F is on her belly. The bed is soft, and the sheets are slightly wrinkled. A ray of sunshine finds its way in through the blinds. She feels somewhat bored, and in her mind, she thinks about what the day ahead has to offer. She is naked, but her body is warm. Today is a sunny day, which helps. But above all, it's her loins that are burning, and they want more. She is horny, F. She is horny most of the time, the others always tell her. And it’s true. She could have sex whenever and however. She will do anything, and anytime, as long as she gets to feel that sweet, singing sensation, they call an orgasm.
To experience the pleasure that comes from absolute satisfaction, she would give everything. It’s for that pleasure that she lives. Not for any man, not for any woman, not for anything else—she lives only for the orgasm. When R enters the room, she doesn't know that it's him. She can hear someone come though, and she instantly sees an opportunity.
“Whoever you are, would you please fuck me?” she asks in a light and soft voice.
It could be R, E, E, D, O or it could be M, or it could be someone completely different. Sometimes—not too seldom—strangers come to the collective, curious about how it all works. Sometimes all they want is to ask questions and to get an explanation. Sometimes they want to be part of it. And as nobody belongs to anybody else, and everything is shared equally, the same goes for people who aren’t part of the collective—if you show up and want to take part, you can. You can be whoever you want as long as you are of legal age and friendly. But this time it is R who enters the room.
He doesn’t speak. He walks up to F. Her legs are slightly spread and she rests her head on her lower arm, which she is using as a pillow in between her face and the sheet. Her skin is beautiful — light, almost as marble. And her body is petite. Her hair, on the other hand, is long and wild. It spreads down over her neck and continues down to her lower back. He can see how her breathing moves her body, how it creates little flinches inside of her. He understands what it is that she wants. He undresses. She can hear how someone takes a t-shirt (it could also be a regular shirt, the shirts worn in the collective are generally made out of the same soft cotton as a t-shirt rather than the stiff kind) off and drops it on the floor.
The same goes for pants and socks. He doesn’t wear underwear; he always says that they make him feel trapped. And they all understand, and nobody uses underwear. He is naked now. He kneels on the bed. Carefully. She can feel his weight against the mattress as it shapes around his knees. Her vagina is on fire as she can feel him closing in. She knows that the pleasure, the one she will feel when he presses his genitals against her, isn’t far away. He places one leg on each side of her calves. He frames her with his body, and she is positioned safely in between his legs and underneath his stomach and chest.
She is filled with excitement and lust when she thinks about what he might do next. She wonders if he is planning to fuck her straight away or if he will do something else, first. Play. Tease. Is that R behind her? Or is it a woman? The thought crosses her mind and makes her both confused and horny. Maybe. He hunches down and brings his lips to her delightful, pleasant body. He kisses her with warm, moist lips that leave a trace on her skin. His saliva brands her. It warms her. He can see that it gives her goosebumps. He moves his lips down her ass.
He starts on one side and kisses each buttock alternately. One after the other. Then he closes in on her centre. She arches her back to let him come closer. She breaths hard. She breaths faster. Her vagina is twisting and pulling. Bursting. Growing. Desire fills him up, his blood pulsates, and the pressure stretches out his foreskin. Little by little, it is giving in to what is inside of it and wants to come out, towards her. His pre-cum trickles out of the tip of his penis. He hasn't climaxed in a long time. His cock is bursting. Her vagina is pink. Soft, smooth, nice and warm.
She brings her right hand in between her legs and is met by wetness. She slides two fingers into her vagina. She is still a bit tight. She creates a wider opening with her fingers. She is horny, and her flesh is soft now, which makes it easier and easier to slide her fingers in. She stretches herself out and prepares to receive him. And it feels so nice, so nice.