Finally, just for Izzy

Mina's tongue circled the rim of her asshole with a patience the men hadn't shown. Izzy's spent body twitched against the floorboards. She couldn't move. Her arms were dead weights at her sides. The only part of her operating at full capacity were the nerve endings clustered around Mina's mouth. They were singing. Izzy hiccupped. Her throat had been fucked until she was stupid, and she couldn't even moan anymore. Then Mina's hand moved from her ass cheek, sliding down beside her face and under her chin. For the second time those fingers slid through the cooling cum, and two pushed inside her pussy without preamble. The muscles in Izzy's back flexed. Her mouth opened, and sat open. Mina's tongue in her ass and her fingers inside her vagina wiped her off the face of the earth. Tears came. Her chest shook with sobs. Her face contorted. She couldn't make a sound. She was crying because it felt too good. Nobody had ever touched her like this. Mina knew exactly where to press and how to curl. Izzy's toes cramped. Mina's tongue was played with her asshole like she was trying to clean every last trace of Paul from her. The thought of Mina tasting Paul through her made her clench around those relentless fingers. Mina kept her face buried between Izzy's cheeks. Her worked deeper past the ring Paul had stretched open.

Izzy's body failed to respond. She didn't want to seem ungrateful, but she wasn't capable of doing anything other than staying alive. She had the urge to reach down her back and grab Mina's hair, push her face harder against her ass, but there was zero chance her arms or shoulders or fingers would cooperate. All she could do was lie there and take it. Words wouldn't come. Please. Thank you. More. I love you. I hate you. Give me a break. No, never mind that. Don't stop. Never stop. Ugh, why did she have to mean it all? It felt like someone was taking a drill to her skull, but if she couldn't hold Mina's hair, she definitely couldn't hold off the power drill.

Mina's fingers sped up. The wet squelch of them plunging in and out of Izzy's pussy filled her ears. After all that, no reasonable person would still have the, call it capacity, to keep being fucked like this, but Mina still had energy to spare and her friend's body was responding with gusto. Intuition told Izzy that the phone was still recording somewhere nearby. Maybe the pop ring kept it up on the rug, or she'd stowed it on the bar. She wouldn't want to miss this, even though she was in it, right this second. Mina would want to watch it later when she was alone in her room. She might touch herself to the sight of her wrecked friend crying from having her ass eaten. The thought should have been humiliating. It was, honestly. Izzy's pussy gushed around her fingers anyway.

At long last, Mina pulled her face away. A glossy smear of cum clung to her upper lip. There were other streaks all across her cheeks. Her lips were wet. Her tongue swept out and licked them clean. She swallowed. "There," she said. "Clean."

And suddenly, a second wind. Izzy could move again. It wouldn't last long. She lifted a hand and pressed her fingers to Mina's cheek. She stared at it. Then she reached up, further, further, until her fingers touched Mina's lips. Her mouth opened.