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Roommate

By: StickmanLt



The first time I walked in on my roommate downloading porn with one hand down his pants, I was embarrassed. But after the fourth or fifth time, I just started to be bugged by it. Instead of hitting on me, he was just looking at women on the internet. I'm good looking. I don't know why he does that.

Finally, I decided to do something about it.

For the next week I was always really quiet when I came home. I didn't want him to hear me. Finally one day I found him looking at porn. I snuck in the room quietly and kneeled behind me. By the time he heard me and started to turn around, I snuck one hand around his waist and put it on his right hand, the one he was masturbating with.

I didn't say a word. He was too shocked to say anything. I started guiding his hand up and down his shaft. It was actually pretty big... I was surprised.

I grabbed his right hand with my other hand and pulled it away so I could stroke his cock. He moaned and closed his eyes. He rolled his chair back, and I got the hint and crawled over in front of him. Keeping my right hand massaging his cock, I unzipped his pants with my left. With one motion, I pulled his cock out of his fly and started playing with it with both hands. He moaned again, and leaned back in his chair. I stopped playing with him for a second to whip off my shirt. As I leaned down to kiss the tip of his cock, my breasts brushed against his legs. He put one hand on the back of my head and pushed me towards his cock a little, so I put the tip in my mouth. With my right hand I kept playing with the shaft.

He reached down and started fondling my breasts while I sucked the tip of his cock. He moaned, and I went down further until I had half of it in my mouth. He reached behind me and unclasped my bra. It slipped off easily, and my bare breasts rubbed up against the inside of his legs. I went up and down on his cock while he played with my bare tits some more. Finally, I stood up, and reached under my skirt. I lifted it up, and he pulled down my thong. I straddled him. "Don't worry.", I said, "I'm on the pill." And with that, I grabbed his cock and led it to my hole. This hole thing had been turning me on so much that I was already wet enough to let him inside. All 8 inches of him filled me up and hit my g-spot right away.

"Oh jesus!" I screamed and started grinding on him. He grabbed my ass and started bouncing me up and down on his cock. While he was doing this, I pulled his shirt up as far as I could. He let go of my ass long enough for me to pull it off of him, then he grabbed me again and kept going, just as fast and hard as he had been before.

Finally he had to stop for a minute. I was so close to orgasm... it was like it was just waiting to hit me...

I got off of his lap and gave him head for a minute until he was ready for more. Then I pulled him out of his chair, and he stood up. I pulled his pants off and started playing with him. His cock was right in front of my face, and I was playing with it.

"Suck it..." he begged, but I just smiled at him and kept playing with it. Finally he got down on his knees and laid me down on my back. I spread wide, but instead of fucking me right on the ground there, he started to go down. He kissed my stomach, then the inside of my right leg. His tongue touched my vagina, and worked its way up to my clit. I grabbed the back of his head and held it there for a minute, and he actually put my entire clit into his mouth and sucked on it. I almost had an orgasm right there. He stopped and moved up. Then he slid inside of me easily, and started fucking me slowly.

"Harder." I said. He fucked me harder. "Faster.", and he fucked me faster. "Harder!", I yelled, and he fucked me harder. "FASTER!!!"

He just kept getting faster and rougher and he had to grab my shoulders to keep me from sliding on the ground because he was fucking me so hard and so fast.

I screamed as he gave me the most intense orgasm I'd ever had with anyone else. Right at the peak of my orgasm, I felt him cum inside me. He moaned and I screamed and I swear the neighbors three houses down could probably hear us.

He pretty much just collapsed on top of me right there. He managed to pull himself out of me, then he reached down to finger me some. I could still feel my orgasm... it was like waves and waves of pleasure still coming. And every time he touched my pussy it just made it last longer and longer. I don't know how long I was lying there afterwards, but it felt like hours until we both fell asleep together on the floor.

Roommate



I've altered one of my favourite stories to reflect my fantasies. I hope you like it, and I hope the original author doesn't mind.

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I was sprawled out on the couch, watching some mindless show on TV and debating in my mind whether or not it was time for his first beer of the weekend. It was a cold and rainy Friday afternoon in the middle of November and I was wearing tracksuit trousers, thick white socks and warm black shirt. Shellie, my girlfriend, had left a little over an hour ago to visit her parents for the weekend.

Shellie, Stephen and I shared the rent on a modest two-bedroom house about two miles away from the university where all three were graduate students. Eric and Shellie had been together for almost two years now. Stephen, an openly gay man, was a long-time friend of Shellie's from school. She had known back then about his sexual orientation but he hadn't come out openly until he got to the university.

"What the hell; Why not?" I said to myself, just as the front door opened and Stephen walked in.

Stephen was a six foot-three, thin man with long black hair that he liked to keep in a ponytail, lively brown eyes, and a remarkably boyish face. 

He slipped off his shoes, saw me, and smiled as he said, "Shellie left for home already?"

"Yes, not that long ago. What's up, Stephen? Going out tonight?"

Stephen smile grew even wider as he replied, "I've got a hot date and to make things even better, I bought a nice new toy in town at that adult store."

I couldn't help smiling at my friend who was, to say the least, enthusiastic and adventuresome when it came to all things sexual. Stephen had once dazzled us both by his ability to completely transform himself into a remarkably passable woman, complete with fake breasts, hair extensions that fell almost to his waist, full makeup, earrings, fake nails, two-inch black heels, and a form-fitting long-sleeved black dress. Stephen got lucky that night, spending it with a middle-aged businessman in the penthouse suite of the fanciest hotel in town. The businessman had known that Stephen was actually a man but had been so turned on by this knowledge that, at least according to Stephen, he had been more than willing to perform oral sex three times on Stephen during the course of the evening.

"OK," I said. "I'm curious now. What is your new toy?"

Stephen reached into his pocket and came out with a pair of handcuffs.

"I couldn't resist," he said, "they were on sale and everything."

"May I see them?" I said. 

Shellie and I had experimented with bondage a few times and I'd found that the whole thing was a tremendous turn-on. Stephen had found me still strapped to the bed in the morning. He laughed so hard to see me dressed in her purple knickers and suspender belt. I begged him to release me. It was the first time he had seen me naked and he took his time releasing me, teasing me. I just wanted to hide myself.

"Better yet," Stephen said, laughing, "Why don't you try them on? I really should make sure they work, you know!"

I wasn't sure whether I trusted him enough, but I was curious how they would feel so I offered him my wrist.

Stephen stepped forward and took it, clamped it in the cuff, but then he deftly stepped behind me, grabbing the other wrist and quite quickly there was a click as the cuff were snapped shut. I was helpless.

"Why behind?" I asked, feeling rather vulnerable.

"Why not, my friend," Stephen said, "It certainly is a more, well, realistic, position, is it not?

I noticed that Stephen's hands were still on my shoulders. I was certainly beginning to feel rather submissive and, as had happened when Shellie had tied me, rather aroused. 

I'd never had any kind of a gay or bi experience, not even a school 'show me yours and I'll show you mine" session. Stephen certainly was a good-looking guy, and he certainly did look quite pretty that time he had dressed up as a woman.

"You OK?" Stephen said, in a soft, gentle voice.

"Sure," I said.

Stephen gently rubbed his friend's upper arms and leaned a little so that his mouth was just a few inches from my ear. "Good," he whispered and then gently unbuttoned my shirt, slipping it from my shoulders and letting it hang over my cuffed wrists.

"What are you doing Stephen?"

"Trust me Tom."

His hands swept my trousers down.

"Step out of them and kick off your socks. I have such a treat for you."

He was still very close behind me and his hands were on my thighs. I did as I was told. He moved away and then came back to cut my shirt off. I was naked again in front of this tall guy who confused me so much.

"Did you like wearing Shellie's briefs Tom?"

"Erm," I stammered.

"I've got them from her laundry basket. They smell of her."

"Tell me Tom. I'll understand."

He pulled me round to face him, and my erect cock jutted against the rough demin of his jeans.

"It looks like you do."

He led me by the cock to his room and into his bathroom. It was the second girliest room in the house, next to his bedroom. He rolled-up his sleeves and reached into a big pot of cream. He started layering it onto my neck and then worked down over every piece of my skin.

"What is that? It's tingling."

"It's good for your skin. I use it every couple of days. Do you like my skin?"

"I've never really noticed Stephen."

He stepped me into the shower and washed me down. I looked to see my hair block the drain. My cock looked so different. His hands were on me again with shampoo, conditioner, a face pack and moisturisers.

"I'm having such a good time Tom. This is better than I could have hoped for."

When I stepped out of the shower my hair was trimmed, eyebrows plucked, face cleansed nails clean and tidy, and no hair on my body.

In the bedroom she pulled the lovely knickers that I admired so much on Shellie, up my legs. He left my cock pressed tight against my stomach.

The matching suspender belt and heavy dark suspenders felt amazing.

The shoes he tried to make me stand in were extreme. They weren't Shellie's. She was a size 4! They must have been Stephen's.

"What's this all about?" I asked. "I don't mind a sexy game, but this is going too far."

"How far is too far Tom?"

As he spoke he worked on the black corset that was slowly squeezing the air out of my lungs. I was fascinated with all the laces and the boned leather material. Straps around my shoulders held it up. I could feel steel parts with my arms. My poor cock and balls were under the leather somewhere.

"I want another inch off you girl!"

It was the first time I'd been called a girl! When he was satisfied a strap fastened around the narrowest part of my waist.

"I have some long gloves for you, but I have to take off your sweet cuffs first. Will you behave nicely for me?"

I nodded. The second that the second cuff came off I pushed him away, bolting for the door. "I don't want this!"

The shoes crippled me and suddenly he was crushing me face-down into the bed. He crouched on my legs and gripped my right arm. As I flailed with my left, he held my right. Suddenly he had both wrists, and my arms were enveloped with a single leather glove. Straps pulled my wrists and elbows together.

"Come on Tom -- Fight me!"

There was nothing I could do, but I moved and fought as much as I could as a bondage collar held my neck. He held my face hard into the mattress as the two buckles fastened, and the armbinder was attached to it.

"Fuck off Stephen! Get off me!"

"OK!"

He let me get to my feet.

"I was going to gag you first. But she wanted to hear you beg."

"Who," I pleaded.

"Me!" It was Shellie, in the doorway behind me. I was speechless. She was smiling wickedly and then I saw the strap-on! 

Stephen pushed my knees forward and I fell onto my knees with my face on the carpet. Stephen pulled up my face by the D-ring on my collar and I was looking closely at a large plastic cock.

"No please Shellie!"

"I warned you not to bully me. I'm going to fuck your arse like you fucked mine. Open wide! You'll need plenty of lube!" 

I refused to open my mouth, but a powerful hand prised it open, and the dildo was in. I couldn't move my head as Stephen was holding it tight. All I could do was to try not to choke. Her hips and this dildo filled my vision.

I heard her calling me her slut. I'd never seen her angry or aggressive. She had always done what I asked in bed, even when I wanted to know what it felt like to fuck her arse. I thought of the other things I had done. This was scary!



Roommate



In retrospect, I realize that I probably should have planned ahead. I mean, who heads off to graduate school with everything he owns in his old station wagon—a hand-me-down from his parents—and no idea where he was going to live? But I wasn't much for planning and, usually, things worked out okay anyway.

So, I checked in at a cheap motel and hit the student housing office to see who was looking for a roommate. Most of the options had to be rejected right away. There was no way I was going to room with an undergraduate. Been there, done that. I had to study now. There'd be time for partying, I was sure. But I didn't want to live in a party house.

There were a few decent options. I wound up signing on with the first one I visited. I wasn't sure it was a terrific fit. I'm working on an MA in materials science and Michael was studying something soft and squishy—sociology or social psychology or some such shit. So ... we wouldn't have much to talk about. But that was okay. The house was fine; Michael was quiet—a bit shy, really; and I was pretty sure I could do my studying in the house, which was all I really cared about.

The only thing that was a little weird was that Michael wanted me to sign a lease with him—subletting my room from him. Most of the time I'd shared a place with another guy, we would just get me added to the lease. But I didn't care. The rent was good. The lease was only for 6 months. Michael said that he wanted to keep it short in case things didn't work out between us. We could always extend it if things did work out. That seemed like a good idea from my point of view, too.

I moved in the same day. No sense spending another night's rent at the motel and it wasn't as if moving was a big deal—just unloading the car. I got settled in easily enough and, when the semester began, things were going fine. Michael and I just sort of passed in the house from time to time. We said 'hi' but neither of us took any steps toward any sort of friendship. Cordial housemates worked find for both of us.

Things changed dramatically one day when my professor cancelled a seminar and I came home about three hours before I usually did. I opened the door and was startled to see a woman running out of the living room and down the hall. Michael had never had a girl over before. He'd never talked about a girl, either, but we'd talked so little that didn't mean much. I hadn't envisioned him with a girl, though, and I was surprised to see this woman in the living room.

Not as surprised as she was, though. I didn't see her face very well but she was clearly alarmed by my entrance and she darted down the hallway so quickly that my head was still spinning when she slammed the door to Michael's bedroom behind her. So, I didn't really get a look at her except to see that she was tall (even without the heels she was wearing) and had long blonde hair. She was also dressed up like she was going out.

I wasn't sure why she ran away. Maybe she didn't know that Michael had a roommate and was frightened by a strange man entering the room. I didn't know. Maybe she was a married woman and this was a clandestine relationship. It was weird, but I didn't think about it too much. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down to some reading. I'd just been given three precious, unexpected hours. I wasn't going to waste that gift.

About fifteen minutes later, I heard Michael's door open and footsteps coming down the hallway. The hallway was carpeted so it was hard to tell for sure, but I thought it sounded like a man's footsteps. Then Michael rounded the corner.

I'm probably not the most gregarious guy in the world and I'd been pretty engrossed in what I was reading so, for a minute, I just looked up at Michael without saying anything. I wasn't thinking anything—at least not anything about Michael. I was still thinking about what I was reading. But Michael thought I was looking at him funny, I guess. His face went pale and then he sputtered out, "You can't tell anyone!"

I was baffled. Tell who? Tell them what? What the hell was he talking about? I didn't know and so I didn't know how to respond. I just looked at him, completely puzzled.

"Please don't tell anyone," he pleaded.

"What?!"

"You know...You know...what you saw."

What the hell? He was scared to death that I'd tell someone that he had a woman in the house? This didn't make any sense. Maybe she was a married woman and her husband was a mobster. No, that didn't make any sense, either. So, I just sputtered another, "What?"

"You know," Michael continued. He seemed to have calmed down a little. "You know...that you saw me dressed."

Okay, maybe I was naïve, or maybe my mind was just somewhere else. The only thing that came into my mind was, "Well, of course I saw you dressed. Who'd want to see you naked?" I didn't say that, of course. But I think Michael saw that I wasn't getting his point.

"You know...dressed like a girl."

WOW! Okay, now I got it. But I was having trouble believing it. I hadn't seen the girl's face clearly, but from the glimpse of her that I saw as she ran down the hall gave no hint of a guy in drag. I'd filled in with my mind the image of a tall, slender, blonde woman. Michael's revelation was a shock.

"You mean..." I was still reduced to sputtering. Michael nodded. "I don't believe it," I continued. It wasn't a literal statement. I mean, I did believe what Michael said. Why would he lie? It was just an expression of amazement. But I guess that's not how Michael took it.

He turned and went back to his room. I figured he was embarrassed and just wanted out of the conversation. After a few minutes, I began to feel bad for him. I walked back to his room and knocked on the door. I was intending to tell him that it was okay...I wouldn't tell anyone.

"Go away!" Michael said through the door. I decided it was kindest to leave him alone to deal with this in his own way. I walked back to the living room and tried to get back into my book.

About 15 minutes later, I heard the door open. I didn't hear any footsteps down the hallway but, in just a moment, an attractive woman rounded the corner and looked at me.

"Michael?" I wasn't sure it was him. Maybe this whole thing was a joke that he and a girlfriend were playing on me. I mean, this person looked 100% female—at least from this distance.

"Michelle!"

"What?"

"Michelle...call me Michelle."

"Okay...Michelle," I managed. "This is really weird." Now that he'd spoken, I could tell that it really was Michael. Not because the voice was bad. If I'd never heard Michael talk, I never would have known that this wasn't a girl's voice. I could just recognize Michael in it.

"Would you like a beer?"

I accepted and Michael...I mean, Michelle...turned to go into the kitchen. Shit! I watched her walk away and couldn't help watching the sway in her hips and the way her skirt swished as she walked. For that matter, I couldn't help thinking of her as a HER. 

Michelle came back with a beer for me and a glass of wine for her. Michael almost always drank beer but I guess the booze of choice changed with the clothes. She handed the beer to me and sat down next to me on the couch.

For a few moments, we didn't say anything. Well, I think I let out a few 'Wow!'s—but nothing coherent. I mean, it was amazing. Sometimes I could almost see Michelle as Michael in drag, but just ALMOST. The illusion was amazing. Michelle didn't look masculine in any way. I tried to think about whether Michael was particularly effeminate. I certainly hadn't thought so before seeing him as Michelle. So I guess the answer was 'no'.

Michelle had obviously gotten more comfortable. She'd pulled her legs up onto the couch in a very feminine and, I noticed, quite suggestive way.

"So," she said taking a sip of her wine, "You have to promise that you won't tell anyone." This was said coyly—almost coquettishly.

"I don't know. It's a pretty good story." I was really only teasing. Who was I going to tell anyway. I barely knew anyone in town and none of the people I knew would have the slightest interest in this. But Michelle took my comment seriously. She looked appalled.

"No, you can't tell." Her voice trembled. "Really, you can't tell anyone." I could see her shaking and I responded like any man would to a pretty woman who was in distress. Just as I was preparing to reassure her—to let her know that I'd protect her secret—she went on.

"No. I'll do anything. Just, please, don't tell anyone."

The 'anything' was a cliché and Michelle's tone let me know that she meant it in the clichéd way. I wasn't going to press my advantage. I'm not that sort of guy. But Michelle upped the ante on me. With the fingers of her left hand, she gently touched the inside of my right thigh. Her fingers traced a line from just above my knee, up my thigh, to my cock, which was involuntarily hardening in response to her touch.

Instead of responding, I just inhaled through clenched teeth—shivering to Michelle's touch. I guess I say that instead of saying anything in response, I inhaled through clenched teeth. That was certainly a response to Michelle's touch.

The trajectory of the events to come was set then. There was no way I was going to stop Michelle. It had been months since I'd felt a woman's touch. I hadn't realized until the moment her fingers caressed my thigh how much I longed for that. There was no way I was going to turn Michelle away.

She sensed that I'd yielded to her. I could feel her relax, secure in the knowledge that I'd silently agreed to keep her secret. I sensed, too, that she now felt that she had some power in the situation. When you control another person's level of desire—AND the object of their desire—you have power over them. Michelle had power over me now, and she knew it. That knowledge made her more comfortable—comfortable enough to proceed with confidence.

Michelle ran her fingertips lightly over my hardening cock. She wasn't shy. She looked me straight in the eyes, gauging my response, while she teased me to a full erection. By the time Michelle got down on the floor between my legs and began undoing my belt, my cock was tenting my pants almost grotesquely. It was a bit of a struggle for Michelle to get my pants down and off my legs, despite the fact that I was cooperating as much as possible.

When I was undressed from the waist down and my shirt was pulled up on my chest, Michelle paused—I guess to build suspense or something, though that was hardly necessary. She showed self-confidence and poise. She wasn't the least bit shy or embarrassed. 

For a moment, Michelle just held my yearning cock gently in her hand and looked me in the eye. She was, I realized now, very attractive. I'd never thought about what color Michael's eyes were. Who notices his roommate's eyes? But Michelle's eyes were a grey-blue. The color was emphasized by her eye shadow, which was noticeable but subtle. Her eyelashes were long and dark—probably she'd used mascara, but it didn't look overdone.

At first I'd been frustrated by Michelle's pause in the action but now I found myself fixated on her eyes. I was almost disappointed when she broke our gaze and leaned down to take my cock between her lips. Almost! But when her ruby-red lips surrounded the helmet of my hardon, I forgot everything else and surrendered to the sensations.

Michelle seemed a virtuoso performer at this task. She held my cock firmly with one hand and worked her lips over the shaft to different rhythms—sometimes startling me with her force and speed and then, unpredictably, shifting to a maddeningly slow pace. She seemed completely lost in the moment—abandoning consciousness to her own pleasure. But, if so, my pleasure didn't suffer any for it. Her technique was amazing and the feelings were intensified by the obvious enjoyment she felt.

She was toying with me part of the time, but I wasn't complaining. I'd never had my cock sucked like that before. Michelle was so enthusiastic—so focused on what she was doing—not at all like other women who'd always made me feel like they were doing me a big favor by wrapping their lips around my cock. (They were, of course, but I now knew how much better it felt when a chick was really into giving a blowjob.)

I was transfixed by the sight of Michelle's hand and lips on my shaft. Her hand seemed delicate, with fingernail polish matching her red lipstick. I noticed that her nails were long so I guess these were stick-on nails because I surely would have noticed if Michael had such long fingernails. The sight of her feminine hands and bright red lips working my shaft intensified my pleasure.

When Michelle brought her other hand up and dragged her nails across the sensitive skin under my balls, I closed my eyes and lay back, focused now only on the tactile sensations. Michelle gently cupped my balls in her hand and began working me to an orgasm.

The journey was so marvelous, that I fought to slow down my ascent. I wanted these sensations to last as long as possible. But, before long, there was no delaying the inevitable. I felt my loins roiling with the oncoming explosion. My legs tightened—rigid like my cock—and I thrust my hips up to get even deeper in Michelle's mouth.

I roared loudly as I erupted in ecstasy, filling Michelle's beautiful mouth with my seed. And Michelle was ready for it. She sucked and swallowed eagerly. 

She let the last jet or two of my cum dribble from her mouth back onto my cock. I knew this wasn't because she couldn't have swallowed it. She had another plan. As I lay there in my post-orgasmic bliss, I watched as she slowly, lovingly, licked the cream from my cock. I twitched uncontrollably, as much from the sheer eroticism of sight as from the touch of her soft tongue on my now-too-tender cock. Shit! Did that girl know how to do a blowjob?!

I was drained, literally and metaphorically. I closed my eyes again, resting my head back on the couch, and lay there limp, every muscle in my body relaxed. I felt Michelle get up and opened my eyes to watch her walk out of the living room, heading for the bedroom, her hips swaying in what I interpreted as a satisfied swish. I imagined that she was very pleased with her performance. I know I was.

And then I just sort of checked out. I don't know for how long. I must have looked ridiculous—half sitting, half lying on the couch, my shirt bunched up around my chest and the bottom half of my body completely naked. But I didn't care. I didn't have the mental energy to even think about it.

Sometime later, I heard noise in the kitchen. I guess I'd dozed because I didn't hear Michelle going from bedroom to the kitchen. She would have had to walk through the living room, but I'd had no awareness of that. I got up and pulled my clothes on, grabbed the beer bottles from the coffee table, and headed for the kitchen, not knowing whether it would feel strange to have a conversation with Michelle now.

I didn't get the chance. When I rounded the corner, it was Michael in the kitchen, making some dinner. He was in jeans and a t-shirt, with not a trace of femininity about him.

Michael turned and said, "How you doing?" perhaps in a slightly lower, brusquer tone than he usually spoke in. The tone made me think that I wasn't to discuss what had happened in the living room with him. I paused a little as this registered and then said, "Fine," as casually as I could.

Michael shared his dinner with me and we talked, just as any roommates might, about school, sports, and other shit. It was weird. Sometimes, if I tried hard, I could see just a bit of Michelle in him—nothing overt—just something in the cadence of his speech or a gesture. Most of the time, though, I felt no presence of Michelle and I quickly got comfortable just talking with Michael as Michael.

That was how our non-traditional roommate relationship began. It blossomed in wonderful ways for me. As it turned out, Michael was almost always ready to change into Michelle whenever I was interested. I never talked to him as if he was Michelle. We developed codes to communicate what we wanted. If I came home complaining that I hadn't been on a date for what seemed like a long time, Michael might say, "Haven't you seen Michelle lately?" I'd say that I hadn't seen her recently enough and, before long, Michael would excuse himself to his room, saying he needed to study or something like that. In twenty minutes or so, out would come Michelle and we'd have another incredible date.

It wasn't always a matter of Michael responding to my desire for Michelle. Sometimes I'd come home to find Michelle waiting for me, often in an almost 1950's fantasy mode: dressed in a sexy dress or skirt and holding a drink for me. It was never a problem for me that Michelle initiated some of our dates. She looked so stunningly sexy in her clothes that I was clay in her hands—clay that quickly turned hard for her.

This arrangement turned out to be terrific for me. I wasn't gay. I'd never been attracted to guys. But Michelle wasn't a guy. I know what anatomy she had. But when she was with me, she was all girl. She never wanted me to take care of her. From my point of view, it seemed completely one-sided. But obviously, Michelle was getting something out of it. And everything was working great. I didn't have to do the dating scene. I could focus most of my attention on my courses. And I was getting more—and better—sexual satisfaction than I'd ever had. What's to not love about that?

Of course, relationships change—they evolve. And my relationship with Michelle was no exception. One threshold was crossed when, at a point where Michelle had me so excited that I was almost beside myself with desire, she crawled up from sucking my cock to kiss me. 

If she'd done that the first time I'd seen her, I think I would have responded badly. I would have thought this was kissing a guy and I probably couldn't have done it. But, like I said, Michelle was all girl when she was with me. Her lips were soft and moist and she kissed marvelously. I found myself invading her mouth with my tongue, and she responded by teasing my tongue.

Early on in our relationship, Michelle began coming into my room some mornings. It was never predictable, which made it even more exciting. When she came in, she wouldn't knock or wake me before she got into bed with me. The first time she did this, I awoke to the feel of her sweet lips surrounding my morning wood. I looked down to see her dressed in a sheer and sexy turquoise nightie. I propped the pillow up enough that I could watch as she took care of my cock. When she was finished, she left without saying a word, but she was surely aware of my eyes watching her cute little ass sway as she sashayed out of the room.

One day, probably about a month into our relationship, I came home from a seminar to find Michelle dressed to the nines. She gave me a glass of wine and led me to the kitchen where she'd made a nice dinner. We talked like boyfriend and girlfriend through dinner. I was acutely aware of the feminine wiles she employed: she crossed her legs and dangled her shoe from her foot, she used her tongue to lick the lipstick smudge off her wine glass, and ... well, sometimes a breadstick is more than just a breadstick. But being aware that these were all trite tricks of the trade for seductive females doesn't mean that one's immune to them. She had my undivided attention and, as good as dinner was, I couldn't wait to get her in the living room, or back in my bedroom to replace that breadstick with what it symbolized.

Michelle led me back to my bedroom, playfully. When we sat on the bed, she kissed me. It wasn't a quick kiss before a blowjob—a pattern that I'd come to expect (and love, of course). It was a full-blown make-out session. She seemed more passionate than I'd ever seen her and I found myself completely caught up in the passion, too.




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And then she stunned me.

"I want you to make love to me," she whispered in my ear. She pressed her lips to mine before I could say anything in response. She kissed me deeply and her hand massaged my hardening cock through my pants. When she broke the kiss, she said, "I want you to fuck me."

I hesitated. I wasn't saying 'no'. I was just taken off guard. We'd had an established pattern: flirting, making out, her groping me, me groping everything but her crotch, and then her sucking me off to an incredible orgasm. I was just surprised.

"Will you do that?" she pleaded. "I promise that it will make you feel good. I'll make you feel terrific."

When I looked in her eyes, I knew that I couldn't have denied her even if I'd wanted to. And I didn't want to. I'd watched her cute, tight little butt sway when she walked. I'd seen her in tight skirts, short dresses, and sheer nighties. I hadn't admitted it to myself before this. But now I knew that I'd wanted her sweet little ass for some time now.

"Oh God, yes," I gasped. "I want to fuck you so much."

We wrestled off my clothes, with Michelle interrupting the undressing several times to suck on my cock or stroke it. Maybe she wanted to make sure that I stayed in my state of extreme sexual tension so that I wouldn't change my mind. If so, that wasn't necessary. Nothing could have made me change my mind.

Michelle left her dress on but slipped her panties off. As she did, I could see that she was wearing stockings and a garter belt, not pantyhose or the thigh-highs she sometimes wore. We were both on our knees on the bed when Michelle kissed me again and stroked my cock with her hand. She sat back and pulled a condom from under the pillow. I realized that she'd been counting on being successful in persuading me.

As Michelle rolled the condom on my rigid cock, she said, "I'm going to love this so much. God I want your cock!"

She turned around on her hands and knees, presenting her sweet round ass to me. I didn't wait. I pulled the skirt of her dress up over her hips and pressed the tip of my cock to her asshole. The condom was lubricated, of course, but I suspect that Michelle had filled herself with lubricant, too. Her anus yielded to the insistent pressure of my cock. Her ass was tight, but slick, and I slipped in easily.

I'd never had anal sex before. It was a fantastic experience. When Michelle had promised that she'd make me feel terrific, she was understating it by several orders of magnitude. I realized then that assholes can do things no cunt can. Michelle was clenching and unclenching her sphincter in synch with my thrusts—relaxing as I pressed in and gripping me tightly as I pulled out. She was milking my cock with her ass. She wasn't passively being fucked; she was fucking me as much as I was fucking her.

I held her hips tightly as I worked to an ever-quickening pace that culminated in my erupting in her ass, filling (and, I worried, maybe overfilling) the condom. We collapsed and rolled on our sides, spoon-style, with me still deep in her bowels.

I was breathing hard and I found my hands roaming over Michelle's body: her hips, her waist, and her "breasts". I didn't know then exactly how she managed to have such perfect breasts. I learned later that she had well-designed silicone-filled breast molds that glued to her chest. They had natural-shaped nipples and, if you felt them through a bra or other clothes, they felt real. I didn't know all that then, but I enjoyed just feeling her feminine form as my cock wilted in her ass.

That encounter, possibly the most erotic and passionate of our relationship, added a wonderful new component to our relationship. Now, there was always the wonderful uncertainty of whether she'd suck me off or we'd wind up fucking. Heads or tails? I won either way.

After we'd begun fucking, sometimes—not very often, but some wonderful times—Michelle would come to my bed at night, after I'd gone to bed for the night. On these nights, I would have had dinner with Michael, or maybe we'd both have gone our separate ways for the evening. Either way, I'd have gone to bed without seeing Michelle, until I was in bed.

The first time Michelle graced my bed at night, I'd already fallen asleep. I woke up slowly to find that she'd crawled under the sheets and snuggled into me spoon-style, pulling my arm over her. I'm not sure she was trying to initiate sex. Maybe she just wanted to sleep together and be held like that. But we were both young and healthy. Her nightie pressed against my chest and her silk panties pressed back against my uncovered cock. Those things had their predictable effect. We wound up digging a condom out of the nightstand and having a middle of the night fuck before falling asleep still joined. She left me sometime in the middle of the night, after I'd fallen fast asleep.

The other times we'd have these late-night dates, she'd either sneak in while I was asleep and I'd wake up to her rubbing her soft body against mine, or she'd knock on the door just as I was turning out the lights to go to sleep. Either way, she knew she was always welcome in my bed.

The weeks and months rolled by. This was, by far, the best time of my life. What more could I have asked for. My studies were going well. I didn't have the distractions of many of the other new graduate students: the need to find a partner and all the socializing that required; the frustration of not finding a partner; the expense and time of going out on dates. (Michelle and I had plenty of dates—all at home.) Things were great.

One night, after we'd been going together for nearly five months, I guess I had more to drink than usual, and more than I should have. Finals were over and I knew I'd done well in my classes. I was feeling like celebrating and just relaxing. I came home early, bringing Chinese with me and a bottle of champagne.

Michelle and I had a great dinner. After dinner, we opened another bottle of wine. Tonight, I was the one to say, "Let's go make love." Michelle was eager, of course. We went to my bedroom again. (We never went to Michelle's bedroom. I think that was because it had lots of things that might remind us of Michael and the transition that Michelle had to make.) We had a wonderful evening of passionate lovemaking. 

After my climax, when we were nestled together—me in a state of sublime ecstasy—I put my arms around her, kissed her on the neck, and whispered, "I love you, Michelle." Wow! Where did those words come from? But as soon as I'd posed the question in my mind, I realized that the words had been there for a long time now. They were just waiting for an unguarded moment when they could escape my lips.

Michelle tensed. I sensed a problem immediately.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said, unconvincingly.

"No, what is it?"

"It's okay. We can talk tomorrow. For now, just hold me," she asked. And I did, still perplexed but happy to be holding her.

Michelle left when I was sleeping. And she didn't show up for a few days. I knew better than to talk with Michael as if he were Michelle. My hints of wanting to see Michelle were ignored.

Then Michael asked, casually, whether I'd found another place to live. 

I was floored. This came from out of nowhere. I remembered that the sublet agreement was just for six months, but I had no inkling that Michael might want to not renew it. I'd been living a fantasy life. And I knew that Michelle had been loving it, too—even if I didn't fully understand what she got out of it. And all of my conversations with Michael had been fine. There hadn't been even a hint of a problem in the arrangement. What the hell?

"You've got to be out by Saturday, you know," he said calmly as if it were no big deal at all—as if it didn't completely upend my life, destroying everything I'd come to love about my life now.

"What? ... Why?" I pleaded--pathetically, I fear. It was all to no avail. Michael made it clear that I would be moving out by Saturday. End of story. It didn't matter at all if I understood why.

The next few days were miserable for me. They dragged by with me mostly just moping through them. I managed to make arrangements through student housing for another place to live. I wasn't going to be homeless. No, I wasn't losing my home, just my life.

Finally, on Friday morning, I confronted Michael. I told him that I knew that he wasn't going to explain to me why he wanted me to move out. I was resigned to moving out and I wasn't going to try to change his mind. But I wanted to see Michelle just one more time before I left.

"For a date?" Michael said incredulously.

I realized that he was asking whether I meant that I wanted to see her one more time so that she'd give me a blowjob or let me fuck her.

"No," I said emphatically. "I just want to talk with her."

He seemed to believe me and, after pondering for a moment, said, "Okay. I'll see that she's here this evening, after dinner."

I went out for the afternoon. I just didn't want to be around the house now. I ate out and came back after dinner time to find Michelle waiting in the living room. She was dressed in a very feminine way, as always, but she wasn't dressed to seduce. There were two glasses of wine on the table and I sat next to her and picked one up.

"I don't understand."

"No, I'm sure you don't," Michelle replied, taking a drink from her glass. "I'm not sure I do, either."

I hadn't planned what I was going to do or say. I was winging it. We talked for a while but the conversation didn't go anywhere. I was drinking faster than I should, I'm sure. After 15 minutes or so, the bottle of wine was almost empty and Michelle accounted for less than half a glass of that.

I was desperate. I didn't want to leave. I didn't understand why I had to and neither Michael nor Michelle were helping me figure this out. So, I cast about for hypotheses. And then I hit on a theory. It seemed so right when it occurred to me. As it turned out, it couldn't have been more wrong.

It dawned on me that Michelle wasn't getting as much out of the relationship as I'd thought. I'd never really understood what she was getting out of it. I'd never given her an orgasm. I'd never even done things that were primarily aimed at her pleasure. The whole thing had been incredibly one-sided. All I'd ever done was take pleasure; I never gave it. And, then, as if illuminated by a bolt of lightning, I realized that it's to be expected that my profession of love for Michelle would be met with cold skepticism. What had I ever done to show my love for her?

This hypothesis, which quickly became a part of my perception of the whole relationship, drove me to a desperate act. I moved closer to Michelle and said, "I know I wasn't very thoughtful of you."

"It's not that," she said. But I had my analysis and I was sure that this was idle denial.

"No," I pressed on. "I'm sorry. I was selfish and inconsiderate. I wasn't thinking of you, or your pleasure. I was just bathing in the pleasure you caused me."

Michelle looked at me strangely, a look which I interpreted as uncertainty, as if she was rethinking something. Well, that was exactly what I wanted her to do.

I put my hand on the inside of her thigh. She twitched, which I interpreted as her pleasant surprise that I was caressing her with an eye toward her pleasure. She twitched, but she didn't stop me. And this, I took to be a good sign. She was letting me show her that I could change. That I wasn't completely selfish and our relationship didn't have to be built around her only giving and me only taking pleasure.

I slid my hand up toward Michelle's crotch, where it had never been before. I looked up at her and saw her watching me with guarded suspicion, or so I thought. I was determined to prove myself to her. I wasn't gay. But I was in love with Michelle. And, if Michelle happened to have a cock—if that's where her pleasure came from—I could handle that.

I pushed her skirt up, exposing her thigh-high stockings and her white satin panties with power blue lace trim. I could see her cock beginning to rise in response to the approach of my fingers. I got down on my knees between her legs, just as she had with me that first time. I slid both hands up the insides of her thighs and brought my lips to the bulge in her panties. Pressing my mouth over that bulge, I exhaled hot air through her panties and felt the welcoming response of her cock.

I rocked back enough to pull her panties down from both sides and off her legs. When I looked back to her crotch, her cock was almost fully hard and I smiled. This was working. I'd show her that our relationship could be different; I could satisfy her, just like she satisfied me. I knew that if I could make her feel what she made me feel, she would love me like I loved her.

Michelle's cock was hard now and I brought my lips to it with relish. If I'd thought all of this out before hand, I would have imagined that I'd be forcing myself to do this. But I'd have been wrong. Now I realized that I would have to force myself if I wanted to stop. And, I'm not sure I'd be successful if I tried.

My lips were around Michelle's hard cock and I was sucking it eagerly, desperately. I looked up at her. I wasn't going to try to handle the situation like she had with me that first time. I didn't have her skill. But I wanted to see her reaction.

She was looking at me with disbelief. I couldn't really tell what she was thinking from her expression. But I pressed on. I put one hand under her butt—that cute little butt that I'd fucked so many times before—and pressed her up so that her cock was even more exposed to me and pressed deeply in my mouth. And I worked her cock with my lips and my other hand.

I was doing this like a man possessed. I guess I was—possessed by the need to (re-)gain her affection and possessed by a passion that I couldn't have understood before this moment.

I sucked voraciously and, when I felt Michelle drawing close to her orgasm, I was filled with joy. I smiled around her rigid cock and anticipated the creamy reward that would prove that I could please her like she pleased me.

And the reward did come. It came in volume. I wasn't as good as Michelle at this. I gagged a little and had trouble swallowing it. What dribbled back on her cock wasn't dribbled intentionally. But, just as Michelle had, I carefully lapped it up, cleaning her softening cock with my tongue.

Just as I was examining my handiwork, and feeling rather proud of myself, Michelle blurted out, in a tone that send cold shivers through my spine, "Are you finished?!"

I looked up at her and the look on her face matched the tone. I was confused. I muttered a 'yes' as I got up and sat down next to her on the couch. Michelle pulled her skirt down over her soft cock. 

"I don't understand," I stumbled.

"You've been saying that a lot tonight." It was said coldly, without affection. Her next remarks were more compassionate. Her voice softened and, for the first time tonight, she spoke to me kindly.

"Look, I told you that I didn't understand either. It's just that ... uh, I never intended to be with you more than six months. Six months is all that these things ever run. I may be a woman, but I've got a little bit of a man's desire for variety in me. I need fresh new meat—not to carve, I guess, but to be carved by."

My head was spinning. This wasn't answering any of my questions. It was just provoking more.

"It wasn't an accident that you caught me dressed. I mean, I didn't know you were coming home early that day, but I was going to be dressed whenever you came home. And, then, I'd plead with you not to tell anyone. And even if I knew you wouldn't, I'd make sure to let you know that 'I'd do anything to keep you from telling.'" I shuddered to the echo of that first encounter with Michelle.

"And then, I'd suck you off and it would be the best blowjob you'd ever have had. And then we'd be off and running." I was just staring at Michelle, dumbfounded.

"Don't play dumb." I didn't defend myself by saying that I wasn't playing. 

"Do you think you were the first? Or that you'd be the last?" I guess I was dumb. Because that's exactly what I'd thought.

"No. I've had other roommates before—just like you. And I'm going to have more. In fact, I'm meeting a possible roommate tomorrow. We'll see if I like him. But these things don't last. Six months is about the lifespan of these things for me."

"But," I stammered. I didn't have anything to follow it up with, though.

"But what? It's over. That's just the way it is." Her voice was hard again. But when she looked at me, she softened once more.

"When you whispered that you loved me, it really freaked me out. I'm not looking for love. In fact, I'm most emphatically looking for something very different from love. And you were giving that to me. We had a good run. Maybe the best I've had. I loved the way you touched me. I could feel your desire—your need—for me. That's what I love. That's what I wanted from you."

"Things were going so well that, if you hadn't confessed your love for me, I might have extended the lease. I've never done that before but, like I said, we had a good run. When you told me you loved me, though, I knew that I had to end it there. I didn't want you to love me. I never wanted you to love me. I wanted you to fuck me hard. I wanted you to explode in my mouth. I wanted you to desire me so strongly that you couldn't bear not to have me. And you were giving me that in spades." She took a drink of her wine and went on. "Then you ruined it by falling in love with me."

I thought about whether I could tell her that I could turn back the hands of the clock—that I could unlove her, could just fuck her hard and desire her more than anything in the world. But I knew that she wouldn't believe me because I didn't believe myself when I imagined saying that.

"I thought that ... I mean, I thought tonight that if I could show you that I could give you ..."

Michelle cut me off. "I know what you thought. You made that clear." She took another drink of her wine. "But that's not what I was trying to get from you." Maybe I looked pathetic, I don't know. Well, I'm sure I looked pathetic. I was! But maybe she thought that I was crestfallen that she hadn't liked the blowjob I'd given her.

"Oh, you did okay. And it felt good," she said, but it was small comfort. I realized that I could still taste her cum in my mouth. "But the sex I needed from you wasn't that kind of sex. I take care of myself that way." I guess I looked quizzical; she explained. "Oh, I have lots of orgasms. After we'd have sex, I'd go back to my bedroom and, lie down on my bed, and pull my panties down. I'd caress myself and stroke myself to a crashing orgasm. And all the while, I'd be thinking about your hard cock pounding my ass or filling my mouth with cum. I'd think about how you looked at me, how your hands held me, how I caused you to explode with an earth-shattering orgasm. And then I'd erupt all over my skirt and stockings. That's how I get off. That's who I am."

Michelle tried to take another sip of wine but her glass was empty and so was the bottle, so she just went on. "It felt good to have you suck me. I realized as you were doing it, that this was a last, desperate act that showed me how much you wanted me. So, I added this to the list of things—the way you looked at me, the way you touched me, the way you screamed out when you erupted in my mouth or my ass—that showed me what power I had over you. I'll probably replay this scene when I jack off. It was these thoughts that brought me over the edge while you were sucking me. I mean, your lips felt good, but what gets me off is knowing the desire I can cause in men."

So, that's how it ended with Michelle. I decided not to stay that night. I left, crushed and depressed—spent the night in the teaching associate office. I went back the next morning to get my stuff. Michelle wasn't there and Michael didn't really say much to me. It was an awkward goodbye. No handshake—just a mumbled, 'bye', on both our parts.




Roommate



I went on and did fine in school, got a good job, and eventually married. My wife is a very attractive, slender blonde. With my encouragement, I've gotten her to grow her hair long. Even now, eight years after Michelle dumped me, when my wife is giving me a blowjob or I'm fucking her from behind, the way I get off—what sends me over the edge—is remembering, visualizing, Michelle. I wonder if I'll ever get over her.



Roommate



Matt was definitely crossing some boundaries this morning. He was sitting on his bed in his shared dorm room with his hand in his open pants and his nose buried in his roommate's sweaty white cotton boxer briefs. His roommate was out for a run after lifting at the gym. After he stopped in their room to change into his running shorts Matt could not resist. He had been stroking and edging himself for about 15 minutes now. Matt was a relatively good looking guy – better looking than he thought he was – tall skinny kid with long brown hair – hairy legs and some hair on his belly and a little more every year on his chest. His roommate was as hot as shit – straight, tall thin Italian kid – thin and muscular – black hair all over – probably had a hot dick from what Matt could tell but he rarely got a look at it. All he knew as that he wanted it really bad. Right now he was just lost in the musky smell of Chris' underwear. So lost he just barely heard the door open and jammed the underpants under his sheets. Still, he was sitting there with his jeans unzipped and a hard on showing through is underwear when Chris walked in. It was tough not to look guilty.

"Having fun man?" Chris asked as he shut the door behind him.

"Fuck – just getting ready for class man. Got a little distracted"

"I can see that," said Chris. Matt could smell him from his bed – Chris must have just run 5 miles or so and was covered with sweat. His shorts were so wet from sweat that Matt could see every detail of Chris's cock. "Hey man, you see where I put my underpants? They were right here on my bed." 

"Don't know man," said Matt. "You sure you left them there?" Matt was up now and zipping up his pants. Chris looked over at his bed and saw a corner of his briefs showing under Matt's sheets.

"Hey dude, they're under the sheet on your bed!" Chris reached over and pulled the briefs from under Matt's sheet. "This is definitely them." Matt just stood there – his face getting red and having no idea what to say. "You fucking queer man? You were just jacking to my underwear? What the fuck."

"Look Chris – really, I don't know what to say – I don't know what got into me..."

"I know what got into you man – you want my dick is what got into you."

"Man, please, sorry, please don't tell anyone. I don't know what I was thinking – just got carried away.

"Why don't you get carried away on this man?" Chris stood in front of him and grabbed his own cock through his shorts – clearly getting a little chubbed too."

"man, I can't.. I couldn't..."

"Get on your knees dude – you know you want to suck it "

Matt got on his knees in front of Chris. He actually did want Chris's cock – he had wanted it since the day he met him when he moved in the room. He had wanted his cock and so much more. Chris stood about 5 inches in front of him. His wet sweat shorts choking him in a deep odor of musk and sweat. Matt couldn't help himself. Without hesitation he sucked Chris's head through this sweaty running shorts. He could feel Chris' already hardening cock respond even more.

"Yeah man," Chris moaned. "take that cock dude." Matt took his cock even deeper into his mouth through Chris' shorts and the same time he was pulling them down. Chris' cock popped out of his shorts as Matt pulled them down around his legs. Chris' groin was sweaty and musky as hell. The smell totally overwhelmed Matt to the point he almost came himself. He buried his face in Chris's groin and licked his balls and under his balls half way to his hairy ass. Chris moaned and pushed his groin further into Matt's face. Matt twisted his face upwards and backwards as he worked his tongue into Chris' ass hole while Chris stood over him.

"Fuck!!" Chris exclaimed. "Fuck dude – push your tongue into my hole." He bent forward and spread his hairy ass cheeks as Matt work his tongue as far up Chris' hole as he could. It smelled so good! Hot and musky – cleaned through with sweat but just the slightest smell of shit. Matt ate Chris' hole while he reached around him and stroked his rock hard cock. His tongue all the way up into Chris' ass hole.

"Dude, I am gonna cum. I can't hold it – you are fucking driving me wild." Matt quickly switch positions and took Chris' cock all the way into his throat at the same time two of his fingers replaced his tongue in Chris's hot ass hole. Chris was moaning like wild now and pushing his cock hard into Matt's throat. Matt could feel the head of Chris' cock swell even bigger and then explode hot cum into his mouth. He swallowed it – he swallowed all of it and Chris came hard and a lot. Matt held Chris hairy ass in his hands as he kept his cock in his mouth and kept swallowing, loving the hot stream of semen gushing into his mouth and down his throat. Finally, Chris stopped and pulled his cock out of Matt's mouth. He ran his hands through Matt's hair and he tried to keep standing on his now shaking legs.

"Damn man. You fucking blew my mind man. You're gonna suck me a lot from now on. Whenever I want it."

"Whenever you want it man," Matt said, still on his knees. "I'll do whatever you want whenever you want it."

Chris pulled up his running shorts up, covering his hot spent cock which was still somewhat hard. "That was hot man. I mean it. You really like doing that?"

"Yeah man, I really like doing it. I mean it, whenever you want it."

Chris stood in front of Matt, still on his knees, and ran his fingers though Matt's hair. He titled Matt's head so that Matt's eyes where in line with Chris' waist. "You see how my fingers are here man?" Chris had his thumb in his waist band, his pinky tucked back and his three middle fingers extended below his waist band and spread out,"

"Yeah."

"From now on if you see me do this, and I want you to be watching for me to do it always, if you see me do it it means I want you on your knees and sucking my cock. You good with that?"

"Yeah."

"Because if I ever make this signal and you don't get on your knees right away, you will never suck my cock again."

"I got it man."

"And if I'm with anyone – one guy or more than one guy, you have to do it – no exceptions – you ever decline and you never get it again.

Shit, Matt thought, this is fucking hot. This is fucking serious. "I got it man. I got it."

"And if you ever talk about sucking my dick, even to me, it's all over. I may very well need it more than once a day." Chris grabbed his keys and headed to the door. "Off to practice man – I'll be back in a few hours. I may be looking for you." He shut the door behind him. Matt got up and sat on his bed. Fucking hot. He was still as hard as a rock. Chris had stopped him before he jerked off earlier and he was horny enough to cum. He reached for Chris' underwear that were still on his bed and covered his face with them. Damn he smelled musky hot. The smell almost made him cum right there. There was a knock at the door. What? Fuck? He got up and opened the door.

"Hey man." It was Joe. Cute guy. Sandy brown hair, probably a two week beard, thin – wearing loose brown jeans and a t shirt. He had a kind of musky smell to him – like he had been running around or hadn't showered today, or yesterday. Joe was kind of a stoner – smart kid but liked pot. Matt didn't know him really well but had always thought he was hot when he saw him around. What could he want?

"Hey man. Cmon in. What's up?"

"Heh." Joe came in and shut the door behind him. "Ha. Kind of embarrassing man... but.." Joe looked at Matt and blushed a bit. Damn he was hot. What was he out of pot or something? Matt didn't have any so he was looking in the wrong place. Joe adjusted his cock or something and smiled – hot. What's up? 

"Hate to say man, but, but I happened to walk by about 5 minutes ago and your door was opened a crack." What? He saw Matt sucking off Chris? This was embarrassing. 

"Yeah?" Matt didn't want to say anything he didn't need to – maybe Joe was referring to something else.

"Ha." Joe adjusted himself or something again. "Just, I'm kinda horny now – can't stop thinking about it." Are you kidding me? He wants a blow job?

"Fuck man." Said Matt. He thought for a second but not much longer and got on his knees in front of Joe.

"Shit man" said Joe. "Fuck – never done this before." Matt quickly unbelted and unzipped Joe's pants, pulled down his boxer briefs and took his musky cock into his mouth. It was semi hard and smelled musky as hell, tasted a little dirty like he hadn't showered in a couple days. Joe quickly hardened and swelled into Matt's mouth. "Uhhhhh. Fuck dude. Damn. This is hot." Matt was holding Joe's hairy ass in his hands while he worked his cock into his mouth and deep into his throat. "Fuck dude – I haven't cum in like a week."

Joe's cock was deep in Matt's throat – it was hot – Joe was a hard as a rock and fucking Matt's face with a fury . The smell was overwhelming. Joe truly had probably not showered in a week. Matt could smell the stale dirty musk of his crotch. Just for kicks he ran his fingers over Joe's asshole and ran it in front of his nose. Nasty, the smell and musk was overpowering. Overpowering but still tempting. Matt pushed Joe on to his bed and pulled his pants further down his legs. He shifted his tongue down to Joe's balls while he worked his cock with his hand. "Fuck man," moaned Joe. Matt pushed Joe's hairy legs up as he worked his tongue below Joe's balls to the skin between his balls and ass – the smell was more overpowering than ever. Matt looked at Joe's asshole – hairy and open – one of those holes that are wide open. Matt couldn't resist, even with the smell he dived in, tongue first – a thousand smells and tastes assailed him, he worked his tongue far into Joe's hole. "Holy Fuck man! Jesus! Holy shit!" Joe was writhing in ecstasy as Matt's tongue went deeper into his smelly hole, It was so open, so inviting – he ate Joe's hole with relish – tongue as far in as he could get it – mouth sucking and eating everything he could get – he loved the musky shitty smell, the deep inviting open musky hole. Joe was really feeling it now, moaning and writhing as Matt plunged his tongue deeper into his hole and stroked Joe's hard cock.

Matt's cock was throbbing as he unbelted and unzipped his own pants. His own 7.5 inch cock was as hard as a rock and dripping with precum. He couldn't help himself – Joe's ass was dripping with Matt's spit and saliva. Matt stood up and pushed his cock into Joe's asshole. "Fuck dude! No dude, fuck, no man!" Joe protested as Matt's cock slowly pushed into his hole. "Fuck man that hurts dude." Matt stopped pushing but did not take his cock out. He kept stroking Joe's cock which had momentarily softened but was hard again. Joe was breathing hard. "Fuck man. Fuck fuck fuck. Your cock feels good in my ass man. But I can't dude..." Matt pushed his cock further into Joe's asshole as he felt some walls ease up. He pushed his cock all the way into Joe's ass. "Dude." Joe was breathing hard and pushing his ass against Matt's cock. "This is the first time man. Fuck this is hot. Fuck, I didn't know I wanted this so fucking bad." Matt started fucking Joe, easy at first and then pounding his ass. He leaned forward and pushed his tongue hungrily into Joe's mouth while he fucked him. Joe offered no resistance and probed his own tongue into Matt's mouth. Matt pulled off his shirt and then Joe's shirt. He buried his face and mouth into Joe's foul armpits. He ate from them. Joe moaned.

"Fuck man, I am going to cum dude – this is too much. Unhhhhhh!" Joe arched his back and a rope of cum exploded from his cock all over his hairy abs and chest and up to his chin. Matt pulled out after a few more pumps and ate Joe's cum from his sweaty body while stroked his own cock. He could feel his own cock ready to explode, he stood on his toes and pulled Joe's face and mouth to his cock. He came long and hard and he came into Joe's mouth. Joe tried to avoid at first and then let it in – he took Matt's cock into his mouth as it pumped out hot sperm and swallowed it while Matt held the back of his neck 

Matt collapsed on the bed on his back lying next to Joe. "Damn that was hot. You have to stop over more often man. I didn't want to cum today but I couldn't help it."

"That was fucked up man. Fucked up. Who knew. That blew my mind."



Roommate



It was a miserable day at work and I needed a drink. I was too exhausted to go out to a club, but I sure as hell didn't want to go home either.

My roommate would be home and we just weren't getting along at the moment. He was always late getting rent paid, along with all his other bills at that. He would always leave his crap lying around the living room as well. And we were always arguing about it. 

I just didn't want to go home and get into an argument because I wasn't up for it. Not today. Not right now.

But I guess that is exactly where I was headed. I didn't want to go and have a drink and then dread the thought of having to drive home. I would have been a 30 minute drive to the house with nothing to keep my mind busy.

As I drive home I go over the possible conversations, or arguments, that I will have to deal with the second I walk in the door. The dishes weren't done, there was food left overs on the counter, dirty dishes in the sink, and the list could go on.

The more I thought about it the more I was upsetting myself, with every mile I drove. I wasn't going to put up with it any more.

By the time I pulled into the drive way and parked my car I was livid. This was the crap I put up with every day. If he couldn't pay the bills on time the least he could do was clean up after himself.

As I put my hand on the door knob I had decided that I was kicking him out. I would give him a week to get his shit out of the house. I was done. No more of this crap.

But just as I went to turn the knob I noticed that the light from the TV wasn't flickering in the window like it usually is. In fact there was only one light coming from inside and it was coming from the direction of his bedroom.

I knew damn well he wasn't reading or anything. I don't even think he owned a book. He watched TV or played video games and that was it.

And we agreed, no sexual partners in the house when we knew the other would be home soon. We had to have them out of the house before the other person got home. If for any reason you would be home early then we would call, let it ring twice and then hang up.

So far he has complied with this rule. If he has broken the rule today then I will give him a day to get the hell out. Today is just not a good day to fuck with me.

As I walked into the living room I was shocked. It was clean. And I don't mean there wasn't much thrown about, I mean it was clean. Almost like Boston hadn't been home all day, which wasn't like him. He could make the place look like he hasn't left in a week within an hour.

I called out his name, "Boston?" No answer. "Boston?" I called louder, only this time I heard a quiet moan.

As I walked toward his bedroom the moaning got louder. "I thought we've agreed that any sexual partners have to be out of the house before the other person got home, I said getting louder the closer to the room I got. And the madder I was getting.

The moment I stepped into his room my words broke and my jaw dropped. He was in his room alright, facing down on his bed with his arms and legs spread apart, tied down.

Now Boston and I have never had sex, but don't get me wrong, I have entertained the idea a time or two, but being roommates I didn't want things to get weird between us.

But since he is already tied up the idea becomes better and better. I mean, I do still plan on kicking him out but since he is already in the position I could get something out of it.

Boston let out another moan so I walked up beside the bed to see his face and find a necktie rolled up and stuffed into his mouth. When I came into view his eyes got wide but I could also see the pleading in them as well. I pulled out the tie and he lout out a sigh, trying to catch his breath.

"Oh thank God you've finally come home," he said, rushed still out of breath. "I've been like this for hours." I couldn't help but laugh. "I had someone over that I've had over before but she was getting a little kinkier than usual" he continued. "I almost had second thoughts but I decided to roll with it."

"She tied me up like this and then said she would be right back. That was almost two hours ago." He was calming down a little by this point but after he found out what I had in mind for him would put him in a panic again.

I stood silent for a moment listening to him ramble on about how he was left there and that I should feel sorry for him, but I was smiling and thinking about what I was going to do so I wasn't really paying that much attention. I finally heard him say "so if you could untie me that would be great and we could put this behind us."

Behind... mmm, look at that ass just waiting for me. Waiting to be used. Waiting to be fucked. "I don't think so. As a matter of fact you will remain tied up for a little while longer while I have my way with you." I replied as my smile grew

"Wait, what?" he asked. "What are you talking about? What do you mean have your way with me? Come on, let me go."

"Oh I'll come alright, and I will let you go, just not right now. In time. Right now I need a release and you are going to be the one that helps me out with that."

I walked out of the room to shower and change into the appropriate attire. When I walked back in to the room I could tell Boston had been trying to get out of the ropes but he didn't succeed. Whoever did this knew what they were doing and did a damn good job of it.

His wrists moved a little more freely but I walked over to the left side of the bed and tightened the rope. Since his head was turned the other he hadn't noticed me until I had my hand around his wrist.

"You aren't serious, are you? I mean, we haven't ever..." He said, as he turned his head in my direction. When he caught sight of what I was wearing he couldn't seem to say another word.

I smiled again, only more sinister. "I'm serious all right."

"Holy shit, you're beautiful, but what is that for?" He said as he stared at the eight inches protruding from my crotch area. "That my dear is for you. Don't worry though; I will be gentle on you, at least at first anyway."

Boston started to scream a little but I placed the rolled up tie back in his mouth. He continued to make noise in protest but the words were too muffled to understand. He squirmed, trying to loosen the restraints but to no avail. I made sure they were nice and tight so he couldn't get out. 

You could see the panic in his eyes and it was exciting me that much more. I pointed to the dildo and said, "Not to your liking?"

He shook his head quickly and he was trying to say something but I wasn't going to remove the tie to find out what it was. As I picked up the lube off the bedside table I said, "Looks like you were ready for me anyway. I think you will just as much fun as I have. All you have to do is relax a little"

Again he tried to say something but I walked away from the bedside just far down enough to get onto the bed and mount him. I lubed up the dildo, as well as his sweet spot. He tried to move away but I knew he wasn't going to get far. I slapped his ass cheek and told him to lie still and relax and this would go much easier, on both us.

"If you keep squirming you are only going to make it hurt, and this shouldn't hurt. It should be a nice pleasant experience, for the each of us. And I am trying to help with all this lube." I said as I positioned myself over him.

"Relax and just let it happen. I made a promise about going easy on you at first and I plan on keeping that promise. Once you get into more, and you will get into it, we can get a little more aggressive," I said as I put the tip of the dildo at his opening.

I pushed a little, but just enough to reassure him that this was going to happen whether he relaxed or not. I was going to happen easier if he relaxed and I tried to keep reminding him of that but I was getting tired of telling him so I pushed a little bit more. By this time he could definitely feel the pressure of the dildo.

"Relax sweetie and I promise this will be easier and more enjoyable for the both of us," I said trying to reassure him. "Don't forget, I did say I would go nice and slow and be gentle at first and I plan on keeping that promise."

Boston gave and I was able to get the head of the dildo in. "Smooth sailing from here. The most difficult part is over."

He moaned again but this time it sounded like the moan of someone enjoying what was going on. I wasn't sure though if he was enjoying it or if he was trying to make me believe he was enjoying it. Either way, I wasn't stopping.

I really wanted him on his hands and knees so I could jerk him off while I was fucking his ass so he could have the total experience for what seemed to be his first time, but I didn't want to untie him just yet either.

There was plenty of lube on the dildo so I pushed slowly so the rest of the shaft went in nice and easy. I moved in and out, slow and steady. Boston's moans louder and this time it was easy to tell that he was definitely enjoying the ride

After a few minutes of slow thrusting and steady rhythm I asked, "Can I take the ropes off your hands? I would really like you to enjoy this to the fullest extent." He nodded and tried to say something but the sound was still muffled from the tie.

Without removing the dildo from his ass I leaned up and removed the gag from his mouth. Once it was gone he was able to reply. "Yes please. I would like you to remove the ropes. I've been in this position for so long."

"I will untie your hands but your feel will remain bound. Do you understand? And do you still want me to remove your hands from the rope even though you won't be completely free? If you try to run this will only get worse for you."

"That's fine," he said, with a smile on his face. "I want to be on my knees, at least as much as I can." He was enjoying this, which only increased my pleasure.

I slowly pulled the dildo out but could feel his muscles contract around it because it became a little more difficult to pull it out the closer to the tip it got. It's a natural reaction but it made Boston moan again.

I took a couple of steps and removed the ropes from one of his hands. "Are you sure you are going to let me remove these and not try to run? You actually want me to finish you off?" I asked him before removing the second wrist restraint. "Because I will be finishing with or without your consent."

"Yes. Yes. And yes. I never knew this would feel like this. I never knew it would feel this good. I've always been afraid to try it but now I know," He replied. "And you have kept your promise and have gone nice and slow."

"For now," I said as I grinned and positioned myself again, getting ready for more.

He pushed himself up a little so he would be on his knees as much as he possibly could since his feet were still tied, and spread apart. He wasn't trying to escape and that made me happier. I got in the position and lubed up the dildo a little more. This time Boston was more relaxed and ready for me to continue.

I pushed the dildo in, easier this time and began to rock back and forth. His moaning became more rapid with every thrust, which in turn made me move even faster. I was enjoying this just as much as he was but I didn't want it to end, at least not quite like this.

I slowed to a stop and leaned in close, pressing my stomach against his back. The skin on skin contact felt great. "You feel so good," he said as I let out a moan this time. I reached around to grab his cock and was surprised when it felt much bigger than I had imagined.

I stoked it a few times and was able to make it nice and slick with his own natural lube. "Oh, when you do that and the dildo still inside of me... saying it feels great is an understatement."

I kept stroking his cock while I started moving back and forth again. He moved with me and we got into a good rhythm. With every thrust him moans became more like screams. At this moment I was really glad our nearest neighbor lived over a mile away.

"Fuck me, please. Dear God make me cum," he pleaded.

With that I put a little more pressure and force into the thrusts, as well as around his dick. He screamed while his load shot all over the bed, and just knowing he was feeling that great made my orgasm that much more intense.



Roommate A.K.A. Cousin



My cousin came back from college in need of a place to stay so I let her live with me. She is a beautiful woman with blondish brown hair and big (not huge) breasts and ass. She is not fat but has it where I like it. 

Lately she's been going to a lot of weddings. She's more of a jeans and t-shirt girl but wears skirts from time to time. This one wedding she went to she wore what I like dress hose and heels. She had on a blue dress that showed off some cleavage matching blues heels and tan hose. 

When she came home she was drunk. Before passing out in her room all she got off was her dress. She was still in her bra pantyhose and heels. Also to my surprise she was wearing no panties. When I got to her room to check on her I couldn't help but feel her up. 

I ran my hands over her nylon legs stomach and breasts. I decided to take off her bra to get a better feel. I got so carried away I took off her heels then pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles. I grabbed her feet and rubbed my dick between them. The nylons felt so good. 

Knowing that this wasn't waking her up I stopped and went to my room to undress and get a condom. When I got back she was still on her back with her legs spread. This gave me the opportunity to tear open the crotch of her hose to expose her pussy to me. I started to lick and suck on her lips. In her drunken past out state I could tell she was enjoying it because she was getting wet. Oh she tasted good. 

I got on top of her and stuck my hungry cock in her wet pussy. My cousin felt so tight like a virgin but I knew she already had sex before. Now I was her third. I was feeling her nylon legs while I fucked her. Again in her drunken past out state she came which I noticed and got me coming. 

I pulled out and just looked at her lying there on her bed. Then I worried about her finding out for I ripped open her hose so I took them off her. I decided to make it look like she took off all her cloths and got into bed naked. Hopefully she would also think she came in her sleep or got off before going to sleep. I threw away her nylons cleaned up and went to bed. 

The next morning she didn't say anything except that she was hung over. She also asked me to get her lunch. I also made us dinner so that she wouldn't have to worry about that. 

Later she finally said how drunk she must have been. She told me that she slept naked and couldn't find her nylons. I told her that maybe she took them off somewhere else. 

A month went by and she decided to tell me that she dreamt we fucked that night. I acted surprised which wasn't hard because I was. Why was she telling me this? Then she told me that she thinks she dreamt it because she's wanted me in that way. I told her that I kind of been thinking the same. Only mine was to fuck her again. 

We ended up kissing and then in my room. We both got naked and I put on a condom and fucked her "again". I found her to be wild in bed. She ended up straddling and fucking me. When I got back on top we fucked some more till we both came at the same time.  

I told her about my nylons on women fetish that I have so she bought some stockings to wear for me some times. Living with her is so much more fun. 

One time when I came home from work she greeted me wearing a light blue teddy with matching stockings and heels. This color went great with her blues eyes. I locked the door walked to her and we started kissing. My hands were everywhere mostly her ass and breasts. 

She had to stop me to get my shirt off. Then my shoes and pants followed. After I got my socks off I picked her up and carried her to my room. 

At first she was hesitant on me licking her pussy because she never had it done before. I talked her into it and she fell in love with my tongue. It's not for kissing cousin anymore. 

Feeling her nylon legs moving around on my back got me hard. I just kept licking till I got her to cum. While licking her she was moaning a lot and when she came she screamed. After that I crawled on top of her and stuck my hungry cock in her wet pussy. 

She felt the way I like pussy wet and warm. As I fucked her I pulled her teddy up to expose her tits to lick and suck them. I was driving her crazy. 

She rolled us over so that I was on my back and she could fuck me. She thrust her hips till she came again then collapsed on me. Then I rolled us over so that I could finish this hot sex with my cousin. 

After driving my cock deep in her hot wet pussy I came. She opened her eyes in shock and said, "We forgot a condom." I pulled out and said "Sorry babe. I guess we just got caught up in the moment." Luckily she was on the pill and didn't get pregnant but from then on we were more careful. 

I ended up telling her that I did fuck her that time she came home and passed out drunk. She was ok with it and said that I could do it again if I like. She also said to make sure I had a condom on. Damn do we love fucking each other. 



Roommate Adventure



Shay's college roommate had moved out for the summer to study abroad. This left Shay with an empty room and not enough rent money. She decided to put an ad in the university newspaper in hopes of finding a girl to live with for three months. Sure enough, not long after, Kate moved in.

Kate was a shy girl, with a bookish look to her. She had shoulder length blonde hair and big brown eyes hidden by big brown glasses. She didn't show off her body very much, and instead chose to wear mostly jeans and long sleeved shirts. Shay, who was more of an outgoing, sexual brunette, admired Kate for her less obvious attractiveness. The girls got along fine and the first two weeks went rather smoothly.

Shay was busy working every day and didn't see Kate very much. Kate kept mostly to her room, as she was taking summer classes and studied often. Shay tried not to bother her, but would occasionally ask if Kate wanted to go and hang out with some people. Kate always declined, and Shay began to wonder if Kate ever did anything fun. She soon got her answer.

Shay got home from a late night of drinking with friends and went to her room to go to bed. As she got undressed, she wished she had a boyfriend. Being without one for six months really took a toll on a girl, and she really wanted to have some serious sex. She got into bed and saw Kate's shadow from underneath the door as she went into her own room. Shay lay there trying to fall asleep for about ten minutes, when all of a sudden she heard it. A soft humming noise was coming from across the hall. It continued for a few minutes, and Shay was at a loss for what it could be. Then she heard an even more interesting noise: a soft moan. Finally, curiosity got the best of her and Shay went to go investigate.

Shay went quietly out into the hall and tip toed to Kate's door. She put her ear up to it and heard more humming and more moaning. Shay was almost positive that there was a vibrator in that room. The humming started to sound more rhythmic, and Kate's moans were getting louder. Shay had never thought about a girl like this before, but listening to Kate fuck herself with a vibrator turned her on like no other. She was still slightly tipsy, and after listening to this for another five minutes, she was completely wet. Shay could barely stand up before long, her pussy was aching to be touched. 

Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she plunged her hand into her panties to massage her clit. As she did so, she swayed a little on the spot and fell into the door, which wasn't all the way closed. Shay tumbled into Kate's room, her hand in her pants, completely mortified. Kate, who was laying on the bed, pink vibrator buried in her pussy, froze on the spot. Shay hurriedly got up, took one last glance at the vibrator, and dashed into her own room. She lay panting underneath her covers for what felt like an eternity. She couldn't believe what just happened. And yet, her pussy still wanted to be fucked. Not being able to help herself, Shay started to rub her hard clit again. She used her other hand to put two fingers into her dripping wet pussy. Shay couldn't believe how turned on she was, she didn't even noticed someone open her door and come in the room.

Then Shay could feel the presence of someone in her room. She threw the covers off her face to find an amazing sight before her. Kate was standing above her bed, hands behind her back, completely naked. Her glasses were gone, her hair was wild and messy, and Shay couldn't help but look at her beautiful tits. Kate smiled and said, "Can I help you with that?" All Shay could do was nod.

Kate slowly climbed onto the bed. She was on her knees above Shay, looking at her in a longing way. Kate lay down right on top of Shay and started to kiss her, and Shay couldn't help but gasp for breath. They kissed slow and sensual, their tongues flicking back and forth. Shay started to let loose and ran her fingers through Kate's hair. As they kissed deeper, Kate started to rub her nipples against Shay's. Shay could feel Kate's hot little pussy right against her. She needed to cum, and needed it bad.

Kate started to kiss Shay's neck, gently sucking as she did so. She worked her way down Shay's body, kissing her collar bone and in between her tits. She took each nipple into her mouth and flicked her tongue against them. Shay squirmed, not knowing whether or not to scream or to beg Kate to make her cum. But Kate kept moving slow, kissing down Shay's chest, licking around her bellybutton, and kissing right above her pussy. Finally, Shay couldn't take it anymore; she said, "Kate... make me cum. Please, I need to cum so bad." Kate smiled.

Shay spread her legs as wide as they would go, thrusting her pussy out. Kate got on her knees and leaned on her elbows as she lowered her face to Shay's pussy. She kissed her legs and the outer lips before going in for the kill. She took Shay's hard clit into her mouth and sucked hard. She used her teeth a little, hummed onto it, and sucked it as much as she could. Shay grabbed the sheets around her, she thrashed around the bed, she SCREAMED it felt so good. Kate kept licking and sucking her clit, and Shay could barely take it. Finally, Kate reached down to the floor and Shay realized what Kate was holding behind her back when she came in the room. Kate held the pink vibrator up for Shay to see, and Shay was mesmerized. It wasn't very long, but it was fat and thick. Kate hesitated at Shay's pussy, before finally putting it in.

Kate moved it in slow at first, inch by inch, until the entire toy was inside of Shay. Shay was going insane, wanting so bad to cum all over Kate's vibrator and hand. Kate wanted to get a better angle, so she threw over her leg and sat on Shay's stomach, facing her feet. Kate started to turn up the speed of the vibrator as she used her other hand to massage Shay's little clit again. She moved it in and out, in sync with her other hand. Shay reached up for Kate's tits and grabbed them from behind, pinching her nipples. Kate threw her head back and moaned a little, and it about sent Shay over the edge. "Kate, I'm gonna cum soon, I'm gonna fucking cum..."

Suddenly, Kate got off of Shay and told her to get on her hands and knees. Surprised but willing, Shay scrambled onto her hands and knees and threw her ass in the air. Kate got on her knees right behind her and positioned the vibrator right at her own pussy. She pounded the vibrator in Shay's cunt so hard and so fast, Shay almost fell on her face. Kate thrusted her body forward, fucking Shay hard. Shay had to hold a pillow to her face to muffle her scream. 

The faster Kate fucked her, the more Shay started to scream. She could feel her pussy juices flowing over the vibrator and down her leg, and she needed to cum so bad, it almost hurt. Kate started to thrust faster and faster, and Shay's raw pussy took it the entire time. Finally, Shay felt it wash over her and screamed, "I'M CUMMING!" It was the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. It spread through her entire body, from the tips of her fingers, to her toes. And just when it felt like it was about to end, Kate pounded harder and faster. Shay had another orgasm, just as good as the first. Then her body practically went limp. She slumped into the bed, barely breathing. She couldn't believe that this shy girl, who was still practically a stranger, made her cum like this. Shay lay panting on her stomach. She heard a small cough behind her, so she turned over to see Kate on her knees above her. Shay noticed that the vibrator had her pussy juices all over it. Kate smiled and said, "You're tired from that, aren't you. Well do you mind if I fuck myself with this too? I'm so fucking hot right now." Again at a loss for words, Shay only nodded vigorously.

Remaining on her knees, Kate took the fat pink vibrator and pushed it up into her cunt. She moaned loudly as she put her weight on it, her pussy muscles tightening around it. Feeling like she should do something to return the favor, Shay sat up. Her face reached Kate's tits, so she began to rub them. At this touch, Kate began to move up and down on the vibrator, her hands pushing it deeper and deeper. Shay took Kate's right nipple into her mouth and began to suck it hard, flicking her tongue over it. Not knowing why she wanted to, Shay reached around and slapped Kate's ass really hard. Kate screamed at this, but her hands started to move faster. Kate had her eyes closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy, as Shay continued to suck on her tits.

Suddenly Kate grabbed Shay's arm. She pulled the vibrator from her dripping pussy, and shoved it into Shay's hand. Kate got into the position she made Shay get into and she too threw her ass in the air. Having never done this to a girl before, Shay became excited. She turned up the vibrator as high as it would go and shoved it into Kate's pussy. Kate didn't even try and suppress her screams, which were getting louder by the thrust. Shay started to fuck Kate's little cunt as fast as she could, pushing it in as deep as it would go. Shay felt Kate's body tense up as she started to cum all over the vibrator. Kate screamed for a good thirty seconds as her orgasm washed over her. Shay kept fucking her, even after her orgasm was done, in hopes that Kate would have a second orgasm too. And sure enough, not long after, Kate started to slam her fists into the bed as she came again. 

After a few seconds, Shay pulled the vibrator from Kate's cunt as Kate collapsed onto the bed. The two of them lay there together for awhile, both unable to move. Finally, Shay looked at Kate and held up the vibrator.

"I think the three of us are going to be the best of friends."



Roommate Auditions



5/15/03—Graduation Day

Dear Diary: 

This is it! 4 years or of work (OK, fine, 3 years of work, about one solid year of coasting, but that's between us, to be sure, yeah?). I promised myself I'd be a bit more honest with this diary, and I think I've kind of failed. Somehow, despite being hundreds of miles from my parents, and in complete disagreement with the religious tenets I grew up with, I still feel guilty writing about the "dirty" things in my life. I've read over my diary entries for the last two years, and it is amazing. No mention of boyfriends, or even the drunken kisses of random boys, or the really random girl. I've whitewashed by own life. I'm my own censor, and that seems silly.

Justin is my boyfriend. There I said it. I said it just in time to say that he's leaving, and I'm a bit relieved frankly. When we first started dating (Dating, oh, Diary, I'm still whitewashing.) When Justin and I first started FUCKING (ah, that feels good to say, even in light of the now) it was so hot. Couldn't keep our hands off each other. We'd abandon our friends in a heartbeat if there were an empty room at a party, or a bathroom that locked, or just wasn't used much. We didn't care. I used to close my eyes and get myself off in seconds, just imaging his voice when we were fucking. I used to tell him that I could tape his muttered "Oh God's and "fuck yeah's and sell them on the Internet as a masturbatory aid for lonely women. 

And you know, I wish I had taped them, because the last couple of months, he's been quiet. The routine we settled into wasn't what 20 year olds, or hell, 30 year olds should have to settle into. We went from not-keeping-our-hands-off-each-other to bored so fast that I'm not even sure when it happened.

Well, Diary, that's not completely true. I know when it happened for me. And it was probably about the same time for him. Because he used to be so gung-ho to please me, Diary. If I asked him, he'd eat me out for half an hour, and he'd take the guidance of my hands, and let me lead him up and down my pussy, and he'd do it willingly. I'd keep him away from my clit for 10 minutes at a time, and he'd stay away from it, even though he knew that was the way to get me off quick. He dug the idea of getting me to the point where I just grabbed his head and threw him right on it, and his tongue and my finger would work in concert and I used to have these just mind-blowing orgasms that left me gasping and I was frankly ready for bed, and then he'd lift his head up, with that devil-make-care, cockeyed smile, and he'd sit up, and there'd be this not huge but impressive enough dick looking right at me, and we'd finally get to fucking, and he was so turned on and I was so turned on, we'd both come in a few minutes of him roughly fucking me. I liked it, he liked it, and we were both happy.

And then I started faking, and I think he even faked a couple of times. I can't prove it, of course, but after we got tested for HIV, and we stopped using condoms, I learned a little what his cum in me felt like, and there were times he made all the right noises and jerked almost the right way, but I just didn't feel it. 

We were getting tired of each other, I suppose. So, anyway, Justin is leaving for Graduate School in Miami, of all places, and I wish him well, and I will always have a place in my heart for him, of course, but it seems clear that there wasn't much there there, if you will, Diary.

Anyway, I'm graduating, Justin and I will probably go through the motions one last time, and then I'll be a single gal, presumably soon a professional single gal in the Cities. 

One note of concern: my roommate Jenny (who I have mentioned previously, in not so glowing terms, I admit, and she now confirms that rudeness as being well-deserved) has announced, out of nowhere, that she isn't going to stick around for the summer. 2 weeks ago, she said she was. One week ago, she swore she was. She now says she's willing to pay her share of the June rent, which gives me 2 weeks to get out of the rent agreement, or find a new roommate. I'm a little screwed, but I'll worry about it later. I'll party like hell, figure out the rest later.

5/22/03

Dear Diary:

It seems clear that with this new book, I unconsciously intended to talk only about my super-personal sex life. I've been writing in the other journal all week long. My thoughts about the build-up to war, the question of poverty in America, the issues raised by a newly economically dominant China? All in the other book. My "oh my god" personal moment, however, comes here.

I've spent the last few days interviewing roommates to live with me for no longer than the summer. I plan to move on by then, anyway.

It had all been freak and geeks for the most part, Diary. I couple of reasonably cool people, but no one I could get really excited about living with. The few cool people who did show up didn't seem to have any discernable method of income. One of them was some high school kid who had a shit load of money, but wanted to store pounds of pot in the freezer. You know, Diary, that I'm not against pot in theory, and I enjoy it on occasion, but this was felony, get raided by the DEA, explain to your Mom and Dad why you are on Court TV amounts he was talking about. And he was the best prospect after 6 hours of a pseudo-open house thing I had worked out. 

And then, Diary, there was a knock on the door. And as resigned as I was to failing, I still answered the door. And it was Misty Knight. That means nothing to you, Diary. It means almost nothing to me. I didn't know her real name. One of Justin's nerdy friends (who I've recently noticed as being cute, but that's neither here or there) swore she looked like some chick out of a comic book called Misty Knight. And, so, since we didn't know her real name, we called her Misty Knight. She was tall, six foot maybe, muscular—she ran track, and played basketball, and ran during the off-season, and was somehow busty. She was something out of a comic book. She was African-American, with a big fro that would have looked silly on me, or Justin, or Justin's nerdy but cute friend (who I suppose I should name: Conor). Diary, I've never been hurting for boys interested in me, but when I stood next to this woman, I felt like Jerry Lewis. 

And then she said, "So, you're looking for a roommate?" And I said, "Yes, indeed I am. Are you looking for a flat?"

She said, "Flat! I love your accent, girl! My name is Terese. I've seen you around."

And I of course introduced myself and we shook hands and we smiled, and I liked her grip, Diary, she seemed honest and true, and her smile suggested that we'd get along, despite our (imagined by me) differences. 

And then she said, "Mind if I look around the place? I just found out my roommate is bailing on me and I need to find a place to live in the next couple of weeks or I'm completely fucked." 

And I invited her to look around. She looked like she had been working out when she had seen my sign for the open house. She was wearing track shorts, a t-shirt, and a jog-bra that looked like it wanted to retire. As she walked out of the main room and into the dining room/library, I noticed that she was also wearing those little anklet socks with the little poofballs on the ankle. I remember that because I was just about to ask her about those when she looked back at me and said, "Do you mind if I check your water pressure?"

And I said, "No, by all means, I think you'll find it works quite well."

And I remember her snickering and saying "quite well" in a tone that seemed to mock mine, which bothered me for a moment, and then I remembered what I had left in the shower, and my bothering fell away to terror, to be honest, diary.

Soon Enough, Misty, I mean Terese, had the water going, and I could see steam billowing out from the bathroom. And I heard her yell, "Do you mind if I jump in real quick? I'm so sweaty." 

I don't remember saying anything, but I do remember her saying "Thanks" and then I could hear the pattern of the water falling change, as it was no longer hitting ceramic but flesh, and I found myself quite unsure what to do.

I knew I had forgotten something, something that made me uneasy about Misty, I mean Terese, being in my tub. I couldn't quite place it until I heard, "Oh my goodness!"

And then it dawned on me, and before I could say a word at all, Terese came out of the bathroom, fog and steam trailing her, and she was carrying the graduation present I had bought myself. I had done research, and I had decided the extra money was worth it. I had bought myself a really top of the line vibrator, and that's what Terese walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and a knowing smile, clutched in her hand.

She said, "My Goodness, Siobhan (and she pronounced right, by the way, Shov-ON. Neither here nor there) what kind of apartment are you running when this is in the bathroom?"

And I was struck dumb, I really was. And she smiled at me, and walked over to me. I took one step back for every two she took toward me, and given that, she was practically on top of me in seconds. 

The steam was coming right off her body. I could smell my soaps and shampoo on her, and she looked like a fucking African Goddess and I was a little scared and a lot turned on, and I knew she completely had me. 

She knew it, too.

She ran the dildo up the inside of her thigh, and when it started moving the towel to one side, she said, more than she asked, "Do you want me to lock the door?"

I think I must have nodded, because she smiled again, and moved like a cat to the front door, flipped the lock and turned back to me. Her towel fell without her doing anything at all. She was, if it is possible, more incredible naked than she was in her running uni, or in a towel. I was smitten. I had Jungle Fever. I was Ultra-Bi-Curious. I was in 'Justin Who?' Land. 

And when she walked over, back to me, (me, still being frozen in the spot when she emerged from my bathroom with my dildo!) and she didn't lean over, she bent at the knees, and she kissed me, and she forced her tongue into my mouth and ran her tongue along the ridge of my teeth, and I felt her right hand cup my ass, and her left hand rub my thigh, I was in trouble, Diary, real trouble.

Diary, I have to be honest. I'm trying to type this out while playing myself, because the memory is so fucking hot, and I think I really need to take care of business. But I swear to you, I'll finish this story.

5/23/03

Dear Diary:

Well it's taken me a whole day to get back to this. Last night was pretty intense. I don't think I've ever come so many times, with or without anyone else. The expensive dildo seems to have been a good investment. I'm actually sore this morning. I practically fell asleep coming; I lost track of how many orgasms I gave myself last night. It turns out that I'm quite generous with my attention, when it is directed towards me. On some level, I'm almost worried. I've never been this horny before in my life, and I'll have to be smarter about it than I have been. But on the other hand, if I had been smart about the other day, I would not have had the pretty fucking incredible time with Terese.

Let's see, I'm checking where I left off yesterday. Barely remember writing it, to be honest. Ah, so Terese was kissing me, and feeling me up, which I have never had a woman do before. I've had bi-curious feelings before, but I was so disgusted with the way some of the girls at school would hook up at parties just to get guys attention that I never really explored the feelings much at all. I didn't want to be one of "those" girls. And I do enjoy cock, for the most part, so I didn't feel like I was missing anything too important.

And there I was, with this just goddess of a naked woman with her tongue dancing in my mouth and her hands all over me. I realized that I was kissing her back. 

I also realized that I really wanted to touch her body. See my pale hands on her dark skin. I reached out and wrapped my left around her to bring her closer to me. Her skin was still warm and wet from the shower. I was still trying to figure out where I should put my right hand—I was still a little unsure of the entire thing, however fucking hot it was. Terese grabbed my hand and put it right on her nipple. She broke the kiss long enough to sigh loudly and say "pinch it". Then her tongue was right back in my mouth.

I start playing with her nipple, gently at first, just playing with the erect tip. When I gave it a little squeeze, Terese moaned in my mouth, and grabbed my ass hard. My turn to moan. I became extremely conscious of, and frustrated about, the amount of clothing I had on. 

Terese was reading my mind. She broke away from me again and whispered, "Don't you think you're a bit overdressed?" I smiled and nodded, and took off my top. Terese felt my breasts through my bra, and when she said, "Your breasts are bigger than I thought they were," I felt a strange rush of pride. I've heard guys say that, and it always annoyed me, but I guess when it comes from someone who has their own pair of breasts it feels less shallow, somehow. 

Oh, God her breasts. They really were beautiful. They were high on her chest, and were just perfectly shaped. All of her athletics had probably kept them from getting just ridiculously large, because the girl didn't seem to store fat anywhere else on her body. Everywhere else, she was muscular. Her thighs were probably twice the size of mine, but I'll wager mine have twice the fat percentage. The girl is just built.

Anyway, we were both insanely hot at that point, and Terese didn't even give me time to take off my bra. She just slid the straps down off my shoulders enough be able to pull the cups down and take my breasts out. She leaned over and put her tongue around one of my nipples. I think I gasped, because she looked up quickly, with her brown eyes wide open, though she never took her mouth away. I reached underneath her head and starting playing with both of her nipples at once. She was clearly sensitive there, because she moaned again.

She started to move towards me, and I realized she was guiding me to my couch. I willingly--hell, who am I kidding—I eagerly walked backwards to the couch and half sat, half fell into it. Terese was standing in front of me, briefly, and I was looking directly at her pussy. 

Terese surprised me then, because she took my head and pulled right into her. Again, if a guy had done that, I would have been either scared or pissed off. But with her, it seemed OK. She was forceful, but I sensed that she knew I had wanted her to do it that way. She opened her legs up and she pushed my face in her pussy, I put my hands on her thick thighs and dove in. 

Now, I've never been within licking distance of another woman before, but I have certainly been on the receiving end enough times. I think I mentioned Justin was always more than willing in my first entry (God that was just a week ago. My life has been fucking crazy lately). Justin was always eager, which is important, but he wasn't always skilled. I coached him, and I'm sure there are going to be women in Miami who appreciate everything I taught him. He'll thank me, too, I'm sure.

Anyway, I knew I wanted to tease Terese just a little bit, so I stayed away from her clit at first. I went close to it, and I could feel her tense up in anticipation, and then I'd move away from it. It was fun—she had been in control the entire time, and I was finally getting a chance to be assertive in my way.

When I could begin to sense some frustration from her—she was practically shaking, trying to will herself to come (I've been there), I lifted one hand to pinch her nipple, put the other on her ass and drove her pussy into my mouth, and put my tongue right on her clit. I was rewarded instantly with a fucking scream. She didn't gasp, she didn't moan, she fucking screamed. It wasn't until that moment that I realized that I was incredibly fucking wet. I had been so caught up in the whole idea of this afternoon, so busy thinking, "I can't believe I'm doing this" that I hadn't noticed just how hot Terese had gotten me. As I continued working her clit with my tongue, flicking sideways and up and down, keeping a quick and firm rhythm, I felt her fingers in my hair, felt them tense up, wrap themselves in my curly red-brown hair. It was a sign she was close to coming. 

I moved my hand from her ass to her other breast, and pinched both of her nipples and then, ever-so-lightly, held her clit in my teeth, and continued to flick it with my tongue. She came instantly. I felt her whole body shake. I know those shakes, those full body orgasms, and I know they are fucking awesome. I pulled away from her and looked up and she was sweaty and smiling and she put her hand under my chin and said, "You've done this before!"

I smiled sweetly, and said, "No, you are my first woman." The look on her face was priceless. 

There was more of course. It took her no time to take off my shorts (I can't believe I was still wearing them, and neither could she). She ate me out wonderfully, though she was a little rough on my breasts, which I wasn't super into. It didn't stop me from coming like crazy, mind you. 

We fucked for awhile, and took our turns using the dildo on each other (which was fantastic, too. The dildo flashing in and out of my pussy so fast it was blurry, and Terese's tongue splitting time between my mouth, my nipples and my clit (she's also a bit of a biter, which I didn't think I'd like, but I guess I learned that I do, if it is done correctly).

It was one hell of an afternoon. I'm wet again writing about it, which I didn't think would be possible after last night. I haven't seen her or heard from her since this all went down, but it's only been a few days. I kind of hope she finds another place to live. I know I need a roommate, but if she were it, I don't think I'd get anything done. I already find myself wondering whether she likes men, too, and who I could get to join us and keep his damn mouth shut about it. That's probably just the fucking hormones talking at the moment, but dammit if a three-way sounds a lot better than it did all those times Justin suggested it as a way "spice up" things. I find myself wishing I had bought a strap-on, too. Good lord. Again, I have to say I'm a little concerned by just how horny I am. 

That's it for now, Diary, you're all caught up, and now I'm going to go see whether I'm really too sore to enjoy masturbating. I'm wagering that I'm not.