Nope. Cumming Contest!

"... A what!?"

"You heard that right, Sweetie. She wants to see who can cum the most between the two of us."

"Then take a bucket! What do you even need me for?" You ask, exhasperated.

"Uhm, Duh! We obviously need a more appealing target. Can't jerk off to a crusty piece of plastic, can you?"

Ugh... I need a stunt double.

"...You need a hobby, Sarah. Seriously."

"Come on cutie, don't make us beg. It will be fun, we even have a score chart." Esme comes closer, sensually running a finger from your chin to the back of your ear,

"Do it for her, I'll make it worth your while, later..." She whispers, nibbling your earlobe.

How can I say no when you're so... convincing...

"Okay. Fine. But we're doing this in the bathroom. The house is already enough of a mess." You yield, grunting.

Sarah giggles, jumping on the spot in excitement, her stiff member slapping repeatedly her tummy and thighs.

You take a couple steps back, letting the two into the small room.

"Who goes first?" You ask,

"We both go! That's the whole point." Sarah says, stroking eagerly her dick.

Esme does the same, although with a slower pace, winking at you.

"Oh man, you're still growing!?" Sarah asks, splitting her attention between you and Esme's rising monster.

Yep. That's what I thought the firts time I saw it, too.

Her only reply is a mild moan, as she takes both hands to it, rubbing more vigorously.

"Hey bro,"

"What?"

"You can keep us company, you know... We can see you're hard as well." She smirks.

"Yeah, no thanks. I know when I'm outclassed."

"Come on honey, don't just stand there, give us something to go on." Esme prods you, biting her lip.

Hmm...fuck that. Let's make it quick, shall we? My head is killing me.

You stomp to them, getting on one knee.

"This is fun and all, but I'm really tired. So, if you don't mind..." You slap Sarah's hand away and grasp the base of her cock, taking her head in your mouth, while running your other hand up Esme's thigh, adding your strokes to hers.

"Ah... This works as well..." Sarah exclaims, surprised.

You pass to Esme after a minute or so, and subsequently switch between the two on a regular basis.

They surely seem to enjoy the situation, rubbing their tips on your face while they wait their turn, exchanging the occasional comment.

Sarah is the first to tap out. Biting her tongue as she tries to hold her rising climax long enough for Esmeralda to catch up.

"Nnhg- Ready when... you are..." She moans.

You go all out, knowing the usual wind up Esme needs to get her release. After not so long, she caresses your face with a trembling hand,

"I'm close..." She pants.

Finally.

Let's get this over with.

A moment later Sarah shoots a thick, ropey load of cum that misses your left eye by less than an inch. Esme follows, holding her shaft leveled on you as she sprays your face. They proceed to spend the next minute jizzing on your person, gritting their teeth and squeezing out the last few pumps of semen with tired strokes.

Unsurprisingly, Esmeralda keeps ejaculating on your face even after the poor, panting Sarah has collapsed on her knees, shaking like a twig in a storm.

By the end of it, your face, shoulders and chest are fully covered in a blanket of slimy cock juice.

Look ma! I'm a jizz ghost.

"Huff-huff... holy shit... ho-How?" Your sister asks, incredulous.

I'm asking myself the same thing, sis.

Esme puts her hands on her hips, looking satisfied at her 'work", her still somewhat mighty member dangling between her legs.

"Honestly... No idea. My tits get really sensitive when I don't cum for a while though, so that's probably it. I mean, It has to come from somewhere, right?"

"Aww..." She gropes her breasts, squeezing them, "You think my boobs will grow any bigger, bro?"

Let's hope not. You already have way too much cum to spare...

"Are we d-pfft-" you sputter as jizz dribbles down from your upper lip,"Are we done?" You rise up and stumble to the sink, washing out the sticky substance from your face.

"Yeah... And your girlfriend won, obviously." She pouts.

"No hard feelings, right Sarah?"

"Of course..." She leaves the room, dragging her feet.

Esmeralda comes behind you, caressing your shoulders while helping you clean yourself with a paper towel.

"A full release like that will set her straight for the rest of the day... Just so you know."

"So this was your idea?"

"Mhm, I'm pretty spent myself..." She admits.

"Oh, so that's all it takes? Only a full minute of uninterrupted cumming? Good to know for future reference." You smirk, meeting her gaze through the mirror.

She presses her semihard cock between your buttcheeks, smiling devilishly, "I still got enough juice for a quickie, if you want to..."

You straighten your back, "What are you even made of, woman?"

Her crystaline laughs fills the room, "Spunk, desire, and a pinch of spice, honey."

Emphasis on spunk, apparently.

You both exit the bathroom, and after changing into a comfortable pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt you crash on the couch, followed soon after by Sarah and Esme, who snuggle up on either side of you.

The TV flickers awake by Sarah's hand," So guys, what are you into, something funny? Something serious?" She asks.

"Whatever... I'm just gonna rest my eyes, the light hurts..." You grumble,

"Jeeze, is it that bad? Esmeralda told me a bit about it... Maybe you should take some meds?"

"Nah, you know me. Besides, feels like the worst has passed, I just need a little rest."

"I wish there was SOMETHING that could perk you up..." Esme says, shuffling in her seat to put her feet on your lap.

Sarah's eyes light up, "Yeah, if only we could help you relax, SOMEHOW..." She rests a leg over the other, wriggling her toes a few inches from your face.

"Girls, I really appreciate the sentiment, but this isn't necessary, really..."

Man, these two together are fucking relentless...

"Are you sure sweetie?" Esme moves a foot closer to your crotch,

"Mhm, positive..." You close your eyes.

"Whatever you say, sweetie. I'm gonna leave these here anyway, if you don't mind..." She teases you, pressing her feet right on your groin.

Sarah clears her throat, "How about we order out for lunch? It's been forever since we had chinese."

You open one eye,"Can we afford it?"

"Of course! I'm a rich bitch now, remember?" She mimics jerking off with wide strokes,

You open the other eye, "Esme, you're staying for lunch, right?"

"Uhm... I would like that, yes."

"Then it's settled. Man, I'm starving..." You exclaim, ignoring the dull pain between your temples.

"Umphf, boys... We offer to fondle his balls and he's all _No, girls, it's not necessary. _I say 'takeout' and he acts all spry." Sarah grumbles.

Esme laughs," With guys it always comes down to either sex or food, Sarah. If anything, it makes things a lot easier." She pokes your side with her toe, "Isn't that right, cutie?"

"Hey, no offense. Between getting my poor dick chafed raw by the two of you, and a steaming bowl of rice with extra curry? I'll always choose the latter." You flash Esme a smug grin.

She mocks a gasp in disbelief "How dare you! I'll chafe that smile right out of your mouth!" She pulls her legs up, rubbing her feet on your face.

You push those aside and climb on her, "You can certainly try."

Esme smirks, "Careful what you wish for, honey..."

"Hey! You lovebirds want a minute alo-" Sarah's interjection is cut short by someone knocking on the door; "Hm, never heard of time travellers working deliveries before..." As she goes to the door, Esme runs an arm behind your back and pushes the two of you off the couch, ending on top.

She pins your body down with her weight, enveloping you in a passionate kiss.

You let yourself get swept by the tide of her ravenous passion, not even putting up a fight as her tongue overwhelms yours.

"Shit, am I interrupting something?" A familiar voice sounds out, and you take a moment to connect the dots;

Ashley?

Looking over Esme's shoulder, you see your dear friend glancing down with an amused light in her eyes.

"Mhmp-Oh, hey Ash..." You manage to say as Esme pulls away from your mouth, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh please, continue. I was in the neighborhood when Mr. Rogers called me and I wanted to check in on you, but it seems you're already taken care of..." She steps back.

As Esme shifts her inquisitive stare to meet yours, you pat her on the shoulder; catching your drift, she rises to her feet, helping you on yours.

Still flushed by Esme's attentions, you clear your throat. "So... I guess this is introduction day, apparently... Esme, this is my best friend Ashley. Ash, this is Esmeralda, the girl I told you about."

Esme sniffs, "'Sup."

"Nice to finally meet you in person," Ashley forces out a flawlessy polite smile.

Perk of the trade, being able to smile like that on command.

"I didn't want to interrupt, really. I'll... I'll be on my way." You can tell she's uncomfortable, looking for a reasonable excuse to bolt.

"Hey, sorry for leaving you stuck with the broom man, Ash." You offer, trying to break the tension.

"It's fine. If he doesn't move his ass tonight, I'll use it to store that precious broom of his."

Esme stifles a laugh.

"What's dragging you down, though? I've seen you come to work half dead." She asks.

"Eh... took something that didn't reason too well with my brain. But don't worry, by tomorrow I should be fine."

Ashley widens her eyes and hurriedly steps closer, "What did you took? Was it a pill?" She pries open your left eye while putting two fingers on the side of your neck, checking your pulse.

"That was my fault, gave him a faulty popper... I know, I'm a moron." Esme admits, with a hint of frustration in her voice.

Ash is speechless for a moment, shooting her an accusing stare, "...A faulty... popper? That shit is already dangerous as it is! Liam, bud, tell me, you didn't take any meds, aspirin maybe?" She asks, growing increasingly worried.

Sometimes I forget she's studying to be a nurse...

"I... no, I didn't. That would've been bad, isn't it?"

She widens her eyes in disbelief "Bad? Nooo. Since when are heart attacks a bad thing?" She takes a moment to breath, closing her eyes.

Sarah is witnessing the exchange, speechless, and Esme has stepped back, looking lost in her thoughts.

"Okay, you seem fine-ish... for today, absolutely avoid booze. And spicy food."

Damn.

Seeya spicy curry with rice, it's been good for however short it lasted.

"... And of course, no more fucking poppers. Ever. Seriously dude, you're already a smoker, no need to tip the scales any further." She takes a long breath. "...Well, I'm off. Sorry again for the interruption, folks." She says, storming out of the door.

Godsdammit Ash, whatever I did in a past life to deserve you...

I'm fucking grateful.