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Chapter 11 by Rknudson Rknudson

Who?

Apartment 5G

Almost running through my apartment, I didnt have time to worry about getting dressed. I didnt give a shit about my modesty at the moment, not like I could have any, considering that stupid outfit.

I scanned the cooridor of my building and to my dismay it was completely empty. I shouldnt have been suprised however considering the sun hadn't even come out yet. My eyes dated to the familiar sound of a television as well as see light spilling out from under the apartment three doors down from my own. I wasted no time going to it and began repeatedly knocking. It felt like a lifetime of waiting but I could hear the shuffling coming from inside the aprtment before it finally swung open.

The guy that opened it looked vaguely familiar, I had seen him in the building and had tried to flirt with me once. I couldnt recall his name though. I thought it might have been Mike, or Mitch, or something like that. It didnt really matter to me at this point.

He was short guy, with kempt brown hair, looking young enough to be just out of high school. He did have somewhat of lanky figure for his size and didnt seem to posess the traits of my typical tastes towards men but now wasnt a time for me to be picky. I didnt bother to look much at anything other than what he had in his pants, or in this case pajamas, anyway.

His eyes grew wide at the sight of me standing there naked with a ravenous look upon my face.

"Hi, Can I..." He seem to almost stammer.

I cut him off before he could finish by pushing him back and quickly began trying to strip the lad of his clothing, I assumed he was aware what was happening to all women now and would kmow exactly what to do.

He seemed more than a little suprised at my aggresive behavior but I didnt want to waste anytime talking, I needed relief already. I pushed him back further kicking the door behind me the door closed with my bare foot, while my hands were occupied trying to untie a drawstring around his flannel bottoms. When I finally got them off I noticed his dick still hadnt quite reached its ability to perform and would need additional motivivation.

Although I quickly helped him out, it didnt take much, only took a few strokes of my hand before he was up for the task. He seemed almost clumsy at playing with my newly enhanced breasts and began to finger me awkwardly. I wasnt sure if he was inexperienced or perhaps even still a virgin. I didnt care anyway and I didnt want any foreplay, I was already soaking wet and just needed his thing inside me. It wasnt long before he had me on the floor, legs above me and his spindly body between them.

The moment he found his mark, my orgasm began before his shaft had even made its full stroke, although it continued to stretch for much longer. My eyes closed, I began to shake and wasnt even sure how long I was climaxing, before it finally ceased. Everything seemed so surreal and confusing. My rational brain seemed to be booting up and all I could feel was someone thrusting into me as my recollection slowy began to return.

I immediately began to panic when I realized what it would mean it this punk blew his load...

What next?

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