Sam

The next morning, I woke to noisy construction sounds flowing into my open window from across the street, where a new condo building was going up. I groaned and rolled over, pulling a pillow over my head to block the sound. But then my brain put together that construction sounds meant it must be after 7:00 already, and my first class started at 7:30. I pulled the pillow back away and checked the time on my phone. 7:38. Fuck, I must’ve slept through my alarm. 

I got up and started rushing to get ready, hoping I’d be able to make it in time for the last half of class. I quickly brushed my teeth and hair, got dressed, and shoved the books I needed into my backpack, then ran out the door and downstairs. Somehow, I got lucky and there was a #11 bus approaching our stop just as I got down to the corner, so at least I wouldn’t have to arrive late to class, out of breath and sweaty from running all the way to campus. 

When I got on the bus, I slid into the first open seat with a sigh, then took a deep breath. I checked my phone again for the time. 7:45, not bad. 

I also saw that I had a few texts from Mark. 

Mark: Good Morning :) 

Mark: Looks like you were up late 

Mark: ;)

Mark: I’m about to take a shower before work

Mark: I’m going to make myself cum fast, thinking about you touching yourself last night as you imagined your neighbor fucking you

Mark: Hope you’re having a good morning :-*

The timestamps on the texts showed that he’d sent them at different times throughout the morning. I knew he’d probably been expecting me to respond at some point. We’d gotten to know each other’s schedules pretty well, and I was usually up and texting him back earlier than this. I hoped he wouldn’t think I was upset or avoiding him or anything after his interruption last night. Then again, I doubted he’d react any better to hearing I overslept because I was up so late cumming with my neighbor. 

I was too tired to overthink it, though. 

Sam: Good morning :) 

Sam: I overslept

Sam: Running late for class lol

Less than a minute later, my phone dinged with his response.

Mark: Did you stay up and continue after I got interrupted? ;) 

I was determined not to lie to him, but I also refrained from being completely forthcoming for the time being, still feeling nervous about how he’d respond. 

Sam: I did ;) 

Mark: Were you still imagining Chris?

Sam: Yes 

Technically, that was the truth. I prepared myself to tell him more, if he followed up by asking whether I opened my curtains, or looked to see if Chris was in his window, or anything along those lines. But he didn’t ask for any more details. 

Mark: I know you want to fuck him again

Mark: And I want you to

Mark: You’ll be allowed to soon

Okay, that was a promising response. Maybe he wouldn’t be too upset to hear the truth, after all. 

Sam: :) 

Mark: I have a pretty busy day today

Mark: I wish I could stop by after work to see you, but I have a late meeting

Sam: That’s okay 

Sam: Maybe another day this week? 

Mark: Yeah, I’ll make it work ;) 

Sam: Sounds good :) 

Then, the bus was approaching my stop on campus. I told Mark I had to go hurry and sneak into class, and we wished each other a good day.  

*** 

I stopped for coffee during the quick break between classes and saw that I had a text from Chris. 

Chris: Last night was really hot :) 

I smiled, remembering everything we’d chatted about and how he’d looked, stroking his cock and cumming repeatedly all over his window. The thoughts made me tingly again as I responded. 

Sam: Yes it was :) 

Sam: And you might have worn me out pretty well after all - I overslept and was late for my first class this morning lol

I got my coffee and took a sip, heading to my next class. I heard the ding from Chris’ response just as I was taking my seat in the middle of the auditorium. 

Chris: Oops, sorry about that ;) 

Chris: Hope it was worth it

Grinning, I texted back before silencing my phone again and putting it away in my bag. 

Sam: I suppose it was :P 

***

Later that afternoon, I walked home from campus at a more leisurely pace, finally allowing myself to relax after a busy day of classes and lifeguarding. 

I’d only heard from Mark a couple other times throughout the day, so I knew his day must’ve been pretty hectic, too. I hoped he’d have some privacy to talk more later that night, so I could tell him more about what happened with Chris. 

The more I thought about it, the more I wondered whether he might actually be excited to hear it. Maybe he’d get turned on hearing about how Chris had watched me cumming again last night, and how we’d made each other cum so many times. He didn’t get mad when he found out about it the first time, when I’d put on a show touching myself in the window for Chris. Maybe this wouldn’t be any different. 

So, I texted him again and planted the first seed of truth. 

Sam: I can’t wait to talk later

Sam: I have a fun story to tell you

Sam: At least I hope you’ll think it’s a fun story :P 

Then, my thoughts were interrupted as I heard someone calling my name and approaching from behind me. 

“Sam! Wait up!” 

I turned around to see Chris jogging towards me and smiling. Fuck. 

“Hey,” I greeted, as casually as I could. Though I already felt myself blushing, and my clit tingling, so it was not a very successful attempt. 

“I was hoping I’d catch you. My last class got out a little early, and I remembered you said you’d be done with work around this time.” 

Oh boy. Something told me I was in trouble. “Good memory.”

“Heading home for that nap?” 

I laughed. “I think the two coffees I had earlier did the trick.” 

“Not too tired, then?” he asked, looking at me intently. 

I felt myself flushing and smiling, but resolved to brush off his flirting as long as I could. “How were your classes today?” 

Chris laughed at my deflection. “They were fine. Interesting enough to keep me awake too, thankfully.” 

Before I could respond or keep guiding the conversation to casual topics, he spoke up again.

“So, what are your plans for the rest of the night, then? You must have some free time now that napping is off of the agenda.” 

I smirked in spite of myself. “Probably just doing homework. And I might go keep Molly company at the bar. She’s working tonight.”

“Ah. Well, you’ll probably run into Josh there. He’s been going to hang out with her quite a bit lately.” 

I was surprised to hear that revelation. Molly hadn’t mentioned that Chris’ roommate had been visiting her during her shifts. “That must be why she hasn’t been bugging me as much about coming down there the past couple of weeks. That slut!” I joked. “I’ll have to give her a hard time for that later.”

Chris laughed. 

We kept talking and laughing together the rest of the way home. 

When we got to our street, Chris walked me to the front door of my building. 

“So it looks like both of our roommates are probably going to be busy tonight,” he said. “I think we should probably get busy, too.” 

I couldn’t help laughing at his typical forwardness, but I was intent on saying goodbye, having already prepared my excuse. “I have some homework I really need to get caught up on. Maybe I’ll text you later if it doesn’t end up taking me all night,” I said noncommittally as I let myself in the front door.

“You know that’s not what you really want to do,” Chris challenged with a cocky smirk, stepping closer and holding the door open as I stepped inside. 

I rolled my eyes, but felt the heat rising in my cheeks, giving me away. 

Before I could come up with a response, Chris took another step closer so that our faces were just inches apart and he had one foot inside the door, preventing me from shutting it on him. “I know you want everything we talked about last night, too, Sam. You want to feel me inside you again, fucking you, making you cum again and again. Don’t you remember how good it felt? I still remember hearing you moaning and yelling so loud as you were cumming on my cock.”

Chris’ dirty talk was having a much stronger effect on me now that we were face to face. I felt my pussy tingling and getting wetter, aching to be touched. 

He leaned in even closer until our lips were just about touching, but stopped just short of a kiss, his lips moving towards my ear. “You smell so good,” he said softly, his warm breath on my neck. “I remember that from last time, too: how good you smelled. And tasted.” 

I knew I was losing it, squirming and struggling between pulling back or leaning in. I glanced down and saw the massive bulge in the front of his shorts. My hand twitched, wanting to reach out and wrap around it. 

Chris apparently had no plans to make the final move, leaving it to me. Tempting me. He could clearly tell how much I wanted it, too. 

Finally, his gamble paid off. I gave in and leaned towards him until our lips met, one hand cupping the back of his head while the other gripped a fistful of his shirt and tugged him closer until our bodies were pressed together. 

He groaned into my mouth and pushed me back as he stepped into the building with me, then held me against himself, grinding his giant bulge into me. My hand slid down to rub him through his shorts, cupping and squeezing his covered cock in my hand and earning another groan. 

We made our way upstairs and into my apartment, taking our clothes off, kissing, and touching all over. 

Once in my room, Chris laid me down on the bed and pushed my legs open as he knelt down between them. I was already moaning and cursing as I leaned up to watch his lips and tongue exploring my pussy. He was licking, sucking, and probing; flicking up and down my lips, teasing my clit, darting all around and into my opening. 

Then I watched his hand slide down to his hard cock. 

“Fuck!” I cursed, watching as Chris stroked his big cock while he went down on me. It was so hot to watch that, knowing that it was turning him on to taste me. My hands held his head in place on my clit as my hips started grinding. 

I felt more than heard Chris moaning into my pussy, the distant traffic, car horns, people yelling to each other and laughing on the sidewalk below, and other city sounds flowing in through the open window and distracting me momentarily as I realized I must have left the window open in my rush this morning. 

Then the vibrations passing into me through his lips brought me right back to the moment. As I got close, my fingers tightened their grip on his hair. I heard the moans and curses flowing almost unconsciously from my lips, my chest heaving as I was practically panting with need. 

But then Chris pulled back, wiping his face with the back of his left hand and stroking his hard cock with his right. “Turn so your head is hanging off the bed like you did last night,” he directed, getting up and moving to stand beside the bed. 

I nearly groaned with disappointment, having been so close to cumming. But I followed Chris’ directions eagerly, still breathing hard as I slid sideways, letting my head drop back over the side of the bed in front of him. I took some deep breaths and tried to brace myself for what I knew he was going to do, preparing to breathe through my nose. 

He stepped up to me, stroking his cock in my face, rubbing his tip on my lips and coating them with his pre-cum as his free hand massaged my breasts. Then he cupped my head as he pressed himself between my lips, groaning as the wet heat of my mouth enveloped him. He moved slowly at first with shallow thrusts. Then his hands came to my throat as he suddenly pushed deeper, forcing his cock down until his head bumped the back of my throat. 

I gagged and coughed as his cock filled my mouth, pressing back on his thighs instinctively. But Chris’ grip on my neck held me in place. 

“That’s it, Sam. Take it. Take my whole cock down your throat. I’ve cum so many times thinking about fucking your face like this. It was so hot to see you lying on your back sucking on your dildo last night. I knew I was going to have to feel you like this.”

I struggled to keep breathing as Chris kept fucking my throat, his balls slapping me between my eyes with each thrust, sometimes covering my nose and obstructing my airway. He alternated faster, shallow thrusts with slow, deep, hard ones, which caused me to gag every time. I rubbed circles over my clit as he built up a rhythm, fucking my mouth, his thumbs rubbing up and down my throat as his thick cock made it bulge. 

After a few more minutes of thrusting, I could tell Chris was getting close. I was expecting him to cum down my throat like that, or maybe on my face. But instead, he pulled back. 

“You want this big dick inside you now?” he asked, standing back and stroking. 

I struggled to catch my breath as I sat up and turned around.

Chris got on his back beside me on the bed, his giant cock standing straight up in the air as he gripped it around the base. 

I grabbed my t-shirt and used it to wipe up the saliva and pre-cum that had gotten all over my face. 

“A little messier than with the dildo,” I joked, getting to my knees and climbing on top of him. 

He laughed along, helping to guide my hips until I was sitting and grinding on him. I moaned as his big cock slid between my lips, the swollen head rubbing my clit. 

“That’s it. Grind on my cock, Sam. I want you to ride me until I cum. This time, I only want to fill your pussy. I want all of my cum inside you to see how full your pussy gets, like we talked about last night.” 

I sighed and moaned, my head rolling back as I sat up on top of him. Reaching down, I rubbed my hand over the head of his cock and held it against me as I kept grinding my clit on him, feeling myself building up again. 

Then Chris pushed up on my hips, sliding towards my opening. I felt him slip into me and leaned back slowly, feeling his thick cock stretching me open. I kept going until I was sitting all the way down on his cock, moaning and grinding as he filled me deeply. 

“Fuck, that feels so good!” he said, his hands on my ass, guiding me to slide up and down on his cock. 

“Oh my god!” I yelled out suddenly, feeling the ridges of his cock rubbing inside me. My nails dug into his chest as my back arched, and I felt myself squeezing around his cock already. 

“Fuck Sam, I’m so close,” he groaned, reaching up and groping my breasts as I bounced up and down on him, his hips thrusting up to meet mine. 

“Me too!” I moaned and reached down to rub my clit as I clenched around him, riding faster and harder, squeezing tighter. 

“That’s it, rub that clit. Cum on my cock,” Chris breathed, hands sliding back down to my hips. 

His eyes pored over me as I touched myself, about to make myself cum on his giant cock. 

And then I was. My soft panting erupted into much louder, moaning and yelling as I writhed on top of him, my fingers moving fast on my clit, thighs squeezing around his waist. 

“Ohhhh fuck, I’m cumming!” Chris yelled before I’d finished, holding my hips and thrusting up hard, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside me as I felt burst after burst of his hot, thick cum shooting into me. 

I felt an involuntary smile forming on my flushed face as tingles continued to course through me, causing my toes to curl, a ringing sound in my ears and plenty of shivers in between. 

Chris pulled me down to him, kissing me deeply as I felt his cum seeping out, our combined juices leaving a sticky mess around the base of his cock. 

Before I had a chance to pull back or try to move off of him, Chris flipped me over onto my back, moving on top of me and leaning down for another deep kiss as he held behind my neck, holding me to him. He was still inside me, and then suddenly pushing deeper, sinking himself into me and pinning me down with his hips, grinding himself against my cervix. I’d never felt anyone so deep inside me before. 

“Oh, fuck!” I groaned into him, breaking the kiss. 

“God, you feel so good,” Chris breathed, his face hovering above mine. “I’ve been dying to feel how deep I could get inside you.” 

It felt so intense having his big, thick cock stretching me in all directions. I couldn’t help noticing the contrast to how it felt when Mark pushed into me like this. That thought brought up some guilt, but I also remembered Mark getting turned on to hear how much bigger Chris was. I suspected he might enjoy watching my reactions as Chris filled me, or hearing me describe how it felt. 

So, I started imagining Mark there in the room with us, stroking his cock and watching as Chris fucked me so deeply. That thought caused my pussy to clench again. I moaned, squeezing around Chris’ cock as my back arched and I reached up to hold on around his waist, my nails scraping over his smooth skin. 

Chris groaned and picked up his pace as my pussy squeezed his cock, his first load of cum serving as lubricant and allowing his cock to slide faster and deeper into me. “Fuck, I’m going to cum again! Your pussy feels so good gripping my cock like that.” 

“Yes!” I moaned. “Do it. Fuck me and fill my pussy with more of your cum! I’m going to cum again on your giant cock! You feel so good filling me so deep like that!” I thought about Mark sitting in my desk chair, watching, hearing me demanding Chris’ cum. 

With an animalistic growl, Chris leaned up and pushed down on the backs of my thighs, holding himself up and thrusting faster into me. True to his word, he only made it through a few thrusts before he was grunting and slamming in deeper, and I felt fresh pulses of cum filling me. 

The intensity of Chris’ hard thrusts and the feeling of his hot cum flooding my pussy got me closer. I felt myself clenching around him again and reached down to rub circles over my clit as he kept pumping into me, not slowing his thrusts. 

“I’m cumming, too!” I panted, my head rolling back. 

“Yeah, cum on my cock, Sam! Make me feel it.” 

I rubbed my clit fast, my eyes roaming over his body as he hovered over me, then meeting his gaze, my eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. I glanced over to my desk chair, still imagining Mark there watching, stroking. And then I was cumming. My head rolled back again and my whole body arched and writhed beneath him as my pussy contracted around his still hard cock. 

Chris groaned and kept thrusting through my orgasm. “Fuck, that feels so good.” He let go of my thighs and leaned forward over me, holding behind my head and gripping a fistful of my hair as he kissed me deeply. 

I moaned into his mouth and ran my hands up his chest to the back of his head. I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed, still coming down from my pleasure high.  

“Mmm,” Chris moaned, pulling back to keep thrusting. “I’m still so hard. Your pussy feels so wet and sloppy, filled with my cum,” Chris said, just as I felt more of it seeping out of me, pooling on my bed, under my ass. 

“I want more,” I breathed, fully aware of how slutty and desperate it sounded, imagining Mark hearing me. 

“Yeah?” he groaned. “You want more of my cum?” 

“Yes!” I moaned, loudly. My breasts bounced with each hard thrust, and I cupped them in my hands, squeezing and playing with my nipples. 

Chris leaned down to flick his tongue around my left nipple before sucking it roughly into his mouth, causing me to yelp. Then he switched over to give the other a turn, and I felt a tingle all the way down on my clit as his lips clasped around me. My hands slid down his back to his ass, and I squeezed him there, pulling him into me and encouraging deeper, harder thrusts. 

Another growl and he leaned up to kneel, holding under my ass and filling me deeply, thrusting faster. 

“Touch yourself. Cum on my cock again,” he directed, simply, his face furrowed with pleasure and exertion as he knelt over me and continued railing me with deep, hard thrusts. 

I slid my right hand down and felt sticky wetness coating my fingers. I rubbed it onto myself, making fast circles over my clit. There was an audible wet sound from my fingers and his cock sliding inside me. Once again, I turned to look over at my desk chair as I thought about how much it might turn Mark on to be there, hearing it. And how much I’d get turned on by seeing and hearing his reactions. 

I heard myself breathing harder, moaning louder as I got close once again. I was already losing track… Was this my third orgasm? My fourth? I knew Mark would want to know. I imagined telling him later, and how my mind would drift back to this moment, the feeling of Chris’ cock filling me so deeply. His weight on top of me, pinning me to the bed. 

“Fuck, that’s it. Squeeze my cock, Sam!” Chris said, bringing me back to the moment. 

Then he was moving back, stepping off of the bed and standing at the edge, dragging me with him by my hips and then ramming himself back into me. 

“Oh, fuck!” I yelled, the sound carrying.

“Cum on my cock again!” he yelled back, dragging my hips closer until my ankles were up over his shoulders and my ass was practically hanging off of the bed as he railed my pussy with fast, hard thrusts.  

I lost control of the volume of my moans then, a long, unconscious string of yells and curses flowing out of me. I gripped a fistful of my comforter in my left hand while fingers from my right hand flew back and forth over my clit until I was cumming hard and bucking against Chris, who didn’t let up with his thrusts, pounding me through my orgasm and grunting over me. 

Then I felt myself being repositioned again as Chris made me into his own personal fuckdoll. He practically threw me back on the bed before flipping me over onto my stomach and dragging my hips up until I was kneeling with my ass in the air. 

“Ready for some more cum in that wet fucking pussy?” he asked, not waiting for an answer before kneeling behind me and pushing back into me from behind. 

This time my moan came out sounding more like a whimper as I felt Chris’ cock pounding against my cervix with each thrust. He leaned over me to get even deeper, one hand on the back of my neck, holding me facedown on the mattress. 

My moans were muffled in the sheets until I turned my head to the side to breathe, struggling to look back over my shoulder and watch him fuck me, my right hand reaching back to rub my throbbing clit. I felt his balls slapping against my pussy and reached back further to caress them with my fingers as much as I could while he kept thrusting. 

Apparently, it was enough to trigger Chris’ third orgasm. 

“Oh, fuck, cumming!” he yelled, grunting and practically pounding me into the mattress with his thrusts as he came hard and deep inside me again. 

Chris was a little slower to recover that time. I felt small spasms and aftershocks as he held himself over me for several moments after releasing a third load of sperm inside my pussy. I thought for a moment that he might be done, as I felt him kneeling up and pulling almost all the way out. But then he pulled my hips back up with him, slowly sliding his still-hard cock in and out of me. I heard the wet sound of his cock thrusting through the flood of cum, and I felt it dripping and streaming down my inner thighs. 

“What a hot fucking mess,” Chris groaned, his hands squeezing my hips firmly as he eased me on and off of his cock. 

We were both breathing hard, the sounds of our panting also audible above the faint city noises flowing in through the open window. I tried again to look over my shoulder, wanting to see what Chris must be seeing. 

He smirked down at me. “I could record it for you,” he offered, as if reading my mind. 

I felt my face flush an even deeper shade of pink as I smiled back at him, if that was even possible. 

Not waiting for any more of an answer, Chris pulled back and quickly found his phone in his shorts pocket, being careful not to drip any cum onto his clothes. He swiped the camera app open and aimed it at my ass from a few feet away. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t get your face,” he said as I heard the chime indicating he’d started recording a video. “Unless you want me to,” he added with a wink.

“I hope you don’t have any big plans to post this anywhere,” I said, giving him a warning look. But I didn’t stop him.

“You might change your mind after seeing it. Or if not, I guess it’ll just have to be another item for my personal collection.” 

I just shook my head, smiling and biting my lip, watching as he filmed, moving in closer to my pussy. Then he panned down to capture his cock, which was coated in cum as well. 

“This is the result of three creampies. So far,” Chris narrated. 

Then he continued filming as he knelt back onto the bed and repositioned the head of his cock at my entrance. I felt and heard him rubbing along my wet slit, and groaning as he eased himself back into me, through my puffy, swollen lips. He made a show out of capturing his long, thick shaft, sliding all the way into me and then back out. Each time his cock bumped my cervix, he added an unexpected quick, hard thrust, causing me to gasp and moan for effect. 

“Spread your ass open,” Chris directed, pulling back out of me and panning down again. 

I did as I was told, feeling more of his cum seeping out of me, dripping down my thighs. 

Chris groaned in response, and I felt his hand on my ass, squeezing and slapping. His thumb slid down along my slit, pressing between my lips and rubbing the wetness around. Then he moved to my opening, thrusting just his thumb inside while the rest of his hand caressed my ass. 

“Such a messy cunt. All that cum just flooding out of you, down your thighs…”

I moaned, resisting the urge to look back again, not wanting my face to be recorded. 

Once his thumb was well-coated, Chris slid it up higher until he was rubbing circles over my asshole and pressing in. 

I gasped and moaned again, feeling more wetness seeping from my pussy. “That feels so good.” 

Chris groaned, pressing his thumb through the tight ring, into my ass. Then he knelt behind me again, maneuvering his cock back to my opening. “Put my cock back in your pussy.”

I released my grip on my ass cheeks to guide Chris’ cock into me, while both of his hands were otherwise engaged. As soon as I had his head lined up with my opening, I felt him pushing in deep, his thick, swollen head gliding through my lips with little resistance. Then he started thrusting into me with both his cock and his thumb in alternating strokes. 

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned, quickly reaching back to rub my clit again. 

After a few more tandem thrusts, I heard another chime as Chris stopped recording, tossing his phone aside on the bed with a groan. I guessed that the video had become too much for him to manage, and couldn’t complain as he gripped my hip with his now free hand, shifting his focus to fucking me harder, faster, and deeper. 

“God, that’s so hot. Cum again, Sam. I want to feel you cumming with my thumb in your ass. Both of your holes filled.”  

I buried my face in the comforter, moaning louder and rubbing my clit faster, the harder he fucked me. With just a few more thrusts, I was cumming on Chris’ cock again, yelling out and squeezing around him. I felt that familiar feeling, like I was getting drunk with pleasure: more heat rising in my cheeks, and my whole body was writhing, my thighs shaking. 

“Fuck!” Chris yelled as he felt it, slapping my ass hard as he continued fucking me. “That’s it, keep touching yourself, keep cumming.” 

Then he pressed his thumb deeper into my ass and slid his other hand up my back until he could grip a handful of my hair, tugging back suddenly as his cock kept up a steady pace of fast, hard thrusts. 

“Ohhh my god!” I screamed, moaning and spasming as my pussy clenched again, and a spurt of wetness gushed onto Chris’ cock.

“Oh fuck, Sam!” Chris yelled. It sounded like he was close to filling my pussy for the fourth time. 

“Don’t stop! Please!” I begged, unable to think about anything other than wanting more. More of his cock, more of his finger in my ass, his fist wrapped around my hair. Just more. More of everything that was bringing me so much pleasure. 

“Yeah? Is that pussy gonna gush all over my cock again?” 

“Yeeeessss!” I yelled, reaching back for his hip with my free hand, pulling him into me. 

“Fuck,” Chris muttered, somehow mustering more stamina to fuck me harder, faster, deeper still. “Do it! Cum hard, cum all over this big dick. Show me how much you’ve been wanting it.” 

Those words caused my thoughts to flicker back to Mark again. But I was beyond the point of monitoring what I said. Pushing back onto Chris’ cock, I started thrusting with him, riding his cock, my ass pounding against his thighs as I took everything I needed. “I need it! I need all of your cock! I need all of your cum inside me! Don’t fucking stop!” 

“God, that’s so hot. Take it, Sam! You’re one of the few sluts that can take it all and still ask for more.”

I felt another wave of pleasure, hearing Chris call me a slut like that, and let out another string of moans and curses as I came closer. 

“You asked for all of my cum and you’re gonna get it!” 

Then I felt it. My fingers were flying back and forth over my clit and suddenly an uncontrollable urge came over me. “Ohhh fuuuuck!” I yelled, lunging forward, off of Chris’ cock suddenly as I felt a stream of fluid squirting from my pussy. I yelled and moaned through my orgasm, feeling my toes curling, my entire body clenching up, and faintly registering the sound of liquid hitting the bed sheets. 

Afterwards, everything started getting hazy, going dark. A sudden wave of dizziness came over me, along with a ringing sensation in my ears. For a minute, I thought I might pass out. 

Through my fog, I heard the muffled sound of Chris cursing from behind me. He caught me by my hips as I attempted to let myself fall forward onto my stomach, and pulled me back up to kneeling, shoving his cock back into me at the same time. With just a couple more thrusts, he was suddenly grunting and pumping me with a fourth load of cum. 

I struggled to hold myself up as Chris leaned over me moments later, kissing his way up my back to my shoulder.

“Fuck, I wish I recorded that!” he grumbled into my ear before pulling out and flopping down onto the bed beside me. 

I laughed a little, breathlessly, finally letting myself lie down to rest on my stomach, the dizziness and ringing finally passing. “That was crazy.”

“Way to bury the lead,” he teased, turning to face me. “You didn’t tell me you were a squirter!”

“I didn’t know I was,” I replied honestly.

“Seriously?”

I looked back at him and shrugged. “I guess I’ve sort of felt like I might be building up to it lately, cumming more. But that was the first time it happened.” 

The cocky smirk on Chris’ face told me there was no point in trying to tell him not to let that go to his head. He reached over and gave my ass another hard, triumphant slap and a squeeze. 

“All tapped out?” I asked then, feeling a need to tease him back a little. 

He laughed back. “Yeah, I think I’m empty. If you hadn’t also drained me of every last ounce of energy, I might be able to try for one more. But I doubt it would be more than a few drops.” 

“Well then, mission accomplished, I guess,” I smirked. 

“Yeah. Fuck.” 

We rested and laughed together a little while longer before I finally got up to check the time. I felt sore and extremely sticky between my legs as I stood up and walked out to the hall to get my phone from my backpack. 

The first thing I noticed was the time. It was a little after six, meaning Chris and I had been at it for almost two hours. I could already feel my muscles aching and soreness creeping in, but those sensations couldn’t quite erase the giddy smile from my face. 

Then I saw I had a few missed texts from Mark, and my expression did drop, along with my stomach. 

Mark: Can’t wait to hear your fun story :) 

Mark: I have a surprise, too

Mark: My last meeting got canceled, and I just parked right outside your building ;) 

Mark: Still on your way home from work?

Mark: Sounds like you’re busy, guess I’ll head home

Oh fuck. 

I looked at the time stamp on Mark’s messages and saw that he sent the last one almost an hour ago. Mark had been here, and I’d missed his messages. Had he tried calling? I checked for a missed call… nothing. But he said, “Sounds like you’re busy…” He must’ve heard me with Chris, somehow. Fuck. 

My mind was racing. I didn’t know what to do. My instinct was to text him back right away, but what could I even say? This would obviously be something better handled over the phone, if not in person, but neither of those were options at the moment. Early on, Mark had laid out the rule that I shouldn’t ever call him. He would call me when the coast was clear. As much as I needed to talk to him, I couldn’t risk calling and getting him in trouble with his wife, on top of everything else. 

“Hey, everything okay?” Chris called from the bedroom, breaking me out of my panicked thoughts.

“No, you need to leave right now,” I replied bluntly, walking back into the room and pulling on my clothes, tossing Chris’ at him. 

“Wait, seriously?” 

“Yes, seriously. This was a mistake. I need you to get out.” 

For a moment, Chris looked too dumbfounded to even be offended that I was kicking him out so fast. Then I saw his expression change as he seemed to put together that this had something to do with Mark. “Right. Okay, fine. But I’m keeping the video, and I will make you beg for my cock again when you inevitably come to your senses and realize how wrong you are here.” 

I rolled my eyes, feeling too stressed to engage in the back-and-forth banter with him at that point. “Fine, whatever. Get dressed, please.”

Chris laughed at my panic as he got up and pulled on his clothes, allowing me to rush him out the door. “Good luck with Married Mark. Let me know if he wants to see the video. I might send it to you or him if you ask me nicely.” 

I didn’t like the thought of Chris having that video, though I was reasonably sure that he’d kept his word not to record my face. Either way, that problem would have to wait until after I figured out how to handle my current fuck up. 

Then I had another panic-inducing thought. Mark’s message said that he was heading home, but what if he hadn’t? Was there a chance he might still be parked outside, about to see Chris leaving the building? I rushed to my window and looked down to the street to check for his car, but there weren’t any that looked like his. 

Then I saw Chris as he walked out through the front door and checked both ways before crossing the street back to his building. He caught me watching as he stopped outside his door to look back up at my window and smirked.

For fuck’s sake. I couldn’t help smirking back, but then rolled my eyes and shut the window, pulling the curtains closed before I could get tempted into anything else. 

I looked back at my phone and reread Mark’s messages, pacing across my room as I debated how I should respond. But I realized pretty quickly that there was really only one way to go. 

Sam: I’m so sorry

Sam: Please call me when you can 

Sam: I know I fucked up, I want to tell you everything

While I waited to hear from Mark, I tried keeping myself busy. I took a shower and changed the sheets on my bed, cleaning up the rest of the mess I’d made with Chris earlier. Then I made myself dinner. I felt like I’d worked up quite an appetite with Chris, but the stress was making my stomach churn, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep anything down. I forced myself to take a few bites, and then tried to distract myself with homework, and then TV when that didn’t work. 

I kept glancing at the time every few minutes, waiting for nine. Mark usually texted or called around that time, once Heather went to bed. 

The minutes seemed to tick by agonizingly slowly after that, and at several points, I barely restrained myself from sending another text. 

It was just after 11 when Molly came home and I finally accepted that I wasn’t going to hear back from Mark. 

I struggled to focus as we chatted about our days, hardly able to remember the normal, boring parts of my day at that point. I thought about calling Molly out for not telling me she’s been hanging out with Chris’ roommate, Josh, but I didn’t even feel like getting into how I knew about it.

Molly noticed pretty quickly that I was out of it, but I think she believed me when I told her I was just tired. So I said goodnight and went to my room. 

I got under the covers in bed and stared at my phone, checking Mark’s text screen one last time with a sigh. He must be really pissed. I hoped he’d give me a chance to explain. Then again, I wasn’t sure things would get any better once I did. 

I wasn’t counting on sleeping well that night, but after being up so late with Chris the night before, I was tired enough that I managed to fall asleep fairly quickly, at least.