“Nobody can fuck me while I’m eating.”

She meant for it to sound demanding, stern, like a command. But the way her voice was shaking, she knew that they knew it was a request. But, for reasons she was not about to waste time on, they acquiesced. They were standing on opposite sides of her, stroking their cocks. She was trying to eat her fried egg on toast as slowly as possible, hoping all future meals would grant her this respite.

What is it about runny eggs that always makes me think of jizz? The texture? The taste? And where does the word jizz come from?

When she thought about googling it, she remembered quim. The other one wrote it on a sticky note, one of her nice sticky notes, and nonchalantly handed it to her just as she was walking out the door on her way to work. Without so much as a thought she typed it into the google search bar, on her work computer, at her job, her very professional job.

Might as well search jizz too. Fuck.

She kept on eating, pretending not to notice the two naked men jerking off on either side of her.

Fucking look at it. He can barely fit his hand around it, and I somehow just take it? It’s like a fucking Coke can. Short. Thick. So. Fucking. Thick. I can barely get my mouth around it, but it’s been in my ass? How is that possible? How does he get that thing inside me? It’s so fucking big. Am I all stretched out back there, like a used up porn star? What the fuck have I done with my life that permanent anal gape is now a real concern? Is there kegels for your butthole? Is that a thing? I should google that too. And why in the fuck is his dick so thick? Like, what evolutionary purpose is served by having a short, fat as fuck cock? Look at the other one’s dick, it’s not small, no, not at all small. But it’s not ridiculous either. It’s nice. I prefer that one.

Later today, when my eyes are watering because I’m choking on Mr. Thundercock™, and the other one is fucking jackhammering me from behind, I want to remember that I said that. It’s nice. I prefer that one.

Yeah, I do prefer that one. He even made me cum. God, I hope he didn’t notice, I tried to hold it in, but fuck, I was cumming. What was I supposed to do, not cum? How the fuck do you do that? Fuck, it was amazing, not that I can ever tell him that. I have never cum so hard in my life, I was shaking, my fucking legs would not stop shaking. Quiver. Quim. Jizz. Jesus Christ, am I actually getting wet thinking about it? Fuck. This is so fucked.

She looked down and saw an obvious wet spot on her panties. She didn't bother getting dressed anymore. A raggedy pair of panties and one of their t-shirts was as far as she had gotten today. Anything she put on was likely to get torn, and would definitely get semen on it. It was just a waste of time, she would be completely naked in a minute anyway.

This is not what was supposed to happen. I would walk around in my cute panties, maybe dry off after a shower in front of them. Let them feel me up. Perhaps an occasional handy, maybe even a blowjob, maybe. In exchange for living here for free. That was the plan.That was the deal I tried to bargain for. Now look at me. Free use. Fuck toy. Jizz rag with permanent anal gape. This is so fucked up. It didn't start out this way. They used to be gentle. More reserved. Nicer.

Monster Cock was super shy, and real awkward, he didn't know what he had or how to use it. We are way passed that now. He was so fucking mild, and plain, and boring, like his khaki pants. I never would have guessed that he has that fucking thing, that huge fucking thing. And he is always hard. Like fucking rock hard, all the time. Why does he like to cum on me? He always takes it out and shoots it on my face, or my tits, or into my open mouth. God, in my fucking hair. And why does he have so much cum? Who cums that much, and that many times?

They act like they don't see the cum, or maybe they just aren't bothered by it. Maybe they get used to it, used to touching it, playing with it almost. The other one will lube his dick up with this one's cum. Or finger my ass while his jizz is still dripping out. That's weird, right? Or when they double team me, I see their dicks touch. That little rope of pre-cum that stretches out between the heads of their dicks after they touch. And I know they can feel each other when they're both inside of me. They are basically just rubbing their dicks together, and I'm just here as the lube. As the conduit. I do like that, though. All three of us packed in so tight together. They have to get in a rythm, time it just right, but fuck when they find that perfect pace. They must like it too, why else would they do it so often. Fuck I'm getting wet again. Might as well earn my keep. What do they call people who earn their keep by fucking...

She finished her coffee in one gulp, she had procrastinated her breakfast so long that is was cold. She closed her eyes, and took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself before the endurance fuck began. She startled when it hit her, warm, thick, right across her face. She jumped, and gasped, and sucked some in accidentally. He must have been holding it in for a while, waiting.

Fuck, Captain Thundercock has good aim, I wonder if they all do, if it's easy. How far can he shoot it? I want to see it shoot out, see it fly through the air.

It was running into her mouth, on her lips, the other one was smearing it all over her face with his cock.

See. He definitely likes playing with jizz. Jizz, I wonder where that word comes from...