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Sienna told me her boyfriend doesn't eat pussy on a random Wednesday night in her dorm, and I walked back to mine like a normal person, and then I did not have one normal thought for four days.

We're both 18, freshman year, attached at the hip since move-in, and I can tell you the stupidest shit about her, like how she steals my hoodies and eats the frosting off cupcakes first and cries at dog videos, and I did not know until last week that her boyfriend Cole, who's 20, has never gone down on her. Not once. He told her he's just not a going down guy, like it was a fun fact about himself, and she said it to me sitting on her bed in those black sleep shorts with her knees pulled up, and her voice got small in this way that made me want to put my fist through his stupid face.

We were supposed to be half studying. Paige, her roommate, was at her boyfriend's. Cole had just gotten off FaceTime with her, ten minutes, he was tired, he was already in bed, he didn't ask her anything. She locked her phone, stared at the wall, and then she told me, and she also told me she waits until he's asleep and finishes with her fingers in the bathroom so she doesn't make him feel bad, which is so depressing I wanted to scream. I told her that was fucked. I told her she deserves to come in someone's mouth. I did not say I could do it. I hugged her, I stole a piece of her gum, I walked home in the cold, and I went to bed like I was fine.

I was not fine.

Thursday we got lunch and she stole my fries like she always does and I kept looking at her mouth and then looking away like a freak. Friday we have psych together and she wore a skirt and sat with her thigh against my thigh the way she always does, except now I could feel the heat of it and I kept thinking about her in those sleep shorts saying he just doesn't do it, and I got wet in class, which is so embarrassing I almost walked out 😭 My ex used to go down on me like it was nothing, like he actually wanted to, and that night I lay in bed thinking about that, and then I had my hand in my shorts and I had to stop because I was thinking about Sienna's pussy and that is not a thought you're supposed to have about your best friend.

Saturday she texted me Cole's at some 21st, Paige is gone, come over. I sat on that text for like twenty minutes before I said yes, which I never do, I always just go. I brought Thai from the place on 4th, drunken noodles for her, pad thai for me, and she opened the door in MY gray hoodie and those same black sleep shorts and no makeup and I got this drop in my chest like oh. Oh no.

We ate on her bed. We talked about nothing. She kept checking if Cole had texted and he hadn't, and the longer we sat there the more I could feel Wednesday sitting in the room with us, and I kept looking at the strip of her thigh where the shorts had ridden up, and she caught me once and didn't say anything, she just tucked her hair behind her ear and went pink. I wanted to pretend I was only mad for her. I was mad for her. I was also so turned on I could feel it in my underwear and I hated that, and I also didn't, and I sat there eating cold noodles trying to decide if I was going to be a coward again.

I wasn't.

I told her I had been thinking about what she said, and she went still, and I told her I couldn't stop, and I told her if she wanted, I would. I would eat her pussy. I said it like that, out loud, in her dorm, with the Thai containers still on the nightstand, and my face was so hot I wanted to die, and she stared at me for a second like she was checking if I was joking. I wasn't. I said I could lock the door. She nodded, very small, and whispered okay, and that okay did something to me I am not going to recover from 💀

I locked the door. I turned off the overhead light so it was just her desk lamp, yellow and close. I got back on the bed and she was already breathing like she'd been running, and I put my hands on her knees and waited until she let them fall open, and then I pulled her shorts down and she wasn't wearing anything under them, and I am not kidding, she was already so wet it was shiny on her, it had soaked a little dark spot into the crotch of the shorts, and when I spread her with my thumbs it clung in a string between my fingers.

I could smell her before I even put my mouth on her. Warm, a little like her vanilla lotion on her inner thighs, and then under that it was just pussy, clean, not sweet. I looked at her. She had her head tipped back against the pillows with her hand over her mouth already, watching me between her fingers, and I had this very calm, very insane thought of I am going to eat my best friend's pussy on purpose, not drunk in a bathroom, on purpose, and then I licked her from the bottom all the way up.

The first lick was mostly the taste of skin and lotion and then I got to her clit and it was saltier, warmer, it coated my tongue. She made a sound into her hand and her hips jumped and I held her thighs open and did it again, slower, and she was so wet it was on my chin immediately, it made that wet little sound, and it started running down toward her ass and I licked that too because it was there and I wanted all of it. I told her she tasted good, and I meant it, it tasted like clean pussy, not perfume, not fruit, just her, and the more I licked the wetter she got, like it was coming out of her, slick and warm, and I kept swallowing because there was nowhere else for it to go.

I didn't totally know what I was doing so I did what I like, I sucked her clit into my mouth and used the flat of my tongue under it, and I put two fingers in her because she was open enough that it was easy, hot, tight, she clenched when I curled them, and she said wait, there, there, in this wrecked whisper that I am going to hear for the rest of my life. Her other hand was in my hair too hard. My jaw started to ache and I did not care. My own pussy was so wet I could feel it when I shifted on my knees and that is so humiliating to admit but it's true, I was dripping from eating her out, from the smell, from her thighs shaking against my ears.

It took a while. Like actually a while, not a cute amount of time, my knees hurt, my mouth was shiny, her wetness was down my wrist. She kept trying to stay quiet because even with Paige gone the walls are trash, and every time she slipped and let a moan out I got meaner about it, I sucked harder, I fucked her with my fingers slower so she could feel it. She came with her thighs clamped around my head and her hand smashed over her mouth and I felt it, I felt her pulse against my tongue, and there was more of it suddenly, thinner, wetter, and I stayed there and licked her through it because that was the whole point, I wanted her to come in someone's mouth for real, not the bathroom finger version she does after Cole rolls over.

She was too sensitive after and she pushed at my head and I sat up with it all over my mouth and my chin and even the tip of my nose, and she looked at me like that, wrecked, shiny, my hoodie rucked up under her tits, and she started laughing this tiny shocked laugh and I started laughing too because WHAT. What did we just do. I could still taste her. I could see how wet the sheet was under her ass.

I told her I would do that whenever she wanted, any time she felt like coming in someone's mouth and Cole wasn't going to be that person, she could just text me. She covered her face with both hands and said you're insane, and then she said okay, and then she pulled me up and we lay there with her leg over mine, not talking, and my face was still wet and I didn't wipe it off yet because I didn't want to.

I walked home after and I could still taste her, salt and clean and a little vanilla at the edges, and I kept running my tongue over my teeth like a psychopath 😇 Now she texts me at night sometimes and I already know what it means, and I told her yes already, so like. Here we are.

My best friend Sadie had been talking about this guy for a week. He was quiet, awkward and sat near the front in their shared lecture and actually took notes because he cared about his grades. They got paired on a group project and she kept talking about him, finding reasons to bring him up, how he blushed when she leaned over his laptop, how he stammered when she asked if he wanted to review outside of class, and how he looked at her mouth when he thought she wouldn’t notice. I told her she should stop being subtle and just invite him over. She texted me that same afternoon.

He’s coming over at 8, using the project as an excuse. You’re free, right?

I was free.

I showed up at her apartment a little after seven-thirty wearing a thin white tank top and short gray shorts. The tank was light enough that the shape of my nipples showed if I got even a little cold. Sadie was already in a cropped shirt and sleep shorts that sat low on her hips. When Jeremy’s knock came, she shot me a brief look, half excited, half conspiratorial, and opened the door.

His name was Jeremy; he was in our year. The kind of body that still looked like it belonged to someone who lived in the library. He walked in with his backpack clutched in one hand and a polite, nervous smile, clearly trying to treat the meeting like an actual study session. The second he saw both of us, his ears went pink. We let him believe the project mattered for about twenty minutes.

Sadie sat next to him on the couch with the shared doc open on her laptop. I took the armchair across from them and watched. She began her seduction slowly, leaning in so that her chest bumped his arm as she pointed at the screen, laughing quietly at things that weren’t that funny, letting her knee rest against his. Every time she closed the distance between them, he seized up. The embarrassment almost exuded off of him, and I felt myself getting warm just from watching it.

When she finally turned his face toward her and kissed him, he made a soft, startled sound like he hadn’t fully believed she would. She kissed him deeper, slow and deliberate, while her hand slid up the inside of his thigh. I watched his fingers dig into the couch cushion hard enough to turn his knuckles white. When she broke the kiss his mouth was still slightly open and his glasses had slipped down his nose.

“You seem nervous, Jeremy,” she murmured against his lips.

“I… yeah.” His voice cracked. “Sorry. I just.. erm..”

“Don’t be.” Sadie glanced over at me, eyes bright with lust. “Eva doesn’t mind watching. Do you, Eva?”

“I honestly wish you guys would speed up.”

I stood and moved to the couch on his other side. The room became charged with the lust of two very horny women. I put my hand on his thigh, higher than Sadie’s had been, and felt the muscle jump under my palm. His breathing started to pick up.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this?” I asked quietly.

He shook his head once, quick and embarrassed. “No. I’ve never… done anything…”

The admission sent a hot, possessive pulse straight between my legs. I could feel the liquid beginning to gather between my legs. Sadie and I gave each other a look over his shoulder. 

We tore off his shirt together; his cock sprang free as we pulled down his underwear and pants. It was average length, thick enough to stretch us just right. Sadie wrapped her fingers around him and stroked once, slowly, from base to tip. He hissed through his teeth and his hips jerked up into her fist. I leaned in and kissed the side of his neck, open-mouthed, while she worked him. When I reached down and cupped his balls, he made a little whimper that went straight to my clit.

We took our time on purpose. Sadie stroked him with a steady, deliberate rhythm until his breathing turned uneven and his stomach started to tighten. I watched the exact moment he got close, the way his thighs tensed, the way his cock swelled in her fist, and the soft, panicked sound that escaped him. She stopped immediately, squeezing him at the base while he shuddered and tried to push up into her hand. She placed her hand on his chest and held him down.

“Not yet,” she said quietly. “You don’t get to cum just because it feels good.”

He let out a shaky breath that was almost a whine. I decided that it was my turn to have a piece of this. I slid off the couch onto my knees between his thighs and licked a long, wet stripe up the underside of his cock before sucking the head into my mouth. The taste of his precum spread over my tongue. He cursed, hands hovering in the air like he didn’t know if he was allowed to touch me. I bobbed slowly, taking more of him each time, hollowing my cheeks while Sadie kissed him and pinched his nipples. I kept the pace just shy of what he needed, firm, wet, and steady until I felt him start to throb against my tongue and his hips thrust lightly. I pulled off completely and squeezed the base of his cock, denying him again. He stared at it like it hurt. I kept doing it over and over again, getting him right to the edge of with my mouth and then pulling off.

“Please,” he got out. His voice was already hoarse. “I can't take it; it feels too good!”

“That’s the point,” I said. I blew cool air over the wet head of his cock and watched him twitch. “We’re going to keep you like this.”

Sadie shifted closer and started stroking him again while I licked and sucked at his balls, slow and methodical. Every time his breathing hitched and his cock jerked in her hand, she eased off and just held him. We traded places without speaking, her mouth on him while I kissed his neck and chest, then my mouth while she whispered against his ear about how hard he was, how red the head of his cock looked, and how badly he must want to cum. He trembled underneath us as we tortured him. A steady leak of precum ran down the shaft and over our fingers and mouth. When he got close again, I took him deep and sucked hard until his whole body went rigid, then pulled off and gripped him tight at the base of his balls while he shook and gasped.

“Fuck, please, I need to cum. I really… I can’t.”

“Not yet,” Sadie murmured. “You can take more.”

We kept him there longer than we should have. I stroked him with my fist in long, twisting pulls until his hips were lifting off the couch, then stopped and made him sit with his cock dripping and untouched until the urgency faded. Sadie took him into her mouth and hummed around him until he was whimpering, then pulled off and kissed me over his lap so he could watch. Every denial left him more desperate than the last. His cock was so hard it looked almost painful, the head dark and shiny, constantly leaking. When I finally wrapped my fingers around him again, he made a broken sound like the contact alone was too much.

“You’re doing so well,” I told him, stroking slowly. “Just a little longer.”

He nodded weakly, eyes glassy behind his crooked glasses, clearly past the point of coherent begging. I edged him one more time, tight, wet strokes until he was right there, then nothing but the lightest drag of my thumb under the head while he trembled and tried not to thrust. Only when he was leaking steadily onto his stomach and his whole body was wound tight with the effort of holding back did I stand up, shove my shorts down my legs, and straddle his lap.

Sadie shifted behind him on the couch, wrapping her arms around his chest and holding him still while I took his cock in my hand and rubbed the head through my folds. I was soaked—dripping enough that it coated him immediately, the wet sound of him sliding against me unmistakable in the quiet apartment. I dragged him back and forth over my clit a few times, watching his face, before I lined him up and started to sink down. The stretch pulled a shaky moan out of both of us.

He filled me in one slow, continuous slide, thick enough that my thighs trembled as I took every inch. After all the edging, he felt impossibly hard inside me, every ridge and pulse distinct. I bottomed out and sat there fully seated on his formerly virgin cock, feeling him throb deep inside me while Sadie held him and watched over his shoulder. He looked completely winded, flushed, open-mouthed, glasses crooked, and staring at the place where we were joined like he couldn’t believe it was real. I clenched around him just to watch the way he would admire me. Once I was satisfied he was enamored with me, I began to slowly ride him up and down.

Deep, deliberate strokes at first, rising up until only the head remained inside me before sinking back down and taking every thick inch again. The wet sound of my pussy accepting him filled the room. Pussy juice ran down around his cock and onto his pelvis with every movement. Sadie kept one arm locked around his chest and slid her other hand down between us so she could rub my clit in tight circles while I fucked him. The dual sensation made me moan louder than I meant to.

“You feel so good,” I breathed, dropping down harder. “Fuck, you’re so hard from us teasing you; I can feel how bad you need it!”

He could barely form words. Every time I took him deep, he made these soft, pathetic sounds that got higher and more desperate the closer he got. After everything we’d done to him, he had almost no control left. I could feel everything, his cock swelling even thicker inside me, his hips twitching with the effort of not thrusting up, the way his whole body wound tighter and tighter under mine. Sadie kissed the side of his neck and kept rubbing my clit, her fingers slick with how wet I was getting around him.

“You want it?” she asked me, voice low and amused.

“Yeah.” I ground down on his cock, clenching my pussy hard. “I want his cum. He’s going to breed my little pussy like a good boy.”

Jeremy choked on a moan. His hands finally gripped my waist hard enough to bruise.

“Please! I can’t hold it anymore; I need to cum… please…”

“Do it,” I told him, riding him through the words. “Cum inside me.”

He broke with a helpless sound, hips jerking up as he started to pulse. Hot, thick cum flooded into me in heavy spurts, so much of it I felt every shot, the release made stronger by how long we’d kept him on edge. I moaned at the feel of it and kept moving, grinding down to take every drop. I was clenching around him like I could milk even more out of him. Sadie kept her fingers on my clit through the whole thing until I was twitching and oversensitive and dripping down him onto the couch.

We stayed like that for a long moment. Me sitting on his cock, his cum already starting to leak out around where we were and Sadie still wrapped around him from the side. Jeremy looked completely disheveled, sweaty, dazed, lips parted, staring at me like he’d just had his entire understanding of the world rearranged.

I lifted off him slowly. A thick trickle of his cum ran down my inner thigh and dripped onto his stomach. Sadie reached down, collected some of it on two fingers, and licked them clean while holding my gaze.

“Project’s going to be a little hard to focus on after this,” she said.

I laughed, still catching my breath, and looked at the mess we’d made of him, the flushed chest, the spent cock shiny with my wetness and his own cum, and the dazed expression behind his crooked glasses.

“Worth it.”

Dev texted me at like 11pm on a Wednesday. Not even a full sentence. Just "you up?" and then, before I could answer he followed it up with "is the door unlocked?"

It wasn't a question. I mean technically it had a question mark but we both knew what he meant by it. I thought it was actually kinda hot.

I left it unlocked.

He let himself in a few minutes later. Faster than I expected I was in the kitchen in a just a shirt and underwear eating cereal. He didn't say hi. He walked up behind me, took the spoon out of my hand, put it on the counter, and turned me around.

"Cole's parking," he said.

"Oh" That was my entire response.

I heard Cole come through the front door while Dev was kissing my neck from behind. I was getting kinda turned on my it but I stayed unresponsive because I knew that is what he wanted from me. Cole kicked his shoes off and walked into the kitchen and just leaned against the fridge watching for a minute. Dev had his hand up my shirt already and he was squeezing my tits and playing with my nipples. Cole grabbed a cup of water from behind him while looking at us the entire time.

"You good?" Cole asked.

"Obviously."

That used to be a longer conversation. Like months ago when this started, there was a whole negotiation. Dev asking if I was sure. Cole checking in every five minutes. Both of them being so careful and respectful and honestly? Boring about it. I was the one who told them to stop asking. I told Dev if I didn't want it I'd say so, and if my door is unlocked then I want it. I have a free use kink. I think that should be clear to you guys reading this by now.

Now it's this. Cole finished his cup of water and set it on the counter and walked over and pulled my shirt off over my head while Dev took my underwear down. No pause. No "is this okay." My body hit the kitchen counter and I pushed back against it and Dev lifted me up onto it and I wrapped my legs around him. I pretended to resist for a few moments but then I let them “overpower” me and I just gave in to it. I like that moment.

Cole stood behind me. His hand was in my hair jerking me around and his mouth was on my neck sucking hard. I knew I would have a hickey tomorrow.  I could feel him getting hard against my back. Dev was between my legs grinding against me through his shorts and I reached down and unzipped him.

"Impatient aren’t you" Dev said. Then he slapped me across the face.

"You're slow" I whimpered back to him.

He pulled me off the counter and turned me around and bent me over it. The counter was cold and not really all that comfortable. Somehow I kinda liked that. Made it feel more real.

Cole came around to my front. He tipped my chin up and I opened my mouth so he could shove his cock down my throat.

Dev fucked me hard from behind. Every thrust pushed me forward onto Cole’s cock.

"Harder" I said around Cole's cock and Dev grabbed my hips and pulled me back into him and even though it hurt I liked it still.

They switched spots.

I tasted myself on him. I must have been soaked because his cock literally tasted only like my pussy haha.

"Good girl," Cole said quietly. He only ever says it when he's close and it makes me clench every time and he knows it. I love getting filled up.

Dev came first. Held my head down on his cock and I swallowed and he was still holding me there when Cole started going faster and that's when I came myself. Dev hit me across the face again and the pain mixed perfectly with the orgasm I was having. Pure bliss imo. Cole finished right after me. I felt it.

After we had all cum the two of them basically just left without even saying anything to me. I actually liked that part of it. It left me with a bit of a weird feeling, but a good one. Kind of this sense of objectification that I enjoy. Like my feelings don’t matter. Like the only thing that mattered was them getting off. Idk. I know its weird, but I like it.

last night i was meeting friends out instead of pregaming with them, so i had to get drunk on my own….started already crazy high bc my friend and i smoked a preroll so i was standing around in my room completely naked looking at my teeny body and how hard my little clit looked….

i put a particularly tiny thong on and a little miniskirt, i just wore normal heels and a little tank crop w no bra and i was turning myself on tbh. i took a bunch of cute pictures in the outfit, looking like i was already going to fall over, and sent them to a gc i knew my guy friends looked at

i was running a little late so i grabbed my tequila and sat down in front of my mirror, taking three shots back to back while i teared up and gagged a little. but they hit HARD and fast with the weed already in my system, and my legs were spreading in front of the mirror…. of course

sweet little drunk high cunt on display, tiny thong actually almost too tiny; all of my clothes honestly too tiny. i slapped my little hard clit through the thin fabric and gasped, soaking a little. i could see my hard nipples poking through my little shirt, my tight flat stomach flexing as i slapped my little clit again….so hot. needed to see a huge cock filling up my tummy later tonight….

i moved my little thong to the side and whimpered a little. totally soaked. i looked at my little cunthole in the mirror and slapped my clit a third time, thinking about how much my hole would have to be stretched out tonight to fit anyone, and squirted a little. squirt splashing out of my sweet little cunt.

i hit my pen HARD and held my breath while i felt the shots really hit. my pussy was leaking, dripping down to my little asshole, and a little creamy already. i hit it one more time, my cheeks already pink from being so turned on seeing my own little cunt all spread out. thinking about how whoever stuffed me tonight would be grunting while they forced further inside me trying to get all the way in….

i took four more shots with my legs spread and messaged the gc to say i was drunk af and leaving soon. two of my friends had messaged me after seeing my pictures, one of them i had fucked on his birthday last year and one of them just wants to be inside me so badly

guy 1: you look cute baby

let me smoke you out and take you back

guy 2: youre wearing the skirt

fuckkkk

i was so drunk. i somehow made it where i needed to go and immediately my friends bought me two more shots and guy 1 wanted to smoke. at this point not only was i completely soaked but i was so fucked up i was kinda clumsy so guy 1 put me on his lap. i was definitely getting his thigh wet btw.

at some point guy 2 stands in front of us and offers me a cig, i smoke it on guy 1s lap. and then i whine that i need to pee.

guy 2 immediately puts the rest of his cig out and tells me he’ll take me inside. i stand up and guy 1 squeezes my ass, but guy 2 drags me away to the bathrooms. i’m sure you know what happens next.

he locks us in an accessible stall and puts me on top of the sink, which was kinda uncomfortable but he immediately started pulling my soaked wet thong to the side and pushed his tongue inside my little hole. as he tonguefucks me, i get cream on his mouth. he taps at my clit a few times and my little hole squirts just a bit.

he’s groaning, telling me how obsessed with me he is. i can see how hard he is through his pants, but to be honest i have double vision and am soooooo fucking drunk.

i think i black out a bit. because the next thing i remember is him struggling to get the last few inches of his huge, fat cock bottomed out in my little cunt. i’m shaking hard, he’s supporting/holding me so i dont fall off the sink. but i vaguely remember we’re still in public …. i’m whining kinda loud, so he chokes me out HARD with one hand, and i think my little pussy squirts a little from all the pressure. while i’m squirting a bit, he pushes deeper inside.

the entire time he’s totally cuntdrunk. “perfect little hole, i knew it would be like this” “perfect baby” “milking my cock” “taking me so good baby even though i don’t fit” “pretty little pussy needed to be stuffed full?”

he slams in harder. he’s balls deep and kind of humping my cunthole, fully inside me as far as he can go but pulsing harder and deeper with little thrusts. i gasp loud and squirt uncontrollably. he forces his cock to stay inside, and i almost pass out.

three more hard, long thrusts while i’m squirting, then fully inside again. i’m shaking on the sink, begging him for more but not being able to take it. hump hump hump.

he slams into me a few more times, and i cum so hard i almost force all of him out. but he’s so obsessed he just forces himself all the way back in. i almost pass out again.

honestly after that i just remember he took me home, we kept drinking and smoking and i made him let me cockwarm him lollll

France still has a few cinemas that show adult films on weekday afternoons. Not many. But enough. I know which ones. I've known for years.

I go on Tuesdays.

There's something about a Tuesday that the other days don't have. A Tuesday is chosen. You don't end up in a porn cinema on a Tuesday by accident — you decide, in the middle of an ordinary week, that you want something. That decision alone does something to me before I've even left the house.

I wore what I always wear for this. A thin skirt, mid-thigh, no lining. Nothing underneath. Flat shoes. A top that doesn't give much away. The outside should look ordinary. What's underneath is the secret.

I arrived just after the film started. Let my eyes adjust to the dark. Counted the silhouettes. Five men, spread across the seats the way men spread in these places — space between each one, all of them pretending to watch the screen.

I chose a seat in the middle section. Not the back row — that's too obvious. Middle. I crossed my legs, set my bag beside me, and watched the screen for a few minutes. On it, a woman was being taken from behind, slow and deliberate, her face turned toward the camera. I watched her expression more than anything else.

My thighs were already warm.

It took maybe eight minutes. A man moved from three rows back to the seat directly beside me. Fifties. Well-dressed for this kind of place. The kind of man who has done this before and knows how to do it without being crude about it.

He didn't speak. He placed his hand on my knee.

I looked at the screen and let my legs fall open.

His hand moved up slowly. There's a particular quality to the way a man touches you when he's not sure yet what he'll find — careful, reading, not taking anything for granted. His fingers reached the hem of my skirt and pushed it up my thigh, and then his hand was there, and he understood immediately. No fabric. Nothing between his palm and my skin. I was already wet.

He exhaled slowly through his nose. That sound — that specific, involuntary exhale — is one of my favorite things. It means he's stopped performing and started actually feeling something.

Two fingers pushed inside me without ceremony. Not rough — precise. His thumb found my clit and stayed there, light circles, while his fingers worked deeper. I kept my eyes on the screen. My hips moved just slightly against his hand, involuntary, giving him information I hadn't decided to give yet.

I reached over and found him through his trousers. Hard already, thick, pressing against the fabric. I undid his zip slowly, reached inside, and took his cock in my hand. Warm. Heavy. Already slick at the tip. I ran my thumb over it and felt him tense beside me.

I stroked him slowly while he fingered me. Neither of us looked at the other. We were watching the screen, hands buried in each other, in the specific silence of a room where everyone knows and no one speaks.

Across the aisle, a man had turned in his seat to watch us. Not pretending anymore. Watching directly, one hand in his lap. I looked at him for a long moment. He didn't look away. I didn't either.

I leaned down and took the cock beside me in my mouth.

No warmup. I wanted the weight of him on my tongue, the stretch of my jaw, the specific taste of a man who's been hard and waiting. I took him as deep as I could in the first stroke, my hand working what my mouth couldn't reach, and I heard him grip the armrest. His other hand found my hair — not pulling, just holding. Present.

I worked him slowly, then faster, then slow again when I felt him getting close. I wasn't ready to finish him yet. I wanted him inside me. I'd decided that in the first thirty seconds.

I sat back up. The man across the aisle was stroking himself openly now. A second man, closer to the back, had shifted to see better.

I swung one leg over and straddled the man beside me. The cinema seat made it awkward. It always does. I reached between us, lined him up, and pushed down.

The stretch hit me all at once. I heard myself make a sound I hadn't planned.

His hands found my hips under my skirt and gripped. I braced my hands on the seat back in front and moved — slow at first, then faster, my skirt pooled around my waist. The wet sound of us filled the space between the rows.

I looked at the man across the aisle while I fucked the man beneath me. His attention felt physical. It made everything sharper.

The man inside me thrust up to meet me. I moved faster. Someone behind us shifted. I didn't turn around.

I came while looking at the man across the aisle.

It started deep, rolled outward, my thighs shaking, my whole body going tight. I kept moving through it until the last pulse faded and felt him grip my hips hard and finish, buried as deep as the angle allowed, his face pressed against my shoulder, completely silent.

We stayed like that for a moment.

I climbed off. Smoothed my skirt. Took my bag. Didn't look at him.

At the door I glanced back once. The man across the aisle was still watching me leave. The man I'd fucked was looking at the screen again, jacket across his knees, like nothing had happened.

The film was still playing.

I walked out into the Tuesday afternoon light, wet and satisfied and completely myself, and drove home.

I've been back twice since then.

I'll go again next Tuesday.

Anyone else find that the most ordinary days are sometimes the best ones for this?

Okay so I worked at this coffee shop for a few months to cover some expenses and it was actually a really fun job and I was good at it and I also quickly figured out that showing up without a bra made the tip jar significantly happier by end of day which is just science and I was simply applying it, no notes, fully committed to the methodology lol.

I also had a personal rule that if I was feeling a certain kind of way in the morning I would skip underwear too because there is something about standing behind a counter taking orders all day while wearing absolutely nothing under your uniform that makes the shift go by in a very interesting way and I had discovered this by accident and then immediately made it a recurring choice, which says a lot about me as a person and I stand by all of it.

So this one shift I was bra-less AND underwear-less and feeling absolutely feral from the jump and tips were coming in great, dollars here, fives there, people were generous and I was in a good mood and everything was going well and then this guy came in and I want to be clear that I had seen him in the shop maybe twice before and had absolutely clocked him both times and done nothing about it because he was a customer and I was a professional, mostly 😭

Ordered a medium black coffee, very normal, paid, very normal, and then when I leaned over the counter to hand it to him he put something directly into my hand and it was a fifty dollar bill with a phone number written on it and he held eye contact for maybe one and a half seconds and then just took his coffee and went and sat down like he hadn't just completely detonated my entire afternoon.

Now look, the fifty dollars was cute and I appreciated it but let's be real, if he had been unattractive that number was going straight in the trash, like I'm not doing anything for money I would not do for free for the right person, but he was genuinely nice looking and I had already thought about him twice before and the fifty was just a fun bonus on top of a decision I was probably already going to make lol.

I stood at that counter for a solid ten seconds just staring at the bill like it was a puzzle I needed to solve and then I came back to earth and finished making the drinks in the queue and spent the rest of the shift glancing over at him sitting there completely calm and unbothered at his little table while I was over here basically malfunctioning, like sir you cannot just DO that and then sit there reading your phone, every time I looked at him I felt my pussy clench and I nearly put oat milk in someone's latte who specifically asked for almond and that would have been HIS fault actually.

Texted the number on my break from the back room, just a single question mark because I am a woman of few words, and he sent back his name and said he could pick me up after my shift and I said okay and floated back out to the counter with forty five minutes left on the clock feeling like a cartoon character with little hearts for eyes 😭

He was already waiting outside when I finished, nice car, window down, that same calm expression and I got in and he asked if I was hungry and I said not for food and genuinely I could see him trying not to smile and losing.

He drove us to this quiet residential street like five minutes away, parked under some trees, afternoon light coming through, nobody around, and I didn't even wait for him to say anything I just reached over and got his belt open because he had been very patient and I felt like rewarding that.

He was already getting hard before I got his jeans down properly and when I wrapped my hand around his cock I took one actual second to appreciate what I was working with because I deserved that moment and then I got my mouth on him and decided that a man this attractive and this patient warranted a very unhurried and very thorough approach lol.

I started slow, super wet, lots of spit, working him with my hand and my mouth together while he settled back into the seat and put one hand in my hair and just rested it there not pushing just present and his breathing in that quiet car started doing things to me immediately, like I was already soaking before I even started and now I was absolutely dripping, so I got my other hand between my own thighs because I needed something to do with all of that and he noticed and made a sound that I felt in places that were not involved in this situation 😭

I took my time with him, kept the pace slow and deliberate, sloppy and wet and deep, coming up gasping and going back down and taking him to the back of my throat and holding it there until my eyes were streaming and my mascara was completely done for, and he was gripping my hair properly now and his whole body had this tension to it like a guy trying very hard to hold something together and failing beautifully, and I edged him completely by accident just by being thorough, like I wasn't even trying to do that I was just enjoying myself and he was just suffering and that's on him for being so good looking honestly.

When I finally let him come I stayed all the way down and swallowed everything and then looked up at him and he was staring at the ceiling of his car with the expression of a man who had just finished a very long and difficult journey and arrived somewhere excellent.

I quit that job a few weeks later but I kept his number and he kept mine and that fifty dollars was genuinely the best return on investment either of us has ever seen and I think about it sometimes when I need to feel good about my decision making 😌

That is the first thing he said after he found out. His hands were still on my waist, our lips were still wet from kissing each other, and he was looking up at me from between my legs where he had just been kissing his way down my stomach. His fingers had just gotten to my underwear for the first time and that is when he felt it. Usually I am a little more proactive, but this time I guess I just got carried away a bit.

"Yeah," I said. "Seriously."

His name was Adrian. Met him at a rooftop party I went to with my friends. It was honestly kinda off the chains so far as parties go. There was a lot of degenerate behavior going on. We hit it off pretty quickly at the party and he is the one who approached me in the first place. I wasn't sure if he could tell that I was trans or not, but I guess I need to accept at this point that people can not in fact tell.

I mean I know what I look like. Long hair, short dress, slim waist and legs, small boobs. I look like I was born as a girl.

He came up to me and said "I was trying to think of something smooth to say, but I couldn't so I am just going to tell you you're beautiful and hope that works."

"It works," I said. I actually appreciate that kind of approach. It feels honest.

We talked for an hour or two. He was funny. A little nervous, but authentic. Which I liked.

When he kissed me at the end of the night as we were leaving, his hands went to my waist and he pulled me in and I felt everything. He felt fit. I could tell he had more muscle than it looked like. He wasn't bulky, just lean.

"Come back to mine?" he asked.

So I did. That easy. I'm not the hardest girl to get into bed with I won't lie.

This tends to be the part where things always get… Potentially messy. I have been kicked out of people's apartments before. It sucks, but I deal with it. I'm not gonna play victim.

We were on his bed. He took my dress off, slowly and sensually. He was kissing my neck, my cheeks, the tops of my small boobs. His mouth finally found my nipple and they are super sensitive so it made me press into him and I was already getting hard at this point. He was working his way down slowly. Kissing my stomach. Getting ready to take everything off.

I put my hand on his. I needed to tell him. I could feel in my chest that he didn't already know, and it would be wrong of me to not disclose.

"I need to tell you something first." I told him.

He stopped. Looked up at me. "What is it?"

"I'm trans," I said. "I have a cock."

That's when he said it. "What the fuck are you serious!"

He seemed shocked enough that I kind of felt bad for him.

I nodded. I always get this weird feeling in this moment. Shame mixed with nervousness mixed with anticipation. It is hard to explain if you haven't experienced it. I never know which way it is gonna go. Sometimes it blows up.

He sat back stunned. He looked at me. All of me, lying on his bed in just my underwear now. I could see the shape of my cock through the fabric. It is honestly crazy we went this long without him knowing.

"You're so pretty though" he said. He seemed sorta disappointed.

And then he pulled my underwear down.

I was fully hard now. Pressed up against my stomach. He stared at me for a second, and then he wrapped his hand around me and I stopped breathing.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

"Very okay."

I'm happy this one worked out. I think a lot of you guys would be surprised how often guys don't care. Ask them in public and you get a different answer, but in private? Whole new world.

He stroked my cock, slow, looking at my face while he did it. I could feel his hand shaking a little. Nervous. Maybe even confused. I think he was surprised by how much he wanted this.

"Can I suck on you?" he asked. Straight guys always ask. I'm not sure why.

I nodded yes and he lowered his mouth on to my cock and started to bob up and down. It was clearly his first time with a cock. I felt his teeth and then he overcorrected and went too wide. I didn't mind. I love being a guy's first. He just wanted me to feel good and he was doing his best and figuring it out as we went.

I put my hand in his hair. "Use your tongue more. Yeah. Like that." I said to him.

He moaned around me and the vibration felt good.

I was close to cumming embarrassingly fast. I think the situation kinda turned me on extra. I pulled him off and he looked up at me.

"I want you to fuck me now" I told him.

He stood up and took his clothes off and he was hard. Really hard. He put on a condom and I told him where the lube was in my purse and got on my stomach.

He was really slow at first. Almost too careful. I had to push back against him before he got the signal that I could take it.

"God, you're tight," he said as he slid the tip of his cock into my ass.

"And you're going slow" I giggled.

That is when he stopped going slow.

He fucked me face down on his bed. With one hand flat on my back holding me down. I reached around under myself while he fucked me and stroked my cock in time with his thrusting.

When I came, it was all over his sheets. I moaned loudly. He felt me tense up and squeeze his cock tightly with my ass and I think that is what set him over the edge. He started cumming and he thrust all the way into my ass and unloaded while inside of me.

We lay there for a while. Sticky. Breathing hard.

"I've never done that before," he said.

"Done what?"

"Any of it. All of it." He paused. "You're really hot. I just want you to know that." he told me.

I rolled over and kissed him. That was sweet of him to say. I slept over that night.

The next morning, his roommate saw me coming out of the bathroom in his shirt and he just nodded at me, completely unsurprised, and went back to eating cereal. Adrian turned bright red. He may have done something new last night, doesn't mean he is fully comfortable with it yet. I'm not judging. It takes time.

I still have his shirt. He hasn't asked for it back. I honestly don't think he will.

So I fell down a rabbit hole online about how you can apparently make a guy cum with ZERO physical contact, purely mental stimulation, and I did not believe it for one second but I also could not stop thinking about it and those two things together are a dangerous combination for everyone around me lol.

Someone in the comments mentioned the rubber hand illusion which is this psychology thing where you trick your brain into feeling sensations in a fake hand by touching the real hand and a fake hand simultaneously until the brain makes the association and starts registering the fake one as real, and apparently the same principle could theoretically apply to other body parts with the right setup and I was like. I need to try this on someone immediately.

My friend has this 19 year old guy in her life who has had an obvious thing for me forever, always finding excuses to be around, staring, the whole routine. Sweet, cute, also a virgin which felt scientifically relevant because less established neural pathways or whatever, I took one psychology class and I am absolutely running with it 😭

I texted him and said don't touch yourself for four days and come over Saturday. No explanation. He said okay within thirty seconds which honestly tells you everything you need to know about the situation lol.

He shows up Saturday looking like a man on the edge of something, practically vibrating, and I explained the experiment and laid out the rules, hands flat on the mattress at all times, no touching his cock, no moving, just sit there and let me work. He stripped and sat on the edge of my bed and his cock was ALREADY fully hard before I had done a single thing and I thought okay this is promising.

I had a realistic dildo ready for the association phase. Started touching both at the same time, same rhythm, same pressure, real and fake simultaneously, trying to build the neural connection the way the theory described. He was breathing like he'd sprinted somewhere just from my hands near him and his cock was dripping at the tip and I thought we were getting somewhere and then I pulled back from the real contact and worked just the dildo and his face was doing something interesting but his cock was not cumming and the experiment was not cooperating lol.

So I changed tactics. Stood up and stripped slowly right in front of him, took my absolute time about it, and his cock was jumping around and his hands were completely flat on the mattress like a desperate good boy and I was honestly impressed by the self control but STILL nothing, no cum, just this absolutely furious throbbing cock that wanted everything and was getting nothing.

I pulled the chair right up next to him, close enough that he could literally smell my pussy, and spread my legs and got two fingers inside myself and started moaning loud, like embarrassingly loud, and told him look how fucking wet you make me and imagine how tight and warm this pussy would feel wrapped around your cock and this is all for you baby and he was GOING INSANE, breathing so hard, cock absolutely soaked with his own precum, hands shaking on the mattress trying to stay still and still NOTHING, no cumming, just suffering lol.

I grabbed my vibrator and pressed it to my clit and kept going, kept moaning, kept talking dirty, my pussy completely dripping at this point and honestly I felt bad lol like his cock was RIGHT THERE and I was so wet and the experiment was clearly not working and I did not want to leave him like that so I just laughed and said okay forget the science, mouth or sit on you.

He said sit on him before I finished the sentence.

I was already so soaking wet I climbed straight on and lined his cock up and the SECOND my pussy lips touched the tip of his cock he just absolutely lost it, huge load shooting inside me before I'd even started sinking down, four days of nothing just unloading into me all at once while he made a sound that I think came from somewhere very deep and very relieved 😭

I slid all the way down anyway and let him pump everything he had left deep inside me and his cock was twitching inside my pussy while he finished and I just stayed there after rocking gently, letting him feel my warm pussy around him while he caught his breath and played with my tits and I kissed him a little because it was his first time and it felt like the right move lol.

The rubber hand illusion did not work, everything after it did. Net positive, would attempt again, also still curious if the theory holds under better conditions so if anyone has successfully done this PLEASE explain your methodology 😭

Leo had been my friend for years, and suddenly, with my head on his lap and his thing almost in my mouth, my mind was filled with snapshot memories of our time together.

Thirty hours building the Lego Death Star.

Late nights on eBay hunting down the rare action figures he needed for his collection.

Holding his hand when he cried about Sophie cheated on him with Mike.

And now, this…

I licked my lips.

Naked from the waist down, his shorts and underwear now in a little pile on the floor somewhere, my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness of the room.

His cock.

And oh my god, what a cock.

Maybe it was just because he was my friend, or maybe it was because I hadn’t seen one in a while, but my first thought was that Sophie was an idiot. If I had access to a cock like that I would play with it every day; tease it and cherish it and fuck it over and over and over again.

But as it was, we were just friends, so I made a point of not looking at it and instead smiled sweetly at him, placing my hand on his thigh.

“Oh my god thanks, that looks so much more comfy. Are you sure this is okay?”

His cock jumped a little. I pretended not to notice.

He nodded.

“Thanks,” I brought my head down to his tummy. “You’re such a good friend.”

I was losing sight of what the point of this all was. My head was now inches from his cock once more, and my mouth was literally drooling. Maybe I should just stop messing around and suck it. I mean, I wanted to. And I’m pretty sure he wanted it too. I opened my mouth.

“I think I might get more comfortable, too,” I said, the words coming out of my mouth before I could vet them. “It's only fair.”

This time, I didn’t wait for an answer, my heart was pounding as I lifted my head from him. I could see the confusion and anticipation warring on his face as I pushed myself up to sit beside him on the couch.

“You can watch, if you like.”

I reached for the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it up and over my head, feeling my tits fall against my body. I arched my back slightly, pushing them forward, giving him the full view. "Do you like them?" I asked, my trembling slightly. It felt obscene to be topless in front of him, but it always felt exhilarating, and sitting in front of him now, in just a small skirt and my panties, I knew there was no turning back. "I've always wondered what you'd think."

We looked down at them together. They have always been large, but with Leo’s throbbing cock in the background, they looked extra obscene, almost anime-proportioned, my nipples hard and bumpy and clearly craving stimulation.

“They look…fuck, Sarah. They look great.”

I sighed, his words hitting me like a physical force. To see Leo with his cock out, appraising my body, was doing something to me, and I needed more of it.

I stood up then, my fingers hooking into the waistband of my skirt. I wiggled my hips as I slid it down over my round, full ass, letting it pool at my feet. I turned my back to him and bent at the waist, giving him a view of my ass in my panties (they were very cute) before I hooked my thumbs into them and slid them down, feeling them come away in a sticky mess from my pussy. I was momentarily embarrassed until I looked between my legs and saw his cock throb at the sight of it. I arched my back and looked forward.

"Come closer," I whispered. “I want to know if you think it looks nice…”

My knees were trembling slightly, and I opened my legs a little wider, knowing that he was the perfect eye level with my puffy pussy and little asshole. Even thinking of the words ‘pussy’ and ‘asshole’ in the context of being around Leo was wrong in a way that made me extra horny.

This was going so far.

“Is it weird seeing your best friend naked?” I asked, turning to face him, looking down at myself and seeing my fat, glistening lips, suddenly ashamed and embarrassed. This was my best friend, the nerdy guy I'd spent countless hours with, and here I was, completely naked and dripping wet for him. “I’m sorry.”

“No!” He said, sitting forward. “No, honestly. It’s…oh god honestly its fucking incredible.”

I stepped a little closer. “Really?”

He nodded. “Your body…your…your boobs.”

I laughed. “It’s funny hearing you say boobs.”

He looked embarrassed.

“No!” I said, taking another step toward him, standing between his legs now, my feet almost under the couch. “No…I like it. Here, give me your hands.”

He did as he was told, holding out his arms. I took them by the wrists and brought them up to my breasts, placing them gently on my body. His cock throbbed once more and I smiled, my pussy at eye level to him, close enough that it took all my willpower not to grab the back of his head and thrust myself into his mouth.

“Feel them…” I whispered, pleasure shooting through my body just from the feel of his touch. “It’s okay. Don’t be shy.”

He started a little tentatively, squeezing gently, reverently, watching the way they moved, savoring how they felt.

“That’s it,” I said, my eyelids fluttering shut. “You can do it a little harder, if you like.”

Whoops, I thought. I just told my best friend to be rougher with my tits.

And the worst part was, he obeyed instantly, his tentative touch quickly transforming into something more demanding, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my breasts, kneading them roughly as he gripped my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pulling them away from my body until I gasped. The mix of pleasure and pain shot through me and my hips began to move of their own accord, thrusting forward and back in a rhythm that mimicked what I desperately wanted.

"Fuck," I breathed out, my voice ragged already. “That’s nice.”

He responded by pinching my nipples even tighter, twisting a little, just enough to make me yelp with arousal and embarrassment, my hips now fucking an invisible nothing, my pussy literally dripping down my inner thighs, clenching around nothing. I could feel how wet I was, how needy, and I didn't care that I was acting like some desperate slut in front of my best friend. I looked down at him, forced myself to do it, watching his face as he handled my sensitive breasts, a smile spreading across his face as I shamelessly fucked the empty space between us.

“Stop,” I said, stepping away slightly. “I need to tell you something.”

“What?” he asked, the old Leo returning, his face filled with concern for his best friend. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I said. “I just….need to ask you something and I’m not sure how you’re going to react…”

“Ask me,” he said, taking my hand, holding it softly and looking up at me, our eyes meeting, his touch tender once more. “I’ve got you.”

I nodded, feeling myself flush crimson with embarrassment, the color blossoming on my naked chest.

“I…it’s…” I looked away in embarrassment. I steeled myself. It was going to be okay. Even if he said no, at least we shared this moment together. It was fine. We were friends. I took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. “Can I suck it? Please ?”

josie texted me "come open the door right now!" with zero context attached and when i opened it she was standing there with this guy i'd never seen before and the first thing she said was "i need you to see his cock." it was actually insane lmao i couldn't believe it.

i was like what. and she just pushed past me and was pulling him by the hand into my apartment and was like "i'm serious. i have been fucked by this man three times this week and it is crazy. you will see. you need to try it. now!" the guy was just standing there kind of smiling but also looking a little bit awkward or something. he was tall and fit, but overall it didn't seem like there was anything crazy about him honestly.

josie grabbed his belt and looked at me and said "are you ready?" and i said "josie we're in my living room" with a giggle and she just said "and?" and pulled his pants down.

i'm not even exaggerating when i tell you my jaw literally opened wide. he was only like half hard and he was fucking huge. not even hard, and like genuinely the biggest cock i have ever seen in person. maybe even online too. actually. biggest cock period ever. thick, heavy, just all around ginormous.

honestly i was already wet. i'd been home alone all day doing nothing and the second i saw it something in me just switched on. you guys know how i get.

josie got on her knees first and started sucking him and the sounds she was making were quite frankly obscene. she was gagging on it, licking it, spit everywhere, tears in her eyes, and she pulled off and looked up at me and said "come here." so i did. i got on my knees next to her on the floor and she held his cock out toward me like she was offering me a gift and i opened my mouth and took him in and oh my god.

i could barely fit him. to say "just the tip" might not even be accurate haha. my mouth just didn't open wide enough it seems. my lips were stretched so wide around him and he grabbed my hair and pushed deeper and i gagged and josie said "good girl, take it." i decided i would have better luck just licking him, and so i spent the next little while running my tongue up and down the side of his shaft. it was kinda funny in a way.

we passed his cock back and forth between our mouths for i don't even know how long. licking up each side together, our tongues touching at the tip, both of us drooling all over him. he was moaning and saying "fuck you two are perfect little sluts" and i liked that a lot. the truth always turns me on hehe ;)

josie spit on his cock and then spit in my mouth and said "suck him as deep as you can, show him what you can do" and i tried so hard to take all of it. i got it all the way to my throat even though it hurt my jaw and my eyes were watering and he said "holy shit thats hot" and josie said "she's a good little cocksucking whore isn't she?" like she was proud of me.

he said "i'm gonna cum" and josie grabbed his cock and jerked him off pointed at both our faces. she pressed her cheek against mine so we were side by side with our mouths open and tongues out and he came so much. it hit my lips and chin and josie's forehead and cheek and it dripped down into both our mouths. the second he finished josie turned and kissed me, hard, pushing his cum into my mouth with her tongue while i pushed mine back against hers. we were making out with cum all over our faces, swapping it back and forth, swallowing it together. she pulled back and licked a little bit of it off my chin and said "you taste so good with cum on your face." with a giggle.

we barely gave him a break for the next few hours. josie pushed me back on to the couch and climbed on top of him and i watched his cock slide into her pussy and she let out this moan that i loved to hear. her eyes were rolling back and she looked like she was feeling an intense mixture of pain and pleasure. she kept saying "oh my god it's so deep, it's so fucking deep, you're splitting me open" and he was holding her hips and thrusting into her as hard as he could, and i was just sitting right there watching this massive cock disappear inside my best friend. i could tell he was bottoming out in her because at the lowest point there was still a few inches of his cock still visible outside of her pussy. i had my hand between my legs because i couldn't help it.

he fucked her hard and she was screaming and then he grabbed her hips and pulled her all the way down and said "fuck i'm fucking cumming in you" and she came right then. she collapsed on top of him for a second and then pulled off and i could see his cum already leaking out of her pussy. she laid back and spread her legs and looked at me. i didn't even hesitate for a second. i put my mouth on her pussy and licked his cum out of her while she moaned and ran her fingers through my hair. she tasted so good mixed with him. i loved it. i sucked and licked every drop of cum out of her pussy and she kept moaning and grinding her pussy against my face.

then it was my turn to get fucked. he was hard again already which honestly with a cock like that feels like a bit of a superpower. like holy fucking shit for real. he bent me over the arm of the couch and pushed his cock into me from behind and i screamed. i actually screamed. not moaned. screamed. he was so big it felt like he was in my stomach and i was gripping the cushions and saying "oh fuck oh fuck it's so big please please please please" josie sat in front of me and held my face and said "take it. take every inch of that cock like i know you can" she was kissing me while he fucked me and i was moaning and drooling into her mouth. i was in a daze i swear. he was going so deep i could feel him in places nobody has ever reached before and i loved it so much even though it actually hurt.

he grabbed my hips and started going harder and i said "cum in me, please cum in my pussy, fill me up like you filled her up" and he did. i felt all of it shoot deep inside me and i came so hard my legs were shaking just like josie had. he pulled out and josie was immediately behind me. she bent me over and put her mouth right on my pussy from behind, tongue inside me, licking his cum out of me the same way i did to her. she was moaning while she did it like she loved the taste and she kept pushing her tongue deeper saying "i want all of it ugh i love it so much" i was face down barely breathing at this point.

after josie finished cleaning me up we all just laid there for a while. josie had her head on my stomach and said "i told you". that made me laugh for real haha. they ended up leaving and as they walked out i just told him "it was nice to meet you" and later that day i ended up asking josie for his number. i kinda want to add him to my permanent roster. just for those times when i need to be totally destroyed ya feel?

Okay so this is going to sound like a sad story at the start and I promise it is not a sad story, it is actually the opposite of a sad story, bear with me 😭

I'm not cute in the conventional way. Like I know what I am and what I'm not and for a long time that bothered me a lot more than it does now, but somewhere along the way I stopped being upset about it and started being practical about it instead, which is the most useful thing I've ever done for myself.

Here's what not being the prettiest girl in the room actually gets you, guys are genuinely your friends, like actually your friends, not trying to sleep with you friends, they tell you real things and include you in real ways and you get to actually know them as people which is something a lot of girls never get, and I love that about my life, I love my guy friends and they love me back and it's real.

And then I added one thing to the arrangement and it got even better lol.

I love sucking cock. Not as a means to an end, not as a stepping stone to something else, just cock in my mouth specifically, as the thing, as the whole point. I'm talking sloppy, wet, dripping down my chin, deepthroat until my eyes water and my mascara is running and I have to come up gasping, and I am good at it in the way that only comes from genuinely loving it, and at some point I decided this was going to be part of how I show up for the guys in my life who I actually care about.

So now they know. Not in a formal announced way, just in the way things become understood over time. When we hang out I'm going to get on my knees at some point during the evening and get their cock in my mouth and they don't have to ask or bring it up, it's just going to happen, because I like doing it and they clearly don't object lol. They can text ahead if they want which some of them do and I find very funny and also very efficient.

I deepthroat every time, sloppy and wet, spit everywhere, I don't make it neat because neat is not the point. I swallow every load without making it a whole thing, I let them grab my hair and fuck my throat until I'm gagging and drooling and tearing up and I stay down because I want to and because the sounds they make when I do are something I genuinely get wet from, like embarrassingly wet, which probably tells you everything about how much I actually enjoy this. I have opinions about technique and I apply them and the results speak for themselves.

Here's the part I didn't expect though, the part that actually makes this the opposite of a sad story, they look out for me in return in ways that go so far beyond what I ever expected. One of them found out I had a thing for his roommate and spent three weeks actively engineering a situation where we could spend time together and it worked and I felt like more than I deserved from a person lol. Another one is my emergency contact. Another one drove four hours to help me move without being asked. They talk about me to other guys as someone worth knowing and I have met people through them that have changed my actual life.

None of my girlfriends know about the arrangement. I don't have that many anyway and it's not their business. What I have is a group of guys who are my people, who I take care of in a specific sloppy wet way I enjoy and that costs me nothing, and who take care of me back in every way that matters.

It's a good life.

I love watching a cock slowly get hard . That moment when it’s still a bit soft and he’s desperately stroking it, eyes closed, groaning… then the veins start popping and it grows thicker right in front of me. It turns me on so much.

I remember I was sitting on him (my ex husband) wearing nothing but my soaked cotton panties, grinding on his cock while he got harder. Once he was rock hard and leaking, I took my panties off and used them to jerk him off. He was moaning, grabbing at my tits, humping the air like he couldn’t control himself..

I told him “I can make you cum without even fucking you.” He begged to be inside me but I pushed the condom away. Instead I shoved my wet panties into his mouth and used both hands on his throbbing cock, teasing his tip with my nails while he twitched.

It didn’t take long. His cock started pulsing hard and shot thick ropes of cum all over his stomach and the sofa. I kept stroking him gently through it, watching every spurt. Then I bent down, licked up every drop, and took his spent cock into my mouth while he was still sensitive. He was shaking and whimpering… it was so hot. My weaknessss!!!

We ended with a messy and swapping kiss… and I left wearing my soaked panties so I could feel his cum against me the rest of the night..

I’m 28, divorced, and I’ve been getting way more slutty lately. I love cock appreciation moments like that..

Who else loves watching a cock throb and explode?? Don’t be shy..

This is a direct continuation. Even if you’ve already read Part 1 and Part 2 before or not, I strongly encourage you to read it again right now, then come straight back here for Part 3.

The message came in early evening on the group chat.

“Movie night tonight? 😉”

I felt the old spark immediately. Without saying anything to either of them I grabbed my keys and went out for snacks, the same salty chips and cold drinks we used to keep on the table during those long winter nights. By the time I got back the house was quiet. SIL was already in the guest room. Around half past ten I opened the group chat again, ready to say we should start.

My wife answered first.

“No. We have to get up early.”

A few seconds later SIL reacted with a simple thumbs up. No argument. No second message. Just that.

I looked at my wife. “What’s going on?”

She didn’t answer in the hallway. She simply told me to come upstairs. Once we were inside our room she locked the door behind me and turned.

“No. We are not doing this again. Those were old days when we were stupid. It is not happening again. I am not sharing you for anything. Not for sex. Not for a movie. Nothing.”

I tried to look shocked, like the idea of anything sexual with her sister had never crossed my mind either. Like I only wanted a simple movie. The truth was the opposite. That was exactly what I needed. The dark room. The old risk. The memory of both of them under one blanket. I kept my face carefully blank while the want sat heavy in my chest.

She watched me for a moment longer, then stepped closer, pushed me down onto the bed, and took me into her mouth.

It was warm and wet and deliberate. She worked me slow at first, then deeper, using her tongue the way she knew I liked. My mind kept drifting down the hall anyway. To the guest room. To the old sofa. To the night I first slid inside her sister. I came faster than I wanted, a short sharp pulse that left me only half satisfied. She swallowed, wiped her lip with her thumb, and climbed back up beside me without a word.

We turned to opposite sides of the bed. The space between us felt wider than usual. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. It didn’t work. Every time I started to drift I saw her sister’s face over her shoulder that first night, the filthy little smile, the way she had pushed her pajamas down and given me the perfect view of her ass before climbing onto my lap. My cock stirred again against the sheets. I stayed still and pretended I was already out.

My wife wasn’t sleeping either. I could feel her breathing change, the small restless shifts of her body. After a long time she rolled toward me. Her hand found my chest and started moving in slow circles, warm palm over my skin.

“What’s going on?” she asked. Soft. Careful.

I kept my eyes closed. “Nothing.”

She kept rubbing. “You’re not sleeping. Talk to me.”

I didn’t want to tell her the truth. That I was hard again because I was thinking about her sister. That I wanted the three of us under one blanket one more time. So I gave her the safer version.

“You shut everything down. I just wanted to watch a movie.”

Her hand stilled for a second, then kept moving. “I meant what I said. I’m not sharing you. Not even for an hour. You’re mine. Only mine.”

I understood the words. I even respected them. But my body wasn’t listening. My cock was thick and heavy against my thigh, still half hard from the memory I refused to speak out loud. Her hand slid lower, across my stomach, and I felt her fingers brush the base of me. She paused.

She climbed over me in the dark, settled her weight on my thighs facing away, and leaned back until her mouth was close to my ear.

“I know what you want,” she whispered, and spoke her sister’s name. “Let me be her tonight.”

Something in my stomach dropped.

She reached up, gathered her long hair, and tied it high the exact way her sister always did, leaving her neck bare and open. When she looked back over her shoulder the smile she gave me was pure filth, the same little curve of lips I still remembered from that first night under the blanket. Her body was already so close to her sister’s it almost hurt to look at. Same thick round butt settling against me. Same heavy, powerful thighs. Same deep, chiseled line of her back tapering down to the soft flare of her hips.

She pulled her underwear aside, took my cock in her hand, and guided me in. The first slow sink of her heat around me made my breath catch. She started riding reverse cowgirl, rising and dropping with deliberate control. Her big round ass moved up and down in front of me, full and heavy, the cheeks spreading slightly each time she sank down. I couldn’t look away from the tight little hole between them. It opened and closed with every movement, pink and clenched, right there in front of my eyes.

I had always wanted to take that hole. She never let me. She wanted nothing to do with her backdoor. In our culture and our religion it was not permissible, and she held that line without exception. She knew exactly what I was staring at. She always knew when she rode me like this.

She looked back over her shoulder again, still using that soft teasing voice that belonged to her sister.

“Grab the baby oil,” she said. “The one on the side table.”

I reached for it. The same bottle we used for ordinary massages. She told me to pour it on her back and over her butt, let it run between the cheeks and down to her hole. I did. The oil glistened as it slid along the cleft and gathered at that tight ring. She told me to rub it. I wasn’t surprised. This was as far as she had ever allowed me to go.

I circled the slick rim with my fingertip, slow and careful. The muscle fluttered under the oil. Then her voice changed.

“Put your thumb in.”

I froze. “What?”

“Put your thumb in,” she repeated, still in that low ethnic tone. “Feel how tight and warm and soft it is.”

I pressed. The ring resisted for a second, then opened just enough to take the tip of my thumb. The heat inside was startling. Soft, gripping, impossibly tight. She pushed back against my hand, taking more of the thumb while her pussy kept sliding up and down my cock.

“Feel it,” she whispered. “Feel like that is your dick buried in my butt.”

All of it felt unreal. She kept talking exactly like her sister, low and dirty, asking how her ass felt on my dick, telling me to imagine I was inside it, making the fantasy so complete that for a few long seconds it genuinely felt like my cock was buried in her ass instead of her cunt. The oil, the stretch around my thumb, the wet grip of her pussy, the voice in my ears. I wanted it to keep going. I wanted to stay right there on the edge forever.

She had other plans. She reached down between my legs and started rubbing my balls with a firm, knowing pressure. The reverse card. She knew exactly what that did to me. The dual sensation of her tight hole around my thumb and her hand working my balls pushed me over so hard I couldn’t stay quiet. I screamed into the dark as I came, the orgasm ripping through me like something new, something different, pulse after pulse emptying deep inside her while the bed frame creaked and rocked under us. The whole house was silent except for the noise of our bed. We didn’t care.

When the last tremor left me she lifted off slowly, my thumb slipping free, and walked straight into the bathroom without looking back.

I lay there breathing hard, still half lost in the fantasy. After a minute I reached for my phone.

Messages from SIL.

“Hey you guys are not sleeping.”

“What is that noise?”

She knew exactly what it was. More messages followed.

“Are you awake?”

“I can’t sleep either. Can I come up and talk?”

I read every one of them. Part of me wanted to type yes. Part of me wanted the door to open and for her to walk in while I was still slick and spent. I stared at the screen for a long time.

I didn’t answer.

This is the final part of this series as it happened. I don't plan to write anymore on this topic.

I'm still not sure what I just did... or even what I saw. It's like that kind of dream where you're telling yourself it's a dream, but you don't really believe it. Or maybe worse, when you've sent "send" on an email or relly fucked up and you're like "Nah, this isn't real. It's gotta be a dream... right?"

I'm right there... and I'm not sure. Really not sure.

We'd been watching March Madness in the motel room, all the husbands. We're on mission trip from church and staying in a motor lodge outside Richmond. I've known these guys for years. We go to church, picnics, fellowship... all that. Our wives hang out, have a bible study, bake banana bread. The wives were all in the next room so we could watch the game and have a few beers. (Yeah, it's a pretty cool church.)

Anyway, I looked up to see our door closing. It looked maybe like Mark stepped out. No thing.

We're being kind of loud, but so are the wives next door with their laughing and all. And I notice that Mark hasn't come back. Bathroom? Again whatever.

After a minute, I'm starting to recognize another sound. It might be the shouting of "defense! defense!" on the TV, or just my tinitis, or the beer. But no... It sounds almost like... definitely. I've heard this before when I travel and stay in these cheap hotels.

But that's the room our wives are in...? What? None of the other guys are noticing it so I don't mention anything. But I get up and step outside.

Without the TV blaring, the sound is much clearer. And I feel my stomach drop at the same time something seems to grab at my balls. My chest hollows. And my tinitis definitely gets louder.

I take the 3 steps to the next window. Unmistakable. A sound I've not heard in... in a long time, the sharp high gasps of a woman getting fucked. And fucked hard.

My cheeks are burning and my hands are numb. I know that... that sounds like... Is it my wife, Lauren?

The thick curtains aren't fully shut, and I peek through. The lights are on. All the wives are supposed to be in there.

But they're not. And... yes.

On top of the crumpled bedspread, there are Lauren's legs wrapped around Mark's ass as he plunges into her.

My head is swimming. It feels like I'm falling off balance, and my hands don't feel a thing as I fall forward to open the door.

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And it's like the door opened into a different kind of time. Like I'm watching a show from the 70's on a color TV. Mark is above Lauren. Her legs wrapped behind the back of his.

He's rising and falling back in, the headboard shakes and Lauren is letting out one long moan.

I can see his cock and his balls swing with each thrust. Her cunt is so wet everything is shining. Every time he drives in she gasps. Every time he pulls back her lips grip at him. She turns her head towards the door, unsurprised, and sees me and nothing changes. Her eyes are on me and her mouth is open with a string of ehm ehn ehm ehn at each thrust. She looks me in the eyes then closes her, feeling his cock stretch her open as I watch.

My stomach rolls over on itself. There's no room for anger excpet at myself. It's all shame, the shame I've been carrying for years without saying it. I've never made her sound like that. I've never made her look like that.

My cock is fully hard now and I'm leaking through my khakis making a big dark spot like I've peed. But it's not pee. My hands are frozen.

"Yes, Greg." Her voice not unkind as it trembles. "Watch this Watch. Go ahead. Take it out. Stroke your cock. While I I Get FUCKED!" That last word is forced out of her as she clenches her eyes and wraps her arms tighter around Mark's shoulders.

Mark turns his head towards me. Also not unkindly. But there is no sign of apology, this is entirely between them. And he keeps fucking her, even harder now. I can see her lips gripping his hard cock each time he pulls back.

I feel myself unzip my pants and my cock practically jumps out. It's wet and slippery already.

I wrap my hand around it and stroke. I am harder than I have been in years. It's like iron and I feel every vein.

She's loud. Very loud, and I'm watching her tits roll back and forth as Mark is jamming into her. I've seen them a thousand times, but I've never seen them like this. Her moans are getting louder.

She's watching me now. Watching me stroke off while Mark fucks her. Her pussy is a dripping mess. I can smell it all. I can see her holding him. Taking him all over and over.

I can see Mark's scrotum tighten and his rhythm becomes more stacato. He's close. I feel me own head swell and I'm stroking faster. I could never stop now.

He pulls out. His cock is raging and purple and dripping. He starts to cum on my wife laying beneath him. Rope after rope over her stomach, her breasts. Her throat.

She's gasping and laughing. She reaches her hand up and finds my wrist. She pulls me towards them.

Her fingers wrap around my shaft awkwardly, but tight and she's stroking me onto her. My back breaks as I cum and my peripheral vision tunnels to only her, and my cum splashing on her, mixing with his. Hers now.

She's rubbing it in. Both of ours. She's smiling up at me like I haven't seen... ever.

She pulls me towards her and kisses the head of my softening penis with cum on her lips.

And I don't know whose.

I’m lying on my back on the filthy mattress in our garage. It’s worn and stained. Emily is above me, her body close enough that she fills my entire field of vision. Her thighs frame everything.

The view is something I never imagined that I'd see. My best friends cock in plunging into her pussy. We'd been a devoutly religious couple, until a few months ago, until I'd confessed my deepest desire, to watch my best friend fuck her, and she'd agreed.

I can see her light brown pubic hair, the soft pink of her lips, the hard nub of her clit.  I can see David's hard cock, glistening with her wetness.  I can see his sack, clenching and unclenching as he thrusts. It's all so close to my face, as they fuck above me, that it's almost blurry.  I can smell her, almost taste her, we are so close. The light is bright, almost too intense. We'd set up my worklamps so that I could see this exact view.

She was supposed to be sucking my cock. But she’s forgotten, not out of neglect, but because she been swept away. I can feel her shifting above me, her breath catching, her fingers digging into the mattress. She’s somewhere else entirely, somewhere she goes with David in a way she never goes with me.

I can hear him behind her and above me. I can hear the rhythm of his body, the confidence in every movement. I can see the way her body reacts to him. I can see the way she leans into him without thinking.

Emily’s voice fills the garage. loud, unrestrained, echoing off the concrete walls in a way that makes the whole space feel smaller, hotter, more charged. I’ve heard her lose control before, but never directly above me like this, never with her body shaking so hard that I can feel every tremor through my own skin. Her cry hits me like a physical thing, like a wave that rolls down her spine and into me. Her head drops suddenly, collapsing onto my thigh. I feel the weight of her cheek, the warmth of her breath, the way her hair brushes against me in messy strands. She’s gone somewhere deep, somewhere she can’t think or speak or remember anything except what she’s feeling.

David doesn’t stop. I can hear and feel him. The rhythm of his body, the breath he lets out through his teeth, the steady, confident pace he never loses. He keeps going like her loudness is fuel, like her collapse is encouragement, like he’s been waiting for her to fall apart like this.

The mattress shifts under all three of us, creaking, dipping, pressing into my back in uneven patches. It’s filthy, stained, uncomfortable, and somehow it feels sacred.

Emily’s breath is hot against my thigh. Her fingers dig into the mattress again. Her whole body moves with the force of what she’s feeling,

David’s breath changes. I hear it before I see anything, that sharp, low sound he makes when he’s close, the way his rhythm tightens, the way the air in the garage seems to pull inward around him. I’ve known him long enough to recognize that shift.

David’s whole body locks up behind her as the sudden intensity overtakes him.

His balls clench tightly, close against his body. It’s unmistakable. It’s intimate. It’s overwhelming. And I’m right here beneath them, close enough to see every detail of the moment he finishes with her. He thrusts deep and grunts, low and long. A deep beastial sound as he pumps his sperm into my wife's body.

When he finishes David pulls out. Emily's whole body shudders. A wet pearl of white, David's cum, wells out of her used pussy. It drips on to my chin and I flinch a little.

David's voice cuts through the haze of the garage, low, rough, still shaking from what just happened.

“Scott,” he says, breath still uneven, “you’d better take care of that. Unless you want her carrying my kid.”

My chest tightens.

My breath catches.

My mind races.

Reacting to his voice, Emily rocks back. Her pussy is dirty above me now. She is glistening with his cum.

I feel myself tipping. I shouldn’t want this.

I shouldn’t crave it. But I do.

I know I should be repulsed or ashamed.

I know I should feel something other than this overwhelming need to eat her used puasy.

I pull her close and lick her. Tentatively at first. Then with passionate intensity. She is soft and wet beyond imagining. The taste is an intense mix of masculine and feminine. She feels slick and hot.

Emily’s whole body tightens above me  sudden, sharp, unmistakable. It’s not the wild, loud climax she had earlier. This one is smaller, quicker, almost startled, like something inside her snaps and releases all at once. Her breath catches. Her thighs tremble around me. And I feel her react to me.

Her voice breaks into a soft cry. Not loud, or wild, but joyful and a bit suprised. Her whole body shudders with the force of it. And I’m happy. Not just happy, overwhelmed. Filled with a kind of joy that feels too big for my chest.

Emily stirs above me, slowly coming back from wherever her mind had drifted. Her breath is still uneven, her body still trembling in small aftershocks. She touches my aching cock. It’s barely anything, just her hand moving down, just her fingers brushing me with the gentlest, laziest stroke, like she’s not even thinking about it.

The contact is light, almost accidental, but it's enough. My whole body reacts instantly. It happens fast. Embarrassingly fast, beautifully fast, because I’m already overwhelmed, already full, already stretched thin by everything I’ve seen and felt tonight. Her touch is the last spark on a fuse that’s been burning since the moment she climbed above me. I cum hard. On her hand and on my thighs. Emily laughs a soft, gentle laugh and collapses against me again.

David steps back. I can hardly see him from this angle. He’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling, sweat shining on his skin. He looks at us, really looks. at the heap of bodies tangled together on the filthy mattress, at the way Emily is collapsed over me, at the way I’m holding her like she’s the center of my universe.

For a moment he’s silent.Then he laughs.

“Fuck,” he says, shaking his head. “I love you guys.”

There is some background here that you need and I'm going to keep it short, my best friend's boyfriend has been attractive to me for over a year and I have done absolutely nothing about it because she is my best friend and I am a good person, also she would 100% clock it if I tried anything, so it has just been living in the back of my head quietly for fourteen months. Until last weekend lol.

Late birthday celebration, fancy airbnb, jacuzzi, the three of us, and a level of alcohol that I would describe as more than sufficient.

We got in the jacuzzi after dinner and honestly it started the way these things always start when you put two girls who are comfortable with each other and one very attractive man into warm water with enough drinks in them, which is slowly and then all at once. She and I have always been touchy with each other in a way that's never needed a label and with the alcohol and the warm water and the low light she pulled me close at some point and kissed me and I kissed her back and it was soft and warm and her mouth tasted like whatever cocktail we'd been drinking and I had my hands in her wet hair and for a second I genuinely forgot there was a third person in the jacuzzi at all.

Then I remembered.

He was watching us with this expression that I felt in my chest and significantly lower than my chest and I could feel his eyes on us and I got wetter from that alone which is information I was not ready to process at that moment lol. She pulled back from me and looked at him and smiled and then she was kissing him and I was watching that happen from about two feet away in a jacuzzi feeling extremely things about it.

The three of us found a rhythm after that, hands moving under the water, mouths moving, her kissing me and then him and then sort of both of us at once, his hands finding their way between the two of us in the warm water and every time they got close to me I felt my pussy clench and had to actively remind myself to keep breathing like a normal person. I was SOAKING, embarrassingly soaking, and not from the jacuzzi, and the way his hands felt moving through the water toward me was making it significantly worse and I was having a very internal experience about all of this while trying to look like I was fine.

We got out eventually and she caught my eye and tilted her head toward the bedroom in a way that required no further explanation and I followed because there was no world in which I was not following.

And that is when I saw it properly for the first time.

I have slept with a reasonable number of people, I have seen some things, I thought I had a solid understanding of what was out there in the world and I was NOT prepared, like at ALL. He was huge, thick in a way that I looked at and felt my pussy go from already soaking to actively dripping, like my body made a decision completely independently of my brain and the decision was yes please immediately. I have always thought of myself as a size queen but I think that title requires some practical evidence and I may have been operating on theory this whole time lol.

She was touching him while I watched and I could see how wet she already was and I thought okay so she handles this regularly, she is genuinely built different, god bless her because I don't know how.

When he pressed his cock against me I was so wet I could feel my own wetness on him before he'd even done anything and I was dripping down my thighs and shaking a little already just from the anticipation of it and the weight of him pressing there. She got her fingers inside me first, working me open slowly while I lay there gripping the sheets and trying to breathe, and even after that when he tried to push inside me the stretch was something I was absolutely not ready for that evening. I could take the head, barely, and just THAT was enough to make my eyes roll back and my thighs clamp shut around him and I came embarrassingly fast just from the desperation and the fullness of that alone, my pussy clenching around just his tip while my whole body completely fell apart.

I felt bad about it after lol like apologetic

So while she was in the bathroom I pulled him aside and got on my knees and took his cock in my hands and just looked at it for a second because I needed a moment and I think I deserved one, and then I took as much of him in my mouth as I could manage and worked the rest with both hands and he came down my throat while I looked up at him and I swallowed all of it and felt very good about how the evening had ultimately concluded.

I don't know how she takes that regularly, I have my questions. I also have a standing request to find out in person again as soon as possible and I am not even a little bit ashamed of that.

So there we were…two friends, just lying there, his cock hard and my head on his stomach, pretending it wasn’t happening…

For the longest time, I didn’t move, and neither did he.

I must have taken all the willpower he possessed not to tense his cock at the sight before him; his best friend with her delicate fingers resting half on his balls and half at the base of his cock, her T-shirt almost thin enough to see through and her skirt now riding up so high he knew the exact shape and size of her underwear.

And, if I had been bold enough in that moment to open my legs, he would have seen how wet it was too.

Instead, I started to move my fingers. I told myself that I was just getting comfy, that I often put my hand in front of me like that when I go to sleep. After all, it was only his balls—he probably wouldn’t even notice, right? It was just my hand settling, finding a comfortable position.

Only, my body was telling a different story, my clit starting to throb and pussy starting to contract a little. His body, too, was responding; tiny, almost imperceptible tremors, his breathing getting deeper with each pass, sometimes stopping for a second before returning to its regular rhythm.

Fuck I was horny. This was getting too much.

I needed to suck it or ride it or choke on it or something otherwise I was going to explode.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, gyrating my hips slightly. “Are you comfortable enough?”

“Uhh…” His voice was strained. “Yeah. Uh. Yeah. This is nice.”

“Oh,” I said, making my voice as theatrically disappointed as I could manage in the small space. “I’m struggling to get comfy.”

“Oh,” he said, disappointment in his own voice. “Do you want me to go?”

“No,” I whispered. “Not at all. You’re my pillow now.” I giggled. “You have a very important job.”

“I see,” he said, matching my laughter. But I could tell he didn’t get it. Not really. But he was about to. “It’s this fabric,” I said. “On your shorts. It’s a bit scratchy…”

I heard him swallow from behind me. Like, I actually fucking heard him swallow. I thought that only happened in movies when the sound guy got a bit too excited. It also made me realise that this whole time, ever since I woke up with my head next to his throbbing cock, from almost wrapping my lips around it to basically giving his balls a massage, I hadn't looked at him once.

I turned my head.

His face—a face I had seen so many times before, from happy to sad, from angry to hurt, from confused to amusded—had taken on a quality I had never seen before. It was something like desire and lust and restraint and friendship and embarrassment all rolled into one and it was honestly one of the hottest things I had ever seen in my life. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were alternating between focused and unfocused as I continued to caress his balls as I spoke.

“Could you take them off for me?”

My angle, half way down his body, further reinforced the sexual nature of our positioning, and I had to look up at him through my long eyelashes, both of my breasts now resting on his tummy, dangerously close to smothering his cock.

“Please? Pretty please? For me? I won’t make it weird, I promise.”

He swallowed again, but this time it was accompanied by a very slight nod of his head.

“Yay,” I smiled. “Want me to help take them off for you?”

“No,” he said, his voice tight. “I…I got it.”

“Okay,” I said quietly, leaning back from him and watching as his hands went to his shorts in the dim light of the room. I watched him with one hand gently cupping one of my breasts, my thumb slowly caressing my erect nipple as I watched the confusion and hesitation play out on his face. Seeing him like that was so hot. I didn’t even realise I was touching myself. It wasn’t until I noticed that I was licking my lips that I came back to myself, realising what his hesitation was. “Boxer shorts too,” I clarified. “If that’s okay? I just want to be comfy.”

“Uh. If it’s…I mean…yeah.”

He took a deep breath and made the move I had been waiting for, finally revealing what I had been thinking about for the last fifteen minutes, the thing I had been fantasizing about kissing and licking and sucking and riding ever since I was confronted with the sudden awareness that he possessed it.

His cock.

Leo had been my friend for years, and suddenly, my mind was filled with snapshot memories of our time together. Thirty hours together building the Lego Death Star. Late nights on eBay hunting down the rare action figures he needed for his collection. Holding his hand when he cried telling me about how Sophie cheated on him with Mike.

And now, this. Naked from the waist down, his shorts and underwear now in a little pile on the floor somewhere, my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness of the room.

And oh my god, what a cock.

Maybe it was just because he was my friend, or maybe it was because I hadn’t seen one in a while, but my first thought was that Sophie was an idiot. If I had access to a cock like that I would play with it every day; tease it and cherish it and fuck it over and over and over again.

But as it was, we were just friends, so I made a point of not looking at it and instead smiled sweetly at him, placing my hand on his thigh.

“Oh my god thanks, that looks so much more comfy. Are you sure this is okay?”

His cock jumped a little. I pretended not to notice.

He nodded.

“Thanks,” I brought my head down to his tummy and licked my lips. “You’re such a good friend.”

I knew what I needed to do…

[More tomorrow if you want it!]

Cheerleaders came to me to figure out their sexuality: Part 3 [FFM]
I’m giving individual titles to the stories that can be read as standalones. Of course, they are still part of the series, if you wish to read them together.

Mentions of: [Lesbian] [Semi-public] [Cuckold] [FF_M]
Everyone in this story was at or over the age of 18 at the time of occurrence.
If you don’t care about the build-up, you can skip to the spice at ///. Part 3 of ?

Winnie was the first to approach me after the sleepover. She had invited me to her place to hang out with some friends. “Just some pizza and a movie, nothing crazy,” she assured me.  

There were only a handful of people. Some girls I recognized from the sleepover. Some guys too. One of them was Winnie’s boyfriend, Chris. He was actually super cool. We ended up talking a lot about classic rock. Tan, tall, lean, curly brown hair, freckles, a really warm presence. I could see why she liked him. They looked good together. She was a stunning red head with a really sweet smile. She was normally very polite, the prim and proper type. But she barely spoke to me despite having invited me. I caught her staring at me and Chris several times. They weren’t looks of jealousy though. It was more like she was observing.

When the movie started, I sat down first at one end of the couch. Winnie took the seat right next to me. Chris took the seat next to her. His hand rested on her thigh. As the movie went on, I felt the back of Winnie’s hand touch the back of mine. I immediately tried to move my hand but she quickly grabbed it. I sat very still. She eventually opted to hold my pinkie with hers. We didn’t have a blanket so anyone who cared to pay attention would have noticed. It seemed like everyone else was focused on the movie. Winnie pretended to do the same but I could see that she was nervous. Her chest rose and fell with deep, controlled breaths. Then, I caught a glimpse of Chris’ face. He was facing forward, but his eyes were definitely on our hands. 

Chris had such an interesting expression. It was so soft and still, like he didn’t want to interrupt or influence what was going on. Lips lightly parted, eyes fascinated but careful not to disturb. I looked down to his hand on Winnie’s thigh. His grip was soft but higher up than before. Completely still. I was suddenly aware of the sensitivity between my thighs.

The movie ended and people started to leave. I was about to do the same when Chris started to chat me up about the movie. I could tell he was trying to keep me there. Winnie was saying goodbye to the others. When the three of us were alone, Chris asked if I wanted to watch another. I agreed. I let them sit down first. They sat next to each other again so I took the same seat next to Winnie. She slowly made contact with my hand again. This time, she took it into hers and started playing with it, slowly tracing my fingers and the lines on my palm. I could feel myself getting hot. 

/// I couldn’t make the first move. I wouldn’t let myself. I didn’t know what was going on but she had a boyfriend. Despite the obvious tension, nothing had been explicitly done or said to confirm anything. So I kept my eyes forward. Until I felt her lift my hand and begin sucking on two of my fingers. A noise escaped me before I could stop myself. I looked over and Winnie’s eyes were closed as she took my fingers deeper in her mouth. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her tongue, the softness of the inside of her cheeks, the heat of her breath. She looked gorgeous as she held my wrist and slowly slid my fingers in and out of her mouth. Her lips were warm against my knuckles and her eyelashes fluttered each time my fingers reached the back of her throat. 

Chris and I were fully looking now, no longer pretending to watch the movie. I reached over with my other hand as she continued fucking her own mouth with my fingers. Chris didn’t move his hand from her thigh. I could feel her heat through the fabric. I put the slightest bit of pressure and rubbed her slowly over her shorts. She whimpered softly. After a couple minutes, I pressed a little harder and she moaned around my fingers. Chris involuntarily moaned in response. It was quiet, but we all heard it. Winnie stopped, took my fingers out of her mouth, and pointed to the floor in front of the couch. 

“Sit,” she said calmly. Chris stood up and sat in front of the couch with his hands on his knees and his back to us. Everything made sense now. 

Winnie finally turned to look at me and smiled. Her eyes were glossy and her lips looked wet and soft. I grabbed her face and kissed her. My hands moved to her hips and I found myself on top as things got heavier. She was an exceptional kisser. In no time at all, my head was swimming and I couldn’t think of anything but her mouth on mine. 

She took one of my hands and brought it back up to her mouth. I started to move my fingers in and out, slowly. Her tongue had my stomach in knots. She slipped one of her hands into her shorts and the other squeezed her tits. She moaned around my fingers as she played with herself. 

“I can hear how wet you are,” I thought out loud

“Yeah? Do you like it?”

“You’re making my mouth water.”

She groaned. I could hear her hand move faster. I really liked that she liked hearing me say that. I pulled her tank top up and played with her nipples. I started whispering in her ear about how I would eat her out. How I imagined what she tasted like. How I could smell how horny she was. 

“Your lips are so slick right now, aren’t they”

“Yeah, so fucking slippery.”

“Is your little clit hard?”

“And sensitive. It feels so good.”

“God, I wanna suck on it. Stroke it for me. Imagine I’m sucking your clit.”

This little call and response, the desperate whispers, the moans in between our words, was making us feral. I told her what I wanted to do to her, what to do to herself, how pretty she looked, how pretty she sounded. The fact that Chris was sitting right there, hearing all of it, made it feel crazy.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

I licked her neck and bit down slightly. She came immediately at the sensation. She kept rubbing herself through it. Her moans made my pussy ache even more. I watched her expression as she shuddered. She really was gorgeous. 

“That was so fucking hot.” I said, breaking the silence. We laughed and sat up. She was kind of in my lap, her arm around my shoulders. We kept flirting, almost forgetting that Chris was there, still facing the movie (the credits were rolling now lol). 

“Let’s do this again,” she said, “I want to try everything we were talking about. And I know Chris would like to hear all of it. Right?”

Chris took that as permission and finally turned around to face us. “Yeah,” he breathed out, “I’d like that.” He was flushed and his hands were in his lap now, trying to cover his obvious hard-on. 

Winnie chuckled sweetly. The look they shared was interesting. I was expecting a traditional humiliation sort of cuck dynamic. But it wasn’t that. If I had to describe it, I’d say it was a look of mutual gratitude. Like she was thanking him for letting her do this and he was thanking her for letting him do (or not do) the same. It was odd but really tender and sweet. I didn’t ask about it. 

Part 1
Part 2

So quick background before I get into it, my best friend and my boyfriend have history, the three of us had a threesome a while back that went extremely well, and ever since then the three of us have been in this ongoing flirty text situation where we're all very aware that we want to do it again except she lives in a completely different province and the distance keeps getting in the way.

It was her idea to FaceTime.

I felt weird about it at first, like logistically weird, I didn't know how that was supposed to work or where to look or what the etiquette even was for this specific situation because I don't think etiquette has caught up to it yet 😭 But me and my boyfriend started having sex first, he was already behind me and going and I was already pretty gone, and then my phone lit up with her name and I just. Answered it.

And immediately it felt insane in the best possible way.

Having her face on that screen while he was inside me, watching her take in what she was seeing, her expression doing something that made my stomach drop, it was a lot to process while also trying to remember how to breathe 😭 He could see her too and I felt him get harder behind me which okay that's information.

Then after a few minutes she pulled her shirt off.

I want to be clear that my best friend has INCREDIBLE boobs and I feel no shame about being very aware of this fact. She held the camera up and I actually whimpered a little which is embarrassing but she earned it. Then she turned the camera down and showed us her pussy and I am practically bi and my boyfriend definitely is not complaining about that and both of us just completely lost our minds.

She started touching herself and trying to match the energy of what we were doing, keeping pace with him pounding into me from behind, and the sounds she was making through the phone mixed with the wet sounds of him fucking me and I was genuinely overwhelmed in a way I can't fully describe. Like too much good information coming from too many directions at once 😭

He had both hands on my hips and was going harder than he had been before, definitely because of what was on the screen, and I could hear her getting louder through the phone and then trying to get quieter because she lives with her family and had her AirPods in and the last thing she needed was someone knocking on her door at that specific moment 💀

Watching her face when she came was genuinely one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my life. Watching someone come while they're watching you get fucked is a completely different experience than I was prepared for and I don't have better words for it than that. She came with her hand over her mouth trying to stay quiet and her back arching and her eyes not quite closing all the way and I came about thirty seconds later with my face in the mattress being absolutely feral about it while my boyfriend finished inside me shortly after.

The three of us just kind of stayed there for a minute. Her breathing through the phone. Us breathing into the room. Nobody said anything useful.

She's single right now and she lives far away and we are absolutely doing this again and I would also like to put in a formal request for her to not be far away anymore 😌

“Mmm…”

That was the noise I made when I first woke up, which, when I look back on it now, is super embarrassing haha.

At that point I didn’t know where I was tbh; my eyes were still closed and I had a little drool patch beneath my lips, which were pressed into the fabric beneath my head. My face was warm from whatever was beneath me, and I felt nice and comfortable and safe.

I curled my toes and stretched my ankles out and yawned, opening my eyes slowly.

The room was dark and my head was still heavy with sleep. Slowly, the shapes started to materialise in the darkness and I recognised where I was; Leo’s couch. Leo must have gone to bed and left me here after I fell asleep hanging out with him last night. That was sweet of him. Leo was always sweet, that’s why I liked hanging out and gaming and playing card games with him. He made me feel secure, and in all our years of friendship he had never hit on me, which I appreciated. I yawned again and brought my hand up to the pillow, pulling it away quickly when I felt something hard right beside my head.

Oh fuck.

Leo hadn’t gone to bed at all.

I went rigid, listening to the sounds, wondering if I really was where I thought I was. I wasn’t scared, just confused at what I thought I had just touched, and so I listened. Outside, a motorbike sped by in the distance. In the kitchen, his fridge buzzed gently and continuously. And yes, beneath both sounds I could hear it; Leo’s gentle breath as his best friend’s mouth was inches from his hard cock.

I didn’t want to jump up and make a big deal about it, and so I stayed where I was, breathing softly, feigning sleep. I was suddenly aware that in my slumber I had positioned myself so my boobs were pressed right up against him, squished against his thigh, one of them bulging over and sort of resting on him. Worse still, my nipple was erect and visible through my T-shirt.

Was that what had made him so hard?

No, that was silly. He was asleep, and that’s just what happened to guys when they slept, right? I’d read about it online. Anyway, why else would the lights be off unless he was dosing too? Or maybe he had fallen asleep and then woken up and seen me and…? What? Got hard? No. Not Leo. Surely?

Yet there it was. Right there; a hard shape almost touching my cheek through his shorts. A big, thick, throbbing cock. Leo’s cock. I couldn’t believe it. I had no idea that he was that…ahem…big. Or really even that he had a cock at all, to be honest. After all, we were just friends, and I’d never really thought about him like that…

But now I was.

I couldn’t help it. With the tip of it literally only a few centimeters from my mouth—I suddenly realised how long it had been since I had been confronted with a hard cock. Something full and throbbing and needy. I became aware I was holding my breath and let it out slowly, wondering if he could feel it.

I felt suddenly ashamed to be having such dirty thoughts about my friend, and lifted my head just a few millimeters as if to get up. But as I moved, Leo made a micro-adjustment of his own, his hips rising slightly and his cock thrusting forward toward my face, his hips settling back down into the couch cushions quickly.

It wasn’t much of an adjustment, but it was enough that his cock was now in licking distance.

Not that I was thinking about licking it.

Not even a little bit.

And I definitely wasn’t thinking about turning my mouth into a little warm wet hole for him, wrapping my lips around him and slooooooowly pushing my head down all the way to the base of it, holding myself there for as long as I could, reaching down and pulling gently on my nipples, holding my big boobs up for him, giving him something to look at while his best friend moved her tongue around his cock over, and over, and over…

But if I wasn’t thinking about any of that, why was I getting so wet?

I needed to get myself under control. I stayed still, looking into the darkness, and as my eyes continued to adjust to the low light in the room, I realised that my top had pulled up from my fidgeting, showing the skin of my stomach. My skirt was bunched around my hips, too, and my panties were showing, which meant he could probably see the round part of my ass. And I’ve been working out a lot, so it is very round right now.

Damn. He had a pretty good view of my body.

Worse, the feeling of accidentally showing it off was doing things inside me.

My heart was beating fast, and I wondered if he could feel it pounding through my boobs, which were still pressed up against him. I still had no idea if the throbbing cock before me was some sort of indication of lust or if it was simply a biological function of the guy I’d been hanging out with platonically for years.

But I needed to find out.

“Leo,” I whispered, my voice quiet. So quiet, in fact, I wondered if I wanted to be heard at all. “Are you awake?”

Nothing.

I waited for a long time.

Just when I was about to give up, he answered. “Yeah…”

“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice friendly and free from lust, a ridiculous idea considering I had still not lifted my head from his lap, not wanting to ruin the intimacy of being so close to his cock. “I’m sorry I fell asleep on you,” I whispered.

“It’s okay…”

I nodded gently, the simple act of inclining my head slightly bringing my bottom lip so close to the tip of his cock that he must have been able to feel the warmth of it.

“Should I…move?” I whispered.

“It’s up to you,” he said, but I could hear the disappointment in his voice. “Not if you don’t want to. It feels kind of nice…”

“Okay,” I said, replaying the word over and over again in my mind. Nice. Me, asleep on him, my skirt up, my ass out. Nice. My big breasts pressed against his legs. Nice. His cock, hard and throbbing and inches from my mouth.

With my heart now hammering against my ribcage, I decided to push it even further. I slowly stuck out my arms in a pretend stretch that turned into a real stretch (I had been asleep, after all), my mouth opening wide in a yawn. As I made the yawning noise, I brought my head forward slightly so that the tip of his cock was within the cavity of my mouth, my lips pressed against the fabric that tented the surrounding area. It lasted only a second or two, but he must have been able to feel it, or at least the implication of it, and as I pulled my head back to rest it back on his tummy, I also draped my arm across him, leaving my forearm resting approximately where I thought his balls would be.

Leo didn’t say anything, but I thought I heard him breath a little heavier, and he moved his hips upward again. Just a little. Offering his cock to me.

At least, that’s what it felt like. Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe he was just being a good friend and I was being a total slut. It was so hard to know. All that I really knew for sure was that the feeling of having my best friend inside my mouth, even through his shorts, even just for the short second it lasted, had felt exhilarating and wrong and exciting and fucking hot.

I needed to find out for sure.

“Leo?” I said. My voice was a whisper. “Is it okay?”

“Is what okay?” he said. The room was still dark, our breathing was still quiet, and my best friend's cock was still only a few centimeters from my mouth, covered by his shorts. I hadn’t bothered to pull my skirt back down, and I knew he could see at least some of my ass.

“Is it okay if I go back to sleep here?” I said, yawning again. “It’s really comfortable.”

I pushed my arm down slightly as I said it, and the effect was instant and unbelievably fucking hot, his cock jumping up in his shorts, the size and weight of it causing a little slap sound against his skin when it came back down against his tummy.

“Yeah…” he said, grunting slightly as he spoke. “You can just…relax…”

I smiled then. He didn’t see it—my head was still angled downward, very much aimed directly at his cock—but I wondered if he could feel it against his skin; his best friend grinning at the thought of ‘relaxing’ on his throbbing cock.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “You’re such a sweet guy. You’re always looking out for me.”

That's when I did it.

I delivered the friendliest, sweetest, lingering kiss to him, the one that a million women have used to thank a million sweet guys—lips pursed, cheeks sucked in, eyes closed.

Only I delivered this one to the head of his cock.

“Ah,” I sighed, snuggling up to him. “Goodnight, Leo.”

He must have been too stunned to speak, because he didn’t answer me. I resisted a second smile, instead rolling my head slightly and flicking my hair back onto his chest, placing my hand back across him.

Only this time, when I came to rest my hand, I placed it directly on his balls….

[As always, please let me know if you’d like to hear the rest because as much as writing it all out and reliving it turns me on, typing this stuff up is very time consuming, so it’s nice to know people wanna hear more!]