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It wasn’t going to be a productive morning, that much Mary knew the moment she had struggled her way through the first lonely sentence of her newest book project. Most of the time she loved working in the morning when her brain was still well-rested and the ideas fresh and not even the beautiful nature around her house had woken up, but then there are exceptions to every rule and this day looked like one of them.
Staring at the notebook screen on the table in front of her she sighed and leaned back in a last attempt to focus, but the ideas she had fallen asleep with had vaporized. Of course it wasn’t the first time and normally she had a plan B in the form of blog posts but she had enough of a backlog of finished posts for months and really didn’t feel like wasting her time on increasing it any further.
No, it certainly looked more like a slow morning to her, like enjoying the luxury of a flexible schedule she had worked so hard for when she had still been working a full-time dreaded office job in addition to her writing.
Years of stress, exhaustion and living a second life had ultimately paid off and afforded her this nice little cottage close to the forest and far from anything she hated, so why not dwell in that luxury for a while?
There was no one in the house with her, no one even close enough to hear it if she were to fire off a gunshot and that above all the other luxuries she enjoyed these days meant pure freedom.
At any given time in her life she had been surrounded by more people than she liked to be around at the same time – or liked in the first place. Money and a semi-safe future aside the lack of people to deal with never failed to bring joy to her heart. No one would care or even notice if she wasn’t bringing her A-game all day every day, if she had wasted money on a haircut to look ‘professional’ or cut the hair herself to avoid spending a ton of money on an unpleasant experience with more people she couldn’t stand.
And who would complain if she were to take a masturbation break right there, right then? No one, that’s who. She was still dressed in her warm, comfy pyjamas so there wasn’t even the low hurdle of restrictive clothing, just a standing invitation. And what was more insulting than rejecting a friendly invitation?
Mary allowed her fingers to slip under the fabric, overcoming the slight resistance of the pants pressed against her stomach before they dived head first into adventure. She always loved these first seconds the most, when her brain was still trying to catch up with the touches her body was already reacting to. With her mind still sort-of clear she had a few moments to wonder how something she had done consistently her whole adult life could still feel different each time, but then her vision already started to become cloudy and she lost the thought in favor of emotions.
She caught glimpses of her surroundings, from her feet on the table dangerously close to her laptop over the trees outside the window to the fog that lay between them and her house. All of them disappeared into the back of her mind as quickly as they had come, like traffic flowing past her when she was still biking to work each morning.
Her thoughts lingered there for a second or two, wondered how she had not died in a couple of situations over the years before a clear moment stepped in and she noticed her body tensing up, shivering slightly in the morning cold and the relaxed, almost silent moan escaping her lips before she let two fingers dive into the warm wetness of her pussy and the moment of clarity was gone again.Flashes of her current book projects and new ideas flew past her inner eye and she tried to hold onto them because those ideas were pretty damn good. Had been pretty good, or would have sounded nice on the page if she could still remember them the next second.
In a sudden rush of anger with herself she intensified her rhythm, putting her whole body in overdrive mode as the forceful pushes of her fingers increased the frequency of short breaths and audible moans. For some reason her last boss crossed her mind, not because she had liked him even the slightest bit but because she knew she was now free of his influence and she didn‘t have to hurry to the bathroom for a quick masturbation break anymore.
Then his stupid face was gone as well, replaced with the faces of her few remaining friends, a day they had spent camping by a lake laughing and drinking around a campfire long past their usual bed time. She was pretty sure some of the faces she saw hadn‘t even been there that day, but before she could scold her brain for playing tricks on her she had forgotten about it again as her body was overcome by a shiver.
Damn it, it was the usual phase when the orgasm was closing in faster than she wanted, she enjoyed this frantic state too much to stop yet. Against better knowledge she tried pushing it back by slowing down her pace, but all that did was making her experience the orgasm creeping up with open eyes, knowing it would be much too short.
The next second her nerve ends exploded from the middle of her body outwards, making her back bent with her fingers still inside her and pushing all air out of her lungs in one long moan that seemed to never end, depleting her of all air she so desperately needed to breath.
For some reason the first thing her eyes picked up as her vision became clear again was the tip of her feet clad in think white socks and her first thought was why she hadn‘t long broken out the comfy winter socks now that fog and fallen leaves were daily occurrences.
Then the rest of the room came back into view and Mary felt yesternight‘s ideas and plans flow back into her, making her fingertips ache with desire to put them to paper.
But first some coffee.
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Alex had a problem, a fucking huge problem in the form of her best friend’s boyfriend’s cum all over her stomach and no idea how she had allowed that to happen. Not that she regretted the past half hour or whatever, but as amazing as she had felt as horrible did the decision seem in retrospect.
She could tell Nate was feeling the same way, could see the same conflicting emotions in his eyes.
“What did we do?”, he asked, resting his chin on his palm.
“We fucked up and fucked. Liz can never know about this, never ever.”
He nodded. “Absolutely not. I’m sorry, it felt great when we were doing it, really did, but…”
“…I know what you mean. Know what really feels bad?”
“Hm?”
“It hasn’t gone away, I still want to fuck you. Like again, right now even though I already feel horrible.”
He smiled and his eyes on her naked body made her feel more insecure than she had felt since her first boyfriend.
“Well, I can’t deny that I feel similar, but…”
Alex got up from the chair she had been sitting on and walked over to Nate. “You know what, let’s do it. Let’s get it out of our systems, it’s still three days until Liz comes back.”
“What? No, come on.”
“No, look at us. We already fucked up, big time. It’s going to happen again if we don’t get it out of our systems, fuck until we don’t want to fuck each other anymore. Look at this”, she pointed at her pussy that was still – already again? – wet, “and tell me you don’t want to fuck it.”
“I don’t want to fuck it”, Nate answered, but it didn’t take a genius to see the lie in his eyes or hear it in his voice.
Alex sat down on the couch next to him and put her arm around his shoulder. That alone felt better than she cared to admit.
“You lie, and I can see it. And you know what? If I can see it so can Liz. Just think, if she comes back and sees this guilty look between us you and I are both out of a good friend.”
“You could sell ice to an eskimo, you know that?”
Alex chuckled and the next moment she was on top of him, slowly rubbing her pussy against his dick that was almost hard enough again to slide into her, fuck the ever-living shit out of her and make her utter words no lady should utter. She kissed his lips and it felt so good that she immediately felt ashamed, these lips and this man were exactly what she wanted. Wanted so much that she didn’t care they belonged to a person who trusted her without a second thought.
She would take him until she had enough of him, then probably again to make sure she was truly fed up and they could continue living in peace, all three of them.
But right now she wanted to cum more than anything else in the world and his dick was a damn fine way to achieve that. There was something about it that was just perfect, it had the perfectly right size to stretch her a little – but not too much – and a slight curvature that her body wasn’t used to, but craved.
She bounced up and down on him, felt his strong hands and the tight grip they had on her butt cheeks and noticed he was thrusting up as much as she was pushing down.
Normally the second round was always slower, exhaustion and satisfaction doing their part to ease the speed a little but if anything they were going faster than they had earlier. There was no satisfaction yet, and until there was Alex knew she wouldn’t slow down the slightest bit.
“Fuck me, treat me like a slut.” She had no idea how that had come over her lips, but before she had finished her sentence she felt the burning sensation of his hand smacking her ass.
“That’s exactly what you are, a slut cheating on her best friend.”
That hurt about as much as her ass, but it was what she needed. “And you? Weak, too weak to be a man and wait a week for your girlfriend to come home.”
It worked, she felt she was about to cum and there were few things that could keep her from it either. Another smack on her ass and another forceful, almost hateful thrust into her pussy didn’t help either, in fact they were just what had been missing and she found her eyes roll up, air escape her lungs in a pathetic moan and her muscles shiver enough to let her fall down into his arms.
Nate didn’t seem to care, he kept fucking her and didn’t bother to pull out, his cum filling her pussy as much as her mind while she slowly came back to her senses. She got off of Alex’s lap, his dick slipping out of her pussy and his cum noticeably dripping out of her as she once more sat down on the couch.
“Better?”, Alex asked.
“Better. But no, I’m not done with you yet if you thought that.”
“Neither am I. Sorry I called you a slut.”
She had almost forgotten already and that made her smile as much as the realization that she deserved that insult.
“Sorry I called you weak, with how hard you fucked me that’s just not the right word.”
They both laughed, a bit of the friends they had used to be before preying on each other peaking through again.
“I’ll need a break though. Coffee?”
“Coffee.”
They made their way into Nate’s and Liz’ kitchen where she had spent so many hours but now felt like a stranger regardless. The coffee was steaming in front of them without so much as word said, but Alex started enjoying her nakedness now. It was kind of weird that with how good Liz and she knew each other she had never spent a single minute in this house without clothes on since Nate or other friends were usually there as well or just gone for a short time.
Now she sat on one of the kitchen stools and noticed she would have to clean it when she got back up, enjoyed the coffee revitalizing her spirits as much as the slight shiver from the cold air on her naked skin.
Nate sat down opposite to her and smiled wrily. “This has to be the weirdest day in years.”
Alex smiled back and got in closer, resting her elbows on the table between them with her mug at her lips. “Oh really? Which day was weirder?”
“Oh, figure of speech.”
“Nu-uh, I saw that look in your eyes.”
“Uh, I was just thinking of the only time I’ve ever been to a brothel. Different kind of weird, but weird it was.”
With her smile broadening Alex asked: “Well, what’s the difference between fucking a slut and fucking a slut?”
“Would you stop calling yourself that? Makes me, I don’t know…”
“Horny, I bet. You like this as much as I do.”
He shrugged. “Kind of hard to admit. You have a great body and a dirty mind, what’s not to like?”
“Maybe the fact we have to take breaks between fucking. My mind is still horny, it’s my body that needs some rest.”
“I hear you. What’s your record by the way?”
“Number of orgasms in a day? Like five I think, but that was me alone with no one to judge me.”
“Six it is then, I’m already tired thinking about how tired we’ll be by the end of the day.”
“I’ve judged you more like a three-and-then-fall-asleep-standing kind of guy”, Alex scoffed.
“Hey!”
“Well, you can prove me wrong whenever you want.”
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Life had never been easy, not growing up on the streets as much as in foster families who might or might not be nice people.
But then whenever Moira saw spoiled brats she had known she was much better off, actually learning valuable life lessons they would never learn at all, or if when they were forty and left by their spouses. Maybe. Whatever.
The first and most important of those lessons had been to develop two separate personalities. Nice girl working hard for her place in life on the outside, and ever hungry and wild bitch who knew she could just take what she wanted on the inside.
The nice Moira had somehow made it to college, the wild side was lucky not to be in jail for all the shit she had pulled over the years.
Granted, she had come very close a couple of times and still was on probation for another year, but close to the line was always better than crossing it.
Came with a bunch of annoying shit though, like weekly visits to the psycho whose job it was to ‘repair’ other psychos. She sat in the waiting room, trying to stare the cute little assistant behind the counter deep into uncomfort and fear out of boredom, not the hardest of challenges.
Probably the tattooed arms, or maybe the short blue hair, the leather jacket or just the mix. Whatever it was worked just fine, and Moira felt satisfied to establish dominance without even trying. Cutie stared at her screen and avoided looking up and just when Moira felt bored again the door at the other side of the room opened and Psycho-Steve waved her inside.
Not forgetting a dark glance as she passed the assistant she made her way to the next room and closed the door behind her before sitting down in the lounge chair opposite of Steve who sat on the black leather couch. That was part of his game, fucking with expectations and cliches to act like he was actually a nice guy and not just a shrink like all the others.
He probably had some kind of last name, but since he insisted on being called Steve she hadn’t bothered to remember. Not that he belonged to the kind of people who deserved being called by their last name, but doctors usually insisted on being called by full title and ideally half their ancestor’s names.
“You know, I think I could actually get used to these visits.”
“Oh, how’s that?”
“This chair is pretty damn comfortable.”
“And here I thought we were making progress.”
“I think a wise man once said: No progress is ever made sitting in chairs.”
“You are making that up, but point taken. Still you are here, which is a good start. So, how’s college going?”
“Better than most people would assume.”
“Is that a problem for you? What people assume you to do?”
“Can we cut the psycho crap?”
“We can, if you tell me something that I can help you with I won’t have to keep trying and prying and asking.”
Moira cocked her head, a weird thought crossing her mind. It had been a while since she had let anyone near her, and this time, place and the strangely okay doc had a bit of potential. Whatever, worth a try.
“You know what, there’s actually something you could help me with.”
“I’m listening.”
“It’s been a while since someone really thoroughly fucked me, you know? Not just life, someone real.”
She noticed with amusement that he wasn’t even sat aback, shocked or even aroused. Just stone-cold sober doc. Psycho, what she was saying.
“I’m afraid that’s not on the list of services the state pays for. And don’t think I hear that for the first time, for how tough you chicks act you sure are all severely underfucked if you pardon my French.”
Moira chuckled, for the first time since her first shrink meeting sometime in second grade she drew something like enjoyment out of one.
She pointed to the door. “And you are not? I’ve seen your little cutie out there. She sure looks all fancy and fuckable, but not as if she’s spreading her legs for you. In fact I’m not sure if she has ever spread her legs for anyone so far.”
Steve couldn’t help but smile.
“Not that I know of, certainly not with strangers like you seem to.”
Moira cocked her head to the side, almost unfazed by the insult. But before she could lose her temper a smile crept up on her lips.
“I thought you were supposed to be the person I can trust with all my problems?”
“Doesn’t mean I’m the one who solves them all for you. I can only help you identify them and then you have to resolve them yourself.”
Moira smiled and got up from her chair, letting her leather jacket glide onto the seat behind her.
“You helped me identify my problem of being underfucked as you put it so nicely, so now I’m trying to resolve that.”
Then she walked over and before he could prevent it she turned around and sat in his lap, leaned against him and loking at him from the corner of her eye.
“I bet you those chicks who have made advances on you have never come close to actually trying, have they? All talk, no walk?”
She felt his hands on her waist trying to lift her up, but resisted by pushing herself against him.
“I’m not teasing you, I mean it. If I have to come here ever fucking week, we can at least use the time and be fucking every week.”
It was no secret to her butt cheeks that he was pretty hard and she knew she had all but won him over.
“I’m supposed to help you with your skewed world view, not add to it”, he said, but it sounded like the weak attempt it was.
“Come on, Doc. We both know there is nothing wrong with my head and that I simply grew up under difficult circumstances. Fuck, I made it to college for god’s sake. Can’t I have some luck in this world every now and then? All the hard work” – she let her fingers run over the bulge in his pants – “and what do I get for it? Two years on probation and that’s it?”
She had won. There was no need for him to say the words, his fingers moving along her hips to the inside of her legs and his lips on her neck were just as good indicators.
And they felt good, both the physical touch and the satisfaction of having achieved something meaningful for a change. A refreshing change of pace to the guys she had slept with in the past, this man wasn’t rushing anything and seemed to have all the time in the world to explore her with his fingers.
He fumbled her belt open and Moira felt it press into her body when he pulled it tight to open it. Her zipper came undone without her doing and the next moment he had her lick his fingers before they found their way down to the welcoming darkness between her legs.
Moira started grinding her hips against him as much as down on his fingers, warming them both up when neither really needed any more warming up.
Suddenly it was her who felt the need to rush, she had not known that she was that desperate even a second ago. Shoes and pants were all that was needed to get rid off, and a hard dick and wet vagina all the finesse they needed.
He felt good as she let herself glide onto him, big but not too big. She bowed down to share a kiss, but it turned into a breath cut short as Steve pushed his hips up, letting him glide into her in one forceful thrust.
Yes, that she could get used to. For a second she closed her eyes and let her life’s choices pass her in a brief second, making her question her motives, life and choices just long enough to be surprised by another thrust she hadn’t seen coming.
When she opened them again the world had become a lot smaller, reduced to a couch and a half naked man that was healing wounds she hadn’t known she had.
It seemed that there really were no secrets either of them had to keep from the other anymore, and instead an unspoken agreement that neither of them would stop for anything.
She was so close, each thrust coming a split second before she expected it and a fraction of a second after the last one. He had her hips in a tight grip and was hammering her from below, making her wonder on each thrust why she hadn’t come yet.
In that moment the door opened slightly and Moira knew without looking at a clock that her hour was over and cutie had come to check on them before her face actually appeared in the door.
Their eyes met and for a split second both could see deep into the other’s soul. In that moment Moira could see a crushed desire hardening the other woman’s eyes, and the moment her face disappeared again Moira was overcome with a shivering wave of pleasure that shook her whole body and only Steve’s hands prevented her from losing her balance.
Before she had a chance to come back to her senses she heard Steve under her whisper: “Oh god, I’m going to come.”
Moira knew that was only half of what he meant, he was really saying that he was going to come inside her if she didn’t keep him from it. Well, she wasn’t.
Between a couple of breathes she uttered: “Do it, not the first. Won’t be the last”, which was all that was needed to send Steve over the edge. Or maybe it was her violently pushing her hips down.
She felt his dick twitch and spasm inside her, as well as the incredibly exhilarating feeling of being filled up with hot cum. It was the ultimate sign of winning, of pushing someone so far beyond a sane mental state that he trusted her with his cum inside her. She looked at his eyes while sense returned into them, watched his expression change back to the sober state he showed the outside world.
He wanted to say something, anything really, but Moira smiled and pressed her still wet fingers on his lip and shook her head. He nodded, and for the first time ever she felt as if a shrink actually understood her a little.
They both got dressed in silence and shared a smile she had last shared when she still believed in trust and friendship, then Steve finally spoke again.
“I can’t say I regret that. Shouldn’t have done what we did, but I’d say we made definite progress today.”
Moira grinned and nodded. “You made a lost cause feel a little less lost. Actually I’m looking forward to next week.”
He nodded with his grin mirroring hers, then she left without another word. No need to waste words when everything is clear.
Moira closed the door behind her, then walked over to the counter, making it impossible for that bitch to ignore her presence. As soon as she looked up Moira’s world was in order again, a day without making a new enemy didn’t feel like a fulfilled day.
Before she could say anything Moira smiled at her in the most innocent way possible, then asked: “Excuse me, can you please check if it is possible to reschedule my appointment next week to Thursday?”
They both knew there was nothing she wanted to do less, but that was okay. For Moira at least.
“Four P.M. Don’t bring so many clothes, maybe you’ll not have to work overtime then.”
With another smile but without an answer Moira turned around and left, once more proving that causing havoc was the truest form of happiness.
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Kyle could appreciate the irony of his next door neighbour being called Alice and his friends certainly had a field day when they found out as well. From the few times he had seen her she also looked about like one would imagine, lean with nice curves and a nicer smile and the cigarettes wedged between her lips at all times gave her that inexplicaply sexy hint of mystery and adventure.
Unlike the song though Kyle had no plans of wasting 24 years without getting to know her and so when he stumbled into her on the stairs he didn’t hesitate a second to invite her to a coffee.
“Uh, sure. Here, be a gentleman and carry these up and I’ll make us a better one than Louise’s down the street could ever make.”
With a smile he grabbed her grocery bag and followed her up, that was even better than just talking to her in a café.
Her apartment looked quite minimalistic, but not bland with a hint of personality in every corner. There were flower pots in the windows, at least two started books turned upside down on the main table and next to a chair by the window and a few oddities that were bound to have a story to them everywhere his eyes fell.
Standing in the livingroom he noticed he still had the grocery bag and brought it over to the kitchen and without so much as a sentence they spent a few moments sorting everything into fridge and the open shelves that gave the kitchen a chaotic sense of harmony.
When they were done Kyle walked over to the espresso machine he had spotted and was just about to fill it with water when he felt her hand on his arm and looked over.
“Actually, let’s do the coffee later.”
“Uh, okay?” he asked, confused as to what she was up to and then she added to that confusion tenfold by pulling her shirt over her head in one swift motion.
“I’ve had a super shitty day and I could really use someone to have six with me without any drama, I’ve had enough drama for the rest of the week. Does that sound interesting to you?”
It sure did, but Kyle wasn’t nearly prepared and almost waited a second too long but then luckily nodded just in time.
“Uh, I mean, sure, I…”
“Great! Come on, get me out of these clothes, don’t let a girl do all the work.”
“Right, right.” was all he came up with, but then he focused on the task at hand and led his hands around her shoulders to open the bra that was still shielding her interesting looking breasts from a closer look.
After a second of fumbling he succeeded and the bra landed on the kitchen floor, but before he could go any further she pulled him closer and pressed her lips on his, a hard kiss of lips that were still strangers to each other but it was the best kiss he could remember regardless. She was fun, that was probably the best way to explain the way he instantly felt comfortable and confident with her.
As she let go of his neck she pulled off his jacket and as soon as his arms were free again he took off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans while she mirrored that action and a second later they were both struggling their way out of their shoes before they were locked in each other’s arms again, only fully naked this time.
“Here?” Kyle asked.
“Sounds good to me.”
A mere second later Kyle had Alice flat on the small but solid kitchen table and let his hand run over her naked back while he maneuvered into place to enter her. He thought that she must have had an extraordinarily bad day with how eager she lifted her hips and all but begged him to enter her already with her head tilted to the side, her eyes closed, mouth open and already moaning barely audibly before he had even started.
He wasted no further time and slid into her, slowly at first before he thrust in all the way and was rewarded with a long, relieved sigh.
“God, that’s just what I..:” she started, but was then cut short when he pushed his dick into her as hard and fast as he could. From then on she was silent, or at least as silent as one could get when every breath turned into a desperate grasp for air and each exhale was forced out so fast it turned into a moan.
She held on to the edges of the table and he held on to her hips, careful to get his fair share of ass-grabbing which there could never be enough of. It was a damn fine ass, skinny bordering on bony but still perfectly grabbable and pale just like the rest of her body. There was little not to love, really only the fact that he could already feel an orgasm build up and knew the fun would come to an end far too soon, but then Y was obviously a step ahead of him.
Her gaze lacked any sense of intelligence and the firm grip she had had on the table earlier was all but gone with all strength gone from her arms. She was even mumbling something and what little he understood was hardly lady-like.
Alice’s moans had started to go silent, replaced with restless inaudible begging to make her come, to not dare stop even a second and to finally erase the memory of a fucked up day. Kyle wasn’t sure if he could keep that pace up long enough to make her come before he couldn’t restrain himself anymore, but then Y fell into shivers and what little air had remained in her lungs so far was forced out, leaving her defenseless against the orgasm waves that rolled through her body.
Now Kyle was so close he hardly found the strength to pull out, but a few more thrusts later and just in time he managed to control himself long enough to leave her hot, wet pussy and bring his dick into the cold harsh reality, a mere second before his whole body tensed up from the middle to feet and fingertips.
A massive first load erupted all over her ass and back, then another and more even, surprising himself as he was not used to coming this hard.Both slowly coming to their senses a chuckle materialized, quickly turning into a giggle as they put their clothes back on with weak and shaking hands.
“That was just what I needed, thank you. I hope you don’t think bad of me, I don’t always…”
“How could I? I already want to do you again.”
Alice chuckled. “How about we get that coffee first now?”
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Robert and Lena had happily coexisted in the small dorm room they shared for more than a year now, which led to a mix of surprise and confusion when Robert was awaked to the touch of her lips gliding over his already erect dick.
As soon as he had dismissed the possibility of a strange dream he leaned back and let out a sigh.
“How have I earned this?”
For a second she let go of his dick to speak.
“It’s your birthday, stupid. You didn’t forget, did you?”
Robert couldn’t help but laugh, still confused. He was pretty sure he was still a good two weeks away from turning a year older, but he wasn’t sure if he should correct her.
“Eh, whatever”, he thought aloud and Lena started giggling as much as her tongue circling around the tip of his cock allowed. She knew exactly.
His eyes were starting to adapt to the light of the early day now, and he found little reason to complain at the sight of Lena’s naked body. He had seen her once or twice after she had come from the showers down the hall, but not like this.
She looked good, great in fact. He had never been much into the flashy kind with every part not covered in jewelry covered in makeup. And Lena had never been either of those, which made it all the more surprising he had never seen her as attractive as she really was.
She was the perfect mix of cute smile, firm breasts and slim, almost muscular build.
And she was something he wanted more of. Reaching down to her arms he pulled her up, kissing her lips without minding they had been on his dick just seconds before. For a minute they did nothing other than share breaths and try not to get lost in the other’s eyes, then Robert’s dick was announcing a lack of attention that needed to be taken care of.
He wanted to reach down, but Lena grabbed his arms and locked them in position above his head. With a bit of struggle they managed to get his dick into her wet pussy without any handwork, but with a lot of mutual understanding for each other’s needs.
Not that they were all that hard to figure out, it was clear that Lena had not been completely altruistic in her early birthday present judging by how purposefully and fast she bounced up and down on him.
Robert wiggled one hand free and used it to press her waist against his, bringing her whole body as close to his as possible before they fell in a wordless frenzy of fucking, moaning and dumb smiling.
He realized he had no idea if he could come inside her or not and chose not to. Which would be hard in his position, making him assume control and turn her around on her back.
She lifted her hips up to take him in deeper and he drew on the blanket until it propped her up in that position. That was the last thing he did with her well-being in mind before he started mercilessly pounding her pussy until she came with surprised squeals and finger nails digging into his back. He was close himself, so close that he didn’t seem able to pull out anymore.
With some kind of super-human level of self-control he managed, just in time before he would have filled her up completely with his semen. Instead it was wildly shooting across her belly, spreading as far as her tits while his dick was unleashed from its bounds.
They looked at each other without words for a while, then Robert rolled over to the side and found himself resting his head on her outstretched arm, her hand playing with his chest hair.
“That was a fricking nice early birthday present.”
“I think we should repeat this a couple of times lest we forget.”
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Sarah would never grow tired of house parties over at Craig’s place. He lived only two floors apart from her, but she would never make it to her apartment before the morning dawned.
They were always the last ones awake, sitting on the balcony sharing one of the few remaining beers and one of the many remaining stories while everyone else was asleep inside.
Sarah sometimes thought that the only reason they even invited other people was to give them a reason not to fuck each other because their relationship was something different.
They came from different areas of life and yet had a deep understanding for the other, listening to problems and being there for one another to get through the harsh times.
Being through that the thought of sex somehow felt like an easy way out of getting to the bottom of her true emotions instead of a desirable act.
Normally at least, tonight the thought she usually never had kept creeping back into her mind.
And not the ‘I should ask him to sleep with me’ kind and much rather ‘I should get naked and jump on his dick’ kind.
Which again was completely unusual for her, she had always shown an astonishing ability to contain her naughtiness until she was back alone in her own apartment. Maybe it was the fact that these were all but her own walls surrounding her by now that kept grinding on her defense.
Them leaning against the wall next to each other with his arm around her didn’t help the slightest bit either, and when she felt Craig pulling her a little closer she let her head rest on his shoulder.
When he spoke Sarah was overcome by a slight shiver that she could not attribute to the nonexistent wind in the calmest of summer nights.
“Is it just me or are we just trying to prove a moot point by now?”
He didn’t have to explain what he meant, not that he could have with their lips suddenly connected and the time for words finally over.
After knowing each other for years they had surprisingly little time and patience to undress each other, the cold concrete floor without a chance to cool her mind as she came to lie on her back.
This was not how she had expected their first night together, mainly because she had not expected any at all.
But it was clear there would be many more, like being unable to stop crying once a shoulder to cry on was found.
With how well they knew each other they circumvented the initial awkwardness of being naked in front of a good friend in seconds, somewhere between his third and fourth purposeful thrust and the concerned look in his face made place for a caring smile that healed the mental scars life had left on her over the years in an instant.
She spent what felt like an eternity in that normally so short state of being close to an orgasm but not quite there yet, Craig’s thrusts pushing her closer and then pushing the edge a little further each time. It wasn’t until a light wind caressed her sensitive nipples that the edge started to come in sight, inching closer and closer until it was suddenly there, the stream of cum flowing into her washing her over and throwing her into the darkness that waited there.
For a while they were as unable as unwilling to let go of each other and when they finally let go it was only long enough to slip back into their clothes before they found each other back leaned against the wall as if nothing had happened.
But they were both aware that everything had happened.
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Steve had always been better at burning bridges than building new ones, quick to forget the people of his past and vary of the people of the future.
With Sophie it hadn’t been that easy, she just kept popping up in his mind at the worst possible moments. It had been over between them before anything could really start, just a summer love of two people living different lives in different social circles.
But now that she was gone he found himself longing for her body, her smile and the late-night conversations, even when he was at the way home from his favourite bar with Anne – who was just as hot and just as fun – by his side. Drunk as hell, too, and as eager to fuck as he had ever seen anyone.
“I can’t wait to get home with you, I need you in me like right now.”
He tightened his grip around her, half afraid she was about to take ‘right now’ literally with the way she looked at him.
A stronger man might have opted for bringing her to her home instead of his, but he hadn‘t had a woman over in ages and she was obviously more love-drunk than actually drunk.
No, the chance to act like a gentleman would have to wait until the morning and come in the form of bringing breakfast to a naked women waking up in a bed that wasn‘t hers.
They reached the door just in time and for once he was glad to live on the ground level because he wasn‘t quite sure if he would have made it up a flight of stairs with his dick as hard as it was.The couch was closer than the bed and the moment he had fallen into the soft pillows Anne was already on top of him, her sweatshirt on the floor behind them and her hard nipples visibly pressing against her tight black top.
Steve pressed a kiss on her lips, then her neck and pulled on her shirt with his teeth while his hands were already past her short black skirt and occupied with her pussy. She was already moaning before he had really touched her, but not in a faked way and rather in anticipation as she fumbled her way through his belts and into his pants.
Somehow he managed to struggle out of jeans and boxers – at least enough to drop them to his ankles – then Anne was back on top of him, barely pulling her panties aside before taking his dick into her wet, warm pussy.
He looked deep into her eyes, finding more lust than sense in her gaze as she started bouncing her hips up and down, slow for a second and then frantically once she had settled down. He noticed he wasn‘t going to last long with her rhythm being as fast as it was unpredictable, her pussy as tight as it was wet even when she wasn‘t purposefully squeezing her lips together.While he still wondered what would happen if he just allowed himself to cum right there and then when she had barely started Sophie‘s face suddenly popped up in his mind, replacing Anne‘s facial details with her distinct features he had enjoyed watching so much.
The surprise made his dick a little softer, a welcome side-result of an unwelcome trick his mind was playing on him.
Before he knew what he was doing he had his hands up on her face, following the lines he could only see and not feel as the illusion shattered and he found himself with the second best woman on his dick.
She had lost her rhythm and slowed down, a puzzled look in her eyes before she picked up speed again, now actively trying to drive him crazy with the way she shifted around, squeezed her pussy lips together in random intervals and stared into his eyes with the gaze of a demoness trying to lure him into the abyss.
The abyss came quick in the form of his dick falling into spasms when neither of them was ready yet, his cum pulsing into her pussy embarassingly quickly and making her fall into his arms with a disappointed sigh.
„God, I was just about to cum.“
„I, uh, can finger you.“
„Just not the same. I‘ll give you two minutes, then I‘m back on your dick no matter if you are ready or not.“
She said it with a smile though and it made him feel slightly better, his dick already fully soft as she sat down next to him, leaning against his shoulder.„Who were you thinking of?“
„What?“
„I saw that in your eyes, it was as if I suddenly was someone else to you.“
He knew right then he could never tell her, there was a hint of sadness mixed with doubt in her eyes he had to either disperse right there or never recover from.
„No, not at all. I was just thinking how incredibly lucky I am, promise.“
Before Anne had a chance to answer Steve picked her up and turned her flat on her back, his dick not really ready but at least hard enough to enter her again.
He had to go slow at first, his whole body resisting each thrust while his mind was still trying to convince it. Luckily it only took a couple thrusts and the feel of Anne‘s naked body in his hands before he found himself fully hard again, pounding her pussy as much as she needed it.
With all the time in the world before he would come again he focused on her, gripping her neck and pulling her head within an inch of his lips, retreating when she expected the kiss to startle her, then going on to kiss her neck while her lips were still begging for the touch.
When he finally kissed her lips he combined it with an especially deep and forceful thrust, catching her moan and preventing her from grasping as much air as she needed.
He could feel her cum, shivers running over her skin and that hazy look in her eyes that bordered on crying while she silently begged him not to stop.
With Anne finished it was time for Steve to cum a second time. He pulled out, stroking his dick while Anne still recovered and then shooting a load over her belly the very moment some sense returned into her eyes.
Just like he had the first time he had fucked Sophie.—————-
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Jonas had not expected to find anyone in the kitchen when he walked down to fetch something to drink for Ellie and him and almost ran into her mum Miriam who was going flicking through the pages of a cookbook.
“Oh hi, sorry I didn’t see you. Just going to fetch us something to drink.”
“All fine. Hey, are you going to stay for dinner? I’m just trying to decide what to cook.”
“Uh, I wasn’t going to, I need to catch the train at six, still have work to do for university.”
“Alright, you can still help me decide since you are here.”
Jonas moved a bit closer to take a look at the pages, and for some reason he felt his neck hair stand up a bit all of a sudden. It creeped him out, sure the got along quite well but all of a sudden thoughts were crossing his mind that shouldn’t. He looked at a couple of pages but couldn’t really concentrate on anything and then he made an irreversible decision. His hand reached out and found its way down into the backpocket of her jeans almost on its own, making them both look at each other in shock.
“I’m sorry”, he mumbled, “I shouldn’t have.”
She shook her head with a mix of disbelief and friendliness. “You really shouldn’t have, but I haven’t seen anything. Go on up before Ellie starts missing you, and don’t forget those drinks.”
Jonas felt his skin burn as he took two glasses and a bottle of coke and went back up. In the the door he turned around and looked back, but she didn’t look angry and send a friendly smile his way, then waved him to go on up.
“There you are, what took you so long?” Ellie was still planted into the couch as Jonas had left her, taking the offered glass and downing it in one go.
“Sorry, your mum needed help deciding on the dinner plan.”
“Oh really? So what’s on menu tonight?”
Jonas waved his hand. “Something, I can’t say I really listened. I just pointed at something.”
“Typical.”
For the remaining two hours they played video games and talked about life, university and what went on in their social circles. Jonas really liked her, but they had an unspoken agreement that they wouldn’t start a relationship for the past three years. At some point he had thought about her a lot, but with time she had become more of a friend and he felt nowhere near as uneasy around her as he had in the beginning. It was always great hanging around with her though, and time to leave closed in far too fast as usual.
As Jonas took another glance at his phone and saw it was half past five, high time to leave if he wanted to catch the train. Just when he wanted to ask Ellie to drive him to the train station her mother knocked and stepped into the room.
Jonas did his best to keep a straight face, but he knew that things would always stay complicated between them from now on.
“Hey, you said you need to catch the train at six?”
“That’s right.”
“I need to do a quick grocery run, I could let you out on the way.”
Jonas’s head shot up and he almost uttered a ‘no way’ under his breath but caught himself just in time.
“Uh, sure, that’d be great. I’m ready in a second actually, just need to pack my stuff real quick.”
“Thanks Mom, that’s nice of you. Come here Jonas.” With that she hugged him, this hug that could drive you crazy because you wanted more but knew there would never be more, then Jonas packed his bag, threw his phone and some other stuff inside and followed her Mom out to the car after waving back at her.
They got inside and Miriam drove through the forest road leading to their cute little house in the woods in silence. The moment they were out of sight from the house however she let the car roll to a stop at the entry to a little backroad, switched off the engine and looked at Jonas.
“She can never know, okay? You need to promise me that, whatever happens don’t tell her.”
Baffled and in disbelief Jonas could only nod, he had expected a stern talk far more than this little fantasy of his actually playing out, even right up until this point.
Now he almost wanted to step out, tell Miriam he wouldn’t be able to do it, but his dick was pressing against the inside of his pants so hard that he knew he would jump on the chance.
“She won’t, promise.”
Miriam nodded and unclipped her seatbelt. “Then I’m afraid you are going to miss your train.”
“I, uh, think I’ll be able to catch another one.”
The fact they were barely a mile away from the house where Ellie had no idea what was going on was somehow adding to the situation, but quickly moved to the back of his head when they got out and Miriam actually started undressing. It was like he was still waiting for her to expose it all as a joke she had played on him, but with every second that became less likely.
Jonas went around the car and took matters into his own hands, all but yanking the loose fitting tshirt over her head before throwing it onto the car’s roof. There she was, topless and visibly equally horny as he was. He went on to work on her belt, but she stopped him in his tracks.
“You first, and all of it. Take it all off.”
Jonas smiled and obliged, getting out of his shirt and quickly undoing his belt before dragging down his pants and boxers in one go and then stepping out of them.
He now stood in front of his best friend’s mum all naked and waiting anxiously while she glanced down on his whole body, apparently satisfied with what she saw since she opened her belt and pulled down her pants completely. With their clothes mostly scattered across the ground Miriam moved to the back of her car and opened the trunk. As all cars in the countryside it had a big enough trunk to fit everything from firewood to two horny people fucking each other’s brains out, and that was exactly what they set out to do.
There was no need for words, and no need for finess either. Jonas hardly waited for her to get inside before he was on top of her, guiding his dick into her wet cunt where it found little resistance. Miriam was wetter than he had ever experienced a woman before and Jonas took immediate advantage of that by plunging into her like a jackhammer into concrete.
He knew he wouldn’t last long this way, but neither was Miriam. He could see the look in her eyes changing from desire over hunger to brainless stupidity in a minute, and from then on it was just grunts, moans and her fingers digging into his back and little involuntary squeals rewarding each of his thrusts. Jonas had never seen another of his dates go from turned on to on the brink of orgasm in such a short time, but Miriam definitely was not going to make him struggle to control himself long enough.
He uppped his pace once more and was immediately rewarded by a slur of words no woman should say to her daughter’s best friend.
“Fuck me, don’t stop now. Treat me like the bitch I am.”
Once again he obliged, now feeling the increased pace challenging his own control but then again he could feel Miriam was coming now. Her body stiffened up in his hands and every muscle felt hard as steel, her voice turned into hoarse whispers that made no sense and then her body was overcome with shivers and one long moan that ebbed down to a sigh, pushing all air out of her lungs and all the tension from her arms and legs went soft.
Knowing he had a few invaluable second left before she would come back to her senses Jonas plunged his dick into her three more times, bringing himself so close that he wasn’t sure if he would manage to pull out in time. He managed and with this dick already exploding the shifted his balance forward, splurting ropes of cum all over Miriam’s naked belly, hitting up to her breasts and building a small puddle of cum between them.
They came to their senses at the same time and looked at each other and the mess they had made in mutual confusion.
“I can’t believe I really let you fuck me.”
Jonas laughed. “Yeah, me neither.”
“I haven’t had such a slutty day in ages. Hey, listen.”
“Yeah?”
“I really shouldn’t tell you this, but since I seem to be a slut today I might be a helpful one. My daughter really, really wants you to do to her what you just did to me.”
“If that is true she’s doing a damn fine job of hiding it.”
“It’s true though, she just can’t bring up the courage to take the first step. You should really ask her out, I mean it. Actually I want to ask you to do it, she needs a good guy like you in her life.”
Jonas gulped, right now he didn’t feel like such a good guy. Miriam seemed to be able to read his thoughts and smiled.
“This right here doesn’t make you a bad guy. Besides, we agreed never to tell anybody, so it basically never happened. You and I are going to keep this as our secret, and let me tell you I really needed that secret today. I won’t think bad of you if you don’t think bad of me, and the next time you see my daughter you invite her to dinner or a fucking skype conference or whatever you guys consider a valid date night these days, okay?”
“Gotcha.”
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Stacy was a creature of the night, a party girl when she was still full of energy and a gloomy beauty full of contrasts once she cooled down and became tired. She was the only person who could bring Daniel to go to a party, to dance and suffer the insanely loud music when he absolutely hated all of that. He wasn’t a fan of clubs, the flashing lights and the depressing loneliness in the faces of everyone around him, but at her side it became something else. A workout after a long day, an extensive foreplay for the sex they never had or needed but with the long talks deep into the night and getting drunk together.
They were neighbors and had first met when she moved in and he had accepted her invitation despite knowing he wasn’t going to enjoy it, then miraculously enjoyed it. For a while he had been really unsure about her, thinking she was probably just allowing him to tag along but eventually it had become clear that despite their differences they liked, even needed each other to stay sane.
Their respective social circles saw less and less of them and her cute face became a frequent sight in his life, hardly something to complain about seeing how sick he had gotten of his friends and colleagues and their meaningless lifes.
Considering how well they got along it was surprising they never slept with each other and how little he missed that. Whenever Daniel had been close friends with any women in his past he had eventually ended up in bed with them, but with Stacy he was now closing in on a full year and he had never seen her naked.
He had been perfectly fine with that, there was something more exciting than physical contact between them and it wasn‘t half bad to hold her while they were walking down the street from the club either.
For some reason that had suddenly changed though, when she shivered in his arms and moved a little closer even he found his thoughts occupied with images of her body, the perfect curves visible through her tight-fitting jeans and top. For some reason that mental image seemed to walk away from him and he was suddenly overcome with sadness over a missed chance, his grip around her involuntarily tightening.It wasn‘t long to their door anymore and silence had replaced their excited chatter from a minute before, both lost in thought and the cold of winter closing in. They picked up their pace, eager to reach their apartments and catch up on sleep. Daniel keyed the main door open and ushered Stacy inside, missing the touch of her body already. She lived on the first floor, he two above, perfect to be close without getting on each other’s nerves.
„That was fun, thank you for coming with me.“
„Absolutely, have a good night.“ For some reason he felt as if they were saying their final goodbyes and it made him sick to his stomach.
„Good night, see you soon.“
Daniel decided he had to do something. „Actually, I…“ was all he could come up with before he saw that cute, exhausted smile he liked so much distort her face. Then she was back close to him, in his arms with her firm breasts pressing against his chest as if there wasn‘t a thick leather jacket between them.
„Yes, me too. I need you tonight, come in.“
That was all they spoke for the next minutes, but there was no silence with their eyes and lips doing the talking. Part of him wanted to let go of her, undress and get naked already, the rest just wanted to never stop kissing her and looking into those eyes that were so easy to get lost in.
When Stacy moved her hands from his neck down to his shoulders and began taking off his jacket there was a short moment of clarity, all they needed to realize they had no time to go slow anymore. For the shortest moment their hands left each other, just long enough to hurry out of their clothes that found their way down to the floor before Stacy took him by the hand and dragged him into the bedroom. He followed her, his eyes unable to leave her perfect butt cheeks.
Stacy dragged him down with her, her lips finding his while her hand already guided him into her. As soon as he found the tip reach the right point he pushed in, anything but gently and enjoying her eyes rolling up as a deep sigh escaped her lips.
As with everything Stacy wasn‘t one to ease into things, going straight from cute to slutty and begging him to fuck her, her eyes wild and lust-filled. But those were only passing thoughts in his mind, sticking through the cloud of his own lust and impatience as he thrust into her, deeper than his dick was long and faster than he could handle himself.
There would be a time for a slow second round, but for now it was a race who could come quicker. She seemed to be a step ahead of him, the slurs and begs to fuck her already infrequent and inconsistent, the tight grip she had on his back already growing weaker.
He could see and feel her cum more than he heard it, her gaze becoming cross-eyed and her body stiffening up before she fell into shivers and her lungs emptied in a long, barely audible sigh before she sank back into the pillows.
Daniel was close himself, ready to pull out when Stacy lazily opened one eye and seemed to read his mind perfectly again when she whispered: „Just come inside.“
Then her arms went up and around him, pulling him closer as he lost his control, almost his balance as the last thrust he needed made every nerve in his body explode, then his dick as well as he shot his cum deep into her.He rolled onto his back, exhausted and his mind clearing up he wondered when things had gone downhill so fast. Stacy left him no time to ponder life choices though, already on top of him and resting her head on her elbows while looking straight into his eyes, with an expression that was new to him. Something between friendship and love, exhausted and already ready to go at it again.
„If you think you‘re getting out of this easily…that was just the beginning.“—————-
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