The sun was naked in the sky, like a slut, rays spreading open across the gray blue sky. It was still ice-cold and below freezing outside. The sun was being a fucking tease – as usual, Hatsuyuki Ramos thought to himself. He both loved and hated when the sun was a slut like this, spinning his mind like some street pick-up trick. His hope made him easy pickings, as he fell for it every time. Swearing under his breath, he ducked back inside to add more layers of clothes. And amidst the swearing, he prayed he didn’t miss the bus this time.
Minutes later he was jogging, running really, while holding the crotch of his pants with one hand and his CBD vape in the other as he glanced over his shoulder at the arriving bus and swore another prayer under his breath that the dang thing would stop and let him on – or notice him running and slow down. Either way. He did not want to miss this bus to this meetup.
It was just bad form to be late to your own birthday threesome.
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Kagome Wildman and Kyra Carucci were sitting outside The Waffle Shack, huddled together over a shared joint for warmth.
“Shit, he better not be fucking late,” Kyra said with a voice tight with smoke before exhaling slowly a cloud of cannabis gas that added to all the other clouds from their breath as they breathed in the cold air.
Walkman blaring, Kagome heard nothing. She just accepted the joint when it was passed to her and took a long drag of it. “Good shit,” she praised before handing the joint back. The smoke sailed out of her nose like a bull, even more so with her ringed septum piercing that dangled like a door knocker to her lips. It bounced on top of her upper lip as she spoke, like a silver-coated slut.
“Oh, there comes the bus. He better have his ass on it.” Kyra took the last drag and finished the joint before stamping it out with her spiky boots.
The bus pulled away and lo and behold Hatsuyuki looked both ways quickly and ran across the street. “Sup ladies,” he greeted as they stood up and each took turns giving him a hug.
“We still good for some waffles before we get down?” Kyra asked.
“Oh, definitely. I never say no to an opportunity to watch you swallow something thick and sticky,” Hatsuyuki flirted.
Kyra playfully pushed at his shoulder. “Boy, boo, let’s just get inside before I freeze my damn tits off.”
“What tits, with your flat-chested ass?” Hatsuyuki, teased. It earned him another shoulder push.
“That how you talk to the girl who’s gonna give you the best sex you ever had, later, you old man?”
“My bad, my bad, you look good.”
“I know, right!” Kyra spun around showing that she did have a big thicc ass, where her breasts were more modest – though definitely there and she’d argue bigger than most trans women she knew.
Kagome was adjusting her tits – music still blaring from her headphones that she didn’t notice the banter from her friends or when they had left to go inside until Kyra came back and tugged on her arm.
“Girl, c’mon! Get your raggedy-ass in here and get some waffles. I need some ass but these munchies need to quiet they ass out first.”
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The Waffle Shack smelled like stale syrup and dryer sheets. The air vent from the laundromat upstairs was blowing air from the always running dryers into this establishment. The cakes on display on the cash register counter were having a staring contest with Kagome as she finally entered the building.
Kyra thwapped Kagome upside the head. “Take these shits off, we need to order food, and I ain’t in the mood to play Mama to you right now lil girl so pay the fuck attention.”
“Sorry, Ky’…” Kagome replied, lowering the headphones to collar around the back of her neck, pinning her long extensions to her body and making it awkward for her to turn her head til she adjusted things.
“Get you all a table?” the hostess greeted. She was very busty and had a full, round face with smooth dark skin. Her gray hair was in a finger wave hair style and she had big loopy earrings that dangled and danced when she walked.
“Yes, just a booth for three, please. Thank you ma’am,” Kyra said with a pleasant smile. The three of them followed the hostess who found them a nice booth in the corner. “Your waitress will be with you shortly,” she said and handed them each a menu.
Kyra got in the booth first, then Hatsuyuki, and Kagome got in last. Hatsuyuki grinned, stretching his arms out around both sides of the booth.
“Is this to be the configuration we’ll have later?” he flirted.
Kagome and Kyra looked at each other and smirked.
“If that’s what you want, then yeah, it’s your birthday, you adorable little shit,” Kyra flirted back.
Their waitress approached their table, taking a pad out to write down orders.
“Morning, I’m Terrika, your waitress. Get you something to drink to start?”
“You got any Hennessy?” Hatsuyuki joked.
Giving a pleasant smile, Terrika replied, “We only serve alcohol during Bloody Mary and Mimosa Brunch or after 6pm during Happy Hour. As it is currently 9 AM and brunch starts at 10:30 AM, you’ll have to wait. Please choose something else in the meanwhile.”
“Damn girl, I was just joking. I’ll have some orange juice… on the rocks,” Hatsuyuki said with a flirtatious wink.
“Make that two. Kagome, what you want to drink?”
“Huh?”
“The waitress is taking your drink order. Pick something to drink.”
“Oh, right. Uhm…”
In Kagome’s pensive silence, the music player in the background that had been playing some Darius Rucker song started playing Loving Arms by Millie Jackson and one of the other patrons in the restaurant was singing along a bit too loud.
Squinting at the menu, Kagome licked dry lips. “Lemonade, no ice?”
“Two orange juices with ice and one lemonade with no ice, coming right up,” Terrika said as she wandered off.
Terrika was a thin rail of a woman with freckled light brown skin. She had frizzy reddish brown hair that looked like it was burned from chemicals too many times and pinned up in a tight stubby bun. Her eyes had the look of someone in recovery from something. Her uniform dress hung loose on her body and her shoes clopped too hard when she walked, that said they were also too big for her probably narrow feet.
It didn’t stop Hatsuyuki from staring at her ass as she walked away. Kyra whacked his shoulder.
“Your eyes stay wandering to anything with an ass.”
“How much do you wanna bet she’s a screamer when she gets a dick in her?”
Kyra glanced toward the waitress at the drink station. Her gaze looking the woman up and down appraisingly.
“Naw, she looks like the type of bitch that cries when she cum; and apologizes for shit. She got trauma in her eyes. Probably some wannabe church girl that fell off the path and got mixed up in shit. Tore her body up – now she just looking for a good man to treat her right, and give her a couple kids and a steady income so she can have that picket fence life.”
“Damn, I didn’t need the TLC special. Why do you always dig deeper than necessary?”
“Cos I’m deep. That’s why, and you gon’ appreciate that depth later, trust,” Kyra said with a flirtatious cackle.
“Aiight, that’s how it is, then I’ll hold you to that.”
Terrika returned with their drinks. “You need a while longer to decide on your meal or are you ready now?”
“Give us a minute, we still deciding.”
“Okay, I’ll be back in a bit.”
Taking a sip of the orange juice, the ice clinking then crunching as some swam into her mouth, Kyra picked up the menu to glance at her options on what to eat. The munchies made her normal food indecision worse.
“What you gettin’, Hatsuyuki?”
“Uhm… had my eye on the birthday cake pancakes, some sausage links and a lazy fried egg scramble. You?”
“I don’t know. That stuffed cream cheese and chive savory waffle look good, but so does the hashbrown bowl. And that cold cereal parfait.”
“You probably shoulda saved that joint til after we fucked later.”
“I can’t eat without my munchies making me hungry. Six years struggling with this damn eating disorder. I’m doing good. Leave my methods alone and keep that criticism to yourself or you ain’t getting any of my depth at all. I don’t care if it’s your damn birthday or not. Now, I think I’ma get both, maybe split some of it with Kagome.”
Kyra looked over at her friend and gave a short amused giggle, shaking her head. “Look at her baked ass.”
Kagome was staring off in a stoned dissociative haze. Her headphones ‘round her neck had mussed up her straight hair a bit so it was staticky and clinging to her faux-fur collared coat over her long plaid jumper dress which gave her a doll-esque look. Kyra waved her hand in front of her friend’s face then snapped her fingers.
“Huh? Wassup? What’s going on? What’s real? Did we order the food yet?” Kagome replied, trying to play it off like she was more lucid and coherent than she was, and it just resulted in the unison sound of Kyra and Hatsuyuki laughing.
“You are so baked, Kagome.”
“Naw, I’m chill, I’m chill, for real, just… I’m good.” She sniffed, and then checked her phone. “Oh shit, I need to take my shot. Just order me something. I need the bathroom, I’ll be back.”
“Is she bringing some harder shit up in here?”
“Nah, she’s talking about her insulin shot.”
“Oh, shit. Right. Well, you know her best, so just order everything, you know what I want.”
“Alright then.” Kyra tapped her head to keep from irritating her scalp with her nails. Then she took another drink of her iced orange juice before waving down the waitress.
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So a stack of birthday cake flavored pancakes, some sausage links and a lazy fried egg scramble; two stuffed cream cheese and chive savory waffles, a hashbrown bowl with turkey bacon, fried egg dirty rice and a cold cereal parfait looking thing later…the threesome was walking the block to Kagome’s Territory.
The food had sobered her up a little and she was taking point while Hatsuyuki and Kyra were hooked arm and arm, laughing and carrying on. But the energy wave once they crossed the ley line that was the boundary from the mundane world to Kagome’s Territory was palpable.
“…The hell was that?”
Kagome threw a grinning glance at the pair of them. “We’re in my Domain now!” she said, and then cupped her hands around her mouth to make a kind of bird call, and the murder of ravens and crows flew up in formation. “That’s right my lovelies, Mama is home!”
“It always weirds me out when she does that witch shit,” Kyra muttered under her breath toward Hatsuyuki, who just chuckled softly.
“C’mon the hearth is this way,” Kagome said encouragingly as she ran-skipped toward the house on the corner that had the wrought iron fence and big porch. She threw the gate open and ran up the stairs to throw open the door. Kyra and Hatsuyuki followed closely behind her. They were greeted with the long, satisfying groan from the bathroom not too far from the front door next to the stairs that led up.
The door was still open as Kagome peed a long stream. “I had to piss so bad.”
“You coulda just went at the Waffle Shack when you took your insulin.”
“Those toilets were soo nasty. I tried, but figured I could just hold it til I got home. Hooo, I barely made it,” Kagome yelled back as her stream finished and she flushed the toilet to meet the two of them standing in the foyer next to the stairs.
“You two just stood there listening to me piss?”
“Ain’t the first time,” Kyra said and closed the distance to pull Kagome into a kiss.
Hatsuyuki whooped, “Now the party’s getting started. Take the titties out next!”
He started making humping and spanking motions until Kyra broke the kiss and whacked him upside the head. “Boy stop, keep your drawers on, we ain’t there yet.”
Turning to Kagome, “Where is the bedroom we doing this thing at, before he skeet-skeet in his pants and make a mess out here?”
“Down the hall. I am having the upstairs renovated, and Billings is in his coffin for the day.”
“You still fucking that Sanguanarian hard-ass?”
“Yes, I’m weak, now just down the hall and to the left,” Kagome replied dismissively.
The bedroom was painted a soft pink pastel, with a king sized, four-post bed adorned with a chintz bedspread. There was a wooden dresser on the back wall that had several teddy bears descending in size atop it.
“How Retro…” Hatsuyuki commented as he looked around. He took off his coat and hung it on one of the bed posts of the bed then turned to face them.
“Time to get nekkid!!” He flirted with that same hip thrusting, spanking action he was doing earlier.
The girls looked at him and laughed.
“Boy, you so crazy,” Kyra said as she closed the distance, pulling him by the shirt to kiss him on the mouth. “You did wash that ass, right?”
“Scrubbed raw, I’m squeaky clean, baby,” Hatsuyuki said and leaned in to snap another kiss from Kyra’s full lips.
She moaned and giggled. “Good, cos I want to eat it.”
“Oh, is that right? You want to eat my ass, baby?”
“Devour it.”
“And then what?”
“I’ma throw it down.”
“Mm, you gonna gimme that dick?” Hatsuyuki asked, his voice husky and low.
“Deeply.”
“That’s what’s up.”
Kyra giggled as Hatsuyuki leaned in to nibble on her neck and her earlobe. While they were doing that, Kagome had stripped out of her clothes and set them on the dresser folded next to the teddy bears. She was standing next to the other tall dresser between the closet door and the door to the adjoining suite-style bathroom, scrolling for a playlist on what looked like an iPod.
“Any music requests, birthday boy?” she asked, and Hatsuyuki turned to look at her, still smiling and half laughing from teasing Kyra but his smile faded to a more suggestive expression as his eyes looked Kagome up and down and he licked his lips at the sight of her standing there completely naked.
Kagome was a thicc, petite half Latina, quarter Japanese, quarter Black woman with a long weave of burnt orange/light brown hair, that looked more reddish/orange to the muted taupe brown of her skin, and slightly slanted eyes that were a cross of dark gold and light brown depending on the light of the room. In the dark windowless bedroom like this, they were more brown than gold. Her tits were small with big dark nipples, her hips were wide and the legs that stretched down were bowed. She had painted toenails and finger nails – bright sparkly purple.
“Just gonna stand and stare or tell me what music you want to fuck to for your birthday, Hatsuyuki?”
“Uhm…” he stammered, struggling to think with his upper head as his lower got harder and more dominant. “Surprise me,” he said with a shrug and a good-natured smirk. “Damn, you look good…”
“I bet you say that to all the naked girls,” Kagome joked.
Hatsuyuki laughed, “No, I mean it. You look … you look damn good…” He moaned as he turned toward her and bent down to tip her chin up to kiss her slowly, tenderly, meaningfully. Her eyes closed as she kissed him back.
“You want me to choose the music?” Kyra offered. Kagome hummed an affirmative and held out the iPod for Kyra to take. The moment it had transferred hands, Hatsuyuki, who was well over six feet tall, picked Kagome up and she placed both hands on either side of his face as they started making out.
Finding the playlist she wanted, Kyra pressed play and some Kane Brown started playing.
“Awwh yeahhh, whatchu know about that? This is that baby-making music, whatchu know about that?” she said, hyping up to the music as her hips swayed and whined to the sensual beat of the song.
Kagome broke the kiss to start singing along to the song as Kyra was dancing to it.
“Shiiit this is making me want another joint. Do you mind?” Kagome asked, pulling back to look at Hatsuyuki’s face.
He smiled and gave a shrug. “It’s whatever. I’m chill as long as we get to fuck, lil’ Mama. I brought my vape and all.”
“You and your CBD. You should join the THC club.”
“Nah, I get plenty of contact-high from you two,” Hatsuyuki said as he slowly let Kagome down and then looked down at the wet spot on his shirt. “Damn look at this! You should mop this up with that pretty mouth of yours.”
Kagome looked at her wet spot staining his shirt, then looking up at him, she balled the shirt up and sucked the pussy-cream-stained fabric clean with a moan as she let the fabric fall out of her mouth, licking her lips. “I taste good.”
“I bet you do, I can’t wait to taste it!”
“Hold up, you got food in this antique castle for your munchies?” Kyra asked.
“Of course I do. I ain’t broke. Remember who paid for that Waffle Shack birthday breakfast? Thank you very much,” Kagome replied, and then went over to grab a box from under the bed, and opened it to start making another joint.
“Why are you still dressed?” Kyra said as she put the iPod on the dresser, now playing a Blanco Brown song, and sashayed over to him again.
“Why are YOU still dressed?”
“Cos you ain’t undressed me yet,” Kyra flirted.
“Oh, is that how it goes? You want me to unwrap you like a present?”
“That’s right.”
“Slowly?”
“That’s right. Savor me.”
Hatsuyuki started slowly taking off one item of clothing and then another until Kyra was as naked as Kagome in the room. Her girlcock was heavy and half-hard between her legs, her breasts looked doll-esque from the nipples being surgically removed, and a tattoo of the letter X was in its place, in stitched lines in the same near brown of her skin that welted up like scars.
She still had curly hair under her arms to match the curly pubic hair of her sex. The gluteal crease of her ass had the same stitching tattoo marks, along with the joints of her arms and the sides of her torso where her ‘muffin top’ and ‘love handles’ were. It completed her ‘rag doll’ aesthetic.
Hatsuyuki ran his big hands over her ass, palming each cheek before squeezing them appreciatively, and Kyra squeaked.
“Easy there, Daddi, now it’s your turn. Strip.”
Chuckling a swaggering masculine sound, he stepped back and pulled his shirts off over his head. He was muscled, lean, the pale side of biracial Latino brown. He bent to untie his shoes, then stood and unfastened his belt and let his oversized jeans droop to his ankles, stepping out of his jeans and shoes, wearing only a plaid pair of boxers. “Where are the rubbers and lube at?” he asked.
“Kagome, are they still in the bathroom?”
“Yep.”
Stroking her dick, Kyra made her way into the bathroom to retrieve them. Hatsuyuki glanced over at Kagome still making the joints, kicking her feet against the bed to the music. He watched the way she licked the paper to seal the joint then licked her lips and ran her fingers along the joint to make sure the weed was snug and tight inside of it. “How many you make?”
She looked up at him. “Two, one for me and one for Ky. You want one?”
“I got my vape.” He said, “I’ll take a shot from you though.”
“For real?”
Hatsuyuki nodded slowly. Kagome smiled slowly. “By the time you are ready for full THC, you’re gonna hate it cos it doesn’t taste like me.”
“I buy from you then. You can lick my joints closed and I got my fix of you,” he flirted.
“That’s lowkey kinda cringe, like you love me or some shit.”
Hatsuyuki smirked. “You think I let just anyone in these drawers? What kinda man you take me for, lil’ mama?” he asked as his gaze dropped to her lips.
“Put the box back under the bed, for me, then you bring your juicy lips over here and get to work on this pussy,” she flirted back.
“That’s what’s up.” Hatsuyuki almost tripped over his own feet from his eagerness to obey. And he was bent over, sliding the shoebox of weed items back under the bed when Kyra returned with a condom and a bottle of lube.
“You still got them drawers on. Now is the time to strip them off, and get on the bed so I can eat that ass.”
He popped his head up and then stood up, looking from one woman to the other.
“Starting the train then?” he asked as he stripped his underwear off finally.
Kagome was lighting her joint. “Sounds good, you eat me while she eats you.”
“Choo-Choo, birthday train time!” He bounced on the bed, and got between Kagome’s legs, kissing her inner thighs right as she took the first toke of her joint. Kagome was tipping her head up to blow a big smoke cloud up to the ceiling, as Kyra made her way to join them on the bed. Setting the condoms and lube to the side, she grabbed Hatsuyuki’s ass, kissing the top of his ass crack before spreading his cheeks apart and dragging her tongue down the crack. He moaned into Kagome’s mound.
“Ooh shiit, that’s it…” Kagome praised, as she spread her legs more for him. “Eat that pussy!” she commanded, taking another toke. Kagome reclined on the big chintz-colored pillows and let the high swirl in her mind.
“Mm, lift up, take your shot before you start munching on that clit. Lift up, lift up.” She tapped his forehead, and Hatsuyuki lifted up his face and leaned forward as she exhaled a stream of smoke into his mouth. He coughed a little and she chuckled.
“Happy Birthday.” She grinned at him as she took another toke and then pulled him closer to kiss and share the smoke for a second shot.
The kiss was slow, sensual despite his coughing. Her sucking on his lips had him sucking on her lips.
“I’m clit-hungry now.”
“You better be, suck the cream clean.”
She let go of his hair and let him descend back down between her legs to suck her other lips. The way his lips puckered around that sensitive nub and sucked hard on it had Kagome swearing and writhing a bit.
Meanwhile, Kyra was rimming and eating his ass like it was a delicacy of its own that had his body trembling from pleasure, his moaning lost in the slick folds of Kagome’s body.
Taking another toke of her joint, Kagome started to whoop happily. “This is my song, Siri, turn it up.”
The music’s volume increased, and Kagome took one last drag of the joint before reaching to let it rest in the ashtray and mushed her hands on her breasts, framing the nipples between her fingers and pulling a bit as she undulated her abdomen and rode his face.
“Suck to the beat, let me ride it out.” She hissed a sharp breath as some smoke exhaled out of her nose, her head tipped back.
Kyra lifted her head from rimming Hatsuyuki’s ass and caught the way Kagome’s face twisted with pleasure as she came. She hissed, grinding her clit on his tongue. “Shiiit…”
Kagome kept grinding harder, and wrapped her legs around his head to hold his head still.
“Huh! Yuh! Fuu–” Her back arched, a second orgasm slamming through her.
Kyra was stroking her dick watching for a moment before reaching blindly for the lube and a condom. She ripped the condom open with her teeth and rolled it on herself before opening the lube bottle to squirt some on the latex-clad shaft of her dick and then stroked it all around before angling it down to enter Hatsuyuki’s ass.
His scream was sailing into Kagome’s cunt as he flailed his hand up to grip and hold on to Kagome’s thighs.
Reaching for the joint again, Kagome took another drag and then passed it over his back to Kyra.
“Is this the same leaf we had before the Waffle Shack?”
“Should be,” Kagome replied before exhaling the smoke out slowly and reclining on the pillows. Kyra took a toke and then with her free hand held on to Hatsuyuki’s hips, starting a steady thrust. “How you doing down there, birthday boy?”
Kagome unwrapped her legs from around his head so he could reply.
He turned his head, exhaling roughly, “Damn good. I’m perfect.”
“You like that deep dick?”
“Yeah… it’s hollowing me out,” he moaned.
“Want another shot?” Kyra asked with a tight voice. He twisted, turning toward her as he looked up, opening his eyes.
“Yeah.”
He opened his mouth for the shot right as Kyra thrust in, held and leaned forward to pucker her lips to help aim the smoke toward his mouth.
“Pass it here.” Kagome waggled her fingers toward Kyra who passed the joint, and then she ran her hand over Hatsuyuki’s hair.
“You got this boy drooling pussy juice all over his face.”
“Had him in a headlock, what do you expect?”
Hatsuyuki groaned as Kyra resumed thrusting in him to the beat of the song playing in the background.
“You close?” she asked, scratching her long nails up and down his back.
“Not yet. Just good dick, got me moaning.”
“You been needing to get fucked, huh?”
“Desperate for the dick, Can you go a little harder?” he asked, throwing a glance back over his shoulder at Kyra.
“I’m getting there. Enjoy the slow roll. I start going hard, I’ma bust. You ready for me to bust?”
Kagome turned his head back toward her before he could answer and tapped his chin for him to open his mouth and exhaled another shot into his mouth. He only coughed once this time before leaning to kiss her lips again. The smoke swirled around and out as their lips and tongue danced and tasted each other. He groaned into the kiss as Kyra kept fucking him deeply.
Song Change – Deep bass and all instrumental.
Kyra bent back with a long groan as she started slow-rolling harder into his ass.
“Here it is, here it come…”
She moaned and started fucking him at a harder clip and Hatsuyuki gripped on Kagome’s hips again.
“Oh, that’s it… that’s it!!” he praised, bowing his head. He began to suck on Kagome’s titty, biting and tongue flicking her nipple that had her giggling and petting his head.
“Get it baby, make her dick squirt. Tighten that booty-hole, make her squirt all up in it.”
He groaned and obeyed.
“Spank that shit, Ky. Spank his ass, make it jiggle.”
Kyra was pounding him hard and finding a space in the rhythm to spank him and not lose her flow. It was like double dutch trying to time when to do one and not lose the flow of the whole thing. Hatsuyuki hissed once her hand connected hard in a spank on his ass. Hatsuyuki hugged Kagome’s torso, her tit falling out of his mouth, as he was suddenly edging.
“Hit it again, please, hit it again, I’ma cum… Ima cum… Hit it again…”
“You a pain slut, ain’t you?”
“I like my ass spanked when I’m getting fucked deep, please, Ky, spank it again.”
Kyra chuckled.
“Keep begging for my hand, boy, keep begging, you makin’ me drip in it, keep begging like a little bitch!”
“Please, please, I need my ass spanked.”
Kyra looked over at Kagome.
“That sound like begging to you?” Kyra asked.
Kagome stroked her fingers in his hair.
“He can do better than that, can’t you? Grind on it, make her give it to you. Make her throw hands on that ass. Beg for that beating, boy.”
She grabbed his scruff and tapped the sides of his face. “How old is you turning anyway? We gotta get our licks in, don’t we?”
“Oh shiit, that’s right. How old are you now, Hatsuyuki?”
“Forty-one.”
“That mean you get that ass beat forty-one times, one for each fucking year yeah?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“That’s better.”
Kyra started a rhythm of spanking and thrusting. “Count them out.”
____
Her hand hit his left cheek so hard that he grit his teeth trying to keep counting and not cum yet.
“T-Thirty-si… sixxx,” he hissed.
“How many more you got, birthday boy? Them balls feeling tight enough yet?”
Pausing the thrusting to squeeze his ballsac had him crying out through grit teeth.
“Pleaasseee…”
Spank!
“Thirty-seven!”
Spank!
“Thirty-eight!”
Spank!
“Thirty-nine….”
“You close now, huh? You think you gonna bust before me?”
“Please…”
It was all Hatsuyuki could whimper before Kyra was spanking him two more times. And his self control broke as he cried out, jizzing onto the covers before he could count aloud the last two numbers. He could feel it splat onto Kagome’s bed. The pleasure wrung out his mind in pleasure. There were no words, just sounds that escaped his lips for a long moment.
“Mm, you’re trying to time-travel now ain’t you? Not 41, you just 39.”
She reached up and grabbed his scruff before going hard inside him, just using his hole to get off. She thrust five more times before she grunted hard and was cumming – doubling over to just heave heavy breaths into his shoulder blades.
“Damn!”
Kyra thrust her aftershocks into him to make sure she got every bit of cum out, squeezing her ass to push into him, making her stitch tattoos on her ass crease more, like she was busting out of her seams as much as she was busting inside of him.
Pulling out, then pulling the condom off, she tied a knot in the condom then put it back in the torn wrapper. Then she moved to lie next to Kagome, who was just laying there enjoying her high.
“Made an extra joint for you, you want it?” she offered, reaching over for where it was on the nightstand. Kyra accepted it, and put it between her lips, and turned for Kagome to light the end of it.
Hatsuyuki moved to cuddle around Kagome, lying on her titties like they were pillows.
“Mmm, that was a good birthday present.”
“You’re welcome, Hatsuyuki. Don’t say we ain’t ever gave you nothing,” Kyra joked as she ran her hand through his hair, wiping the sweat from his brow. “You want to give me some booty for my birthday too?”
He chuckled weakly. “When’s your birthday? Tomorrow or something?”
“Hell no, I ain’t some Capricorn, no offense, I’m a Libra, so you got time.”
“Yeah, alright, but can we lose the chintz bedspread next time?”
“Hey don’t go dissin’ my chintz! This is antique, classic,” Kagome retorted.
“Yeah that’s just code for old as shit.”
“Smooth talk from you, old-timer.”
“Pfft, shut up, 41 is not that old. You make it sound like I’m 75 or something.”
“Who’s 41? You’re 39 this year, boo,” Kyra joked.
“39 is really not that old.”
“I know, I’m just fucking with you. Besides, I’m 38 for a few more months so…”
“Y’all both old,” Kagome said. “Siri, pause playlist.”
“Oh yeah, and remind us how old you are, Kagome?” Hatsuyuki asked.
“175, also known as nunya bid’ness. Now, hush up and just let me enjoy my weed nap.”
Kyra took a slow toke of her joint. “She’s 35.”
“Shut the fuck up! Ain’t no one asked you, heifer. Gimme my joint back.”
“You gonna get couch-lock with him asleep on your tiddies, and I ain’t bringing you nothing when the munchies kick in. You better treat me nice.”
Kagome clicked her tongue. “Siri, resume playlist.”
The music resumed. Kyra enjoyed her joint, which she eventually shared with Kagome, who did get couch-locked with Hatsuyuki drooling and breathing his just-ate-pussy-breath all over her tiddies. Kyra took a picture of them all cuddled up and then shared in the group chat of their circle of friends with the caption: Look at this 39 year old baby.
Five people heart-reacted to it before Hatsuyuki woke up and checked the chat. He was smiling like an idiot on the bus when he was checking his phone. Some stranger looked at him.
“Someone’s having a good day,” the stranger commented idly.
Hatsuyuki looked up and nodded. “It’s my birthday.”
“Well, happy birthday! How old are you turning if you don’t mind my asking?”
Without missing a beat, Hatsuyuki replied, “I’m 39 today.”
“Last year of your 30s! Enjoy it!”
“I will.” Hatsuyuki smirked. As he saw his stop approaching, he stood to get up. “Thanks.”
