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wall, both of us pretending the emptiness opposite didn’t matter.

A few days later the new people started moving in upstairs.

I saw two men carrying furniture up the narrow stairs. Being a decent neighbour, I made two coffees and took them up. I was wearing a short black pleated skirt, sheer hold-ups, and a thin white cotton top that didn’t do much to hide the black lace bra underneath. Heels clicked on the stairs.

The taller one introduced himself as Michael, mid-thirties, dark hair, easy smile, solid build under a faded T-shirt. His friend was James, a bit broader, lighter eyes, the kind of look that undressed you without apology. James was a wearing a pair of old faded tracksuit bottoms and from the way he tented at the front made my pussy clench. I wanted to get his cock out there and then and ride it. They both took the coffee and thanked me, eyes flicking over the stocking tops that showed when I reached up to hand them the mugs. James’s gaze lingered longest. I was sure at that point that he wanted to fuck me.

Nothing happened that day. But the air had shifted.

Two days later James knocked on my door. Michael was out, he said. He’d just called round. One look at the way his eyes dropped to my chest and I knew exactly where it was heading. I let him in. We didn’t bother with coffee. He had me pinned against the wall inside a minute, skirt rucked up, knickers shoved aside, thick cock pushing into me in one hard thrust. I came on him twice before he pulled out and finished across my tits. We ended up in my bed for another round, slower, deeper, the kind of long fuck that left me limping the next morning. He left with a grin and a promise that this wouldn’t be the last time.

A few days after that I was heading out for Saturday shopping when I bumped into Michael and a woman on the stairs. She was gorgeous, long red hair that caught the light, a short red skirt that showed endless legs, a tight top, high heels. Jennie. His girlfriend. The second our eyes met something clicked. She was looking at me the same way Alesha used to look at me across the corridor. When they continued downstairs she glanced back over her shoulder, winked, and smiled.

A week or so later I was coming home from work, still in my office blouse and pencil skirt, when I met her on the landing. She was in jeans and a soft jumper this time, red hair loose.

“Fancy a coffee?” I asked. “I need one.”

“Love one.”

I opened my door. The moment it clicked shut behind us she pulled me against her and kissed me. Hard. Open-mouthed. Her hands slid under my blouse and found bare skin. I kissed her back just as fiercely, the weeks of missing Alesha’s mouth suddenly pouring into this new one.

“I’ve wanted you since that first look on the stairs,” she said against my lips.

“Feeling’s mutual.”

We never made it to the bed. Clothes came off in a trail across the living room. By the time we reached the sofa we were down to lingerie, black lace on me, pale pink on her. She pushed me down, straddled my thigh, and started grinding while we kissed. Her hands were everywhere: squeezing my tits, pinching nipples through the lace, sliding between my legs to feel how wet I already was. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” she murmured. “Been thinking about this?”

“Since that wink you gave ne when we first met.” She laughed softly and reached behind me to unhook my bra. The second my tits were free she lowered her head and sucked one nipple into her mouth, hard, while her fingers slipped inside my knickers and found my clit. I arched up, moaning. She switched to the other breast, biting gently, then harder, until I was writhing under her.

I got her bra off next and returned the favour, sucking her pink nipples until they were stiff and shiny, while my hand pushed her knickers aside and slid two fingers into her. She was just as wet as I was. We fingered each other like that for long minutes, kissing, whispering filthy things between breaths.

“I want to taste you,” I said.

She shifted so she could lie back on the sofa and I knelt between her thighs, peeling the pink lace down her long legs. Her pussy bush was neatly trimmed (and it was apparent she was a natural redhead), and already glistening. I licked a long stripe from her entrance up to her clit and she sighed like she’d been waiting for it. I settled in properly, tongue flat, then pointed, sucking her clit while two fingers curled inside her. She held my head and rocked against my mouth, telling me how good it felt, how she’d touched herself thinking about my mouth after that first meeting.

When she came it was with a quiet, shaky cry, thighs tightening around my ears. I kept licking until she pulled me up and kissed the taste of herself off my lips. Then she pushed me onto my back and returned the favour with equal hunger. Her tongue was clever, relentless. She added a third finger when I begged for more and didn’t stop until I came hard enough to leave a wet patch on the sofa cushion.

We stayed there for another hour, taking turns, using fingers and mouths, sometimes just grinding clit to clit while we kissed. Toys came out eventually, I fetched the rabbit from the bedroom drawer and we took turns riding it while the other watched and licked whatever was available. By the time we finally stopped we were both shaky and smiling.

“This is going to be a problem,” she said, tracing a finger through the mess on my thigh. “In the best way.”

“Good.”

That was how it started with Jennie.

A day or so later I texted Alesha. She was already settled in the new place but still came back to Pimlico when the mood took her. I told her about Jennie. She replied with a string of filthy emojis and Bring her. I want to watch you with her. Then join in.

We arranged it for the following Friday. Alesha arrived first, kissed me like she’d been starving, and had me bent over the kitchen counter with two fingers in my cunt before Jennie even knocked. When the knock came I answered the door still flushed and bare from the waist down. Jennie’s eyes widened, then darkened with pure lust.

“Come in,” I said. “She’s already started without you.”

The three of us barely made it to the bedroom. Clothes disappeared. Alesha and Jennie kissed for the first time while I watched, then both of them turned on me. Mouths on my tits, fingers in my cunt and arse, tongues swapping between my clit and each other’s. Toys came out again, the rabbit, a smaller bullet, the thick dildo. Alesha fucked me with the dildo while Jennie sat on my face. Then they switched. I ate Alesha while Jennie rode the rabbit and made herself come watching us. At one point I had the dildo in my cunt and Alesha’s fingers in my arse while Jennie sucked my nipples and whispered every filthy thing she wanted to do to both of us.

We came and came until we were exhausted, then lay in a sweaty heap talking about nothing and everything, Alesha’s new chambers, Jennie’s job in marketing, how ridiculous it was that I seemed to collect beautiful women who liked sharing me. Normal conversation threaded through the afterglow until desire rose again and someone reached for a toy or a breast or a cunt.

A few days after that I found myself alone with Michael.

It started innocently enough, he knocked to pickup a parcel that had been left with me. I was in a thin robe and little else. The look he gave me made the decision easy. I pulled him inside, locked the door, and had his cock out within a minute. It was thick, not as long as James’s but heavier, the kind that stretched me in a different way. I dropped to my knees and sucked him slowly, looking up, letting him watch his shaft disappear between my lips. He groaned and tangled his fingers in my hair.

“Jennie said you two have been having fun,” he muttered. “Said you were filthy.”

“She’s not wrong.”

I stood, pushed him onto the sofa, and straddled him, sinking down onto his cock in one wet slide. We fucked like that for a long time, slow at first, then harder, my tits in his face so he could suck and bite while I rode. He liked talking almost as much as the women did.

“Look at you taking it. Jennie’s little neighbour slut. She told me how you taste. How you like to cum on a tongue. Fuck, you’re tight.”

I came on him twice before he flipped me onto my back and drove into me harder, one hand on my throat just light enough to feel possessive, the other rubbing my clit. When he finished he pulled out and came across my stomach and tits. I scooped some up with my fingers and licked it clean while he watched.

We cleaned up, talked for a bit about ordinary things, his work in IT, the noise from the street, whether the upstairs heating was as rubbish as mine, then he fucked me again over the arm of the sofa before he left. I texted Jennie afterwards: Your boyfriend has a lovely thick cock. Thank you for sharing.

She replied with a photo of her fingers in her own cunt and the caption Told you. Next time both of us.

The threesome with Jennie and Michael happened the following week. They came down together after they’d had dinner dinner. We started with wine and conversation that gradually turned dirtier. Jennie kissed me first while Michael watched, then she guided my hand to his cock through his jeans. Clothes came off in stages. I sucked Michael while Jennie sat on his face. He fucked me from behind while she played with my clit and kissed me. At one point she held my tits together so he could slide his cock between them, the head nudging my lips on every thrust so I could taste myself on him. Toys appeared again, the rabbit for Jennie while Michael fucked me, then the dildo for me while she rode his face. Anal happened almost naturally: Michael worked a well-lubed finger into my arse while he was still in my cunt, then replaced it with his cock once I was begging. Jennie licked my clit the whole time, murmuring how pretty I looked stretched around him.

We went for hours. Oral, fucking, fingering, tit play, the occasional sharp spank when someone asked for it. Conversation never really stopped, praise, instructions, laughter, the odd ordinary remark about whose turn it was to make coffee afterwards. By the time they left I was covered with bite marks and handprints and so thoroughly used I slept like the dead.

James came back into the rotation soon after. Jennie confirmed what I’d already suspected: she and James had been fucking on and off for two years; he was the one who’d introduced her to Michael. When she found out I’d already had him she only laughed.

“You don’t waste time, do you?”

“Never saw the point.”

The circle tightened. One evening a few weeks later the four of us, me, Jennie, Michael, and James, ended up in my flat with no particular plan except that everyone was free and horny. Alesha was in chambers working late; my stepfather was away on a work trip. It started with drinks and music and the kind of loose, flirty talk that only needed a spark.

Jennie kissed me first, slow and deep, while the two men watched. Then she pulled James in. Michael’s hands found my tits from behind. Clothes disappeared. Someone produced the bag of toys I kept under the bed. What followed was less a series of neat scenes and more a long, rolling tangle of bodies.

I ended up on my back with James’s thick cock in my mouth while Michael fucked my cunt When James pulled out Jennie sat on my face the reverse cowgirl, so I was licking her while she leaned forward to suck James cock. Later I rode Michael while James pushed into my arse, the double stretch making me shake and moan around the vibrator Jennie held against my clit. Tit fucking happened in the middle of it, James sliding between my breasts while Jennie licked the head on every upstroke. Anal, oral, fingering, toys in every combination we could invent. Someone was always kissing someone else. Someone was always talking, filthy praise, demands, the occasional breathless laugh when a position got too complicated and we had to rearrange.

We took breaks for water and to catch our breath, ordinary conversation slipping in between the heat: work complaints, a funny story about the upstairs plumbing, whether anyone had eaten proper food that day. Then desire would rise again and the kissing and sucking and fucking would restart.

By the early hours the flat smelled of sex, sweat and lube. I had cum so many times I felt hollowed out and glowing. Jennie was draped across Michael, still occasionally grinding against his thigh. James was tracing idle patterns on my stomach with sticky fingers.

No one mentioned Alesha or my stepfather. This was a different circle, a new one that had grown in the space she’d left. I missed her,still visited her, still fucked her when our schedules matched, but the ache had softened into something I could carry.

I looked around at the three of them, all of us naked and used and smiling in that lazy post-orgy way, and felt the same familiar spark that had started everything with Alesha months earlier.

“Same time next week?” I asked the room.

Jennie laughed first. Michael nodded. James just reached over and pinched my nipple, already half-hard again.

“Earlier,” he said. “And bring a bigger plug.”

I smiled, stretched, and felt the pleasant ache in every hole.

“Deal.”

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