I've always loved the color black. Lights have a unique way of emphasizing focal points and drawing viewer attention to whatever it is the artist intends to accentuate via highlights. Contrast was a miraculous tool, and this body might prove a valuable canvas in showcasing what one could do with only shades of the same color. I stripped myself of the sports top and the skirt I'd chosen to wear the first half of the day and dropped them into a cloth bag tied and hanging at the foot of my bed. This was my laundry "bin".
Naked, I rifled through the remainder of my old crossdressing box until I found the black panties, black sheer skirt, and black sports bra I was looking for. The items would pair quite nicely against my pale, peach skin tones. I'd always considered it just a phase and had been introduced to the idea by an old girlfriend of mine, who had asked that I wear her hello kitty panties. She'd set me up as some form of sadistic prank, laughed when she came into the room where I had them on, and that was pretty much the end of that relationship. I don't think I'd need to get too into the details of it.
The fascinating part is that I had enjoyed it. So much so to the point that I'd even begun questioning whether or not I was meant to be a girl rather than a boy. Being in the actual body of a girl now and having this new perspective, though, nothing about my current state felt right. Don't get me wrong, as I slipped on and pulled up the panties by the waistband over my thighs and watched this form in the mirror, there was nothing wrong with her. Maybe that was part of the problem? Her hip bones jutted out perfectly where the panties band split to accentuate the dip into her pelvis. She was too perfectly formed. Most every human I'd ever met has had some kind of imperfection, but not her. It felt synthetic... and wrong.
I pulled the sports bra over my head and let it squish down the breasts that I'd been given. I fluffed my longhair out behind me and then pulled the translucent skirt up just above the top portion of my underwear. She looked amazing, but I was still feeling a little unsure about upcoming events. I decided to jump into my floor tote and pulled out my old jacket. It would add a little bit of extra and much needed color to the palette, namely yellow. It was a sports jacket with dual parallel racing stripes stretching down off each arm. The internal parts and interior black liner were soft to the touch, while the exterior was designed both to allow airflow while wicking water and precipitation from the wearer.
It was the final and missing piece to the puzzle that was female Jasper's fit.
"And here we are," the door opened and Levi stepped inside with two other male students.
All it took was a singular look. Their faces turned from skepticism to hunger. I sensed both men's worms spring to life as their pupils instantly dilated. They turned to each other, then to me, then back to Levi. A part of them still felt as though they may be being pranked. Levi walked to my desk, turned the chair round, and sat down.
"They're all yours," he said.
I walked to the taller short haired boy first and tip toed up to boop our noses together. At the same time, I wiggled my ass back and forth in front of the other shorter boy, beckoning him inside me.
"So which of you wants what?" I asked.
Both simultaneously dropped their pants, then their drawers. I hadn't even had a chance to get an answer before the shorter one had lurched forward, pulled my panties down beneath my ass-cheeks, and driven himself into my pussy like he was ploughing a field in spring.
"Mmm, fuck." I gasped, unprepared.
The other was just standing there like a lame duck, prompting me to bend downward and take the initiative to begin sucking his hard cock. The moment I had him in my throat he relaxed directly into a soft thrusting rhythm. It was a bit awkward at first, being jostled back and forth between the two, but then they both found their groove. One where the shorter male slowed down a bit and the taller one worked himself into the flow.
Back and forth into one and out of the other, then reversed. I was like a running piston, doing everything I could to make them fill me with that salty umami paste.
*gump gump, gump gump*
Perfect rhythm, one after the other, taking turns in sharing two of my holes. After about 2 minutes I started to realize that the taller boy I had in my tongue wrapped around was actually struggling. I looked up and watched as he kept looking over at Levi, just sitting there and staring at all of us. I pulled his dick from my throat and held it in my hand. My saliva stretched from his shaft and tip and formed a web of spit from my lips to his cock.
Turning to Levi, "Could you do us a favor and turn around for just a minute?", I asked.
Levi looked at the boy, then at me, and nodded cooperatively. He understood what I was asking. Levi stood from the chair and exited the room.
"I'll wait outside," he replied.
I let the spit web draw me back into suckling the tall boy's penis as I watched Levi shut the door behind him. The following forty-five seconds resulted in both boys stiffening, better able to get into the moment with me, and then each of them shooting filthy cum, naturally thickened from the prolonged exposure to foreplay, directly into the back of my throat and deep in my vaginal canal. Both of them shuddered and shook together, pushing their cocks as deep as they could into me from both sides. I may as well have been a pig on a stick for the duration of their unloading.
How exactly did Kabo measure a gallon and how would I know once I'd made it? Did he account for volume in which the delayed release would work in my benefit; or by average mass, in which I would need many more individuals to harvest?
The entire ordeal had taken close to five minutes and for what? Two additional tablespoons? Four? At a required two hundred and fifty-six tablespoons, I'd need a hundred and twenty-eight men and that's only if they delivered an injection of two tablespoons each. At five minutes per duo, I'd need three hundred and twenty minutes or five hours and twenty minutes nonstop. Was the deadline midnight? Levi had seemed fairly sure of it all, but doing the actual math in my head, I was beginning to worry I might not meet Kabo's demands.