Ctrl+Z Doesn’t Work on Dicks

Belgrade, Jun 2020

Stefan leaned back into the worn leather of his computer chair, the muted light of sunset casting shadows across his apartment walls. His laptop was already open, webcam positioned lazily on a stack of books, an open beer sweating beside his keyboard.

The familiar ding of Zoom cut through the silence.

"Ajdeee, konačno!" Jelena's voice burst into the call, her video coming into focus with her sprawled out across her couch in boyshorts and an old Partibrejkers tee. Her nails were chipped, a half-finished bottle of rakija already visible in the background. "Stefan, you're late. Again."

"Technically," he said, his voice calm and amused, "you're just early."

Another chime. Ivana joined. Neatly composed, as always. Her dark hair was tied in a braid over one shoulder, her silk robe revealing a hint of bare collarbone and smooth thigh. Behind her, soft white curtains fluttered with the breeze. Always minimal. Always elegant.

"Hi," she said, glancing into the camera with a small wave. "Can we please keep this one semi-civilized tonight?"

Jelena snorted. "No promises."

Stefan lifted his beer. "Only if you're pouring me another one."

They all chuckled as the fourth square popped up.

Marija had arrived.

She looked effortlessly radiant in a thin tank top and no bra. Her nipples subtly pushed through the fabric, her eyes outlined in smudged liner, cheeks glowing from either makeup or mischief. Probably both.

"All right," Jelena said, already pouring herself another. "Let's talk about the important things: who's getting fucked during the Covid apocalypse?"

Stefan didn't answer, just took a slow sip and smirked.

Ivana rolled her eyes. "I'm in a relationship. That doesn't mean I'm getting any. Filip's been quarantined in Novi Sad for three weeks. We're doing the whole long-distance suffering thing."

"Wait, you still haven't seen each other since lockdown started?" Marija asked, genuinely surprised.

"Nope. Just video calls and disappointment."

"Well, at least you've got a boyfriend," Jelena sighed. "All I've got is a drawer of batteries and a playlist of moaning male ASMR with rough doggy-style videos."

Marija gave her a playful side-eye. "Not all of us are dry."

That caught everyone's attention.

Jelena raised a brow. "Wait. Wait."

"I mean..." Marija trailed off, tracing the rim of her glass. "There might have been someone."

Ivana tilted her head. "What do you mean might?"

"You either did or didn't," Jelena said.

Marija hesitated, then looked directly into the webcam. "Okay. I did."

Stefan sat perfectly still, watching.

Jelena gasped like she'd just seen Jesus in a towel. "WHO?!"

Marija's lip curled into that slow smile of hers. "You know him."

"Marija!" Ivana's eyes widened.

Stefan knew what was coming before she even said it.

"It was... Stefan."

For a second, no one spoke.

Jelena's mouth hung open. Ivana's expression was frozen, her wine glass paused halfway to her lips.

"You're fucking joking," Jelena said finally. "You fucked Stefan?!"

Marija nodded once, slowly. "Yeah."

Stefan stretched his legs under the desk and said nothing.

"Oh my god," Jelena whispered. "When?"

"Last Friday," Marija replied. "I was tipsy. He lived like 2 streets away from me so he invited me over to borrow that shitty HDMI converter so i can hold my work calls. We had some wine. Then... yeah."

Jelena found her voice. "You never said anything!"

"I wasn't planning to," Marija said. "It just slipped."

Jelena leaned into her camera. "Okay but like... how was it?"

Marija licked her lips. "Exactly how you'd expect."

"I need specifics," Jelena demanded, flushed with alcohol and curiosity.

"I don't kiss and tell," Marija teased.

"Liar."

"Okay, fine." Marija sighed, dramatically. "We didn't start in the living room. We didn't even make it to the bedroom. I was on his couch. Legs spread. My panties still on. He just moved them aside. Like it was nothing."

Jelena's mouth parted, slightly. She was staring.

"And?"

"And," Marija smirked, "he's big. Like... I bigg."

Jelena nearly dropped her glass.

"No. Fucking. Way."

"He was slow at first, then" Marija shivered, just from the memory. "You know that moment when it goes from nice to filthy? Yeah. That."

"Jesus," Jelena whispered, fanning herself with one hand. "I knew the rumors weren't bullshit."

Ivana was completely quiet. Her cheeks flushed now, pupils dilated slightly. Her boyfriend Filip was far, far away and very not Stefan.

Stefan finally spoke. "You all could've just asked me."

Ivana blinked. "Excuse me?"

He smiled. "You've all been dancing around it for months. It's not like I haven't noticed."

"Oh?" Jelena leaned back, grinning. "And what exactly have you noticed, Mr. Big Dick Energy?"

Stefan's voice dropped, low and deliberate. "The stares. The way your tone shifts when I talk. The way Ivana licks her lips when she's thinking. Come on i mean we been chatting so much lately clearly sexual tension was building for all"

Ivana gasped. "I do not"

"You just did."

Her face turned crimson.

Marija bit back a laugh. Jelena was practically squirming now, fingers tracing the rim of her shot glass.

"Are you flirting with us, Stefan?" Jelena asked, biting her lip.

"I'm answering your questions."

"And if we ask for proof?" Marija challenged, her eyes glinting.

Stefan raised an eyebrow. "You want me to stand up?"

Jelena looked like she was about to combust. "YES."

Ivana whispered, "You wouldn't."

He didn't move.

But he didn't say no either.

The silence stretched, thick and molten.

"I think we need another call," Marija said, voice low. "Just the three of us. No distractions."

Ivana tried to look outraged but her camera betrayed her. Her thighs had shifted. Her breathing had deepened.

Jelena smiled wickedly. "Or... maybe a little game next time. Truth or dare. But... with stakes."

Stefan leaned forward, gaze steady. "You sure you're ready for that?"

Another silence. Electric. Dangerous.

No one logged off.

Not yet.

After 20 minutes they ended the call for that night and went to bed.

Few days later.

The group chat was quieter at first this time. No drinking games. No sex jokes. Just the low hum of four people nursing boredom and pretending not to think about what had been said the days before.

But everyone was thinking about it.

Especially Ivana.

Especially Stefan.

He noticed the way her eyes clung to him just a second too long. Her voice had a new softness, like every syllable she spoke was being measured, like she didn't trust herself to say the wrong thing.

Jelena, on the other hand, was all fire. Tonight she wore a low-cut tank top that showed off the swell of her tits and a pair of black shorts that barely covered her ass. Her legs were folded up in her chair, her fingers dancing idly across her thigh whenever Stefan spoke.

Marija, already smug from having been there, leaned back against her pillows, smirking as she scrolled through her phone. Her tank was thin. No bra again. She knew what she was doing.

"Alright," Jelena said, setting her shot glass down after her third rakija. "I've been dying all week. I need to know if you were lying."

"About?" Marija teased, pretending to be coy.

"Don't. You said Stefan's dick was a top lvl experience. I need clarity. I need charts."

Ivana shifted. "Jesus, Jelena."

"What? I'm serious." Jelena leaned in, eyes sparkling. "It's quarantine. I haven't seen an actual cock in two months. Let me live vicariously."

Marija stretched lazily. "I already said what I said. If you want the rest, maybe you should find out for yourself."

"Oh my god, I will."

Stefan finally spoke, his voice low and calm. "You know you're not exactly being subtle Jelena."

"I'm not trying to be," Jelena fired back. "You could've shut it down last week. You didn't."

He raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to?"

Jelena stared straight into her camera. "I think I want to see it."

The room went quiet.

Ivana's breath caught in her throat.

"Come on," Jelena continued, her voice dipping into something softer, darker. "We're all adults here. We've all talked about it. Marija's clearly still glowing. Ivana's practically biting her tongue. And I'm... curious."

"Jelena," Ivana said carefully, "I don't think that's"

"Why not?" Jelena turned to her. "You've got Filip. You're the safe one. You'd never do anything, right?"

Ivana didn't respond.

Stefan leaned forward just slightly, elbows on his knees.

"You all really want proof?"

Marija smiled slowly. "It's only fair don't you think so Stefan we are all friends here."

Jelena nodded eagerly.

Ivana said nothing but her fingers were curled tight into her robe.

"I'll show it," Stefan said, his tone calm and even, "but if I do... it doesn't end there."

"What does that mean?" Ivana asked, her voice a little too breathless.

"It means if I show you," Stefan replied, "you're not just looking. You're reacting. I want honesty. I want confessions. Real answers to what you really think."

Jelena licked her lips. "I want to see it."

Marija purred, "You already know my answer."

Ivana's voice was quiet. "This isn't fair."

"No," Stefan said. "It's true."

There was a long pause.

Then, slowly, Stefan stood.

His hands went to the waistband of his shorts, and for a brief second, the screen froze everyone completely still as he pulled them down.

And there it was.

Ivana gasped out loud.

Jelena's jaw dropped.

Marija just smiled, like she was watching a rerun of her favorite scene.

Stefan's dick was everything Marija had described and more thick, veiny it was just meaty. His pubes were dark but trimmed, framing the sheer weight of it. It didn't just look good it looked perfect.

Jelena actually whimpered.

Ivana's hand slipped down, pressing between her thighs almost instinctively.

"Holy. Fucking. Shit," Jelena whispered. "It's a good dick i can't lie."

"I told you," Marija said smugly.

Stefan didn't say a word. He just let them look.

"That's really big, how bigger can it get?" Ivana guessed softly, eyes locked on the screen.

"Well i can't give you all the info," Stefan replied.

"And... thick," Jelena added, licking her lips. "God. Imagine choking on that."

Ivana exhaled shakily, trying to hold herself together.

"You okay over there?" Marija asked her playfully.

"I... I shouldn't be watching this," Ivana murmured, but her eyes never left the screen. "This isn't right."

"But does it feel wrong?" Stefan asked teasingly.

She didn't answer.

"I think we should make it a game," Jelena said suddenly, her voice husky with lust. "Next idea. Everyone brings toys or something they have. Everyone tells the truth. We push it. See who really wants what."

Ivana was already rubbing her thighs together, breath shaky.

Stefan's cock twitched, the thick tip glistening with a bead of precum.

"Are you sure Filip would approve?" Marija asked Ivana with a smirk.

Ivana stared into the camera and said nothing.

But her silence said everything.

The screen flickered as another drink was poured, tension melting slowly back into the room like warm oil on skin. No one had said a word about what happened during the last conversation not directly. But everything about the way they looked at Stefan was different now. Felt like a entertainment they needed but didn't get during this pandemic.

More lingering glances.

More tongue biting.

And when Jelena crossed her legs tonight, she made sure the camera caught the flash of skin above her thigh-high socks.

Stefan sat back, arms behind his head, stretching until the hem of his t-shirt lifted just enough to reveal the toned trail of hair that led below his waistband.

"So..." Jelena finally spoke, her grin unmistakable. "Let's get back to what really matters."

"Which is?" Marija asked, already knowing.

"Dick," Jelena answered flatly. "We got a preview last time. Now I need context."

"I gave you context," Marija said, lazily swirling her wine. "You didn't believe me."

"I believe you," Ivana murmured, before she could stop herself. Then quickly added, "I mean you're not the type to lie about stuff like that."

Marija smirked but said nothing.

"Oh yeah?" Jelena turned, locking eyes with Stefan. "How big is it, really?"

Stefan chuckled. "Didn't you get a good look?"

"I want numbers," she said. "And maybe something to compare it to. I'm a visual learner."

Ivana took a slow sip of her drink, not speaking but her cheeks were already flushed.

"I had my suspicions," Marija said, looking at Jelena, "that you were a bit of a size queen."

"Guilty," Jelena shrugged. "I mean, it's not everything, but it's... a lot."

"Big big," Marija repeated, teasing now.

"Oh, come on," Jelena groaned. "I'm over here three months deep in a dry spell, and you're just casually dropping bombs like that?"

"You could've found out like I did," Marija grinned. "It wasn't exactly hard."

"Fuck you," Jelena whined. "Seriously. I'm losing my mind here. And now I'm stuck picturing Stefan with a third leg."

"Visuals don't do it for you?" Ivana asked, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

"I'm more... mental than visual," Jelena explained. "Like, porn is whatever. But the idea of a real guy packing serious heat? That gets me."

"Regular guy, huh?" Stefan said, cocking an eyebrow.

"Don't get me wrong you're hot. But still. You're not, like... a porn star."

Stefan gave a slow smile. "You sure about that?"

Jelena's eyebrows raised. "Wait, are you?"

"No," Stefan laughed. "But if you want a frame of reference..."

He reached over and grabbed the remote from the coffee table a chunky Samsung remote, black, with smooth rubber buttons.

Jelena blinked.

"No," she whispered.

He held it up. "About this long. Maybe a bit longer."

"Get the fuck out," she gasped. "Seriously?"

"Not quite as thick," he added. "But the length? Pretty accurate."

Marija sat back with a knowing smile. "Told you."

Ivana's breath caught in her throat. Her thighs pressed together, but she kept her hands off-camera.

"You're all evil," Jelena said, fanning herself. "You know I'm horny and fragile."

"That's a pretty fair comparison."

Marija laughed. "Oh god, imagine we find a porn-star that resembles Stefan."

Ivana "That would be bad."

"You're picturing it now, aren't you?" Jelena teased her.

"I'm not... well, maybe a little," Ivana said, voice tight.

Then, quieter: "This isn't fair."

Marija leaned in toward her camera. "You want to see it, don't you?"

"I can't," Ivana said. "I shouldn't."

"But you wanted to," Stefan said.

Ivana didn't reply. She just looked away.

Meanwhile, beneath his desk, Stefan was already half-hard. The talk, the heat in their eyes especially Ivana's conflict it lit a fire in his blood.

Marija saw it first. She noticed the subtle shift in his posture, the way his shoulders tensed. She smirked.

Jelena, clearly tipsy and too far gone to care, leaned forward. "Okay, real question. Is it... pretty when hard? Or does it look like a scary flesh-club?"

Marija laughed. "It's hot. Like, really. Clean. Pink. Big mushroom tip, veins all over it like google maps, upward curve to the left a bit. Honestly? Kinda beautiful."

"Fuck," Jelena moaned. "I hate you. I'm going to need a toy after this call."

"Use your hand," Marija teased.

"Not the same."

They kept talking, but Ivana's silence was louder than all of them.

That's when Stefan did it.

While the girls kept laughing, he leaned over just enough to place Ivana's name into a private DM on his phone.

Stefan (private):

Want a real look?

Her eyes widened on camera but she didn't respond.

A minute later, her phone buzzed in her lap.

She looked down.

Opened the message.

And gasped.

It was a photo.

Taken just now.

From above.

Stefan's cock laid out thick and heavy across his thigh. The remote beside it for scale.

Ivana's fingers gripped her phone like a lifeline.

On camera, she said nothing.

But under her robe?

Her hand had finally moved.

The night went on they laughed talked about the pandemic and politics. Series that are interesting to watch on Netflix etc... So it was time for bed they all went to sleep zoom call ended.

The next day.

It started as a joke.

A few memes in the group chat. Some vague references to "that remote." Then, like clockwork, Jelena dropped in late-night with:

"Ok, so... i might found someone that looked like Stefan and its a pornstar?"

Stefan replied:

"What. Why?"

"Because if you really look like that below the belt... I need visuals. Academic research and all."

That led to another Zoom call.

Mid-week this time. Casual. No alcohol. Just barely restrained lust simmering beneath polite conversation. Ivana said she wasn't staying long Filip was due to call but she stayed.

They always did.

"Which video should I click?" Jelena asked, screen-sharing her incognito browser like it was a goddamn TED Talk.

"Look for the one with the bratty babysitter," Stefan said, hiding his smirk.

"Oh, I see it. 'Bratty babysitter doesn't do what she is told and gets fucked?'"

"That's the one."

"Pffft. She's literally eating on the sofa with her tits out while talking on her phone," Jelena laughed after a few minutes how absurd it is to think someone does that and is at work.

"Skip forward. There's a blowjob part," Stefan instructed.

Ivana wasn't saying a word.

But her eyes hadn't blinked in over a minute.

There was silence for about thirty seconds as Jelena jumped around in the clip.

Then she said it.

Quiet. Like she forgot she was unmuted.

"... Nooo. Really? This is what your penis looks like?"

Stefan just leaned back and said, "Uh huh close enough."

"Well fuck me," she whispered more to herself than anyone else.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Marija teased.

"Who wouldn't? This is a perfect example," Jelena gushed. "Does it really look like this, Marija?"

"Well, Stefan is trimmed. But yeah, the shape? The curve? That's very close to him," Marija confirmed.

Ivana finally spoke.

"... It's really thick."

Marija grinned. "You've been watching closely, huh?"

"Shut up."

Jelena was still transfixed. "Like... the size of it. Jesus."

"It's not just the size," Marija said, smug. "It's the way he uses it."

"Oh my god, you're so annoying," Jelena whined. "I want to know what it feels like."

"You said you were mental, not visual," Stefan teased.

"I changed my mind," she said, eyes glued to the screen. "I want both you can't blame the girl for wanting something."

Then something happened.

Something subtle.

Stefan felt it first his dick hardening, heavy and pulsing in his lap from the sound of them talking about him like that, he liked the attention in a weird way. The clip was still playing on screen, the babysitter now gagging on the actor's cock, wet sounds filling the silence.

Stefan shifted. The fabric of his joggers now stretched tight around the base of his shaft.

Then a private message popped up.

Ivana (private):

Does it really look like that when you cum?

He stared at the message.

Paused.

Then slowly started to pull his waistband lower, letting his thick shaft spring free below the camera's edge.

Stefan (private):

Want to see?

No reply.

But a few seconds later, he saw Ivana's hand rise to her mouth. She bit her nail and nodded. Barely.

Stefan decided to test something out.

Stefan (private):

Are you still watching? Nod if you do.

She nodded again.

Then, without a word, Stefan reached for his phone.

He hit record.

Angled it down.

And wrapped his fist around his cock.

Slow, deliberate strokes. His thumb pressed under the ridge of his swollen, blushed tip exactly where he knew it would send a pulse up his spine. His cock glistened already, precum leaking over his fingers.

None of the girls on the call could see it yet.

But he knew.

He knew.

Especially Ivana.

He texted the clip to her.

No words. Just the file.

Seconds later, her eyes widened on camera.

Her breath hitched.

He watched her reaction live as she saw him stroking, veins bulging down his shaft, balls tightening in frame.

Marija glanced at Ivana's screen. "What are you watching?"

"Nothing," she said, too quickly.

"She's blushing," Jelena laughed.

"Shut up," Ivana snapped.

But Stefan could see her now. One hand in her lap. Her robe slipping from one shoulder. Her thighs pressed tight. Her pupils blown wide.

Then another private message popped up:

Ivana (private):

Are you about to cum?

He typed:

Stefan (private):

Watch the table.

Her eyes darted back up.

The camera hadn't moved.

But Stefan had.

He shifted, tilted the cam down just a hair. Not enough for the others to see anything clearly but Ivana could.

And then it happened.

His fist pumped once, twice

"Uhhh fuck"

A thick, hot rope shot across the edge of the coffee table, landing in messy streaks just below the laptop's edge.

Ivana gasped.

Marija blinked.

Jelena's jaw dropped.

"Wait," Jelena said. "Did you just did you cum?!"

Ivana didn't move.

But her hand was now under her robe.

And Stefan... just sat there, panting.

He didn't say a word.

But the evidence was there dripping.

Glinting in the low light.

Jelena bit her lip. "I want to see it next time."

Stefan looked directly at the camera. "Next time?"

Ivana was still frozen. But her camera shook ever so slightly.

Like her fingers were moving fast.

After the call ended, after the screen went black and the chat fizzled into silence, Stefan sat in the quiet of his apartment, still hard.

The cum streaks had dried on the coffee table.

Ivana hadn't messaged again.

But someone else had.

Jelena.

Jelena (DM):

Sooo... was that a one-time show?

Or do I get an encore?

Stefan smirked.

But before he could reply, another notification popped up.

Ivana (DM):

I came.

While watching.

That's... not okay, is it?

No, it wasn't.

But it was so okay.

He was about to type a reply when his phone buzzed again. Different tone. This one from a different chat Marija had just dropped a pic in their private thread.

It was a cropped screenshot of her cleavage. Tight, pressed together under her tank top. Captioned:

Bet you miss this mouth already.

He felt his cock twitch again. The mental turn on was so high for all of them, but for different reasons.

And just like that, the group that had once laughed over frozen pizza and bad memes was now orbiting around a single gravitational force.

Stefan putting on a show for the girls.

Meanwhile...

Ivana sat on the edge of her bathtub, robe around her waist, her thighs still glistening.

Filip had called five minutes ago.

She hadn't answered.

Her phone buzzed again. A message from Jelena this time.

Jelena:

Did you see how much he came?

That shot went farther than my last Tinder date lasted.

Ivana started typing something back, then stopped.

She opened Stefan's DM again.

Scrolled up to the short video.

Watched it. Again.

Then... her thumb hovered.

Photo.

She aimed the camera downward. Her robe fell open just enough to show the tops of her thighs. Her panties were soaked nearly transparent cotton stretched taut against her slit.

She hesitated.

And then...

Send.

Back at Stefan's

The image popped onto the screen and hit him like a lightning bolt. He opened it full screen: Ivana, legs together, the wet outline of her cunt perfectly visible through sheer white cotton.

No words.

Just raw, breathless submission.

He felt his shaft throb. But before he could even respond, Jelena messaged again.

Jelena:

Okay, I need to see it up close.

Just one pic. That's fair, right?

He wasn't sure what the hell was happening anymore. He was hard. He was tempted.

So he made a decision.

He pulled off his shirt and lowered his joggers. His cock stood at full mast again thick, veined, curved up proudly like a weapon.

He grabbed the Samsung remote.

Lined it up along the underside of his cock.

The swollen tip edged just past the top, pulsing.

He angled his phone down.

Snap.

Another from a side angle.

Snap.

And then, just for her, a third photo his balls in full view, heavy, pulled tight, his shaft arched in all its glory. A single bead of precum perched at the tip.

Send to: Jelena.

But he didn't stop there.

He added Ivana to the message thread.

Then Marija.

It was done.

No words.

Just the image.

Across Belgrade, the notifications hit them one by one.

Jelena's screen lit up as she lay in bed. She gasped. Then laughed.

"Oh my god, he did it."

She didn't wait.

She slipped a hand under her blanket, pulled her tank top down, and sent back a short video her fingers already swirling slow circles around her soaked clit.

Marija opened it while brushing her teeth. She didn't reply just bit her lip, pulled her panties down with one hand, and slid the phone between her legs with the other.

Ivana just stared.

Her chest rose and fell. Her breathing shallow.

She was past shame now.

She was desperate.

She replied.

Ivana:

I want to feel it.

Not just see it.

It was supposed to be a quick call.

Just a little mid-week check-in, a shared bottle of wine or two, maybe someone half-naked by accident the usual.

But once Stefan's dick pic dropped in the group thread like a war crime, all bets were off.

Jelena had started it.

She sent a selfie cleavage out, tongue touching the rim of her wine glass with the caption:

"This meeting could have been an orgasm."

Stefan replied:

"Be careful. I still have have marks on my table."

Marija reacted with the fire emoji.

Ivana just read it.

And then Jelena said the words that made the air heavy:

"Alright, dicklord. Let's see you stroke that monster on cam."

"You realize this is sexual harassment," Stefan said, leaning back in his chair, smirking into the camera. "Where's HR?"

"You're HR," Jelena shot back. "Hung Resource."

Marija snorted from behind her wine glass. "God, that was terrible."

"Shut up, translator girl," Jelena said. "You're just mad you're not the one doing the subtitles for this stroke sesh."

Ivana, flushed and visibly trying not to make eye contact with anyone, muttered, "I can't believe we've become this."

"What? Emotionally unstable cam girls?" Jelena grinned. "Speak for yourself, I've been waiting to weaponize my boobs for years."

"You're drunk," Ivana laughed.

"Drunk and horny," she said proudly. "Like every Serbian woman stuck in quarantine."

Marija leaned in. "You really want him to jerk off on Zoom?"

"Yes," Jelena said flatly. "We've all seen the remote. We've all seen the photo. I want to see the final boss fight live."

Stefan raised an eyebrow. "Is this a dare?"

"This is a challenge," Jelena said, holding up her glass like she was announcing a duel. "Dick duel. Dickuel. Whatever. Get it out."

"I can't believe this is my life," Stefan muttered. "Fine."

He stood up, adjusting the angle of his webcam slightly. A few seconds later, his cock was on screen half-hard already, heavy and thick across the crotch.

"Oh my god," Ivana said, turning her face but not her eyes. "Every time I see it I lose ten IQ points."

"Same," Marija added. "I almost failed to spell 'penis' just now."

"That's not even fully hard," Jelena pointed. "It's like his cock is just showing up to work, hasn't even clocked in yet."

"Can you not compare my dick to a salaryman?" Stefan groaned, gripping the base and starting slow strokes.

"Sorry," Jelena smirked. "It's just so... professional-looking."

"Okay, what the fuck does that mean?" he laughed.

"It looks like it owns real estate," she said. "Like it's gonna sell me a condo and then rearrange my insides."

Marija actually choked on her wine. "Jesus fucking Christ."

Ivana buried her face in her hands. "I am in a committed relationship."

"And yet," Jelena teased, "your camera is shaking like a washing machine."

"I'm not touching myself!" Ivana protested.

"Then start, you coward!" Jelena fired back.

Meanwhile, Stefan was rock hard now. His hand glided with ease, veins bulging down the sides of his shaft. He adjusted, letting his balls swing into view.

"Okay, now I'm convinced this is AI-generated," Jelena said. "That can't be a real dick."

"I told you," Jelena whispered. "It's the final boss of cock."

Stefan groaned, jaw clenched. "You really want to see me cum, huh?"

"Yes," Jelena said. "I want to see the table suffer."

"Table's already seen things," Stefan said through his teeth. His pace quickened, strokes now wet and noisy from his own spit. "Fuck, I'm close."

"Do it," Jelena said breathlessly. "Explode like a busted pipe."

"What?" Ivana cried.

"Shut up and enjoy it!" Jelena hissed, hand down her pants now.

"Here it comes fuck"

And just like that, Stefan groaned hard as the first shot blasted out of his cock, hitting the table with a loud, wet splatter. Then another. And another. Four full, pulsing ropes before it slowed into a thick, steady drip down his shaft.

Silence.

Then

Jelena clapped. "Bravo! We have a winner!"

Marija raised her glass. "Best solo performance by a Serbian dick, 2020."

Ivana, bright red, muttered, "I hate all of you."

"Liar," Jelena grinned. "Your thighs say otherwise."

A minute passed. Stefan reached for a napkin.

"I'm gonna need, like, a Swiffer for this shit," he said, cleaning up.

"Wait!" Jelena called. "Don't wipe it yet!"

"Why not?!"

"Send me a pic of the crime scene."

"Oh my god," Marija said. "You're going to build a cum scrapbook, aren't you?"

"I call it my Dicktionary," Jelena replied proudly.

"I'm blocking you," Ivana groaned.

"I'm sending this to your priest," Marija added.

Jelena ignored them, focused on Stefan again. "Hey."

"What."

She grinned wickedly.

"Same time tomorrow?"

"Okay," Jelena said, swirling her wine like she was about to toast a royal court. "Let's play a game."

"Oh no," Ivana mumbled, already regretting it.

"It's like Truth or Dare," Jelena grinned, "but sexier. And sluttier. And more traumatizing."

"That's not a pitch," Marija muttered.

"It is now," Jelena said. "The rules are simple. You pick: Truth... or Cum."

There was a moment of silence.

"... What does that even mean?" Stefan asked, stroking his beard, still half-hard from the earlier "Table Tragedy," as Jelena had so eloquently named it.

"If you choose Truth," she said, pointing at the screen like she was presenting a game show, "you answer the question. No dodging. No sugarcoating. Brutal honesty."

"And if you choose Cum?"

"You have to do something," she said, eyes gleaming. "Something hot. On camera. Something real."

"Like what?" Ivana asked.

"Could be anything. You stroke. You moan. You finger yourself. You send a pic. You lick your toy like it's a goddamn ice cream cone. Whatever the group decides is appropriate punishment for your slutty little soul."

"This sounds... terrible," Ivana whispered.

"This sounds amazing," Marija countered. "I'm in."

Stefan looked at the screen. All three girls were already shifting. That heat was back the kind that made your clothes feel like they were too much.

"Alright," he said. "I'm in too."

Jelena clapped. "YES. Let's go full chaos."

Round One: Ivana

Jelena's eyes lit up. "Ivana. Truth or Cum?"

Ivana looked nervous already. "Truth."

"Coward," Jelena smirked. "Okay. Have you ever fantasized about cheating on Filip?"

Ivana froze.

The group went dead quiet.

She swallowed. "Yes."

No one said a word.

"More than once?" Marija asked gently.

"... Yes."

"Oh fuck," Jelena whispered. "We're off to a START."

Round Two: Marija

Stefan raised an eyebrow. "Alright, Marija. Truth or Cum?"

"Cum," she said immediately, like it was her love language.

"Damn," Ivana laughed. "You didn't even flinch."

"What can I say? I'm consistent."

"Alright," Stefan said, adjusting his seat. "Show us how wet you are. Right now."

Marija just smirked. She set her phone down at thigh level and opened her legs.

She wasn't wearing anything under her sleep shirt.

Everyone saw the glisten.

Ivana made a sound like she'd just watched a car crash. Jelena let out a dramatic gasp.

"Ma'am," Stefan said, "You are dripping."

Marija winked. "Told you I like to watch."

Round Three: Stefan

"Okay, cock commander," Jelena grinned. "Truth or Cum?"

Stefan leaned back. "Let's try Truth."

"Coward," Jelena said again.

"Get a new line," he shot back.

"Fine. Would you fuck all three of us in the same night if we gave you the chance?"

He didn't even hesitate. "Absolutely why not, you live only once."

"Order?" Marija asked.

"Jelena first," Stefan said. "Because she'd make it a competition. Then Marija she'd drag it out, make me earn it. Ivana... last."

"Why last?" Ivana asked, voice tight.

"Because you'd feel the guiltiest," he said, eyes locked on hers. "And that makes it so much hotter."

Ivana actually whimpered.

Round Four: Jelena

Marija licked her lips. "Jelena. Truth or Cum?"

"Cum," she said, already tugging her tank top down.

Ivana held her face in her hands. "Here we fucking go."

"Dare?" Marija asked.

"Hit me."

"Take your favorite toy," she said, "and suck it off like it's Stefan's dick."

"Oh, this is so my kind of party," Jelena grinned.

She grabbed something purple and terrifying from her nightstand drawer.

"Goddamn," Stefan muttered. "That's not a toy, what even is that a monster shaped vibrator."

She gripped it at the base, locked eyes with her webcam, and took it deep.

Her lips wrapped slow around it, her spit glistening. She moaned, pushing down until her nose pressed the shaft.

Marija was openly touching herself now.

Ivana whispered something that sounded suspiciously like, "Holy fuck."

Jelena pulled off with a pop and said, "Next?"

Round Five: Stefan

Ivana, flushed and wide-eyed, locked on him. "Truth or Cum?"

"Cum," Stefan said.

"Oh my god," Jelena gasped. "That was hot. Say it again."

"Cum," he said slower.

Everyone squirmed.

Ivana cleared her throat. "Your dare is... edge yourself for five minutes. Hands only. Don't cum until we say."

"You're evil," he groaned, pulling his sweatpants down.

His cock was already semi-hard, twitching with anticipation. He started stroking slow, perfect pressure, dragging it out while staring directly into the camera.

Marija counted aloud: "One minute... two..."

"God, look at it," Jelena whispered. "That head is angry."

"I want to kiss it," Marija said.

"I want it to ruin me," Ivana added, before she realized she said it out loud.

All three girls went quiet.

Then burst into laughter.

"Ivanaaaa," Jelena sang. "You horny little homewrecker!"

"Shut UP," Ivana yelled, face red.

"Three minutes," Marija whispered.

Stefan's hips twitched. His cock was rock hard, leaking, pulsing in his fist he grabbed it with both hands jerking it off.

"Ivana," Whispered. "Holy fuck, he uses both hands to jerk off and there is still some left at the top."

"Jelena" Yelled!. "If you need two hands how many would i need damn."

"Don't you dare cum yet," Jelena growled.

"Almost... fuck" he grit his teeth.

"Five!" Marija said. "Now!"

Stefan groaned, hips bucking as the first jet of cum launched across his abs. Thick white streaks spilled over his hand, dripping down his shaft in long, slow lines.

Jelena moaned. "I'm making that my phone wallpaper."

Round Six: Ivana

Jelena turned to her, wicked. "Truth or Cum?"

Ivana hesitated. Shaking.

Then: "... Cum."

All three turned to her.

Marija smiled gently. "What do you want us to tell you to do?"

Ivana looked at Stefan's cum-covered chest on screen.

"... Tell me how to touch myself."

He leaned forward, voice low, commanding.

"Take off your panties. Show me."

She did reluctant, trembling but soaked. Panties peeled off sticky, strings of slick clinging to the fabric.

"Now rub two fingers over your clit," Stefan said.

She obeyed.

Marija was already moaning softly. Jelena whispered "fuck me" like it was a prayer.

"Keep going," he said. "Faster. Say my name."

"Stefan," she gasped. "Fuck Stefan."

"You're not allowed to cum," Jelena grinned. "That's for next round."

Ivana screamed in frustration and slapped her thigh. "You're all demons."

Stefan sat back in his chair, sweat beading at his temples, his cock still rock-hard from edging and dripping from the last round. The girls were flushed, glowing, half-naked in the glow of their screens. A room full of aroused chaos.

Then Jelena leaned in with that wicked, shit-eating grin.

"New round," she said, voice thick with heat. "We call this one... Imagination."

Stefan raised an eyebrow, already stroking lazily from base to tip. "How does it work?"

"Simple," she purred. "Each of us takes a turn. We describe exactly how we'd fuck you. In detail. No bullshit. No poetic metaphors. Just real shit. Filthy, wet, nasty."

Ivana groaned. "Oh god."

Jelena pointed at her. "If you moaned three times last round, you're playing."

"Fine," Ivana mumbled, already fidgeting with her robe.

Stefan smirked. "Who goes first?"

"I do," Marija said, her voice low, sultry, soaked with anticipation. "I'm starting slow. I want him aching."

"I'd take you to my bed," she began, curling her fingers into her sheets, "but I wouldn't let you touch me. Not at first."

Stefan stroked slowly, watching her eyes. Listening.

"I'd sit on your face while your cock stayed untouched. I'd slide my pussy across your mouth, grind my clit on your tongue until I'm dripping all over your cheeks. I'd make you lick everything every drop. Your face would be soaked in me before I ever let you put your hands on me."

Ivana gasped softly.

Marija wasn't done.

"Then I'd crawl down and ride your dick. Slow. Deep. One inch at a time. I'd tease you until you're throbbing, begging to cum but I wouldn't let you. I'd grip your cock with my pussy and whisper in your ear: 'Not yet, baby. Not yet.'"

Stefan groaned, his cock twitching in his fist.

"And just when you're shaking," she said, her voice going breathy, "I'd slide off you, straddle your chest, and jerk you off while you lick my ass. That's how I'd make you cum. With my fingers on your shaft and your tongue in my hole."

"Oh my god," Jelena whispered, mouth open. "That was a TED Talk."

"I need water," Ivana said, fanning herself.

"Next," Marija purred.

Jelena's Turn

"You bitches are too romantic," she said, already naked from the waist up. "I'd ruin him."

"Oh no," Stefan muttered, adjusting his grip.

"Oh yes," she grinned. "I'd start by sitting on your lap while you game. I wouldn't even let you log off. Just pull your shorts down and drop onto your cock, bouncing in silence while your headset's still on. I want to hear you try not to moan while you play fucking Valorant."

Marija burst out laughing.

Stefan exhaled hard through his nose.

"And then," Jelena continued, "once you're hard and leaking, I'd pull you to the floor, throw my legs over your shoulders, and let you fuck me like you're trying to shake the walls down. No slow rhythm. No finesse. Just thrust. Balls slapping my ass while I scream your name and tell the neighbors exactly whose cock is rearranging me."

She was rubbing her clit fast now, her tits bouncing as she shifted in her seat.

"And I wouldn't stop when you cum," she said, voice breaking. "I'd keep fucking you through it, riding that cock till you can't feel your legs. Then I'd spit on it and suck the cum out of your tip like a good little slut."

Stefan let out a sharp grunt.

Ivana was rubbing herself now. Visibly. She didn't care anymore.

Ivana's Turn

She was quiet at first. Then she whispered:

"I'd come over at night. While Filip's out of town."

Silence.

"I'd tell myself I was just visiting. But I'd already shaved. Already wet. Already thinking about your cock."

Stefan slowed his stroke.

Ivana closed her eyes.

"I'd sit beside you. Close. Our legs touching. And when you offered me a drink, I'd say no. I'd look at your lap. At that bulge. And I'd whisper, 'I want to see it again.'"

Jelena and Marija leaned forward. Hanging on every word.

Ivana kept going.

"You'd pull it out. I'd stare. I'd drop to my knees and kiss the head. Lick your shaft. Taste your pre-cum. Then... I'd ride you."

Her voice shook.

"Not fast. Not rough. Desperate. My pussy would be soaking your cock. I'd grind down until I was stuffed, full, stretched. I'd moan your name like I'd never said it before. Like it belonged to me."

"Fuck," Stefan whispered, barely holding on.

"And right when I'm about to cum?" she said. "I'd tell you: Don't pull out."

The chat exploded.

Everyone was moaning, touching, trembling.

"Okay," Jelena said breathlessly. "Who won?"

"Me," Stefan groaned. "I can't hold back fuck"

His whole body jerked.

One

Two

Three long, thick spurts of cum blasted over his abs, running down to his hips, his balls twitching.

He let out a low, guttural fuck as the final drops spilled over his fingers.

The girls clapped like lunatics.

"Holy shit," Marija laughed. "That was... criminal."

"I need a cigarette," Jelena groaned, slumped in her chair.

Ivana?

Silent.

Panting.

And when her cam shifted downward... her fingers were still deep between her thighs.

That was one hell of a night for them all.

Four days later they decided in the group chat that a zoom call can be arranged tonight.

The video call opened with silence.

Unusual for them.

No teasing. No jokes. Just anticipation.

Then Jelena popped on screen already topless, already smirking, already up to something.

Marija raised an eyebrow. "You look like you just did a line of coke and bought a sex dungeon."

"Close," Jelena grinned. "I bought a toy, it arrived today."

Stefan adjusted his cam, settling back in his chair. He wasn't hard yet, but his cock already twitched in his shorts like it knew where this was going.

"Another one?" he asked.

"This one," she said slowly, "reminded me of you."

She reached off screen and came back with it.

It was thick. Fat. Curved upward. Purple and semi-transparent, with a heavy vein texture and a flared, swollen head that looked dangerously familiar.

Stefan's cock surged.

"Oh my god," Marija laughed. "It looks like his evil twin."

"I named it Kurcomir," Jelena said proudly. "Because he fucks me just as dumb."

Stefan choked on his beer.

"That thing looks illegal," Marija added. "Like it needs to be registered with the city."

Ivana's camera flickered on, then off.

Then she messaged the group chat:

"Sorry, brb. Something came up."

Stefan raised a brow. Jelena barely noticed.

"Guess it's just the three of us," she said, already biting her lip.

The Show Begins

Jelena kicked her legs up and pulled her panties off with a practiced, one-handed tug.

"No teasing," she said. "We've all seen the goods. You came on your table. I moaned through a countdown. Let's skip to dessert."

She leaned back in her chair, legs spread wide, and placed her new toy Kurcomir right at her entrance. She was glistening already ready.

Stefan pulled his cock out, already hardening in his grip.

Marija just smiled, bare thighs visible, hand resting between them.

"Holy shit," Stefan muttered as Jelena slid the toy in.

It filled her. She arched her back as the head popped inside, and even through the screen you could see how tight she was.

"Oh my god," she moaned. "It's too much I love it."

"Just like him?" Marija teased.

"Worse," Jelena gasped. "This one doesn't flirt back."

Stefan's cock was at full mast now, pumping slowly in his fist. He couldn't take his eyes off her. The way her tits bounced every time she shoved that beast deeper. The wet sounds. The slight shake in her thighs.

Jelena was into it no pretending, no fake moans. She fucked that toy like it owed her money.

Marija was rubbing her clit in slow circles. Calm. Focused.

"Keep going," she said softly. "Don't stop. Make it messy."

Stefan groaned.

Jelena whimpered. "I'm getting close fuck this thing's hitting my cervix."

"You're soaking it," Marija whispered. "I can see it. You're going to cum so hard."

"Count me down," Stefan panted. "Please."

"Oh my god," Jelena laughed, breathless. "He's begging. I love this timeline."

"Ready?" Marija said, her voice like silk. "Stroke it harder."

Stefan did. His cock gleamed under the light, his abs tightening as the pressure built.

"Now watch her," Marija whispered. "Look at her tits bouncing. Look at that thick cock splitting her open. Look at the way she wants it."

Jelena's eyes rolled back. "F-Fuck, I'm"

Marija's voice sharpened. "Three."

Stefan's hand blurred.

"Two"

Jelena screamed.

"One."

Stefan's body jolted as the first rope exploded across his stomach. Thick, white jets painted his abs, his hand, the underside of his desk. He groaned loud, raw, body shaking with it.

Jelena cried out at the same time, legs twitching, her pussy gushing around the base of the toy as she fucked through her orgasm, hips grinding desperately.

Marija just smiled.

"Good boys and girls," she said, smug. "Look at you both. Wrecked."

The screen stayed quiet for a moment.

Stefan slumped back in his chair, cock still twitching, cum smeared across his torso.

Jelena wiped her forehead, laughing breathlessly. "Okay... Kurcomir is staying in rotation."

Stefan chuckled. "Should I be jealous?"

"No. I might just bring him over for a double feature."

Marija grinned. "Where's Ivana?"

The screen stayed blank.

Then a single message popped up from her in Stefan's DM:

Ivana (private):

I watched.

I touched myself.

I didn't want anyone to see.

I need to talk to you. Alone.

Stefan stared at it.

Then wiped a smear of cum from his abs.

The message came long after midnight.

Stefan had just finished jerking off to the image of Jelena's flushed, cum-starved face when the DM blinked onto his screen.

Ivana (private):

I can't stop thinking about your cock.

I see it every time I close my eyes.

I dream about it stretching me open.

I need to feel it.

I want you to make her watch.

He read it three times.

His cock barely soft twitched back to life instantly, responding like a loyal dog to its master's call. He reached for it out of instinct, the way a smoker reaches for a lighter.

Before he could type anything back, another message came in.

Ivana:

I'll be there in two days i have a work approval to travel now during the lockdown.

Don't tell Jelena.

I want to surprise her.

I want her to see what she missed.

I want her to know it's me you came inside first.

He leaned back, hand around his shaft, heart thudding, imagining every word.

She wasn't teasing anymore.

This wasn't flirting.

Ivana had made up her mind.

Two Days Later -- 10:47 PM

The apartment was spotless.

Not because Stefan was tidy but because he knew. He had vacuumed. Changed the sheets. Lit a fucking candle. The playlist was low and slow, bass-heavy beats pulsing in the background like a heartbeat.

He didn't pace, but his mind did.

What would she say when she arrived?

Would she hesitate?

Would she beg?

Would she ask for his cock like it was air?

The buzzer rang once.

Sharp. Clean. Decisive.

Stefan buzzed her in without a word.

Moments later, soft, confident footsteps echoed up the hall. Then a knock three short raps.

He opened the door and there she stood.

Ivana.

Hair down, dark and wild over her shoulders, lips glossed and parted just slightly like she was already catching her breath. Her eyes fuck, her eyes were locked onto him with a hunger that hadn't been there before. Not like this.

She wore black leggings clinging to every curve of her hips and ass like a second skin. Her top was loose, but the outline of her bare tits was unmistakable. No bra. No games.

Just sin.

"Hey," she said.

It was the softest 'hey' he'd ever heard.

Not shy.

Just... dangerous.

She stepped in without waiting for an invite, brushing past him like it was her apartment and he was just the fucktoy who lived in it.

The door closed.

She didn't speak.

Didn't sit.

Didn't ask.

She turned, stepped to him in three slow, deliberate movements, and put her palms flat on his chest.

Then her hands slid downward.

Over his stomach.

Past his waistband.

To the thick, twitching heat already rising in his pants.

She looked up at him, eyes wide, lips parted.

"I didn't come to talk," she said. "I came to taste."

And then she dropped to her knees.

She didn't yank his shorts down right away.

No this was ceremony.

She curled her fingers under the waistband, slow, dragging it down his thighs inch by inch until the tip of his cock popped free, already flushed, already slick with pre-cum.

It bobbed in front of her mouth like it knew it was about to be worshipped.

Ivana stared at it like a relic. Like something she needed to feel alive.

Then finally she opened her mouth and moaned softly before she even touched it.

She started with her lips. Just the head. A kiss so gentle it barely made contact.

Then a lick.

The flat of her tongue pressed under his tip, curling upward to catch the drop of slick gathering at the slit.

"Mmm," she hummed, licking her lips.

She looked up at him again.

"Jelena doesn't know what she missed."

Stefan groaned, placing a hand on the back of her head, tangling his fingers into her hair. He didn't guide her. He didn't have to.

She wanted this.

She planned for this.

And she wasn't going to waste a second.

Her mouth opened wide as she took him deeper first halfway, then again, then again, until her lips were brushing the top of his trimmed pubes and her throat was making tight, swallowing sounds around his shaft.

She gagged once.

Pulled back.

Spit trailed from her mouth to his cock as she coughed and smiled.

"Fuck, it's so big."

"You came for this," he said, gripping the back of her neck.

"I came for you."

She dove again, bobbing her head now with full intention, working him with mouth and hand, spit dripping down to her wrist, her pace messy and desperate.

The wet, slick sounds echoed in the apartment like applause.

Stefan leaned back, head against the wall, breathing heavy.

And then while her mouth was stuffed full of cock he reached over to the laptop sitting open on the table.

He tapped the keyboard.

Woke the screen.

Clicked the Zoom icon.

The feed loaded.

And there, in all her savage glory, was Jelena.

Hair tied up. Tank top barely hanging on. Lips glossed. Toy already within reach.

She wasn't ready for this.

Not for this.

Ivana didn't ease into it.

She opened her mouth wide, the hunger in her eyes feral, and wrapped her lips around the flushed, swollen head of Stefan's cock like she'd been craving it since the second she'd left his apartment the first time.

Her tongue curled beneath the ridge, tracing the sensitive underside as her lips sealed tight around the girth.

Then she dove.

Down.

Slow.

Deeper.

Her throat tightened as she swallowed him inch by inch, soft choking noises blending with wet, slippery sounds that were obscene through his mic.

Stefan let out a ragged breath, brushing her hair back so he could watch her eyes watch her submit.

The Zoom call was already open.

His laptop pointed perfectly at the couch.

Streaming. Broadcasting.

Jelena was already there.

And she saw everything.

Her eyes went wide, her lips parted. Her jaw dropped just as Ivana pushed past the halfway point of Stefan's thick cock.

"What the fuck," Jelena barked. "Are you serious?!"

Ivana looked up, cheeks bulging, Stefan's cock stuffed deep in her mouth.

She smirked around it.

Then sank deeper all the way.

Stefan's head hit the back of her throat and her eyes watered, but she didn't flinch. She held it there gagging just enough to make it sound filthy before she pulled back with a slick pop, spit dripping from her chin to his balls.

Stefan looked directly into the cam.

"She wanted you to watch."

"You bitch!" Jelena spat. "You fucking bitch, kurvo mala!."

Her voice was sharp, pissed--but it cracked in the middle.

Because she wasn't mad.

She was soaked.

Ivana licked her lips, eyes never leaving the camera.

"Is this what you wanted, Jelena? You said you were going to ride him first."

She opened her mouth and sucked the head in again, slow and wet, tongue swirling.

"Guess I beat you to it."

Jelena's face twisted. Rage.

Lust.

Need.

"Fuck you," she growled, reaching off-screen. "I hope you choke on that dick."

Ivana chuckled and popped Stefan out of her mouth, slapping his cock against her cheek. "Not choking, sweetie. I trained for this."

She stood and stripped in one swift movement leggings peeled down her hips, her bare, glistening pussy already leaking.

No panties.

No shame.

Just intent.

She climbed into Stefan's lap like it was hers, cock in hand, and dragged his thick, veiny shaft against her slit until it was dripping with her arousal.

And then

She sank down.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Every inch.

Her pussy stretched tight around him, swallowing him whole, inch after inch disappearing into her as she moaned low and breathless.

"Fuck," Stefan growled, digging his fingers into her hips as she bottomed out, his cock fully buried in her soaked, gripping heat.

On screen, Jelena froze hands shaking.

Then she snapped.

She reached to her side and came back with Kurcomir, her purple monstrosity of Stefan a copycat toy, already lubed up and ready.

"No," she muttered. "Fuck this."

She shoved her shorts aside, tits bouncing free from her loose tank, and slammed the toy inside herself, gasping like it had punched the air out of her lungs.

She was furious.

And horny.

And completely wrecked.

"That's my cock," she hissed. "That's supposed to be mine."

But she didn't stop.

She thrust harder, legs shaking, her other hand kneading her tits like she needed to punish them.

On screen, Ivana bounced on Stefan's cock, fast now, skin slapping skin. Her moans echoed through the speakers.

"You watching this, Jelena?" she panted, glancing toward the cam. "He's fucking me so deep I can feel him in my stomach."

"FUCK YOU!" Jelena screamed. "I hate you."

She came harder anyway.

Meanwhile: Marija

Her cam flickered on with a soft chime.

She was already half-reclined, no bottoms, shirt lifted just enough to reveal the undercurve of her tits.

Two fingers worked between her thighs, lazy but purposeful.

She was soaked.

And smiling.

"Poor Jelena," she said, voice soft and taunting. "All that noise. All that attitude. And still... just watching."

"Shut up!" Jelena cried.

Marija just moaned, sliding her fingers deeper. "One got the toy..."

She curled her fingers.

"... and one got the real thing."

Ivana let out a loud, shaking cry as Stefan fucked up into her hard, bouncing her on his cock with his hands gripping her ass.

"I hope it's everything you dreamed of," Marija added. "Because you talked a big game."

Stefan's rhythm was brutal now.

He held Ivana tight and thrust up into her with punishing precision, his balls slapping her with every stroke, her pussy soaked, the wet sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room like applause.

Ivana screamed, grabbing the back of his neck, forcing his mouth to her tits, moaning his name loud and broken.

He growled into her skin, biting her nipple gently, voice low and wrecked.

"Let her hear you. Tell her how good my cock feels inside you."

Ivana turned her head to the cam, face flushed, tits bouncing violently.

"He's fucking me like he owns me, Jelena. You're gonna cum to the sound of him filling me, aren't you?"

Jelena was howling now, Kurcomir deep inside, her free hand slapping the desk as she lost control.

Marija whispered, "God... this is better than Netflix."

Stefan's jaw was clenched, body trembling, his cock twitching inside Ivana.

"I'm close," he grunted.

Ivana dug her nails into his shoulders. "Not yet. Not until she begs."

Jelena's moans got louder. Frantic. Desperate.

"Fucking fine!" she cried. "PLEASE! Please let me see it. Cum in her. Fucking PAINT HER."

Stefan didn't move.

"Say it louder," he growled, breathless.

"CUM IN HER!!" Jelena screamed.

That was it.

Stefan slammed in deep and let out a guttural groan as his cock erupted pulsing, throbbing, filling Ivana's cunt with wave after wave of thick, hot cum.

Ivana cried out as she came with him, body convulsing, squeezing him like a vice as he emptied everything inside her.

Marija came quietly, eyes locked on the screen, fingers drenched.

Jelena collapsed backward, hand limp, legs trembling, toy still inside, her chest rising and falling in ragged, gasping waves.

Ivana stayed in his lap, cock still inside her, cum dripping out around the base, down his thighs, puddling on the couch.

She looked at the camera.

Sweat-slicked, satisfied.

"I win."

Stefan chuckled, brushing her hair from her face.

Marija just smirked, licking her fingers.

Jelena?

She flipped them off.

Still panting.

Still twitching.

Still staring.

"... fuck you all," she moaned. "Next time I'm bringing lube... and revenge."

Two days later when.

Ivana had barely said a word in the group chat.

Not since that night.

Not since she'd thrown a coat over her guilt, walked into Stefan's apartment like she owned the place, dropped to her knees, and sucked the soul out of him before riding his cock like it was a competition.

Not since Jelena's jealous meltdown turned into an accidental cam-show orgasm.

Not since Marija moaned her way through the whole thing like she was calmly watching porn with a glass of wine and a vibrator set to medium.

Ivana had vanished.

Cam off. Mic muted. Present in chat only when necessary.

And even then, it was short. Polite. Careful.

Until Thursday night.

That's when she turned on her cam, took a breath, and summoned the courage of a woman with too much to explain and not enough excuses.

Her face was carefully made up. Her eyes slightly red, like she'd been crying or just rubbed the truth too hard. Hair in a soft braid. Clean hoodie. No cleavage. A look that screamed, "Please forget I turned into a cum-drunk savage five days ago."

She took a deep breath. "Okay. I need to say something."

Jelena raised an eyebrow immediately. Marija leaned forward like a therapist about to get the juicy part. Stefan, sipping energy drink the White Monster can, braced himself not sure if she was about to confess, cry, or crawl through the screen for a round two.

"I'm staying with Filip," Ivana said. Flat. Clear. Like ripping off a bandaid and hoping it didn't bleed.

The chat went dead silent.

"I've decided. I love him. What happened with Stefan was... a mistake. A heat-of-the-moment, brain-melting, horny-quarantine kind of mistake. I shouldn't have done it. I'm not proud of it. But I want to move forward. I need your help to do that."

Jelena blinked.

Then smiled.

"You mean help you forget about the massive cock you came on three times?" she asked sweetly.

Ivana closed her eyes. "Please don't."

"Girl, you didn't just come on it. You bathed in it. His dick has your pussy's social security number. Stefan's couch probably has a scent kink now."

"Jelena," Marija warned, trying not to laugh.

Ivana pressed on. "I'm serious. Please. Don't say anything to Filip. Ever. This dies here."

She turned her camera squarely toward Marija. Then Stefan.

They both nodded.

"Scout's honor," Stefan said. "Taking this one to the grave. Or at least the next national emergency."

"Girl, my lips are sealed," Marija added. "There's enough chaos in the world. I'm not out here trying to drop relationship nukes."

Ivana breathed. It was shaky. But it was relief.

That was her mistake.

She thought it was over.

Jelena leaned into the camera slowly, swirling her wine like it contained secrets.

"Hmm. No. I don't like it."

Ivana blinked. "What?"

"You don't get to ride a cock like it owes you child support, then hit Ctrl+Z on your clit and pretend nothing happened. Lucky you were on the pill or we all know what would have happened by now."

"Jelena" Marija warned.

"Filip's sweet," Jelena continued, ignoring her. "But come on. four and a half inches on a good day? Maybe. If he's had spinach. But let's not kid ourselves."

Stefan choked on his drink.

"I bet he cums fast too," Jelena added. "Like a sad gooner."

Ivana's face was now bright red. "Can you not?"

"Meanwhile," Jelena pressed on, "Stefan's out here with the full Thor's hammer. Double handed grab, upward curve, girth like that White Monster coke can he is drinking. You forgot your own name mid-ride, remember?"

"Oh my God," Marija said, laughing uncontrollably.

Jelena leaned even closer.

"If Filip ever found out you got emotionally DP'd by Stefan and a TV remote, he'd ghost his family and delete his Instagram."

"I didn't get DP'd!" Ivana cried.

"Emotionally. You did."

Ivana looked like she wanted to dive into her laptop and strangle her.

"Maybe I should tell him," Jelena added, smirking. "'Hey Filip, just FYI, your girlfriend has Stefan's DNA in her cervix and on his fucking coffee table. And not to mention all the sexting she had with him."

"JelenaAA!"

"Okay," Marija said, voice sharp now. "That's enough."

Jelena turned, wide-eyed. "Excuse me?"

"You made your point. Ivana asked us to keep it quiet. Let it go."

"Why? Because she got to ride the human dildo first?"

"Oh my God," Stefan muttered. "That's what this is about?"

Jelena shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe I just like watching her sweat."

"You're a menace," Ivana whispered.

"No," Jelena said, grinning. "I'm just a slut with standards. And one of those standards is not getting cock-blocked by emotional damage control."

Marija leaned in. "Jelena, I love you. But for fuck's sake, leave it alone."

"Fine," Jelena said with a sigh. "I'll back off. One condition."

Ivana froze. "What?"

Jelena's grin returned.

"When COVID ends, Stefan comes to my place."

Everyone blinked.

"And we finally do it."

"Do... what?" Ivana asked cautiously.

"DP."

"Wh"

"Me," Jelena clarified. "Stefan. And his dildo clone Kurcomir."

Marija wheezed. "You want to Eiffel Tower yourself?"

"I want closure," Jelena said matter-of-factly. "I want symmetry. Real cock in one hole, the dildo that ruined me in the other. Art. Healing. Pornhub premium-worthy closure."

Everyone went silent.

Then Stefan asked, "Will that make you happy?"

Jelena beamed. "Yes."

He sighed. "Fine. I'll do it."

Marija laughed. "Nothing says healthy friendship like agreeing to DP your emotionally unstable bestie."

And just like that, the treaty was signed.

Ivana kept her secret.

Marija maintained peace.

Stefan got roped into a future threesome with a dildo that looked like him.

And Jelena? Jelena finally got something to look forward to.

The calls returned to "normal."

Witty. Horny. Unhinged.

The kind of fucked-up friendship that shouldn't work.

But somehow... did.

Until COVID ended.

And the real stories began.

THE END (for now).