Author's Note: Thank you all for your support of this story. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would still be working on Era Erotica come 2019, but here we are! Your feedback, comments and messages have all given me the fuel to keep writing, and I've got plenty more planned for 2019. Happy New Year and I hope you enjoy!Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.Chapter Sixteen: New Year’s Day
Starring Taylor Swift
Featuring Gigi Hadid, Karlie Kloss & Selena Gomez
Codes: MF, MFF, FF, Drunk, Masturbation, Oral
2019
He wasn’t sure what did it. All he knew is one minute he was asleep and the next was pain. His head beat a violent drum, rattling his skull as his stomach twisted like a knot of angry snakes. Every tiny movement was met with a scream of protest.
“Motherfucker…” He whispered, his throat a death rattle. Even the sound of his own haggard voice sent ripples of pain pounding through his head. “What the fuck happened last night?”
The light from the new year was pouring into the bedroom as his body fought against the simple act of opening his eyes. He tried to move his sluggish body, but it refused to obey his commands. Beside him was Taylor’s bedraggled form, looking to be in a similar state. It took several minutes, but he finally managed to sit up in bed, fully clothed from the night before. Taylor stirred next to him.
“Fucking hell…” She whispered in a voice that sounded equally as hoarse. “What did we do last night?”
Cole couldn’t muster the energy to respond. Instead he waited several more minutes before crawling out of bed over to the bathroom.
Behind him he heard Taylor say, “Advil or nothing…”
After vomiting once or twice, Cole splashed some water on his face. He found two empty glasses, filled them water and fumbled with the bottle of aspirin in the medicine cabinet. Just as he was about to leave, he spotted something dark behind the toilet. Bending down to pick it up, a move that threatened to return him to a vomiting state, he snagged the pair lace black panties. Memories suddenly came flooding back to him as the scent of them filled his nostrils. Taylor’s scent. He grabbed the pills and water, returning like a valiant knight from a long quest. She gulped down the pills and water greedily as Cole gingerly rested back on the bed and held the black thong aloft.
“I remember something. Something that happened in the bathroom.”
8:56 PM The Previous Night
The party was off to a great start. We had all just finished several rounds of shots. Liquor was flowing like water, music rattled the walls of the apartment, people were laughing and dancing everywhere you looked. It was a fantastic end to their vacation that began all those weeks ago with a road trip. They had ended up celebrating both Taylor’s birthday and the holidays in the Caribbean. Having arrived in New York only earlier that day, they had one more blowout before going back to their lives and responsibilities. There was a reason everyone always flocked to Taylor’s for a party. She was a remarkable hostess and threw the finest shindigs this side of the Mississippi. So, we found ourselves hosting New Year’s Eve in her New York City apartment with many of her so-called squadin attendance. I was finishing up relieving myself in the bathroom, head still spinning from the booze, when I heard the knob jiggle, followed by the thump of a body against it the door.
“Be out in a second!” I called out.
“Cole! Let me in!” Taylor hissed through the door.
I finished drying my hands and unlocked the door, Taylor forced her way inside, giggling like a madwoman as she threw her arms around me and planted a wet sloppy kiss on my face. She forced me deeper into the tastefully decorated lavatory.
“Mmhmmhm-hmhmmm-Swift?” I managed say after I finally got her lips and tongue off of mine.
“Shhhhh!! We’ve gotta be quick.” She said, her hands already at my belt buckle, undoing it.
My cock grew as she wrestled it free from my pants. I kissed her back, deeply, shoving my tongue inside her mouth. I could taste champagne as her tongue wrestled with mine, our lips clashing fiercely against one another.
I slid my hands up her back, underneath her blouse to undo her bra, but she stopped me, saying, “No time!”
Her choice of short skirt for the evening paid off as she easily slipped her black lace panties off, sliding them down her still tan legs. They momentarily got caught on the tip of one long black heel, before she pulled them free and tossed them away carelessly. I didn’t see where they landed, so focused was I on Taylor. She dropped to her knees, undeterred by the cold hard tile as she looked upon my dick with pure lust. In the next second it had entirely disappeared from view. She gurgled and gagged as my meaty prick filled up the entire space of her oral cavity. She released me with a cough as some spittle escaped down her chin. That didn’t stop her from renewing her oral assault on my member, blonde head bobbing up and down like a crazed sexual deviant. With one hand I gripped the sink, the other, the top of her head. It was in that moment that door swung open. My gaze shifted upwards from the sight of Taylor’s mouth stuffed full of cock to the doorway. Taylor’s best gal pal and fellow popstar, Selena Gomez, stood in there. The Latina pop singer had shocked etched over every inch of her gorgeous face. Taylor let my cock fall from in-between her lips as she spun her head around to see who it was.
“Sel! Get out of HERE!” She said giggling as her hand stroked my cock in full view of her friend.
“S-S-Sorry Tay!” Selena stammered, before quickly closing the door behind her.
Taylor stood up, swaying a bit on her heels and she pointed to me and said, “Sit down.”
She stumbled over to lock the bathroom door with a sharp *CLICK* as I searched for a place to park my behind, pants still around my ankles. It was either the toilet or the sink. Choosing the cold porcelain of the toilet, Taylor staggered back towards, throwing one long gorgeous leg over me as she straddled my lap. I embraced her as she teased my cock with her pink lips before sinking down upon it. Guttural grunts escaped from both of us, hot breath blowing into the other’s face before our lips found each other again.
Taylor rode my lap like a wild stallion. I gripped the edges of the toilet, holding on for dear life, as she gyrated, bucked and bounced on my fuckstick. Searching for a better grip, her fingernails scrabbled against the white porcelain as she clutched the back of the toilet tank. Grinding her hips hard against mine, she rode me like a professional jockey and she wasn’t being quiet either. Her primal moaning echoing loudly off the polished tiles her of bathroom. And sure enough, within a few minutes, there was a loud banging at the door. I could hear giggling and laughing between Taylor’s grunts and groans as she bounced away on my prick. British model Cara Delevingne was the loudest of the group of giggling girls. She was shouting for everyone to come take a listen. If Taylor was embarrassed, she didn’t show it.
“FUCK OFF CARA!” She called out after a few minutes, finally acknowledging the group. “COLE AND I ARE BUSY!”
“Busy fucking.” She called back, through the door. “Come on Tay! Let us in!”
“HE’S ALL MINE RIGHT NOW!” She fixed me with an intense blue-eyed stare and lowered her voice to a husky whisper. “Isn’t that right?”
“Yea it is Swift. I’m yours. Always.”
“Then make me CUM!” She said, elevating her voice again.
I latched my lips onto her neck, kissing the exposed flesh. One hand moved to feel one of her tits, the other gave a meaty slap on her bouncing behind.
“YES!” She screamed, acknowledging my renewed efforts.
Harder she ground her hips, working them back and forth as our bodies undulated atop the toilet. Loud moans mixed with wet slapping noises and the sounds of giggling girls filled my ears as I stiffened with each gyration of her hips. I was harder than steel, jabbing her g-spot with each swing of her waist.
“I’m gonna cum.” She whispered. “I’m gonna cum!” Louder she said it. “THAT’S IT! FUCK YEA! I’M CUMMING!” She was screaming it.
She sank down, so deep was I lodged inside of her, I couldn’t tell you where I ended and she began. Upon that hard rod, her body convulsed and spasmed as the tingling sensation of her orgasm steamrollered over her. Her pussy gripped me as fluids came flooding out of her wet twat. I grunted a sigh of relief as fired my load, balls contracting to pump out the sperm. Together we came, a hot thick load of spunk erupting into her spasming pussy and her nails dug into my back, our lips pressed together. Breathing heavily, we heard whooping and cheering. Taylor drunkenly got down from my lap, hands clumsily moving to catch the dripping cum from her freshly fucked snatch. I stood up on wobbly legs, the bathroom spinning around me as I pulled my pants back up. A long passionate kiss and a quick touch up for her and we were both ready to go back to the party. We both walked out of the bathroom with our heads held high, swaying slightly as we were greeted with more drinks and cheers.
2019
“Ok. Yea, it’s coming back to me. I do remember that. It was right after we did all those shots.” Taylor said, rubbing her temples. “I need coffee before I do anything else.”
They both crept into the kitchen, brewed a pot of coffee and began to try to piece together the previous evening festivities.
“Did my little story jog any memories in that dirty mind of yours?” Cole asked, gingerly sipping from his mug.
“I don’t know, it’s all so hazy.” Taylor replied over the rim of her coffee cup. “But that bathroom sex was pretty hot, wasn’t it?”
“I’ve never been so aroused while sitting on a toilet before.”
“Yea, I bet. Ok, I think I’ve got something. Something to do with Gigi.” She was of course referring to one of her many beautiful model friends, Gigi Hadid.
“You two were making out. I remember that. Something to do with the drinking game we were playing.”
“This was right after that. We did some other stuff.”
“Is that where you disappeared too?” Cole asked, trying to hold onto the memories.
“We snuck into one of the guest bedrooms…”
9:37 PM The Previous Night
“Taylor. Hmmm…we shouldn’t.” Gigi said as I drunkenly pressed my lithe body up against hers.
It was dark, the curtains were drawn. The sounds of the party could be heard coming from the rest of the apartment, but it was nice and quiet in our cozy little space.
“Why not Gigi?” I asked even as my hands fondled her ass and my red lips pressed against her neck, tongue licking the bare skin there.
“Your boyfriend is just outside!”
“You want me to call him in here?”
Gigi looked conflicted even as her body trembled beneath my touch. “Yes. No. I don’t know.”
“He doesn’t mind. He likes it when I fuck other women. Especially if he gets to watch. Do you want an audience?” I whispered, my hot drunken breath on her neck.
Before she could answer, I slipped my delicate hand aggressively down the front of her form-fitting jeans. “Don’t tell me that our little make out session didn’t do anything for you. Because I’m dripping right now.”
“Mmmmhmmmm…” The model said, finally giving in as the tips of my fingers grazed the outside of her panties.
She relented as I gave her a gentle push and she fell backwards onto the bed. Her chestnut colored hair formed a stylish halo around her beautiful rounded face. Her pants came undone with a simple swipe of my fingers and I gave a tug. The tight jeans fought me, but in the end, I won out as her smooth bronzed legs came into view. I climbed on top of her, two sets of pouty lips meeting. Tongues danced, darting back and forth like some kind of wet, sloppy tango. My hand ran along her taunt figure. Heat arose from her crotch as I slid her underwear aside and sunk two long fingers into the moistened velvety box. She gasped as my fingers tickled inside of her steamy twat. Her hands pawed at my blouse, desperately searching for bare skin. I sat up only long enough to slip it off over my head. My bra quickly followed suit. Her mouth instantly found a nipple, sucking hard at my teat with those wonderfully full lips as I curled my fingers inside of her. I felt moans escape from between my lips as her tongue twirled around my areola. Pushing her flat on her back, I slithered down her body until I was kneeling on the rug. She followed me with her blue-green eyes, keenly watching my movements. Her glistening pink pussy was displayed before me as I buried my head between each bronzed leg. It had been a while since I’d gone down on a woman. My lips and tongue eagerly greeted the carnal taste as they treated themselves to an all-female buffet of flavors.
“Mhhmhmmm…TAYLOR!” Gigi cried out as she felt my tongue embedded itself firmly in her snatch.
She reached down both hands to run them through my long blonde hair. I wrapped an arm around each smooth leg and pulled them further apart as I dragged my tongue across her many wet folds, tasting the sweetness oozing there.
If I taste anywhere near this good, no wonder Cole loves going down on me so much. I thought to myself as I gulped down every ounce of secretion coming from the model’s slit.
My panties would have been soaked, if I had been wearing any. Gigi’s tall figure writhed on the bed, thighs tightening around my head as her moans filled the darkened room. I pursed my lips, sucking on her rock-hard clit as I snuck my damp fingers back into her. In response, she ground her hips harder into my face and her cooing grew louder, breath coming in short bursts.
“Oh Taylor! YES! THAT FEELS AMAZING!”
I smiled as snaked my tongue back and forth across her clit, finger-banging her like the firing pistons of an engine, eager to get that sugary lady cum from her. Gigi gripped my hair tightly, grinding my face against her as thigh’s crushed my head, muffling all sound. I was rewarded for me efforts seconds later as she climaxed. Sweet, salty ejaculate flooded into my mouth as I pulled my fingers out to lick up eagerly. I placed a thumb on her clit, strumming like I would a guitar as my tongue lapped up even more gushing fluid. Her back arched, lifting herself up off the bed as her orgasm stretched on and on. When I finally removed my thumb and tongue, she collapsed back onto the bed with a flop. Gigi looked at me dazedly, hair a bit frazzled.
“Tay…fuck that was exactly what I needed.”
I stood up, climbed on all fours onto the bed. I watched her with the intensity of a hungry predator as I crawled up to her beautiful face. She puckered her lips and closed her eyes as if to kiss me. Instead I straddled her face, mashing my sopping pussy against her puffy lips. She gave a muffled cry as I ground my fat twat against her face. My skirt settled down around her head, so I couldn’t even see her, but I could sure as hell feel her. Those lips press against my clit and that tongue dove in for a taste of its own. It was my turn to moan loudly as she expertly ate me out while I grinded my greedy vagina against her money-maker. She wrapped an arm around each thick thigh, holding me tightly as she munched away with the dexterity and precision of a seasoned pro. I only needed another minute of her all-star lesbian lickfest before I came myself. Shrieking loudly, I gyrated my hips faster as I flooded her mouth with my own cum. When the warmth and tingling sensation finally wore off, I climbed off her make-up smudged and wet face before flopping onto the bed, utterly satisfied.
2019
As Taylor finished her account of the evening, Cole was sufficiently hard. He was tempted to jump her right there, if the idea of any physical activity, even one as pleasurable as that, wasn’t incredibly nauseating. They gazed at each other, the electric sizzle of arousal coursing through the air between them. Their musings were interrupted by the buzzing of both their phones. It was a text from Karlie Kloss, another of Taylor’s many model friends.
Last night was fun you two. Makes me miss the old days. We should get together more often. 
Their eyes moved from their phones to each other, each with the same question upon their lips. The asked the question simultaneously, “Did we fuck Karlie last night?”
“I feel like no matter how blackout I was, I would remember fucking the two of you.”
“Same.” Taylor said, then paused. “Should we just ask her? Straight up?”
Cole gave a half shrug, half nod as Taylor picked up her phone. She called the model and put it on speaker. Even the ringing of the phone was too much. Thankfully she answered almost immediately.
“Hey you two. Didn’t expect that booty call to come quite so soon.”
“Very funny Kloss. Cole and I are here. We were just wondering…” Taylor started to say as she searched for the right words.
“What we did last night?” Karlie answered for her, giving a laugh. “I had a suspicion you two might not remember. You were both pretty wasted by that point.”
“Yep. Spill the beans Karlie. What exactly happened?” Cole asked.
10:13 PM The Previous Night
Everyone was having a great time as the night wore. People were chugging down every kind of liquor imaginable, dancing to the upbeat thump of the music, conversing intensely with one another or busy making out and looking for a dark corner to sneak off too. I looked around, acutely aware that I hadn’t seen our hosts in a while. They were probably off fucking somewhere. Again. Still…maybe it would be worth it to check out. Between the noises from the bathroom earlier and the satisfied look on Gigi’s face, maybe I could get a show or a treat myself. I left my husband sitting like a lump on the couch and went to investigate. It turns out you didn’t need to be a genius to solve that particular conundrum. Especially since they hadn’t even managed to make it to their bedroom. Cole stood in the dark hallway, his back pressed against their bedroom door. His pants were around his ankles. Taylor on her knees, mouth stuffed full of cock as her blonde head bobbed back and forth. For a minute or two I just watched the two. Cole gave a deep grunt as Taylor gagged on his fat cock. It reminded me of the fun we all used to have. I stepped forward, clearing my throat loudly.
“You know, your room is
right there.”
Cole’s head snapped up to fix his unsteady green-eyed gaze upon me. Taylor dislodged his cock from her throat and turned around to see who had interrupted them.
“KARLIE!” She yelled, grinning like a drunken fool with smudged lipstick and drool running down her chin.
She looked at Cole’s dick and back towards me, her hand wrapped around the slick thick shaft. She offered it up like a plate of hor d’eourves. What a generous hostess. I felt my body step forward, thumb clenched between my teeth as I struggled against the sudden rush of arousal. I’d had a few drinks myself. I moved next to Taylor, slowly dropping to my knees, eyes fixated on the impressive specimen of dick in front of me.
“I suppose my husband won’t mind if I have a quick taste.” I said, more for mine own benefit then either of theirs.
I opened my mouth wide and took Cole deep, feeling his hefty cock slide across my tongue and press against the back of my throat. I had to pause for a moment and try to adjust. I had grown accustomed to a much smaller cock. Tightening my lips around his shaft, I slowly but surely dragged them down to the base, my nose pressed against his smooth pubic region. He leaked sticky precum down my throat as I held him there. Taylor gave a giggle and a whoop as I deepthroated her man. I held him there until I needed a breath and released him with a gasp.
“Whoa Cole. Damn you’re big. I’d forgotten.” I said, wiping the corners of my mouth.
He didn’t have time to respond as my lips covered him again and I started sucking. I gazed up at him while I blew his big hard cock. Taylor ran her hand over my body, groping my tender areas as she ducked her head underneath to gobble at his balls. Cole let out a long guttural groan as the two hottest blondes at the party worked in tandem to coax a nice fat juicy load from his swollen testicles. My own blonde head was bobbing as quickly as Taylor’s had been. The longer his girthy fuckstick plunged in and out of my oral cavity, the more I realized that I wanted his cum. Like really wanted it. My enthusiasm at an all-time high, I used every oral trick I knew, slobbering up and down the fleshy instrument of pleasure. Pausing to sloppily kiss one side of the spit-soaked prick, Taylor’s pouty lips met mine on the other side. Our tongues curled around the rock-hard flesh to play with one another as our lips pressed hard together. We slowly moved down the shaft, teasing and kissing every inch of meaty cock. Reaching his bulging testicles, each of us took one into our mouth’s sucking like a vacuum. We each placed a hand on the shaft, working in perfection synchronization as we stroked him fiercely. Taylor took him back into her mouth, blowing him like a professional pornstar as I focused on his balls. I bathed the already dripping nutsack with more saliva as I ran my tongue over his scrotum, kissing and sucking all the way. He looked ready to blow any second, and who could blame him? Pushing Taylor off of that fat cock, I swallowed him straight down. My cheeks caved inwards as my lips formed a seal, sliding up and down the shaft. My eyes were locked right on his. He mumbled some kind of warning as his cock swelled and suddenly hot, thick, jism exploded like a bomb into my mouth, pumping another huge load. I squealed with glee as his salty semen washed over my tongue.
God, he tastes so good. I thought to myself, inadvertently comparing him to my husband.
So much more cum too. When I released him, not a drop of cum had been spilled. I opened my mouth wide to prove it, my wiggling tongue swirling around the pearly pool.
Taylor looked aghast at me. “Karlie! Uncool!” She was pouting as she swayed unsteadily on her knees. “That’s my cum! Give it here!”
She forced her lips onto mine, tongue snaking into my open mouth. She was the hostess after all, it was only right to share. Her tongue dipped into the pool of swirling sticky goo, lapping like a kitten at a milk saucer. Our lips came together as the cum was swapped back and forth. Before we knew it, all of his precious baby batter had disappeared down our gullets. One lone drop rolled down Taylor’s cheek. I darted forward, licking it up eagerly. I daren’t waste a drop.
“I love you two…” He said drunkenly mesmerized by the sight of us. “We need to get together, like every weekend.”
I giggled and stood up. “Maybe not every weekend, but I’ll take you up on that offer. You two lovebirds behave now.”
Both gave me drunken goodbyes as they tumbled into their room to do lord knows what. I marched back towards the party. Wiping my mouth to make sure it was clean, I searched for my husband only to find him in the exact spot I left him. I sat back down next to my him, still able to taste Cole’s virile seed on my taste buds.
“Where have you been dear?” He asked.
“Oh…I was just helping Taylor with something.” I said, unable to stop a sly smirk spreading across my face.
2019
“Uh-huh.” Taylor said. “Well, you were right. We
should get together more often.”
“No arguments here.” Cole said.
“I’ll check my schedule. Ta-ta you two.” She said cheerily and ended the phone call.
“That brings us about to midnight.” Said Taylor. “Do you remember ringing in the new year?”
“…not exactly.” Cole admitted.
“Lemme text Sel. She was with me most of the night maybe she remembers.”
Across town in the middle of a late morning workout, Selena Gomez looked down at her phone. A text from Taylor. Thinking it was likely about something last night, she swiped her phone to open it. Indeed, it was. Her fingers hesitated over the screen, pondering what exactly she should tell them of what she saw last night.
11:53PM The Previous Night
I wanted a quiet moment alone before the clock struck midnight, so I slunk away from the party up to the roof where we had all begun the evening. My heels clicked on the stairs as I reached the door to the roof. Just as I was about to push it open, I heard some strange noises coming from the other side. Opening it a sliver, I peered out onto what I thought would be a deserted rooftop. Instead, I saw two people going at it. The woman was bent over the railing, black heels planted firmly on the ground as she cried out to the city below while her man thrusted behind her wildly.
“Of course.” I whispered to myself as I peered closer at the pair. “Taylor and Cole! They’re fucking again! That’s gotta be like the fifth time tonight. Damn that’s a good dick.”
Taylor was grunting like a wounded animal. She always did like to squeal in the sack. Cole was using her hips like handlebars as he plowed her from behind. I opened the door a bit further to get a better view. Both were clothed, apart from Taylor’s lower half. It was freezing out, but the gigantic heating lamps placed strategically helped to make it tolerable. Still that meant I could get a nice profile view of that thick cock that was fucking my best friend. It had been haunting my dreams all night since I’d seen Taylor blowing Cole in the bathroom. The noises coming from Taylor as that fat prick pounded her little pink pussy into submission were enough to send me spiraling into a state of arousal. Her screams of pleasures bounced off the concrete city, intermingling with the sounds of New Year’s Eve celebrations coming from the streets below.
“Fuck me. I’d love a cock like that.” I whispered, my imagination running wild with naughty abandon.
Taylor and I had no secrets from one another, and she had gone into many lengthy details about Cole’s sexual prowess, but never before had I actually seen them in action or gotten to partake myself. I could feel heat blooming between my legs as my pussy dampened while watching Cole rail my best friend. I didn’t close the door. Instead, I watched as the steam from their breath float away into the air as their hot genitals clashed in the cold night. I tucked my luscious locks of jet-black hair behind each ear, bit down on my glossy pink lower lip and slipped a hand beneath my own skirt. Already the fabric of my undergarments was moist. Over the fabric I pressed, stroking lightly back and forth as I watched them fuck. Cole was wild animal, drunk off his ass and without a care in the world. He mercilessly clapped his hips against hers, plump ass rippling beneath each savage thrust. His heavy cum-filled orbs were swinging like a pendulum as he drove himself balls deep over and over again. I shifted my panties aside and sunk one caramel-colored digit deep into my twat, shuddering at the sensation. I immediately followed with another. I’d gotten very good at pleasuring myself in recent months. Knuckle deep, I searched for my own g-spot, finding it immediately and began to flick my manicured fingertips against the most sensitive of my inner regions. I bit down on my harder, as carnal noises threatened to escape from between from my very full lips.
“YES COLE! FUCK ME! THAT’S IT! FUCK ME! FUUUUCCKKK MEEE!!” Taylor cried out to the city below her.
She must be wasted as well. I clutched the door for support as I fucked myself on my fingers, grinding my hungry pussy into my tiny hand as placed the flat of my thumb against my hard clit to, working desperately to bring myself to orgasm. Taylor did look beautiful, light from a thousand sources reflecting her shining blonde hair as it bounced around. She always looked beautiful.
“Turn around.” Cole said, the slur in his words evident even from my distance.
He stopped his thrusting until she spun around to face him. “I wanna see your face while I fuck the shit out of you.”
That’s sweet. I thought to myself.
She pulled off of him, momentarily exposing his cock to the air before leaning backwards against the railing. She took her mile-long legs and wrapped them around his waist as he lifted her up with his arms and reentered her piping hot snatch. I now had a clear view of Taylor’s face twist with pleasure as Cole began jackhammering into her again. My fingers flicked faster inside of me as my free hand slipped beneath my shirt to tweak one dark nipple. Suddenly the sound of cheering erupted throughout the streets of New York City. 30 seconds to midnight.
“YES COLE!” Taylor screamed. “MAKE ME CUM! RIGHT AT MIDNIGHT!”
He uttered a grunt of affirmation and held her tighter, kissing her sloppily as his hips became a blur, the sound of smacking flesh audible even over the screams from the streets below. It was sweet music to my ears as whimpers of ecstasy escaped from between my clenched white teeth. Taylor’s O-face was gradually taking over as all parties came closer and closer to climax. My body was begging for an orgasm, and my fingers were eager to grant it, almost as if they had a mind of their own.
“Ten…nine…eight.” People could be heard screaming below.
“GONNA CUUUMMM! C-C-CCC-UUUMMMIINGGG!” Taylor yelled as her screams tore through the air.
“Seven…six…five…four…”
My brown eyes squeezed shut as as I sunk my fingers in deep again, grinding like I was riding an actual cock.
“God! Yes!” I squeaked out as my own orgasm triggered like a bullet firing from a gun.
“Three…two…one!”
Both Taylor and Cole screamed in unison as they climaxed together. He roared as he flooded her cunt with his sticky jism. I threw one hand over my mouth to muffle my cries as all three of us rang in the New Year. The warm electricity shot through my body, sending tingles out to the very tips of my body as I pulled my digits from my dripping pussy with a wet *PLOP*. They glittered in the light. I brought them up to my mouth and watched my reflection in the window as they disappeared into my mouth, tasting the sweet nectar glistening there. The couple was panting heavily as Cole pulled out, his massive dick flopping in the cold night. I could make out the hint of a big juicy load in Taylor’s pretty pink pussy as her fingers moved down to feel it seeping out of her. They shared a kiss as the cheers from below continued on and on. My senses finally returning to me, I readjusted my panties, gave my fingers one final lick and shut the door. I hurried back downstairs on wobbly legs before I was discovered by anyone.
2019
Lost in her thoughts, Selena’s thumbs were still hovering above her phone. With a jolt back to reality, she began to type out a message.
I’m pretty sure you banged up on the roof and then came downstairs to pass out.Selena placed her phone down and got off the treadmill. The images of Cole humping Taylor were still firmly fixed in her head. She retreated to her bedroom and her vibrator for an entirely different kind of workout.
“She says we had sex on the roof, then passed out.” Taylor said, looking at her phone.
Cole nodded. That seemed likely. “Talk about starting the New Year with a bang! New Year’s Eve 2018 sounded like a pretty good night.”
“You did not just say that.” Taylor said, rolling her eyes. “It did sound fun though.” Her mouth twitched with a smile.
“What now?”
“To a great 2019. Together. And to start cleaning up this apartment, it’s a fucking mess.” He stared at her with the biggest smile on his face.
Taylor matched his grin. “You get the broom and start sweeping up the glitter. I’ll start picking up bottles.”
“Sounds good Swift. Sounds good.”
End Of Chapter Sixteen
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