Mounting her from behind was “papa,” whomever tonight’s papa happened to be. A broad back loomed over the nubile rail thin girl, and thick tattooed arms held her hips in a vice grip. Sweat beaded and ran down his body, and he polished his hips forward, slamming into Kaylie with all his might. The wet clapping sound that happened every time his thighs met her ass made Bella giggle.
Despite the humor, the primal energy of this display had it’s effects on Bella. Without thinking, a hand dipped under her robe and found her pussy. Her clit clamored for attention, and it got it. She started with tiny circles and began pressing herself into her hand to match the thrusts of Kaylie’s friend.
Kylie was making noises like an alleycat being serviced by the neighborhood toms. She was bucking back against her man harder now, desperate to cum. Her fingertips grabbed the bedding and she was on the brink.
The guy pulled out of her.
Bella was shocked to see her roommate’s gaping asshole as this guy roughly grabbed her hair and plunged his cock into her mouth. She watched as Kaylie dutifully went ass-to-mouth for this guy, sucking him clean.
The guy assumed his position behind her, spat onto his cock, and resumed his raucous buggering. His hands ignored her hips and instead grabbed thick handfuls of her blonde hair, pulling back hard.
Bella bit her lip: she’d always loved when a guy did that to her. Her slit was now well slick and she dipped a finger inside herself, matching the guy thrust for thrust.
The loud wet claps now came rapidly as the man went for broke. Tendons stood out on his neck, and his upper back was hunched over as her fucked Kaylie as hard as he could.
Bella reflected that this is what it looks like when one person masturbates with another person’s body.
Her eyes closed and her head bent down, Kaylie gave no reaction when the man pulled out again and stood over her, cock in hand. He erupted, spraying her back with thick sticky loads. They mixed with the sweat on Kaylie and formed a pool in the small of Kaylie’s back.
“Mmmmm…that was so good,” Kaylie said. “You fuck like a god, Rodrigo.”
Rodrigo grunted noncommittally. He was more concerned with wiping sweat from his brow than accepting praise from his fuckbuddy.
Kylie flipped onto her back, spreading her legs. “I didn’t finish. Why don’t you come here and have a snack?” Her fingers spread her labia invitingly.
“Eh…no. Not gonna do that,” Rodrigo said, looking around for his pants. His cock had fully retreated, having blown it’s load and was no longer interested in it’s surroundings. Just like the guy it was attached to.
Bella felt kinda bad for her roommate, on her back offering her lover her little pink playhouse for him to lick. Especially after she went the extra mile for him, to turn her down was just scandalous. She had half a mind to barge in and give him a lecture on sexual ethics
“Hey look, I’ll catch you later,” Rodrigo said, grabbing his shirt and making for the door.
Bella bolted back to her room, hearing her roommate’s continued pleas for sexual relief. Then the front door slammed shut. Then a frustrated grunt from Kaylie before her door slammed shut as well.
Despite Kaylie’s frustration, it was still a whole world better than the countless lonely nights Bella had laid awake in a cold bed. But that had all changed the night Bella gathered up her courage and took a chance. Ok, the Merlot played it’s part too, clearing her inhibitions to reach out to the Libby volunteer firefighters. Men she’d been delighted to spend time with lately.
Very delighted. That delight reignited the fire between her legs, and she remembered her own unsatisfied needs. She grabbed her Macbook from the table and plopped down onto her bed. She checked her email, and was pleasantly surprised to see a new message.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Hey I just wanted to thank you for those brownies you brought to the party. They were delicious. Hopefully I’ll get a chance to thank you in person.
-Craig
Bella looked at the time it was sent. Thirteen minutes ago. Despite it being just past 2am, she was suddenly refreshed and hit reply.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Now what’s a hardworking young man like yourself doing up at this hour?
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Boredom. What’s your excuse?
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
My roommate was fucking some guy way too loud. That was…distracting. So now I’m distracted.
Instead of getting an email in reply, a buzzing sound came from her computer. Bella found the source of the noise: a video chat request. Her stomach fluttered a bit, and she had to fight the urge to just close it reflexively. The old Bella would have done that.
The new Bella clicked Accept.
The new Bella was very glad she was the new Bella. On the screen in front of her was a very handsome man. He was shirtless, and his well developed pecs were covered in short curly dark hair. Jet black hair and very dark eyes contrasted the perfect white smile he shot at the camera.
“Well, hey there Bella,” Craig said.
“Hello Craig. You really should be in bed,” Bella teased.
“Oh, but I am,” he replied, picking up his laptop to show her that he was, in fact, in bed. He was also completely naked.
“I can see that,” Bella laughed, her pussy already responding to the image of this naked stud on her computer.
“So I figured, if you’re going to be distracted anyway…” Craig said, and repositioned the laptop between his legs. The entire frame was taken up by his semi-erect dick, hanging down below his balls like a sleeping anaconda.
Bella smiled and peered closer at her computer screen. Her one hand went to her snatch, eagerly diddling herself at the thought of this man having his way with her.
Craig took his member in one hand, lazily stroking it for the camera. It began swelling with blood, towering in the center of the screen. “If this is going to be a one way peep show, you’re going to have to pay up.”
“Sorry! I was just mesmerized by it. Now where are my manners?” Bella said as she undid the top of her robe and revealed her overabundant breasts. Her nipples were rock hard, and the cool air of her dark room exacerbated that. The glow of the laptop screen cast a bright blue light over her cleavage.
“Mmmm….I don’t care much about your manners with tits like those,” Craig said, grasping himself from the base of his tool and stroking the head with his other hand.
Bella gasped at how much spare cock showed between his two hands.
“How big are you?” she whispered?
“Let’s just say it’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” he said with a chuckle. “God I wish I was there to suck on your nipple,” he said.
“Like this?” she asked, lifting her breast up and bending her head down to suck on her own nipple. Her other hand was working furiously between her legs.
“Yeah just like that,” Craig said, one hand going to massage his balls. “Your nipples are like pencil erasers I bet!”
“Mmmmhmmm” Bella concurred, still sucking.
“Let me see lower,” Craig said, his tone leaning more towards demand than request.
Bella dropped her tit and put her own Macbook between her legs. She pulled her robe completely off and discarded it on the floor. The light downy fur around her slit was wet and brightly reflected the light from the laptop.
“Au…your pussy is soaked,” Craig said, his pumping picking up tempo.
“Well, yeah. Massive cocks on display for me tend to do that,” Bella said, her fingers sliding down her outer labia. Her clam was still closed, hiding itself from her hungry cyber voyeur.
“Let me see your pussy,” Craig insisted.
“You are,” Bella retorted, enjoying herself.
“Open it up. Let me see whe
re I’m going to try to fit this cock.”
“I don’t know…you might hurt me,” Bella feigned, hoping he would push further.
“I said open those pussy lips you little slut. If I want to impale you on these ten inches-“
“TEN INCHES!” Bella cried, her jaw hung open.
“Open that pussy up, dammit!” Craig demanded.
Obediently, Bella used her fingers to hold back her labia. Her pink pussy was now on full display for this beast, and she bucked her hips in frustration. It was a travesty that nerds hadn’t figured out real cybersex yet. His dick was right there!
“Oh, fuck yes. You’re a good little slut. You do exactly what I tell you if you want this dick. Do you want this cock inside you?” Craig tormented, now pumping himself rapidly.
“Please put it inside me,” Bella pleased as her hand furiously rubbed little circles on her clit.
“Oh I will, you little minx,” he said, his other hand now briskly squeezing his nuts. “Bend over and show me from behind.”
Bella obeyed, eagerly flipping to present herself on all fours to her Macbook. Her hand continued it’s attack on her clit. “Now fuck me,” she said, glancing back over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded with lust.
“Unnnnh…I’m going to cum inside you, you little slut. I’m going to fill you with my jazz,” he grunted.
Bella spun around in time to watch his cock erupt. The sight of this monolith spewing white cream was too much for her, and she came hard. Crying out, one hand diddling herself while the other squeezed her nipple, lights exploded in her head. Some part of her still watched the screen, still watched Craig launch shot after shot of cum up onto his belly and chest.
“Mmmm…I wish I was there to lick off your frosting,” she said brazenly.
“What are you doing tonight?” Craig asked, his cock beginning to deflated.
“Shouldn’t you get some towels or something? If you let that dry you’re going to end up like Han Solo, encased in carbonate!” she laughed.
A deep belly laugh joined her from the computer.
“Yeah, I’m just going to hop into the shower to deal with this. But seriously, what are you doing tonight?” Craig asked.
“Let me see…” Bella began.
“It doesn’t matter. Come with me to the clubhouse,” Craig said.
“Clubhouse?” Bella asked. An image of a treehouse with a No Girls Allowed sign posted in front flashed in her head.
“Yeah, you’ll love it. I’ll text you the address,” Craig said, yawning. “Well, that was a fun introduction. I can’t wait to spend time with you tonight. Good night, beautiful Bella.”
Craig ended the video chat, the Macbook going dim. Bella collapsed backwards onto her bed and let sleep overtake her.
“So, how was your night?” Bella asked Kaylie.
Both were freshly awake, standing around the coffeemaker. The little single serving machine took it’s sweet time, churning out one mediocre cup at a time.
“It was pretty passionate. Rodrigo is like that. He knows how to push my buttons,” Kaylie said, spooning some sugar into her empty cup.
“Sounded like you two had a great time,” Bella said.
“Oh no, you heard us? Sorry we were so loud. I just get carried away sometimes,” Kaylie said, her cheeks starting to turn red. She fidgeted with her hair, her tell that she was in an awkward situation.
Ding! The coffeemaker sputtered it’s last bubbles of light brown water into Bella’s cup. She retrieved it and smelled the hot brew, a habit she’d had for years. “Didn’t know you were into the tattooed type.”
“Oh, the tattoos aren’t really a thing of mine. He just happened to have…” Kaylie said, suddenly squaring with Bella. “Wait…you saw him?”
“Umm…” Bella stammered, turning away as she turned bright red. “Where’s the splenda?”
“You watched us?!” Kylie demanded.
“Just a little! Your door was open! I came to close it as you two were finishing up…” Bella said..
“Bella! That’s not fucking cool. And the end was not what it looked like!” Kylie said defensively.
“Kylie, I’m sorry, but next time close the door and try not to fuck so loudly that you set off car alarms outside!” Bella replied.
“Oh you’re one to talk, on your hands and knees in front of your computer begging for it to come inside you!” Kylie fired back.
Bella’s mouth hung open. “You little spying slut!” she said. “You were spying on me!”
“Tit for tat, Bella. I guess we’re even. You got to see me with Rodrigo, I got to see you get kinky with some big dick porn video,” Kaylie said, cooling off.
“I wasn’t watching a porn video,” Bella said.
“Bullshit, I saw you. Or was that a monster cock special on PBS?” Kylie giggled.
“No, it wasn’t a porno. I was talking with someone,” Bella said, cupping her coffee in both hands and taking a sip. Part of her wanted to keep this secret, but part of her wanted to brag a bit. She’d never been able to brag to her roommate about men before.
“What? Who were you talking to?” Kylie asked, disbelieving.
“A friend,” Bella said, allowing a little smile to show. This felt good.
“Oh my god, Bella the little cyber minx! Are you one of those cam girls that puts on a show and strangers send her money? I knew it!” Kylie said, clapping enthusiastically.
“Wait, what? No! I’m not a camphor, Kaylie. He’s a friend, and I’m going to see him tonight,” Bella said.
“You’re going to see dickzilla tonight? I’m going with. Think he’ll need a fluffed?” Kylie cracked herself up.
“He’s your type?” Bella asked.
“Oh Bella, I spent some time at your door, too. I’m surprised you didn’t step on a puddle this morning,” Kaylie said, retrieving her cup of coffee from the machine. “Momma like. Does he have a twin brother?”
“Shut up,” Bella said.
“Oh relax, I’m just messing with you. What do you two lovebirds have planned for tonight?”
“I…don’t know,” Bella said.
“Ooo, mystery date! Sounds exciting!” Kylie said.
“Well, he mentioned something about a clubhouse,” Bella said.
“Cop, firefighter, or biker?” Kylie asked.
“Firefighter…how did you know?” Bella replied.
“Boys in clubs have clubhouses. So it’s either cops, firefighters, or bikers,” Kaylie said matter of faculty. “And clubhouse means more guys. Want a ride? You can’t get all dolled up and get on the bus again.”
“Well, that would be nice. I don’t know if it’s invite only though. You can’t get mad at me if they…” Bella said.
“If they don’t let me in?” Kylie asked, putting her hand on her hip and puffing her tits out, straining against the long white tee shirt she had on.
“I guess you have a point,” Bella conceded.
“Is this the place?” Kylie asked, pulling into the parking lot for the nondescript building. Brick walls and thick glass blocks for windows, it could be a club house, dance club, or butcher shop. A row of Harleys were lined up in front. “Bikers! Score!” Kylie said, excitedly.
“Can someone be a biker and a fireman?” Bella asked.
“Ok, main rule is don’t do meth, no matter how much they offer you. That one is a bitch to come down from,” Kaylie said, checking her makeup in the car mirror.
Bella did the same, and both got out of the 2015 Mercedes Kaylie had begged her daddy for. Bella was pretty sure the poor old man had to import this one from Germany to get the right shade of red.
They walked up to the front door, a dark black metal slab. Rock-n-roll music boomed from inside. Bella hesitantly knocked on the door and they waited.
And waited.
They shot nervous glances between them, their body language silently recanting the whole idea and both began to turn back to the car when the door opened a crack.
A dark eye peeked out at
them.
“Password?” it asked.
“Uhh…I wasn’t given a password. I’m looking for Cr-“ Bella said, the door opening suddenly.
Craig looked at her and chuckled. “Sorry Bella, just fuckin’ with ya,” he said, scooping her up for a big hug.
Bella hugged him back, enjoying the smell of his cologne. Once she was put back down, she saw they were joined by another man. Crew-cut blonde hair, blue eyes and huge biceps. “Hey, who’re your friends, Craig?”
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