The End of Apartment 303

We walked the few blocks to the lightrail station hand-in-hand, but in silence. I didn't know for sure, but I thought we were both thinking about the same thing - what Sydney looks like in a bikini. Thankfully, the train pulled up right when we were arriving at the stop. As an added bonus, the car we climbed into was empty. As soon as we sat, Tracy said, "She likes you, you know."

"Sydney?" I asked rhetorically. "I'm flattered, but I'm happy with what I've got."

Tracy continued like I hadn't said anything, "I bet her pussy tastes like sea salt and caramel."

"You're not satisfied with the dick and pussy you already have at home?"

Again, she was oblivious to my comments, eyes closed, "Can't you just imagine the taste. Yummy." She started rubbing her thighs together.

"Fucking hell Tracy. How long have you been fantasizing about her?"

Her eyes burst open, her pupils wide with desire. With a deadly serious tone she said, "Kelly, use me. Right here. I need it."

"On the train?" Before I finished my question Tracy was hiking up her dress.

"Use me please," she moaned. She pulled the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and her tits fell out. No matter how many times I'd cum these ladies could always get me hard. Blood flowed from my brain to my cock and I no longer cared that we were on the train.

"Suck my cock. Get it hard," I whispered in her ear. She shivered with delight and frantically groped my pants button and zipper. I kneaded her breasts as she engulfed me into her mouth.

"Mmm, I can still taste myself on your cock."

Within a minute I was stiff as a board and breathing heavily, "Sit on me and ride me."

Tracy lifted her leg over my lap, lined up my dick to her entrance, and just before dropping herself onto me she hissed, "Think of Sydney while I fuck you."

"What?" I managed to say while tight ecstasy gripped my shaft. She was so wet she slid all the way down with one fast, smooth squat.

"Imagine this is her salty caramel cunt wrapped around your stiff cock." The plastic train seat squeaked rapidly with her every squat. "Her blonde hair flowing over your face as you suck on her neck." I buried my face into Tracy's neck, her curly black engulfing my head. But I did as told and imagined it was Sydney's. "Tell me you like her tight, pink pussy."

"Her pussy is so goooood," I moaned into her neck.

"Tell me you want to fill her little pussy."

With the image of Sydney perfectly formed in my mind, I hooked my finger into Tracy's mouth. I didn't want to hear Tracy's voice anymore. "Fuck yes, Sydney. I'm gonna cum deep inside you." Tracy didn't try to speak, knowing I'd slipped into the full fantasy, and sucked on my finger while moaning loudly. I began thrusting up in rhythm with her squats. The train car echoed with skin slapping against skin. "You want my cum Sydney? I'm gonna cum in your cunt." She moaned her approval. I gripped her tits and used them for leverage as I burst inside her with everything I had. Sydney's screams of pleasure drowned out the screeching of the train breaking for the next stop. Panting heavily I said, "Fuck Sydney, that was amazing."

Tracy's voice shook me out of the fantasy, "People are boarding." She quickly lifted herself off of me and a pool of cum leaked onto my crotch. She sat in her seat just as a couple of visibly drunk guys climbed into the car. They both shot us a glance, turned to each other whispering, then started laughing loudly. I looked over to Tracy, not at all embarrassed, just dumbfounded. Chuckling, she said, "I knew you had the hots for her."

- Chapter 5: Charlie -

Pacu took control, grabbing Loris' ankles, sliding her backwards, and pulling her sex up towards him. Loris squealed in both fright and excitement. Pacu knew if anyone entered the canvas tent everything he'd worked for would be lost, but in that moment he didn't care about the rebellion, about his warriors, about the shadow cult. All he cared about was Loris. Gusts of wind rattled the tent, the desert sands loudly assaulting the world outside; however, all Pacu could hear was Loris' heavy breath.

I couldn't help but rub my thighs together trying to put into words what Kelly had done to me. Writing from Pacu's point of view was still difficult, but never-the-less made me horny. I didn't hear anything - my mind floating through the mixed-up world of Untitled and my own experience - so I gave a little shriek when Kelly plopped down on the couch next to me.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he apologized. "Deep into it I guess."

I giggled, "Hehe, yeah you know how I get when I'm writing."

"You have a title yet?"

"Nope, still Untitled," I bemoaned.

"I still think that's a great title," Kelly said through a yawn. "So, what part are you working on?"

I flushed a little, embarrassed to admit I was using him... us, as inspiration. "A Pacu chapter," is all I said.

"Can I read," he asked, but I snapped my laptop shut.

In a blink Kelly snatched the laptop. "No, it's not done and I hate you reading unfinished chapters," I lied.

"Free-use, remember," he smirked. My pussy gave a slight spasm at the term, already needy from writing the sex scene between Pacu and Loris.

Kelly began reading, then said, "Hmm, this scenario sounds familiar." I flushed more, especially given his half smile, him knowing exactly where the inspiration came from. Kelly continued, not acknowledging my bashfulness, "So, what's going to happen next?"

Peering down at my fidgeting hands I replied, "I'm not sure."

With a cheeky grin Kelly suggested, "Maybe two of Loris' servants can come help."

Even though I knew he was joking I explained, "No one else can know about them." Kelly nodded but didn't say anything, so I continued, "I've always struggled writing Pacu chapters more than Loris'. I'm not sure what he would think next in this scene." Again, Kelly just nodded. "So, what do you think Pacu would be thinking about?"

Kelly inhaled deeply through his nose. Exhaling with an air of pleasure he said, "He'd think about the smell of her arousal, just like I can smell yours right now." I couldn't help it and giggled. "The sweet aroma of your pussy. A scent that can only mean one thing... Pure desire," he concluded matter-of-factly while his hazel eyes saw deep into my own desires. Again, in a blink he hauled me into his strong arms and kissed me deeply. I melted into his embrace and sank into his lips. Slowly and elegantly he swung me down off the couch onto the ground. Without unlocking our lips, Kelly pulled my thin cotton shirt up over my breasts. With a whimper he sucked on my lower lip until moving his mouth down to my nipple and pulling my shirt completely off.

Between heavy breaths I said, "Tell me what you're thinking."

Kelly gave a slight nibble on my nipple before leaning up to look at me and said, "There's so much pleasure in feeling your nipple harden in my mouth."

"Hmm, I love feeling your cock stiffen in my mouth," I moaned.

"Watching your chest heave with anticipation..." he trailed off while lacing his fingers into my waistband. I lifted my hips and he slid my shorts off in one smooth motion.

His eyes moved down my body and I pleaded, "Tell me more."

"My mouth waters waiting to taste you."

"What do I taste like?"

Without hesitation he replied, "Strawberries and honey." And with that he buried his face between my legs. Kelly was a master of cunnilingus, which only improved since getting daily practice on three different pussies. He expertly explored every inch of my endogenous zones, licking my inner thighs, nipping at my lips, twirling my clit, and tongue fucking my tight cunt. Not to mention his love of my asshole.

Sighing soft moans I urged him on, "Yes, suck on my clit. Make your cumslut squirm." Make me squirm he did, using every oral trick he knew. Within a couple minutes my hips were bucking wildly, but Kelly kept his face pinned onto me, aided by my hands gripping his shaggy hair. He knew it when my thighs locked his head in a vice grip, but I still groaned, "I'm cummmmmming." My body exploded in fire, my breath trapped in my lungs, then the pleasure on my clit became overwhelming and I exhaled loudly pushing his head away. "Oh, fuck. Too much, too much," I gasped. Sometimes I liked it when Kelly, Jamie or Tracy forced me through the overwhelming pleasure and drove me into another dimension, but sometimes it's just unpleasant. We all liked doing it to each other, but we all know when to, and when not to proceed. Kelly's face was coated with sex, to which he joyfully licked up. Before he could speak I said, "Describe that to me."

Kelly playfully chuckled, "Ha, always book research, but okay. That combination of taste and smell got me rock hard. The silky softness of your skin is magic on my tongue. The slight tickle of your hair on my nose somehow adds to my arousal." God, I love him. He knows I want details and he doesn't hold back. "Just like your nipples, I love when your clit gets plump between my lips. Your taste changes throughout, getting more tangy."

I was getting more aroused as Kelly described everything, my hips beginning to jostle. "Hmm, keep going," I uttered, eyes closed.

"Riding your orgasm is fun. It's like you're trying to throw me off but there's no way I can resist drinking in your juices. They gush just before you cum. And when your thighs locked onto my head, I almost came. Giving you pleasure gives me great pleasure." Then he went quiet for a moment, but continued in a softer tone, "I love you cumslut."

A mini orgasm shot through me followed by a pang of depression. I don't want this to end. Never. Slowly, I opened my eyes to meet him. From his look I knew he was thinking the same thing, so I whispered, "Life moves pretty fast. Let's enjoy it." He smiled, but there was still sadness in his eyes. Heeding my own words I asked, "Will you fuck me like you did the other night?"

"Wasn't that position uncomfortable?" he asked earnestly.

I giggled, "Hehe, not really. I do yoga."

Kelly sprang up. He's always ready to fuck, I thought not for the first time. In the same manner as before, and how I wrote in my novel, Kelly hauled me into position, shoulder blades on the ground, pussy pointing to the ceiling. While he dropped his shorts I asked, "Can you stand facing the other direction? I want to see your ass this time." Before Kelly, men's asses had never done it for me, but everything changed with him. The four of us had opened up the entire world of sex and Kelly's ass was near the top of my list. He didn't reply, just walked over me, his engorged dick bouncing with every step. Eating me out really does get him going, I thought with pride. As he squatted, lining up to penetrate me, I spread my legs as wide as possible for him. I gleefully leered at his dangling balls, somewhat wishing they were in my mouth. Then I eyed his asshole appearing from between his spreading cheeks. One might think, including myself not too long ago, that a man's hairy asshole is unappetizing, but my desire to suck his balls was replaced by wanting to tongue fuck him. I couldn't help it and hissed, "I know you have free-use, but I'm going to fuck your ass soon."

With the tip of his cockhead right at my entrance Kelly peered over his shoulder, "Oh really cumslut? That's not like you."

"I know Tracy fucked you that one time with Cammi. You did like it, didn't you?"

His eyes drifted back to the memory. What I wouldn't have given to join in that experience. I'd had a crush on Cammi ever since we first met, but unlike Tracy and Kelly I had yet to be invited into her bed. "Yeah, I did. It was different, but you're my cumslut."

"We're all your cumsluts," I snapped.

Wide-eyed at my bluntness Kelly asked, "Where's this coming from?"

I sighed, "I guess I just want to feel powerful, like Tracy."

Kelly, standing up from his awkward squatting position, smiled lovingly. "Aw baby, I never wanted to make you feel powerless." I turned my head to the side, feeling unsure of myself all the sudden. "You being submissive to me only comes from the fact that you're in control. My power comes from your power." I've never really thought of it that way. Kelly continued, "So, if you want to fuck my ass, then the roles are reversed. I'd be giving you my power."

Tears started sliding down my face. "Really? So, you'd let me do that... I mean give me your power?"

"All my power comes from you. Together we're more powerful than the shadow cult," he grinned.

As usual I couldn't help but giggle. Kelly's words and warm smile surged through me. He's right, I am powerful! I narrowed my eyes, sneered, and demanded, "I give you the power to fuck me silly right now!"

With one final smirk Kelly turned, squatted, and plunged his thick cock all the way inside me. No matter how many times he filled me up he always filled me full. I exhaled with my renewed sense of power and pinned my eyes on our bodies joining together. With one hand I rubbed my clit and with the other I massaged Kelly's asshole with my thumb. He grunted with pleasure when I first started and continued grunts and squeals filled the living room. Sweat started to glisten across Kelly's skin and I shook when another orgasm coursed through me. I constantly tightened and relaxed my pussy around his cock, but the pressure of an orgasm was the tightest, which only sent more shockwaves through me. There was no desire to stop the overwhelming orgasm this time and I urged him on. "Yes, fuck your little cumslut. Fill my pussy with your cum. Fill it!" I yelled. I felt his cock swell at my words. I had to giggle to myself, Hehe, talking about his cum always does it. Then I felt his blast hit my cervix, sending my orgasm into overdrive. Kelly continued pumping his cum into me, his dick twitching with every blast. He started to slow, but I needed more. "Keep pumping me full of your cum Daddy!" I demanded, to which he renewed his thrusts. Just as I'd hoped my orgasm was prolonged, sending my head spinning, but my eyes were wide open waiting for my treat. Our cum started squeezing out from between us and dripping along my clit. I eagerly opened my mouth and let the drops fall onto my tongue.

"I have to stop, my thighs are burning," he groaned while pulling out and standing straight. Turning to face me, he saw me catching my treat and his mouth hung agape.

Staring at him with lust-filled eyes I licked my lips and said, "Feed me the rest." Kelly didn't hesitate and plunged his index finger inside me and scooped our cum out. Warmth slid over my clit and dropped into my waiting mouth.

Applause came from the kitchen. From my perspective on the ground, Jamie and Tracy were upside down, and they were clapping, hooting and hollering. Tracy was the first to speak, "Wow, well done! As much as I like being part of the action, after Jamie and now that, I must say that being an observer is quite enjoyable."

Jamie agreed, "Very true Tracy, but I'm the one who calls him Daddy."

I hid my face in embarrassment. "It just came out!"

Jamie laughed, "A lot more than that came out of you!"

- Chapter 6: Tracy -

"Paddle! Paddle! Paddle hard!" Sydney yelled. I felt the wave start to carry me with it and paused for a split second enjoying the thrill. Stand up dammit... Surf!, my mind screamed. I popped up, placed my feet wide apart and centered on the board just how Sydney taught me on the beach. Wobbly, but upright I rode the wave as it crashed around me. I threw up my arms triumphantly and bellowed in exuberance.

My arms and shoulders burned from paddling out, trying to catch a wave, falling, and repeating. So, after finally riding a wave I wanted nothing more than to paddle to shore and call it a day. However, Sydney was still out past the breakers and waving me back. Fuck my competitiveness, I thought, then turned the board and paddled to Sydney once again.

With a high-five and her bright, wide smile Sydney congratulated me, "Fuck yeah babe! You did it!"

"Ugh, why am I back out here then? My arms are dead," I groaned.

"Because now we get to chill," Sydney said while spreading her arms wide, face pointed towards the sun, and sighing deeply. "Ahh, I just love floating out here. Nothing can bother me - no phones, no dudes hitting on me, no worries. It's my happy place."

These situations usually made me antsy. I am a doer, a go-getter, constantly on the move, but I was exhausted, so I mimicked Sydney, stretching my arms wide and letting the sun warm me up. The only noise came from the muffled crashing of waves and the squawking seagulls overhead. With a deep inhale I had to agree, "Yeah, this is pretty nice."

Gazing off towards nothing in particular Sydney said, "You're amazing. Not many people actually catch a wave their first time. I'm impressed." I rarely looked for, nor needed commendations from anyone that wasn't my superior, but impressing Sydney felt good, guiltily so. Like I was winning some contest she didn't know she was participating in. I still wasn't sure what took over me when I fucked Kelly on the lightrail. Making him think about Sydney while we did it came from some instinct I didn't understand, and after he so easily fell into the fantasy, let alone enjoyed it so much, only made my competitiveness towards her that much stronger. Guilt, however, was underlying everything because I liked Sydney. She was kind, easy-going, beautiful, yet tough and self-confident. I'd heard the office banter about how she was Ms. Chen's punching bag before I started, but from the beginning Ms. Chen had treated me with respect. Sydney never held that against me.

Hesitantly, I said, "Hey, I have to ask. Are the stories true... about how bad Ms. Chen treated you?"

"My happy place, remember," she stated, still gazing off into the distance.

"Sorry," I apologized and gazed off with her.

After an awkward minute Sydney sighed, "No, I doubt the stories are completely true." I looked at her excited to get her side of things. She continued, "I mean, she was stern, demanding, and short-tempered. I wanted to kill her at first, but I'll be the first to admit that I was a fish-out-of-water when I started."

"I doubt that," I said with nothing to back it up. Just one of those things you say to someone doubting themselves.

"Ha!" she barked. "I was, trust me. But I learned on the job and apparently learned enough to be hired after my internship. I have to thank Ms. Chen for pushing me."

"I heard she did much more than push you," I asked earnestly.

"You have my job now, so you know that I was much more involved in her day-to-day than others in the office. But something happened not long before you started that changed her," she said, turning to face me. "I don't know what it was, she's a very private person, but I think she started seeing someone."

"Oh really? What makes you think so?"

"Woman's intuition," she said matter-of-factly. "I mean, you know how you feel and act differently after getting pounded real good."

Sydney's bluntness caught me by surprise, making me chuckle, "Ha! Yeah, I guess so."

"Oh, come on! I know you get fucked good all the time." I scoffed, but Sydney continued, "Don't try to tell me differently. I have a weird sixth sense about these things." Then she looked at me straight-faced, "Is it Kelly?"

Thankfully, a swell rolled us right at that moment, breaking our eye contact and allowing me to hide the truth I no doubt knew Sydney would be able to read on my face. Us roommates weren't ashamed of our relationship, but we kept it our secret. The swell passed, Sydney's eyes found mine again, and her expression told me she needed an answer. "Fine, you caught me. Yes, I'm sexually active, but no it's not Kelly." Why did I lie? Just tell her and win. Kelly's mine, not yours.