Two Girls, One Hour, Zero Regrets

This is, for the most part, a 100% true story.

It starts the way most stories like this do at university. When I started college I'd had exactly one relationship, a brief thing in my last year of secondary school, born entirely out of the standard teenage frustration. University hit me with a brutal engineering program that completely destroyed my first year, which meant twelve months of zero sex, zero relationships, and maximum suffering.

Second year, I course-corrected fast. I started chasing anything that moved.

That particular desperation landed me a girlfriend who took my sex life somewhere genuinely new and interesting, facials, forty-minute blowjobs, anal, outdoor sex, among other stories I'll get to eventually. Let's call her Christine. She was a short, curvy girl from Moldova, liked parties as much as she liked studying. I remember her texting me during sex asking about my GPA, my height, and my exact measurements. Her tits weren't large but they were incredibly firm, nipples that got almost painfully hard when she was turned on. Her ass wasn't anything spectacular, but she more than made up for it with genuinely outstanding oral, ladies, the only way to give a truly great blowjob is to actually enjoy it, and God, she enjoyed it. Black hair to her shoulders, often styled with curls, occasionally colored contacts. Very feminine... lace underwear, skirts and dresses in summer, pale legs that drove me crazy.

Still. I was growing restless with a limited roster, and with summer coming and campus filling up with girls in mini skirts, I ended things with Christine to explore my options.

Dating apps made casual sex almost embarrassingly easy back then. To make it even better in the spirit of "friendship" Christine had actually set up a profile for me on a dating site, where, to my delight, a significant number of women were interested in what I was offering. Christine and I still saw each other occasionally, but in the meantime I'd quietly built a multicultural rotation. At peak, I was sleeping with six women regularly a different one every day of the week. My grades suffered enormously. My dick had never been happier.

The story I want to tell today is about the afternoon I slept with two different women in under an hour.

Christine and I had been texting, planning to meet during the day. She had some errands near mine, but made it very clear she absolutely had to meet a friend at 3pm. I was enthusiastic, we met at lunch, came back to mine for a couple of hours. I don't remember exactly what she was wearing, but it was summer and Christine in summer meant a dress or skirt of some kind. She always wore lace underwear when we met up, always dressed just sexy enough to have me worked up before she even walked through the door.

The second she was inside I turned her to face me and pushed her against the wall. She submitted immediately kissed me back, arms around my neck. As I undressed her slowly the tension in the room was almost unbearable, every touch electric. My enthusiasm spiked the moment I slid her dress off and felt her lace underwear already damp under my fingertips.

She dropped to her knees fast, hands all over my boxers, urgent and hungry. I wasn't about to argue. Got them off as quickly as I could, cock springing free. She looked up at me with that particular look... familiar, wanting, licked her lips, and got to work. One hand cradling my balls, the other working my shaft, teasing me for already being so hard.

Her full lips dropped lower, taking each one into her mouth in turn, reacquainting herself with familiar territory. The pleasure ran through me in a low groan. My cock, leaking by now, rested thick against her face, reaching up to her hairline.

Then she moved to the main event, taking me into her mouth and swallowing my length eagerly. Every inch sliding in, pulling a sharper sound each time, punctuated occasionally by a whispered good girl.

Ready to be inside her, I pulled her up and pushed her onto the bed, face down, ass up, offering herself. Just a thin strip of semi-transparent black lace between me and what I wanted. I pulled it down to find her freshly waxed and glistening.

I entered her from behind, fucking her hard, deep, relentless strokes while she squirmed underneath me. Her little cries of pleasure pushed me to go deeper, to stretch her out like she was mine. When I leaned down and whispered this pussy belongs to me directly into her ear she gasped and shook apart around me, walls clenching tight around my cock like she was trying to keep me there.

I pulled out slowly, unsatisfied...and she checked the time. 2:50.

Shit. She yelped, said she absolutely had to go, and dressed in a hurry, still dripping as she pulled her underwear back up. She asked if I'd walk her to the corner where she was meeting her friend. Of course. But my cock was still wet, still hard, still pulsing, and I was desperate.

As we walked over, I realized that one of the other girls in my rotation, let's call her Maya lived nearby. I fired off a quick text:

Hey, I'll be in your area. Can I stop by?

The reply came fast: Door's unlocked 😏

I walked Christine to her corner, chatted easily like nothing had happened, said goodbye, and turned north toward Maya's place.

I got there with my heart hammering from the most obscene kind of anticipation. Maya was right there... small, eager, already in just a tank top and tiny shorts. She dropped to her knees in the hallway and pulled my shorts down before I'd even said anything.

I sprang out, still slick from Christine, still carrying her scent.

Maya didn't hesitate. She took me in her mouth, tongue circling the head, sucking me deep with soft, hungry moans. She had no idea she was tasting another woman all over me. That thought made me throb harder against her tongue. I grabbed her hair and fucked her face, gently at first, then deeper watching her eyes water as she gagged slightly and kept going anyway, licking and sucking like she'd been starving for it.

God, you're so hard today, she murmured, pulling back for air, a string of spit and Christine's wetness connecting her lips to my cock.

I pulled her up, undressed her in about ten seconds, and bent her over the arm of the couch. She was already soaked. I pushed inside in one smooth stroke, buried to the hilt in her tight warmth. Maya moaned loud and pushed back against me as I started fucking her harder, faster. One hand on her hip, the other reaching around to rub her clit. She came hard within minutes... shaking, crying out, clenching around me in waves.

That was all I needed.

I gripped her tighter, drove deep, and finally let go. Came hard inside her, thick and heavy, everything Christine hadn't gotten. Maya whimpered happily as she felt it, completely unaware of the full picture.

I stayed there for a minute, catching my breath, then slowly pulled out.

Two women. Under an hour. One left hungry, one freshly filled.