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Chapter 8 by Torg Torg

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Explosion

As Zach's thrusts into my mouth become more forceful and his moans grow louder, I can feel DJ and Seth's rhythms speeding up. I look over my shoulder at DJ, who's now expertly finger fucking my clit while continuing to fuck my pussy. I reach back and pull Seth's head closer to me, whispering, "Fill my asshole, baby. Fill me up."

Seth starts to fuck my ass faster, his balls slapping against my pussy with every thrust. I can feel my body responding to the intense sensations coursing through my veins. DJ's fingers are a blur on my clit, and it's only a matter of time before I reach the brink of orgasm.

Zach is now fucking my mouth with an unrelenting intensity, his groans growing deeper and more primal with each passing second.

Feeling his cock swell in my mouth, I cup his balls and play with them. His eyes go wide with surprise, and in a sudden burst of hot, salty fluid, he fills my mouth with his cum. I swallow it eagerly, savoring the taste of his seed, which triggers my climax.

Feeling the intense release from Zach, DJ and Seth both groan loudly and begin to flood my pussy and asshole with their powerful ejaculations. I wiggle and moan as they fill me, my orgasm shaking my body. Everyone keeps going for half a minute.

As the last of their orgasmic shudders subside, I collapse onto DJ's body, giggling and gasping for breath. He kisses my neck as he wraps his arms around me, and Seth leans in to kiss my ass cheek. Zach sits down hard on the floor as his knees give out. We lay there for a moment, savoring the afterglow of our intense encounter.

"Oh, my God," I pant, still catching my breath. "That was... that was incredible."

Zack is dazed, his eyes still wide from the intensity of his orgasm. His power of speech has fled.

DJ grins at me, his eyes shining with pleasure. "I think we just blew his mind, babe."

Seth chuckles softly as he strokes my hair. "I think you might have created a fan for life."

I can't help but laugh at that. "Well, Zack, welcome to the club."

We lay there for a few more moments, relishing the feeling of being sweaty and sexually satisfied, our bodies still intertwined. Then, slowly, we all disentangle ourselves and move back to our respective positions on the couch and floor.

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