Quickies

I’ve given myself personal challenges before, and one of them was to see how many quickies I could have in the space of a day. But the day I made my current record, I wasn’t even trying; everything just fell into place. This is the story of my current record of ten quickies in one day.

1. A Quick Shower

I woke up in a thin, brown-haired girl’s bed, spooning with her. She wasn’t awake yet, and she was facing away from me, so I wasn’t sure if it was worth it to wake up next to her, having not remembered the night before. But I’m a nice guy, so I like to wake up my one-night stands in the nicest way possible. I moved my hand under the covers, and found her pussy. I rubbed her thighs, pussy lips and clit.

She stirred, woke up slowly, and put her own hand on top of mine. She rolled over to face me, and kissed me. She was worth it, alright.

“Thanks for last night,” she said. “You were great. If you ever want a booty call, you’ve made me one.”

“You were great, too,” I said.

She kissed me again, then got out of bed, naked, so I watched her ass as she reached to the top of her closet to get a towel, and left the room.

I lay in the bed, just trying to remember how great a lay she was, when I heard the shower turn on. I wanted another piece of her to jog my memory.

I got up and threw the covers off. I was naked myself, so I grabbed another towel and went to the shower room. She left the door unlocked, so I went right in, and saw her through the steaming glass.

“Hey,” I said, “I need to take a shower, too, mind if I join you?”

She giggled, and said I could.

I got in, and she gave me the soap. I really had no intention of getting clean. We were cramped in the shower stall, and she was in the way of the stream. She faced away from me, rinsing off the front of her body. I reached around her and rubbed her breasts. I whispered in her ear “How about one more to remember me by?”

“I’d love to,” she said, still facing away from me, “I would really love to, but I have to get to class soon.”

“So do I,” I said, “so let’s make it a quick one for the road.”

She reached behind her, and felt my dick, half hard, getting harder. Her stroking put me up fast.

I lifted one of her legs, and slid my dick in her pussy from behind. With one hand, she balanced against the wall, and with the other she rubbed her clit. I slid her onto my dick, and pushed her flat against the wall with my body. I straightened up, and jabbed my dick inside her, making her jump. As I pounded her pussy, she had to raise herself onto her toes. On the leg that I had raised, her foot tapped the glass of the shower in synch with my jabs. She breathed heavily, rubbing her clit faster, getting ready to burst.

Her pussy tightened, and I jabbed a few more times as she came, before I came myself.

I set her down back on her shaky feet, kissed her on the cheek, and said “That’s one for the road.”

She smiled, and said, “One to remember you by.”

I kissed her again and got out of the shower stall. I grabbed one of the towels and went back into her room to dry off. I then found my clothes, put them on, and left. I had to get off to my Chemistry Lab.

2. The Shaft

With me, when I get horny, I don’t stop for a while, even after I cream. So screwing the brown-haired girl that morning in the shower only really made me want to fuck more.

So when my Chem Lab partner asked me if I swung the way he did, I said I could if the mood suited me. He took that as a ‘yes,’ and told me to meet me in the closest men’s room after the lab got over.

“That really depends on who plays the butch, and who gets the shaft,” I said.

“I take it you’re a lot manlier than I am,” my partner said, and I agreed.

After class I headed for the men’s room, and found him already inside. He went into the extra-wide handicapped stall and I headed in after him. He dropped his pants, threw his shirt off, turned away from me, and began stroking himself.

“We have to make this quick,” he said, bending at the hip, “I have a class in ten minutes.”

I don’t mind screwing guys too much, mostly because the girly ones are nice enough to shave their asses.

I pulled down my own pants, sporting a stiff one. I covered my dick in saliva, and pushed my dick into his wet ass. He ‘ooh’ed as I slid my dick in. I bent him over a little farther, and he grabbed the toilet seat.

I slid my dick in and out, moving faster, getting into the rhythm. I had to get his ass open a bit before I could fuck him with ease.

He kept himself up by keeping his grip on the toilet seat, but he didn’t need to masturbate to get off; what I was doing was plenty. His ‘ooh’s became ‘aah’s, and quickly enough his asshole pulsed over my dick, and he shot a load in the toilet and on the seat.

I continued to fuck him, nearing climax myself, his ass tensing over my dick helping out a lot.

“Don’t cum in me,” he said.

I prefer to cum inside my fuckholes, but I am also a generous guy, so when I felt like I was about to cum, I took my dick out of his ass, and slid it between his legs. I felt his balls rest over my dick, and when I squirted, it shot up onto his stomach and chest, and dripped into the toilet.

“Sorry about that,” I said, and tried to clean the cum off him with toilet paper.

“That’s not a big deal,” he said, cleaning himself too. “A little sticky, but easier to get off than trying to get it out of my ass before class.”

“As long as we’re cool,” I said. I pulled up my pants and left. My dick had no shit on it, which I liked about bottom-boys. They knew how to keep clean. But in any case, I went back to my dorm to take a real shower.

3. Sex is Art

My next class of the day was Figure Drawing, and for the first time this semester, instead of middle aged wrinkly women with sagging tits and stretch marks, we actually had an extremely good-looking woman to draw. She was in her late twenties, and had absolutely perfect tits.

I spent a lot of the class time trying to draw her tits, getting them perfect, exactly as they were, and in the process keeping a boner suppressed the whole class. Most of the men in that class did the same, I’ll bet.

Having to keep perfectly still for the time, she always let her eyes wander back to me, studying me the way I was studying her.

When class got over, she put on her robe, and came up to me. She slipped her hand in my pants, and said “Would you like to go somewhere?”

“I’d like to stay right here,” I said. I’d had sex twice in a bathroom so far, and I wanted a change of scenery.

When everyone left, I closed the door to the room and she got on a large table. She let her robe fall, and I took the first opportunity I could to feel her breasts. I played with her nipples, and then sucked on them. She sucked in breath, and probed a finger in her pussy.

I took off my clothes but tried to keep my mouth on her breast as much as possible. I kept my hand on her other breast, and she covered it, showing me how she wanted it done.

I climbed onto the table, over her, and put my dick in her pussy. She moaned loudly, and closed her eyes. She was in too much ecstasy to notice that students were coming in now for the next class, and I was enjoying myself too much to care.

Some of the students took this as a nice opportunity to crank one off, onto the canvas and call it art, even some of the girls, but others decided to draw the scene as it was. Those were artists. And I was an artist, fucking great art.

The movement wasn’t much in the hips or the lower area, but much more in what I did with her tits. I moved my mouth from one to the other, replacing it with a hand. Her head rolled and waved, like she was acting out a nightmare, but I knew this was her wildest dream.

Her legs wrapped around mine, and her whole body tensed up and shook. A shockwave swept over her as she came, and she seemed tired out from the orgasm. I slipped my dick out of her, and crawled up to her tits. I knew I would cum soon, and I wanted to fuck her tits before I did. I squished her boobs together, and slid my dick between them. Her hands took over, and she continued to rub her nipples, but keeping her boobs together for me to slide between.

When I came, I squirted over her neck. She didn’t seem to mind, or even notice, but continued playing with her tits.

I knew the instructor for the next class would be in soon. I decided a horrible pun would be best, so I whispered to her “I know some women like to be painted wearing their jewelry, but that pearl necklace has simply got to go.”

She giggled, but I knew she only found it funny because of the drowsy, satisfied mood she was in. I took her hand away from her breast, and pulled her up, into a sitting position. She opened her eyes and looked around for the first time, and noticed so many students watching her. Blushing, she went to the sink to clean my cum off her neck.

I got dressed and left without her noticing.

4. A Quickie to Go

I stopped for lunch at a fast food place across the street from the campus, which I’ll call Quickies. There was a smoking hot sixteen-year-old behind the counter. It would probably be statutory rape for me, but then again, I’d already had sex in public, and the law didn’t matter much to me.

She looked at me with hunter’s eyes, looking for a kill. But she stayed in a business mode, and said “Welcome to Quickies, may I take your order?”

I whispered to her, “Yes, I would like a small Quickie with a side of Orgasm, to go, please.”

She smiled and grew red. She whispered back, “In the girl’s bathroom in 30 seconds.” Bathrooms are the standard public fuck-place, I suppose.

I headed right inside the bathroom, and she came in soon after me. I picked her up and put her ass on the sink. I pulled off her super-tight jeans and she unbuckled my belt. I pulled her underwear down, and she pulled my pants and boxers down.