Don’t Touch The Machinery

“Where the fuck are we going?” she asked as I dragged her down a side street with nothing on it.

“I have a friend,” I said, unwilling to give away anything else. We stopped towards the end of the block and I sent a quick text message. Two minutes later a door with no handle opened, and Marco waved us in with a furtive look down the street.

“You can only have ten minutes. I can’t leave it alone for longer. And don’t fucking touch the machinery.” He lead us up the back stairs, down a short hallway with flickering fluorescent lights, and though one final door. It took us a second for our eyes to adjust, and the sound of the projector was almost deafening. He closed the door behind us and my date stared out the small square window to see Nymphomanic projected on the big screen.

“We don’t have much time,” I whispered, kissing the back of her neck as I reached beneath her dress and slid the cotton off her ass and down to the floor.

“You have go to be kidding me,” she whispered, pushing back against me as I undid my jeans. I slid one hand around her body, my fingers pushing against wet skin, while in front of us Stacy Martin knelt on the floor of a train car with a cock in her mouth.

“Do you like it?” I asked placing her hand firmly on my own cock, willing it hard.

“Uh-huh,” she moaned as she leaned forward. She spit on her hand and a second later it was back on me, sliding up and down my length with a rare skill. Her thumb slipped over my head with perfect precision, and seconds later I was nestled between the lips of her cunt as she wiggled against me.

“Fuck me,” she growled as we watched the actress on screen sit up with cum dripping off her lips. “Hard.”

I pulled her hips to me, sliding inside her instantly, and the heat from the machine next to me was nearly unbearable. I fucked her as deftly as I could, her eyes glued to the screen and the crowd just below as. One hand covered her mouth and the other moved over her clit, and she trembled against me. I looked down at our junction, watching her open around me as I slid in and out of her frantically.

“Oh fuck, I might come,” she said, finally looking down and biting her lip. I pulled her to me harder, my fingers never stopping their motion as she moaned into my ear. “I want to be a bigger whore than she could ever be.”

She shook around me as I pushed inside her so deeply it hurt. My head was against her back as I struggled to stand, and she convulsed and groaned as she came, her body tight around me. Seconds later I stepped back, my cock still hard and alert as I pushed it back inside my jeans. Marco knocked once on the door before opening it, and the two of us flattened our clothes as we moved back to the hallway.

“Just go down quietly and leave through the back door. And don’t touch anything.”

We nodded as we wove our way through the flickering lights until finally we burst out onto the street, the noise of the city bringing us back to reality. She grabbed me and pushed me against the wall, before suddenly breaking out in laughter.

“What is it?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.

“I left my panties on the goddamn floor.”

“Fuck it,” I said, pulling her to me and kissing her on the mouth with everything I had. “Fuck it.”


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Healthier than Pepsi…

Her pussy did not taste like Pepsi Cola.

It was more of a margarita with salt on the rim and intoxication close behind. Her pussy was a dirty martini with an olive that demanded to be savoured. It was strong coffee late at night.

Her pussy was not sweet. In fact, at the end of the day–or in this case the early morning–her pussy mostly tasted like pussy.

Which is much healthier than Pepsi anyway.


There’s Nothing

“Show me what’s under your dress,” I said, as she lay down on my bed with a shy smile.

“There’s nothing,” she whispered, her knees touching even as she sat up on her elbows. Her cotton dress was pretty and old, and it sat on her thighs completely aware that it was in the way.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” I said. “Show me.”

She bit her lip and reached one hand down to grab the frayed hem. Just hours earlier she had confessed that she would do anything, and as my requests grew more and more insistent her hesitation came with a quickening breath and a flushing of her cheeks.

I leaned in closer and grabbed one knee, pushing her legs open as I watched. She whimpered ever so slightly as she lifted the dress up, sliding it over her thighs until it finally rested on her belly.

“Open your legs,” I said, my voice no longer sounding like my own. This time she leaned back and closed her eyes, doing just what I told her. I slid a hand up one thigh and down the other, listening to her sigh as I quickly passed her over. When I kissed her stomach she moaned my name, and when my fingers touched her lips she nearly jumped off the bed.

Her pussy tasted like summer. She was coconut and salt water; she was hot sun and bare skin. I licked her and kissed her, my fingers pushing inside her as she lifted her hips off the bed and pulled me to her. My tongue found every inch of skin it could, and I tasted her until she was inside me.

By the time I moved up to her mouth, her hands were around me pulling me in. I tore her dress off her shoulders, aching to feel her skin against mine, and I kissed her hard as I thrust inside her. She screamed out as I worked my way in, and when she had taken all of me we paused and kissed until there were tears in our eyes.

We fucked slowly, all the energy of reaching this moment held tightly in. I held her hands, she clenched her thighs, and we nearly held our breaths as we moved within one another. When my fingers touched her chin they were firm and unshaking. When her hands touched my face they were strong and determined.

As our fucking moved in just one direction the tension built until both our bodies were springs ready to snap. I leaned up on my hands, watching the mechanics of our sex before kissing her once more and giving her her final task.

“Come for me,” I demanded, as I thrust all the way inside her. She reached a hand between our bodies, her fingers frantic against her skin, and we climbed the final peak together. We moaned and screamed and made faces that were full of nothing but need. When she finally shouted her release I was right behind her, my cock exploding within her as we kissed between ragged breaths. We came for hours and days. We came for months and for seconds. We came without end, and I stayed within her even when I collapsed against her wet skin and kissed her lips with tenderness once more.

“I knew there was something beneath this,” I whispered, toying with the cotton that still clung to her hips. “Something perfect.”


Needing to Be Loved

“Last night was insane,” she said, walking into my room and climbing into my bed. I wasn’t sure if I could listen to another one of her stories, even if it meant getting laid, but I put my book down anyway.

“What did you do?” I asked.

“Come to bed,” she whispered. “I don’t really want to talk. Come hold me and kiss me.”

I could see the bruises on her body as I undressed her, but her mouth was gentle and soft against me. She touched my cheek, and I brushed her hair behind an ear as we slowly lost our clothes and slid beneath the light blanket. Her neck was red and there were finger marks on her collar bone. Each wrist was marked with lines that were turning an angry shade of green and black. I kissed each nipple, watching them harden beneath my light touch, and she sighed sweetly as she opened her thighs.

“I want you slowly,” she whispered as I rolled a condom down over myself minutes later. I looked into her eyes for a long time as I rubbed against her, but her moans never grew frantic. When I finally entered her we kissed like we were in love.

“I like your bruises,” I whispered as I moved faster, and for a moment I pictured it all in my head.

“Don’t,” she moaned, pulling me deeper inside her as she wrapped her arms around me. “I don’t want you to like them. Just hold me.”

I struggled to hold back and to slow down. I tried not to imagine fucking her with everything I had, slapping her face and her ass until I painted my own picture on her body, but it was nearly impossible. Each time I thrust harder, she held me tighter, her voice a whisper in my ear telling me to be gentle. When I finally came it was all I could do not to tell her horrible things.

“Thank you,” she whispered as we lay next to each other in the dark room.

“Why do you do that? Why won’t you let me fuck you for real?”

“That is real.”

“You know what I mean,” I said, rubbing my hands through my hair, my cock still hard from all the things I wanted to do with her.

“You’re the only one,” she finally said, rolling to her back. “I guess I need someone to be sweet to me, because no one else is. Not even me.”

“Most people are the other way around,” I said. “They love their husbands, but they fuck their lovers like they can’t get enough. They don’t do crazy shit at home and then crawl into my bed needing to feel loved.”

“I know,” she whispered, pulling me close again. “I know.”


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Disappointment Enough (or Leave Them on The Chair)

“I want to spank you with your skirt still on.”

“But I haven’t done anything wrong.”

For some reason we had gotten in the habit of negotiating over dinner. Schiller’s was packed, and we had destroyed the tray of oysters in front of us, but we ordered a final round of drinks so we still had time.

“I don’t always spank you for being bad,” I said, swallowing the last Blue Point. She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. Beneath the table I could see her bare thighs each time she shifted in her seat.

“I always pretend that I have, even if you don’t say it. It’s not always other boys or something like that. Sometimes it’s just that I’ve disappointed you. Those are the hardest times.”

“Hard in terms of how you come? Or how you struggle?” I didn’t look up when the waiter put down our manhattans.

“Both,” she said, finally breaking eye contact. “But, of course, how do I get punished if I don’t do the wrong thing? It’s a conundrum.”

I reached out and took a hand. I raised it to my lips and kissed her knuckles while lifting my drink with my other hand. She raised hers as well and we toasted silently, watching each other’s brains work.

“Take off whatever’s under that skirt,” I said. She wrinkled her nose, but didn’t pause. We both eyed the room as she lifted off her seat, just enough to slide her panties down and hand them to me beneath the table.

“If it makes you feel any better, I can always find something. No matter how hard you try, now matter how good you are, I’ll find a reason. And tonight I have at least six of them. Let’s finish our drinks and then go. I want you over my knee with that skirt around your waist.”

We stood up and gathered our coats, finishing our drinks in gulps that were way too big for anyone. Just as she tucked in her chair I leaned in and took her hand. She clutched the bundled ball of white cotton with a confused look.

“Leave them on the chair,” I said. “You’ve already disappointed me enough tonight.”


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I’ll Always Be Here

She lay in bed when I walked in, the blankets around her waist and her hair a tangle on the pillow.

“I couldn’t sleep. I kept picturing you with her.”

“I’m home now,” I said, pulling off my tie and hanging my suit up in the closet. It was the most I could offer.

“I don’t like it. You shouldn’t leave me alone. Ever.”

“Should I just stay here in bed with you? For ever and ever?” I climbed naked beneath the covers and wrapped her in my arms. She backed up against me and clenched my fingers in her hand as she pulled me close.

“Yes. For ever and ever. Except when you go make coffee in the morning. Or order food. And maybe shower on occasion. No smelly boys allowed.”

“And what will you do with me all that time?” I asked, my body moving slowly against her. She reached one hand between us and took me firmly in hand, rubbing the head of my cock between her legs. I was barely hard, but she turned just enough to kiss me.

“I’ll make you fuck me. Just like this, with your arms around me as you promise to stay.”

And then I was inside her, and I would have promised anything. She sighed and pushed back against me as we moved slowly in the dark room. I kissed her neck and pulled on her hip bone, needing to be farther inside her than was ever possible.

“I promise,” I whispered, turning her head and kissing her lips once more. “We’ll never leave. We’ll never stop, and we’ll never get out of bed again.”

“And you have to make me come. A lot.”

My hand moved between her legs as she arched her back. Her thighs parted as my fingers found her, even as my other hand moved to her throat. I thrust faster and deeper, pulling her to me in so many ways. Her breath grew ragged and quick, and with each moan she moved closer and closer to the edge.

“When I get to five,” I whispered, letting go of her just long enough for her to catch her breath. “When I get to five you can come for me.”

She bit her lip and clenched around my hand and cock. I whispered the words in her ear, and by the time I reached three she was sobbing as her body shook and trembled. When I finally released her she screamed into the pillow; my privileged ears devoured every sound she made.

“I’ll always be here,” I whispered over and over again. “Always.”



Beautiful, Brilliant, And Wet

We sat on the couch after everyone else had gone to bed. His hand was on one thigh and mine was on the other while she turned back and forth between us. We had been flirting all night, hell we had been flirting all month, but this was the closest to alone the three of us had ever been.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered, pushing her hair behind an ear as he kissed her neck.

“And brilliant,” I added, my lips brushing her cheek.

“And wet,” she said, turning instantly in to kiss me. It was not tender, and it was not sweet, but it spoke volumes. “Also ready.”

We were something of a blur as we undid buttons, pulled off shirts, and removed everything that was in the way of skin. She kissed him and then me as we finally felt the warmth of each other’s bodies. When I touched his face, and he kissed me too, she let out a sigh which was instantly followed by the sound of her jeans hitting the floor. Our hands returned to her thighs, this time opening her legs as our fingers moved higher.

“Can I watch?” she asked, now naked and trembling.

“Watch what?” I asked, leaning her head back with one hand in her hair. “What do you want to see?”

“Him,” she moaned, her fingers moving between her legs. “I want to watch him suck your cock.”

He didn’t pause before moving to the floor, and a second later I was hard in her hand as he looked up at her. She slowly jerked me off as his face moved closer, and her breathing grew quicker with each stroke.

“Please,” she sighed again. “It’s so fucking hot.”

Without any more wait his lips opened around me and all three of us watched in awe as he took me into his mouth, sucking my cock until he had taken all of me. She leaned in closer, her mouth moving down my body, even as her own fingers kept working between her legs.

“I’ve never seen that before. Not this close. Not like this,” she moaned as I reached down and pulled him closer with one hand in his hair. He moaned around me, reaching up and grabbing my cock without letting me out of his mouth. I watched her, body shaking and eyes wide, and I watched him, lost in concentration, as he dragged me closer to the edge.

“Oh god,” I moaned, my head leaning back as I felt my whole body tighten. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come.”

And then she was next to him, her head practically resting on my stomach as he continued. I moaned his name and his fist was a blur. I clenched the blanket on the couch, closed my eyes, and finally let myself go, filling his mouth as he sucked me fiercely between his lips. He never stopped, his hand held me tightly as he swallowed my come, and it was only when he finally came up for air that she leaned in and kissed him hard on the mouth. He kissed her back, pulling her in closer as I slowly grew soft.

“I need to be fucked,” she growled between kisses, and it was my turn to pull her up onto my lap and open her legs as he stood. I reached a hand between her thighs as he rolled a condom down over his cock, and seconds later she was kissing me once more as he slid inside her.

“Oh god,” she said, turning to kiss me as they fucked, and the look in her eyes was clear. She was lost. She was happy. And she needed more.

“Don’t worry,” I whispered, pushing two fingers between her lips. “We’re just getting started.”



Long and Aching

I followed Maddy into the shower without a word. She stared at me when I stepped in naked behind her and she crossed her arms over her chest.

“What the fuck are you doing? He’s sleeping in the other room.”

“Soundly,” I said as I stepped closer and wrapped her in my arms beneath the falling water. She opened hers to me as well and pressed her nose against my chest. Her sigh was long and aching and her lips wet on my neck. She fit perfectly beneath my chin.

“He’s sleeping soundly.”


Hold You, Kiss You, Taste You

I want to fuck you, love you, hold you, kiss you, taste you, and stare into your big blue eyes until I believe that maybe you love me too.

I want to undress you and kiss down the slope of your neck, stopping at your collarbone, your shoulder, and the space between your breasts. I want to feel you slide towards me, my knee parting your legs letting me feel just how warm you are. I want to kiss your stomach, laying you down, and looking up into those eyes wondering about everything. Those eyes that think too much and dream just the right amount, and those eyes that keep me from moving down just a few seconds longer.

And then I want to bite your thigh as I open your legs, my fingers grazing your lips before I open my mouth against you and taste your thoughts. I need to feel you arch your back and push up to me, wanting my tongue deeper, my lips softer, and my fingers cautious.

I can’t even write the words I want to hear you say, but they’ll come from your chest and your gut. They’ll come from your heart and your cunt, and by the time I’m kissing you I want all our options to vanish in a breath. I don’t need to watch or even open my eyes as I enter you because there is simply too much to take in without destroying the world. And as each second passes, our bodies slowly becoming closer until there is no farther to go, I’ll kiss your lips once more and listen to you moan out your want.

Simply put, I want to hear you, feel you, and taste you come. I want to see your body writhing, arching, aching, as I thrust within you, and I want to know the sounds you make when you can’t hold back any longer. I want to feel your teeth on my shoulder, your nails on my back, and your perfect body clenching around me as your scream my name over and over again until your voice is gone and there is nothing to do but open our eyes once more.

And as we lie there, my arms around you, our bodies slick with sweat, I want to once again stare into your big blue eyes and marvel that the entire universe can fit inside you.


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Do You Remember?

“Do you remember when you fingered me in church during the talky part?”

She was nestled between my legs with a blanket over her and a dress that was so short it was indecent. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the back of her neck.

“Do you remember blowing me on the Megabus to Boston?”

She leaned back and grabbed my hand that was resting on her stomach. She slid it down her body, over her right thigh, and then finally between her legs to her very smooth and very bare pussy.

“That’s better,” she moaned as I brushed her gently with my fingertips. “Do you remember fucking on New Years while everyone else was sleeping around us? My brother was on the couch, but you slid inside me so slowly and quietly that no one woke up.”

She pushed back against me and I was hard against her ass in seconds. I pulled her to me and she a let out a gasp as I pushed two fingers deep inside her. She was soaking wet, and wiggling between my hand on one side and my cock on the other.

“I remember fucking your ass for the first time. You arched your back and bit your lip, and when I was all the way inside you told me never to stop. And then you fucked me back.”

She was moaning now and I moved between her clit and her pussy with quicker and harder attention. Her own hand joined mine, touching herself where she wanted it as I kissed her neck and mouth. My left hand was wrapped in her hair as she moaned between my legs and I could tell she was close.

“The first time you came inside me. And when you slapped my face in front of everyone, and the time you tied me to your bed and brought home a friend.” She was nearly panting.

“When you called your ex while I fucked you, or maybe the time you licked Steph’s clit while my cock was inside her. Or all the times you came around me, clenching and crying as we pretended it wasn’t going to ever happen again?”

Her body let go beneath my hand, and I pulled her back and kissed her mouth as she started to come. She arched up against my hand, her legs shaking and her muscles tight as she shook and screamed, my hand never once stopping. I pulled her hair harder and sucked her tongue into my mouth as she moaned, and her coming lasted for hours.

When she finally took my hand and brought it up to her chest it was all either of us could to do speak. I kissed her hair and she pressed my hand against her skin.

“Why did we break up, again?” she whispered.


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“You’re impossible,” she said before I leaned in and kissed her. She tasted like smoke and curry, and everything about her was so damn familiar I almost couldn’t handle it. I pulled her closer to me, and she took a final drag off her cigarette before crushing it out behind me. She wrapped her legs around me and kissed me against as I reached up under her shirt and undid her bra.

“What am I going to do with you?” she asked.

“Fuck me?”

And then her shirt was gone and we were done talking. I kissed her familiar chin and then her familiar neck. Her familiar hands undid my jeans and her familiar breasts crashed against my bare skin in a moment of joyful reunion. We tore at the rest of our clothes, kicking our jeans off onto the floor, until we were entangled in each other’s naked bodies for the first time in over a year. I made my way down her body until her legs opened around my neck and she cried out when my mouth touched her.

“Of fuck, I forgot how good you are at that.”

She was wet and delicious, and I ate her pussy until she finally pulled me back to a kiss and shoved a condom into my hand. My fingers replaced my tongue as we rolled over on the bed, and she was thrusting down against me as my mind slowly shut down. With her help I got the condom on, and then she was on top of me and everything was gone. The drive vanished, college was a distant memory, and my break-up might never as well have happened. Jane’s pussy was the only thing in the world that mattered, and it wasn’t until I was close to coming that I realized there were tears in my eyes.

She bit my shoulder and pulled me to her as we fucked, and it was all I could do to hold off the inevitable. I moved my hands over her body, until they slid down to her ass. She knew as well as I did what I was about to do and her whole body tightened. I pulled her onto me, looking up at her heaving breasts, and her eyes were closed in ecstasy. She pushed down around me as I grabbed her ass in one hand, and when my finger found her tight hole she screamed out. I worked it into her ass as we fucked, and she bit her lip so hard I thought she might bleed.

It only took a few minutes of me fingering her ass for her to start coming, and I was right behind her. I threw her onto her back, her body still trembling, and I pistoned in and out of her for all I was worth.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “I know you want to come in me. Do it.”

And then I was gone, exploding into the condom as she stared into my eyes and tightened her legs around my body. I kissed her mouth between gasps and my own ass tightened as I came over and over again. She brushed my hair from my face and I kissed her chin as we stared into each other’s eyes. I touched her cheek as I reached down and squeezed the condom around the base of my cock before pulling out.

I got up and walked to the bathroom where I dropped the condom in the toilet and pulled a wash cloth off the shelf. I ran some warm water, wet the rag, and made my way back to the bed. She had another cigarette lit, and I gently wiped the sweat off her body. She shook her head at me as I did it, but she didn’t stop me. I finally tossed the rag onto the floor and she reached a hand out so I could take a drag off her smoke. We both sat up, not worrying about the sheet, and we sat there for a long time before either of us spoke.



Slap The Plaster

It was months after I moved in that I realized her bed was directly next to mine on the other side of the wall.

We passed each other in the hall, but it was always the wrong way. Either she was coming and I was going or the other way around, but no matter which way it was, neither of us ever said a word. She smiled and I nodded, and it wasn’t until late at night that we feel asleep with just a few inches of plaster between us.

The first time I heard her come was in the middle of the night in October. Her moans were soft and strong, and I listened to her build slowly to a glorious peak that made me hard in seconds. I was quiet as I wrapped my hand around my cock, but by the time I was coming her sighs were gentle music in the night.

A few nights later I let my own voice travel as I lost myself in fantasy. In the middle of it all I bumped the wall with my foot and it was answered with a groan and a knock. I pressed my ear to it, and her whispers were almost clear. As I grew louder so did she, until her begging moans were as clear as day.

“Fuck me,” she cried, letting her body press against the wall as my own thrashed about on the bed.

“God, I want you,” I groaned, letting my knees and knuckles slap the plaster.

Our moans and growls got louder with each second, and we showed our desire with fists and toes pounding into the barrier that kept us safe and apart. I pictured her body writhing on the bed and let myself imagine everything I could ever want to do. Seconds later we were both calling out with honest want.

“Come for me,” I begged, as my cock twitched in my hand and my balls tightened beneath my fist.

“Yes,” she screamed, no longer trying to stay subtle at all.

Our voices echoed throughout the building for what felt like hours until all I could hear was the soft waves of her breath mingled with my own pounding heartbeat.

The next afternoon I passed her on the stairs. She smiled and I nodded my head without either of us making a sound.



Absorbing Me Slowly

She used to rub my come into her skin, claiming she was absorbing me slowly. She said that after a year of it we’d be able to communicate without using words at all, and we began to speak less and less. We drank coffee silently each morning, and our decisions were based on eyebrows and the touching of hands.

We fucked most every day, and she no longer had to ask me to pull out. In the moments after I finished she moved into an almost spiritual place with her eyes closed and her hands making circular motions across her chest and stomach. I’d watch her as I lay next to her in the dark, but it was hard to tell if it was working at all. Some nights after I came I felt even further away than ever before.

And then one Friday I realized we hadn’t spoken for an entire week. Seven days had gone by without us saying a thing. I pulled her to me and kissed her rather than getting dressed. She raised an eyebrow, but I dragged her back to bed and opened my mouth between her legs. I spent nearly an hour there, trying to think of the right words to use, but the longer I stayed the less I knew.

Finally she pulled me up and kissed my mouth as I slid inside her. I held her tightly, our bodies moving slowly but with great force. We gripped hands, strained muscles, and exerted every effort we had as we fucked, and when I came it was so deep within in her that for a moment we were one and the same.

She looked at me and smiled.

“I love you,” I said.

“I know,” came her reply.


I’ve Always Wanted to Fuck You

Do you want to fuck any of us?

Close the door, I told her. And lock it.

She sat down on the bed and her smile was angled to one side. Her eyebrow was raised, and her breath was quick.

Two of you, I said. She looked into my eyes as if she could read the names in my pupils. I think you know the first one. Casey, of course. She teases me and climbs on my lap, and those lips were made to do wonderful things.

Who’s the second? She was so close enough to me that I could smell her breath and there was no way she didn’t know the answer. When I pulled her onto my lap she wrapped her legs and arms around me without pause. But her face still doubted, and I let her wait.

The second one, I said, pulling her to me, her cunt grinding onto my quickly growing cock, I’ve wanted for longer than I care to admit. She’s brilliant and hot, and she makes me laugh and grow hard in the same sentence. The second one I want to fuck more than anyone I’ve ever met.

Her hips moved slowly, but with intention. Our faces were nearly touching, and her eyes were closed as she listened.

Are you going to fuck her? Her voice was small and a hint of fear still lingered.

I’m going to be inside her within the next two minutes.

And then her mouth was on mine and her shirt was gone. Our skin touched for the first time as I kissed her chin and breasts, and every point of contact felt perfect. I threw her down on her back as I slid her shorts off her legs taking her underwear with them. She gasped when I opened my mouth on her cunt, and her hands in my hair were fearless.

It’s been over a minute, she whispered, and in one swift motion my mouth was on hers and my cock was buried as deeply inside her as it could go. She screamed into our kiss and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer. Her pussy was tight and wet, and I thrust into her over and over again.

How long have you wanted this, she moaned into my ear. I leaned back, looking down at her panting body, and watching my cock moving within the folds of her cunt. I pulled out so I could rub against her, both of us now watching in amazement. I teased her as long as I could, listening to her need grow stronger until I slid back inside her and collapsed against her chest.

Since the day I met you, I said. I’ve always wanted to you fuck you. From the second you turned around and smiled at me I’ve wanted you. I’ve wanted to fuck this cunt since the moment I knew it existed, and I’m going to keep fucking you until you forget how you know me. Not a minute has gone by in my life that I didn’t want to be inside you. 

She clenched around me, kissing me harder, and she grabbed my hair in one hand.

You could have had me, she moaned. Any time you wanted I would have done it. Here, there, it doesn’t matter. I would always have fucked you. Always.

And then we were biting and scratching and words were no longer important.

The Salt of Her Lips

The last time we fucked her, hard and fast on her own bed, I slipped out of myself and into her.

We had undressed frantically and our need was thick and uncontrollable. We had fingers inside her before anyone lost clothes, and she knelt between us as we pulled off our shirts and got us hard in her mouth. Our foreplay was done when I pulled her panties to one side and fucked her cunt. She collapsed onto the bed, my cock inside her as he took her by the hair and forced her mouth around him.

She was moaning and begging, urging us on with taunts and fingers, and not one of us was thinking at all. And as I watched her between us, getting fucked hard from both ends, my vision clouded and I left my body behind. For a moment I floated in space, and then suddenly I was her instead.

The cock in my mouth was thick and salty with taste that was as familiar as it was strange. There was sweat on my face and my hair was matted against my skin. Each time the cock in my cunt pushed into me, I tried to swallow more of what was in my mouth. All three heartbeats were pounding loudly as they fucked me, and all I knew was that I needed more. I needed it to be harder and stronger. I needed more hands, more come, and more everything. I yearned to be consumed and devoured, my body aching from use, and I gave in completely.

And then in a flash I was me and I was coming inside her, my cock pulsing and my fingers tightening around her ass. He was grunting, and she was moaning, and I watched as she swallowed his come and licked what was left off her lips and chin.

When we collapsed onto the bed, she looked at me strangely.

“What is it?” I asked.

“For a moment,” she said, “I was you and I was fucking me, and it was the best feeling in the world. When I came back to myself I was coming harder than I have in days.”

I kissed her, and the salt of her lips was familiar.



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