Cum in her body lotion

She barely says hello. Nevertheless, his sperm ends up in her body lotion, and the flat party turns into a MMF encounter at the kitchen table.

The roommate who ignores him

I desired Lena. My boyfriend Markus's roommate. He lived in a three-person apartment, and she was the only girl. Petite, curvy, with long reddish-brown hair that fell to the middle of her back. She knew exactly what she had. Tight tops, skintight pants, long, tight skirts. Sometimes lace peeking out from underneath— transparent lingerie. I would have given anything to see her in it. But every time I was at Markus's and secretly rummaged through her things, I found at most a bra or a delicate thong. I know I shouldn't do that. But there was something about her that drove me absolutely crazy. The worst part: she ignored me.

Whenever I passed by, I greeted her politely. I never got more than a curt "Hello" in return. Nevertheless, she had me in her grip. I wanted her. I had to have her. To feel her skin, to knead her breasts, to kiss her labia. To put my cock inside her. Every time I rang the doorbell, I thought only of her—and of what it would be like to tie her up, to restrain her wrists, the moment when she surrendered completely to me.

What went into the bottle

One evening I was back at the shared apartment, playing PlayStation. When the arousal became almost unbearable, I had to release it. I left Markus and his PlayStation, went to the bathroom, and locked the door. As soon as I had my hard-on in my hand, my gaze fell on the sink. There was her body lotion. I grabbed the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and held the opening ready. With my free hand, I masturbated quickly and vigorously. Within moments, my semen was rising. I aimed my penis directly at the bottle opening and ejaculated most of it inside—thrust after thrust. Only a few drops landed outside, which I immediately wiped away. Then I screwed the cap back on and wiped away the last traces. The arousal barely subsided. I imagined her rubbing it all over herself later: face, breasts, her round ass. Her whole body covered in my semen.

The image haunted me at home. Lena naked in the bathroom, rubbing herself with my semen. I lay in bed and ejaculated three times in a row, barely having touched his penis.

Two days later I was back. We were sitting in the kitchen, playing cards with some guys and drinking beer. Lena wasn't there. It felt good – the obsession was starting to worry me. Even so, I knew: I had to have her. At that moment, Leon said:

"There's a party here on Saturday. Why don't you come? We're inviting friends and having a real celebration."

"Clear."

My heart leaped. I messed up the next few games because I could only think of Lena. Until the key turned and she came home. She grinned into the kitchen:

"Good evening. Don't drink it all up, we'll need it on Saturday."

Then she smiled. That smile hit me like a ton of bricks.

"I'm going to take a shower. Does anyone else need to use the bathroom?"

That smile again – and then she was gone. I got up and went into the bathroom. The body lotion was sitting on the edge of the tub. Had she already used it? Was she refilling it? I unscrewed the lid and, as horny as I was, jerked off a second load directly into the opening and screwed it back on.

As the pressure in my bladder increased, my thoughts wandered further. Perhaps I could... tie up, they pee all over them while they are in kinkish outfits She knelt before me. Freshly creamed, arms above her head, legs spread.Her stiff nipples through the fabric, her partially shaved vulva thrust towards me. Then the warm stream on her face, into her hair, the pungent scent over the delicate chamomile fragrance.

At home, I masturbated to this fantasy. In front of the mirror, my semen running down the glass. I was looking forward to Saturday. I didn't just want to fuck her. I wanted to tie her up. Fix her wrists, her plump ass. whipping.

Saturday, second beer

Saturday afternoon: Shower, shave, a little perfume. Blue jeans, black shirt. The stirring feeling in my stomach, the lust. For me, she was sex personified. 

When I arrived, there were already people there. Leon opened the door, I grabbed a beer and mingled with the other guests. I saw her by the second bottle. Lena was standing at the punch table with a friend. When she noticed me, she gave a short grin. Red hair, green eyes, glittery lip gloss. She was wearing a white, almost see-through top and a short black skirt. A glimpse of her... transparent bra, Thin, not really concealing anything. I was blown away. 

Two hours later, the party was in full swing. Lena had already had several glasses and was tipsy. I was standing by the refrigerator when she appeared behind me.

"Give me two bottles too."

She looked up at me, her lips half-open. Something was stirring in my pants. I handed her the bottles. As she turned away, her breast brushed against my arm and she held on briefly. "Thanks." She wasn't that drunk yet. Was she playing games?

Around two o'clock it started to empty out. Markus had gone to his room with a girl. Lena's last friends said their goodbyes. Leon was still there, somewhere in the apartment, drunkenly shouting something about the toilet and another beer. The place was almost empty.

Fingers, neck, table

I went to the bathroom, grinned at the body lotion, and came back to the kitchen. Lena was leaning over the table, wiping things down. Her ass was sticking out towards me. I stepped behind her and put my hand on her shoulder. She turned around, looked at me with parted lips, almost submissive. Her hard nipples were clearly visible under her sheer top.

My arm was on her shoulder. She came closer.

I wanted to say something, but the words came out only in stammered form.

“Lena…”

She smiled very slightly, stroked her lips with her finger, put her finger in her mouth and slowly licked it.

That turned me on so much that I pulled her close and kissed her. She moaned, her hands digging into my back.

I lifted her onto the table and pulled her top over her head. Beneath it was her bra, thin tulle, her hard nipples clearly visible. I slid the straps off her shoulders, unfastened the clasp, and her breasts lay free in my hands, warm, firm, the skin already slightly damp. For weeks, this was exactly what I'd been thinking about. Every curt hello, every smile, every silhouette in the kitchen. Now she was here, and my cock pressed hard and heavy against the fabric of my pants, as if it had been waiting for just this moment.

My tight skirt rode up. My pants throbbed. I was so stiff it hurt.

She lay on her back on the table, legs spread; through the transparent thong I could see her partially shaved cleft. Her lipstick was smeared. 

She looked at me, her lips slightly parted, and her breathing was already quickening. Her breasts rose and fell beneath the thin fabric, her nipples clearly visible. I stepped closer, opened my pants, and pulled down the zipper. My cock sprang out, hard and thick, the head already glistening.With one hand I pushed her thong aside, feeling how wet she already was, her labia swollen and slippery. Without warning, I slid inside her—hard, deep, until I was completely engulfed in her tight, hot cunt. The table wobbled beneath us, the wood creaked. It felt even better than I had imagined: wet, tight, throbbing, as if she wanted to suck me in.

She moaned loudly, a raw, greedy sound that echoed through the room. I immediately put my hand over her mouth, squeezing hard, feeling her hot breaths crash against my palm. "Quiet," I growled as I continued fucking her, hard and rhythmic, the table rattling with every thrust. Her cunt smacked wetly around my cock, her juices already dripping down her thighs. I pulled it almost all the way out, leaving only the head inside, and then thrust brutally back in until my balls slapped against her wet slit.

Then I pulled out, turned her around, and pressed her upper body flat against the table. Her tits were pressed against the cold surface. I grabbed her wrists, pulled her onto her back, and held her there as I rammed into her again—from behind, deep, relentless. The angle was perfect; I hit that spot every time that made her tremble. She shuddered, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my cock, and she came hard. Her voice broke against the wood of the tabletop, a stifled, gurgling moan, as she tightened around me, letting hot wetness run down my cock and balls.

She startled briefly, her body still reeling from the aftershocks. I was just about to continue.

Leon comes in

But then the kitchen door opened.

Leon stood in the doorway, his pants still half-open, having just come from the toilet. The smell of beer and urinal clung to him. He blinked, needing a second. Really looking: Lena on the table, my cock inside her. He blinked a few more times, as if he needed a moment to process what he was seeing. Lena flinched. Her head jerked toward the door, her eyes widening. For a brief moment, she froze. She obviously hadn't expected anyone else to come into the kitchen. Her face flushed red, and she gave me a startled look. Leon looked at her first, then at me. Slowly, a wide, dirty grin spread across his face.
"You seem to be having fun."
I had to laugh.
"That's how it is, bro," I said, as if it were the most normal situation.
Leon grinned and leaned against the door frame.
"I thought you were already asleep," Lena replied.

Lena looked at him with that glassy, ​​humble glint. Then she turned her head and moaned softly while I was still inside her.

"Come here," she said hoarsely.

Leon hesitated briefly. There was this crazy, unspoken crackling between us, while outside in the hallway the music could still be heard faintly. Then he slammed the door shut behind him. Lena was still lying on the table; she rolled onto her stomach, and Leon approached. He stood in front of Lena. His cock was hard, and his pants bulged. Then Lena impatiently pulled it out of his pants and pressed his cock between her lips. She took it deep, moaning all around him. Saliva on her chin, a little shaky from the alcohol. At this sight, my cock also became hard again, and I pushed my stiff cock into her wet pussy. My thrusts sent her into a trance. MMF Well. That's not how I had imagined it at all. Not even remotely. And yet, I had to admit to myself that I liked it. More than I ever expected.

We switched. Leon fucked her, his hands on her hips, while she sucked me off.Then we laid her on the kitchen floor. I held her wrists firmly above her head, Leon knelt between her legs and thrust hard. She came loudly, her body convulsing. A sudden gush of fluid erupted from her, soaking the ground. She lay there, breathing heavily.

Then we took another one position: Me inside her pussy, Leon in her ass, slowly, with lots of spit, until she opened up and moaned. Two cocks inside her, alternating, together. She was completely surrendered, her eyes glazed, her mouth open.

When I came, I sprayed all over her tits and face. Leon pulled out and came on her stomach, one hand still in her hair, the other on his own cock, cursing quietly. Lena lay there, breathless, covered in our semen, her legs still slightly trembling.

Thereafter 

We helped her up. Leon wobbled to the cupboard, came back with a glass of water and the dish towel, and grinned. I sat down on the floor next to her and brushed her hair out of her face.

"And how do you feel now?" I asked, grinning.

"Couldn't be much better," she winked back.

Leon stood opposite us and said nothing for a while. Then he just said: "Guys, I need to sleep. It was a pleasure." 

The party was over. A friend was still asleep on the couch in the next room. Time to sleep.