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MAN NO. 1

It was just turning light in the room. I saw her lying there, dead to the world. Her head was hanging off the dirty beige couch. I walked up. I stood over her. I touched her breast, it was heaving up and down. My finger sunk in and I gripped my cock.

Her cheeks looked puffy. Her eyelids were dark. I pulled up her skirt. I was breathing so hard that I thought I might wake her. I started peeling down her underwear. My finger got stuck around the elastic. She was shifting around. I knew I had to go faster. I pulled her underwear down to her knees. I felt like I was running without moving. I thought she was going to wake up. I held the head of my cock, put it right where she was splitting. I spread her lips with two fingers.

Then I climbed onto the couch and grabbed her thighs with my knees. I pushed my cock up her. Fuck, I couldn’t help it. She started making these grunts. My heart was pounding.

I dropped so my palms ended flat on the couch beside her tits. There was a coffee stain beside her neck that looked like a smeared star. I felt her warm jiggling against my wrists. I was sliding my dick in and out of her now, it was going all the way in, my cock hard inside her. I couldn’t stop doing it, grunting with her. She felt like she was coming through the back of me. Every time I pumped toward her head it made her boobs shake more. I saw the slits of the whites of her eyes. I didn’t know if she knew it was me. I couldn’t stop fucking her body. And her insides were getting hotter, her hips pushed up to meet me. She was breathing faster than me now. Her lips were limp, I saw her tongue.

Moving in and out, I wanted to finish, I wanted to come, my cock was going in and out and she was whipping her head side to side. On one stroke, we stuck together with my dick pushing up in her before bursting, and I toppled to pull out, my come shooting on her stomach.

I lay there breathing heavily, flat on her flesh. I wanted to say something to her, my lips were near her neck. I could smell food behind her in the cracks of the pillows.

These little whines were curling out of her mouth. I wanted to say something to make her stop. I didn’t know what to say. I’m sorry, I wanted to say something like that, I’m sorry. But I felt a stem in my throat and I started coughing. The next thing I knew I was pushing off her completely. Standing over her. She was still lying there dead to the world. The smell of something humid, that dirty beige couch, the smell of her was all over me.

‘I can’t open my eyes!’ she whispered.

I felt sick to my stomach. She was scaring me now. The whites of her eyes were flickering under her lids. It was like she was watching me from the window of a train. I’d pushed off her too roughly. I walked out of the room, fast, down the hall. I shut myself in her bathroom. The bath mat was burgundy, shaggy and wet. I heard her yelling after me, ‘You fucked me in my sleep! You fucked me in my sleep!’ I knew that if I stayed in there long enough, she would fall back asleep so I could leave on my own.