked the door and didn't even let her open her mouth. I threw my body against hers and took her mouth in an intense kiss, the kind that doesn't ask permission. My hands went straight to her ass, squeezing without shame, seeking the gaps in her shorts and panties, feeling the thin fabric of the shorts between my fingers. The heat of her skin came through the clothes and just made me more electric.

My fingers ran along the side of the shorts until they found the right spot to slip in. And that's when, in the middle of the touch, I felt it.

Wet.

So wet.

My breath hitched right then, and a shiver ran up my spine. She'd already fucked. The hot smell of her body mixed with sweat, lube, and sperm, with the desire still pulsing on her skin, hit me in a way I didn't expect.

"Cuz... what's this fire, girl?" she whispered, her face against mine, feeling my ragged breath on her skin.

She laughed nervously, biting her lip, like she didn't know what was happening.

"Let me eat you out?" I blurted out all at once, no filter, no thinking.

She hesitated. Her fear wasn't about the want, but the impulse. What would come after.

"Right now? Just like that?"

She laughed softly, but didn't say no.

"I'll let you..." her voice came out in a breath, and that was all I needed to hear.

In a quick move, I sat her on the toilet and pulled her panties down. Her scent rose in the air, hot, humid, an open invitation for what I already knew I was gonna do. Her taste was there, intense, loaded with the filth of sex. And I wanted it. Wanted to feel it in my mouth, on my tongue, all over my body.

So, without waiting anymore, I got down and started licking, hard from the start, exploring every part of what I wanted to claim as mine. My tongue slid between her lips, feeling the texture, the flavor, the heat. The taste of desire mixed with surrender made me even hungrier. I wanted to drink every drop, wanted her to tremble in my mouth, wanted nothing between us but what was already dripping from her to me. And I kept going, sucking, licking, exploring every detail, every fold, every shiver. With every moan from her, I went deeper, lost myself more, wanting to pull from her every sigh, every tremor, every response her body could give me.

And that's how I discovered it was my new fetish, eating a pussy that had just been fucked.

When she was finally clean, I was exhausted. I knelt on the bathroom floor, pulling my face away from her pussy, laughing awkwardly while wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My body was still shaking a bit, not believing I'd given in like that, lost in the heat.

"Julia, explain this to me right now?" Mariana asked, out of breath, looking at me with a curious gleam in her eyes.

Still catching my breath, I let out a nervous laugh.

"Damn... the smell of sex gets me so turned on. Your pussy tasted so fucking good."

She raised an eyebrow, surprised by my confession.

"For real? Then sit here... Let me see yours."

But I shook my head and sighed, a little embarrassed.

"Uh, cuz... I bled. And I got fucked by two guys today."

Mariana frowned for a moment, like she was trying to process what I'd just said. But then, like a switch flipped inside her, her expression changed. Her eyes lit up with a different interest, a mix of curiosity and lust. Without a word, she stood up and gave me her spot on the toilet.

I sat down and, for the third time that day, pulled off my panties, letting them drop to the floor. My legs were a bit shaky, but I spread them wide so Mariana could see everything. She got down between them, eyes glued, examining my pussy like she wanted to understand every detail of what had happened to me that day.

"Damn, cuz... it's so swollen. Your clit looks like a rock."

And then, without warning, she dove in.

I let out a loud moan right away, my head falling back, fingers gripping the sides of the toilet hard. Her tongue came slow, so slow, sliding along the full length of my swollen lips, savoring every bit of my hot, wet skin.

She sucked gently, her tongue drawing lazy circles on my clit, teasing a pleasure so intense I didn't know if I was moaning or crying. My muscles clenched on their own, and every time she went deeper, like she wanted to explore it all, I gasped, feeling my body melt under her touch.

Mariana wasn't in a hurry. She licked like she was savoring a rare treat, alternating between soft sucks and little nibbles that made me writhe all over. The heat in my body built with every second, and my breathing got uneven, broken by moans that escaped without control.

"Fuck, Mariana..." I panted, grinding against her mouth, my hips moving on their own, begging for more.

She just smiled against my skin, and the vibration of her laugh sent a shiver up my spine. Her hands gripped my thighs hard, keeping me spread for her, like she wanted to get lost there forever.

My vision blurred, waves of pleasure taking over. I knew I wouldn't last long. The way she ate me out, the patience as she explored every inch of my intimacy, made me lose any last shred of sanity.

"Yes... like that..." I moaned, my voice shaky, pleading.

She ramped up the movements, now sucking harder, her hot lips wrapping around my clit in a way that made my whole body convulse. I felt my orgasm building, the pressure rising inside me, until a shock ran through my core, sweeping me away completely.

My pussy pulsed against her mouth, my legs clamped around her face, and a scream escaped my throat without me being able to stop it. I came hard, writhing on the toilet, my whole body shaking, my heart pounding against my chest.

Mariana didn't stop licking until she felt me relax, until my body gave out and melted against the cold seat. Only then did she lift her face, looking at me with a satisfied smile, her lips shining with my juices.

"So, cuz... you relaxed now?"

I was still trying to catch my breath, head spinning from the overwhelming pleasure. But when I looked at her, all I could do was let out a weak laugh, totally spent.

"Holy shit, Mariana..."

She laughed with me, planting a light kiss on my thigh before pulling away. And I, still trembling, knew that night was just getting started. But at the door, we heard someone banging hard.

"You two making out in the bathroom? Let us watch, come on!"

It was Otávio and Pedro, who'd been listening outside the door together.