10 min路Feb 26
Hard-Fucked and Heart-BrokePrologue This really happened, though over the years I might've blurred a detail or two in the retelling. We were all there, about 150 students packed into the lecture hall, heads buried in our exam papers. I'd prepped hard, finished early, and let my eyes wander. That's when I noticed her, sitting a couple rows over to my left. Her name, I'd later learn, was Emily. She wasn't a knockout by magazine standards, but something about her pulled me in. Maybe 5'4", dark blonde hair cropped short, sharp cheekbones, a slim frame with subtle curves - probably an A-cup - and hips that flared just enough to catch the eye. She wore a simple, almost preppy outfit: a navy sweater and tailored jeans. During the break, our eyes met - hazel, flecked with gold. Damn. I introduced myself. "Hey, I'm Jake. What year are you in? " (Grad school, obviously.) "I'm Emily, second year, " she said. "These are my finals today. After this, I'm picking up an elective in data analytics." "Cool. Want to grab a coffee after the second half? " Over the next few weeks, we hit it off. Lunches, late-night walks, endless conversations about everything from stats to sci-fi novels. Emily became my go-to person, my closest friend on campus, though I didn't feel that spark beyond platonic. Once, she crashed at my place after a movie marathon - nothing happened, just sleep. After the Move A few months later, Emily helped me move into a new apartment. It was late by the time we rolled up in the rental van and unpacked the essentials. Exhausted, I showered quick, then slid into bed where she was already tucked in, smelling like soap and lavender. I gave her a quick hug, pecked her cheek, and thanked her for hauling boxes all day. Then, out of nowhere, she slipped her hand into my briefs and murmured, "You need to fuck me right now." I froze. This wasn't the Emily I knew. She pounced, hands and lips working my dick to full attention in seconds. I reached down - she wasn't just wet, she was soaked. No buildup needed; I slid inside her, deep, and she begged for it hard. "Fuck me, Jake, I'm so goddamn horny for you, " she groaned, yanking her thighs up to her stomach so I could pound deeper. She came fast, eyes rolling back, nails digging into my ass as her pussy clenched around me. I gave a few more thrusts, riding her spasms. Later, mid-position switch - we must've tried half the Kama Sutra that night - I asked if she'd ever fantasized about this before. "Oh yeah, " she panted, "but in my ass." "You're into anal? " "Fucking love it. Nothing gets me off like a thick cock stretching my ass." I lost track of time that night. Hours, maybe. I hadn't finished yet. "First times with someone new, " I admitted, "I always struggle to cum. Too focused on them, I guess." She grinned. "Let me take care of you." Straddling me reverse-cowgirl, she told me to relax. She played with her small, firm tits, rubbed her clit, and moaned, "God, your dick feels so good inside me. Cum in me, Jake, and I'll cum again." I'd never met someone so unfiltered about their lust. Watching her ride me, shameless and wild, pushed me over the edge. I exploded, her pussy milking every drop as she shuddered through her own climax. In the Bathroom A week later, Emily swung by. I suggested a bubble bath to unwind from her drive. "Only if you join me, " she teased, "and I've got other ways to relax too." The water steamed, and so did we. Since that first night, I couldn't stop thinking about her - this woman I'd pegged as a study buddy, not a sex goddess. She sank into the tub and started touching herself, kneading her breasts until her nipples stood out, then sliding a hand to her trimmed bush. "I love getting off while a guy watches, " she said, locking eyes with me. She came quick, fingers buried deep, moaning through gritted teeth. "Show me your cock, " she gasped mid-orgasm. "Jerk it for me." I scooted closer, my tip inches from her face, balls tight. She massaged them, then slipped a finger into my ass - a jolt of pleasure I didn't expect. I thought she'd suck me off, but no. "Just stroke it like you're alone, " she urged. "Where should I cum? " I groaned, teetering on the edge. "All over my face, " she demanded. "Blast me with it." Her raw commands sent me reeling. I shot a massive load across her cheeks and lips; she licked what she could, grinning. "Tastes good, your cum. Can't wait to suck it straight from the source next time." Post-bath, she leaned over the sink, ass out, daring me. I was still half-hard, smacking her cheeks with my dick. "Ready for round two? " she asked, glancing back. I fingered her first, two digits deep in her dripping slit, then rammed into her from behind as she spread wider. "Fuck your dirty girl, " she cried, and I did - relentless, gripping her tits, slipping a finger into her ass like she loved. She came screaming, and I unloaded again, painting her insides. Trade Show Days "Hey, it's Emily." "Hey, babe, how's it going? " "Eh, not great. I'm covering a trade show booth this weekend for a coworker, so I can't come over." "I'll come to you. Book a big hotel room." She scored a suite near the convention center. I got there first, buzzing with anticipation. "How was your day? " I asked when she walked in. "Meh, got hit on a few times, " she said, "but they were all duds. Lame pickup lines." She showered, emerging in just a thong, then sprawled on the bed, stretching seductively. "Miss me last week? " I stripped fast, showing off my shaved dick - I'd learned she liked a little show. I stroked it slow. "Ready for me? " I teased. She peeled off the thong, legs wide. "Fuck me with that gorgeous cock, " she purred. I went down on her first, lapping at her wetness, teasing her clit until she writhed. Then I plunged in, and she hit her first orgasm fast, clawing the sheets. "All day I've wanted this, " she moaned. "Fuck me senseless, you stud." I flipped her onto her knees, ready to take her ass - she'd hinted at it enough. To my surprise, she took me easily, moaning, "Yes, fuck my ass, feels so fucking good." I didn't last long; soon I was pumping her full, her cries echoing as she begged for every drop. We cooled off in the shower, but I was hard again. Slippery from the water, I took her standing, kneading her tits as she demanded more. "Fuck me again, Jake, wreck me." At the Open-Air Museum We planned a trip to an open-air museum in the countryside. Emily was on her period, so I figured it'd be tame. Wrong. In one of the old houses, a roped-off storage room caught my eye. I pulled her inside, and we started making out, hands everywhere. Period or not, she was feral, grinding against my thigh, faster and faster. I squeezed her tits hard, and she gasped, "I'm gonna cum, fuck, yes! " She shook, clinging to me, fully clothed but spent. "Really? " I asked, skeptical. "Oh yeah, " she said, breathless. "Pictured you fucking some hot redhead in the ass while I watched." Her mind was a wild place. "Now it's your turn, " she said, dropping to her knees. My bulge was obvious; she freed my cock and started sucking, but I took over, fucking her mouth while she worked my balls. The thrill of getting caught fueled me. "Give me your load, " she mumbled around me. I did, blasting down her throat as she swallowed eagerly. Home Movie Night "Let's watch porn together, " she suggested one day. Nothing shocked me with her anymore. I grabbed a hardcore flick - none of that soft couple crap, but real, gritty stuff. We sat through the first scene: a mechanic banging a brunette in a garage. Emily squirmed, turned on, then stripped to her panties and a tank top. "Getting hot, " she rasped, lying with her head in my lap, feeling my hard-on. She pulled it out, sucking me as a threesome played out on screen - two women, one guy, all holes filled. "Hot as hell, " she said, eyeing the lesbian action. "You ever had a woman go down on you? " I asked. "Yeah, " she admitted. "A coworker. I came four times in her mouth, then fucked her with a strap-on - pussy and ass. No cumshot, sadly, but still insane." Next scene: a blonde sandwiched between two guys. "Fuck, that's wild, " Emily groaned, blowing me harder as I fingered her, adding a digit to her ass. "You'd love a double, huh? " I said. "God, yes, " she panted. "Two cocks at once, you filming it." A guy onscreen came, and she lost it, soaking my hand as I shot into her mouth, picturing her in that fantasy. She licked me clean, then spilled: "Started young, 14. Handjobs at first, but soon I needed cum in my mouth. Swallowing's my thing." Early Morning Sunday, 6 a.m., alarm blaring. I had a charity run to oversee. Emily stirred, nuzzled me, and asked, "Quickie? " Insatiable. She got me hard, spread her legs, and said, "Fuck me, I'm wet." I did, fast and rough; we came together, sweaty and gasping. I showered, shaved, left her dozing - or so I thought. Passing the bed, she flung off the covers, a vibrator buzzing in her pussy. "Caught me, " she grinned. She knelt, ass up, the toy now in her backdoor. "Fuck my pussy, work that vibe in my ass, " she ordered. I obeyed, hammering away as she screamed, "Never enough, you bastard. Take me to a sex club - let a dozen guys ruin me." I trashed-talked her back, cumming on her ass as she collapsed, wrecked. Made it to the run on time, speeding like a maniac. Epilogue There's more I could say, adventures we might've had. But we fell apart - she was screwing other guys. Didn't mind the act, just the lies. If Emily reads this: "Thanks for the insane rides. You're still one of the wildest fucks I've ever had."