Maria’s flat. Bath. 2 AM. Saturday, February 12th. Rain hammers outside. I’m drenched, shivering. She offers tea, a dry spot. Bathroom first door right. Clothes soaked. I strip naked. Frigid skin prickles. Hot shower hits. Water cascades over neck, abs, back, ass. Muscles unwind. Cock stirs—half-hard from the thrill of near-naked in her space. Steam fogs everything. Tiny towel barely covers. No clothes dry yet. She calls: tea’s ready. Towel ’round hips. Heat blasts—no chill. No towels on floor. Into living room. She’s there. Old couch. Deep red dress hugs curves. Mid-thigh. Bare legs, feet. Shoulders bare. No bra. Cheeks flush. Breaths deep, body undulating. Eyes rake me bottom to top. Smirk. ‘Didn’t lie about your build.’ Heart slams. Skin heats. She beckons. Close. Towel drops. Naked. Exposed. ‘First time like this. Wanted more all night.’ Fingers circle lower belly, thighs. Onto cock. Balls. Shaft. Peels foreskin. Slow strokes. Cock swells. Hardens. Purple head throbs. Pulse races. Edge of no return. Body tenses. Urge to fuck consumes. She slows. ‘Nice cock. Size?’ ‘Almost 7 inches. 17 cm.’ Giggle. ‘Just curious. Want raw sex. No strings. You’re perfect.’ Head dips. Hands grip ass. Mouth engulfs. Tongue teases head—hot, cold. Deep sucks. Finger rims ass. Groan. Paradise. Guides her head. Faster. Can’t hold. Cock balloons. Cum erupts. Four blasts. She spits, wipes. I collapse. Drained. Cock tender. She grins. ‘Good cock. Rest. Then real fun. Ever done anal?’ ‘No.’ ‘Me neither. Want it with you. You’re gentle.’ Tea. Lukewarm. She lubes finger. Probes my ass. Heat builds. Cock revives. Slow handjob. Beg: ‘Stop. Need to fuck you.’ Smiles. Pushes me down. ‘Lick first.’ Dress up. Fat ass to face. Hands spread cheeks. Musky scent. Nose in crack. Tongue dives pussy. Wet folds part. She grinds back. Legs spread wide. Tongue deep in cunt. Nectar flows. Nose slick. Then ass. Rim. Finger probes. She quakes. ‘Fuck me now. Give it all.’
Condom on. She kneels. Doggy on couch. Cock slides pussy. Slick. Easy. Slow deep thrusts. Sync breaths. Builds. Slaps echo. Faster. Harder. ‘Ass now! Fuck my ass!’ Lube her hole. Fingers stretch. One. Two. Ready. Head presses. Tight ring yields. Inch by inch. She groans—pain-pleasure mix. Full hilt. Pause. Connected. Pulses throb. Move. Slow. Build. Piano to forte. Deeper. Brutal. She screams. Body shakes. Mine too. Cum floods condom as she climaxes. World spins. Control gone.
The Fever
Sweat-slick. Hug her. She pulls away. ‘No feelings, stud.’ Shower together. Steam again. She purrs: ‘Good job, Erik. Rematch next game?’ Week later. Campus coffee. Jana smirks: ‘Heard about Almost 7 Inches. Maria spilled. Masami blushed hearing it.’ Heart skips. Night etched in fire. Skin still burns at memory.