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Pure Lust
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Molly.
I hadn't seen her in three years. Close to four. We grew up together, living just a few blocks away. I dated her younger sister for a quick minute in high school. And me and her twin brother were best friends. Still are.
After high school, I quickly got married to a girl I met my freshmen year of college. The marriage lasted four terrible years and as soon as I graduated, we divorced and I left the city. The state. Nearly the country, if the company that hired me didn't convince me to stay.
Molly waited until after she graduated to get married. But hers lasted about just as long. And was just as bad. However, she stuck around our hometown after her divorce.
We started messaging on Facebook about a year ago. Mainly just catching up or venting. Until one night, it started to turn sexual. She was lonely. So was I. Before long, we were helping each other get off. From a thousands apart.
Until tonight.
We knew about her brother's wedding for the last three months. And we were both extremely worked up. We knew it wasn't love. It was pure lust.
Molly was about half a foot shorter than me and I was six feet tall. She had brown hair that went past her shoulders, ending right above the middle of her back. She had a narrow nose, high cheekbones, a pointed chin, and a perfect smile. She ran track in high school and yearly marathons since then. Her breasts were a decent medium-sized and she loved to show them off. Her ass and legs were shaped from years of running.
It was the night before the wedding, and we were at the rehearsal dinner. I had just flown into town, having enough time to get from the airport to the old church in town, where the dinner, wedding, and reception were all being held. Luckily, John, my friend, was cool with me coming to the dinner in jeans, a white shirt, and a gray blazer.
Molly, on the other hand, looked amazing. Wearing a tight burgundy dress that was cut low on the chest and went only to her mid-thigh, both her breasts and ass were on full display.
As soon as I walked through the door, we locked eyes. The last text I sent her before boarding my plane that morning said, "Can we wait until my hotel tonight?"
When I landed, her response was, "No. I'm fucking you at the dinner."
I made my way around the room, greeting John, his family, and other old friends, all amazed that I was back in town. I had made my hatred for the area pretty well known. I told them all that only John getting married would bring me back in.
And Molly too.
I greeted her last, sitting down next to her at the table just as the food was being served. As we ate, I could feel her feet playing with mine. When she stood up to give a toast, I watched her as she pulled her dress down. I already knew that she had a matching thong under it. She had teased me with pictures and videos before boarding the flight.
With the dinner starting to wrap up, I was talking to John when Molly walked over to me, put her hands on my shoulder and said, "Hey Corey, can you come help me with something?"
I told her sure, told John I would get with him later, and walked out of the church's cultural hall behind Molly, my eyes glued to her ass, my hands itching to touch it. Glancing back over her shoulder at me, she said, "There's a little supply closet up here that locks from the inside."
"Do I even want to know how you know that?"
"Did some scouting when we first got here," she responded.
We found the room she wanted, walked inside, and immediately locked the door. I finally reached out, put my hands on her hips, and turned her to face me. Looking up at me, her face softened and she said, "Hi. I can't believe this is happening."
"Me either," I responded, pulling her in close.
"Let's not waste it," she said before pushing up on her tiptoes to kiss me.
I eagerly returned the kiss and immediately started to move my hands around her body. I rubbed the exposed skin of her back, then went down to her ass, finally taking it in my hands and squeezing it. She moaned into my mouth as her hands went to my jeans and started to undo them.
After pulling the zipper down on my pants, she pushed them down enough to wrap her hand around my shaft and started to rub me up and down. I slipped my hands under her dress and grabbed her bare ass, squeezing a handful of it.
When I was fully hard, Molly ended the kiss and squatted down in front of me, pulling my boxers and jeans the rest of the way down. With my hard cock in front of her for the first time, not just a picture or a video, Molly stuck out her tongue and ran it up and down my shaft before wrapping her lips around my tip and sliding her mouth down my cock.
She put her hands on my legs to hold herself steady as she started bobbing her head up and down. I ran my fingers through her brown hair, keeping it out of her face, and applying just a gentle amount of pressure as she blew me. "Fuck, babe, that feels good," I moaned as I watched her taking me in and out of her mouth.
I eventually had to pull Molly off me, lifting her up as I said, "We have plenty of time for that later. Right now, I want your pussy."
As Molly stood up, I kissed her again as I used my hands to pull her dress up. I kept one hand pulling it up while I used my other hand to cup and rub her pussy, feeling how wet she was through her thong as she moaned into my mouth.
I pushed her thong to the side as I slid my finger up and down her slit, spreading her wetness around. I let go of her dress as I moved my hand up to her chest, cupping and squeezing her breast. I stopped kissing her lips as we walked backwards until we hit a white cinderblock wall, with Molly putting her hands against it.
As I kissed her neck and slid my finger into her pussy, pulling it in and out, Molly quickly pulled her arms out of the straps of her dress, and pulled it down, exposing her breasts. They were medium-sized, firm and natural. She often complained that they either got in the way as she ran, or she had guys staring at them as they bounced. I always laughed, because she loved to send me videos of her running and flashing me.
I kissed down to her exposed breasts, running my tongue around one of her nipples, feeling it growing hard at my touch. As I sucked it into my mouth, Molly wrapped her hand back around my shaft, softly rubbing it up and down. With my finger moving in and out of her, my mouth moving between her breasts, sucking and licking each of her nipples, and Molly stroking my shaft, the supply room we were in was quickly filled with the sounds of our moans.
"I'm so ready for you," Molly whispered.
I quickly pulled my finger out of her pussy and turned her around. She put her hands on the wall, bending over slightly, and spread her legs. I stepped behind her, pushing her dress up, exposing her ass to me, and gave it a light little spank, making Molly moan. I rubbed her pussy again, going over top of her thong, amazed at how soaked she was.
"Fuck, Corey, just fuck me already. I think we've teased each other enough, don't you?" Molly begged, pushing back against me.
I laughed a bit as I grabbed onto her thong, pulled it to the side, and revealed her moist, clean shaven pussy. I licked my lips, wanting to get a taste of it, but knew I could wait until later.
I wrapped my hand around my cock and guided it into her entrance. I put my hands on her hips, pushing forward slowly, enjoying the feeling of finally being inside her and hearing her moan. After bottoming out in her, I held myself still for a moment, not wanting to forget the feeling.
"Fuck, Corey, we can enjoy ourselves later. Just fuck me like you're been telling me you would!"
At Molly's command, I started thrusting back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her. Over and over I went, Molly using her hands on the wall to push herself back against me. I looked down, watching as her ass shook with every hit of my groin and saw a perfect view of her pussy lips engulfing my cock.
I started to move my hands around her body, excited to finally be able to touch her. I grabbed and squeezed her ass, then moved around to her front, cupping and squeezing her breasts, feeling her nipples against my palm. Molly continued to moan as I slammed into her, shoring herself up against the wall.
"Oh fuck, Corey, yes! Fuck me! Harder! I can't believe we're finally fucking doing this," she moaned, her head hanging down, her hair falling with it.
"Me either. You feel so fucking good," I told her, using my fingers to pinch and rub her nipples as I slammed into her.
"Yeah? So does your cock. You ready to fill me yet? I want your cum so fucking bad," she moaned, flipping her hair to the side so she could turn her head and look at me.
"I'm close. Real fucking close," I told her.
"Spank my ass. Let me feel it," she said seductively.
I let go of her breasts, moving my hands back to her butt. I alternated spanking each of her butt cheeks, turning them red. I could feel her pushing back against me every time my hand came down and my cock pushed inside her, moaning at the same time. I was pretty certain that there was going to be a crowd of people waiting for us when we were done with how loud she was getting.
"Do it, Corey. Fucking fill my pussy with your cum. I want it leaking down my fucking leg!"
I couldn't believe how dirty of a mouth Molly had. Through text or on the phone was one thing and always got me going...but hearing it in person, I was ready to explode.
I moved my hands to her hips, digging my fingers into her skin. I held tightly onto her as I started to orgasm, my loud moans joining hers. I pushed deep into her, nearly shoving her head against the wall, as my cock shot cum out of its tip.
"That's right! Oh yes, baby! Fuck, your fucking cum feels so fucking good!" Molly moaned, using her hands to push back against me as I filled her up.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Oh yes," I moaned, finally letting go of her hips, and pushing in one last time. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my orgasm finished. Per Molly's request, I hadn't climaxed in a week, and it showed in the intensity of the orgasm.
"My God, Corey. That was awesome. We need to go say goodbye and get to your hotel," Molly said as I pulled out of her and took a step back. She quickly fixed her thong before standing up straight and turning to face me.
I was still breathing deeply, attempting to stuff my cock back into my boxers. Molly laughed, then came to help me, patting my groin and saying, "This fucker is going to be a tired boy by the end of the weekend."
Molly wasn't joking. We stayed up half the night, playing with each other until I was hard again, finishing inside her before we fell asleep. She started off the next day with a blowjob. For the wedding, she wore a dress just as short as the one from the dinner and we took full advantage of it on between the wedding and the reception, using my rental car and a hidden corner of the parking lot to get her off.
During the reception, we tried to sneak off, but couldn't find a time to. She kept teasing me all night, either pushing against me, "accidentally" brushing my groin, or even flashing me a few times when nobody was looking. By the end of the night, I was so ready for her, the lust in my body taking over as we walked out to my car. I didn't want to wait to get back to my hotel, and we ended up fucking right in the parking.
The lust continued back at the hotel room. By the end of the night, falling into the bed exhausted, we had fucked all over the room. On the dresser. By the window looking outside. On the bathroom counter. Numerous positions. I finish all over her breasts, watching as she used her fingers to rub it in and lick it off.
I had to leave early the next morning, but that didn't stop us from having one more lust-filled, exhausting session. I dropped her off at her parents house before heading to the airport and flying home.
When I landed, I was greeted by a picture of her pussy and a message saying, "I'm sore as fuck but already missing your cock."
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Posted on : Feb 12, 2026
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