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Roomies

By: tarkatony



My roommate Lins Gilpin burst through the door of our one room apartment, threw her keys on the small table beside the door and herself onto the couch between our two desks. "I met him tonight, Jags."

I had swiveled in my desk chair at her noisy entry, "Who?"

She gave me a mischievous smile I hadn't seen in a long time, "My husband."

This kind of stunned me: she had never said anything like this before, "How on earth do you know?"

The mischievous smiled stayed as she stood up, kicked off her shoes, put her hands under her skirt, pulled down her pink nylon panties, took them in one hand and, stretching the waist band like a sling shot, she flick them at the door about two feet away; they stuck about mid way up for a few seconds before fluttering limply to the floor. "That's how I know. I've been soaked all night and he didn't even touch me!"

I laughed at the crude drama, "Who is he?" I had known Lins almost my entire life and had seldom seen her this excited — excited, yes, always, but seldom this excited.

Lins was struggling out of her skirt, "His name is Bill Harmon. I saw him in the cafeteria," she was undoing her blouse buttons now, "and I just walked up to his table, he was sitting alone, and I asked him if I could join him." She shook off her blouse and undid the clasp between her breasts and when she threw her bra on the bed she squeezed her breasts, "God, I don't ever remember being so horny."

"So, who is he?" I was really intrigued, she had never talked this way before.

Lins looked at the work on my desk, "You finished for the night?"

"Another hour or so …"

"Come on Jags, not tonight. Look at me, I'm a wreck, I have needs."

I laughed, she was anything but a wreck. Lins is voluptuous; she positively exudes sexual health, in her round, pretty Polish face, in her Rubenesque softness and her heavy chest. But it's her openness that is so stunningly appealing: Lins conceals nothing; her urges are there for the world to see and tonight, they couldn't be more obvious. I turned off the lamp on my desk and stood up, stripping off my sweater, "Tell me about him."

As I changed into the t-shirt I wear to bed she went to the bathroom and quickly brushed her teeth and then hopped into my bed. "He's in Commerce," I heard her say as I peed, "fourth year. I think he's really bright, but really calm, the calmest guy I've ever met. And cute, too, in his own way; and serious. He isn't one of those frat boys you hate. This guy is going places and God, I can't tell you how much I want to go along for the ride."

I was watching her from the doorway as I brushed my teeth.

"You should have seen the way he ate his soup today, real deliberately, as if each spoonful was his last, and his eyes never left mine. He's probably a Buddhist or something like that, really calm and peaceful. I loved being around him." She laughed, "He made me, ME, feel calm and peaceful, can you imagine that?"

I laughed, no I couldn't, then, eyeing her panties on the floor, I said, "He made you feel a little more than calm and peaceful." I took my backpack from my bed and threw it on hers and crawled on, resting my back against the wall. When she settled in beside me I instinctively slipped my arm under her neck and she nestled into me with her cheek against my breast, then she opened her legs, resting her left leg against mine and when she placed her fingers in her pussy she began to tell me all about him: what he looked like; what they had talked about; what he was wearing.

"You look beautiful, Lins," and she always did as she got close, "He'll be a lucky man." I kissed her lightly on the forehead and brought my hand to her large soft breast and massaged it lightly, her hand on mine, "Come on Lins," I said quietly, while pecking at her forehead, "think about him, make it a good one," and I squeezed her breast harder.

It was always hard to tell with her. She never bucked at her fingers, never whimpered, never screamed, she just fingered herself until she let out a satisfied sign then, when she was with me, she'd turn into me, the signal for me to turn around and she'd wrapped her arms arm me, carefully placing her hands on my small breasts, nestling into me and drift off. Most nights when we did this, I waited until she was asleep then I'd carefully extricated myself from her and go to her bed.

It wasn't the worst night of my life but it was one of them. I hate small talk so I hate cocktail parties but I went because Lins insisted on it; she wanted my support. He had invited her.

Bill Harmon looked to me like the perfect guy for Lins, for a lot of reasons but the biggest is that in five years he was going to be crumpled and greying and sagging and entirely indifferent to how he looked. And so would Lins, I felt certain about that.


His brother, John, though was as different from him as I was from Lins. He was made for the cocktail circuit. He was about my age, maybe a little older, athletic, good looking, taking a graduate degree in marketing and, there is no other word for it, he was suave: he worked the room like a young Carey Grant, flitting from one group to another, leaving laughter, joy and goodwill in his wake.

I loath people like that. Their shallowness comes so effortlessly; their superficiality is rewarded as if it had the weight of gravitas. I felt like cuffing the cretin but for Lins' sake I didn't. I accepted the two drinks he delivered and made no effort to respond to his meaningless pleasantries and when he offered to drive me home I waved him off dismissively with a "Thanks, but I'll take a bus." Suavity has never worked on me and never will.

Though I hadn't seen her since Friday night, I wasn't really worried about Lins and didn't need to be. When she bounded into the apartment late on Sunday, just as I was getting ready for bed, her smile lit up the room, "Oh, God, Jags, am I ever in love," and she dove at me and driving me onto the bed with her and hugged the breath right out of me.

Lins and I have been through a lot together since we started rooming together three years ago in second year college. We cared for each other as if we were sisters and my happiness for her joy was honest and unconditional … and soon would be tested. 

Once I broke her hold we both quickly got ready for bed and within five minutes I was holding her, like I do and she was telling me her story.

She had had a wonderful time at the cocktail party meeting Bill's friends. He had made her feel like she was the only woman he had ever cared for — and would ever care for. Later, she went back to his apartment and she didn't leave it until he drove her home less than half an hour ago.

She recounted in great detail their early hours together in the apartment. 

"I had had a few drinks when we got there but that wasn't it, I wasn't just horny, I knew I loved the guy and I was pretty sure he was feeling pretty good about me, too. But as soon as the door closed, he changed, he got really nervous, really defensive, really awkward, like he had no idea what he was going to do next. I waited, but nothing, he didn't pour me a drink, didn't ask me to sit down, he didn't do anything, so I just sort of took over." I had absolutely no difficulty imagining this. 

"I went over to him, took him gently by the hand, walked him to the couch and sat him down. He seemed to me like a little kid; I thought if I sat down beside him I'd scare him half to death so I did what I had wanted to do ever since I met the guy," she nudged me in the ribs and laughed, "I took off my clothes. But I didn't just rip them off, I took them off really carefully, really slowly, trying to read his thoughts, trying to see what I could do to excite him. But he wasn't excited, he was scared, he would barely look up at me. But then I took off my blouse and that seemed to awaken something in him."

She cozied into me, "He had been almost slumping on the couch but when I stripped to my bra he sat up straighter, looked at me more closely and I could see he was getting interested, even a little excited. He was breathing hard now and sweating, too, I could see it on his forehead. He was staring at my breasts as if he had never seen breasts in a bra before. Then I let my skirt fall to the floor. Well, you should have seen him then. He was almost panting and he wasn't looking at my breasts any more, he was looking at my panties and he was getting really excited. He was leaning forward on the couch, staring at me as if he had never seen a girl in her underwear, either. That's when I took off my bra and, I don't know why, I was going to just drop it on the floor, but I didn't, instead I handed it to him and when I did, I thought he was going to, I don't know, pass out." 

Lins absently put her fingers on her panties now and lightly caressed her pussy. "Then, with my eyes on his, trying to read his thoughts, I slowly took off my panties and," she laughed at her boldness, "I handed them to him, too — I just had them in my hand and offered them to him, really tentatively, I couldn't believe he's want them, but he seemed to, he seemed fascinated by them, and by the bra, too. But it was the panties that did it. He reached out and almost grabbed them from me then he sat back on the couch with my bra in one hand and my panties in the other — he was like a kid with new toys, the most marvelous toys in the world. He was holding them lightly in his hands; I could see his fingers feeling them and he was bringing them close to his face as if he wanted to smell them. It was unbelievable." 

Lins put her hand inside her panties now and when she did I bent down and kissed her forehead. "What did you do?" 

"I knelt down on the couch beside him and put my hand on his and encouraged him to bring the panties to his nose. When he did he just lost it. With my panties pressed to his face he shoved his shoulder into me, toppling me onto the couch and he climbed on me and forced my face into the crook of his neck and he almost strangled the life out of me. But I let him, he seemed to have an awful lot of pent-up … something, but eventually he let me go and I struggled out from under him and held him tight for the longest time and when I finally let him go I noticed he still had my underwear in his hands. That's when I had the bright idea, I mean, he clearly had something going on with my panties and bra. 'Would you put them on for me?' It shocked me that I'd say something like that, I mean it's really weird, right? And it shocked him, too but not in the way I expected."

She pushed her face into my breast and held it there for a moment before continuing. "'Can I. Do you really mean it?' That's what he said and when I nodded and smiled, he did, like he had waited to do this his entire life. He quickly stripped off his clothes and pulled on my panties and he was moaning when he did, moaning like he was in a sexual place I've never been before," then she laughed, "but I want to get there, Jags, I really want to get there." 

She sat up, pulled off her panties, then settled against me again and continued her slow masturbation and her story. "After he put on my panties he tried on the bra and when it wouldn't fit he seemed almost crestfallen, so I pulled him down to me again and I started to caress his penis through the panties. Well, it was like having complete control of the Jolly Green Giant. The guy was a little pussy cat, purring and sucking on my shoulder," she pulled back her t-shirt to show me the mark he had left.

She must have been getting close because her eyes were on her pussy now, as she did when she was getting close, and I could see her fingers working a little harder. "My mind was whirling like one of those video slot machines. I was trying to figure out what his fetish was; was it the underwear or his wearing the underwear? I wanted to find out. So I stroked him for a few minutes then I slowly got off the couch and took him by the hand and we went to his bedroom but before he got on the bed, I sat on the edge of it and took his panties off, slowly while watching for his reaction. It was like taking a sucker from a little kid; he didn't object but he sure didn't like it, either. Then I stood up beside him and put them on." Her fingers were motionless now, as if she wanted to delay her ecstasy until the end of her story. She had a wide smile on her face as she looked up at me, "Have you ever tried to look sexy as you put on your panties?" She laughed, and turned away, "No, of course you haven't, but I did then, I did while watching him and I could see I was really getting to him: his misery at losing his panties seemed to be turning to joy at me getting them. So I lay down on the bed and waited for his reaction. I mean, what was the guy thinking?"

Lins pulled her fingers out of her and turned into me, snuggling her face into my neck. "It was unbelievable, Jags. He stood beside the bed for a few minutes just looking at me, looking at my panties, then he went to them, really slowly, calmly, like I said, he's really calm, well, most of the time. He put his face on them and kissed, all over them, for the longest time, maybe half an hour, maybe more, kisses, wet kisses and he was purring like a kitten. I just lay there, propping myself up with pillows, watching him, fascinated, with my fingers in his hair and I got hotter and hotter — all this just mattered to him so much, I mattered to him. I know it sounds nuts but he was loving the panties but he was loving me, too; it seemed to be the way he expressed himself — I'll tell you more about that in a minute. Anyway, he played with me and my panties for a long time then he asked me, in a really lost voice, he sounded almost like he was in pain, he asked me if he could have them again. I said yes, of course, and he stripped them off me and had them on within a few seconds and he lay down beside me, you know, in a 69 and that's when I made plans to get him his own because these panties were now soaked from his spit and my juices but in a few minutes I didn't care because he lost himself in me and I kind of lost myself in him."

She leaned up and gave me a kiss on the lips, "It was the best sex I've ever had, Jags, it was unbelievable. He must have spent an hour down there, exploring every bit of me, opening me up, licking and sucking. He seemed to know when I was about to cum because he's back off and suck on my belly, he really loves to suck, and then he'd go back at me." She laughed, "And I went at him, too, through the panties which got even wetter with his pre-cum. And then it just sort of happened. I kneeled over him and he licked me as I rode him and I pulled out his penis and sucked on it and together we just exploded into each other, me, I gushed out a flood that had him choking and him, he shot about 5 years of sperm into me and it had ME choking, too, so we rolled away from each other, both coughing and fighting for breath and it took a minute or two for us to recover and then there was another few seconds that were really awkward, both of us wondering what the other was thinking, and then we just started laughing — it was about the best moment of my life because I knew then, I knew right at that moment that we had really connected, mentally as well as physically. And, well, the rest of the night was just a dream, the whole weekend was a dream." 

She now snuggled further into me, wrapping her arm around me, pulling me into her. "We talked about it, Jags. He told me he has always fantasized about underwear, about a woman's bra and panties and he had always wondered if he would ever have a night like we had. But he didn't think it could happen; he would be too embarrassed. I told him that it didn't embarrass me at all, that I loved being with him, having sex with him, I told him that it thrilled me that he liked my underwear. You should have seen him, he just melted into me, it was as if he had found the Holy Grail or something." 

I hugged her, really squeezed her, "You're beautiful, Lins, you're beautiful and sexy and I love you."

She climbed onto me now and gave me a muscular kiss on the lips then she rested on me, her cheek beside mine. "You are, too, Jags, you're really beautiful, too."

"But not sexy?" I laughed.

She didn't look at me, "It doesn't bother you, does it?" 

I thought I knew what she meant, "No, why should it?"

She kissed me again, more tenderly this time, "Because we could have had fantastic sex together for one, and for another, where are you going to find a man who is going to be happy with a lifetime of masturbation while you hold him? I'm telling you, Jags, you need help." She brought her fingers to my panties and teased me with them until I slapped them away.

Next Saturday morning Lins phoned me from Bill's place telling me to come to dinner that night. I did as directed and when I rang the bell Linds opened the door.

Strangely, she hadn't mentioned that Bill Cameron lived in a palace, the top floor of a three story mammoth mansion and she hadn't mentioned that he shared the palace with his younger brother, John, who stood up from what looked like a Louis XIV couch as I entered, the very couch Lins and Bill had first played on just a week before?

It's a dilemma to me: I don't like men holding doors open for me and I don't like them standing when I walk into a room, and I certainly don't like them taking my hand as if I was the delicate Other Gender, I find that unbelievably condescending. My dilemma is that while I can understand why they do it, traditions die hard, I would much prefer being treated like an un-differentiated equal. But no: John had my hand in a genteel grip moments after I entered the room, then he handed me off to Bill. 

The meal … was catered, I kid you not, and Lins, without even a hint of affectation, played her role as an effete aristocrat, like the two brothers, as if she had been born to it. Me? I wanted to hit somebody, I wanted to spill a little gravy on Bill's ascot or some red wine on Jim's twill jacket, the one with the leather patches on the elbows as if he had just come from writing a history of 19th century England. God it was all so … civilized, the meal, the drink, the conversation — the people, Lins included. I wanted to scream, but I didn't, instead I used a cold shoulder to deterred the brothers from further inquiry into how I chose to live my life.

There are people who have a disconnect between how they look and how they act. Lins says I'm one of those. She says that while most women are soft and glowing and look like they could have been painted, I don't: I look like I've been etched. I'm tall and thin and flat, with long brown hair with a slight curl that frames a face of sharp angles: pointed jaw, aquiline nose, thin, severe lips and high, prominent cheekbones. Trouble is, I'm considered classically beautiful — people are naturally drawn to me thinking I'm as appealing as my looks. I'm not. I'm a scientist, an emotionless empiricist who wants nothing more than to be left alone. According to Lins, that's why I'm completing my Masters in science: to get the solitary lab and the sexless lab coat.

"And what do you want to research?" Jim asked, as if he actually cared.

"Cancer."

Lins gilded the lilly, "Jags has worked for the past three summers in a lab. She's brilliant — she's on a full scholarship and has already had a ton of job offers." Then she added something that totally blew me away, "Bill and John's father owns RPMR."

It must have been my reaction. RPMR has a fabulous reputation of being a pure research company with none of the excesses of Big Pharma; RPMR's funding is targeted directly to the lab, not to the boardroom. And not to a mansion like this. With Lins' news I couldn't help but look around the opulent mansion, it just seemed so against everything RPMR stood for. I guess my reaction was a little too overt because both men burst out laughing, then Bill said, "We have a mother, too."


Roomies 01: Stress Release



It was nearly nine o'clock. By now she should have been getting a shower, and then picking a dress for a night out on the town. But recently she hadn't had the time. Her lecturers at Nottingham university had really started to crack down on the students.

Now all she had time for was her dissertation and her boyfriend James. And both were driving her up the wall. She was struggling to reach the word count for her university work and she was struggling to keep up with James' "bad boy" antics. 

There was a knock at the door of her bedroom but she was so busy with the reams and reams of photocopied research material that she almost didn't hear it.

Another knock.

"Kate! I know you're in there!" Kate looked up from her work then, it was the sound of her friend Siobhan. Siobhan had been her friend since college and they'd found themselves at the same university, though not on the same course.

Kate opened the door.

Siobhan stood there wearing a slinky black dress and knee high leather boots with killer heels. The dress had a V design that showed off enough of Siobhan's C-Cup breasts, pert and firm and perfectly round. The hem of the skirt was half way down her shapely thighs. She wore her hair down, like a femme fatale.

Kate felt so intensely jealous, she hadn't had a chance to dress up like that in what seemed like forever.

Siobhan knew how to get into the old student flat without a key and visits like this weren't uncommon. Well, not exactly like this one...

Siobhan's smile was as cute as her deep brown eyes.

"Hello you..." She said. "I'm thinking of going out tonight, want to come with me?"

"Not tonight." Kate said gloomily. "I've got to get this work finished, but it's driving me insane."

"Well I think you need a break." Siobhan said.

"But I'll be too busy thinking about my work to enjoy myself." Kate sat back down at her desk. "I'm sorry hon."

Siobhan sat on the edge of Kate's bed and crossed her legs, pulling the dress tighter over her perfectly shaped lines. Siobhan was the hottest girl on her drama course and didn't have any problem getting boys. She wasn't a slut about it, but she certainly had her pick of the room. Any room.

Kate was equally attractive, though her breasts were slightly smaller. Together they had made grown men cry.

"You used to be so much fun..." Siobhan said, and Kate tried not to think about it. 

Not just the partying, the drinking, but the other things they had done together.

Once or twice they had drunkenly kissed, mostly so they could get boys to buy them drinks at bars, and a few times they had masturbated to each others dirty stories. Only once had they touched each other but afterwards Kate had licked her fingers and couldn't forget the sweet taste of Siobhan's sex.

"So how's James?" Siobhan asked, snapping Kate out of her thoughts.

"He's being such an arse." Kate said, picking up her pencil in the vain hope she might eventually do some work. "Drinking and getting up to stuff with his mates."

"I've totally gone off guys." Siobhan said. "More trouble than they're worth."

Kate rubbed her neck, she was so sore and so tired. Siobhan gave a sympathetic, if slightly sarcastic "aaaw".

"I wish I could go out tonight, I really could."

"Well, you can have plenty of fun staying in."

"Yeah right..." Kate laughed. "Fifteen thousand words of fun."

Siobhan stood up and walked over to Kate, resting her hands on her shoulders and leaning over her to look at her work.

"Shakespeare." Siobhan said dryly, "Joy."

Her hair was hanging down and brushing the side of Kate's face, it tickled a little. And her hands were resting on Kate's shoulders. Siobhan gave her a little squeeze and then began a faux massage. Kate smiled.

"Hmmm..."

Siobhan took this as an invitation and really began to work out the tension in Kate's shoulders. Kate closed her eyes and lost herself in the feeling. She couldn't believe how tense she'd been.

"Just there... no, left a bit... that's it..." Kate said, before snapping out of her trance. "Now I can get back to work."

Siobhan stood back annoyed.

"You're just no fun anymore." She said. "I've got to get you out of yourself for a while methinks."

"Please, I've got to get this done."

Siobhan leant forward and whispered softly into Kate's ears, her sultry voice one that had melted boys into playthings. Her warm breath was hot on Kate's skin.

"Let's see what I can do for you..."

Siobhan then sat on the desk in front of Kate and on top of her photocopies.

Siobhan slowly parted her legs, the black dress pulled up to reveal she wasn't wearing knickers. Kate tried not to look at her shaved pussy.

"I could be your distraction..." Siobhan said and slowly, sensually she began to run her fingers over her womanhood, parting it and toying with it. Her juices began to run onto Kate's work.

Kate bit her lip, trying so hard not to give in to temptation.

"Please don't..." She sighed weakly. Siobhan began to moan and work her fingers faster over her clit.

When Kate could take no more she reached out and took her by the hand, stopping her. Siobhan looked down at her as if to say "what the fuck..." but before she could bitch Kate had taken her fingers and was running them over her lips, before sucking on them. 

As she did this, Kate was tracing the fingers of her free hand along Siobhan's thigh, and then the lips of her sex, before inserting one, two fingers into her wet pussy. Siobhan moaned.

Sucking on Siobhan's fingers, Kate closed her eyes, Siobhan's juices tasted so good. Kate stood then, and held her face teasingly close to Siobhan's. Feeling the other woman run her fingers into her hair, Kate leant in and kissed Siobhan passionately, their tongues entwining as one, with all the finesse of women and none of the random clawing of boys.

The kiss seemed to last forever, only breaking as Siobhan arched her back, gasping hard as she came to orgasm. She rested her head on Kate's shoulder before beginning to kiss her neck.

"Here, you're doing all the work." She said. Siobhan gently pushed Kate back down into her chair with her boots. Kate was trapped in the chair as Siobhan slowly unzipped the black dress. "We've been doing a new workshop, it's all about giving the audience what they want."

Siobhan stood, allowing the dress to drop to the floor. She turned and bent over, her firm little ass in Kate's face. Siobhan opened the music player on Kate's laptop and found their favourite album. She turned back to Kate and planted a big kiss on her lips, her neck, her breasts. She was on her knees know, lifting Kate's T-Shirt over her heard. The shirt caught over Kate's head, and Siobhan held it there. Kate was trapped as Siobhan sucked and bit at her nipples, biting her supple flesh and blowing cold air over her warm skin.

Kate lifted her ass from the chair so Siobhan could pull down her pants, revealing Kate's warm, wet pussy.

Siobhan wasted no time, kissing it, playing with it. She began to slide her tongue in...

...when there was a knock at the door.

Kate hastily pulled her T-Shirt down, but Siobhan, engrossed in Kate's moist pussy held the chair firm, she wouldn't let her friend back away.

"Who is it?" Kate called, her voice trembling.

"Could you turn the music down?" It was Kate's Canadian roommate Jess. "Some of us are trying to study."

"Sure," Kate reached over and turned down the music. The door opened just enough for Jess to peer through. She was slightly younger than Kate but the more responsible of the pair. A dedicated sciences student into anime and wearing glasses she didn't really need. She was pretty too, a natural red head.

"Are you okay?" Jess asked.

"Yes," Kate trembled, glad Jess couldn't see that she wasn't wearing any pants and that her best friend was eating her cunt. "Just trying to let off some steam."

"Okay," Jess smiled sympathetically and left. "Just keep it down."

A few seconds later Kate realised she was holding her breath and as she exhaled she shuddered with the most vigorous orgasm.

Siobhan straddled Kate, wrapping one of her fuck-me-booted legs round the back of the chair. Siobhan kissed Kate, their tongues sparring. 

"She's always so tense," Siobhan whispered nodding towards the door. "If she wasn't so tight I'd probably fuck her."

"What's got into you?" Kate said breathlessly, staring deeply into Siobhan's beautiful eyes.

"I just realised today, we only get to do this once." Siobhan said, "We are awesome, we shouldn't kill ourselves learning. You've got to love it, enjoy it. Live it. I like living. It means we get to fuck."

Kate had no words, instead pulling her friend into a long, passionate kiss. Kate grabbed at Siobhan's ass, spanking it, once, twice, three times. Siobhan bit Kate's lip just hard enough to draw blood. All of their tension was washing out of them.

They were rudely interrupted by a sound outside the door and curse. The sound of bare feet padding back to the room next door and a door trying not to slam.

Siobhan giggled. "Let's go give the audience what she wants."

Siobhan stood up, Kate following. Kate removed her shirt, tossing it onto the now discarded work notes. Kate and Siobhan stepped out of the room into the small corridor that linked the two bedrooms and the kitchen. There was a Tupperware box on the floor next to the radiator outside Kate's room, chocolate fudge brownies scattered across the floor.

Kate tapped lightly on Jess' room.

"Yes?" Jess called through, her voice trying to fake innocence.

"You dropped your brownies," Kate called.

"Yeah, I was going to give you one, help you relax, they always help me."

Siobhan had her arm round Kate as they leant against Jess' door, her hand fondling her ass, slotting neatly into her crack, where a finger teased her asshole.

"Can you open the door?" Kate called.

After a few moments the door opened enough to reveal Jess in her night clothes, a pair of guy's boxers (her exes) and a band T-Shirt (something Canadian). Jess bit her lip, her face only a few inches from Kate and Siobhan's. Siobhan rested her head on Kate's shoulder and smiled.

"Hi," she said.

"I heard," Jess replied. "I didn't mean to hear. I didn't mean to listen... I..."

Kate noticed the wet patch in the crotch of Jess' pants. She'd been listening for some time...

"I'm just really tense at the minute," Jess said, biting her lip out of embarrassment.

Kate smiled.

"We can help with that."

Jess stepped back and let the two naked girls into her room, into herself, into her life. The door closed behind them. 

THE END...?



Roomies 02: Other Side of The Door



Jess missed Canada. She bit into one of her soft chocolate brownies and opened up a new window in her web browser. She looked at the pile of scientific journals on her desk and the pile on her window sill and the pile on her bed. She looked at the bag of her ex boyfriends clothes. She was wearing his pants - she'd let the washing pile up whilst she'd been working on her essays - it was all she had left.

She heard the door to the flat open and bounded to her own door. She opened it and saw her roommate Kate's best friend Siobhan letting herself into the flat. Jess still didn't know how she'd got hold of a key but didn't mind. Siobhan was cute and fun and at least she wasn't another asshole boy.

"Hi," Jess said.

"Hi," Siobhan replied. She was wearing a slinky black dress and what she'd heard Kate refer to as fuck-me-boots. All dressed up for a night on the town. Jess felt jealous. "Just popping in."

"Okay," Jess said and ducked back into her room.

She looked at the piled up books and bit into her brownie. Jess slumped into her chair and closed her browser, saving the pages for tomorrow. It was late and everything was getting blurry. If she kept on staring at screens in the dark she'd really need those glasses she wore to look more smart.

She put a Cowboy Bebop DVD on and pressed play. She wished she could have a killer body like Faye did in that show. 

"You're jealous of a cartoon," she sighed. She really was fed up.

A minute or two later and suddenly loud music started playing in Kate's room. She sighed, the speakers on her laptop just couldn't compensate.

She padded out of her room, down the short corridor and knocked on Kate's door.

"Who is it?" Kate called. She sounded... weird.

"Could you turn the music down? Some of us are trying to study." Jess lied. She didn't want her friend to think she'd given up for the evening when they were both working so hard recently.

"Sure," Kate said as Jess opened her door just enough to peer through. Kate sounded short of breath.

"Are you okay?" Jess said.

"Yes. Just trying to let off some steam." Kate was sitting tight against her desk. She looked hot and flustered - was she coming down with something? Maybe she was working too hard. She must have turned down a night out with Siobhan, her friend must have slipped out under cover of music.

"Okay," Jess smiled sympathetically, "Just keep it down."

She padded back to her room.

"I know what she needs," Jess said to herself, grabbing the tupperware box of chocolate brownies. They always made her feel better.

She was about to knock on Kate's door when she heard her friend moaning breathlessly... and... and spanking? Was that someone's else voice? Two voices moaning. Another girl. Siobhan?

Oh god. Her flatmate was a lesbian. But she had a boyfriend right? Maybe she was bi. Oh god, all those times she'd run back from the shower from her room to grab some shampoo with her towel only half draped across her - had Kate ever seen? 

Jess gasped. The thought of those two young nubile women making love, rubbing against each other, kissing, licking...

Jess had put a hand to her pussy without realising it. She was wet and rubbing her clit.

She leant back against the radiator, the tupperware slipping onto the floor, spilling its contents.

"Fuck," she cursed and scrambled back to her room flushed with embarassment.

She leant against the door, panting heavily. She locked it and threw herself onto her bed.

Her dad had been happy that his daughter was studying science. Her mom had been happy that she would be studying in England where kids "just didn't do all that... stuff you see in movies"

Turns out she was wrong.

She'd never had a lesbian experience before. Well, not one that counted.

Her ex boyfriend had watched a lot of porn. He seemed to be using his university internet to watch as much porn as he could instead of studying and when Jess had caught him using her computer whilst she slept - that had been the end of it.

They'd argued and he'd left. She'd sat down and the porn had still been playing on her laptop. It was a video of two girls tribbing.

Jess had found the video erotic, the girls certainly seemed to be having a far better time than Jess had ever had with her ex.

She had watched it to see what the fuss was about. She'd made herself cum five times before it was over. But that wasn't a lesbian experience - right? Just a way of coping.

There was a knock on her door.

"Oh god," She groaned.

"Can you open the door?" It was Kate.

Jess buried her head in her pillow and groaned again. She knew she'd have to face the music eventually. Best to get it out of the way now.

She walked to her door and opened it slowly. She bit her lip. Both girls smelled like sex.

Kate and Siobhan were both naked. Although Siobhan was still wearing her fuck-me-boots.

"Hi," Kate said. Siobhan had spotted the wet patch on Jess' underwear.

"I heard," Jess stammered, "I didn't mean to hear. I didn't mean to listen... I..."

Now Kate had noticed the wet patch on her crotch.

"I'm just really tense at the minute," Jess said.

"We can help with that," Kate smiled.

Jess stepped back into her room, the two girls followed, arms round each other. Jess stumbled back onto her bed.

"Oh god..." she said breathlessly.

"Let's put on a show," Siobhan said, ever the drama student.

"A warm up routine," Kate agreed.

The two girls kissed, sucking on each other tongues, biting at each other. They're bodies writhed, their hands running over each other.

Jess' hand instinctively went back to her pussy, rubbing through the damp cloth of her underwear.

Siobhan stood behind Kate, spreading her legs, playing with her pussy with one hand, the other rubbing Kate's breasts, her head buried in Kate's neck.

Kate and Jess' eyes locked, a flash of intensity neither girl had previously thought possible, or even considered.

At that moment, Jess orgasmed.

Siobhan giggled at the sweating, embarassed Canadian girl.

Kate walked over to Jess and straddled her.

They kissed, Jess opened her entire body to this other woman.

"I want to taste you," Jess moaned. Kate pushed her back on to he bed, and repositioned herself to straddle Jess' face. Jess dived straight in.

She tasted better than any chocolate brownie.

Siobhan moved over to Jess and parted her legs. Siobhan then placed her pussy up against Jess' and began to trib her.

They scissored as Jess licked out her friend.

Jess was cumming again, her tongue darting into her friends cunt. She shuddered, this orgasm even more powerful than the first.

Kate came next, and Siobhan slammed away at Jess until she too reached orgasm.

They collapsed on top of each other, the two girls pulling Jess' T-Shirt over head and tossing it away. Her ex's boxer shorts - and any memories of his disappointing dick - tossed into the corner and forgotten.

The two girls were kissing Jess, her mouth, her neck. Their hands were teasing the inside of her thigh then working her swollen clit.

Jess' own hands were rubbing at the girls arse.

Suddenly Siobhan had reached round and grabbed Jess' wrist, placing it firmly on her asshole.

"I think we're beyond foreplay dear," Siobhan said, biting Jess' ear.

Kate licked at Jess' large nipples as Jess slipped her finger, moist with her juices, into Siobhan's ass.

Siobhan bit her lip and giggled.

Jess shuddered with her third orgasm.

"My turn to taste you," Kate said. The two girls sixty nined. Siobhan rested, playing with her cunt. She licked a finger and teased it on Jess' arsehole, sticking up in the air as the other two licked each other.

"I always thought you were tight," Siobhan said as she slipped her finger into Jess' tight hole.

Jess almost screamed.

"Too much?" Siobhan asked.

"Oh no," Jess moaned, "Don't stop."

Jess buried her head in Kate's pussy, trying to give her roommate the attention she deserved while the other girl fingered her ass.

Kate came, her juices running thick over Siobhan's tongue. She felt Kate shudder underneath her, a powerful, collapsing orgasm.

Jess rolled off her gasping friend, straight into the arms of Siobhan.

The two girls kissed, wrapped in a fiercely passionate embrace.

Kate sighed. She was getting sleepy.

Siobhan and Jess moved from the bed and, giggling, crossed over to the desk. Siobhan swiped the pile of books onto the floor.

"Bend over," She said. Jess smiled and did so without question. Kate watched as her friend, who had always been adventurous, but never so empassioned as tonight, lick her roommates asshole.

Kate toyed with her own pussy as she watched her roommate slam her hand on the desk as Siobhan's tongue darted over her ass, as Siobhan's fingers toyed with her cunt.

Jess had always been cute, quiet, amiable. Kate had never thought of her sexually, not as a creature of sensuality. She'd had Siobhan for that, her wild theatrical friend.

God, think of all the fucking we could have been doing all year. Kate groaned.

"You're a screamer," Siobhan said in Jess' ear. "It's always the quiet ones."

She slapped her hand on Jess' arse.

"You're a bad girl, aren't you?" 

"Yes," Jess said.

"You want to be treated bad," Siobhan said.

"I just want to feel alive," Jess replied.

"How does this feel?" Siobhan spanked her again. And again.

Kate was rubbing her clit breathlessly, watching her friend dominate her room mate.

"It feels good," Jess screamed, "Oh yes. Yes."

"Good," Siobhan spun her around, kissing her firmly, biting her lip. Siobhan sat on the desk then, her legs open. Jess dropped to her knees and began to lick at Siobhan's pussy. Siobhan wrapped her legs around Jess' neck, positioned herself on the edge of the desk so Jess could get to her ass as well.

The two women fucked on the desk, not realising that Kate had fallen into a restful sleep.

They wouldn't have stopped if they had noticed, but eventually they returned to the bed, and nestled around Kate.

Kate woke, as the two girls wrapped themselves around her.

"Siobhan, whatever got into you," Kate said. I'm glad."

"Maybe I'll tell you in the morning." Siobhan kissed her gently on the lips.

"Work hard..." Kate smiled.

"Play harder," Siobhan said.

Jess gasped. "I love the British."

THE END...?



Roomies 03: Shared Learning



They showered together, dressed together (eventually), made out some more.

It was noon before they sat in the kitchen with fresh, hot mugs of tea and warm toast coated in honey.

"So, what got into you?" Kate asked Siobhan.

"We've got this new part time tutor running this workshop on acting technique," Siobhan said taking a bite from her toast. Kate watched the honey drip from her friend's lips. Jess leant over and licked the honey away.

She giggled. Jess had really come alive in the last few hours, maybe more so than either Kate or Siobhan.

"She was talking about living in the moment," Siobhan continued, "saying that acting isn't pretending, it's feeling and raw and actually embodying every energy and element of you are in your performance."

"She was very spiritual," Siobhan continued, clearly enthused. "Very inspiring. Really compelling ideas. She said if you don't live your own life to it's fullest, how can you possibly exist as someone else?"

Siobhan smiled wickedly. "And then she fucked me behind the stage."

Kate spluttered her tea, Jess nearly choked on a piece of toast.

"What?" Kate said. She didn't think she still had it in her to be shocked.

"I stayed behind after the workshop, to ask her some questions," Siobhan explained. "She's really beautiful, dark hair, really deep, knowing eyes. Full sensous lips..."

Kate looked down to see Jess was rubbing her hand in the crotch of Kate's jeans. Kate returned the favour.

"She asked if I'd ever had things I'd wanted to do and hadn't had the courage," Siobhan said. "Next I knew she was kissing me, undressing me, pleasuring me. I collapsed into a pile of costumes waiting to be dry cleaned. She told me I should do a little... extra curricular work. Then she threw my clothes to me and left."

"She fucked you and then just walked away?" Jess said, her cute little canadian drawl made the word fuck deeply arousing. The way she was teasing Kate's pussy helped too.

"Yeah," Siobhan smiled. "Then I got dressed up all ready to go out, and when I saw Kate looking so stressed... I decided to share what I'd learned."

"I'm glad you did," Kate said.

"Me too," Jess added.

"I think we need to return the favour," Kate said, a delicious thought forming in her mind. "I mean, you'll need to show her you've been working hard."

"Oh, yeah," Siobhan smiled, "Yeah, I think you're right."

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It was about six o'clock in the evening. Kate and Jess were in bed together, wearing their sexiest underwear. They'd got bored of waiting and been kissing and toying with each other for about half an hour when they heard Siobhan let herself in, and the voice of another woman.

The door to Jess' room opened...

The woman was stunning. She was French-Moroccan, a truly stunning woman. She had dark hair with streaks of red. She was everything Siobhan said she would be.

She was wearing tight jeans, a pair of leather boots. She had a loose fitting jumper and Kate could see a red and black lacey bra underneath. And bangles, lots of bangles.

"Well, I'm glad to see you took my lesson to heart," the woman said, "but I thought you wanted to rehearse your scenes?"

"Practice does make perfect," Siobhan was leant against the door, blocking the woman's exit. She was already unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her free and gorgeous breasts.

Kate and Jess climbed out of the bed and approached the woman.

"Kate, Jess, this is Esme," Siobhan said removing her jeans.

Kate and Jess surrounded Esme, who was now blushing and flustered to be surrounded by three such beauties.

"We'd just like to thank you for last night," Kate said.

"Last night?" Esme asked perplexed.

"Yes, we found what you'd taught Siobhan here very enlightening," Jess said, running her hands over Esme's body.

They kissed at her neck, rubbed their hands across her body. Esme's brething began to quicken.

"Oh my," she gasped.

Siobhan, wearing only a pair of black laced knickers stood behind her now, cupping her Esme's large breasts. Esme shivered at the touch of the younger woman under her clothes.

She felt juices rushing to her pussy.

The girls were undressing her, covering her in kisses and sensual touches.

Siobhan pushed her down onto the bed.

Jess and Kate climbed onto the bed next to her, and continued to kiss and carress her magnificent body. Siobhan dropped to her knees and parted Esme's legs. She kissed Esme's thighs, her shaved pussy.

She licked at it, her fingers teasing inside her.

One finger, now two, deep inside her. The younger woman's tongue expertly playing with her clit.

Esme had been teaching drama for years. She was a passionate theatrical actress and had been the cause of many broken hearts and relationships having enjoyed many lovers of both sexes. Once she had seduced a fellow actor one night, and his actress girlfriend the night after.

She had always preferred the touch of a woman.

Esme's fist gripped the girl's bedcovers as she came for the first time that evening...

Hours seemed to pass as the girls selflessly pleasured her. They seemed to be taking their pleasure purely from the taste of her experienced pussy and the effects their tongues and hands and lips were having on her.

They dominated her, teased her, enticed her. Their beautiful bodies, their excited spirits...

She had rarely felt such pleasure.

It was nearly nine o'clock by the time they collapsed exhausted together.

"I should go," Esme said, rising unsteadily. Her legs were weak, so vigoruous had their attentions been. She began to pick up her clothes.

Kate and Jess began kissing, Siobhan displaying her moist sex to the older woman.

"Thanks for a lovely evening," Esme said, pulling the jumper over her head. She didn't bother putting on her bra so effectively had the young women torn it from her.

"I'll be looking forward to what you bring to next week's performance," Esme added a wry smile on her face.

"Oh, me too." Siobhan said.

"Can we watch?" Kate giggled.

"Watch?" Esme said, "Have you learnt nothing? I expect you to join in."

And with that she was gone.

Kate and Siobhan fell into each others arms as Jess stood up and walked to the shower. She didn't bother with a towel.

"I'm so glad we could finally be ourselves," Siobhan said, "I'm so glad we could finally do this."

"Me too," Kate said, "But what about Jess? I mean, are things going to get complicated between?"

"It's not complicated," Siobhan said, kissing her, "She's in the shower... and we should go join her..."

THE END



Roomies



They hadn't been roommates for very long at all, barely a few weeks. It was her apartment, but she needed the income from renting out the other bedroom or she couldn't keep herself living in the style she most appreciated. 

He was a friend of a friend, and came with good references. He needed a place to stay after his fraternity brothers had 'accidentally' burned down their house. Their hours were similar, which was something she had hoped to avoid considering she'd just taken on a near stranger, and a male one, at that. But they ended up having classes at the same time, and worked the same hours. There was little chance of avoiding each other. 

She didn't mind after the first while. He was very good company, easy to talk to. Not boyfriend material by any means. He didn't intend on staying in the country once he finished his degree. He wanted to work abroad as soon as he was able. And she was the opposite. She was a hometown girl, determined to make it in the same city her family had always lived in, but independently, a new era woman. 

He admired her for that, she knew. They talked often once they became comfortable with each other. And he was amazingly well house-trained. She had yet to find any of his laundry lying exposed in the apartment. He did his fair share of the housework, and he was an incredible cook. He was considerate about having guests over, and didn't try and intrude on her small circle of female friends. 

Her friends all thought it was very naughty and hot to have a male roommate. Every time they came by, they would ogle him with big wide innocent eyes. As soon as he turned his back, they would ask her. 

"Did he try to sleep with you yet?" 

"Has he crawled into bed in the middle of the night?" 

"What about the shower? Has he tried to come into the bathroom while you were showering?" 

"That saves on water bills, you know -- " 

"Does not. It's just another male excuse to have sex with female roommates!" 

They laughed in the end, every time. But she would have had to answer 'no' to all their questions. 

He never tried to sleep with her. He didn't crawl into her bed. And he didn't care to save water by sharing her time in the shower. 

She was showering now, and rather disturbed to find herself thinking about him as she soaped up her dark chocolate body. He was very pale skinned, Irish by the look of him; straight red hair that hung just over his neck, red beard, green eyes. And ivory colored skin, dotted here and there with freckles. He wasn't a typical type of sexy, that's for sure. She'd almost seen him without a shirt on, and he didn't look half bad. He just wasn't one of the muscle-heads, that's all. 

She shivered and turned around in the small shower stall, letting the water wash over her face. She tilted her head back, and the spray hit her neck, sending sheets of water cascading down her chest. She realized, then, as her soapy hand slid lower on her belly and caused a tingle in her loins, that she wanted him. 

She wanted him badly. There was no more denying it. She thought about him too much, more than she did any of her other male friends. She wished he would try and hit on her, that he would show some interest in her. The thought of his creamy skin naked next to hers made her gasp. If he were to come into the shower, right now, she wasn't sure she would stop him. 

Suddenly, she heard the bathroom door creaking open over the sound of the running, splashing water. It was early morning. No one was home but her and her roommate. She turned her head away from the water, trying to listen. It was him, alright.

"Sorry, love. Mind if I just take a piss? I'll be quick, just can't hold it very much longer."

She smiled. He couldn't really see her through the frosted glass. He could of course make out her dark outline, maybe even the rounding of her breasts and the curve of her ass. It was nothing, really. 

"Sure, come on in. Just don't flush. I like my showers like I like my sex...hot!" 

He laughed and she watched him as he pulled out his member and began to pee. His face was down, looking to the toilet. So he couldn't see her watching him. The sight was nothing special. But it was intriguing to her. Here was the man she currently desired, practically exposing himself to her right there. She could make out the shape of his hand holding his manhood while he tinkled into the toilet water. It sent a shiver up her spine, imagining suddenly what his cock would look like. 

Unable to help herself and feeling she had the security of the unwatched, she leaned back against the stall wall. Her hand, busy tracing circles around her navel all this time, now dipped to between her thighs, curving over her heated sex until she was cupping herself. She gave herself a good squeeze, barely keeping the moan welling in her throat from slipping out. She closed her eyes, picturing his body with hers, his cock brushing against her dark sex. 

She didn't hear him finish. And she didn't notice him leave. 

The frosted glass of the shower stall door slid open ever so slowly. And it wasn't until he took the first step in that she realized she was no longer alone. Frozen in place, she forgot where her hand was and just stared at him. 

He was smooth and creamy and naked, just as she had imagined him. The shower water was splashing off of her now, and landing on him, soaking his loose hair. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, running his hands through the water over his face and beard. Then he lowered his face again and looked at her. 

She didn't know what to say, or do. Her mouth was open. and she had forgotten to breathe. 

He reached down and caressed her hand, the one that was seemingly locked between her tightly clenched thighs. Without looking at her eyes, his gaze scanned down her luscious curvaceous body, coming to rest on her sex. His fingers tugged slightly at her wrist, finally managing to ease her hand away from her privacy -- only to replace it with his own. 

She shivered, closing her eyes. It was like so many fantasies she'd read about. Two people inexplicably drawn together, sharing lust and/or love in a world carefree of any worries. She was in that world, now. She wasn't thinking of repercussions just now. All she could think about was the feel of his fingers, pulling her tenderly apart. And the slight bounce of his cock against her thigh as he stepped closer. 

His other hand slid behind her neck, cradling her head and tilting it back. She thought he was going to kiss her. But instead, his tongue lashed out and tasted the water flowing down her chin. He licked along the trail, following the water down to the curve of her slender neck. Once there, he leaned in and sucked on her skin. 

He was feasting on her flesh as if she were a treat, an exotic, exquisite piece of candy. His fingers deftly stroked her cleft, not yet seeking anything in particular. Only stimulating. Only exciting. She was wetter than she had been before. 

His mouth pulled away from her neck and he looked into her eyes with a gaze so deep and potent. She'd known he was an intense man, had imagined what kind of lover he would be. But the fire in his eyes just then was still greater than she had expected. It was all she could do not to melt into it. 

He held her upright, one hand on the back of her neck, the other rubbing persistently against her pussy. She couldn't help herself. And wantonly she parted her thighs, giving him the access he wouldn't take. His fingers curled up in her sex, stroking the inner folds of her precious cunt, finding all the hidden places and pleasures. She could feel her clitoris stiffening beneath his expert grasp. And the delicious way he teasingly stroked at the rim of her hole was driving her wild. 

He pulled his hand away, his mouth dipping to hers. He bit her bottom lip, gently, tenderly, tugging at it with his teeth. And his hands both slid up or down her body until he was cupping her ass from behind. Carefully, he maneuvered her, his long artist's fingers spreading her buttocks and forcing her to part her legs even more. He lifted her up, showing an unexpected strength. And he leaned her against the shower stall wall, most of her slight weight supported in the palms of his hands. 

She could feel the head of his cock now. She lifted her hands and put them around his neck, gripping him as she carefully pushed her hips forward. He was seeking entry, and she intended to give it to him. Looking down, she realized how big his cock was. Apparently what she had seen through the glass hadn't been as much 'hand' as she had thought. He looked down too, and she heard him hiss at the sight of his pale, engorged shaft teasing through the dark curls of her sex. She moved her hips again, and could feel the bulbous head of him pushing at her labia. They were swollen with lust and wet with her want of him. 

He grunted. He wouldn't be able to take much more, she knew. But she continued to tease him, just like that. She would push her hips forward, letting him poke and prod with his cock against her swollen fleshy petals. Then she would push back against the shower stall wall, just out of reach of his thrusts. 

Finally, he couldn't stand it any more. And with a quick, fast, and incredibly powerful thrust, he entered her. 

She groaned, almost losing her grip on his shoulders as his throbbing meat stuffed itself up inside her crevice. Her tight cunt was virtually filled with his thick shaft and swollen head. There was no room for movement just then, he was so big and stretching her so completely. 

Knowing, feeling, what she was going through, the shock of his huge cock suddenly inside her, he took action to ease her tension. His mouth dropped to her collarbone, sucking the dark skin there, nipping with careful teeth at the hollow of the bones and skin. He slid his thick tongue up her neck, licking at her ear as he whispered to her. And each time he whispered, he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside her. 

"I have wanted to fuck you since I first saw you." 

She groaned, feeling her juices beginning to flow once more. 

"Your dark skin against mine seemed so forbidden, but so poetic. Your eyes, deep and dark and mysterious. I wanted to bare myself to you, and see them light with fire!" 

She clutched his shoulders and neck tightly. 

"Feel me. Feel me filling you up. So fucking hot, so tight. I knew you would be. You know how to use your body, how to care for it. I had to have you, I couldn't resist. I want to fuck you so badly." 

He was grunting now, and slowly withdrawing his throbbing meat from her pussy. She could feel the suction of her juices and her own aching sex pulling at him, not wanting to let him go just yet. But before he could withdraw completely, he was thrusting himself harder into her. 

He pulled out halfway again, only to pound into her once more. And then, he was fucking her furiously. She felt herself slamming against the shower stall wall, her buttocks making a splat sound with every contact. His fingers, cupping her buttocks and the tops of the backs of her thighs, dug in firmly, slowly slipping upwards towards her more intimate regions. 

She couldn't believe how good it felt to have him fucking her like this. It was better than she had ever fantasized. The way he filled her, the sheer size of his massive member, all of it was so new and surprising to her. She completely forgot her reservations about him and gave in to total fucking abandon. Grinding against him, she forced him to go deeper with every stroke. 

Then she felt her body betraying her. She was about to cum. And so was he. She could feel him swelling up, could tell by his ragged, grunting breaths that he was going to explode.

At last, he did. She could feel his hot seed pouring up into her canal, butting against her cervix and gushing through with his continued thrusts. She looked down between their bodies, at where his cock was so pale against her ebon thighs. And that is when she came. 

Her cunt constricted around his throbbing cock. And she lost control of her body, her arms and legs flailing and kicking as she gave in to ecstatic release. He continued to pound into her, still slamming her writhing body up against the shower wall. 

It was some time before they both finally climbed down from the heights of pleasure. The water in the shower was growing cold but as they untangled themselves, they let it wash over them, cleaning them of the evidence of what had just occurred. 

"You know," he said, suddenly looking shyly away from her. "Showering like this saves on water consumption. We should do it more often." 

She howled in laughter and hugged him around the neck, laughing to herself about what her friends had said. 

Showering with him wasn't all she planned on doing more often. 



Roomies



NOTE: This story contains many different fetishes -- incest, anal, public sex, non-consent, femdom, bondage, pegging. If you object to any of this sort of material, please do not read this story. If this sounds like something you will enjoy, please read on. This story is the first in a coming series. The characters engage in many different perversions to show the range of things the series will involve. The next chapters will probably be shorter than this, but I thought it was the best way to introduce the characters and the special relationship they have. Thank you for reading, and please comment so I can make the series as wonderful as possible.

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There comes a time in every man's life when he has to accept that his sister is a sexual being. For me, that time came when my sister and I were sharing an apartment in college. Specifically, that time came when my dick was shoved balls deep all the way up her big butt in our living room.

It was my third year of college and I had finally moved out of the dorms and found a nice two bedroom apartment. The problem was I couldn't find a roommate. I didn't have many friends and the few I had were already living in other places. 

However, my little sister Jenna had just graduated from high school and was planning on going to the same school as me. I asked her if she wanted to live with me to save some money. She didn't really want to live in the dorms anyways, so she agreed.

I grew up in Missouri -- part of the fucking Bible Belt. My parents were very religious, and they kind of messed me up. I lived a sheltered life growing up, and the far right religious atmosphere had me constantly scared that most things I wanted to do would send me to hell. My parents had me so terrified of sex that I never even had a girlfriend until I left for college.

When I started college, the change was fairly quick. I started rejecting most of my preconceptions about the world and started living how I wanted to live. I started going to parties, dating girls and everything else a college kid does. 

My parents and I don't really speak all that much now. They found out about what I was doing at school and sort of cut me off. It seems harsh, but there was this one fight, things were said, it got personal. Anyways, now my sister is the only one in my family I really speak to.

My sister moved in, and I thought everything was going great. However, I completely misjudged what living with my sister would be like. The image I had of my sister in my head was a sweet little Christian girl who just graduated from high school and didn't really know what the real world was like.

Apparently, she didn't buy into all the religious stuff like I did growing up. My sister was fucking wild. I took her to a party with me the night she moved in. I thought I was going to have to show her the ropes so to speak. I underestimated her. She held her own. In fact, she was beating me at most of the drinking games we played. It clearly was not her first party.

"Alright," I thought. "My sister is fucking awesome. Living with her is going to be great." I underestimated her again. The next morning I woke up, very hung over. I got a bowl of cereal from the kitchen and sat down to watch TV in the living room. 

About a half an hour later, Jenna walked downstairs and crossed right in front of me to go to the kitchen. As she passed by, I saw that she was wearing a small t-shirt and a thong -- that's all. Needless to say, I was a bit shocked by it. Not wanting to make it weird, though, I didn't say anything. 

I mean, we did grow up in the same house. We had even seen each other naked before once or twice. But, I had not seen her much since she started to fill out. My sister had a great body. She was fairly tall, only a few inches shorter than me. Her long legs looked so good running all the way up to her big butt and curvy hips. I focused on the pale cheeks of her ass as she bent over to get something out of the fridge. Her ass truly was amazing. 

Then my eyes inadvertently made their way up to her chest. Her perky round tits were pressing against her t-shirt, trying to get free. They were pretty large boobs, C cups. Now that I had started thinking about my sister's body, I realized that she had always been an attractive girl. She had long, light-brown hair and a beautiful, angular face with gorgeous green eyes.

As Jenna came over to sit with me in the living room, I realized that I was hard. Naturally, I was mortified that my sister had just given me a boner. So, I just continued to eat my cereal and watch TV until my erection went away. Then I went about the rest of my day as normal. I thought that would be the end of it. I was wrong.

Over the next couple of weeks, I started to get to know my sister. And, I mean I really got to know her. The thong incident was not a one-time thing. She would wear next to nothing all the time. It was as if I wasn't even there. Her ass would be spilling out of her underwear, and she didn't even seem to care if I was in the room. I thought having my own place would be relaxing, but it was hard to relax when my sister was giving me a peep show.

The way she dressed wasn't even the worst of it. The way she acted was even worse. I learned quickly that my sister was very sexually active. Both of our bedrooms made up the whole upstairs. It wasn't the biggest space, and we shared a wall. Sometimes I would be in my room and hear her masturbating over in her room. Sometimes she would bring some guy home and I would be kept up all night by the sound of them fucking next door. It wasn't just awkward moaning either. I could hear them dirty talking to each other, Jenna telling the guy to smack her ass or to give it to her harder.

Once, I came home from a party and walked in on her and some guy fucking in the kitchen. He had her bent over the kitchen table and was giving it to her good and hard. He stopped when he saw me, thinking I might be her boyfriend.

"Who the fuck is this?" he asked Jenna.

"Don't worry, that's just my roommate," Jenna said. Jenna made a pleading face at me. Apparently, she really wanted to fuck this guy. So, I played along, pretending it was no big deal and walked out of the kitchen. 

Before I even got to the stairs, I heard them start fucking again. After that, I had a little talk with her, telling her how weird it was having her act like I wasn't there all the time and fucking guys in our kitchen. She told me chill out, but did promise to only have sex with guys in her own room.

In October, I got a job at a bar, working nights. It was nice to have someplace to get away from my sister. Truth be told, she was starting to turn me on on the regular. It wasn't my fault. Anyone would get a chubby looking at my sister in her underwear all the time. But, it was getting bad. 

Just a week before I started my job at the bar, Jenna had popped into my head while I was masturbating one night. I couldn't get her out of my head and I ended up finishing while thinking about her. A few days after that, I was jacking off to the sound of her moaning next door. So, my new job was sort of saving me from my own sick thoughts. 

The shifts I worked usually ended around two or three in the morning, depending on if I was closing, so I got home late quite a bit. The down side of this was that Jenna saw my time at work as time when the whole apartment was hers alone. More than a few times I came home and found Jenna's dildos in the living room. I guess she would masturbate on the couch and forget to clean up after herself when she went to bed.

It's safe to say that my sister and I had a strained relationship. But, one night changed us more completely than I ever thought possible, eventually creating a sexual dominance competition between us. It was a Saturday night and I had picked up a closing shift. I got home around 3:30 in the morning. It had been a long day and I just wanted to go upstairs and crash into my bed.

When I reached the top of the stairs, I saw that Jenna's bedroom light was on and her door was wide open. I looked inside, and there was Jenna passed out, lying face down on her bed. She was wearing a bra, but her pants were down around her ankles. At first, I thought that she had just come home drunk and passed out while taking off her clothes. 

Then I noticed that a big, flesh-colored, rubber dildo was laying on her pillow. Another translucent, pink one was off to the side around her knee. And, the thing that made my dick almost jump out of my pants, a thinner, glass dildo with bumps along it was stuck in my sister's ass.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My sister had come home, started fucking herself with her dildos and shoved a glass dildo up her butt. Then she passed out with it still inside her. Even from the doorway, I could smell alcohol on her, so I thought I'd better at least make sure that she was alright. I walked over to her bedside and made sure she was breathing alright. She seemed fine, despite the overwhelming smell of booze coming off of her.

I touched her on the shoulder to see if she would wake up. I figured I could get her to at least get under her covers and maybe take the dildo out of her ass. That would make for an uncomfortable morning I would imagine. And, if she was as drunk as I thought she was, she wouldn't even remember me seeing her like this.

She didn't respond when I shook her shoulder. I shook a little harder. Still nothing. She was passed out hard. I decided I would just do it for her. I reached down to pull out the dildo, but stopped short. First, I thought, maybe I'll take a few pictures. 

So, I took out my phone and snapped a few quick photos. I got a few different angles. I mostly focused on her big ass, with the glass dildo sticking up out of it. Then I got some shots from right behind her so I could get her pussy in the frame. Her legs were spread as wide as she could get them since her pants were around her ankles, but I still got a fairly good view of her pussy.

By the looks of things, she must have had a hell of a time fucking herself. There were big globs of her thick cum still oozing out of her pussy and even more plastered along the insides of her thighs. She had made quite a mess of her crotch and ass. Everywhere was covered in Jenna's cum and lube. A lot of it had already started drying and pasting itself to her skin.

Looking at my sister's depraved body, I suddenly noticed that I had unconsciously started to rub a very sizable erection through my pants. Then a very wicked idea came to me. I had planned on just jacking off to the pictures I had taken of her later in my room. But, with Jenna in the state that she was in, why not do it right here where I had the real thing in front of me? 

I considered actually fucking her a little, but I quickly dismissed the idea. I didn't think I was capable of actually fucking my sister; while she was passed out nonetheless. I decided I'd better test the deepness of her sleep once again. So, I nudged her thigh. She had great thighs. She had some meat on them, while not looking fat. 

Her thigh swayed back and forth a little at my touch, but she stayed passed out. I got a little more daring and actually grabbed her thigh, shaking it back and forth. The wave effect that this produced was incredibly sexy. The waves even made their way up into her ass, jiggling her big ass cheek around the glass dildo. She stayed asleep.

"Well, now or never," I said. I undid my belt and pulled my pants down just enough to get my cock out. Then I started stroking it. I felt so filthy doing it. Here I was with my pants down, stroking my dick to my drunk, passed out sister. My heart was racing at the thought that she might wake up and see me. So, I just decided to cum quickly and get out of there. It didn't take long before I could feel my cum ready to explode out of me.

I put one knee onto the side of my sister's bed and moved my dick close to her, aiming it towards the bottom of her ass. With all the fluids already there, I figured she wouldn't even notice my cum by the time she woke up. Stream after stream of hot cum shot out, landing all over my sister's ass. My orgasm was intense and left me drained. 

By the time I finished, I had turned my sister into a cum covered whore. Cum was dripping down her cheeks and clinging to her thighs. A particularly large glob of cum had landed right at the base of the glass dildo and I watched it stream through her deep crack, making its way to her hole.

I pulled my pants up and fixed my belt. I took one last picture of my sister, covered in my cum. Then I finally decided to do what I had come in to do in the first place. I grabbed the glass dildo and started to pull it out. The bumpy dildo made a lot of slurping noises coming out of her lube-coated asshole. 

As soon as it popped out of her, my sister's ass involuntarily made a farting sound. Yet another testament to what a filthy whore my sister was. Still, she did not wake up. I tossed the dildo to the side of her bed and put her blanket over her. Then I went into my room and feel asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The next day was Sunday so it was a typical Netflix-watching afternoon. Jenna woke up around noon and staggered downstairs with a crazy hangover. At least she wasn't walking funny from having a dildo stuck in her ass all night. See, I did help. Both of us went about our business as usual. I acted like nothing had happened, and apparently she didn't know anything. That's what I was hoping for. I can't say for sure what she actually remembered doing the night before. Did she remember coming home and passing out while masturbating? 

If so, she might think it strange that she woke up without the dildo up her butt. A moment of anxiety washed over me, but I soon dismissed it. Even if she thought it was weird, she would probably just assume that she pushed the dildo out of her ass in the middle of the night. She didn't have any reason to suspect me, did she? All my worry seemed to be for nothing. The day went by fairly normally. A sense of relief washed over me as I fell asleep that night. 

The next day was a school day. I had class at 10:00, but Jenna didn't have any classes until 1:00 or so, so I didn't even see her before I left the apartment. I assumed she was still asleep. I walked across campus to my first class. It was in one of the larger buildings that had many classrooms in it, so the halls were pretty packed. My class was on the very bottom level, two floors below the main entrance. 

By the time I got to the right floor, I was running a little late. The hallway had practically emptied since everyone's classes had just started. As I was walking past the men's room, somebody grabbed me from behind and pushed me through the door. I stumbled into the bathroom and just barely kept from falling down.

It was an older building still being used from the early half of the last century. The bathroom had an intricate tile floor that had become dirty looking over the years, and the high ceiling had several cracks. I turned around and saw that the person who pushed me in was my sister. She crossed the room, put her hands on me again and practically threw me into a wall, pinning my back against it.

"What's wrong, Matt? You look confused," Jenna said. Before I could answer, she grabbed the athletic shorts I was wearing, along with my underwear, and pulled them down to my ankles. Then she pinned me back to the wall with her left forearm so I couldn't pull them up. I was astonished at how forceful my little sister was. With her right hand, she gently cupped my balls and started fondling them.

"Oh, you perverted big brother of mine," she said. "Do you like my hands on your balls like this?"

"Jenna, what the fuck are you doing?" I said.

"Oh, come on, Matt. Maybe it will help if you grab my big titties." Her teasing, pouty voice was making me feel strange. She was entirely in control of this situation and she knew it. "Hmmm. You're not nearly as hard as you were the other night." 

Oh shit. There it was. The explanation. She knew. I don't know how she found out, but somehow she clearly knew what I had done Saturday night. Had she actually woken up? Jenna continued to fondle my balls in her hand and I started to feel myself getting hard.

"There he is. There's our little friend," said Jenna.

I glanced towards the door, suddenly aware that anyone could walk in at any moment. Jenna saw where I was looking.

"Don't worry," she said. "No one will come in... unless you make too much noise."

"Jenna, this is beyond fucked up. Knock it off."

"I don't think so. You see, my big brother has been very naughty. I thought I was safe living with him, but now I see that he's just a sick little pervert, isn't he?" I didn't respond. "Isn't he?!" Jenna squeezed hard on my balls and I suppressed a yelp.

"Now," said Jenna, "I think I need to teach my brother a lesson." By this time, my dick was pretty hard. Jenna let go of my balls and wrapped her hand around my shaft. She started pumping my cock in her hand and waves of strange, awkward pleasure washed over me. She stopped for a second to spit into her hand. Then she resumed jacking me off, lubricating my dick with her spit. It felt amazing and my pleasure was evident on my face.

"Does my big brother like that?" said Jenna. "Does my brother like his little sister jacking him off?" I was torn between the shame I was feeling and the pleasure surging over my body. Jenna increased speed. "Yeah, my brother loves having his big dick stroked by his slutty little sister. He loves getting handjobs in public bathrooms, doesn't he? Any second, someone could walk in and see him with his sister's hand wrapped around his cock." She sped up again.

"Jenna... stop... please... stop," I said. I didn't know how long I would last.

"Oh no, I don't think I will stop. In fact, I think you're going to finish for me." Jenna removed her forearm from across my chest. I didn't even try to get away. She reached down and pulled off her short shorts. She was wearing a pair of pink, cotton panties. Then she did something I never expected. She put her thumb into the waistband in the front of her panties and pushed out, away from her body so I could see right down into her panties. I looked in and saw her pussy, her dark hair shaved short and neat.

She moved towards me and put the head of my penis into her panties, keeping them pulled open and exposed. Then she started jerking my dick hard, forcing the cum out of me. She was going to make me cum into her panties. I had never seen anything like it. I was staring at her pussy and was on the verge of shooting my load.

"Look at me," said Jenna. I looked up and saw that Jenna was staring at me. We made eye contact as she continued pumping away. A very serious look was on her face. "Look at you, you sick fuck," she said. "Your sister is giving you a handjob and you're loving it. You're about to cum aren't you? You're going to cum into your own sister's panties. You're nothing but a sick pervert. Now, cum. Cum into my panties you sick sister fucker."

I started to cum. Both of us looked down as stream after stream shot into Jenna's panties, filling them up. The cloth did a good job of catching the cum and soon a pool was forming in her panties. After five or so streams, my orgasm started to subside. Jenna moved her hips to spread the cum all around. I could see it staining the pink cloth all over, starting in the front and making its way to the back, around the bottom of her ass.

Jenna pulled her panties up tight. I imagined how my cum was now pressing firmly against her pussy and ass. Then she put her short shorts back on.

"See you later, you fucking pervert," she said. She turned her back to me and walked towards the door, leaving me with my dick hanging out. As she walked through the door, I could see a thin, shiny stream of cum dripping down the back of her thigh. And then she was gone.




Roomies



I just stood there for thirty seconds or so, my back pressed against the dirty wall, my pants around my ankles and my dick hanging out in the open. The initial shock of the situation started to wear off and I pulled my shorts back up and left. I skipped my class and went to the cafeteria. I spent the time I was supposed to be in all my other classes that day sitting at a table, looking at my lunch.

The humiliation I felt was consuming me. I mean, my sister had just jacked me off into her panties. Somehow she knew that I had cum on her ass the other night and now she was tormenting me by treating me like a depraved pervert... and I was. I was a sick pervert who cums for his sister.

After a few hours of sulking and feeling sad for myself, my feelings slowly turned to anger. After I thought about it for a while, I started to think that this was all her fault. If it wasn't for all the shit that she had done, walking around with her ass hanging out, loudly moaning while she masturbated in her room, getting caught being plowed on our kitchen table, then I wouldn't even have been in the state that I was in.

Then a thought crossed my mind. Maybe she had been intentionally teasing me this whole time. It made sense. I mean, she knew that I would see her walking around in her thongs. She had to have known how loud she was when she was cumming in her room. Then I started to suspect that she wanted me to find her in her room on Saturday. Maybe she wanted me to see her like that. Hell, maybe jacking me off into her panties had gotten her hot. Maybe it wasn't just to humiliate me.

I don't like being messed with, so these new thoughts made me very angry. I stayed on campus until 6:30 or so, fuming at what my sister was doing to me. I walked back to the apartment. When I opened the door, I saw my sister sitting on the couch watching TV and having a snack.

"Oh, hey there, pervert," she said to me. And, that did it. I made a decision right there. She needed to be punished. I went upstairs and opened the drawer to my nightstand. I grabbed the bottle of lube I kept there and ran back downstairs. I stood between the TV and my sister, an angry look in my eye. My sister stood up and started to walk towards the kitchen. She looked at what I was holding and said,

"What? Does the perv-boy want another handjob? Can't get enough of your sister, huh?" I walked over to her, grabbed her forcefully by the shoulders and moved her over to the side of the couch. Then I turned her around and bent her over the arm of the couch, her face smashing into the cushions. Her ass was now the highest point of her body and it jiggled as she tried to shuffle away, but I held her down, pushing her face hard into the couch cushion.

"Matt, what the fuck are you doing?" she said, a touch of fear in her voice.

"You've been teasing me ever since you moved in. Almost every day I have to look at you in your skimpy underwear and listen to the sounds of you fucking in your room."

"What? No... no I-"

"I've had it, Jenna. You need to be taught a lesson. One that you're not likely to forget." I grabbed her short shorts by the waistband and pulled them down to her knees. I saw that she was still wearing her pink panties from earlier. 

My cum had left a large stain in the bottom of them. That turned me on, actually. I gave her big butt a slap. I liked the way her cheeks shook, so I slapped it again. She wriggled underneath me, trying to get out, but I was able to hold her down.

I pulled down her panties, exposing her pussy and ass. I immediately felt a steamy warmth coming off of her. I grabbed the bottle of lube I had brought down with me and upended it above her ass, spilling a sizeable amount of it down in between her butt cheeks. Then I took my middle finger and worked some of the lube into her asshole. Jenna turned her head to the side and gasped as she realized what I was doing.

"No. No no, Matt please don't," she said. The panic in her voice was clear. I slid my shorts down and saw that my cock was already fully hard from all of this. I worked a little lube around my dick for good measure.

"Call me a sister fucker will you?" I said. "I'll show you a sister fucker." I put the head of my cock up against her puckered, brown asshole and pressed firmly. The head of my cock slipped inside and my sister gave a high pitched squeal. Her butthole suddenly tensed up, squeezing around the head of my dick. I put my hips into it and plowed forward a couple of inches to the sound of a deep, guttural "Unnngh" from Jenna.

"This is going to be a whole lot easier for you if you relax your ass," I said. Jenna's mouth was hanging open and her eyes were closed. She concentrated real hard on relaxing her ass, and soon it was no longer squeezing down on my dick. Relaxed, her ass was still very tight. It was a pleasant surprise, actually. Going in, I wasn't sure whether Jenna would have a tight butthole, or if she would be loose.

I slowly worked my cock in and out of her, forcing her ass to adjust to the size of my cock. My dick was as hard as I had ever seen it. During my slow backstrokes, when most of my dick would come out of Jenna's butt, I could see veins bulging along my shaft. I had only ever had anal sex once before and it was the best sexual experience I had ever had. Now, with the added perverseness that it was my sister's ass I was fucking, my cock was in heaven.

In no time at all, Jenna's ass had adjusted to the size of my dick. Now the fun could really begin. I started humping her ass at a good starting pace. Every thrust of mine drove me deep into her tight butthole. My balls would slap against her pussy and my hips sent a quiver through her big ass cheeks. That was my favorite part, watching her butt shake with each thrust. As I began speeding up, I heard my sister grunting every time my cock buried itself to the hilt.

"Unngh, unnngh, aaaaahuuungh. Matt... please... my ass... UUUUNNNNNGGHHH!" I thrust deep and hard into her, burying my cock deep in her ass. I continued this deep thrusting, my sister's grunts turning me on. After a couple of minutes, I could have sworn I heard her moaning a little in between strokes. Then I started to feel her pushing back into me with her hips.

"Yeah, my little sister loves getting fucked up her big ass, doesn't she?" I said. Jenna didn't respond. She seemed to be in a world all her own. But, it was clear from her face that she was now starting to enjoy the anal pounding I was giving her. "Jenna, Jenna. Look at you, getting fucked up your slutty little butthole. Looks like you're a bigger pervert than I am after all."

I picked up the pace a little. Jenna was now openly moaning. I couldn't believe what a dirty anal whore my sister was. Just the thought of it was getting me hot. Soon, I could feel the cum boiling down in my balls. I was going to blow my load soon and it was going right up Jenna's ass.

"Congratulations, Jenna," I said. "You're going to make me cum twice today. Are you ready?" I didn't wait for an answer. Instead, I started pounding away at her asshole as hard as I could, and thrust my cock in and out at the quickest speed I could muster. Jenna's eyes shot wide open and she let out a long, high pitched shriek as my dick ripped her apart. 

Her ass was violently shaking underneath me with each deep thrust. She clutched the side of the couch cushion with her arms and bit down on it to suppress her screaming. Jenna then started making deep, guttural sounds and her eyes became glazed over.

I continued to pound her big ass all the way through my orgasm. My dick spasmed inside her and I shot stream after stream deep into her hole. I gave one last deep thrust into her then slowly pulled my cock out of her ass. As it slid out of her now slick butthole, I saw that her ass was gaping wide open. Without my dick to hold it open, though, it slowly started to close up again.

Finally, I released my hold on my sister and stepped back a couple of paces. She didn't move, remaining very still, her arms had fallen out to the side. She looked so helpless as she rotated her face back into the cushion.

"Let's get a something straight," I said. "You're my bitch." I reached down and pulled my pants up. "Go ahead and keep teasing my like you do. We both know why you do it." I took one last look at my sister, bent over the couch with her ass up in the air. A bit of my cum was now leaking out of her ass. I smiled and went upstairs.

I lay down on my bed and recounted all the events that had happened that day. Quite an amazing turn of events. It was still early, but I was completely worn out. I fell asleep thinking about how I had just made my sister my fuck doll. I imagined different ways I wanted to fuck her in the future. Jenna was mine to do with what I wanted.

But, it seemed I had underestimated her once again. This was the last time I ever did.

I woke up in the middle of the night to Jenna shaking me awake. She was on top of me, straddling my chest. It took a few seconds for me to realize what was going on. The first thing I noticed was that Jenna was wearing an incredibly sexy outfit. 

She had on a black corset that looked like it was made out of latex or vinyl. The way it pushed her tits up made them look mouthwatering. She had on expensive looking black, lace underwear, and black, thigh-high boots. I absolutely love thigh high boots. Jenna was looking down at me with a wicked grin on her face. The next thing that I noticed was that I was naked too. Wow, she had even taken my clothes off.

I smiled and said, "Back for some more, huh?"

"I suppose so," she said. Just then, I made my last realization. I was tied to the corners of my bed.

"Kind of kinky, huh?" I said.

"Oh, Matty. You have no idea." Jenna stood up on my bed, took off her panties, and turned around, giving me a full view of her ass. She moved up a ways towards my head and squatted down, her ass about a foot away from my face.

"You were pretty rough on my ass earlier," she said. "Kiss it and make it better." Before I could protest, her ass landed on my face, smothering me underneath it. In a circular motion, she ground her ass onto me. Then she reached back and spread her cheeks, exposing her asshole. She positioned herself so that her asshole was touching my lips.

"Kiss it, Matt."

"What? Kiss your asshole?" I managed to get out from beneath her thick butt cheeks.

"Kiss it like a good brother," said Jenna. I didn't want to do it. I had never put my mouth on a girl's butthole before. That's disgusting. But, I could clearly see that I had little choice. I was tied up and something in Jenna's voice sounded like she meant business. So, timidly, I pushed my lips together and gave Jenna's brown little pucker a small kiss.

"Aaaah, good boy," said Jenna on top of me. "But, that didn't make it feel all better. I think you're going to have to lick it real good for me."

"What?" I protested beneath her. "I can't do that."

"You can and you will. Now, lick my ass or else you'll be punished." She brought her open hand down onto my stomach, slapping it hard. I yelped, but still didn't start licking. Three more times she slapped me before I broke down and stuck my tongue out and lapped at her bitter asshole.

"Mmmmm," moaned Jenna. "That's just what I need. Keep licking it like a good boy." Jenna started rubbing her clit and moaning. After a while, it wasn't so bad. The fact that this was turning her on so much was actually starting to turn me on too. I loved listening to Jenna moan and my dick was starting to respond to it. I continued to lick her ass for about a minute and then Jenna climbed off of my face.

She positioned herself at the bottom of the bed with her head near my crotch. She was staring at my dick and slowly began playing with it a little, running a finger up the length of it then squeezing the tip a bit.

"You know, as long as both of us are getting all of our little perversions out in the open today, I must admit that I've always wanted to know what my brother's cock tasted like," she said. Then she opened her mouth wide and swallowed all of my cock, and I do mean the entirety of it. 

Her lips were settled on top of my balls and she held it there for a bit, the tip of my cock a ways down her throat. I had never had someone deepthroat me before. My eyes almost rolled back into my head at the sensation. After about ten seconds, Jenna came up gasping for air. She looked up at me and smiled again.

"See, Matt," she said. "Who says I'm not a loving sister? Do you like it when I take your whole cock like that?"

"Oh my God yes. That feels so good."

"Yeah, do you like it when I do this?" Jenna kept eye contact with me while she lowered her head down onto my cock. She continued looking at me even as she started sucking it, and boy did she suck it. I started moaning from the pleasure of it. But, then she put her teeth lightly against my dick and started slowly grating her way down my shaft. It fucking hurt.

"Ow, what the fuck, Jenna? Ow! Stop it. That fucking hurts." Jenna was still looking up at me and smiled as I cried out, but she continued to use her teeth on my dick for another thirty seconds or so. Then she grabbed me firmly by the shaft and circled the tip with her tongue. Unfortunately, she didn't do that for very long. She stood up off of the bed.

"Let's move on, shall we?" she said. "I'm going to turn you over now. If you try to break free of the ropes while I'm doing this, I'm going to hurt you."

"You already hurt me," I said. "My cock feels like somebody just chewed on it."

"Oh, poor, naïve Matt. That was just a warm-up." I didn't like the way that she said that. My sister was starting to scare me now. What happened to me being the dominant one? Wasn't she supposed to be my bitch now?

It took some time, but she eventually got me turned over. She had to untie one rope at a time and retie it to the opposite post. I thought about trying to break free, but decided against it. I didn't want to find out what she might do to me if I did. Also, there were always three ropes holding me down at all times and the knots were strong. I wondered where she learned to tie such a good knot. Maybe I wasn't the first guy she'd tied up before. 

It took a little while, but eventually I was lying face down on my bed, tied to each corner. I couldn't think of any reason that she wanted me on my stomach though.

"I have to get something out of my room. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere," Jenna said with a little laugh to herself. Yeah, as if I had a choice. She walked out of my room and across the hall, her heels clicking loudly on the floor as she walked. She was only gone for a minute or so, but that was enough to make me worry. What could she possibly be getting? What was I in for?

I heard her heels clicking again, making her way back into my room. The clicking stopped beside my bed. I turned my head to look at her. Instead, I came face to face with a big strap-on dildo that my sister had put on. My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped. Jenna laughed at my reaction.

"Don't worry, bro. I bet you're a natural," Jenna said. The dildo was probably averaged size, but, with it inches from my face, it seemed like a monster. It was realistic looking. It had a natural flesh color and even had veins bulging along it.

Jenna put one hand on the base of the dildo, one hand on the back of my head, and shoved the dildo into my mouth. She wasted no time before fucking my face with her big strap-on. I choked on it at first and she pulled it out.

"Suck my dick, Matt," she ordered, and stuffed it back in. This time, she put both of her hands on the back of my head and pushed me up and down on it. I must have looked ridiculous, but my sister seemed to be loving it.

"That's it, bro. Suck your sister's big cock." She continued to fuck my mouth for two minutes or so, changing speed at irregular intervals. The friction on her pussy was getting her hot. I could smell the aroma of her sex coming from her crotch. She gave me two or three last deep thrusts, which I started to gag on, then took the dildo out of my mouth.

I looked up at her and she smiled wickedly at me. I felt an incredible sense of defeat at that. I thought I was the one dominating my sister, but she was showing me who was really in control. She picked up a big bottle of lube and started to walk to the bottom of the bed.

"Time for your last lesson of the night," she said. Then she started to climb onto the bed, between my legs. I suddenly became very aware of what she intended to do.

"No," I pleaded. "No no. Not that. Jenna don't. Please."

"Please don't what?" said Jenna.

"Please don't," I repeated.

"Please don't what?" said Jenna, and she slapped me hard on my ass. I swallowed hard to help get the words out.

"Please don't... fuck me in the ass." I turned my head to look behind me as best I could. I saw Jenna smiling that same wicked smile.

"Ok," she said. "I won't fuck your ass." All the muscles in my body relaxed a bit. But that didn't last long. "I will, however, plow your ass. I'm going to pound your little asshole, Matt. I'm going to shove it in deep and turn you into a little sissy boy. And, you know what? By the time I finish reaming your little butthole, you're going to cum for me." 

Jenna squirted some lube onto her hand and worked it up and down her rubber cock. Then she put a little on my ass and rubbed it all over my asshole. Finally, she took the whole bottle of lube and shoved the nozzle into my ass. Once it was inside, Jenna squeezed, forcing a large amount of lube into my ass.

"You're tense. Don't worry. You're going to love it." Jenna threw the bottle of lube to the side and positioned her hips right above my ass. She lined up her cock and I felt it press against my asshole. "Karma's a bitch, and so am I," said Jenna. Then she thrust forward, shoving a large portion of the strap-on up my ass.

I clenched my teeth and let out a low grunt. The feeling was incredible. It hurt so much. I wished that she had gone in slowly. The feeling of being stretched by that dildo was sending all sorts of pain through my body. 

Jenna stayed motionless on top of me for a little bit. At least she was going to let my body adjust now. Slowly but surely she started to work the dildo in and out of my ass. It felt unnatural to me, like I was taking a massive shit, but in reverse. My ass felt so full of my sister's cock.

After a few minutes of very little movement, Jenna started to hump my ass. My ass had started to get used to the dildo and it was moving in and out much easier now. The lube was making slopping noises as Jenna began fucking me proper. Luckily, I was able to relax my ass enough to ease the strain of taking the dick.

Once I was able to do that, the feeling was much different. I still felt completely full, but that didn't seem so bad anymore. In fact, the steady rhythm of Jenna's strap-on moving in and out of me was starting to make me feel good. I closed my eyes and pictured Jenna's hips driving into me right behind me, her ass flexing with each thrust.

I was really starting to enjoy myself now. I lost myself in the sensations that were coming from my ass, and I did something I shouldn't have - I accidently moaned a little. Jenna stopped her steady humping. Then she burst out laughing. 

"Oh my God. No. Fucking. Way. Did you just moan?" Jenna began laughing again. My face turned bright red. "I can't believe that. You just moaned while I was fucking you in the ass. I haven't even been fucking you that long. Has your ass already adjusted that much? I guess I was right, you're a natural." Jenna resumed her thrusting, this time going deeper and a little quicker.

"Uuungh," I grunted at the change of pace.

"I can't believe my brother is such a sissy boy. And, here I thought that I was the anal whore. You are loving this, aren't you? Keep moaning. I like that." I kept my mouth shut. "I said, moan." Jenna drove the strap-on as deep as it would go. I was now taking her balls deep. The sudden surprise of the dildo burying itself in my ass so deep forced my mouth open.




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"Aaaaaauuuuaaaaggggh."

"That's more like it," said Jenna. Then she changed position slightly, laying down on top of me, using just her hips to pound my ass. Even so, she started fucking me faster and the guttural sounds I was making increased.

"Tell me how much you like this," Jenna said to me. "You like being fucked by your sister's big cock? Tell me. Tell me that you love my cock in your ass."

I obediently obeyed. "I love your big cock in my ass," I said. That seemed to please her and she rewarded me with two hard thrusts before resuming her quick pace on top of me.

"Yeah," she said. "My big brother likes to take it up his ass like a little bitch, doesn't he? You know, you've been such a good little slut. I think you deserve a little reward." Jenna reached underneath me and found my cock. I hadn't even noticed, but I was already semi-erect.

"Ooooh," she said in my ear. "Look at that. Feels like somebody wants to cum." It was true. I did want to cum. I wanted so badly to cum for my sister. Jenna started stroking my dick, giving me a reach around while on top of me, fucking my ass. I was fully hard very quickly. Jenna continued fucking me like this for another five minutes or so. I could hear her breath start to become raspier and I knew that the base of the strap-on was working against her pussy good. She was getting close to cumming and so was I.

Jenna leaned in close to my ear and said, "I'm going to cum soon. But, you have to beg to cum. Say, 'Please, mistress, may I cum?'"

I wasted no time. "Please, mistress, may I cum? Please let me cum. I want to cum so badly, Jenna." Jenna started pumping my cock hard, bringing me almost to the tipping point. But, before I could cum, she let go of my cock and pressed my ass down hard. This smashed my dick between my stomach and the bed. Then she started thrusting deep, each thrust moving my whole body and grinding my cock against my sheets. I was going to cum even without her hand. I looked back at Jenna.

She brought her right hand up to her face and sucked on her middle finger a little. Then she reached around behind herself and shoved her wet finger up her ass. This must have done the trick for her because she started brutally pounding me, writhing like crazy on top of me. My cock started to spasm and I shot a big load onto my sheets and stomach. Jenna continued fucking me hard throughout her orgasm, eventually just grinding her crotch against the base of the dildo.

It was almost 2:00 am and I was tied up, lying in a pool of my own cum with my sister on top of me, her strap-on still buried in my ass, catching her breath. When Jenna finally did manage to move, she slowly slid the big dildo out of my ass and climbed off the bed. As she stood beside me, I saw that the dildo was covered in lube and the wetness of my sister's pussy was leaking out the bottom of her harness.

Casually, Jenna untied one of my arms and started to walk away. Apparently she was leaving the rest to me. When she got to the door, she turned around and faced me. She looked so kinky in her corset with the big strap-on sticking out.

"Matt," she said. "Let's get one thing straight. You're my bitch now." With that, she turned around, walked to her room, and shut the door.

TO BE CONTINUED...



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Those days after Christmas are always weird, I think. For weeks, or make that months really, there is this intense build up and everything has to be a certain way, we are supposed to feel all merry and bright, there is pressure from family, parties, shopping, decorating, baking, all leading up to this one day of days...... and then, like having a sugar crash, it all comes to an abrupt end and we're left in a confused emotional state, exhausted, and in need of that long winter's nap. At least that's how I feel.

I know you were feeling it, too. We've been sharing this house as room mates for almost a year now and have had some good late night talks, I think we know each other pretty well. With all this holiday craziness though we haven't seen much of each other lately and then we each traveled to be with our respective families for Christmas. I got back yesterday afternoon to an empty house and had some time to breathe and get my thoughts in order. I drew myself a bath and snuggled into my bed early, all cozy and warm. Some time much later, in the middle of the night, I heard you come dragging in. 

Now that I'm slowly waking up the next morning, I wonder how things went for you. I feel the need to do something nice for you since you're probably completely bushed from your long trip. I decide to make breakfast so I sneak down the stairs, still in my jammies, and fix some soft scrambled eggs and toast, cut up some fruit, and brew two nice cups of strong, black tea. I thought we'd eat together and catch up.

Up the stairs I go with my tray full of goodies. I used the good china and the cloth napkins, and I put a flower that I snipped from a holiday bouquet in a small vase to make the whole thing look pretty. That, combined with the delicacies on the tray should give us a good start to the day.

I knock on your door. "Danny? Are you awake?"

"Not really, Dee." you say in a sleepy voice.

"May I come in? I have a surprise for you." I reply. "Are you decent?"

"Hang on.......... Ok, come on in."

I open the door and give you my biggest smile, "Hey you, welcome home!" You sit on the edge of your bed in your boxers and a t-shirt, hair all messy from sleeping, but your face lights up when you see me and my tray.

"Hey Dee, how's things? You brought me food??? Marry me, Goddess!!"

I laugh as you push the covers back and motion me to sit on the mattress with you, we position the tray between us and start to dig in. "Mmmmm this is the best breakfast I've ever eaten" you say with a twinkle in your eyes, and I take delight in your silly compliment. We chat while we eat, about work and family and Christmas and our trips, and I feel so good sitting here with you, it's such a special time just between the two of us, like catching up with my best friend.

"God, it's good to be home though." You say it with a deep sigh and such conviction that I can't help leaning over and giving you a kiss on the cheek.... only I lose my balance on the wobbly mattress and the kiss lands on your lips.

What a confusing feeling to kiss your lips..... I lean back to where I was sitting and look at you, and I see that your expression has changed as well.

"Oops, sorry."

"Dee......." you say, but you seem lost for words too. You move the tray from the bed to the floor and scoot closer to me. "Come here darling Dee, let me hold you for a while." I snuggle up to you and you cradle me in your strong arms. I listen to you talking and I feel the vibrations of your voice in your chest. I feel safe, and loved...... and excited.

Your lips kiss my head and your hand caresses my arm. I wiggle in your embrace and find myself face to face with you, and somehow our lips meet and unite in a tender kiss..... your lips nibbling on mine, playing gently with me, and as my arms wrap around your neck and pull you closer suddenly your kiss becomes more demanding. Stunned, I kiss you back, our tongues now dancing as if performing a ritual, emotions washing over us, too strong to resist. Your hands take my top off and slide back down along my arms to my breasts, your mouth finds my nipples and devours them, and all I can do is moan your name as I arch my back and thrust my chest into your face.

"Danny, Danny......." I whisper as I tug on your t-shirt and pull it over your head.

"Darling Dee.." you sigh just before your mouth finds mine again, we never break our passionate kiss even as we wiggle out of our bottoms. Naked, we fall back on the bed, our hands roam freely over each other's skin, breathless, our bodies moving with each other, your leg slips high between my thighs, I love the feeling of your hairy thigh on my smooth, now wet, pussy lips.....

I want to give you pleasure so I slide down along your body, kissing your shoulders, your chest, leaving a hot trail on your belly, caressing your thighs. I find your manhood standing proud, waiting for me, aching for me. First I lick your balls with long strokes of my tongue, oh, how I love your moans, how I love your reaction to me as your hips move in pursuit of my mouth.

"Suck me, Dee...." you whisper hoarsely, and I oblige, I moisten my lips and suck you slowly, slowly, all the way into my mouth.

Between moans you gasp "God...... that feels sooo good..... swing your ass around baby I want to eat your pussy."

You won't have to ask twice, I move to where I can sit on your face and suck your cock at the same time. Oh my God, that feeling when your tongue first licks the whole length of my slit...... I almost lose it right there and then and moan loudly on your cock, sending vibrations through you and encouraging you to dive your tongue deep into my flesh.

I try to concentrate on sucking your cock, I want to swallow it down my throat and give you maximum pleasure, I play with your balls and stroke your legs while my lips make love to your gorgeous cock. But you make me lose concentration eating my pussy so good, never stopping, licking every tiny bit there is of me, reaching inside me with your tongue and fingers. Finally I just can't stand it anymore, the pressure and pleasure is too much and I cum, I cum so hard on your face, and in my wildness I thrash my head up and down on your cock and trigger your orgasm, together we cum, we reach a climax like never before. You shoot a huge load of your hot seed down my throat just as I release a stream of sticky juice onto your face, we both gasp for air, screaming our lust into the room.....

My heaving body lay limp on top of yours as we try to catch our breath. When I open my eyes again I notice that my face is right next to your cock. I smile, and inch closer so that my tongue can reach, and I clean you up. Your hands caress my backside. "Come up here, darling Dee" you say. I turn around and nestle into your arms, you hold me so tight, and you tell me that you love me. Softly, I moan "I'm so glad you're home, Danny....."



Roomies: Babysitting



Kim McCall bounded up the steps to the small brick house set back from the street. She rapped briskly on the door while checking her watch. Good, she was five minutes early. The black haired 20 year old Canadian girl bounced several times up and down on her toes, less from impatience than from her pent-up energy.

The door opened and Kim nearly laughed as the dignified older man standing in the doorway blinked at her several times rather blankly before asking "Can I help you?"

"Hi, Doctor Lake, its Kim. I'm baby-sitting your grandchildren tonight?"

The man's face animated. "Oh yes, Kim, please come in." He ushered her into the living room. Kim looked around. It was pretty much what she expected of a college professor's place. Filled bookshelves covered most of the walls. A table and desk seemed to groan under the stacks of papers covering them. He gestured to a worn, but comfortable looking sofa.

"Please sit down Kim. I'm afraid your charges aren't here yet. My daughter and her husband," Kim noted a scowl pass across his face, "Should be dropping them by any minute now. I was planning to stay with them myself, I really do love their company, but I have a faculty meeting that slipped my mind. Would you like a coke or a cup of tea?"

"Thank you Doctor Lake, a coke would be fine."

He returned in short order and handed her a cold glass. "Kim, I want to thank you for agreeing to this on such short notice. I was at my wits end until Professor Nolam learned of my dilemma and suggested you. She speaks very highly of you." 

Kim smiled. "Professor Nolam is a wonderful lady. Her children are delightful, if a bit of a handful. It was fun and I have always enjoyed my time with them."

"Well, I happen to know that she and her husband were always pleased to get away and had no worries to interfere with their nights out together when you were with the children."

Kim smiled again. She wondered if Doctor Lake was aware of exactly how the Professor and her husband spent some of those evenings out. She had found out one night cuddled up with her roommate Pam.

"Do you know what I saw last night while you were babysitting?" the Southern US girl had giggled in her soft voice. "Professor Nolam was out at the Rodeo Round-Up Club. You would have never believed it was her. She was wearing a skirt neither you nor I would have worn, it was that short. She had on a low-cut blouse that was so tight you could not only see she didn't have a bra on, but you could see every little bump on her nipples. She was wearing nude pantyhose and high heeled boots. I nearly fell out of the booth I was in, in fact I had to hide behind Chad Daverling."

"I can't believe it," Kim had replied. "Professor Nolam? I thought she was out with her husband."

"Oh, she was," her roommate had assured her. "I didn't recognize him either. He was all decked out in tight jeans and boots and all himself. He sat beside her and struck up a conversation with her, bought her a drink and they acted like they didn't even know each other. I'll have to remember that. It looked really neat."

"Well," winked Kim. "Maybe I'll pick you up someday?"

"Yeah, right," came the reply, slightly muffled as Pam nibbled her roomie's bare shoulder. "Even in this day and age we'd probably get stoned. And not the fun kind of stoned" Then they had both forgotten about Professor Nolam and her husband and the Rodeo Club and Chad Daverling as their hands had begun to run over each other's bodies.

Kim brought herself back to the present just as a knock came on the door. Doctor Lake opened it to reveal a couple in their late twenties along with two little girls, one about six and the other four. She studied the adults. The woman was obviously Doctor Lake's daughter. She looked just like him.

She looked at the husband and then back at the wife. Something was definitely out of kilter here. They both looked unhappy, although they were making an effort to hide it.

"Hi Dad." The woman looked at Kim, curiosity on her face.

"Hello sweetheart. I'm afraid there's been a hitch in our plans. There's an unexpected department heads meeting tonight with the Dean that I absolutely have to attend. This is Miss McCall. She was one of my students last term and generously offered to keep the children when this conflict arose. She comes highly recommended and assures me she will watch the children carefully and won't be having visitors."

"I promise," said Kim brightly. "Nobody here but me and my math books."

In short order the two little girls were snuggled onto the couch, paying rapt attention to the flickering screen of the black and white television. The parents had gone and Doctor Lake showed Kim where the snacks were before going to get dressed. Kim settled herself between her two charges and made friends.

Lake reappeared, dressed neatly in a suit and tie. Kim had just risen to get some water for the girls and almost bumped into him on her way to the kitchen.

"Doctor Lake, you look very nice."

"Thank you, Kim."

"I suppose," Kim said thoughtfully, "That I will have to revise some of my assumptions. I guess I've always thought of you in those tweed jackets with the leather patches on the elbows and seen you trying to remember where you left the outline for the day's lecture. But that's just one side of you."

Doctor Lake laughed. Kim enjoyed his laughter, it was bright and cheery. She remembered him as so much more subdued in class.

"Kim, I'm sure that at your age you are quite sure that anyone my age, and a college professor to boot, must be befuddled and rather lost at the best of times. I'm sure I made that impression when you first arrived. I do confess that I am rather settled and a break in my routine tends to send me adrift. But I'm not nearly as lost as you might have thought."

"Well, I apologize, Doctor Lake."

"No need dear. I rather enjoy the role life has given me to play. I also enjoy stepping out of it sometimes."

The evening passed quickly. Kim got the girls to bed in the spare bedroom, a story and a soft song lulling them right off to sleep. She spread her books out on the kitchen table and became absorbed in her studies. Occasionally she shook herself free and returned to the bedroom to check on her charges.

Kim was almost surprised at how much time had passed when the parents returned. They looked a bit well, not happier, but more relaxed with each other. There still seemed to be an edge to their conversation that made Kim slightly uncomfortable, as though she was catching glimpses of something she shouldn't. Still, the happy smiles both of them gave their sleepy children reassured her.

They were still thanking Kim when Doctor Lake arrived home. He spoke to his daughter, kissed his grandchildren and waved until they drove out of sight. He came in the house and paid Kim the agreed upon amount, and added a bit more.

"You really earned it," he said. "The little ones really liked you. The hugs they gave you was proof of that."

"They're wonderful children and I enjoyed them so much I could have almost stayed with them for free." Kim laughed. "But I'm glad of the money."

Kim gathered her books and stuffed papers into the cavernous shoulder bag she used to carry everything around. She scanned the living room once more to make sure she hadn't left anything. Seeing nothing that belonged to her she went into the kitchen to tell her employer goodnight. 

Doctor Lake was looking out the window. His gaze was not focused on the night. He seemed older, his shoulders a bit more slumped. And tired. The sensitive young woman felt a sense of weariness coming from him.

"Doctor Lake? Are you alright?" Hesitantly, she laid her hand on his arm.

"Oh I'm fine, my dear." Still looking out the window, he patted her hand with his. "Things seem overwhelming sometimes. When you find yourself on the down slope of life, things that you could shrug off when you were younger seem to carry so much more weight."

"Does it have something to do with your daughter and her husband? I'm not being nosey," Kim hastened to add. "Well, not much anyway. I just felt some really bad vibes when they were here."

"Well, yes. They dropped the girls off so they could go to counseling. The marriage is rocky. I'm afraid part of it is my fault. I never thought Alan was good enough for my daughter, and I'm sure I've showed it over the years. Of course I probably would have felt that about any guy." He turned towards Kim and gave her a lop-sided smile. "Just as I'm sure your father probably has thought about any young man you've brought home."

"Well, yes," Kim laughed. "I guess all Dads are protective." She sobered. "Its still more than that Doctor Lake. What else is making you feel like you do right now?"

His eyes took on the faraway look again. "Its Jean." Somehow he sensed more than saw her look of puzzlement. "My wife. This week it will have been four years since I lost her. Cancer."

"I'm so sorry," Kim said quietly.

The young woman's sincerity was obvious to the older man. He squeezed her hand. "Thank you. It has been very lonely since she's been gone. Still though," he looked at Kim, "I hope that you are as fortunate as I was in your choice of whomever you may spend your life with. The memories are very warming." Doctor Lake looked away again. "Don't be afraid of life Kim. Although I'm very sad this night, it would be infinitely worse had I never had those years with Jean."

Kim looked at the older man in a whole new light now. Her heart went out to this lonely man. At the same time, she realized that 54 didn't equal "Over-the-hill". Maybe he was a little sedentary, but he wasn't fat, and the arm she was touching still had muscles. In fact, his gray hair added to his appeal.

Appeal? Yes, she decided.

Kim whispered, "Doctor Lake?" When he turned to her, she put her hands around his neck. Standing on her toes, she kissed him. Caught by surprise, his mouth opened and she slipped her tongue between his lips.

For a long moment the two stood together. Then the man broke the kiss. "Kim!" He exclaimed. "What are you doing?"

The young woman's eyes twinkled. "I thought it was rather obvious what I was doing." She reached out and ran her fingers over the bulge in his slacks. "It seems like a part of you is well aware of what I'm doing."

Swallowing hard, Lake managed to push Kim's fingers away from his steadily hardening cock. "Now Kim, I can't say that I'm not flattered, and extremely tempted, but this isn't right. You're a student and I'm your professor." He stopped as Kim took two steps back. Reaching down, she caught the hem of her peasant blouse and pulled it over her head. Her breasts stood straight out from her body, small but perfectly rounded. Two hard pink nipples tipped them.

"That was last term." Kim reached down, unfastening her sandals and kicking them away. "This term I'm just your babysitter." He watched, unbelieving as her fingers unsnapped and unzipped her shorts. "And I'm an adult, not some child, Doctor Lake." The shorts slid down her tanned legs. She stepped out of them, leaving her only in a pair of blue cotton panties. She cupped one breast, offering it to him.

There was one moment of hesitation. Suddenly, Lake covered the distance between them in one stride. An arm went around her, the hand pressed against the middle of her back. The other hand gripped her butt. He lifted her small frame in the air with a surprising show of strength. With a growl he buried his face between her breasts.

Kim gasped. She arched her back as his mouth covered her right breast, sucking it in even as his tongue swirled over the nipple. He squeezed her ass, his strong fingers flexing against the cheeks firmed by hours of cheerleading and exercise.

Lifting her in the air, Lake carried her down the hall, his mouth still locked onto her breast. Kim wrapped her arms around his neck as they turned into the other bedroom. Reaching the double bed he bent over, laying her on the covers. She reached down, pushing her panties down, drawing one leg up and out of them and finally flinging them away with the toes of her other foot.

Lake stood over her, his eyes running up and down her firm body. She enjoyed his hot gaze, lifting her arms over her head and wiggling seductively on the bed. He shed his clothes, revealing a body that his five decades plus had treated very well.

As he undid his belt and unfastened his trousers, Kim rolled towards him, ending up on her tummy, her face towards him. She reached out, tugging his pants and shorts down. When his cock appeared she engulfed him in her mouth in one quick movement.

Lake's eyes widened. "Oh God, Kim!" He stood almost helpless as the lithe young woman sprawled in front of him, her head already bobbing as her lips slid up and down onto his cock. She cupped his balls, holding them in her hand, her fingers stroking them and giving the tiniest squeezes.

It must have been a long time for the Professor. Kim felt him already beginning to swell. She pushed her head all the way down until her nose touched his groin and increased the suction. His ball sac tightened and his hands fell onto her head, fingers locking into her short cut black hair. Then her mouth was filled with hot liquid as his balls emptied their load. She swallowed, letting his cum run down her throat.

His cock sagged in her mouth. She released it but began to run her tongue along its shrinking length for a minute. Then she slid sideways and up the bed until she had propped herself on the headboard, two pillows under her back.

"Aren't you joining me Doctor Lake?"

"Oh Kim, I'm sorry. Its just been so long and I..." Lake's words trailed off as Kim stretched out one shapely leg and then drew the other one up, exposing her tuft of hair. Droplets clung to the fine hair. She cupped her breast, then slid her hand down her flat tummy and between her legs. One finger parted her labia and she began to tease herself with quick flicking touches. A second finger joined the first and she leaned back, her pussy open to his view and her strokes. 

Kim's eyes closed. The fingers on her one hand closed over her nipple and began to roll and tug it. Her other hand rubbed up and down her slit. At the top she would pause and circle her unhooded clit before her hand moved down. Lake managed to tear his eyes away from her and looked down to see his cock stiffening again. He climbed onto the bed, his eyes once again locked on the shapely coed as she masturbated.

The coed felt the bed move and smiled to herself. Her eyes opened as her breath came faster and she began to circle her clit and at the same time pull hard and twist her nipple. Then, just before she reached the point of no return, she stopped, reached out, and pulled the Professor to her. Almost falling in his haste to reach her, his body came to rest beside her. 

Kim pushed Lake onto his back and climbed on top of him. Straddling him, she rose on her knees, her fingers running through the mass of hair covering his chest. He reached between them, guiding the head of his cock between her waiting lips. She lowered herself, her eyes closing as he slid up inside her.

She braced herself, moving slowly on Lake's cock. Somehow this felt like it should be slow and gentle. She flexed her knees, raising and falling. Her eyes remained closed as the man under her moved in time with her.

Lake's hands stroked over her hips and down the front of her thighs. Kim's eyes opened as she heard him softly moan.

"Oh Jean, Jean, Jean."

Kim's eyes watered. Lake's eyes were closed now. The young woman realized he was calling her by his late wife's name, letting himself imagine that he was with her. Leaning forward, she rested against his chest, her head on his shoulder. Her strong leg muscles continued to rock herself on his shaft. Her arms went under him, her hands slipping up to his shoulder blades.

"Oh God, Jean, I've missed you so much."

Kim blinked back the tears that threatened to blind her. What was Doctor Lake's first name? Don, no, Dan. That was it.

"I've missed you too Dan." Felling his body stiffen, she hugged him close. "Its okay Dan, its okay. Make love to me Dan. Make love to Jean."

Dan nodded wordlessly. Tenderly he pushed the coed onto her back, while he remained inside of her. He covered her body with his own, his hips moving slowly. She spread her legs, bending her knees and bracing her feet on the covers, moving in unison with him. He showered kisses over her neck and shoulders as he moved faster, gasping for air.

Kim moved under her older lover. She wrapped her arms around him and then threw one leg over his. His weight pinned her to the bed as he lost himself inside her. They clutched each other close as only hips moved back and forth. The hard nipples on her small jutting breasts pressed into his chest. Kim cried out as he seemed to reach further and further into her. Moving as one, they rode each other to orgasm. 

The molded bodies slowed and then stopped. As Dan pulled out of her, Kim felt the sticky wetness of his cum trickle from her body. The amount he had somehow mustered after his first orgasm was surprising. She almost giggled but restrained herself, knowing it would break the older man's contended mood.

They spooned together until she felt from his relaxed breathing that he had fallen asleep. She slipped from the bed and found her clothes and dressed. She had just picked up her bag when Doctor Lake appeared in the living room, a sheet wound around his waist.

"Thank you." His eyes searched her face. "I don't know why you did what you did, but thank you. Not just for the sex, but for the other."

"You're welcome." Kim smiled. "And its not as if I planned any of this, nor as if I didn't thoroughly enjoy myself." She crossed to him, stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. "Sleep well tonight. Maybe things aren't quite as overwhelming now." She turned and left, closing the door behind herself.

As she climbed the step leading to her dorm, Kim suddenly sprouted a wicked smile as a very naughty idea crossed her mind. She hurried, wondering if her roommate was home, and alone. One thing about Pam, she was pretty much unshockable and Kim didn't think she would have much trouble persuading her to go along with her. If Doctor Lake could get as aroused as he had watching her touch herself, she wondered just how stiff he might get if presented with two young women touching themselves and each other.

Maybe another night she would find out.

(The End)



Roomies: Beginnings



"Hey, are you as busy as I am?"

Kim McCall looked up and grinned at the tousled brown head poked in her door. "If you're asking if I have a date this evening, then the answer is 'No'. Its just me and my math books. How about you?"

Pam Maguire shook her head ruefully as she came into the room and flopped on the bed belonging to Kim's roommate. Taller than Kim's five feet four by nearly four inches, Pam was slender and long-legged, the perfect shape for a runner. Her light brown hair was longer than one would expect of an athlete, falling in curls around her shoulders, but that was how she liked it.

On her part, Pam studied the girl sitting at the desk, her chair tipped back and her feet crossed on the top of the desk. Kim had short black hair, was slight, and as cute as the proverbial button, Some might consider her nose too sharp and a touch too long. Pam grinned. Her own nose was her sore spot. She always thought it was big enough so she could use a handkerchief as an umbrella. 

The two of them had met in the Student Union the first day of fall registration. It was probably the feeling of being outsiders that drew the two of them together, one Canadian and one Southern US, both feeling rather out of place in the far from home school they both attended on scholarship. Regardless of the reason, they became friends and confidants. They went on double-dates together and hung out. They discovered they made great card playing partners at both Spades and Bridge, which games seemed to run endlessly at the Student Union. in fact, they would supplement their allowances by playing Spades for a penny a point all year.

The sixties or not; with Free Love and the demonstrations and all the rest, there still lurked a fairly strict social structure for the female students. Both girls came from working class backgrounds. Kim had a reputation as a "Brain" but her gymnastic ability had won her a place on the second team cheerleading squad. Pam was an athlete but she was a theatre arts major and the drama department had a ripe reputation of being a haven for some of the weirdest people on campus. Neither had rushed a sorority but both numbered friends in some of the more prestigious ones. In short, they were pretty much in a class by themselves, and they liked it that way. They could go where they wanted and do what struck their fancy when they got there without worrying about what anyone else might say.

Pam pushed herself up and looked at her friend. "Oh, to heck with it Kim. Put your books up and let's go."

"Go where?" Inquired Kim, even as she closed her books, stood and stretched.

"So we don't have dates and we don't feel like a big, noisy party. Let's take my car, get a bottle of wine and go parking up on the ridge. We can listen to the sounds of mating going on and gossip about everyone we see up there."

Kim laughed merrily. "You're on."

It was a beautiful Indian summer late afternoon, just right for the nearly matching outfits the two girls were wearing. Both had on loose t-shirts, shorts and leather sandals. Kim was wearing cut-off jeans and Pam a pair of her running shorts

They walked down to the student parking lot and climbed into Pam's somewhat battered Dodge. They drove into town, stopping at a store on the town square were they purchased a chilled bottle of Strawberry wine. From there they went on to the ridge overlooking the college. Already a number of cars were parked in various locations around the large open area. Some were pulled into little cavities in the surrounding foliage. 

"Those cars will be rocking by the time its dark," observed Kim as Pam pulled around and backed into a spot that afforded them a good view of the area.

"And some before then," pointed Pam as she indicated a blue station wagon that was already showing signs of some activity going on inside.

Kim laughed along with her friend and opened the wine bottle. They passed it back and forth, not bothering with cups. They chatted and talked about their separate days. The evening settled into twilight and then a moonlit darkness covered them as they watched cars come and go and commented on who they spotted. Sometimes the visitors stayed for a while, sometimes they were gone in only a few minutes.

"There goes Todd Danielstan," noted Pam. "That didn't take very long."

"I heard he isn't either," replied Kim.

One group had built a fire in the old kiln that often served as a gathering place. Snatches of songs drifted to the two girls. 

"Want to go over there?" asked Kim.

Pam was slumped comfortably in the car's bench seat. "No, I'm good right here." She held up the bottle of wine, now more than half empty. "Do you think we should have got another one of these?" She took a hefty slug and looked at it again.

"Not unless we're going to walk back to campus, or catch a ride with someone drunker than we are. Besides, I don't want to crawl to our rooms."

"Speaking of rooms," Pam sat up and looked at her friend. "Julia is leaving school."

"What? When? Why?" Kim was surprised. Pam's quiet roommate was a good student and a nice person.

"Next week. And no," Pam held up her hand. "She's not pregnant or anything like that. Its family troubles and I can't talk about something she told me in confidence, even to you."

"Well, of course not." Kim let the news sink in and then sat up in excitement. "Does that mean..."

"You bet it does. You can move right in. The college won't care and I know that Daphne and you haven't been getting along. She'll probably help you move."

"Wow." Kim had loved Pam's room from the first time she had visited there. Located in an older dorm, the corner room was spacious and had its own bathroom. On the second floor, it looked out over the campus and was shaded by an huge oak tree.

"Well?" Pam lifted an eyebrow.

"Its a deal!" Kim leaned over and hugged her friend and prospective roommate.

"That felt good, don't stop," laughed Pam. "Its cooler than I expected." She shivered a bit. "At least down South we expect it to stay warm for a few hours after dark."

Nodding her head in agreement, Kim shifted in her seat. Almost unconsciously, the two girls closed the distance between them, squirming along the cloth seat until their sides were touching. When their bare legs touched, Pam giggled and threw her leg over Kim's, who responded until the two of them had not only intertwined their legs but were nestled in each other's arms.

"That's better," remarked Pam.

"Yes indeed," agreed Kim who tipped the wine bottle up and took a deep swallow. Frowning, she continued. "Its almost empty Pam. You finish it." She held the bottle to her friend's lips and said "Bottom's up!"

By now the two girls had a severe case of the giggles. Short remarks seemed to be the funniest jokes ever imagined. They were clutching each other in an attempt to keep from sliding off the seat into the floorboards. Then Pam opened turned her head to make another seemingly sparkling remark to Kim and found that their faces were only inches apart.

Time seemed to pause as the two friends looked into each other's eyes. The same emotions were reflected there; sudden confusion, uncertainty, and a growing feeling that seemed to draw them even closer. Arms tightened and their lips touched.

Even thirty years later, neither one could say who started the kiss. But once it started, once the first touch of cool lips to cool lips took place, it immediately became passionate. Both girls strained against each other, their mouths open and tongues feverishly exploring. Pam's hand fell to Kim's breast and she felt the already hard nipple stiffen under her fingers. Kim reached down Pam's back and her fingertips slid under the elastic waistband of the taller girl's shorts and touched the swell of the firm butt there.

Pam was practically crawling on top of Kim when the sudden slamming of a door and a loud bellow startled them. They sprang apart as though pulled by wires, only to sag in relief as they realized the sounds were coming from the next car over.

"That's Jo Williams," whispered Pam, as though she was afraid she would draw the attention of the big raw-boned senior to them. "She must be looking for a freshman."

"Well, tell her there aren't any in here," laughed Kim, her voice a bit unsteady as she attempted to be nonchalant.

Together they watched as the towering female opened one car door after another, peering inside until she found one that seemed to suit her and climbed in along with her sidekick Ashlie. The interior light of the target car showed two young guys, undoubtedly freshmen, their faces showing their dilemma. They were about to get laid, but the two women climbing in had the reputation for leaving their semi-willing lovers barely able to walk.

When the doors had closed, Pam and Kim looked back at each other. This time, their eyes refused to meet. There was an awkward silence that seemed to stretch for hours before Pam finally broke it.

"I guess we should get back to campus."

"I guess so."

The ride back was quiet. One or the other would make a brief comment but then the conversation would lapse. After Pam parked the car they walked until the paths to their different dorms parted them. There were murmured goodbyes and nothing more.

The next week Kim moved into Pam's room as planned. The tenseness between them eased. Neither spoke of what had transpired that night in the car. Each one would have been surprised to learn that the other one continued to turn those events over and over in her mind, wondering what might have happened had they not been interrupted. Neither one could forget the touch of the other's hands, the taste of the other's lips. But uncertain for the first time in their friendship, they observed an unspoken agreement not to talk about it.

Eventually they relaxed enough to slip back into their old ways. Dating, study, school activities busied them and held their attention. They confided completely in each other on everything. Everything but that one eveing.

That went on until Fate intervened another night. Kim had dropped by Pam's theatre workshop and had ended up staying, intrigued by the set they were building and how it was done. Neither had books, so when the unexpected storm caught them in the open nothing got wet except them. They were soaked all the way to the bone.

Pam burst into their room, with Kim right behind. Both began shedding wet clothes the moment the door closed behind them. Shoes, jeans, shirts and underwear went by the board. Pam dived into the bathroom and came out with a handful of towels. As she tried to wrap one around herself she looked over at Kim and saw her friend shiver. Forgetting her own towel, she dashed to her roommate and draped her in the biggest, fluffiest towel in the bunch and began to rub her down.

Gradually Kim stopped shivering. Pam's hands slowed, but never stopped. Kim shivered again, but this time not from the damp. Kim stood stock still, her eyes fixed on the picture on the far wall without really seeing it. Her heart almost stopped as the towel fell to her feet. Pam's hands barely touched her sides and she felt the other girl's breath on the back of her neck. For a long moment neither of them moved. They both knew that they had been leading up to this since the day they had met. The night in the car had led them on, whetted their appetite, made it known to both of them that this time was coming. They hung on the edge, savoring the building excitement for as long as possible.

Then Pam's fingers stole around Kim's waist until her hands slowly caressed the firm, flat tummy. Two hard points touched Kim's back, announcing the arrival of the brunette's breasts. Then it seemed, that in a sudden rush, Pam's body molded itself to Kim. Hands rose to cup and stroke small breasts. A tongue ran from the far edge of Kim's shoulder up along her neck and then up to a waiting ear.

"Oh God Kim," Pam gasped, her breath hot in the porches of Kim's ear. "I can't believe how much I want you."

Kim leaned back against her roommate's body. Her fingers curved and followed the lines of Pam's hips and wandered down to the long muscular legs she had been thinking about for weeks. She rubbed her bottom on Pam, gently grinding her ass in little circles against the dampness she felt already seeping from between her roomie's legs.

She turned her head and lifted it, endeavoring to capture Pam's mouth with hers. Their lips brushed over each other and Pam's fingers began to tease her nipples with little pinches and rolls.

Kim moaned in return, "I can't believe how long its taken us to get here!" She twisted in the other girl's arms until she was facing her taller friend. "And I'm not waiting any longer for you." She locked her arms around Pam's neck and kissed her.

The kiss was a thing of fire, as wild and as passionate as either of them. Neither girl was subtle in their arousal. Hands clenched bottoms, fingers kneaded legs, breasts mashed together. Kim strained to maintain her lock on the taller girl. She stretched on her toes. Suddenly in one wild movement, her cheerleader trained body heaved and she wrapped her legs around Pam's waist.

The brown-haired athlete was staggered but kept her hold on Kim's body and continued to kiss her frantically. She stepped back the few paces needed to reach the nearest bed. Twisting, she fell forward, pinning her smaller lover under her as they tumbled to the neatly made up bed, scattering the covers as the two girls rolled back and forth.

Pam all but smothered Kim under her in her excitement. Kim's hands kept Pam's mouth locked on hers as their tongues dancing wildly together. Pam pulled her knees under her, even as Kim refused to release her grip on her roomie's torso. Spread wide, Kim all but screamed into Pam's mouth as the other girl suddenly slammed her hips forward, driving her brown pussy into the black bush under her.

The kiss broke as Kim desperately managed to somehow muffle her cry of delight as her roommate continued to flail up and down against her, girl fucking her. Pam's eyes closed as her head lifted, the smile on her face twisted by the efforts of grinding herself against her friend. There was just enough space between their bodies for Pam's breasts to wobble back and forth against Kim's. The hard nipples scraped back and forth. Kim's ass was lifted in the air, her body rolled almost back on itself as Pam used her own body to pound harder and harder, mashing their two pussys together until each felt the wetness of the other flow between them.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkkkkkk," Pam cried out. 

"Oh fuck, indeed, yes, Pam, fuck me," Kim squealed as her roommate ground harder and harder against her. Inexperienced as they were in making love with another female, they knew their own bodies and what pleased themselves. Pam flung her hands up and out to brace herself on the headboard. Kim took the opportunity of Pam's shifting to raise her head and close her mouth on the other girl's breast.

Pam's eyes were open and staring at the wall above the headboard. The entire bed was shaking and squeaking as her own efforts, aided and abetted by Kim, pushed her nearer and nearer to the edge. A squishing sound came to her ears and she realized it was coming from the two coeds soaking wet pussies rubbing back and forth on each other. Kim was sucking her breast as though she was trying to swallow the entire orb. 

Kim's heels began to drum on Pam's back as the lithe Canadian girl pushed herself up. Coupled with the squeeze the cheerleader's firm legs gave it was enough to send Pam tumbling over the edge. Her head rose and she gave several more forceful punches with her hips before she flooded her roommate with her juices and collapsed. Kim followed suit, slumping to the bed and releasing her grip on Pam.

The two girls squirmed until they were settled in each others arms. Pam being taller, it just seemed right for Kim to pillow her head on her friend's shoulder. Arms slipped around each other and contented sighs filled the room.

For a long time, neither girl moved, nor spoke. Then Kim twisted her head to look up at Pam.

"That was amazing."

Pam brushed the dark hair away from her friend's face and smiled. "It was, wasn't it?"

"Do you, do you think this means we're lesbians?" Kim inquired. She sounded a bit hesitant but not terribly upset.

"I don't think so," replied Pam thoughtfully. "I still plan on my date with Robbie tomorrow night and if things go well I still plan on ending up in bed with him." She kissed Kim's forehead. "I think we've just added something new to what we already have."

"That was sort of my thoughts," admitted Kim. She grinned and Pam's eyes opened wide as the cheerleader slid her hand down between them, her fingers brushing over the runner's wet curls. "However I also have plans that will include you and me and this bed on a pretty regular basis. And who knows who else in this dorm we might add?"

Pam grinned, her own hand moving down Kim's back to touch the firm butt. "I don't know, yet. But I'm sure we'll find out."

(The End)



Roomies: Catching Kim



Pam McGuire covered her mouth as she yawned. Golly, she was tired. Although few who casually knew the brunette coed and her roommate Kim McCall would have believed it, she wasn't tired from partying the night before. Instead, she and Kim had stayed up late studying, something they actually did far more often than they were credited. Kim had a particularly hard advanced Calculus exam today and Pam had faced a major Political Science test. So they had hit the textbooks instead of the fraternity houses.

This afternoon they had also faced their other school activities. Pam had a track team meeting and a short work out period. Kim and the cheerleading squad were scheduled to practice a recently learned routine. They had agreed after all that "nose to the grindstone" stuff they deserved to go out for beer and pizza tonight, regardless of the calories consumed. They figured they deserved it.

However, a nap was definitely the first thing on Pam's mind. She checked her watch. It was about four, giving her a couple of hours before needing to get ready for the night's planned fun. She and Kim had agreed on that, so before she went into their dorm room she paused and pried her shoes off before gently testing the door knob.

It was unlocked, the way they usually left it. Dorm theft wasn't much of a problem in this year of 1967. The worst that usually happened was a raid on stashed cookies from home. Everyone on this floor was pretty well acquainted and could be counted on to turn a blind eye to the smuggling of a boyfriend to a room. Not that she expected it, but the discreet sign that she and Kim each left to tell the other that they were busy with a guest was not present. So all Pam had to worry about was waking her friend. 

Or so she thought. When she quietly slipped through the door, closing it carefully behind her, she discovered that Kim was indeed in bed, alone, but not asleep. Indeed, Pam could tell that her best friend and sometimes lover was wide awake, although her eyes were closed.

Kim had kicked the covers off and lay nude on the bed the two girls often shared. Her knees were bent and splayed to either side, the soles of her feet drawn up and touching. One hand was between her legs, cupping her mound. Through the damp black curls, Pam could see Kim's index finger had disappeared inside of herself. 

The girl on the bed pumped her hand, slowly at first, then faster. Her hips squirmed and she let out a slight gasp as she added her middle finger into her pussy. The other hand wandered back and forth over the small, firm breasts, first brushing the hard nipples and then pausing to flick each one back and forth in turn.

Pam flexed her knees, quietly setting her gym bag on the floor. She leaned back against the door frame, her eyes locked on her friend. She had showered after her workout and was wearing nothing more than her team shorts and a tight little top with the bottom cut off, exposing her flat stomach. Neither proved any kind of barrier to the brunette's questing fingers.

Curling fingers hooked under abbreviated shorts, pulling them up and giving Pam full access to her pussy, already wet from watching Kim. Her nipples were already hard against her tight cotton top, allowing her to toy with them as she began to imitate the actions of her friend. She muffled a grunt as she slid two fingers up into her pussy and began to slowly pump them in and out of her. She pressed her palm against her breast, rubbing it around in big flat circles.

The black haired cheerleader punched up with her hips several times as she drove her fingers deeply. Then she slowed and pulled them from her pussy. Lifting her hand, she waved those fingers under her nose, inhaling their scent. She giggled, then slowly slid one, knuckle by knuckle, into her mouth. She sucked it, then added the other one. A dreamy smile crossed her face as though the taste of herself was nectar.

Kim surprised Pam again. Her hand crept back down her body and between her legs. Suddenly she slapped her pussy with a quick pop of her hand. Again, and then again she brought her palm sharply against herself. A moan of excitement came from her as her other hand squeezed her breast and her thumb and finger took the stiff nipple and pinched it.

Pam abandoned her slightly awkward position and plunged her hand down the front of her shorts, spreading her legs to give herself full access to her own soaking wet sex. Her clit was unhooded and throbbing even before the first touch. She couldn't believe Kim still had her eyes closed. Her roommate pressed her feet together and arched her back, opening her pussy completely to the quick little slaps she was delivering to herself.

"Oh, mmmm, God yes," Kim moaned. She lowered her head to lick her nipple as she lifted her firm little breast to her mouth. She slapped herself sharply, almost hard, once, twice, three times and then began to furiously rub her wide open slit. 

Pam's own hand was moving so fast between her own legs she imagined she could catch fire was it not for the flood of her juices already flowing from her. She pressed her soaked fingers against her clit, rolling and tapping and caressing it, even as she watched her sexy little roomie do the same thing to her hard pearl. The young athlete sagged against the door frame as the sight of her wildly masturbating friend made her own efforts at self-pleasure reach heights she had only dreamed of.

Kim began to thrash on the bed, rolling side to side. Her moans grew louder as her body arched into the air. Pam redoubled her own efforts, hoping to reach her peak at the same time as the other girl.

Just then, Kim's eyes opened. For a long moment they gazed on her friend without any recognition. Then they widened in surprise.

"Oh CRAP," Kim turned red. She tried to stop, or at least slow her hands down, but was so caught up in the rush of her on-coming wave she couldn't.

"For God's sake, Kim," gasped Pam. "Don't stop now." The brunette girl shoved her shorts down and her top up, exposing herself to her nude lover. "Do yourself, Kim. Please. Its so fucking hot. Make yourself cum and I'll cum with you."

All Kim could do was moan her agreement and match the blurring motion of her friend's fingers with her own. Nipples were pinched, open slits stroked and throbbing clits rubbed until first Kim and then Pam cried out in happiness as they brought themselves to orgasm.

As both girls breathing returned to near normal, Pam sagged in the doorway and Kim relaxed the position she had been in. They avoided looking at each other, remaining silent until finally Kim giggled.

"I can't believe you stood there and watched me!"

"What do you mean 'watched'?" Pam replied. "In case you didn't notice, and I suppose you could be forgiven if you didn't, I was trying to match you stroke for stroke." She blushed. "I really didn't mean to, I mean, I thought you were asleep and I wanted to be quiet, and then I SAW you and I couldn't stop." Realizing she was babbling, Pam took a deep breath, and then laughed.

"And for heaven's sake, you and I have been sleeping together since last school year. What I can't believe is that this is embarrassing me."

"Yes, well, I was embarrassed too," Kim noted. "But mostly you almost gave me a heart attack when I opened my eyes and saw you standing there."

"Teach you to keep those pretty eyes open." Thoughtfully, "I don't recall you closing your eyes when we're making love, by the way."

Kim sat up, making no attempt to pull the sheet up around her. "What? Now you're taking notes? " Another giggle followed. "Maybe you're making a dossier?"

Pam shook her head, pulled her shorts up and her top down, then walked to the bed, "Not a bad idea. But for now would you please move over. If we're going out tonight we need that nap I thought you were taking. There's a really cute guy from the men's track team who wants to ask you out. Since he's petrified at the thought of being turned down, you need to casually bump into him tonight at the frat party we're invited to attend."

The two coeds snuggled together. Kim pulled the sheet up over the pair of them.

"Okay, one hour then," yawned Pam.

"I can't understand how you can always wake up when you tell yourself."

"Me either."

As the young women drifted off, Pam wrapped an arm around Kim and murmured "Some time we're going to do this again."

"Next time I get to watch you first," said Kim before they both nodded off. 



Roomies Ch. 01



Most people don’t believe me when I say it, but when I posted that notice seeking a roommate, the last thing on my mind was the possibility that a guy would answer. I mean, this is the South; gentlemen don’t room with ladies, that’s just the way it is. And besides, would any guy be so desperate and stupid as to think that a girl with half a brain wouldn’t see right away that he wasn’t looking for a roommate, but a fuck buddy? 

Still, on Saturday, while lounging around the house, I got the call: 

"Hello." 

"Uh, hi. I’m calling about the roommate ad on the bookstore bulletin board?" 

I was taken aback, to say the least. The voice was the yet unripened thrum of a young man. 

"You did see my name at the bottom of the ad? Melissa Sterling?" I said, getting right to the point. 

"I saw it." 

"Yeah, well...I’d be your roommate. You know, a girl." 

There was a pause, and I was sure he must be about to hang up in embarrassment and disgrace, like all the other fleshmonger guys out there. Chalk up another win for Melissa! Another one bites the dust! But then: 

"Well that’s not your fault," came the quip. His voice became lighter, and he chuckled. 

"You’re hilarious," I returned, "but this roommate position is for a female only. Sorry." 

"All I’m asking for is a shot. Guys gotta have a place to live the same as girls, right?" 

"Yes, well sure," I said, sighing. "If you wanna come interview for it, you can, but you’d better be the best goddamn roommate I’ve ever seen. And by the way, I’m not a very attractive girl, I hope you can live with me." 

"No offense, Miss Sterling," he said, "but I’m not the least bit interested in anything but your living space." 

I did take offense to that. Just what kind of guy goes around not being interested in beautiful girls? Just seconds before, I had been berating men for their lusty natures, and now I was lamenting this one’s absence of lust! I smiled at my absurdity. 

"So come on over. Do you know the address?" 

"Yeah. Be right there." 

And he wasn’t lying. He was at the door before I’d gotten showered and dressed. I heard his knock as I was frantically trying to get my jeans on and tidy up the place. Eventually, remembering that this guy didn’t have a chance in hell to be my roomie, I buttoned my jeans, tossed my damp auburn hair over my shoulder and opened the door. 

Sunglasses. That was the first thing I noticed, the way his mirrorshade sunglasses fit so snug against his high cheekbones, and how his square jaw oozed confidence. His rich, dark black hair was gelled to look prickly. He wore a red muscle shirt, which conformed perfectly around his broad chest and lean torso. His jeans fell in creases and folds down his long, lean legs. I had to admit, if I was going to share a place with a male, this one would be my pick. 

"Hi," he said, "Melissa, right?" I noticed a slight wrinkle at one corner of his mouth, and I guessed the cause of his masked delight. I’d lied to him about my appearance. I was a buxom, fit, attractive nineteen-year-old college cutie, and he’d noticed. I smiled inwardly. 

"Yup," I returned. He held out his hand for a handshake, and I took it. His grip was strong, but gentle. It gave me the feeling he could crush my hand to pulp in an instant, but instead he held it lightly, as one might hold a fragile egg. 

"C’mon in," I said, turning with false nonchalance. I led him into the spare bedroom of the house. It was Daddy’s house, one he had gotten sick of renting to college students, so, to save money on a dorm for me, he allowed me to live there. And because I was such a daddy’s girl, he also said I could rent out the guest bedroom and keep the money, as long as I did all the landlording myself. It was a pretty sweet deal, three hundred dollars a month was a lot of money for a ninteen-year-old girl such as I was. Still, I knew daddy would be very much against my having a man in the guest bedroom. But then, he never specifically said I couldn’t! 

I interviewed the young man for almost an hour. His name was Ryan, and he was originally from Iowa. The most surprising thing about him was that he was a physics major. Imagine that! This hunk of stud meat from Iowa was a fucking physics major! When I asked him how the hell that happened, he just grinned a sexy impish grin and said, "Well would you have thought a runty Jewish dropout would’ve come up with E=MC2? We physics types like to break the molds. Imagination, that’s what physics is all about." We talked for a long time about string theories and space-time and such, and somehow Ryan made me interested in physics. Me! The English major!! 

After the conversation, he stood up, towering over me as I lounged on the couch. 

"I’d better get going," he said. "Good to meet you, Melissa Sterling." He grinned that grin again, and headed for the door. 

"When can you move in?" I called after him. 

"See ya tomorrow," he said without missing a beat. He closed the door behind him. 

I sat daydreaming in the waning evening light. Somewhere in my mind, I was teaching that boy a lesson in "physical" science the likes of which he’d never seen. 

***

Ryan showed up with his check the afternoon of the next day. He paid two months rent in full, and signed the rental agreement that he would also pay half the utilities. After only a week of moving, during which I much enjoyed watching his college boy friends grunting and heaving furniture every evening after classes, Ryan was settled. I had money in my pocket, and a polite, intelligent, and responsible roommate. Life was good. 

And so it went for several weeks. We drew boundaries, Ryan and I. He insisted that I NEVER enter his bedroom nor even take a peek inside without asking first. I was fine with that. And we scheduled "bath times" at opposite ends of the day, so that neither of us had to awkwardly pass the other in our bathtowels at the bathroom door. Ryan was clean and neat, considerate, and a wonderful roommate in general. 

It was in October when everything changed. Angie, my best girlfriend ever since we were little kids, came over to watch Seinfeld, as had become ritual for us. Angie is an Autumn all the way, with beautiful brown hair and tan skin. Her eyes are rich mocha, and her face and body betray that she has more than a little sprinkling of Latina heritage. Her body is long and lean; every part of her, from her arms to her legs, to the drooping folds of her pussy is long and slender. She and I look different as night and day. My skin is very fair, turning especially pale in the cold months. My hair is a lighter brown, though I color it darker. My eyes are a plainer shade of earth tone than Angie’s, but my breasts, my most prominent feature, and the one I am most proud of, are considerably larger than hers. "Veiny Tits" she called me, though they weren’t. They were surprisingly firm, thanks to an old trick my mom, whose genes carried these babies down through the generations to me, taught me about using firming lotion and very very tight brasierres. 

"Hey, that roommate of yours is screwin’ around outside," Angie said, as we lay sprawled over one another on the soft couch. Our wrestling matches for control of the remote were legendary. 

"He’s ‘stargazing,’" I said, not caring. I’d lusted after Ryan plenty of times here at the window of the den. 

"Mmm mm," Angie said, slinking catlike over to the glass. "He’s cute. Have you fucked him yet?" 

"Geez Angie," I said, shaking my head. "I don’t fuck every cute guy who comes down the pike!" 

"I bet you’d love to go down that pike, liar," she giggled. Ryan must have heard her, because he stood up from looking into the eyepiece of his telescope and turned toward the window. He offered a friendly wave to Angie, as he always did. 

"Maybe I’ll fuck him then," Angie said, letting the middle finger of her right hand extend. She stood there in the window, flipping off a surprised Ryan. 

"Get away from the window, and stop bothering him!" I cried, but was ignored. Angie let her extended middle finger relax, then promptly placed it between her lips and sucked languidly on it. Ryan stared like a deer in headlights for a moment or two. Then he smiled, and turned back to look into the eyepiece. 

That was a mistake. Angie was a sweet girl, but never one to take rejection lightly. In fact, her temper was more than a temper; it was a phenomenon. 

"Mother fucker!" she shrieked, pounding on the glass of the window. Ryan didn’t respond, just stayed crouched in the grass of the backyard, peering into the drawing twilight. 

"Serves you right!" I chortled. "See? He’s not interested. Ryan can get a lot better pussy than that slop in your pants, so get back over here and watch tv!" I couldn’t help it. Every time Angie got worked up, I had to pour oil on the fire. Rage was an addiction for her, but watching her rage was an addiction for me! 

Besides, she stormed out of the den toward the back door with such ferocity that I couldn’t have calmed her if I tried. She burst out of the doorway and into the backyard, emerging like an autumn thunderstorm from the porch. 

Ryan looked up this time, having heard the crash of the slamming door. He flinched only for a second as he saw Angie approaching. Angie said nothing, but came to a stop just a few feet away from him, standing over his crouching form with a look on her face that would have killed a lesser man. 

I stood in the doorway, impotently watching the storm. I couldn’t tell what Angie was doing, but from where I was it seemed she was picking at her blouse. Then, to the surprise of both Ryan and me, she shrugged out of her unbuttoned blouse and let it fall to the grass. I could see her bare back, the dark creamy canvas of skin broken only by a thin bra strap. 

Ryan’s mouth was agape. So was mine. Everyone stood speechless, motionless, for several long seconds. 

"Oh my god Angie!" I laughed suddenly, leaning forward into a hearty giggle. 

Ryan recovered. He stood, his eyes fixed firmly on Angie’s eyes, rather than her barely-covered breasts. That had to make her all the more pissed off. He seized her by the waist, pulled her lithe torso against his and, with a screwdriver he’d been using to adjust the telescope, he popped the strap of her bra clean off. Now the only thing between the night air and Angie’s perky breasts was the cloth of Ryan’s muscle shirt. 

Angie had clearly lost the upper hand, as often happens when her rage takes her reason. It was her turn to stare dumbly into Ryan’s eyes. But he loosened his grip on her and leaned down. Angie’s body came away from his, her tits now fully exposed. Ryan took one in his hand and placed his lips over the hardening brown nipple. Angie slouched against him, her jaw slack and her eyes closed, obviously enjoying the mixed sensations of the cool air, a strong arm around her waist, and Ryan’s eager mouth suckling at her breasts. I was insanely jealous. 

The laughter caught in my throat. I turned and went back inside, where I sat fuming on the couch, flipping through the channels. I wasn’t sure why I was so angry. I mean, hadn’t I told Angie a million times that I wasn’t the least bit interested in fucking my roommate? Hadn’t I denied every playful accusation she’d made about hanky panky between Ryan and me? Why did I care that they were out there fucking in the moonlight, and I was in here watching sitcom reruns! Somehow, it drove me crazy. 

To be continued...



Roomies Ch. 01



Erin tried not to feel too nervous as she undressed for the night... she was a pretty eighteen year old, rather innocent in the ways of life, who just happened to have a lesbian for a roommate. Sure, Shannon was nice and all, but she made no bones that she was supremely confident in who she was and what she liked. Flirting subtly with Erin, Shannon had tried to make her new roomie feel at home with her sexuality, but Erin was still having some reservations.

A lot of her reservations came from the fact that a lot of people had called Erin a lesbian in high school and she'd been rather ostracized because of it. In her small mid-western town it wasn't considered acceptable to be a homosexual or be linked in any way to one. Some mean-spirited girl had claimed that Erin had been eyeing her in the locker room and it spread like wild-fire that Erin Zanes was a hardcore lesbian. From that moment on only her best friend Georgia had stuck by her, the rest of the girls in school avoided her - although a lot of the guys seemed to like talking to her. She quickly found out that was because they thought it would be a coup to bang a proclaimed lesbian. 

Because of her problems in high school she'd become rather introverted, and the extroverted, confident and highly sexual lesbian roomie that she had was something of a shock to her system. Shannon came from right outside DC, talked constantly about her friends there - which seemed to be comprised of both homo and heterosexuals to Erin's shock - and made no bones that she thought Erin was a cutie. Of course, she reassured her roomie that there was no fear for any funny stuff, she just wasn't that kind of person. 

Privately, Erin rather admired Shannon; she didn't think she could ever hold herself with that kind of confidence. She also envied her... within her first hour of being there Shannon had half the guys and girls on their floor coming by the room to talk to her - she'd already been to their rooms to introduce herself. Thoughtfully she introduced Erin to all of them, but Erin was having trouble actually talking to any of these new people, it was all just really overwhelming. Shannon's bubbly personality made Erin rather awed. 

Erin was also very shy around guys... she'd never had a boyfriend because she was never sure whether they were just talking to her because they thought she was a lesbian or because they actually liked her. Really, she wasn't even sure whether or not she was a lesbian... sometimes she wondered. After all, everyone in school had seemed so sure, and there were times when she thought that other girls were really attractive... but did that make her a lesbian? Having Shannon for a roommate was bringing up a lot of old questions that she'd been sure she'd buried.

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Their first weekend their Shannon came by the room with another girl; her name was Robin and she was very sweet, but Erin was surprised to feel a little flash of jealousy. She and Shannon had been getting on very well all week, and she'd even started to get used to having Shannon flirt with her. With Robin sitting there on Shannon's lap, all of that stopped. It didn't help that Robin slept over that night either... although she was sure that the girls weren't doing anything really clandestine with her in the room, she did see them kissing out of the corner of her eye while she was on the computer.

She wondered what it would be like to kiss another girl. In high school she'd kissed two guys... both during Truth Or Dare at a party, but still. At least she'd been kissed, but she'd never even considered trying to kiss another girl. That kind of behavior would be more than out of bounds... but now she wondered. Especially what it would be like to kiss Shannon whom she was becoming pretty close to. 

Sometime after she got into bed, Robin and Shannon went off to the showers... which Erin thought must mean that they were going to fool around where they could have a little more privacy. It was late, almost no one would be around in the bathroom. Tossing in her bed, she could almost see them in the shower... naked with their soft skin glistening, kissing and caressing... uncomfortably she examined her feelings about this. Not jealousy anymore, but something much more disturbing, she was a little excited by picturing this. Even more so when she wondered what it would be like for HER to take a shower with Shannon... picturing her naked was no problem, she'd accidently walked in while Shannon was changing the other day. 

When Robin and Shannon got back from the shower they kissed some more. Pretending to be asleep, Erin watched them through slitted eyes. She couldn't tell if they were wearing clothes or not... eventually Robin got out of bed and left, they were just wearing bra's and panties. Muffling a sigh, she watched as Shannon got back into bed. Then she spent more time tossing, her closed eyes burning with the image of two girls kissing...

That night she dreamed. She dreamed that Shannon got out of her bed, and now she was completely naked. Walking across the room, Shannon slid into Erin's bed, and Erin froze.

"It's ok," whispered Shannon, "I just want to kiss you."

Before Erin could even protest, Shannon's soft lips were on hers... sweetly and gently pressing down onto Erin's mouth, her tongue sliding slyly between her lips. She sighed into Shannon's kiss, feeling her roommate's nude body pressing against hers... and she suddenly realized that she was naked too, their bare skin was touching. Bare breasts rubbed together, nipples pressing into each other and Shannon's hand went around her back, sliding fingers over her bare shoulders and down her back. Goose bumps went up on her arms as Shannon's hand glided over her ass, caressing it as the kiss deepened.

Shannon's hand slid back up her back and then to the front of her shoulder, pressing her back against the bed so that she was on her back. Then her hand began to slide down Erin's front, and her breath caught as Shannon cupped breast, thumbing her nipple and making it hard.

With a gasp Erin woke up, finding her own hand under her shirt, caressing her breast. She realized that she was incredibly wet, but she didn't think she had the courage to masturbate while Shannon was sleeping only mere feet away from her. Especially after the brazen and confusing dream she had just had.

Did it mean that she was attracted to Shannon? Did she really like girls? Or was it just brought on by Shannon and Robin's minor activities tonight? 

Confused, she huddled in the sheets... her pussy was burning with arousal. It took awhile before she managed to slip back into an uneasy sleep. 



Roomies Ch. 01



I've been working on this series for awhile now, and figured I was finally far enough along to submit some of it and see what kind of response I get. PLEASE, if you like what you are reading, VOTE and COMMENT! I love feedback and thrive on your votes to tell me if you like it!



Lesli was ecstatic: She was finally here, in her dorm room, ready to start her freshman year of college! What a relief to finally get away from home, away from her mom and step dad, and be able to do all the things she wanted to do. For her, college was going to be her chance to see and try as many new experiences as she could.

As she unpacked, she realized she was the first to arrive, and she wondered who she would get for roommates. She didn't have to wait long as soon the door opened and in walked one of the most beautiful girls Lesli had ever seen.

"Hey, I'm Audra," the girl said with a hint of a southern drawl. What a beautiful name for such a beautiful creature, thought Lesli. She smiled as she walked over to hug Audra, and said hello. As she walked back to her bed, she kept stealing glances at Audra. At 5'4" Audra's small frame seemed flawless, with perky breasts and a firm ass that ready to burst out of the short-sleeve tight pink t-shirt and denim mini-skirt she was wearing. She had the start of a sexy tan that went from her strawberry-blond hair down to her perfectly painted toes in her sandals. Lesli wondered if she even has tan lines, but pushed her thoughts aside to focus on unpacking, at least for now. Lesli decided she would start her experimentation with Audra at the first opportunity.

Now, Lesli was no slouch for looks either, and she figured she had a lot to offer a guy or girl in a relationship. Her soft light brown curls hung loosely to just over her shoulders, framing her cute round face. She was by no means a chubby girl, but had definite curves on her 140 lb, 5'7" body. She kept her long legs shaved as smooth as her pussy, and worked out regularly to keep just a hint of tone to her abs and give her a little extra support to her full tits. 

Lesli set up her portable stereo and turned on some Top 40 radio station, and the two girls went about setting up their dorm room. Their reverie was shattered by the door crashing open as a tall, muscular guy walked in.

"Is this room 323?" he asked. "Good," he said, not waiting for an answer, "because I'm Bryan, your new roommate." Bryan was 6'2", about 200 lbs, with muscles built like a football player. Lesli had heard it was a co-ed dorm, but she never realized the rooms were, too. Audra immediately introduced herself, but Bryan seemed unaffected by her obvious flirting. The reason why walked in moments later.

Tara was of average build, with jet black hair and penetrating sky blue eyes, but it was her attitude that stood out. She had an air of self-possession that showed all the confidence in the world by the look on her face. Her petite breasts were tastefully covered by a Ramones t-shirt with a plunging neckline that showed a hint of the swell of her chest. Decked out in piercings and plaid, she knew her controversial look would only polarize people's opinion of her. All of this belied her young age, evidenced by her transcripts which showed that this 5'5", 17 year old girl maintained a 4.93 GPA in all honors classes in high school.

Tara strolled in, glanced at Lesli and Audra, and proceeded to tell Bryan that it would be easier if they moved their beds beside each other, making it quite apparent that they were together. The plot thickens, thought Lesli.

As the afternoon unfolded, each of the roomies made sure they had their own little space in order. Lesli, a fairly street-smart 18 year old, had a very Spartan feel to her area, with everything being utilitarian in nature. Her one splurge was a picture on her nightstand of her with three other girls, with "My Girls" carved into the wooden frame.

Tara and Bryan took a more "pile organization" approach. They kept stuff in various boxes or drawers and somehow it all made sense to them. Bryan had several sports trophies on a shelf above their computer desk, and Tara finished off their half of the suite with posters on the walls of concerts she'd been to and music bands she liked.

And then there was sweet little Audra, who was from north Florida, born the only daughter to a wealthy family, and was the apple of her daddy's eye. This led to her having a serious "princess" complex, and she tended to act childish and spoiled most of the time even though she was now 20.

Lesli couldn't help herself though. Bryan was cute, and Tara was downright sexy, but they were obviously into each other. That meant Audra was her first choice for companionship, and maybe more. It looked like this semester was going to be, well, rather stimulating. 

Lesli wasted no time in making her first move on Audra. The "Couple", as she and Audra referred to Bryan and Tara, had gone out to the movies, probably to engage in some ardent union of their half-naked bodies in the back of the theater. Just the thought made Lesli horny, and she barely waited five minutes after they left to hop in the shower and then finger herself into orgasmic oblivion. The private co-ed dorms just outside the campus may have been twice as expensive for room and board, but could you really put a price on having a semi-private bathroom?

As she walked out of the bathroom, wrapped only in her towels, she found Audra working on her laptop on her bed. What a great opportunity to start pushing her way into Audra's pants! Lesli strolled to her corner of the room, drying her hair with her small towel. She began to methodically lower her towel from her body, acting as nonchalant as possible. She knew people perceived her as a cool customer, but inside she was excited and scared all at the same time. As the towel hit the floor, she grabbed a pair of bikini panties and slid them up her long shapely legs. Knowing exactly how she looked right now, she decided to strike up a conversation with her roomie.

"So what classes are you taking this semester?" she asked while reaching up to the shelf in her closet, her topless form stretching out to accentuate every supple curve on her body.

Audra was a culinary arts major, but since she had always had a full wait staff at her parent's renovated plantation house, cooking was as challenging to her as quantum mechanics. It also didn't help that she started a year later than everyone else in her graduating class, so she was now a 20 year old sophomore. Currently she was engrossed in a recipe webpage, and a concurrent study of a measurements page to give her a clue as to the mythical quantity of a pinch, a dash, or a hint of flavor. She didn't even offer a glance as she responded.

"I'll be studying cultural flavors this semester, and I really want to perfect my sweet honey Cajun flavor; it will be my distinction as a chef."

Lesli, noting the obvious lack of attention at her obvious lack of clothes, decided to push a little further. She slipped on a color-coordinated bra, and then plopped down on Audra's bed next to her. Distracted now, Audra finally took notice of Lesli's partially nude body, and Lesli thought she saw a glimmer, maybe of lust, in those eyes.

"So whatcha reading?"

"Recipes, trying to get ideas for class."

"Sounds fun. Is it hard?" Lesli rolled off the bed and sauntered slowly to the fridge in the corner.

When it's competing with that sexy body of yours, thought Audra. "Is what hard?"

"Being so creative in class. I'm a business major, so we are pretty boring and straightforward."

"Sometimes I guess," Audra replied, then muttered under her breath, "especially when all your great ideas are getting used up thinking about your hot roommate."

Lesli sat back down on the bed with a can of Diet Coke. "Whatdya say?" 



Roomies Ch. 02



The Autumn wind blew a chill across me, and I stirred from my angry reticence, noticing finally that I'd left the back door wide open. I flicked the television off and stood, listening, both expecting and dreading that I might hear the grunting and moaning of young lovemaking from the yard. But no such sound. All was silent. 

I crept toward the door, silent in my socks. I peered cautiously through the doorway and into the backyard. Ryan's telescope sat alone there. No sign of him or Angie. 

Then, there came a faint creaking sound, carried down the long carpeted hallway which led to Ryan's section of the house. I followed, intrigued now by any ghost of a sound that might explain where the two had gone. I followed the repeating sound right up to the closed wooden door of Ryan's bedroom. 

I paused, tensing my body into motionless silence as I put my ear to the door. For a moment, I heard nothing. Then, as before, I heard the short, crisp creaking sound, followed by a gasping sound that could only have come from a human. Then another creak, followed by a muffled scream. 

What the hell was going on in there? My brain knew right away, but my body was so swimming with hormones that all my logic was awash. Abandoning without a thought the pact I'd made with Ryan to never, ever enter his bedroom unasked, I turned the brass knob slowly, pushed the door open just a bit, and let one eye peer inside. 

There they were, Angie lying on her belly on Ryan's bed, bare-ass naked, her slender behind upturned to receive the thrusts Ryan was giving her. He was naked too, and my eyes were treated to a feast of creasing muscle and sweaty sinew as he shoved his long cock, slick with Angie's passion, deep into my best friend's naked cunt. His hands had her ribcage locked in an iron grip, which he used to steady her against the force of his blows. Their clothes were strewn all over the floor of the room, and I could swear a great many of the articles seemed to have been shredded. 

I heard the creaking sound again, its source the bed, which by now was squeaking and groaning beneath the energetic fucking. As for the two, Ryan released a soft grunt with each thrust, and Angie wailed into his feather pillow. They were locked in a genuine, knock-down, drag-out grudge fuck, and it was spectacular to witness the shameless carnality of it. 

My heart was pounding in my chest, to the rhythm, it seemed, of Ryan's pounding of Angie's slick, wet pussy. They took no notice of me as I pushed the door completely open and strode into the room. I was behind and to the left of both of them, so I was able to approach stealthily. I stopped about four feet away from the edge of the bed. 

Angie raised her head from the pillow suddenly, as Ryan shifted position, driving his cudgel into her at a steep downward angle. 

"Oh...my...fucking...god..." she shrieked, spitting out each word separately on Ryan's downstrokes. 

"Oh...shit...fuck...me...you...fuck...ing....cock...sucker!" Cursewords were spewing from her deceptively pretty face, made even prettier by the pure ecstasy it betrayed. 

I was dumbfounded. Out of all the things Angie had ever railed about, and there had been a great many since I'd known her, one of her favorite was the subject of sexual positions: "I would NEVER let one of those sweaty gorillas on top of me!" she would declare. "I always get to be on top; it's a woman's right not to be beat into the mattress just for some guy's pleasure!" 

And here she was with a "sweaty gorilla" right on top of her, her principle apparently abandoned. I'd have laughed if I'd had my wits about me. Instead, I reached out, leaned over, and let the palm of my hand come to rest on Ryan's shoulder. The broad cap of his shoulder was the perfect mixture of hard muscle beneath soft skin. 

He turned to me, and our eyes met. He kept fucking his prize as we locked gazes. To this day, I haven't understood exactly what prompted me to lean in and kiss him, but I did. I locked him in a passionate kiss, our tongues caressing one another. The kiss was almost broken several times from the jarring motion of his body as he pounded my young shrewish girlfriend into the sheets. 

Finally, he broke the kiss as Angie raised herself onto her elbows. From my vantage point, I could see her toes spread and her long calves tense. Her whole body followed suit, and as her orgasm washed over her, a stream of unintelligible, guttural moans streamed from her throat. Liquid poured from her hole, wetting the insides of her thighs and running in rivulets down to her knees. 

She wasn't human anymore, but some sort of writhing animal, lost in instinctual throes of passion. Ryan never lost a beat, ruthlessly fucking Angie's bruised and spasming pussy with a fervor and speed increased by her screams of delight. I marveled at my bird's-eye view of his beautiful slick cock sliding between the tan cheeks of my best friend's ass. 

Finally, after several long minutes, Angie's body relaxed and she let her head flop back onto the pillow. Ryan removed his shaft from inside her, and I could swear her pussy made a soft kissing sound as he did so. He sat kneeling on the bed, his body glistening with sweat from his effort. His newly freed cock stood completely erect, resting against his chiseled stomach. 

"I think we have a peeping tom," he panted, slapping Angie's outer thigh. This prompted her to look back, where she spotted me standing near the foot of the bed. 

"Holy shit Melissa," she scowled, though her voice was too weak to have any venom to it, "Were you watching us have sex?" 

Now that set me off. "Hey, I didn't come looking for you! I heard noises in here, and I thought..." 

My voice tapered, my indignity faltered; I really had no good excuse for being there. My eyes went to Ryan, upon whom the real breach of etiquette had been performed. I searched the deep pools of his eyes for some sign of disappointment, scorn, or anger. There was none. Instead, I saw in them a great hunger, too hungry to be satisfied only with Angie. I felt his gaze drifting over my body, as if he had x-ray vision and was seeing me completely naked. 

"Sorry," I said, a rare thing for me to say. "I just...want you all to myself I guess." 

Ryan chuckled. "We're just roommates, Melissa. Remember you said so? How can you be jealous of me being with a girl?" 

I padded over to the bed and knelt down, my face coming level with Angie's. She rested her cheek against the pillow, and her long brown hair was matted to her face with sweat. Her eyes were hard and she frowned at me. I kept my face serious, never flinching from her razor glare. 

"I wasn't talking about you, Rye," I said. "I want you, Angie, all to myself." 

A shocked expression began to flow across Angie's face; and Ryan's too, I imagined, though I kept my eyes locked with Angie's. I reached out, caressing her cheek with my palm, sweeping the soaked strands of hair from her eyes. 

Here was my best friend; no, more. Here was my soul-mate, a true soul-mate; not in the romantic sense that women blab about on soap operas. I'd grown up with Angie, shared the joys and hardships of becoming a woman with her. I let her ride my bike when she didn't have one. She taught me how to draw ninja turtles when I was sure I'd never be able to do it. When she had family problems, I ran away with her, and when I had them, she ran away with me. I was the yin, and she the yang: opposites, yet very much intertwined, and with a little piece of one another nestled in our souls. 

I said as much to her, without speaking, my gaze lost inside those rings of coffee brown. Understanding crept over her face, driving before it the scorn that had adorned it. The hard edges of her eyes softened, her lips relaxed into a calm smile; it was a beautiful sight to see, and I felt so empowered to have been the cause of it. I smiled with benevolent wickedness at this feeling of power over her. This must be why men are so possessive, I thought. To have total domination over a beautiful thing such as this. 

Ryan shifted, becoming uncomfortable with our ignorance of him. I smiled at him, stood up, and slipped easily out of my house clothes. I felt a rush of excitement as two sets of eyes stared at my nudity. My exposed breasts hung full and pale above my taut tummy. My watchers' faces betrayed their surprise at noticing my clean-shaven pussy, nestled happily between soft white thighs. 

I knelt on the bed, moving next to Ryan. "If I have to share her," I whispered, pressing my warm tits against his arm, "I'm glad it's with you, Rye." I took his earlobe in my lips and sucked it hard. He groaned, his unsatisfied cock pulsing against his abs. Angie rolled over onto her back to witness the exchange. She laughed at Ryan's undisguised, building lust. My lips came away from his lobe and I turned his head to look into my eyes. Just as I'd suspected, I saw the very same surrender reflected there as I had seen in Angie's. Right then, I resolved to nevermore be the quiet nexus around which the world fluttered, but instead the eye of the storm, calm and assured still, but with the whole of the winds and the direction of the storm at my command. 

I laid my hand against his broad chest and pushed him backward. He stepped off the bed, my commanding gaze strong enough to move him where my arm strength was not. 

"Stand there," I said, "and watch." I crawled over to Angie, nestling my body against hers, sliding my thigh across her battered pussy. My heavy tits brushed lightly against hers as I supported myself on my elbows. I meant to lean down to kiss her, but instead she tilted upward, wrapped her arms around my bare back, and pulled me down into the most passionate kiss I'd ever received. 

We must have stayed that way for twenty or thirty minutes, locked in one another's embrace, years of inhibition and denial fleeing us. Then, I pulled myself up and straddled her torso, my moistening pussy coming to rest against her lean stomach. She reached up and pressed her hands into my breasts, kneading the soft flesh. I grinned down at her, took her hands in mine, and together we played with my tits, our fingers laced as they wandered. 

I heard a grunt from behind us, and turned to see Ryan jacking off in his isolation. His hand ran long strokes across his rock-hard cock, and the expression on his face was priceless. I rolled off of Angie, laying on my back beside her, and pointed to Ryan. Her eyes went from my tits to him, and she broke into a girlish giggle at the sight of him. His eyes were wide and his face incredulous at seeing two hot girls tumbling around together on his bed. This was what Angie had wanted to see in the first place. This is why she'd flipped him off, flashed him, and fucked him, just to see his male bravado broken. I had to admit, it was quite a sight. 

We giggled over him together, though he was lost in sexual pleasure and couldn't have cared less, his eyes wandering over our naked bodies as he masturbated. I looked over at Angie and found that she was looking back at me. 

"God, Angie," I said, softly. "I love you so much." 

A tear broke from the corner of her eye, a sight I hadn't seen since she was ten years old. "I..." she said, but I silenced her abruptly with a brief kiss. 

"I know," I said, caressing her cheek again. "I know you do." 

She shifted, rolling to place her body between my legs. She pressed her face against my tits and began to lick the soft skin of them, suckling at my little pink nipples as she passed. I arched my back, presenting my breasts as she pleasured them. I cooed as her hard nipples scratched against my stomach. 

"You always bragged about being able to cum from having your tits sucked," she said, looking up from between the mounds of my titties. "I bet you were shitting me, and I want to see for myself." A hard edge had crept back into her voice, but it was playful now instead of venomous. 

"I can, with the right partner," I shot back, mimicking her sarcasm. She grinned evilly, and my body tingled at the sight of her beautiful face framed by my naked breasts. 

Angie attacked my tits once again, sucking hard each time her lips came across my nipples. Where her tongue wasn't licking, her slender fingers were caressing. A couple of times, she bit lightly on my sensitive nipples causing me to whimper in pain and pleasure. Her ministrations on my boobs were sending shivers up and down my spine, causing my pussy to come alive with desire. I began to move my hips, mashing my pussy lips against Angie's stomach. I could see Ryan beyond, still jacking off furiously. I took the time to admire his muscular form in the lamplight. I could see he was close, could see the urgent need in his contorted features. 

I spread my legs wide, pressing the whole of my lower body into Angie. Her tummy was already slick with my juices as my hungering pussy slid against it. Ryan began to groan, stroking himself in earnest. I felt a heat rising from my pussy, to encompass my whole body. My body began to tremble as an orgasm took root in me. My tits jiggled against Angie's face as she struggled to keep me in her mouth until finally, I shrieked with unashamed delight as poon juice drizzled from my pussy and down between the cheeks of my ass, dripping finally onto Ryan's sheets. 

My ecstatic moaning was all Ryan needed. He gave his awesome cock one last long stroke and growled deep in his throat as a stream of dull white cum rocketed out of it. He came and came and came, spraying his seed all over Angie's ass, back, and into her hair. A couple of spurts made it onto my naked tits as he milked himself dry, then slumped back against the wall behind him, his cock still rigid and erect. 

"Who said you could cum on me, you cock sucker!" Angie wailed in mock rage. My hands went immediately to her bare back, massaging the pools of jizz into her soft skin. She returned the favor, and more, by lapping up those rogue splatters that were dripping down my tits. 

I urged her up to kiss me, and took the opportunity to massage the cum into her firm, slender ass. When the kiss finally broke, we smiled at one another, closer now than we had ever been. 

"I think he needs to learn patience," I said to her, my eyes glittering with mischief. "Look at him. Thinks we're finished with him." 

"They never learn," her eyes reflecting mine. "You haven't even gotten a good fucking yet." 

I laughed, rubbing noses with her. "Well, the night is still young!" 

To be continued...



Roomies Ch. 02



Erin still wondered about Shannon, but she and Robin seemed to have something going on. According to Shannon it wasn't a serious relationship - neither of them wanted to do that this early in the semester, but they were enjoying each other's company. Erin found that she was getting increasingly jealous of Robin who was over quite often and took Shannon's attention away. There were still times when Erin was also disturbingly turned on by the idea of doing... things... with Shannon, and she still had erotic dreams. None quite so explicit as the first night, everything was kind of hazy, but she knew what was going on in them.

About a month into the semester Shannon and Robin stopped dating, but then Shannon came home drunk one night with another girl. Erin didn't know the new girl's name, they weren't introduced, because she was pretending to be asleep in her bed when the two stumbled in. With Robin, Shannon had always been very respectful, she'd never gotten drunk and done anything that would ever make Erin uncomfortable...

Now that she was completely smashed, she and the other girl were kissing passionately and practically ripping the clothes off of each other's bodies. Erin felt very wrong watching them, but at the same time she couldn't really stop herself... it was just so hot to see them going at it, even though she felt both envious and jealous. Shannon moaned as the other girl sucked on her nipples, her own hands running over the girl's backside.

Slowly they moved back towards the bed, falling onto it and going under the covers. Erin was both relieved and disappointed... her own pussy was wet and her eyes were burning with the image of Shannon's passion-inflamed face and the way the other girl had been sucking on her nipples... but she had also been uncomfortable watching.

Now she had just her imagination as muffled moans and slurps came from the other bed. Thinking about Shannon's naked body and the two girls touching each other, just a few feet away... wriggling a little under her own sheets, she tried to stay quite but she could help sliding her fingers down to her heated pussy and stroking the folds. It wasn't as if they would notice, the smell of aroused pussy was already in the air, and her own was burning desperately with need. 

She was starting to believe that maybe she really was a lesbian... or at least bisexual, with the way her dreams and arousals went. Although she had met a few guys who'd seemed interested, she hadn't found she was so interested in any of them. Most of her interests revolved around her roommate... 

Pushing her fingers into her own pussy, she listened to the moans and wet sounds that were coming from the other bed, almost wishing that she could see exactly what was going on. Her mind filled with what she thought it might look like...

"Oh eat me... lick my pussy you little bitch..." Erin was shocked out of her reverie by Shannon's voice, berating the girl that was eating her, "Fucking lick it you little slut, oh yes... right there... such a good little whore..."

Erin had never heard Shannon talk like that before. It was so dirty and raw, and she felt a flush heat within her as she thought about Shannon calling her a little bitch, slut, whore... for some reason it really turned her on. She could just picture herself in that other girl's place, between Shannon's legs and licking her wet pussy... her tongue flicked out almost as though it could taste pussy on the air. Indeed, the air was thick with the smell and she could almost imagine what it would taste like. 

As Shannon continued to talk dirty, there were muffled moans and movements, and Erin realized that this was definitely not the back and forth attention that she'd always thought. She'd heard about things like BDSM in the past month, and she rather thought that maybe this was what it was like. Shannon was definitely showing herself to be the dominant person, right now it was all the other girl pleasuring her; and her verbal abuse of the girl never let up, but the licking and sucking sounds just got more and more frantic as it continued. Erin realized that her fingers were moving in conjunction with what was going on in the next bed, and that her pussy was starting to quiver with anticipation of her orgasm.

She came at almost the same time that Shannon did, hearing the loud moans and orgasmic cries of her roommate, she allowed herself to cum; knowing that the girls next to her wouldn't notice as they were caught up in their own activities. As her breathing slowed she quietly curled up, pulling her hand from her aching wet pussy and wondering what was going to happen next. There was some shifting under Shannon's sheets and then the other girl started moaning, short staccato moans as though something was pushing on her.

"That's it little bitch... cum for me, cum on my fingers you slut..." a muffled shriek that made Erin jerk, but Shannon didn't say anything so she didn't know what had happened. "You're going to cum all over my fingers when I tell you to... you like my fingers up your slutty pussy don't you?... ok little whore... cum, cum NOW." Her voice went loud and demanding on the last word, Erin quieted a gasp as her pussy surged in response. She didn't cum of course... but she felt that if she'd had her fingers in her pussy that she would have.

It was all over very quickly as the other girl shook and thrashed, moaning loudly as she came. Things soon quieted down in the other bed as the girl's arranged themselves. Erin watched, wide-eyed from her own bed even though there was nothing more to see. For quite awhile she stayed up, waiting, hoping... but nothing more. Slowly she drifted off, the smell of pussy still filling her nose.

That night, her hazy dreams were filled with demands, orders and Shannon. Confused dreams where she was used by Shannon, following her orders, doing the things that she told her to... several times in the middle of the night she woke up with her pussy burning. Wondering what it would be like to be on the receiving end of Shannon's fingers, what it would be like to have her own face and mouth buried in Shannon's muff.

She also felt very shaken... she couldn't possibly be thinking about all these things and NOT be a lesbian could she? Wondering what the people back home would think, what her parents would think, she felt very cold inside. It was one thing to have the rumors going around, but to actually have it confirmed? Surely people had just said it and not really believed it... her mind decided that she was going to try not to think about Shannon any more. At least not in that way. She had to try. 

But as she drifted off back to sleep, her dreams turned back to Shannon, sex and pussy... and the next morning when she woke up and the other girl wasn't even in Shannon's bed, she couldn't help but feel rather pleased. 



Roomies Ch. 02



This is chapter 2 in a series, one I have been working on for awhile. If you like what you are reading, please take the time to VOTE and COMMENT when you finish! I know that might be hard with the mess on your hands, but please show a struggling author some love!



Tara glanced over at Bryan as he drove his '97 Mustang Cobra to the movie theater by the mall. He's so cute, she thought, yet so clueless sometimes. She loved being with him; he was strong, well-muscled, and athletic, yet he could surprise her with moments where he was sensitive, even romantic. Some things came naturally to him; he could read a defense better than anyone, making him the best fullback in college football last season, and everyone felt he was on pace to do it again this year. 

Some things were not, and picking up social cues from her was most definitely not his forte. For example, she had brought up the idea of going to the movies as a pointer to tell him that she wanted to spend alone time together, but he saw it as a request for an informal meet and greet between her and his college buddies. He called them on their way out the door to dinner, before she could even say a word, and told the guys to all meet up at their favorite hot spot, the Milk Crate (a rather crude place with darts and pool tables which traditionally served a glass of milk to newly legal patrons on their 21st birthday).

Tara and Bryan had met in high school when he was a struggling senior, and she was a slightly less jaded junior who offered tutor time after school for $10/ hour, any subject. What started as paid study time soon took hold as a romantic relationship, and he started paying for study sessions with a steady supply of jock cock. This revelation at school led to a stream of criticism about their unlikely pairing, the dumb jock and his genius girlfriend, and thus began Tara's journey into the extreme. The hair dye and emo-kid clothes were not in rebellion of her parents (actually, her home life was great, and her parents supported anything that was good for her), but rather as a wake-up call to the social elite of her school: Like it or not, she had crossed the jock-nerd line, and found a great guy who loved her, and there was nothing they could say or do to change it. 

That being said, Bryan was still a football star, and when he left to take his full-ride scholarship at State, the distance and his new schedule had threatened everything Tara had fought so hard to keep. Throughout her senior year, she spent every other weekend driving up there to see him, and sleep with him, so he would be reminded of the tight little then-16 year old he had back home, and how she was better than any college freshman. Bryan loved not having to worry about a girlfriend at college, kept his grades up, and focused on playing ball; after all, what college guy could say no to a hot piece of high school ass who routinely gave him amazing sex? Now here she was, a freshman at his school (which was not in her top 5 schools, but she applied to State anyway just to be with him) and they could be together again like it was in high school. Tara just wished he would get it through his thick skull that she was doing all this for him for the past two years, and it would be nice if he would spend a little time spoiling her for a change.

"Are you ok?" Bryan broke into her thoughts as she stared out the window. "You seem really out there, like you took a real good hit to the head."

"No, I'm fine. I was just thinking about old times, and how I missed riding around with you."

"Aww, that's cool. I missed you, too. That seat's been pretty cold without your hot little ass to warm it."

"I see your college education hasn't improved your romantic poetry skills," she tossed the sarcasm with her trademarked half-cocked smirk, "but I love you, so I'll take what I can get. Speaking of which, how about I remind you of some old times, and get me some hot sausage as my appetizer before dinner?" Tara caressed the crease between his leg and groin, then deftly unzipped his jeans. Bryan shifted slightly to accommodate her, grinning ear to ear like a kid in a candy store.

Tara undid her seat belt and dove face first across the center console into Bryan's lap. As she undid the button on his boxers, she started nuzzling his rapidly stiffening tool against her face. His boxers now open, Tara took a second to admire her favorite sex toy. It now stood proudly between his legs, all 8 inches of penile perfection, and she softly wrapped her luscious lips around his smooth head, swirling her tongue around the tip. Bryan gave a little gasp, then relaxed as she held his cock delicately with her petite hand and began to steadily fuck him with her mouth. As she bobbed up and down on the top three inches, Tara rubbed up and down in equal speed and direction with her hand. A flashback struck her: how many times had she done this on the way to football games back in high school to "help relax" him before the game? The taste of his pre-cum brought her back to the moment, and she slurped at his head, savoring the flavor. God I love the taste of his cum, she thought, but then considered their plans for the evening. Bryan started grunting in the background as she formed a plan quickly in her mind.

A few strokes before he blew his load down her hot throat, she stopped, and sat back in her seat, a satisfied grin with a slight dribble of pre-cum on her lips.

"Hey, what the fuck?" Bryan glanced over at her. It had been almost a month since their last love-making session, so he was really looking forward to releasing some of his pent-up frustrations.

"Huh?" Tara replied innocently. "Oh yeah, well, I figured that if I have to share you with your friends for dinner, that I was gonna make sure I had your attention tonight. Trust me, I fully intend on being 'stuffed' by the end of the night." Again the half-cocked smirk. She stroked his now angry purple head with her soft little hand. "Now put him away, and I'll get him later when I'm ready." If he expects to show me off to his friends, then by all means, I'll give them one hell of a show; tonight they will all understand why he was turning down college bitches for me.



Roomies Ch. 02



It's my own fault really. Maybe I shouldn't have fucked Jenna up the ass like I had. I just couldn't help myself though. And, to be fair, she fucking loved it. That girl is a serious little anal slut.... And, it turns out we have that in common. 

A few days ago, my sister and I both sodomized each other. She had pissed me off, so I came home on Monday and shoved my cock up her ass. I had felt so dominant over her. I fell asleep that night dreaming of all the ways I was going to use my sister as my little fuck doll.

However, Jenna had other plans. She tied me up while I was sleeping and dominated me instead. And, I have to admit, she was better at it than I had been. She sat on my face, slapped me around, and eventually fucked my ass with a strap-on. Afterwards, I was shocked at how much I had enjoyed it. As she walked out of my room, she said, "Matt, let's get one thing straight. You're my bitch now."

And, I was. I was her perfect little sex slave. For nearly a week, I did everything that Jenna asked me to do. Jenna was delighted by this, of course. We barely left the apartment for the next few days because Jenna was constantly horny and needed to use me. I obeyed when she told me to eat her pussy. I obeyed when she told me to lick her thigh high boots. I obeyed when she wanted my cock. I obeyed when she told me to lick her ass. She was very fond of making me lick her ass. In fact, it was one of her favorite things to make me do. Sometimes she would have me lick her ass while she was just watching TV or something; just because she was bored.

I thought my sister was over-sexed before, but it turns out I had no idea. She constantly wanted it. And, she was into pretty much everything. Once, she started spanking me, and then ordered me to spank her too. A couple of times, she attached her strap-on to my face and told me to use it to fuck her. And, of course she often used the strap-on to fuck me.

I would never in a million years have let a girl fuck me with a dildo if it wasn't for that night that Jenna tied me up and forced me. She had been so rough, yet I had cum while she was fucking me, and the orgasm I got from that was incredible. It was different and very new to me, but I will admit that I was into it. It unleashed my submissive side. I had always been the dominant one in relationships, but I now had the urge to be submissive as well, and I was good at it.

Yes, I couldn't have been a better sex slave. Of course, that's what I needed Jenna to think. It's true, I actually was enjoying being submissive to her. I still got to fuck her, and I liked that very much. However, I still needed to be dominant sometime. I knew I couldn't be submissive forever. Jenna could be a cruel mistress. She would often bring me to the peak of orgasm and then stop, ordering me not to cum and never finishing me off. She got a thrill out of giving me blue balls. I got back at her by jizzing on her toothbrush and inside her pillowcase. But, that was nothing compared to what I had planned for the weekend. 

The idea had suddenly occurred to me on Wednesday. I had been Jenna's bitch for only two days at the time, but already desperately needed to find a way to get back at her. She was actually fucking me with her strap-on in front of an open window when the plan came to me. The first step was to drive out to a stud farm north of town and buy a horse aphrodisiac. They usually use them for stallions, but there is another one specifically for mares. I talked to someone who worked there to find out what would happen if a human were to take some. The way he described it was a sexual frenzy.

Apparently, the stuff was so strong that, if humans took it, they literally wouldn't be able to control themselves. This was going to be very useful to me. I bribed the man into giving me some. The second step of the plan was to talk to a frat boy. Normally, I hate frat boys, but it seemed I needed them for this. 

There was a frat boy named Eric that my sister and I both knew. I explained my plan to him (not telling him Jenna was my sister, of course). In the end, there was little risk to him, and he got something good in return. All he had to do was invite Jenna and me to a party on Saturday. He invited us to the party at his fraternity, and Jenna said she would go. Perfect, now I just needed a little cunning to pull off the rest of the plan.

Saturday was business as usual. I woke up and went downstairs. Jenna was completely naked, watching TV on the living room couch. She only really wore clothes when she felt like it at this point. She called me over, spread her legs, and had me eat her pussy until she came. Then I had breakfast and went back upstairs. Typical morning for that week, actually.

Around 2:00 pm, Jenna walked into my room wearing her dominatrix outfit with her hair pulled back. She had the thigh high boots, the corset and, of course, the strap-on. I didn't even hesitate. I obediently took off my pants and got down on all fours. Jenna mounted me and started pounding me in the ass. 

I had learned that her strap-on was double sided. There was a portion of the dildo that went inside of her as well. I guess that's why she loved using it so much. Jenna was in high spirits as she humped the rubber cock into my ass. It was filling me up so much that it hurt. Jenna was being really rough on my ass, stretching me out and slapping me. She was mocking me, trying to humiliate me even more.

"What's the matter, Matt? Forgot how to take a cock? Does my little fuck boy need a rest?" She continued to peg my ass for another ten minutes or so. I didn't get to cum, but that was alright. Just meant more satisfaction later, during the evening I had planned.

At 9:00, we both started getting ready for the party. Around 10:00, we were both ready to go. Jenna was wearing a sexy, tight dress that was sort of silver colored. It was very short, barely covering her ass. We were almost out the door, when Jenna suddenly decided to pull it up to her waist and shove my face in between her big cheeks. I pulled down the black thong she was wearing and licked her ass at her command while she rubbed her clit. 'Enjoy your dominance while it lasts, Jenna,' I thought to myself. 

It was only a ten minute walk to the frat house. I had only ever been to a couple of frat parties, but I knew what to expect. We had to go around back and were let into the basement, which was the main party area. There was a bar set up, drinking games in every corner with a large beer pong table in the middle, a dance floor, blaring music and several couches along the walls. The place was packed. Jenna told me to go get her a drink while she went and mingled. I made my way to the bar.

Along the way, I saw Eric across the room. He had seen me come in and nodded to me. Good. Everything must be set. I got myself a beer and a vodka and cranberry for Jenna. The horse aphrodisiac I had gotten came in pill form, so I had crushed a half of one up earlier and put it in a small container. The man I bought it from said a whole one might be a little too dangerous. I stealthily added the crushed up aphrodisiac to Jenna's drink and delivered it to her. It was supposed to take at least an hour to start taking full effect, so I had some time to kill.

Jenna went off on her own to mingle and I decided to do that as well. Many of the frat boys were giving me strange looks. 'Those ones must be my recruits,' I thought. I talked to a few people, but never for too long. I really tried to find someone to get along with at this party, but it was tough. Drunken frat boys and sorority girls are generally pretty uninteresting people.

After 45 minutes or so of trying, I gave up and took a seat in a recliner in the corner. I was only sitting for about five minutes before Jenna came over and sat on my lap. We tell everyone we meet that we're roommates, so no one was weirded out by this.

"I fucking hate frat boys," said Jenna.

"Sweet. I knew we had something in common," I said. "I mean... that and the abnormal sex drives."

"Ha ha," laughed Jenna. "Yeah, it's like we're related or something." Jenna's tone was warm. It was nice. She had been so hard on me all week. It was nice to talk to her like this for a change, like we used to talk. I started to regret this plan, wondering if it wasn't the best thing to do. Just then, Jenna leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Let's go home. I'm going to fuck the shit out of you." She bit my ear. "Your ass is mine, Matt." And, just like that, the regret was gone. My plan was the only way.

"How about we stay a little while," I said. "We can at least get drunk before we leave. Open bar."

"Ok, but people tell me I'm a mean drunk," Jenna teased and smiled. I got us both another drink and returned to the recliner, Jenna returning to my lap.

Halfway through her drink, she started grinding her ass on top of my dick, slowly picking up speed. Was the aphrodisiac starting to take effect? Oh shit! I hoped that alcohol wouldn't mess with it.

"Let's dance," said Jenna, quickly grabbing my arm and dragged me out onto the dance floor. It was packed full of sweaty college kids dry humping each other. We put our arms around each other and Jenna started grinding hard. She was quickly straddling one of my legs and moving her crotch up and down my thigh. Her tits were rubbing against me. They were so soft and nice. But, not as nice as her big ass, which I was squeezing with my left hand.

One song ended and another one began. Jenna turned around, grinding her ass into my crotch and I put my hands on her hips. Jenna was really getting into it. I loved it when she would bend all the way over at the waist and just shake her ass side to side. I was getting hard from all the friction. 

Near the end of the song, Jenna grabbed my hand and worked it up under her short dress. The dance floor was dark and crowded so no one even noticed. I started to feel her pussy through her panties when I realized that she was wet. No. More than wet. She was drenched. Her panties were completely soaked through. I had never seen a girl that wet. She may have even been dripping through her panties. 

Jenna turned her face towards me and I saw the look of wanton pleasure on her face as my hand moved across her pussy. Her expression was that of pure lust, completely uninhibited by the fact that people were all around us. The aphrodisiac had certainly started to work. Jenna was breathing heavily and her voice was strained as she said,

"I need you right fucking now." She started to reach her hand into my pants, but I grabbed it and guided it away. I stopped feeling her up and straightened her dress. If what the guy at the stud farm had told me was true, Jenna wouldn't even be able to control herself soon. I needed to get her away from the party before she tried to fuck me right there on the dance floor. I took her hand and walked with her upstairs through the house.

"Where are we going?" asked Jenna.

"I believe you said you needed me right now. Sooooo, I'm finding a place."

"Ha. I don't think we're supposed to be up here." Jenna giggled.

"Don't worry about it. I've been here before. There's a room over this way that no one ever uses." 

"Fuck it. Let's just do it right here, up against this wall," said Jenna and made a grab at my belt buckle.

"Patience, Jenna. Patience."

"This is strange. I've never been this horny in my life. I feel like my pussy is on fire." I smiled to myself. This was working out perfectly. "Matt, I need cock. I need it so bad. Right now." Actually, this was working out even better than I imagined. Jenna's libido was controlling her now. She seemed drunk with lust.

We walked down a long hallway and I opened the door to a big room that looked nearly empty. I closed the door and it became pitch black. As soon as the door closed, Jenna was on me, kissing me on the neck and grabbing me. She quickly got her hand down my pants and was fondling my balls.

I hit a switch on the wall, and a single light in the center of the room turned on, creating a large circle of light on the floor. At the edge of the light, thirteen or so people were standing, partially hidden by shadow.

"Wha... What?" said Jenna. To everyone else, she might have seemed a little drunk. None of them knew about the aphrodisiac now coursing through her body. That was good. I wanted everyone to see her only as a dirty slut and nothing else.

I gently grabbed Jenna by the hand and led her into the middle of the room. Directly beneath the single light, there was a mattress on the floor covered with sex toys. Next to that, there was a wooden stockade -- one of those things that they put prisoners in a long fucking time ago. You put your head and hands through and it locks you in. It stood at the perfect height for Jenna. I had only told Eric to get a mattress. The stockade and toys must have been his ideas. I also noticed a man holding a video camera. Another good idea from Eric. I made a mental note to buy him a beer later.

"Hello, everyone," I said. "The guest of honor has arrived." I gestured to Jenna and everyone cheered. A few guys whistled at her. There were a few cat calls, a couple of which came from girls.

"What's going on," Jenna said.

"Jenna, this is your surprise gangbang." Jenna's eyes went wide and she took a few steps backwards towards the door. I put my arm around her shoulder and guided her back. "She may seem modest now," I laughed, "but this little slut will beg you for it once the clothes come off. Won't you?" I said to Jenna. She stared directly into my eyes and I knew I was right. She literally couldn't resist herself now. The drug was overcoming her own will, morphing it into deep, carnal desires. All she cared about right now was getting fucked.

I unzipped her dress and slipped it off of her. She didn't even resist. The frat boys resumed their cheering and cat calling. Jenna was standing in the middle of the room wearing only a matching black bra and thong with her high heels. The heels could stay on. The rest couldn't. I unhooked her bra and freed her C cups. All eyes devoured the sight of her round tits. She covered them halfheartedly with her arms.

Next, I grabbed the waistband of her thong. I gently kissed one exposed butt cheek before I slid down her panties, stretching them over her big ass. They were sopping wet and landed with a smack onto the wooden floor when I tossed them aside. Just like that, I was looking at my own sister completely exposed in front of a group of incredibly horny college students. 

There were nine guys and four girls by my count. I had had Eric choose who would come. They mostly seemed to be members of his fraternity, the girls were from their sister sorority. They all were holding drinks and appeared to be thoroughly amused. Several of the guys had already started rubbing themselves as they stared at Jenna. She looked amazing. Most of the girls in the crowd were more reserved. However, I noticed one girl that seemed quite drunk with her hand shoved down the front of her jeans. 

I brought Jenna over to the stockade. She bent over, placing her neck and wrists on the wooden board. I placed the top down and locked her in with a metal latch on the side. She was bent over at just under a ninety degree angle, her ass sticking out, completely exposed. I walked behind her to admire the view. She was so vulnerable like this. And, she couldn't help herself -- she desperately wanted it. No, she needed it. That's why she wouldn't resist. She actually needed to be fucked. I couldn't even imagine how her body must have been feeling under the influence of the aphrodisiac.

Now that she was in position, everyone became much quieter. They were all waiting for me to start things off. I walked up behind her and filled my hands with her big ass, caressing my way down her thick thighs. I could smell the scent of her pussy, thick in the air. The intoxicating aroma filled my nostrils and I looked down at her dripping pussy.

Then I spanked her hard on the ass. She let out a surprised gasp followed by a moan. I spanked her again, watching her cheeks jiggle. She moaned again. I spanked her three more times, savoring the feeling of my hand pressing hard into her soft flesh. She couldn't take any more.

"Oh, god! Please fuck me! I need a cock right now!" she screamed.

"Holy shit, this girl really is a slut," I heard one of the girls say.

"You heard her," a guy's voice said, "get to it!" I quickly undressed and threw my clothes away against a wall. Then I grabbed a bottle of lube from off of the mattress. I positioned myself behind Jenna and put some lube in my hand. I began to stroke myself, spreading the lube over my cock. I was already fairly hard from all of the buildup and I was soon fully erect.

"You know, this little slut has an insatiable pussy," I said to everyone. "However, I happen to know that she prefers it up the ass." There. That little lie would make sure no one had any reservations about fucking her ass. I pressed my cock firmly against Jenna's asshole and quickly slid in. Jenna squealed a little as my cock split her cheeks but she was soon moaning crudely. I grabbed onto her hips and slowly pushed my way inside. It didn't take very long for her to become accustomed to the size and I started fucking her.

It was such a rush nailing her in front of all of those people. If only they had known that they were watching me fuck my own sister up her ass. I slapped her butt hard and started thrusting into her deeply. The drug flowing through her body must have dulled a lot of the pain to allow me to fuck her like this so soon after initially penetrating her.

"Uuuungh, uuuunggh, uuuunnnnnnnnggggggghhhh," grunted Jenna each time I buried my cock deep in her butthole. Her body moved forward a little with each hard thrust, but the stockade kept her in place. Her breathing was loud and she moaned without shame. Many of the guys had already taken off their clothes and were stroking themselves to get hard. Bondage seemed to suit Jenna well. She looked damn hot taking it up the butt like this.

"Oh gawd. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," said Jenna. Waves of pleasure were washing over her, sending her deeper into her own world of desire. I imagined what would happen once someone actually started fucking her pussy. That wasn't going to happen for a while though. I had made a point of telling everyone how much she liked it in the ass, and what man in their right mind would pass up the chance at anal sex with a girl like Jenna? Her ass was top notch -- big, round and juicy. The feel of it was incredible around my cock.

"Give me that dick!" screamed Jenna. "More. More. Give it to me!" At that, one of the guys in the crowd walked out towards us, fully erect. He made his way to the front of Jenna and guided his cock towards her. He grabbed Jenna by the hair and rubbed his cock all over her face, slapping it against her cheeks a couple of times. Then he stuck it in her mouth.

Jenna greedily sucked at the guy's cock. I could hear her slurping loudly as she took it from both ends. The reaction on the guy's face was immediate. His jaw fell open and he raised his eyebrows high. Jenna was trying to suck the cum right out of him. He pushed himself deeper into her mouth.

"Yeah, bitch. Suck that cock," he said. "Suck it nice and hard." He started thrusting back and forth, fucking Jenna's face. Jenna continued to slurp at it. She had an intense hunger that could only be satisfied by cock.

All of the frat boys were now standing around without clothes and stroking their hard dicks. There would be no lack of meat for Jenna tonight. The girls in the crowd all seemed to be getting turned on as well. One was fondling her breasts over her shirt and one was rubbing her clit through a pair of tight pants. There was another girl who was topless and stroking the cock of the guy standing next to her. And, the girl that had been playing with herself earlier was now standing in only her bra and panties and had started fingering herself furiously.




Roomies Ch. 02



I watched her for a little bit, giving it to Jenna hard. Soon, I gasped as I began to cum. I gave one last thrust and shot my load deep inside her ass. Jenna moaned around the cock that was filling her mouth, the warm cum flowing deep inside her asshole. As my orgasm subsided, I spread her ass cheeks and pulled out my dick. Her ass continued to gape open a little. I stepped back and made room for another. Everyone was ready to step up and Jenna's ass was quickly filled with another cock.

The guy holding the camera moved in for a close-up on her face. The frat boy face fucking her looked like he was going to cum soon. The cameraman framed up Jenna's face as the cock slid in and out of her mouth, a little saliva running down her chin. 

"Holy shit, I'm going to cum," said the frat boy. He shoved his cock deep, his balls pressing up against Jenna's lips. Her eyes shot open in surprise as the cock invaded the back of her throat and held there. Jenna started to gag a little as the cum began to shoot down her throat, but she managed to swallow it all down. The frat boy pulled out, his entire shaft slick with Jenna's saliva, and Jenna coughed and gasped for air. The cameraman put the lens right next to her face.

"Tell the camera what your name is," he said.

".... My name... is Jenna... and I'm... getting gangbanged," she managed between gasps of air. Her body was rocking with each thrust of the frat boy fucking her ass. "I just swallowed a load of cum... and there's a cock deep in my ass." She had barely finished her sentence before her mouth was filled with another frat boy's cock.

The cameraman circled behind her to get a close up of her ass getting fucked. Her ass jiggled violently as the guy fucking her slammed into her. Her butthole was slick and his dick was meeting little resistance. Jenna's pussy was flowing with juices and they were dripping off of her. I saw a puddle had formed between her legs on the floor and more was streaming down her thighs, reminiscent of the time she had jacked me off into her panties and some of it had leaked out.

Jenna's legs were spread as wide as she could get them under the circumstances and her knees were bent slightly. Holy shit, she was actually pushing back against the dick thrusting hard into her. Her craving for cock was intense. I suddenly wondered what her craving for pussy was like.

I walked over to the girl who was fingering herself and asked if she had ever been eaten out by a girl. Everyone saw where I was going with this and several guys cheered the idea. I guided her over to the other girl who I had seen rubbing her clit through her pants.

"It seems that you two have the next turn," I said.

"Fuck yeah! Get some, Melanie!" yelled one of the frat boys. The girl that had been rubbing her clit, Melanie, blushed but didn't say no. I waited until both of the guys fucking Jenna came. Jenna swallowed yet another load and her ass was filled with more cum. Both guys moved back into the crowd and I walked the two girls over to Jenna.

I didn't know if Jenna was even into girls. Even if she wasn't though, I was sure the drug would persuade her. Both girls stripped down naked. I guided Kelsey, the one who was fingering herself earlier, towards Jenna's face.

"You ready to eat this pussy?" I asked Jenna. She didn't say anything. She just opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Kelsey swung one leg up over the stockade and pushed her hips forward until her pussy was pressing against Jenna's mouth. Jenna began lapping at it with her tongue. Kelsey pressed harder against Jenna until her face was buried in her cunt. Jenna passionately kissed Kelsey's crotch, eating it with vigor.

Meanwhile, Melanie had made her way behind Jenna. She knelt down directly behind her, placed a hand on the side of each of Jenna's fat cheeks and shoved her face into her pussy. I could hear Jenna's muffled screams of joy coming from Kelsey's cunt. The three girls had formed a train of pussy eating and each looked like they would need to cum soon.

Melanie rubbed her clit quickly as Jenna's pussy juice flooded into her mouth. I watched closely as she spanked my sister's ass hard and worked her tongue deep into her hole, then licked her clit delicately. Jenna was the first to cum. Finally having a tongue to eat her out after so much stimulation was too much for her. Her orgasm was an eruption as her entire body shook and she squealed loudly. Melanie stopped licking and picked up a strap-on from the mattress.

Kelsey was about to cum. I could see it on her face. But, she suddenly moved her pussy away from Jenna's mouth. She took her leg off of the stockade and put it back on the ground. Then she turned around and stuck out her ass towards Jenna's face. She grabbed Jenna by the back of her head and roughly shoved her face into her ass crack. Luckily, Kelsey was wearing very high heels so Jenna's mouth was pressed directly against her asshole. 

This surprised me actually. I could not think of a better thing for Kelsey to have done. After all of the times I had eaten Jenna's ass, I was finally watching her forced to lick another girl's asshole. Kelsey was moaning loudly with two of her own fingers shoved deep inside her pussy. Just then, Melanie finished putting on the strap-on and moved behind Jenna again.

Melanie had another smaller dildo in her hand which she shoved into Jenna's ass. Then she positioned the strap-on at the entrance to Jenna's pussy and roughly thrust in. Jenna was so wet that the dildo was immediately buried to the hilt. Melanie wasted no time in getting started and quickly began pounding Jenna's cunt. Melanie and Kelsey were talking dirty to Jenna.

"Eat my ass, bitch," said Kelsey. "Shove your tongue in there deep."

"Yeah, take it you whore," said Melanie as she picked up her pace. "Does it feel good in your pussy? Enjoy it while it lasts because, after I'm done, all these boys are going to fuck you in your fat ass."

Melanie began fucking Jenna hard. Jenna screamed with delight into Kelsey's asshole which seemed to send a wave of pleasure through Kelsey's body and she started cumming. Jenna came moments later. Finally having something inside her pussy had sent her head spinning very quickly. Kelsey's orgasm finished and she shakily walked back to her spot in the crowd on wobbly knees.

Melanie continued pounding away at Jenna's pussy, the smaller dildo still firmly lodged in Jenna's ass. She was being double penetrated by sex toys. Melanie was enjoying the friction of the strap-on and looked like she was going to cum soon as well. She stopped fucking Jenna and pulled out of her. Then she slipped out of the harness and pulled the dildo out of Jenna's ass.

Melanie walked around to Jenna's face and shoved the dildo into her open mouth. Jenna's lips closed around it and Melanie let go, leaving the dildo hanging out of Jenna's mouth. Then Melanie positioned herself directly in front of Jenna's face. I thought she was going to make her eat her out, but she didn't. Melanie spread her legs a little and bent her knees, still standing. Then she shoved two fingers up her cunt and started fucking herself ravenously. Her fingers were sloshing in and out of her soaking wet cunt, the sound loud enough to reach the back of the room. 

Suddenly, Melanie put one leg up over the stockade as Kelsey had done earlier. She continued to shove her fingers in and out of herself quickly. Then Melanie began to scream as her orgasm took hold of her and she squirted all over Jenna's face. Several people cheered at this. Jenna opened her mouth, trying to swallow as much of it as possible. Holy shit, sorority girls are fucking crazy.

Melanie soon took her place back in the crowd and three more frat boys started fucking Jenna; one inside Jenna's mouth, another in her ass, and one more who was just jacking off. Jenna stopped sucking the other guy's dick when the one jacking off was getting close so she could eat his cum.

The night continued like this for a long time. There was always someone fucking Jenna. Sometimes it was only one guy. Other times it was three guys. Then they would cum and someone else would jump in. Everyone took advantage of fucking her big ass. It became a sort of game to see how much cum we could actually fit inside Jenna's ass. Everyone shot their load as deep as they could up her butt so it wouldn't leak out. I couldn't even tell you how many loads were inside of her. 

Just about everyone fucked her multiple times. They would fuck her once, watch for a while, and then fuck her again once they had rested enough. I myself fucked her three times -- once in the ass, then in her mouth, then once more in her ass.

Jenna continued to beg for more throughout the entire thing. She was completely insatiable. Granted, most of the guys were fucking her in the ass, but every once in a while a girl would jump in and eat her out. The last time I fucked her in the ass, Kelsey was just underneath me eating her pussy. I loved watching Jenna cum while my dick was shoved up her butt.

There was only one instance when I thought Jenna was going to finally break. There was a big, black guy named Michael with a massive, fat cock. He fucked Jenna's ass hard and there were tears running down her face. She was screaming as his cock stretched her hole to its limit, but she kept begging for more. She needed it inside her. Since she kept asking for more, Michael gave it to her. He was so rough with her. The stockade was shaking under the power of his thrusts.

Before Michael came, he pulled his tree trunk of a cock out of her used ass and had Jenna suck it. He filled her mouth with his cock, making her taste her own ass and gagging her. Her lips had to stretch wide open to fit around it, and when he came, Jenna couldn't handle the amount of semen filling her mouth and a lot of it spilled out and down her chin.

We didn't keep her in the stocks all night. Eventually, we took her out and moved her over to the mattress. This made for some very interesting positions. Jenna would sit on a cock, shoving it up her ass and spread her legs wide for another guy to fuck her pussy while taking yet another cock into her mouth. Sometimes she would suck someone's dick and jack off two people on either side of her with her hands. 

One of my favorite positions involved the girl who was stroking the guy standing next to her earlier. Her name was Claire and apparently the guy she was jacking off was her boyfriend, Brad. The two of them fucked Jenna together. Claire lay down on the mattress and had her eat her pussy while Brad fucked Jenna from behind. Brad was really rough on Jenna too, pulling her hair and riding her hard.

Jenna was fucked for a few hours. Her body was constantly being shaken as everyone violated her holes. She took load after load of cum, never in her pussy, but everywhere else was fair game. Her stomach must have been full to bursting, but that was nothing compared to how much cum we pumped into her ass. I don't know how many loads she took in the butt, but it was definitely the hole of choice. By the end of the night, her ass was gaping open and some of the cum had started to leak out.

Around 1:30, everyone was exhausted. The cameraman got one final shot of Jenna lying motionless on her stomach, cum dripping out of her butthole. Everyone slowly got their clothes on and started to leave. Jenna continued to lie on the mattress, everyone getting one last look at her used body before they left. One of the girls gave her big booty one last slap before walking out the door.

Eric was the last of the frat boys to leave. He nodded his head towards me and shut the door behind him. The gangbang was over. Time to get Jenna home. She was in a sexed up stupor as I put her clothes back on her. It was sort of like taking care of a drunk at the end of the night. I zipped up her dress and walked her back to our apartment. The whole way there, Jenna had to lean on me to stay upright. It seemed that she had had her coordination fucked right out of her.

About a block away from our place, Jenna started rubbing her hands all over me. Holy shit, the aphrodisiac was still affecting her. She was weak, but still needed more. I opened our apartment door and took Jenna up to her room, lying her down on the bed. She tried to pull me down with her, but there was something I needed from the kitchen. I left Jenna on her bed, rubbing herself through her ruined panties.

Moments later, I returned with a drinking glass. I helped Jenna back out of her dress and tossed it aside. Then I took off her bra, taking a minute or two to play with her luscious tits. Then I had her stand up and turn around for me. Her thong was doing little to conceal her gaping asshole. Some cum had leaked out while we were walking home and was slowly making its way down her crack.

"Look, you've gone and ruined your pretty thong, Jenna," I said. I slid down her panties and wadded them up into a small ball. "Open your mouth." Jenna did as she was told and I stuffed her dirty panties into her mouth.

"Good," I said. "Now, squat down." Jenna squatted down. This made her ass look even better. I made a mental note to fuck her reverse cowgirl one day. "Spread your cheeks apart." Jenna reached back and spread her cheeks, exposing her gaping hole. I placed the glass I had gotten underneath her asshole.

"Good girl. Now, push out that cum. Push it all out." Jenna started pushing. It took a few seconds, but then the cum started sputtering out of her asshole. "That's a good girl. You're going to make yourself a nice cum fart cocktail." Jenna continued to push, the cum now coming out in waves. It was a tall glass, but it was soon about half full. That's a lot of cum to have in your ass. 

Eventually, Jenna couldn't push out any more. I was sure there was more in there, but it would just have to stay in there for now. I wiped the excess cum off of her ass using Jenna's bed sheets. Then Jenna sat on the edge of the bed and I handed her the glass, telling her to drink it. Jenna began chugging the cum in big gulps. The thick liquid that had just come out of her ass slid down her throat, filling up her stomach.

"How do you like your new diet?" I asked her. Jenna finished and set down the glass. Cum was all over her lips. She licked it off and opened her mouth to show me that she had finished. I noticed that Jenna's hand was back working on her pussy. Her face was pouty as she looked up at me, begging me for one more go. I smiled down at her and started taking off my clothes. I positioned Jenna on the bed, lying face down in a prone position with her legs spread.

One more fuck before the night ended. I crawled on top of her and rubbed my cock between her soft buttcheeks until I got hard. Then I slowly worked my way inside her pussy. She was still incredibly wet and I slid in easily. Jenna began moaning loudly as I started fucking her. I didn't think I was going to last very long this time, so I was going to make it count. 

I grabbed onto her arms and pushed them down onto the bed, pinning her down. Then I started roughly fucking her, slapping against her thighs and ass, filling the room with the sound of our bodies colliding. If any of my neighbors were awake, they surely heard it. Jenna screamed underneath me, her orgasm rising. Her body shook underneath me as I shoved my cock into her hard, ravaging her. 

"I'm... I'm... I'M CUMMING," Jenna yelled. I felt the walls of her pussy tighten around my cock and there was pressure pushing me out. I pulled out my cock as Jenna squirted. A flood of pussy juice shot out of her with incredible force, soaking her sheets. I started pumping my cock as I watched Jenna's orgasm take control of her, sending electrical pulses of pleasure through her body. Her legs shook, making her thighs and ass wobble back and forth. I almost came just watching her.

I waited for her to finish cumming then rammed myself back into her pussy. It only took a few more strokes and I shot my load deep inside her. At that moment, I had broken the ultimate taboo. I came hard just thinking about how I was filling my sister's pussy with my hot cum. I lay on top of her for a while as my dick slowly became soft inside of her. Eventually, I climbed off and started putting my clothes back on.

"More," whimpered Jenna. "I need more." I couldn't believe it. The horse aphrodisiac was still in control of her. But, there was nothing I could do. I was completely spent and I wanted to go pass out.

Jenna reached behind her and shoved a finger into her ass, using her own pussy juice for lube. This quickly became two fingers... then three. In no time, Jenna was trying to work all five of her fingers into her ass and was making steady progress. She was all the way up to her last knuckles and pushing hard, trying to shove her entire fist into her ass. She grunted and clenched her teeth as she tried to force it in. It looked painful. Then her asshole stretched wide over her knuckles and she was fisting herself.

"Oooooooh! Oh gawd. Oh my gawd. Yes!" Jenna screamed and started fucking her ass with her fist. I was in awe. Her entire hand was inside her ass and her hole was clenched tightly around her wrist. There was no way her fist would have fit in if she hadn't had her asshole stretched all night. Even then, she probably couldn't have done it had the horse aphrodisiac not given her the drive to do it.

Jenna was fingering her pussy as well and I watched until she came. She was lying on the bed, exhausted, but she still wasn't finished, working her fist in and out of her ass. It looked like she needed to just fuck herself to sleep. So, I opened up the trunk where she kept all of her sex toys and threw some on the bed with her.

I left her in her room to fuck and suck her toys until she passed out. I went into my room and feel asleep quickly. I had learned my lesson, though, and locked my door behind me.

The next morning, I woke up around 9:00. I went downstairs, had a bowl of cereal and started watching some Netflix. Around 11:00, Jenna woke up and staggered downstairs. The effects of the horse aphrodisiac had finally worn off. She had put on a bra and panties and was walking a little bow legged. She was obviously very sore from the previous night. She walked past me, glaring all the way to the kitchen. She came back into the living room with some toast and a large glass of water.

"Is that your cure for a sex hangover?" I asked her. She just glared at me some more. But, she did sit down on the couch with me. We watched TV together for a while. Jenna didn't say anything. After some time, she started to shift uncomfortably in her seat. She finally broke down and talked to me. 

"My ass hurts really bad," she said pitifully.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have shoved your fist up there," I said.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have drugged and gangbanged me!" Jenna said, angrily. But, then she whimpered at her sore ass.

"Take off your pants and lay down on the floor," I said.

"What? No. Fuck you."

"Relax, I'm going to help you. Now, lay down." I went into the bathroom and Jenna reluctantly took off her panties and lay face down on the living room floor. I returned with a tube of cream. It had something in it to relax muscles. I straddled Jenna's legs and sat down on the back of her thighs. Then I started massaging her big ass. I could see the remnants of dried up cum and pussy juice coating the inside of her thighs and in between her ass cheeks. I put some of the cream on my hands and worked it all over her big cheeks. Then I spread them apart and smeared some into her crack, working it all around, making sure to coat her asshole.

Jenna continued to whimper, but eventually the cream worked its way into her and began soothing her ass. I kept moving my hands over her ass, kneading her fat butt with my hands long after the cream was rubbed in. Jenna began to relax even more beneath me and I heard her breathing getting heavy. I leaned down, putting my face next to hers and kissed her hard on the lips. She returned the kiss. She rolled over and our bodies quickly intertwined, locked at the lips as we continued to kiss passionately. Our hands roamed freely, exploring each other's body like it was the first time.




Roomies Ch. 02



In that moment, our strange rivalry changed. We both saw each other as equals for a change. We knew that both of us enjoyed dominating the other, but now we saw that both of us liked to be submissive as well. We had sex right there on the living room floor. It was gentle of course, the state that Jenna was in.

For the next week, we had sex every day. It was tender and loving sex. I only fucked Jenna in her pussy during that time so her ass could make a full recovery. Many times, we would fall asleep together in bed. We were no longer angry at each other and got the chance to really build a strong relationship together. I had my sister back.

But, this tameness wouldn't last too long. We both knew that we needed kinky, hardcore sex. But, this time we would share roles. Some days I would be the dominant one and other days Jenna would be the dominant one. It just depended on how we were feeling on any particular day. Some days Jenna would beg me to fuck her in the ass, and I would eat out her asshole before giving her a hard ass-pounding.

We thought of all kinds of kinky and depraved things to do to each other after that. That's when the betting started....

TO BE CONTINUED



Roomies Ch. 03



After Angie and I had cuddled for a while, Ryan finally recovered from his apparently exhausting orgasm. He swayed forward onto the bed, kneeling on the mattress. Over my new love's shoulder, I had an enticing view of his naked masculine body. His muscles were still slick with sweat, and his lower abdomen, thighs, and spent cock were still literally dripping with the juice of Angie's passion. The sight of him immediately stirred me to desire again, but I could do little but remain pinned beneath Angie's body as she nuzzled against my shoulder.

As if sensing my predicament, Ryan lunged forward with a predatory grace and seized Angie from behind. The cord-like muscles of his forearms wrapped solidly around her slender waist and he hoisted her off me and pulled her against him, their naked flesh coming together once again.

"Aah, you fucker!" Angie giggled, earnestly trying to free herself from Ryan's iron grip, secure in the knowledge that, struggle as she might, he would not let her free. She flailed for several minutes before finally giving in to exhaustion. She lay her head back onto Ryan's thick shoulder, and he began to plant kisses along her neck.

Suddenly, with one lithe movement, Angie reached behind and took hold of Ryan's cock, which, though flaccid now, was still quite sizeable. Ryan started a bit, but Angie had as firm a grip on his member as he had on her waist, and he immediately froze in place.

Angie turned her face sideways and tilted her head back to look Ryan eye-to-eye. "Let me go or I'll rip it off," she said softly, in her trademark psychotic-bitch voice. The contest of wills had sprung to life again. I lay watching the two of them, enjoying the interplay as well as my crotch-eye view of Angie's pussy. I stealthily began to play with myself, one hand teasing my clit and the other my left nipple as my eyes danced all over my best friend's naked form.

"You wouldn't dare," Ryan whispered in Angie's ear as he savored the taste of the sweat from the nape of her neck, "'cause now you know how good it feels in that little pussy." To accentuate the statement, he bit her lightly on the shoulder.

Angie opened her mouth a little and gasped in surprise at Ryan's audacity. "Oh, you better get over yourself, asshole," she said. "You think I ain't ever..." she stopped in mid-jab, her eyes going wide. "Holy shit!" she squeaked. "You're gettin' another hard-on!"

"Yeah," Ryan laughed, victorious again, "and if you keep squeezing it, it's only gonna get bigger. Might even go up your ass if we stay in this position."

"In your fuckin' dreams!" Angie hissed.

"In yours," Ryan returned, demonstrating himself able to be as childish as she.

Angie turned back to regard me, probably hoping I'd cheer her on. Instead, she saw me regarding her with open lust, my fingers caressing the folds of my pussy. She instinctually returned the lusty glance and relaxed her tensed body.

"Ryan," she whispered, turning her head toward him but unable to take her eyes away from mine. "I want to watch you fuck her." Ryan didn't say anything, but gave her a gentle squeeze and relaxed so that his formerly strong grip became an affectionate embrace. His eyes locked onto mine as well, as the group lust swept him up.

He released Angie, and she tumbled forward to lie beside me. We immediately locked lips furiously. Ryan crept forward slowly, and I couldn't help but turn to catch a glimpse of his now exposed, newly hardened cock and the thick testicles hanging below it. Angie continued to kiss and lick me on the cheek.

Ryan finally positioned himself and slowly lowered his body onto mine. The weight of his muscular frame pressed my little body firmly into the mattress. I felt the underside of his meaty cock press solidly against my clit and stomach, and I spread my thighs as best I could to allow his balls to drape against my pussy lips. He leaned down, bracing himself over me on his elbows, and began to imitate Angie, gliding his tongue and lips and chiseled jaw against my other cheek, which had begun to flush red with all the attention and arousal I was getting. His chest brushed lightly against my naked tits, and I gave my hands free reign to caress his sexy, bulging triceps muscles.

My whole body ached with desire, pressed beneath Ryan and enjoying the sweet attentions of Angie. I was on the edge of losing control. I felt like screaming out loud, but I knew the time for that was yet to come. I finally met Angie's tongue with mine and we kissed deeply for an eternity, while Ryan's lips traced along my collarbone and neck, and he suckled at my earlobe just as I'd done for him earlier.

I finally had to whimper a bit with desire, moaning softly into Angie's throat. I tried to move my hips, but I was truly pinned beneath Ryan's pelvis. He seemed to sense my desire, however, and raised himself only slightly, giving me enough room to rock against him, sliding my slickened clit along his shaft and giving his swelling balls a bath with my dripping pussy.

Now it was Ryan's turn to moan. He growled softly in my ear, apparently enjoying the feeling as much as I. He became more aggressive, running his lips and tongue over my cheek, across my jawline, and finally meeting Angie's tongue as it caressed my own. We became locked in a sloppy three-way kiss that was just heavenly. I whimpered some more as my self-control quickly eroded. Overcome with lust, I would have done anything just to get that huge cock inside me.

Ryan finally broke from the group kiss and raised his head, looking down on Angie and me as we continued on. When Angie broke off from the kiss and pulled back, lying on her side and brushing my hair out of my saliva-soaked face, I moaned in protest.

"Rye," I whined, "Rye, fuck me, fuck me..." I trailed off, breathless as I pressed my pussy into his manhood with renewed vigor. Ryan met Angie's gaze and the two grinned conspiratorially. Still locking eyes with Angie, he began to move his hips in rhythm with mine, sliding his drenched cock against my tender pussy.

"Well?" he said finally, offering an enquiring glance to Angie.

"Hell no," Angie answered. "I don't think she's earned it."

"Oh god, please don't!" I cried. I would be humiliated later to think back on how lowly I had begged, but for the moment, as I said, I'd do anything.

"Don't?" Ryan said, sharing another smile with Angie. "don't? Hey, I don't think she wants me to." He punctuated every other syllable with a hard thrust of his pelvis against me, pressing his cock harder against me. I yelped in pleasure and painful anticipation.

"Don't tease me," I begged. "Fuck me, please, please, please."

"What do we get in return?" Angie said, running her hand over Ryan's smooth back and kissing me on the forehead.

"Anything," I breathed.

"Anything we want?" Ryan said, and this time he lifted his pelvis away from me, sliding his cock across my pussy to its very tip, then positioned the tip of his dick against the entrance to my pussy and pressed softly, not quite enough to enter me.

"Anything! Anything!" I squealed, struggling to impale myself on his teasing cock. "Fuck me, Rye, fuck me, oh please, oh please, oh please." My voice eventually cracked but I kept on, whispering, "please, please, please," as I looked up at him with pleading in my eyes.

"You heard the girl," Angie said. Ryan relaxed his thighs and slowly let the weight of his body press his cock into me, parting the folds of my pussy and plowing into my love canal. I screeched in sweet pain as his thickness drove deeper and deeper into me. I was sure this was the biggest cock I'd ever had in me, and I felt as if it would split me in half. And he wasn't even fully inside me yet.

My cries and Ryan's groans intermingled in a dance of sounds. He lowered himself off his elbows, pressing his broad chest into my flattened tits. His arms snaked under my back and pulled me close to him. His dick slid in and out of my moist pussy, getting deeper on every downstroke. He sucked the sweaty skin of my white neck, and over his shoulder I could see the firm swell of his ass rising and falling as he fucked me. Lost in ecstasy, I was only barely aware of Angie's presence. And to Angie, that just wouldn't do.

Through the fog of pleasure in my brain, noticed Ryan's body come away from mine. I was worried for an instant that he might empty my pussy, but his cock remained throbbing inside me. I felt someone grip my ankles and lift my legs up toward my chest. When I finally became aware of what was happening, I saw Angie peering down at me, her beautiful pussy hovering just inches above my face as she leaned over. It was she who had me by the ankles. Ryan had raised himself to a kneeling position, his long cock still halfway inside me.

Angie pulled my legs a little farther, and spread them, fully exposing my naked cunt to Ryan. I gasped softly in pain as she pulled; I wasn't quite limber enough to be doing this, and my hamstrings stretched. Still, the discomfort was minimal, since I was yet overcome by the feeling of Ryan's well-moistened dick lodged between the flesh of my bare pussy.

Ryan shuffled closer to me, pressing his loins against my exposed inner thighs, and began to pump in earnest once again, fucking me with renewed vigor. I immediately set to whimpering and squealing; he was able to drive his cock's full length into me now, and he did so, pounding my spasming pussy. I could feel those thick balls slap hard against my slit with every thrust, and I went wild with pleasure, squirming and writhing my entire body.

After a few minutes of this, I felt Angie shift her weight. I saw one of her long thighs come to rest beside my head, followed by the other. She was straddling my face as she held my ankles.

"Angie..." I gasped in weak, unconvincing protest. This is something I hadn't bargained for.

"You said anything, sweetie," Angie remarked in a lilting voice that still managed to retain a sarcastic edge. She lowered herself onto my face. I first felt her soft pubic hair caress my chin, then the long, drooping skin of her labia met my lips. I sucked.

"Ohhh," she sighed, lowering herself even closer. I sucked her pussy as vigorously as I'd ever sucked dick. And the rewarding, tangy taste of her cunt was intoxicating.

Ryan kept pounding my pussy, growling loudly with each thrust as he looked down on the spectacle before him. He fucked me for only a few more minutes before my orgasm hit.

The teasing they'd given me before had already had me on the verge, but now, situated as I was, my climax exploded, washing over me in torrents of pleasure. Situated here, with the tastiest of pussies in my mouth and the most wonderful of cocks in my pussy, I was overcome. I writhed in pleasure, squealing into Angie's cunt as its drooping lips caressed my face.

Either my suckling or my shrieking pushed Angie over the edge, and she came with me, her silky pussy drenching my face and cheeks as we shared an orgasm.

As we slowly recovered, I heard Ryan's groans become more urgent. He was bucking against me furiously, and his face was drawn tight. I could tell he was about to cum.

"Don't cum in her," Angie commanded breathlessly, apparently noticing his inevitable climax also. She slinked forward, still mashing her pussy against my face, and I felt her hard nipples brush against the upper part of my stomach. I whimpered, unable to see what she was doing, but able to surmise from her position that she probably meant to take Ryan's cock in her mouth. I felt a sudden unbearable vacancy in my tortured pussy as Ryan pulled out of me. Sure enough, I heard sucking sounds and knew Angie must be languidly slurping his overloading dick.

After only a few seconds, Ryan let out a low growl that seemed to come up from his stomach, gathering in intensity as it finally reached his throat. He bucked hard against my thighs, and I felt his balls spasm as they slapped against my naked cunt, emptying themselves of his cream. But to where? I couldn't feel his cum on me as I had the last time.

Finally, Angie's pussy came away from me and I got a good look. Ryan was soaked with sweat, from head to toe, kneeling enraptured. His still stiff cock was perhaps the wettest part of him, however, soaked as it was with Angie's saliva and a few remaining droplets of his cum.

I realized what had happened just as Angie's face came into view. Her lips were pursed and her mouth closed. Her cheeks seemed to be bulging a little. She bent down to kiss me and, as our lips met, opened wide.

Warm globs of Ryan's cum dripped thickly out of her mouth, rolling off her tongue and lips, and covering my face. Our lips and tongues met, and we spread the goop all over one another's faces. The cum tasted so wonderful that I couldn't help but swallow every bit that came into my mouth. I finally resorted to licking the streams of cum from Angie's beautiful face and swallowing, swallowing, until I had licked her clean. She smiled and returned the favor, slurping every last drop from my face.

When our work was done, we shared a meaningful silence as she stroked my hair once again, settling beside me and snuggling her naked tan body against mine. We kissed again, just once more; a long, lingering, loving kiss that expressed all that we could never put into words. 

When the kiss broke, we pulled away, coming to lie on our sides, facing one another. We both looked to Ryan, offering a silent invitation. We had all three just finished making passionate love. There was no more need for words now.

Ryan accepted the offer, sliding forward onto the sheets and lying on his back between our naked bodies. We pressed ourselves against his relaxed, firm body, resting our heads on his chest. Ryan was asleep in minutes, but Angie and I remained awake for almost an hour, gazing lovingly at one another and silently promising that this would not be the last time we would share my new roomie.



Roomies Ch. 03



Shannon never knew that Erin had heard her that night, having sex with the other girl - whose name turned out to be Christie. The two of them woke up drunk the next morning, and Shannon remembered have sex with Christie but not where or when... and Erin didn't say anything and she didn't want to ask so it just went unsaid. For the most part she just assumed that Erin hadn't been there.

For Erin's part, she was incredibly turned on by everything that she had witnessed, even though it made her extremely uncomfortable. During the next couple weeks she decided to get to know some of the guys around the campus, talking to them and even getting one or two dates. Still, when they kissed her goodnight she found herself wondering what it would be like to kiss a girl, and when they touched her she thought about Shannon's hands and soft skin. It seemed to her that she was almost becoming obsessed with her roommate... something that just didn't seem like such a good idea. 

Trying to concentrate on guys, she ended up giving her first blow-job - which she didn't like so much. It didn't smell bad or gross her out, she just wasn't really into it. And when she was eaten out for the first time, she came, but it was while she was thinking about Shannon and Christie with Shannon's demands echoing her in head. 'Eat my pussy you little bitch'...

Taking advantage of the internet she started looking up free porn pictures and things... but she couldn't find what she really wanted; a full out movie. She was turned on by the still pictures, but she wanted to see what it actually looked like, how they did it, how they sounded... but everything she ran into cost something. Afraid to put anything on a credit card, she just masturbated to some of the pictures they found, although her fantasies always ended back up at Shannon's face and body. 

One day she was looking through the videos, innocently enough, and wondered what Shannon might have on her shelf. Looking through it she saw a video at the back of her closet and picked it up... it was unmarked, whatever the label had been it was gone, only a few traces remained where it was. Curious, and a little hesitant, she put it into the VCR and gasped. 

It was girl on girl porn... the two girls were licking and sucking at each other's breasts, pinching on the nipples. Lowering her hand to her pussy, Erin watched as the two turned into a 69 position and began to eat each other out, the camera kept zooming in on their tongues in each other's pussies. Now she had a real visual for what it had looked like when Shannon was getting eaten out... her fingers got faster and faster on her clit as her other hand reached up to pinch her nipples. Moaning, she couldn't take her eyes off the screen, one of the girls had begun pushing her fingers into the other girl's pussy... pressing her fingers in and out of that tight hole. 

Erin shook as she came, gasping... one of the hardest orgasms she'd ever had in her life. As she came down from her pleasure high she suddenly realized that she was standing in the middle of the room with one hand down her pants and the other up her shirt, lesbian porn blazing on the TV and the door wasn't even locked. Not that Shannon couldn't get in anyway, but still. Hastily she put the video back where it belonged and went to the bathroom to wash off her hands.

Before turning on the water though, she looked at her fingers, glistening with juices, and wondered what it tasted like. Hesitantly she brought her fingers to her lips and her tongue flicked out, gathering some of her juices on its tip. Sweetish... musky... not unpleasant although it was certainly a little strange. She licked more of it, wondering if all pussies tasted the same.

The bathroom door started to open and she jumped, pulling her fingers away from her mouth and shoving them under the faucet. Around the corner came Shannon, wrapped in a towel and heading for the showers.

"Hey Erin!" she said cheerfully as she passed.

Erin smiled, trying to slow her madly beating heart, "Hey."

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Within a few weeks Erin was masturbating almost daily to the porn video... she'd become almost addicted. She always made sure to do it when Shannon had classes, that way she could watch uninterrupted and take the time afterwards to lick the juices from her fingers. There had been no more dates with boys... honestly she just wasn't that interested. Maybe she was a lesbian, but she was finding that she didn't feel as uncomfortable about that as she had before. Instead she just enjoyed her daily sessions in front of the TV, wondering about Shannon and Christie... thinking back on the night that they'd had sex in her room. 

One day she was feeling rather ill all morning, and since she wasn't feeling any better at all by the third class of the day she decided just to go back to her room. Even though she wasn't feeling well, she was still rather horny... and Shannon had class right now so maybe she could just go back and rest and get herself off. Feeling slightly more chipper - although her throat still hurt - she headed off towards her room.

It was her habit to turn the knob before actually putting in the key, just something that she always did... only this time the door unexpectedly opened and she stumbled into the room. There was Shannon, standing in the middle of the room staring at her with open shock. Between Shannon's spread legs was Christie, still eating her out, unaware that they'd been intruded on... Shannon's hands were entwined in the other girls hair, pulling her deep into her pussy. Erin's brain registered her naked roommate, her roommate's naked girlfriend, and the incredibly erotic position that they were in at the moment.

Gulping, she opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. The two girls stared at each other for a moment longer and then Shannon's body jerked and she gasped... she was cumming while Erin stood there watching. Erin fled, not knowing what else to do...

She spent the rest of the day at the library, staring at the inside of a book without actually seeing it. Flipping pages, all she could see was Shannon standing there getting eaten out by Christie... it had been so much more beautiful and erotic than the porn or the online pictures. There was also the intense desire to go back there, toss Christie out of the room and take her spot between Shannon's legs. Erin glanced around, but there was no one in her part of the library. Sliding her hand into her pants, she rubbed furiously as she pictured Shannon and herself in her mind... it wasn't that hard since she and Christie had similar hair color. Gasping she came hard... with another furtive glance she pulled her hand from her pussy and sucked the juices off of it.

That night when she went back to the room, no one was there. Disappointed and relieved at the same time, she crawled into bed.



Roomies Ch. 03



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Audra was nervously surprised at how fast she found herself lustfully longing for the barely clothed beauty now sitting next to her on the bed. She had been admiring every inch of Lesli's sleek, supple curves, and could feel the raw sexual energy her bronzed body exuded. It poured off every move she made, and Audra found herself intoxicated with the sheer exotic pleasure of the nasty, dirty images in her head. Of course, this went against her entire upbringing; her father had paid for the finest finishing schools that money could buy, but what would Daddy think if he knew that his "little princess" was here at college pondering another erotic exchange with another girl? Audra brushed these crazy, rapid thoughts aside as she kept up the conversation with Lesli.

"Whatdya say?"

"Nothing. So, if you don't mind me asking, just what nationality is your family? I mean, you seem to have a really great tan, and I just can't see that as coming from a tanning salon."

Lesli recognized the seemingly innocuous comment for what it truly was, a come-on, and knew her first taste of soft, Southern flesh was within her grasp, if only she played her cards right.

"My mother is Dominican; she met my father, a Brazilian, while vacationing in Rio de Janiero during college spring break. They spent a week making love in the waves of a secluded beach, and when she returned home to the States, she realized by the end of the semester that she was pregnant with me. She dropped out of college to raise me, a single mom at 19. She married my step dad when I was 7, but he's pretty white." She laughed softly. "I still love him a lot, even if he can't tan for shit."

Both girls laughed, but there was something tangible in the air, a sexual tension building like a storm between them. Lesli savored the feeling; much like one of the great jungle cats from her father's home, she enjoyed the hunt, every tease and nuance pushing her to the sexual limits, driving her to that moment of attack, and then the glorious afterglow from another sexual conquest. She wanted this tension to last. She locked eyes with Audra, her lips slightly parted as she slowly ran her tongue across the inside of her bottom lip, then pushed off the bed and sauntered over to her dresser, bending down to a bottom drawer to retrieve a pair of form-fitting hip-huggers. She could feel Audra's eyes burning into her body like heat from the sun on the beach, and she reveled in that feeling of sensual desire. A quick glance over her shoulder caught Audra off guard, and she flustered as she turned back to her webpage recipes. Lesli smirked. This was definitely going to be a stimulating semester.

Tara and a now frustrated Bryan arrived at the Crate, and met up with Bryan's friends. He introduced her, and then mentioned that one of the guys on his team bartends here, so the whole team comes here to party. Bryan walked over to the bar and grabbed a handful of Coronas from the bartender, then set them on the group's table. Tara excused herself to use the bathroom, and the guys started in on Bryan. 

"So that's your girl? Damn, dude, she's fucking hot!"

"Yeah, I know," Bryan smirked.

"Man, she's so tiny! I bet you could spin her like a top on your dick," said another.

"Hey man! Don't talk about her like that!" Bryan jumped off his barstool, but the guys jumped in between them. The group calmed down and began watching a game on the TVs near the bar while they chugged down their beers. Tara returned from the bathroom, determined to take over the show, but to her dismay, the group's attention was firmly fixed on the football game, which the local favorite Philadelphia Eagles were winning. Tara stole Bryan's beer and downed it, then made him go grab a few more.

As she stole his barstool, she tugged at her plaid mini-skirt, making sure at least three quarters of her thighs were showing and that it was barely covering her panty-covered pussy lips. She noticed Bryan's friend, Danny, staring at her tits out of the corner of her eye. Possibilities, she thought.

The group eventually moved to a larger table to fit everyone, and though she kept rubbing her legs against Bryan's, he didn't seem to be responding, so she knew she needed to take things to the next level. She decided to throw out the idea of a movie, especially since she wasn't planning on watching it anyways. A DJ had shown up during their meal, and Tara adapted to the new situation.

A good dance tune began to play, so Tara downed her Corona and with a sidelong glance at Danny, announced to Bryan and the group that she wanted to dance. Bryan was mid-bite, and simply glanced at her and said, "You know I don't dance; besides, I'm trying to eat here."

"But I want to dance!" she pouted, exaggerating her level of intoxication.

"Then go dance," said Bryan.

"Come dance with me."

"No, I'm eating."

"Fine!" Tara kicked back her chair. "Who wants to dance with me?" She glanced at Danny. After a second, he stood up. "I'll dance with you, if that's cool with Bryan." Tara didn't even wait for a response from her boyfriend. She snatched Danny by the arm and led him over to the small dance floor. Some of Bryan's friends were watching, so as they hit the floor, she started throwing out some provocative moves. As she turned to grind her ass against Danny, she noted the increasing attention, not just from their table, but from around the room.

Danny was, surprisingly, a fairly good dancer, and their bodies smoothly intertwined as they writhed to and fro on the dance floor. Tara, feeling both the alcohol in her tiny body and the desire to make Bryan insanely jealous, was all over Danny, and he, in return, was eating it up, hook, line and sinker. That will teach him to ignore me, she thought. Despite their difference in height, Tara was able to feel Danny's cock starting to harden as she rubbed him up and down her rear and back. She raised her arms above her head, and he ran his hands down her sides, his fingertips grazing the soft edges of her tit flesh. As he found her waist, he grabbed hold of her and pulled her even closer, and Tara shuddered as his warm breath blew softly across her neck. Danny waited until he thought enough of the dance crowd hid the two of them from prying eyes at their table, then started placing little kisses on the back of her neck. She closed her eyes, reveling in the drunkenness and wanton abandonment of the situation. It was a huge turn-on, and she knew she was starting to get wet. As the song set wound down, she shoved off of Danny.

"Thanks for the dance; you're pretty good, you know?"

"It's pretty easy to dance with a girl as hot as you," he replied.

"Well thanks, but I need another beer. Besides, Bryan is probably waiting." She wobbled her way back to the table, where Bryan was sitting with an amused grin. He handed her another bottle of Corona, and leaned closer to whisper in her ear.

"You play drunk slut pretty well."

"Baby, this is just playing drunk." She nuzzled closer to him, reaching over to rub his dick. "But I can work on the slut part next." Bryan moaned into her ear as she stroked him through his jeans, and she kissed his cheek.

"God, girl, you have been teasing me all night! I don't know how much more I can take."

"Well, do you know a place we can go so you can take me?"

"Wanna leave?"

"No, right here, right now; I need you inside of me!" Tara stood up, taking Bryan by the hand. "Let's go, I have an idea." With that, she turned toward the restrooms and almost dragged him off his seat.



Roomies Ch. 04



For the next few weeks Shannon and Erin could barely talk to each other... not because either of them were angry about Erin walking in on Shannon and Christie, but because they were both so embarrassed. All the conversations were rather stilted and overly polite, as if neither of them were sure how to address the other. For Erin's part though, hidden under the excess of manners, she was still burning with curiosity and desires that she didn't quite understand.

Christie hadn't been back to the room since, and Erin wasn't sure if it was to make sure that there would be no repeat event or because Shannon and Christie were through. Deep down she was hoping for the latter, although with the current state of things she didn't really feel as though she could ask Shannon. It might seem as if she was making a judgement or something if she did, and that was certainly something she didn't want to make Shannon feel. Things were already uncomfortable as it was!

The repercussions had been so embarrassing that Erin was even finding it hard to masturbate secretly to Shannon's videos... after all, what if the same thing happened and Shannon came in to find her doing that! Who knows what that might do to their already somewhat strained relationship... after awhile though she started to relax. After all, neither of them seemed to be very interested in skipping class lately... you never knew when the other one would too! Still, as time went on her curiosity and horniness overcame the fear of being caught. Shannon probably wouldn't be skipping classes any time soon anyway, she was the one to suffer the most from the embarrassment after all. Chances were she'd learned her lesson the most thoroughly.

So Erin started watching the porn again, masturbating furiously as she also remembered the way Shannon and Christie had been set up in the room. Christie buried in Shannon's pussy, completely oblivious to their surroundings as she licked furiously between Shannon's thighs. The way Shannon's breasts had been heaving below her flushed face, her hands entwined in Christie's hair for extra support. Erin's fingers thrummed faster on her clit as she pictured herself in Christie's place, licking at Shannon's slit, hearing Shannon moan for her. As the picture on the screen changed, the scenario in her head changed with it.

Now she was flat on her back with Shannon kneeling over her, the other girl's fingers deep in her pussy and pounding her hard. Erin's back arched as she invaded her pussy with her own fingers, imagining that they were Shannon's, rough and questing inside her. With a lusty moan she came, her pussy clenching down as she thrashed on the bed, almost feeling Shannon kneeling between her thighs. 

Panting, she decided that this was her best fantasy yet. Although walking in on Shannon and Christie like that had been extremely embarrassing, it definitely had some benefits, in the way of better realized sexual fantasies. Before this she could only imagine what Shannon looked like when she was having sex, now she KNEW. 

Glancing at the clock she realized she was going to be late for her next class - and this was one that she definitely couldn't afford to miss. Jumping out of bed she stuck her fingers in her mouth, sucking the juices off quickly as she grabbed her things and threw them into her school bag.  Rushing to the door she quickly closed and locked it and ran down the hall. It never occurred to her that she'd forgotten to take the movie out of the VCR, or that Shannon would be back in the room before her. 

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When Erin came back into the room she was whistling cheerfully, somehow she felt much less awkward than she had before. Shannon was just sitting there on her bed with her back turned, it looked as though she was reading something. Closing the door Erin dropped her bag and went over to undress and grab her robe; she needed a shower after that pilates class!

"Were you watching this?" Shannon had turned to her and was holding out a very familiar looking video tape. Erin froze, her shirt off and hanging in her hand, standing in nothing but her sports bra and panties; she tried to say something, some kind of denial, but it didn't seem as though her voice was working. Instead she just stood there with an expression of obvious guilt on her face.

Shannon stood up and walked towards her, Erin took a step back nervously and then stood her ground as her roommate got closer and closer. She didn't look mad... so Erin had no idea what was going on. When Shannon was only a few inches away from Erin, her eyes were inspecting Erin's face all over, they stood there for a few moments. And then Shannon leaned forward. Erin's breath caught in her throat as Shannon's lips came down on hers, she didn't know what to do.

Soft, warm, gentle... incredibly gentle... Erin's eyes sank closed and she parted her lips as Shannon's tongue pressed into her mouth. For a moment everything was incredible... and then Shannon moved closer and their breasts pressed together.

"LESBIAN!" shrieked something in her head, an echo of the taunts from the other girls at high school. Was she? Was she?

She didn't know and she wasn't sure that she was ready to find out.

Erin pulled away, "I have to... I have to- I need a shower..." she gasped out, stuttering.

Grabbing her robe and towel she rushed out of the room, leaving behind a very confused and hurt-looking roommate.  



Roomies Ch. 04



The morning would have been painfully awkward had I stayed around to see Angie and Ryan wake. Instead, I slipped out of bed and packed some clothes, headed to the campus rec center to shower, and basically tried to pretend it was just another day. That I hadn't just fucked my roommate and my best friend.

It was hard to forget, though. The taste of Angie's sweet juices still mingled with the tang of Ryan's seed on my tongue. I crammed my mouth full of spearmint gum before each class, desperately trying to get my mind off what had happened. It wasn't that I felt guilty, but rather that I didn't know exactly how the others were going to feel about it. Would they have regrets? Would Angie and I still be as close as we were before?

That was the scariest proposition, that I might lose Angie as both a lover and a friend. I had known her my whole life, had been in love without realizing it for many years. I couldn't lose her now, not because of some stupid sex thing. Her beautiful face, hardened by years of abuse by the world, floated on my mind's eye. How I longed to make her happy...something so few people had cared to do in her nineteen years.

"Miss Sterling," Professor Russell called out, having caught me daydreaming in Lit class, "perhaps you have something to add on the subject of Rossetti's poetry?"

I froze. "Sir?" I said. "Sorry, my...uh...mind was wandering, Sir."

"Moving on," he said, giving me a look of warning. I buried my reddening face in my palms. Forgetting about last night was going to be impossible.

When lunchtime rolled around, I debated not going to the cafeteria, knowing Angie would be there. We had been eating together there since we were freshmen. As much as I considered not going, however, there was no way I would ever stand up my best friend...not even to hide from her.

Upon entering the spacious, sparsely populated cafeteria (the food was crap), I immediately spotted Angie. She was dressed in a red tank top, black bra straps showing, and ratty jeans, and was bending over, her hands on one of the tables, and her face characteristically angry. She was shouting at some girl I didn't recognize. I waited, still unsure as to how I was going to face her.

After a few moments, the girl Angie was yelling at burst into tears, and Angie stood up, satisfied. She looked toward the door, obviously wondering if she'd missed my entrance, and scanned the crowd for me, her dark brown eyes searching the faces of the few patrons. I waved.

"'Bout time you got here," she said, walking up to me, her hands in her back pockets. Her lean, fit body swayed as she walked, and I couldn't help but watch, enraptured by every twitch of muscle on her bare arms, and by every swish of her long, free-flowing, black hair.

Oh god, I thought, not now. I felt my nipples hardening, pinching against the fabric of my bra. Holy shit, I was getting horny again. I willed myself back to coherence.

"Angie," I said. "We...need to talk."

Angie sighed, putting a hand on her hip. I had kissed that bare hip just a matter of hours ago, had savored the soft skin of it, the warm taste of it...

"Well, talk," Angie commanded, taking me by the arm and leading me over to a table. She straddled a chair, facing me as I sat, and stared across the table expectantly.

"Angie," I whispered, leaning in. "What happened last night?"

Her dark eyes narrowed. "What the hell are you talking about?"

I shook my head. I should've known she would be difficult about it. "Damn it, Angie," I hissed softly, "we had sex. With Ryan. And...you know, each other."

Angie sat a little straighter, realization creeping over her features. "Holy shit, Mel," she chuckled. "Are we gonna have to philosophize about this shit the rest of our fucking lives? Shit, you'd think we killed somebody."

"I licked your pussy," I said defensively. "That's a pretty big deal for our relationship, isn't it?"

"'Relationship?'" Angie asked. "What are we, on a reality show or somethin'?"

"Angie, I'm serious," I objected. "I...I really think we need to explore how this affects things."

"Alright," Angie agreed, leaning back. "Let's explore." She crossed her arms. "Would you do it again?"

I didn't have to think about it, but I pretended to. "Yes," I said.

"Did you say anything that you wanna take back now?"

I sighed. "No, not a thing."

Angie leaned in again. "Then kiss me."

"I can't," I said. "Not here." Every nerve of my body screamed at me to do it, begged me to give in to the carnal desire that Angie unwittingly had provoked in me. I resisted.

"Fucking stop thinking about it, and just do it," Angie growled. She climbed over the table on all fours, and kissed me.

After she'd begun the kiss, I was powerless to resist. My arms wrapped themselves around her neck and I melted into her. All doubt faded away amidst gasps and whoops from our fellow patrons. I loved my Angie, and she loved me. For now, it was all I needed.

"We're skipping class," she said.

We barely made it back to my house before tearing into each other. Angie began by wrestling me down onto the couch. Once she had me on my back, she pulled out a scoring knife, one of the many sculpting devices she, an art student, routinely carried in her pockets, and shredded the front of my shirt with it. Without pause, she also cut off my bra, exposing my large, bare, pink titties.

"Fucking veiny-ass tits," Angie joked, pressing down on top of me, her lips finding the nape of my neck and suckling at my earlobe. Her calloused hands, roughened by the forge-work that was required for the metal sculptures she made from scratch, somehow seemed baby soft as they caressed my face and shoulders. The warmth of her lean body felt wonderful, exposed as I was to the cool air of the den.

"Wait!" I cried, a thought suddenly hitting me. "Is Ryan here?" I tried to listen, but Angie kept slurping at my neck.

"If that fucker was here," she answered between kisses, "he'd already have his dick up your ass, knowing him."

I burst out laughing, growing more and more giddy with every nuzzling kiss. Finally, I wrapped my arms around Angie and slid my hands beneath the fabric of her tank top. After only a second or two of searching, I found and unfastened her bra strap.

Angie acknowledged the cue and sat up, straddling my midsection. She pulled off the top and shrugged out of the black lace beneath it. Her small breasts were the perfect complement to her toned stomach and round-capped shoulders. Her hands went to my tits, caressing and kneading the soft flesh.

"Angie," I moaned, breaking the silence that had settled in over several minutes of playful fondling.

"What is it, babe?" she responded, tickling my tummy with one hand while lightly pinching one of my tender nipples with the other.

"Spank me," I said.

"What the hell!" she laughed.

"No, really," I pleaded. "Spank me."

"Alright," she shrugged, sliding off me and standing. She took my hand as I rose beside her. I pressed my body against hers, our lips and bare breasts meeting all at once, sending shivers of delight throughout my body.

"Oh, Melissa," Angie breathed, breaking our long, languid kiss. "You are so fucking sexy." I could feel her loosening my pink cloth belt and undoing my jeans. "Now, drop 'em."

I obeyed, pushing my jeans and panties down to my ankles. I stood before my new true love practically naked, my shaven pubic mound covered by my hands.

Angie pulled me to her again, and I felt her hard brown nipples scratching against my chest as we kissed with a growing passion. Her hands pushed mine aside, and she caressed the delicate folds of my labia, tickling and teasing me as our tongues played with one another.

After an all-too-short make-out session, Angie pulled away again. She sat down in the center of the couch, and patted her thighs in invitation. "Well," she said, "get down here and present that ass."

I took the opportunity to slide out of my shoes and peel off the last bits of clothing that clung to my ankles before I lay face-down on the couch. My stomach came to rest in Angie's lap, and I arched my naked behind toward her. I felt a rush of cool air flow between my thighs, caressing my exposed cunt, and I gasped with delight.

Angie's hands wandered over my back and thighs, then explored the flesh of my round cheeks. I buried my face into a throw pillow and let my body relax, enjoying the sensation of my best friend's soft touch fluttering over my nude body.

Smack! A jolt of pain shot through me as Angie's palm impacted the unprotected skin of my ass.

"Yes!" I shrieked involuntarily, driven mad with desire at the sudden rush of sensation. I hadn't expected it to hurt so much, nor to feel so damn good. "Do it again!"

"Don't fucking tell me what to do, bitch!" Angie growled, giving me another stinging whack. Just as I was about to cry out in pleasure, yet another blow landed, then another and another. She was spanking the hell out of me.

"Unnnggg!" was all I managed to say, as every nerve in my body fired at once, taking in the waves of pleasure and pain that emanated from my reddening ass. Angie kept punishing me, and even roughly shoved a finger deep into my pussy as she did so.

Wave upon wave of sensation crashed against me, with ever more intensity with every slap she gave me. I knew it wouldn't be long before I climaxed, but I wasn't prepared for it to happen as soon as it did.

"Angie!" I wailed, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Oh god Angieeee!" Every muscle in my body tensed as my orgasm grabbed hold of me. I gasped and shrieked in ecstasy, the sound of my lover's hand smacking against my bottom echoing in my ears, though nearly drowned out by my cries. My pussy clenched around her long, delicate finger, and I pressed my clit hard against her knuckle.

I didn't come down from my orgasm for several long minutes, and Angie dutifully punished my ass the whole time. As I eventually calmed down, going limp in Angie's lap, her smacks became gentle caresses against the tender surface of my ravaged bottom. I sobbed and whimpered into my pillow as the last vestiges of the immense orgasm swirled inside me and gently faded away. The finger inside my hole remained there, probing and pleasuring.

"That's my girl," Angie cooed, fingering my naked cunt. I felt a second finger slide inside. "Nice an' slick for mommy."

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I chanted, my quivering pussy already reawakening to this new stimulus. "Don't stop, baby, don't stop." Her fingers slid in and out of me, curling at just the right angle to tickle my g-spot.

"Don't stop what, babe?" she asked, sinking ever deeper. Her thumb pressed against my nub.

"Don't stop fucking me," I pleaded. "Don't ever stop fucking me. Don't ever stop...ngh!" I felt another climax coming fast. I realized that, of all the people I knew, Angie probably knew the most about my body. We'd grown into women together, endured puberty together, and had freely shared every bit of information about our bodies through the years. No wonder she could please me so well; tease me so well.

"Don't worry, baby," Angie responded, the gravelly, throaty voice she normally used softening into a comforting lilt. "I'll always be around to fuck my girl." She fingered me faster and faster, deeper and deeper, while her thumb massaged my tingling clit.

"I'm gonna cum again!" I squealed, clawing at the fabric of the couch. It seemed like forever before the pleasure reached critical mass and I climaxed. I screamed into the pillow so hard that my lungs ached. My whole body was on fire as my sweet Angie finger-fucked my spasming hole. Just as I was coming down again, she suddenly spanked my tender ass again, and my orgasm began anew, this time with an added fierceness.

"Oh yeaahh!" Angie hissed, fucking and spanking me simultaneously. "Keep cumming, keep cumming! Don't you fucking stop cumming until I fucking tell you to!" My body was having no problem obliging her, as one orgasm ended, another began with each slap of her hand on my naked skin. My voice cracked and caught in my throat, I was wailing so loudly.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, my body went completely numb, refusing to accept anymore stimulation. I curled up into a fetal position, rolling off Angie's lap and onto the soft-carpeted floor.

"Oh fuck, I killed her!" Angie laughed, dropping off the couch and onto her knees. She pulled me up into a semi-sitting position and cradled me against her, situating my head in the cleavage of her bare breasts. "You feel better?" she asked.

I couldn't even begin to speak. I just whimpered. My behind was on fire, the pain from Angie's relentless punishment aggravated by the brush of the carpet fibers against injured skin.

Angie kissed my forehead and stroked my hair. After several minutes of cradling, she helped me to my feet and walked me to my bedroom. I slid into bed on my stomach, leaving my tortured ass exposed to the soothing cool air, and rested my cheek on my favorite feather pillow. I saw Angie standing beside the bed, slipping out of those ratty jeans, leaving only black lacy panties covering her. Her tan, athletic, near-naked body looked so beautiful, as the few rays of daylight that managed to slip through the window blinds caressed the crisp contours of her toned form.

She slid into bed beside me, draping an arm over my bare back, playfully scratching my skin. Her head came to rest directly beside mine, and we gazed into one another's eyes lovingly, breathed in one another's breath.

I must have fallen asleep. When I awoke, the room was pitch black, and I sensed that Angie was gone. My butt felt a little better, so I wriggled out of bed and went in search of my absent girlfriend. I searched the entire house, but there was no sign of her. By the time I thought to put some clothes on and check outside, I heard the front door open. Realizing it might be Ryan, and that I would probably look a bit foolish wandering the house naked and disoriented, I hurried back to my room.

"Just me, babe," I heard Angie say, slamming the door in her usual manner.

I breathed a sigh of relief and came out of hiding. She was wearing those jeans again, along with one of Ryan's t-shirts, which was much too large for her. "Where'd you go?" I asked, scratching my bare tummy.

"Went to get something for your ass," Angie said, holding up a plastic bag with the emblem of the local drugstore painted on it. She reached inside and produced a small bottle of cream.

"Oh, cool, thanks," I said, reaching for it.

"Ah ah ah," she said, holding it out of reach. "I get to put in on, since I did the damage."

I smiled. It was an inviting proposition.

"Go on," Angie said, "get in there."

We tumbled into bed together, Angie trying to position me to receive my cream rub-down while I tugged her clothes off. I finally succeeded in getting her naked and, having accomplished that mission, obediently draped my soft tummy over my girl's hard abdomen.

"Babe, you came so much from that shit," Angie commented, picking at the safety seal of the bottle of cream.

"Yeah, I know," I said. "The idea just came to me...I had no idea it would feel so awesome."

"I hope it was worth havin' a bruised ass for the rest of the week," she chuckled, squirting a glob of the cream onto her palm and applying it to my naked bottom. I gasped as the cool substance met my red hot behind, but after the initial shock, it felt so soothing that I sighed contentedly.

"Oh, Anj, that feels so good," I whimpered. "You can spank me anytime, baby. I'll deal with the aftereffects, 'specially if they feel like this."

"You got it," Angie agreed. Her hands caressed my bottom with a gentleness that one would think her incapable of, given her usually gruff demeanor. It was one of the special things between us, that I, and only I, ever got to see the softer side of this beautiful person.

Damn me, I fell asleep again. When I woke, I realized Angie had somehow gotten out from under me and was lying beside me again, still asleep herself. I reached for her, my hand tracing the lines of her body. I stroked her bare thighs and ran my fingers through the soft tuft of pubic hair that nestled between them. I realized only now that, in all that had happened, I hadn't even thought to see to Angie's pleasure, the poor thing. I resolved to remedy that situation right away.

Sliding beneath the sheets that covered us up to our waists, I carefully parted my lover's long, slender legs and planted kisses all along her smooth inner thighs. The lingering scent of arousal rose heavily from Angie's exposed pussy, making me feel all the more guilty that I hadn't considered returning the favor sooner...she'd obviously very turned on by the whole thing.

I lunged forward, taking her labia into my mouth, suckling gently on the long folds, savoring the taste. It was like food to a starving man. In a day's time I had managed to forget how delicious my best friend's pussy tasted. I wondered if every pussy tasted this good. No way, not even possible! What a world that would be!

Angie moaned and grunted in her sleep, shifting her body, unconsciously spreading her thighs and presenting her naked slit for my inspection. I allowed my tongue to tease her little hole, slowly working it inside, tongue-fucking her as best I could; she was so tight I had to strain to break through the resistance.

"Oh fuck," I heard Angie say suddenly, informing me that she was awake. I felt her fingers interlace with strands of my hair, as she gently pressed my face into her pussy while gyrating her hips. The movement caused her wet naked cunt to grind all over my face, drenching me in her juices.

I giggled, intoxicated by the wonderful feeling of having a face-full of tasty pussy. My finger found its way to her hole, and, knowing how Angie liked her sex kind of rough, I pushed it in all the way.

"God damn it!" Angie squealed, writhing in ecstasy. I finger-fucked her furiously, pressing my tongue hard against her exposed clit, keeping slick, wet pressure on it as I explored her depths. Waiting only a few moments for her to come down off the initial high, I added a second finger alongside the first, stretching her tight little hole.

"Fuck, yes!" she shrieked. "Fuckin' fuck me, Melissa! Aagh!" Her fingers tightened around locks of my hair, pulling on them painfully, while still pressing my face harder and harder against her. Her dirty talk was turning me on so much that my free hand went immediately to my own moist slit, and I pleasured myself while pleasuring her. I decided to push things a bit further.

Moaning into her cunt, I added a third finger. It took several minutes of pressure before I could get it in. It must have hurt, but Angie just groaned with intensified pleasure as I slid practically half my hand in and out of her. After a few minutes of this, Angie fell silent, making only periodic whimpering sounds. I peeked from under the covers. Her face still betrayed he ecstasy she was experiencing. I realized she was preparing for an orgasm. On a whim, I gave her clit a last loving kiss and withdrew my fingers from her.

I tossed the covers off, coming to a sitting position. Angie's eyes were on me; she was obviously frustrated that I'd stopped fingering right before she came. I had a wonderful consolation prize in store. I scooted close to her, my legs intertwining with hers, and pressed my naked pussy to hers. I began grinding my clit against hers, pressing myself hard against her in order to get the full effect.

"Oh yeahh," Angie growled, smiling with delight, just the reaction I'd hoped for. Her eyes were locked onto my pubic area, watching as my pussy tribbed against hers. I watched her gaze wander over me, appraising my pale white thighs, my hanging pink breasts, the look of sheer ecstasy that must have been plastered on my face.




Roomies Ch. 04



She went over the edge all of a sudden, it seemed. I felt her body tense beneath me, and she let out a low groan that was so primal that just hearing it conjured an orgasm in me, coming on just as quickly.

"Oh, oh oh," Angie chanted, gyrating her hips against mine, throwing her arms our to either side of her, her brown tits stretching flat against her chest. Her abs flexed deliciously, the perfect blend of womanly curves and lean muscle. Just the sight of her beautiful body urged on my own to respond. I started to squeal, relishing the feeling of my slickness against my sweet Angie's slickness. She must have had the same idea, her grunts and groans turning into high-pitched chirps.

We shared an orgasm. Angie's body writhed against mine, but I was too overcome with sensation to writhe in return. Our wet pussies drenched one another in our mingled juices, just as our screams mingled into one long howl of pleasure. We were cumming for almost a whole minute before coming down. I flopped forward onto Angie, my full, hanging tits draping over her smaller ones. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, panting and whimpering as the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed.

Angie cradled me for a few moments, then pulled my face from her neck, planting a kiss on my quivering lips. "Oh god, babe," she cooed, "I love you so much. I love you so fuckin' much." She peppered my face with kisses as she repeated the phrase over and over, obviously still awash with pleasure.

"I love you, too, Anj," I said, pressing my forehead gently against hers. We kissed passionately once again, each caressing the other's body.

I finally rolled off her, and we lay beside one another, gazing into each other's eyes. This time, we were both satisfied. Eventually, her big brown eyes glazed over, and her eyelids closed over them. She was asleep.

I stayed awake this time, for a little while. How foolish I felt, remembering how badly I'd worried over this whole thing all day long. I resolved to take Angie's advice and never again over-dramatize a love that was so natural. I stroked her hair, the physical pleasure of the past few hours giving way to the emotional pleasure of just being with my best friend, my one true love. Together, nothing between us, not even a stitch of clothing, that was the most wonderful feeling. The morning would bring another day of classes, and Angie would put on her gruff demeanor once more, but I would always know-- had always known-- the depth of compassion and love that ran beneath that facade. It was her gift to me, and mine to her.

"I love you, my Angie," I whispered, and faded off to sleep, my sweet darling's serene face lingering in those last fleeting thoughts before the darkness of unconsciousness.



Roomies Ch. 05



The week after Erin's blunder was worse than she could ever imagine. Now it was quite obvious that Shannon wasn't exactly angry, but that she was very hurt by Erin's rejection. There were no new girls brought back to the room though, something that Erin was profoundly grateful for even though it made her feel even worse in some ways. Her own heart was in turmoil, not knowing what she wanted or whether she wanted it...

Was it just that she was still influenced by the idiocies and bigotries of her small town? She'd thought that she'd grown out of that at this much more open-minded college, in fact that was one of the things that she liked about this place. People could be who they were instead of trying to always pretend they were something else, someone else. There were the people who poked and teased, but they were the minority here. In fact, a lot of the people here looked down on them for being so narrow-minded. 

Deep down, was she one of those narrow-minded people? When she looked at her behavior since getting to school, she could see almost clear cut signs that she was more attracted to girls than boys... was that something that she still thought she should be ashamed of? Right when she'd had the chance to fulfill her fantasies from the past couple months, she'd pulled away. That wasn't really something to be proud of, because she knew that it was something she wanted. If she didn't want it she wouldn't have been thinking about it all the time.

So why couldn't she go for what she wanted? Why had she freaked?

About the only question she knew the answer to was why it hurt her so much to see Shannon hurting. And she knew that she'd done it, that it was her fault. Of all the ways to be unsure about her sexuality, that had to be the worst. She'd actually hurt someone that she really cared about, and not just in a romantic kind of way. Shannon had been her first friend here, the first person to try and drag her out of her shell... and she'd repaid her by freaking out when it was something she'd actually wanted. 

Erin wanted to bang her head against her desk. To make matters worse, Shannon was talking to her even less than they had after Erin had caught Shannon and Christie having sex. And whenever Shannon did talk to her it was in a quiet kind of way, almost as though she was afraid of suffering another rejection. Erin didn't know how to make things better, she wasn't brave enough to just step forward and kiss Shannon, and she wasn't even sure if that was what Shannon wanted. With things the way they were, she also didn't feel comfortable bringing up her thoughts about her sexuality with her roommate. So instead they were pretty much avoiding each other, although Erin couldn't stop trying to think of ways to make things better. It was driving her crazy.

One night she was lying in bed, just thinking... she kept turning her head to look at Shannon's still form under the covers. Erin's mind drifted back to the night that Shannon had come home drunk and had sex while Erin was just a few feet away... whether or not Shannon had ever realized. Suddenly, before she even really knew what she was doing, Erin was tossing back the covers and walking over towards Shannon's bed.

With her heart pounding in her chest, Erin looked down at her sleeping roommate, the moonlight playing across Shannon's features. Moving slowly, carefully, she peeled the covers back. Shannon's nightshirt had ridden up to her hips. Gently, Erin began to pull Shannon's underwear off... the sleeping girl shifted in her sleep and sighed. Freezing for a moment, Erin watched for any signs of Shannon waking... she didn't know how to explain their current positions because she wasn't even sure what she was doing. When Shannon didn't move, Erin finished pulling her underwear off and looked down at the bared pussy.

It was pink, smooth... lips slightly parted and even glistening a little. Her curiosity leapt... wondering what it would taste like on her tongue. The same as her own pussy? Different? Very carefully, making sure not to disturb her roommate, she got onto the bed between Shannon's parted thighs and leaned in for a closer look. The sweet aroma filled her nose and she couldn't help but let one finger graze along Shannon's smooth thigh and into the juices of her slit. Pulling it away, Erin sucked on her finger, tasting a slightly different taste than her own pussy... but not unpleasant at all.

For a moment she hesitated... and then she decided that she might as well go for it. Perhaps she'd known what she was doing from the moment she'd gotten up out of her bed... maybe not, but either way here she was. She leaned forward and gave Shannon's pussy a long lick up the center, and then leaned in some more, eager to taste more of the sweet juices that were collected there. It was soft and yielding, little crevices for her tongue to explore.

Shannon moaned and her hips lifted, making it even more exciting as she responded to Erin's novice, but enthusiastic, licking. A few moments later Shannon's eyes fluttered and she looked down in disbelief through the darkness at the familiar head between her thighs.

"Erin?..." she whispered, and for a moment Erin paused, fear freezing her heart, but then Shannon's hands were on her head and she began eating even more furiously. Shannon's back arched and she cried out as Erin sucked her pussy lips into her mouth, nibbling on them gently and pulling slightly with her teeth. Releasing them she started licking up the center of Shannon's slit again, her stabbing tongue finding its way into Shannon's pussy hole. The other girl's hips went up in the air again as she moaned, her hands tightening in Erin's hair with passion.

Erin was new to this, but she managed to find her way around Shannon's pussy, making new discoveries constantly with her tongue and lips. Eventually her circling tongue made its rounds around Shannon's clit, and the response was electric. Immediately Erin began sucking on the little nubbin, knowing that Shannon must be close to orgasm... her moans were increasing at a steady rate. When Erin bit down on her clit, she screamed and her hands pulled Erin's mouth firmly into her muff as she shook, thrashing a little on the bed while her thighs pressed against Erin's shoulders. 

Feeling a surge of exhilarating triumph, Erin continued to lick at the orgasmic juices that flowed from Shannon's pussy.

A few moments later, Shannon had pulled Erin up beside her, looking deep into her eyes. Although her cheeks were flushed from the pleasure, her face was entirely serious. Erin blushed at the intense scrutiny, already starting to regret her actions, feeling sure that she was about to be rejected, just as she had rejected Shannon.

Instead, "What do you want?" asked Shannon.

It wasn't what Erin had expected, and she paused, not really knowing how to put her desires into words, "I want... I want you. And I want to do things with you... and I want... I want what you did with Christie, where you talked dirty to her... and... and told her what to do. I want you to tell me what to do. And I want to cum on your fingers... and I want to please you..." she was getting caught up in her words, they were coming faster, spilling out of her mouth, until Shannon put a finger to her lips.  

"You want to be a good little girl?" Shannon's voice was quiet, and its intensity made Erin shiver, "You want to be MY good little girl?" Erin nodded, not wanting to talk since Shannon's finger was still at her lips.

Shannon looked at her, studying and contemplating. Erin tried to put all of her earnestness and desires into her eyes, she really did want Shannon and she wanted everything that she'd seen Shannon doing with other girls... and more. She wanted to explore some of her other fantasies, her perverse desires, the things that good girls from small towns didn't talk about. 

Leaning forward, Shannon kissed her again. This time Erin accepted the kiss, and didn't pull away as Shannon pulled her against her. Shannon's hand went up to her breasts, squeezing them gently and then roughly, tugging on Erin's nipples and pinching them a little. It hurt, but it also felt good, almost as though it was something that she needed to feel... her pussy was already burning with fire and the pleasure/pain made it feel like she had an unbearable itch that needed scratching. Writhing a little in Shannon's arms, her legs spread as Shannon reached down, pressing the flat of her hand against Erin's heated pussy.

A moment later two fingers were spearing into her, roughly pushing upwards into her pussy and against her g-spot. Erin gasped against Shannon's lips, her body arching with surprise and expectation. Closing her thighs over Shannon's hand, she could feel the heel of Shannon's palm rubbing against her clit as the fingers inside her wriggled spasmodically. Humping against her hand, Erin could feel the heat inside her rising quickly; the fantasies in her head were swept away by the much more intense reality. 

Their lips parted and Erin leaned her head forward onto Shannon's shoulder, clutching at her and whimpering as unaccustomed ecstacy washed over her. Shannon's voice whispered in her ear.

"Good girl Erin... can you feel my fingers inside you? You want to cum on my fingers don't you... don't you... you're a little slut aren't you? You're my little slut... crawling into my bed in the middle of the night. Horny little girl..." A third finger pushed its way into Erin's hole, slightly painful and stretching... she gasped in pleasure. "Fuck my fingers... fuck them you horny little lesbian..." Erin could feel the pleasure mounting as Shannon degraded her verbally, her voice filled with loving tenderness despite the harsh words, "Cum for me little Erin... cum on my fingers..."

With a choking moan Erin tensed, her thighs squeezing Shannon's hand tightly as she came, shaking as tears sparked in her eyes at the intensity of the orgasm. Gasping, she clung to Shannon until her body relaxed. Shannon put her soaking fingers to Erin's lips, and she cleaned them dutifully; although her body was still shaking.

Taking Erin into her arms, Shannon stroked her back and hair, murmuring reassurances, telling her not to be frightened. Erin was scared... both of the repercussions of the night and that she might lose Shannon now that the sex was over. Unsure on so many levels, Erin shook in Shannon's arms, clinging to her as her heart pounded. Patiently Shannon soothed her, until Erin finally completely relaxed and fell asleep, her head nestled on Shannon's breast.

The next morning Erin awoke to see Shannon smiling down at her, "Good morning beautiful."



Roomies Ch. 05



Things went much more smoothly after that. Over the course of the next month or so, word inevitably got around about Angie and me, much to the disgust of the female class body and much to the delight of the male. Of course, Angie, never one to bow to public opinion, openly flaunted it. I can't tell you how many times I caught her writing "Angie's bitch" on some part of my body or clothing while sitting behind me in class.

But I had resolved to be okay with it, and I was. It was so liberating to be able to walk over to Angie on campus, throw my arms around her, and give her a loving kiss, instead of resisting the urge as I'd done before. She obviously felt the same liberation, and it softened her hard-edged demeanor. A circle of friends even began to form around her, women and men who admired her spirit and loved her spunk the same way I did.

Amid all this, however, a loose end dangled. As much as Angie and I loved one another, neither of us was anywhere near being a lesbian. Bisexuality meant that while we loved the pussy, we would never abandon our first love...dick.

And a fine representative of our dilemma, our roommate Ryan, was ever-present in our lives. He had been the catalyst for our first bout of lovemaking, had enjoyed our bodies as we first enjoyed each other's, but although he must have noticed how close Angie and I had become, he never once seemed jealous or otherwise willing to intercede. Neither of us girls had even slept with him since that first time. We knew, however, that we had to make room for him in our relationship...but the question was, did he want us to?

Thus was the project begun. We would test him, and see how far he was willing to go with us. And if need be, we would seduce him and make him our own...our own special, shared man.

The morning it all went down, Angie and I awoke together in my room, our naked bodies pressed together, the same way we'd fallen asleep the night before after a long, delicious lovemaking session. We didn't speak for almost an hour, just stroking each other and playfully kissing, listening for our signal.

And it came, earlier than we'd expected. The clattering of cabinet doors and the clink of silverware on porcelain rang out from the kitchen. It was Ryan, engaging in his morning cereal-pouring ritual. I gave Angie a final kiss before rolling off the bed and to my feet. I padded slowly out of my bedroom and into the den, peering into the kitchen beyond.

There he was, as delicious as ever. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of worn black jogging pants, the crumpled waistband hanging low on his narrow hips. The dimples of his lower back were exposed, as was the slow rise of his firm butt. The muscles of his bare back formed a perfectly-streamlined "V," and his tanned skin shone with a healthy glow, completely without blemish.

My body immediately responded to the sight of him, my nipples tingling and my pussy moistening. Memories of his big, beautiful cock pumping inside me came flooding back in a torrent. I craved him.

He was pouring milk into a bowl of cereal that perched on the countertop when I came up behind him. I pressed my naked young body against him, wrapping my arms around his midsection and caressing his rippled abs. "I have something even tastier for breakfast," I cooed.

Ryan didn't even seem surprised. He picked up the bowl of cereal and turned around, loosening my grip on him just enough to allow it. Now my bare breasts were against his stomach and my hands caressed the small of his back.

"I don't know," he said, a playful look on his face. "I do love my cereal." His square jaw and mussed hair made him so much the cuter, as did his impish smile.

I wasn't about to argue with him, the way Angie would. I decided I would be a woman of action. So I slid down him, dropping to my knees. I took hold of his waistband and slowly pulled the ratty jogging pants down to his ankles, freeing his long, thick cock from its concealment. It was as beautiful as I remembered, and my body began to scream at me to fuck it...I only barely resisted.

For his part, Ryan simply began to eat his cereal, crunching on it in the disgusting manner only men can accomplish. I ignored it, lost in my own euphoria. After several minutes of admiring his manhood, I wrapped my hands, which seemed tiny in comparison, around his hardening shaft and began to stroke him. His skin was smooth and warm, and my baby soft palms slid easily against it. 

It took only a few seconds for Ryan's will to collapse, and he hurled his coveted bowl of cereal into the sink. He threw his head back and grabbed onto the edge of the counter, bracing himself as the waves of pleasure rushed over him. His cock grew harder with each stroke I gave it, until it finally became hard as a rock, swollen and thick and ready to deliver its cargo.

It was obvious now that I could bring him over the top anytime I wanted. Instead, I let my hands loosen and slide off his shaft, moving them to his full-hanging balls where they caressed and squeezed each of them. Ryan groaned in protest, his fully aroused dick robbed of its sweet caressings. I wasn't about to leave him unsatisfied, however.

I leaned in, his balls still cupped in my hands, and planted a dainty kiss on the bulbous tip of his dick. He groaned. After a second, I gave it a second kiss, this time opening my mouth a tiny bit wider, and allowing just a tiny bit more of the head to slide between my lips. Each time I kissed it, I let it go deeper, and each time I came away with more of the salty sweet taste of Ryan's pre-cum.

Eventually, I was accepting all of the first couple of inches of him, officially sucking his delicious manhood. He was so big that I couldn't take much more in my throat, so I released his testicles, wrapped my hands around his shaft again, and stroked the length that I couldn't suck.

"Ngh," Ryan grunted repeatedly, his long, lean body towering over me. My soft breasts rubbed against his legs as I bobbed my head back and forth. I squeezed his cock harder and harder, tugging on it as I tried to milk more and more of the sweet clear liquid out of it...or better yet, the even sweeter white liquid.

He was a man of stamina, however, and only his grunts and the slight buckling of his knees betrayed the ecstasy in which I was putting him. After a long time of this, my jaw started to ache so severely that I pulled away, removing both my mouth and hands from his swollen member. I stared up at him, rubbing my jaw and trying to look cutely pitiable.

He took a deep breath and looked down at me. Our eyes met, and he smiled, shaking his head. "Melissa," he said softly, "you are amazing."

I giggled, my hands going to my breasts, playing with them. He reached down and gripped me by the ribcage, his grip on me firm but gentle as he pulled me to my feet, then up to my tiptoes, so he could more easily kiss me.

I reached up and put my arms around his neck, pressing my naked body against his once again while we kissed like long-lost lovers.

When we finally broke the kiss, he spoke. "Here I was thinking you and Angie were getting pretty serious." His thick arms cradled me lovingly.

I put my head against his broad, smooth chest. "We are pretty serious," I said. "But we want there to be a place for you, too, Rye."

"Unless, of course, you don't like fucking the two finest pussies on campus," I heard Angie say from behind me.

Ryan chuckled. "I dunno. I have seen some pretty fine pussy around here. You saying yours is better than all the rest?" He was playing the game with Angie, that aggressive battle of wills that always seemed to turn the two of them on. As long as it got them going, I was glad, even though I was too weak-willed to participate effectively.

I suddenly felt Angie's firm, young body against my back. Her long arms snaked around my waist as her fingers found my warm pussy. She began to stroke me, pulling my labia apart and rubbing my little clit with her thumb. I pressed my forehead into Ryan's shoulder, moaning softly. When her finger found its way inside me, a little chirping gasp escaped my throat.

"Taste this," Angie demanded, "and tell me it's not the best." She slid her finger out of me and put it in Ryan's mouth. He accepted it with relish, sucking off every glistening drop of my juices.

"That's pretty damn good," Ryan admitted. "Doesn't taste like just Melissa, though...that finger's been in someone else's pussy."

"Great job, Sherlock," Angie said. "Now c'mere and fuck my baby." She jerked me away from Ryan's embrace, leading me over to the couch in the den. She bent me over the back of the couch, then knelt on the cushioned seat in front of me, her beautiful face only inches from mine.

I heard Ryan step up behind me just before I felt his hand grip me by the hips. I felt so exposed, bent over the couch with my privates presented for his inspection. I kept reminding myself that I was very close to another round of heavenly fucking, just like I'd had with Ryan and Angie before, and the thought of that sent little trickles of juice down my inner thighs.

"She's ready," Ryan grunted, smacking my bare ass. I yelped.

Angie leaned in and kissed me, the long, loving, gentle kiss that I had come to identify as the trademark of our love. "You ready to get fucked, babe?" she asked, her voice husky with desire.

"Oh yeah," I answered, barely a whisper.

Angie nodded to Ryan. "Give it to her good."

And then he was in me. Splitting my pussy open little by little, inch by inch invading my most sensitive area with his hardness. I cried out at first, the pain overwhelming the pleasure, but Angie cooed softly to me and kissed me gently until the pain became bearable.

Once it did, my pussy sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout my whole body, from my nose to my toes. I felt Ryan's balls smack against my slit, and I knew he was all the way in. I tried my best to hold that awesome moment, but Ryan was on a mission to fuck. He pulled slowly back, then thrust himself into me again...and again...and again.

I spread my legs wider, as if that might allow me to take even more of him. My hands went to Angie's firm, bare shoulders, and I used her to brace myself against falling forward due to Ryan's assault from behind. Angie nuzzled her cheek against mine, suckling at my earlobe and kissing my neck. Her calloused hands took on an almost supernatural gentleness as they held my full, swinging breasts, alternately squeezing and stroking them.

Pleasured from both ends, it didn't take long for me to go over the edge. I was out of my mind with sensation, wailing as if on fire, interrupting each stream with a little "ow" when Ryan went a little deeper than I'd expected. My orgasm exploded in a rush, and I held my breath. Angie's cheek came away from mine, and her big brown eyes, almost pools of solid black in the dim light of the room, regarded me, full of admiration and awe at the ecstasy on my face.

Ryan kept fucking me mercilessly as I came. After a long moment, pleasure surging out of every part of me, I gave in completely, releasing my breath in a long squeal that only vaguely resembled the word "yes." I felt soft lips against mine, and I melted into Angie's kiss as my body slowly recovered.

"God, Melissa," Ryan laughed, still fucking my quivering pussy. "You sure know how to compliment a guy." His iron grip on me was the only thing keeping me on my feet, as my legs had long since buckled. 

"I love watching my baby get fucked," Angie cooed, kissing me again. Then she looked up at Ryan. "But now it's my turn."

Ryan nodded, finally pulling out, leaving my little love tunnel empty and abused. I tumbled over the couch, landing face-down on the soft cushions, my naked body still tingling. Angie smacked my bare butt once before rolling off the couch and standing. She walked around to where Ryan stood and embraced him.

I forced myself to my knees, not about to miss the spectacle...and it was a spectacle. Ryan's muscular body, already covered with a sheen of sweat, was chiseled from head to toe. He was like a Greek statue, like every part of him had been mapped, shaped, and retouched until he was perfect. I could see tiny muscles playing with one another as he caressed my Angie, and his naked buttocks flexed as he pressed his still-rigid cock against her belly.

Angie appeared the very picture of dark beauty. Her long black hair cascaded down her curved back with the primal grace of a waterfall. The muscles of her long, slender legs tensed as they pushed her upward so that she might put her arms around tall Ryan's shoulders. Her body was lean, her skin taut, the light brown color of creamed coffee. In the soft morning light, her high cheekbones and slightly pointed chin gave her an immensely strong, yet unmistakeably feminine, profile.

But as beautiful as the two were separately, I saw now, as they stood together, how perfectly they complemented one another. As they stared fiercely into each other's eyes, an electricity filled the room, and I felt the realization that they shared something between the two of them...something I didn't have.

It should have bothered me, I guess; but it didn't. In fact, I was all the more turned on by the idea that I was about to see these two beautiful specimens make love. I started to gently rub my tortured pussy, cradling my own tits in the crook of my arm, becoming increasingly impatient and excited with each passing moment. I knew the relationship between Angie and me would never be truly complete without a place for Ryan.

Finally, with a single long, passionate kiss, they began. Angie bent over the couch, her beautiful face only inches from mine. I peered over her at Ryan. He was running his hands over the smooth skin of my lover's back.

He regarded me, lust smoldering in his eyes. This would be what Satan looks like, I thought at the time, so beautiful, so full of desire that he would exchange heaven for a taste of the pleasures of the flesh. If so, I was a convert.

"It's your game, Mel," he said, his voice dry. I could see him stroking his long cock, keeping it prepared for its next round. It was still slick with my juices.

I nodded, then locked eyes with Angie. "You ready, Anj?"

"Yes, babe," she panted, her breath already quickening in anticipation.

But I wasn't about to release her without a round of teasing. I offered her my bare breasts, and she dutifully took my nipple in her mouth, sucking and kissing each one in turn. A deep moan echoed in her throat, the familiar "mmm" of a hungry person being fed.

Ryan didn't seem to mind the delay. He continued to slide his hand up and down the full length of his shaft, sometimes adding a twist of the wrist at the tip. He watched Angie and me as we played with one another. I couldn't quite see, but I suspected his other hand was prepping Angie's pussy for its upcoming pounding.

"Come on, babe," Angie breathed, finally releasing my right nipple, but not without a tiny, sharp bite, "I'm so goddamn horny."

"How could I say no to my Angie," I cooed, cupping her small tits in my palms. I kissed her, then gave Ryan the nod.

His rippled abdominal muscles tensed as he forced his way inside Angie's prepared cunt. He didn't give her the few gentle strokes he had given me, instead thrusting himself into her hard. Her ass, so young and firm, even jiggled a little with every stroke. He didn't put his hands on her, instead folding them behind his back, allowing me an unimpeded view of his thick, sculpted pectoral muscles.

"Fuckkk!" Angie hissed, gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut. The loud slap of Ryan's loins against her naked ass echoed repeatedly throughout the den, accompanied by the soft slurping sound of wet pussy on wet cock.

"Oh, Anj," I whispered, sliding a finger into my own love tunnel, "I love this. I love watching you."

"Goddamn right you do," Angie agreed, opening her eyes and smiling at me, her admiring gaze promising that she hadn't forgotten about me. She arched her back and stood up, raising her long arms over her head and running her fingers through Ryan's dark brown hair.

Ryan, for his part, didn't miss a beat, snaking his arms around Angie's slender waist, his hands caressing the taut skin of her firm tummy. He kept plowing her from behind, resting his chin on her brown shoulder, planting kisses all along her neck and jawline.

I rose from my crouched position, coming to a kneel that put my face directly level with angie's pert little titties. I pressed my face into her chest, kissing all along her sternum and briefly sucking on each of her hard brown nipples in turn. Her familiar taste stirred my passions in a way no other aphrodesiac could've, and I slid a second finger into myself.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Angie chanted, losing herself in the ecstasy of the attention she was getting from both of us. She kept saying it over and over for several minutes, a familiar look forming on her face. 

Finally, her whole body tensed, her eyes glazed, and her voice cracked. She looked down at me, her mouth hanging open as her first orgasm of the day washed over her. Ryan grunted loudly, pounding her pussy with renewed fury, locking her waist in an iron grip.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she squealed, her cries primal and almost guttural. "Fuck me, you fucking piece of shit!" She bombarded Ryan with insults for a whole minute before falling silent again, her body going limp.

"Take that," Ryan laughed, offering one last thrust before letting go of her. Her exhausted body fell forward against me and I struggled to catch her.

"Ryan!" I yelped. "Damn it!" I pulled Angie onto me, lying back on the couch. She rested her head, hair thick with sweat, on my chest, and lay there on top of me for a long while, panting and whimpering as the last vestiges of her debilitating orgasm slowly trickled away.

"Whew," Ryan sighed, wiping the sweat from his own brow. He crossed the kitchen and headed into the bathroom, still stark naked, his massive dick still fully erect, still slick with Angie's wetness.

I watched him with undisguised lust as he toweled the sweat off himself in the bathroom doorway. Angie and I had both been thoroughly fucked by him, and he still hadn't cum. There would be plenty more dick for us to share this day, and I was growing more and more ready by the second. The beautiful woman on top of me stirred, her brown eyes meeting mine again.

"I love you, babe," she rasped, her voice still recovering from all the screaming.

I gently kissed her forehead. "Do you think you could make it back to bed?" I asked.

She didn't respond other than to pull herself away from me and stand. She took me by the hand and helped me to my feet also. We put our arms around one another's waist and walked side-by-side to my bedroom. Before we disappeared inside, Angie turned and made a "come hither" motion toward Ryan with her hand.

He didn't miss the signal, giving her a nod. Angie lay me down on my bed and slid in beside me. We lay together naked, kissing and caressing while we waited for Ryan to come pleasure us again.

Our wait was short. Ryan appeared in the doorway, the soft light from the den behind him transforming him into the crisp silhouette of a young, fit man. He put one arm on the door frame and leaned on it. After only a moment, a smile touched the corners of his mouth and he moved forward, joining our embrace on the bed.

We lay him on his back, our four hands caressing his naked male body, each of us taking her turn at stroking his long, still rock-hard dick. Angie positioned herself beside him, her head on his shoulder, and the two began kissing, leaving me to do as I willed with the cock.

And what I willed was to fuck it again. I rose to my knees, straddling Ryan's hips, and slowly lowered myself onto him. At first, my tight pussy resisted him, but with more and more pressure, his dick finally slipped in. I gasped with surprise and delight, slowly fucking the scant two inches of dick that was inside me, doing the best I could to prepare to take even more of him.




Roomies Ch. 05



When my pussy was ready, I came down further, closing my eyes tightly and gritting my teeth as I attempted to impale myself on Ryan's huge pole. It felt as if it would never end, as if he was infinitely long and I would never be able to take him all. The further down I went, the deeper his cock penetrated me, the more painful and pleasurable it became.

Then, finally, I felt my inner thighs touch his loins, and I knew I had taken all of him.

"All of it's in me," I said, only now noticing that Ryan and Angie had been watching me the whole time, lust on their faces.

"Goddamn that feels good," Ryan grunted, locking Angie in another long kiss.

"Well fuck it already," Angie commanded once the kiss had broken. "You just gonna sit on it all day?"

I obediently began to move myself up and down on Ryan's cock. It moved smoothly inside me, slick as I was with excitement. It took only a few seconds, and I was bouncing hard on top of him, his beautiful toned body spread out before me, muscles accented by the low light coming through the doorway from the den.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I squealed repeatedly, my breasts bouncing along with me. I fucked him harder than I ever had before, the powerful feeling of being on top spurring me toward greater heights of pleasure. Ryan was growling and groaning beneath me, a new sheen of sweat spreading over his young, naked body.

"She's gonna make me cum so hard," Ryan observed, cheek-to-cheek with Angie, one of his hands having found its way between her thighs. Angie just smiled and kissed him again.

I was barely aware of them. I fucked my naked body on that huge cock until I came, my whole body shuddering, my tits jiggling, all slick with my own sweat now.

My shrieks of orgasm was just what Ryan needed to go over the top himself. "Oh shit," he gasped. "I'm cumming, guys. Ngh...where do you want it?"

"I want it all!" I cried, denying Angie the opportunity to answer. I opened my eyes finally and leaned forward a little, peering down at Ryan from atop his dick like a gargoyle looking down from a high-rise. "I want it," I repeated.

The explosion caught me by suprise nonetheless. I felt his dick surge and swell inside me for only a second, then he let out a vicious, guttural cry, and I could feel his cock pulsing, shooting stream after stream of cum deep inside my battered pussy. He came for almost a minute, thrashing his head back and forth, every delicious muscle in his body flexing and releasing. The sound of his cries, the feeling of being filled to bursting with his semen, and the sight of his tensing muscles pushed me over the edge again, and we climaxed together, our bodies satisfying the hunger that had been lying in wait ever since our first fuck.

I remained on top of him as long as I could, sliding up and down on his slowly softening cock, milking every drop out of it with my pussy. After a few minutes, however, my legs began to quiver, and my muscles gave out. I flopped forward on top of Ryan, burying my face in his neck, wrapping a sweaty arm around Angie's waist.

I was so spent that I fell asleep there. When I awoke, I found my head on Ryan's chest, and Angie's there also, her beautiful face only inches from mine. It was just as it had been that first night. So perfect. Ryan's arms cradled the two of us, his chest rising and falling in a soothing motion that was slowly rocking me back to sleep.

There would be no more need for discussion. Tonight had proven that there was no Angie and Melissa without Ryan. I reached across him and placed my hand on Angie's ribcage, feeling the smoothness of her skin, my heart full of love for them both, even as my body still tingled from our lovemaking.



Roomies: Full Circle



(I had thought that I was done with Kim and Pam, except for possibly filling in a missed adventure or two. But recent news changed my mind and I wrote this bit of fantasy.)

*

"Oh gosh that feels good," Pam Maguire Norton settled onto the sofa that rested against one wall of the living room of the retirement suite. Bracing her cane between her legs, she folded her hands on the top and rested her chin.

"Pooped?" inquired Kim McCall Keagan of her once and now again roommate from her easy chair. Keeping one eye cocked on the holovision she peered near-sightedly over at the other elderly woman. "What happened? You try to race someone back from lunch?"

"No and what happened to you? You didn't even go."

"I wasn't hungry."

"Hungry has nothing to do with it Kim. You have to eat."

"I'm dieting," said the once upon a time cheerleader with a completely straight face."

The other woman snorted. "As IF. You have never had to diet in your life and I have been jealous of you forever. Of course I can console myself because you're an old lady."

"Old lady? As I recall, and I know I'm right about THIS, you're six months older than me. You were 92 when I was still only 91!"

The two women locked gazes for a moment before they both started laughing.

"Seriously Kim darling, you need to eat if only because most of the medications we have need to be taken with food."

Kim groaned. Picking up her light control pen she aimed the beam through the open door of their bathroom. In response the medicine cabinet opened and shelves automatically swung out.

"Medications? We have an entire drug store in there. The campus pot dealers didn't have that much all together in the old days." The pair laughed.

"What did we get in the way of mail?" Pam inquired as she spotted the pile of computer printouts on their table

"A letter from your grandson in Europe. One from my granddaughter on the coast. A bunch of junk stuff. A pair of begging letters from the alumni association. One for you and one for me," replied Kim.

"I'd be more inclined to give if they hadn't torn down our old dorm years ago," grumbled Pam.

"Well it was getting awfully old and rickety. Remember when we visited there for our 50th class reunion get-together? It was barely standing then."

"I suppose. Still," Pam's voice was wistful now. I wish somehow they could have saved our old room. I know," she laughed. "Couldn't be done but it would have been wonderful to have it transported somewhere where we could have shared it again."

"I know." Kim pulled herself up with the help of her walker. Carefully she found her way to Pam's side and sat beside her. The other woman noticed her friend had a large brown envelope in one hand.

"What's that?"

"I don't know," admitted Kim. "I thought it came by regular mail but there's no return address or stamps on it. And who uses regular mail anymore? It's all electronic or courier service. It just says 'Pam Maguire and Kim McCall'."

"Strange. We haven't been "McCall' and 'Maguire' in seventy years."

"I know. And no address either, just our names. What do you suppose it is?"

"Well open it and see," advised Pam.

Kim shrugged and unfolded the metal clasp. "It's not even sealed," she commented. Once opened, she tipped the other end up. Both women gasped in surprise as Kim held up a small, decorated circle with feathers hanging from it. 

"It's dream catcher."

"It's more than that. It's OUR dream catcher."

"The one that hung in our room?" Pam marveled. "I thought you had it."

"I thought YOU did!" Kim scratched her snow white hair. "I went to take it down the day we packed up," she looked sideways and grinned. "Before we went parking one more time. And I couldn't find it. I just always thought you had put it in with your stuff."

(Seventy years previously)

Kim straightened up, put her hands on her hips and arched her back. "Gosh, packing is hard work."

"That's because we haven't done any of it really since we moved you in here two and a half years ago." Pam smiled at her roommate.

Kim noticed the smile seemed a bit forced. She crossed to her best friend and sometime lover and hugged her. "I know," she said softly as she stroked the taller girl's cheek. "I can't believe it's over."

"But it's been fun hasn't it?" Pam lifted her head, her eyes swimming slightly with unshed tears."

"Worth it? It's been more than worth it. The fun we've had, the adventures we've gone on, the friends we have made." Kim giggled. "The sex." She looked deeply into her roommate's eyes. "The love." 

Pam kissed her best friend and shook off the moment of gloom. "You're darn right. It's all been wonderful. I suppose I'm just dreaming that we could do it all again."

"Darn right!" The pair of almost graduates hugged fiercely. Neither of them saw the dream catcher Kim had hung years ago in one of the windows seem to flash for a moment.

(The present)

Kim struggled to her feet. "Well, now that we've got it back I'm going to hang it up again." She crossed the room, pausing by an ancient faded poster that advertised the upcoming college production of "Once Upon a Mattress." She borrowed a bit of the tack that held the poster to the wall. Working her way carefully to the window she pressed the tack on the clear material and fastened the dream catcher to it.

"There!" she exclaimed triumphantly. "Now it can catch out dreams again."

Pam stared at the ornament as Kim resumed her seat.

"Do you think we still have dreams?" When Kim looked at her in surprise she plowed on. "Our lives are behind us now. The children are scattered to the corners of the world. George and Martin are gone. And that's not all the loss." Tears ran down her wrinkled face.

"I know." Kim wrapped her arms around Pam and held her. "Parents, husbands," she took Pam's hand and gripped it tightly. "A child. But would you go back and change it? Even if you knew the outcome? Would you go back and not make love to Martin the night you conceived her, knowing that you would lose her when she was a teenager?"

Pam hiccupped and shook her head. "Of course not. The joy always outweighed the sorrow. I couldn't, no more than we could avoid falling in love with our husbands even though they would go before us, even if we knew that was going to happen."

"And hey, you've got ME again. Roommates together, roommates forever."

"Sometimes I'm a silly old woman," confessed Pam. "It was all worth it. You can't have the flowers without the rain. There still are dreams, Kim. Happy dreams of days gone past. And I'd do it all over again, even knowing everything. Wouldn't you?"

"Of course I would do it again." declared Kim. "Every bit of it."

The dream catcher caught the elderly women's eyes as it suddenly shone with a brilliant light. A swirling vortex opened on the wall under it. In seconds it grew from a tiny spot to an opening that nearly filled the entire wall. Both women were drawn to it. They hobbled forward and peered.

"It's, it's your college dorm room Kim!" exclaimed Pam.

"It can't be. It must be some illusion."

"Yes, of course, that must be it." Pam paused for a second. "I don't care. I'm going to see, well, whatever this is."

Kim twined her gnarled fingers with her friend's. "Not without me you're not." she declared. They stepped into the spinning opening. A walker and a cane fell to the floor. Then the duo was gone and with a "Whoosh" the vortex disappeared.

The world seemed to swim before the two women when they stepped through the strange opening. There was a wrenching sensation that jerked both their bodies. Both of them blinked their eyes. For a moment everything felt strange. 

Then Pam smiled at the girl seated at the desk. "Hey, are you as busy as I am?"

Kim looked up and grinned at the tousled brown head poked in her door. "If you're asking if I have a date this evening, then the answer is 'No'. It's just me and my math books. How about you?"

Pam shook her head ruefully as she came into the room and flopped on the bed belonging to Kim's roommate. The nineteen year old athlete propped her head up on one hand and studied the black haired girl sitting at the desk, her chair tipped back and her feet crossed on the top. They stayed in companionable silence before the brunette broke the quiet.

Pam pushed herself up and looked at her friend. "Oh, to heck with it Kim. Put your books up and let's go."

"Go where?" Inquired Kim, even as she closed her books, stood and stretched.

"So we don't have dates and we don't feel like a big, noisy party. Let's take my car, get a bottle of wine and go parking up on the ridge. We can listen to the sounds of mating going on and gossip about everyone we see up there."

Kim laughed merrily. "You're on."

Pam hesitated for a moment. Kim looked at her and matched her friend's puzzled expression.

"What is it?"

"I don't know. I felt strange for a moment. As though..."

"As though we've already done this?" completed the shorter Canadian girl. "Me too."

"But we haven't. Have we?"

"Nope." 

A grin split the young Southern girl's face. "So let's go do it for the first time now."

(Epilogue)

The manager of the retirement home literally wrung her hands as she talked to the pair of police detectives as they stood just outside the door of the unoccupied suite.

"I just can't understand where they could have gone. The building's outside doors have magnetic locks that can only be opened with a pass card. The only exception is in case of fire or a disaster the locks are disabled by pushing any one of these emergency switches." She indicated one on the wall of the hallway.

"And none of those have been activated? The taller detective asked as he made notes in his palm notebook with the electronic stylus.

"No. If one HAD been pressed, its location would have registered with the central computer system and an alarm sounded."

A uniformed officer came down the hall. The second detective turned to him.

"Did you review the security cameras?"

"I did. Nothing. They show both ladies came out at breakfast time. Another disk confirms that's where they went. They returned to their suite. Around noon Mrs. Norton left and went to lunch. Mrs. Keagan left shortly after but turned the other way. Another camera shows she went to the front desk, collected her mail and came back before Mrs. Norton returned. Nothing after that. As far as the security cameras show, they're still in there." 

Another uniform, this one a sergeant, arrived shaking his head wearily.

"Let me guess. Nothing?" said the first detective.

"Nothing. We've searched the entire building AND the grounds. Everywhere. The dogs can't find anything." The sergeant removed his hat and wiped his face with his sleeve. "It's like they just dropped off the face of the earth."

"That's not possible." The second detective declared.

"I suppose not," agreed his partner. He studied the room again. "But where could they have gone?"

As he turned away a flash of light caught his eye. He turned back. But it was only a stray beam of sunlight reflecting off the strange ornament hanging in the window. He shrugged and repeated to himself. "Where COULD they have gone?"

The dream catcher didn't answer, but if it could have, it would have said that the dreams it had been given had been given back.

(The End)

(Or is it The Beginning?)

(My dearest roommie "Kim". I am still so sorry for your loss. I still can't believe that "George" is gone after 35 years together. But I know that you'd do it all again.)



Roomies: Graduation Present



Pam Maguire banged on the flimsy front door of the trailer, pulled it open a crack and called "Are you decent?"

"Well," came a male voice, "We're dressed anyway."

Chuckling, the brunette coed entered.

"Hi, Pam. You're just in time for lunch," said Scott White, a slender blonde guy in his early twenties.

"Providing you cook it, of course." added Jerry Carter, the darker, heavy set male sitting on the couch. 

Pam rolled her eyes and looked with fondness at the two. Both were good friends and fellow theatre students. Scott specialized in sound and lighting while Jerry was the lead carpenter and set construction supervisor. Both were seniors and had finished their course work and exams. In two days, on Sunday afternoon, they would graduate.

"Is there anything there besides beer and left over pizza?" inquired Pam as she headed into the kitchen area, pointing at the refrigerator as she did.

"Actually I think there is," Scott answered. 

Pam opened the door and looked in. To her surprise she found everything she needed to cook several different meals. She decided on Chicken Parmesan. Prying off the tennis shoes she wore, she assembled cookware and hunted through the cupboards for spices.

"Now that I like to see," teased Jerry. "Barefoot and in the kitchen." Pam looked over her shoulder as she stretched to reach the paprika and made a rude noise at him.

"This had better really be paprika," she announced, "And not pot. If nothing else, you all are too close to graduation to get busted now."

"Cross my heart," promised Jerry. "All we have is beer and a couple of bottles of wine."

"Okay," Pam replied. She got busy, but her mind wandered as her hands functioned on their own. That was interesting. Jerry had been looking at her legs when he made that remark. She wondered why. He and his girlfriend Nicole had been dating for the last two years and he had never shown any real interest in anyone else. Now Scott, her lips curled in a grin. Scott and she had so much fun flirting and teasing each other that they had developed a regular routine that she had never thought of disturbing by actually dating him, much less going to bed with him.

"Where's Kim?" Scott's words broke into her thoughts.

"She's off with the baseball team, regional championships," she said. Her thought shifted to her dark-haired roommate and the slight smile tugging her lips broadened.

"Miss her, huh?"

Rather startled, Pam looked at Jerry. That she and her roommate were very close, VERY close indeed was not exactly a secret but neither was it something they flaunted. They both led a full and varied social life and dated a lot. That either might occasionally get closer than was generally accepted to another female, and often to each other in the privacy of their dorm room, was something she didn't think was public knowledge.

A glance at Jerry revealed nothing but casual interest. Pam decided he simply meant what he had said. 

Yeah, no one to blather to at night and no one to keep me studying when I'd rather be goofing off. But she'll be back Tuesday." She changed the subject. "Speaking of that, where's Nicole? I haven't seen her in a couple of weeks."

There was a silence long enough for Pam to realize that something was wrong, even before jerry, in a low voice said "We broke up."

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry Jerry." Pam hesitated, thinking about asking Jerry if he wanted to talk about it. She decided that a three-way conversation was not the way to go about it. Jerry's stony face precluded asking anyway, at least for right now.

Things remained quiet until the food was done and the three of them ate. The guys did the dishes while Pam relaxed in an overstuffed easy chair, her feet curled under her. After the kitchen was cleaned up, an operation Pam noted that took the two guys twice as long as it would have taken her alone, they plopped themselves down on the couch.

"So any plans for your last weekend of college.

"No," said Scott, as he slumped back against the cushions. "I think we'll just relax and hang out here." His eyes met Pam's and she read the unspoken words. Jerry wasn't feeling up to anything and as his friend Scott was prepared to forebear any activities to stay with him. She liked that. It showed a depth of friendship between two guys that Pam had always considered two really nice guys. 

Pretty good looking too, the both of them. Jerry was muscular and the dark hair covering his arms and peeking from the top of his shirt had always given him the air of a big, happy bear. And Scott, well, he appeared slender and slight, and always had an innocent look in those bright blue eyes that had lured in more than one female of Pam's acquaintance. But Pam herself had always seen the mischief dancing behind those eyes. Not malicious, Scott was too good a guy for that, but a little devil that spoke promises to any one who would see it and take him up on it.

A surprising, reckless feeling came over Pam. She lowered her head, hoping the devil in her own green eyes had not been noticed. Getting up, she crossed to the couch.

"You know," she remarked casually, standing between their out-thrust legs. "I almost forgot your graduation present."

"You got us a present?" said Scott in surprise. 

"You didn't have to do that," added Jerry.

"I know, but I wanted to. Now then, its a surprise, so y'all have to close your eyes. Go on," she urged, laughing as she did so at the sudden uncertainty in both their faces, "It won't bite you."

"Okay," said Jerry and obediently shut his eyes. Pam tapped her bare foot.

"All the way Scott, I see you peeking."

"No I'm not," protested the soft, innocent voice that matched his face, and had lured a number of girls into bed with him over the last four years.

"Scott!"

"Okay, okay. Gesh," he mumbled as he screwed his eyes tight.

After a quick confirmation that Jerry had followed suit, Pam shivered. Could she do this? It had been a sudden impulse, a thought that had just popped into her mind. Then she cast caution to the winds. Why not? In one quick movement she pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it on the chair where she had been sitting. Her cut-off jeans shorts and panties followed. Since she had taken off her shoes before lunch, those three items had been all she was wearing.

Pam smothered a giggle as she looked down at her two friends. They looked like little boys awaiting a piece of birthday cake. Well, she ran her hands over her slender athletic body, they were about to get a piece of something alright.

Dropping to her knees between the two pairs of outstretched legs, she leaned forward. Taking a deep breath and with a grin on her face that went from ear to ear, she reached out and firmly grasped both guys right between their legs.

The result was everything she could have hoped for. Both sets of eyes popped open in surprise. Both guys looked at her, kneeling nude between them and their eyes grew to look like saucers.

"PAM!"

"Okay, guys, are you listening?" Two heads bobbed up and down. Pam hoped they WERE listening, the bulges had already swollen enough that, instead of her hands resting where they had landed, her fingers were now forming circles around two growing hardons.

"Since you all weren't planning on anything, let's just plan on staying here for the next forty-eight hours." The bulges were straining Jerry's jeans and Scott's shorts now. "During that time, whenever you want me, however you want me, you can have me, I'm yours." Two head nodded together as though they were mirror images and she couldn't help but giggle. "Now then, who's first?"

Scott gave her his trademark smile and winked. Then he stood up. Moving to Pam, he touched her shoulder, turning her towards Jerry. 

"He is."

Looking up at Jerry, Pam winked in turn. Her fingers caught the zipper of his jeans and pulled it down. At the same time she leaned forward and unfastened his belt. A quick pull on his underwear and his cock popped free, only to disappear immediately between Pam's lips and into her mouth. She braced herself with her hands on either side of him and began to pump her head.

At first she barely moved. Each bob went a little farther down before she came back up, holding just the head in her lips. Each time she rose her tongue slid over the smoothness of the helmet and tickled the slit. Then she went down again. And again. And again.

Intent as she was on sucking Jerry's cock, she almost missed a feather-light touch between her own legs. For a moment she dismissed it as a product of her imagination, brought on by her own arousal. Then the touch became more pronounced. Her eyes widened as she realized that it must be Scott.

She squirmed. It definitely was a tongue stroking up and down first the inside of one thigh and then the other. He was avoiding actually touching her pussy. Instead he licked her legs, tracing the creases where her bottom began, then worked down the back of her legs.

A moan of protest from Jerry brought her attention back to him and she resumed sucking his cock. His hands were on her head now, just resting there, not making any attempt to push her down, but she could still feel the urgency in them as they quivered against her hair. She went all the way down on him in one quick motion, burying her face on him until she could go no further.

Pam increased the suction of her mouth on Jerry's cock. She rolled her head around, feeling the swollen head rub against the back of her mouth. His cock was no monster, but it filled her mouth very nicely, poking against the opening of her throat. And Scott, oh god, his tongue was between her legs now and he was stroking her open slit. She thrust her hips back against him and his tongue entered her.

Her head was all but bouncing on Jerry now. She tightened the grip of her mouth on his slick shaft and heard him moan in approval. His hands rode the back of her head and his hips began to lift from the couch to her. Scott's tongue found her clit and one, then two fingers entered her. They pumped into her in the same rhythm as her head bobbed onto the now swelling cock. She moaned and the satisfaction in her muffled voice must have been the last push for Jerry. 

For the first time, his hands pushed her head down onto his cock. The first rush filled her mouth and she gulped to keep from being drowned. He continued to cum, the hot liquid running down her throat. Well, she had intended to swallow it anyway, but holy cow, Nicole and he must have been on the outs, at least sexually, for more than a couple of weeks. She struggled mightily to keep up with the flood, even as her own body began to twitch under Scott's touch.

Jerry moved and suddenly he was gone. Pam opened her eyes and blinked. Where did he go? Then two burly arms were around her and she was being lifted up to the couch and carefully deposited on her back. Hands spread her legs and Scott slid on top of her. With one fluid movement his hips pushed forward and his cock entered her.

Like Jerry, Scott was no monster, but he filled her nicely and that was all she ever asked. And the longer he was in her, the more she thought he deserved his whispered reputation. Scott used his entire body on her. He shifted his hips, varying the speed, the depth and the angle of his strokes. His smooth chest rubbed back and forth over her breasts, exciting the nipples. His mouth darted here and there, now nibbling her shoulder, now licking the side of her neck and running up to her ear.

Pam's body responded and she began to move back against Scott. She caught his earlobe in her lips and her arms held him against her, even as his own arms slid around her. His hips were pumping now, still shifting around as he went faster and faster, plunging his hard cock into her. She braced her feet, using the strength of her runner's legs to meet him each time. She felt him swell and knew he was on the edge. A quick heave and her legs locked around him. pinning him against her and into her as he came deeply inside her, flooding her pussy with his hot cum.

Having kicked the weekend off with a bang, the bangs continued for the remainder of the time. Pam made love with each of them again on Friday. Both times were vanilla, guy on top, but fun. They kicked it up a notch Saturday morning, when Scott found Pam cooking breakfast while wearing nothing more than one of his t-shirts. Breakfast had to wait while he hoisted her on top of the table, scattering the dishes as he held an ankle in each hand. Jerry caught her bending over the arm of the couch and before she knew it her shorts were off and she was bent way over as he entered her from behind. Not that she minded it.

Saturday evening she and Scott had showered together. By now she was getting a little tender so she knelt and gave him a blow job as the warm water course down their bodies. She had spent the first night in Scott's room, she spent Saturday night in Jerry's. This time she got on top and brought them both to climax as she bounced vigorously on his stiff shaft. 

When she woke the Sunday morning, she experimentally flexed her body. Well, she giggled to herself, all those hours on the track; the stretching, the sit-ups, the laps run every week had paid off. She could still move, although she doubted she could go another full day like the last one had been. But Graduation was right after lunch and she was still set to enjoy herself this morning. 

A gentle hand rolled her over to face Jerry. He kissed her, smiled and stroked her face. "I must say, even if I get a sports car from my parents and a trip to Europe, its not going to match what you have given me, given US."

Pam almost blushed. She lifted her face to him and kissed him. "So," she smiled," Does that mean you're out of energy?" She looked at the clock on the dresser. "Planning on snuggling until its time to go?"

"Oh no." Jerry pulled Pam over on top of him. "You're not getting away with out a finale that will be remembered for years." 

"Where's Scott?" Pam looked at the door.

"He'll be along."

Pam straddled Jerry again, feeling his cock rise one more time against the inside of her thigh. His cock slid along her open slit, sliding back and forth, giving her a chance to get wet again and to also get him lubed properly. She braced her hands on her hips and lifted herself, expecting him to guide himself into her.

He did, but at the same time he surprised her. As he entered her, Jerry caught her by the shoulders and pulled her down to him. Kissing her, he held her torso against his. "Now then," he whispered when his mouth released hers," You wondered where Scott was. Well, he's right here." The bed creaked and shifted under them. Pam tried to turn her head as she felt someone move behind her but Jerry held her close.

Two firm hands rubbed her tight butt, now lift slightly into the air. They stroked over her cheeks, then one slipped between them, parting them. She shivered in surprise as she felt a cool wetness in her cleft. Then a finger began to massage that wetness against her other hole. She moved a bit quicker against Jerry, his cock still filling her pussy as the gentle pressure on her anal ring made her yield and Scott's finger entered her ass. 

"Oh god," Pam gasped as Scott began to twist his finger in her, lubricating her and stretching her gently as he pumped in and out. An attempt by her to speed up her rocking on Jerry was stilled by the that man's firm grip on her shoulders.

"No, no, don't rush it. I'm not coming until we're both in you."

Scott had leaned over her and whispered in her other ear. "Pam, we want you like this, between us, Jerry in your pussy and me in your ass. We know you said however we wanted you, but we won't hold you to that, to this, if you don't want to. Never would either of us force you to do something uncomfortable or anything you didn't want to do."

Pam was going wild. Unable to move, to squirm on Jerry's cock or onto that wonderful finger exploring her ass, she managed only to moan, "For God's sake Scott, don't tease me. Take me!"

"Tease you? Why I would never do that." The lone finger continued to wiggle inside her. More lube dripped against it and worked into her. Then the finger was gone and she felt the head of Scott's cock replace it. His hands ran up and down her back, massaging her, even as he carefully pressed against her. In spite of her vocal impatience and her attempts to rock back onto him, attempts that were thwarted by four steady hands, Scott worked into her ass very slowly. Even after the head was fully in and he was sinking the length of his shaft into her, he went bit by bit, allowing his weight to do the work, rather than using his hips. But finally Pam felt his groin come to rest against her ass cheeks. 

She had never felt so incredibly filled in her twenty years. It was not her first experience with anal sex by any means, but never before had she been doubled. Both cocks were straining in her. She could feel them almost touching inside her.

"Pam?" Scott's voice caressed her.

"Yesssss," she managed to choke back.

"Now we're done teasing. NOW we're going to fuck you."

Scott, braced on his knees behind her, his hands gripping her hips, began to move. As though a signal had been passed, Jerry began to lift her in the air with his hips and strong legs, pushing her back onto Scott each time. That same motion bounced her up and down on his own cock. His hands were on the front of her hips, forcing her up even as Scott drove down.

For a moment both guys slowed and there was a whispered consultation that Pam, even though she was between them, was too lost in the sensations her body was feeling to understand. Then the three of them rolled to one side, Scott and Jerry never losing their penetration of her body.

"That's better," gasped Jerry. "I could barely breathe there for a moment."

Hands caught at Pam's upper leg, lifting it into the air. There was a moment of confusion as the guys adjusted their rhythm and then they proceeded to see if they could squish Pam between them. Cocks slid out of her body until only the heads were still in her, then were pounded back inside her. Deep, hard thrusts filled her and the thin flesh wall between them was all that kept them from meeting.

Jerry's hands circled her and gripped her ass. Scott's hands cupped her breasts. Both used their hold on her body as leverage to bury their cocks fully into her, pushing her body up the bed between them as though she was the filling in a toothpaste tube. Then their grip brought her back and prepared her for the next simultaneous penetration.

Pam came. She came in a wild rush, voicing her approval of what her friends were doing. They never slowed. The cock in her pussy, the cock in her ass, the two of them slamming into her, drove her right up the wall. She screamed, she pounded on Jerry's back with her free hand, she had a second orgasm. The world narrowed to the just the two guys sandwiching her and what they were doing to her. Each time Jerry's cock withdrew enough, a flood of her wetness poured from her.

It could only last so long. Even with all the sex the guys had been having over the last forty-eight hours they had reached their limit. Jerry came first, seizing her hips in a grip that could have left bruises had he not retained enough control to release them even as he emptied himself into her. Scott had started later but the tightness of her anal ring and the squeeze her ass muscles put on his cock tipped his scales and she was filled with wet stickiness in back as well as in front.

Pam closed her eyes as both guys softening cocks pulled from her and they snuggled close to her. She meant only to close those eyes for a moment, but when she opened them, the clock on the dresser told her it was hours later.

"Get up, get up!" Pam bolted upright from between them. "You all need to shower and get dressed." She turned first one way and then the other, rolling each in turn out of the bed and on to the floor.




Roomies: Graduation Present



Activity hardly less wild than the rest of the weekend ensued. Both upcoming graduates managed to hastily clean up, don their robes and run for their cars. There was hardly time for a couple of hurried kisses as the guys, both walking rather bow-legged, headed for the campus. 

Pam went back to the bedrooms and began to strip the sheets from the beds. She dumped them in a large laundry bag and set it in the trunk of her car. Then, before heading to the laundromat, she took the time for a very long, very warm, very soothing shower. After all, it wasn't just Jerry and Scott who were walking like they'd been ridden all weekend long.

(The End)



Roomies: Jocks Versus Nerds



"Oh, Oh, ohhh yeah."

Kim McCall nearly rolled her eyes as she listened to the grunts and groans coming from the guy on top of her. From the sounds he was making a listener would have thought he had a cock the size of a stag film star and was driving it so deeply into the black-haired coed that it was coming out her butt. Well, it wasn't. And if she was humping up against him as hard as she could, it was in an attempt to get him somewhere satisfactory inside her.

It wasn't that he was shrunken or anything like that. It simply was that the star running back of the college football team didn't have the slightest idea of how to make love properly. In blunt fact, he really was a lousy fuck.

Maybe he had been partying too hard before they ended up in this bedroom of the fraternity house where the festivities were being held. As a back-up cheerleader, a position she had gone after more for the exercise it afforded her than any other reason, she was on the fringes of the "Cool Set". She didn't care about that, but it did afford her and her roommate Pam Maguire access to some pretty good parties.

This one had been full of beer and good music and dope. There was dancing and making out and good munchies. It wasn't nearly as awesome as the drama club's recent cast party that Pam, a theatre major, had taken her to a few weeks ago but it was pretty good.

Sometime, in a slight haze induced mostly by alcohol, Larry, or maybe his name was Gary, had approached her. She knew that he was probably only looking to score with another cheerleader but heck, it had been a slow week and the pretty math major needed to get laid as badly as the jock did. She just didn't think it would be THIS bad.

Foreplay had lasted only as long as it took him to get her skirt up and her panties down. He had mauled her breasts through her sweater for about ten seconds, then pulled his zipper down and yanked out his cock. From the way he held it, Kim thought she was expected to tie a blue ribbon around it, but he only waved it around proudly for a moment before falling on top of her and fumbling the head into her.

Maybe everyone else did it for him, Kim considered. Certainly she would have got on top if she had known how unskilled he was at this position. She hoped that Pam was having better luck with Todd, the quarterback who had escorted her taller, slender roomie from the party and towards another bedroom.

She managed to pull her mind back to the present as Harry (she was pretty sure she finally had remembered it) gave some sort of strangled yell and shot something wet and sticky into her pussy. She was nowhere near satisfied, but not really wanting this to go on, Kim faked a noisy orgasm. Harry pulled happily out of her, dribbled on her thighs and pulled up his pants.

"I'll call you," he called over his shoulder as he headed out the door.

"Please don't make threats," Kim mumbled as she got dressed. She found her way back to the main room. Spotting her best friend, who looked just as she felt, Kim jerked her head towards the front door. Pam nodded and the two of them slipped out.

"Well, what did you think of Todd?" Kim inquired of her roommate, once they had cleared the immediate area.

"Welllllllllllllllllll," Pam drawled the word out far beyond any requirement of her Southern accent. "He reminded me of a guy I read about once in a book about Southern guys and girls. As you probably know, the regular white male southerner, especially a country guy, is generally known as a 'good old boy'. Well, that writer defined a 'BAD old good old boy'. As best as I can recall, he said that type 'makes his grand exit fifteen seconds after making his grand entrance while bragging about what a woman-pleaser he is.'. To heck with it. Let's go get cleaned up and go to the Student Center and see if we can find a card game."

Kim agreed. "That would be more fun."

Thirty minutes later, the two girls entered the large building that served as the official hangout for the student population. As usual, it was fairly empty. Looking in all the nooks and crannies they stumbled across two guys playing chess.

"Hello, Pam," one bespectacled young man said shyly.

"Hi Dennis," smiled Pam. "Its nice to see you." She stopped and looked down at the chessboard that was balanced between the speaker and the other player. "How's the game going? And don't you have a competition coming up?"

"Its going good, and yes," Dennis looked surprised, "We have a big match in the capital the day after tomorrow. I'm surprised you knew."

"Oh well, I like to keep track of things. Best of luck to you Dennis."

"Thank you."

As the two girls walked off, Kim grasped her roommate's arm and whispered, "Now THERE'S a guy with a crush on you."

"You think so?"

"I know so." Kim studied her roommate. "For someone as bright as you, its amazing what slips past you. Take..."

"Okay, okay," Pam interrupted. "Let's not bring THAT up again." She looked thoughtful. "You're not doing anything the day after tomorrow are you?"

"Just going to the capital with you, I guess. What do you wear to a chess tournament?"

Friday night the girls jumped into Pam's battered Dodge Dart and made the hour long drive to the Civic Center located in the downtown part of the state capital. They found a spot in a brightly lit and surprisingly crowded parking lot and found the hall the chess competition was being held in. As the match had not started yet, Pam led Kim in search of Dennis. 

When they found him, Dennis was nose to nose with a tall, heavy-set guy who must have out-weighed him two to one. The bigger, albeit rather sloppily fat, chess player was mocking Dennis.

"You really should get back to school and learn to play chess, little guy. I'm going to whip you as always."

Pam was torn between busting out laughing at the sight of someone sounding like they were on rival teams in the last minute before the Rose Bowl kicked off and walking over and booting loud mouth in the butt. Instead, she did neither.

"Dennis!" She called loudly and rushed across the floor, simply ignoring everyone else standing there. She flung her arms around him. "I'm so sorry to be late honey. The car acted up."

Everyone, especially the rival chess team, stood with their mouths open. Finally one asked "Who are YOU?"

"What do you mean, who am I?" Pam replied indignantly. "I'm Dennis' girlfriend."

If possible, gaping mouths dropped even farther. As though connected by invisible wires, every pair of eyes traveled up and down Pam's body. She was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, tight athletic shorts and tennis shoes, all of which served to accentuate her long attractive legs. And as the shirt was too large and drooped in the center when she bent and kissed the shorter Dennis, it became obvious that a bra had not been part of her clothing scheme.

Finally the loud-mouth who had been picking on Dennis regained some composure and stepped forward. He threw his arm around Pam's shoulder and sneered "Well, you should get together with a real man then, instead of... OWWWW!"

In one swift move Pam had grasped the offending hand and pivoted away from his arm. She grabbed two fingers and bent them backwards. The noise-maker had promptly gone to his knees, wailing his pain.

"Don't EVER touch me again, or any other girl who doesn't invite you. And that probably will be damn few. Do you understand?"

"Yes," came the whimpered response.

Pam eased the pressure but didn't release the hold. "You're lucky, you know." She nodded towards Dennis. "He taught me all kinds of moves like this. If I hadn't responded, he would have hurt you. A LOT." She dropped the arm and stepped back. The guy got to his feet slowly and backed away.

Dennis, his friend, and Kim all gathered around Pam. Dennis cleared his throat. "Pam, I never taught you any such thing. I don't even know any martial moves."

"I know, but he'll think you do and behave himself from now on."

"Where did you learn that Pam and can you teach me?" Kim did a little hip swivel and bumped Dennis' friend. "This guy might get out of line."

Opening his mouth for an indignant denial, the other young man suddenly chuckled. "I'm George, and while I'm not a 'get out of line' type guy, for you it would be worth it."

Kim smiled. "Well, George, you never know. Play away tonight then. I do love a winner." She looked back at Pam. "You were saying?"

"Well, you know my Dad is in the Air Force." Upon Kim's nod she continued. "What I didn't tell you is that he's an Air Commando." 

The girls settled down in the sparsely populated section reserved for non-players and watched. Neither was a chess player, but they were both intelligent and their shared background as Bridge players had taught them the value of strategy. They quickly picked up some of the more obvious gambits and found that they rather enjoyed the entire show.

Dennis played with fierce concentration. But when the game permitted, he would look into the stands at Pam. Pam noticed that George was taking every opportunity to glance their way also. She didn't think he was looking at her. A sideways peek more than once showed Kim waving at George.

The final match was between Dennis and his loud-mouth nemesis. He was no longer a nemesis to Dennis, who disposed of his opponent in the first two of the best-out-of-three series. After the awarding of the prize cup, Pam, followed closely by Kim, bounded down to hug her temporary boyfriend and sincerely congratulate him.

"Thank you, Pam," Dennis smiled, as happy as she had ever seen him. "I always knew I could beat that guy, but I always let him intimidate me. This time, whenever I felt like he was, I looked over to you and you would wink or smile and I would be on top of the world. I couldn't have lost with you supporting me like that.

Pam hugged Dennis again. "Good for you. You just keep that memory and use it whenever you need. You really are a nice guy Dennis. Come out of that shell a little and I think you'll find that more girls will be attracted to you."

"Thanks for that too." He heaved a sigh. "But as wonderful as this was, I know that the night of you being my girlfriend is over."

"Well, Dennis, I'm not looking for any boyfriend at all, not right now anyway. I want to be free to go where I want and with whom I want, at least for the foreseeable future." Her eyes twinkled and she whispered in his ear. "But the night isn't over yet, and until it is I still AM your girlfriend. So do what any red-blooded winner would do," she winked at him as he shot an unbelieving look at her, "And take your girlfriend to bed." 

With that she kissed him, then slipped her hand in his and led him out of the room and towards the elevator. Dennis, more excited than he had ever been in his life, protested feebly.

"But Pam, George, my roommate will be there. And you, what if word gets back to campus about your spending the night with one of the school's biggest nerds? The last I heard you were sleeping, err, I mean with, Todd Danielstan, the quarterback."

Pam pulled Dennis into an open elevator. "Which floor please?" When Dennis managed to stammer his answer, Pam pressed the correct button and then cheerily waved at the staring group that had followed them from the tournament hall.

During the ride up and the walk down the hall to the room, Pam explained.

"First, George isn't going to be there tonight. My roomie Kim, has carried him off to our hotel room. I hope he can walk in the morning," she announced. "Second, I don't care what other people say, whisper or shout about me. Third, I shouldn't say anything about anyone else I've slept with, but let me just say that Todd's reputation is bigger than his endowment or his sexual abilities multiplied by each other."

She opened door he had unlocked. Taking both his hands in hers, she backed into the room. She closed it behind them and secured it with the chain. She walked to the nearer bed. Turning to face Dennis, she pried off her sandals.

Dennis licked his lips, staring at the athletic girl before him. "One more thing, Pam," he whispered hoarsely. Whispering was all he could manage, his throat was so dry. "I've never, well, really been with a girl before. You know, like this."

"Oh GOODY," replied his one-night girlfriend. "Then you won't have picked up the bad habits or the feeling that somehow you're God's gift to women." She crooked her finger. "Come here, big boy." She flowed up to Dennis and their arms went around each other as she kissed him, this time with her lips parted and her tongue pushing into his mouth.

Dennis was a pretty good kisser, Pam discovered. His hands tended to be rather grabby and too rough but that wasn't too surprising and certainly was no worse than her last guy. She stepped back slightly and caught her t-shirt by the hem and pulled it over her head. 

Dennis' eyes locked onto Pam's breasts, bouncing slightly before him. Then his gaze dropped further as she peeled her shorts and panties down her runner's legs, kicked them away and stood nude before him.

"Dennis," she teased, "Aren't you going to get undressed?"

Almost mechanically Dennis pulled off his clothes, his eyes still locked onto the slender girl before him. His cock sprang out the instant he pulled his pants down. Pam noted with satisfaction that it was a very respectable length, about 7 inches and reasonably thick. Not TOO thick though, which was good. She expected he would probably cum quite quickly once he actually penetrated her and she would need to suck him hard again. Not that she minded that, of course.

Still though, it would be nice to take their time to that point. She sat on the bed and patted the mattress next to her. "Sit down Dennis, right next to me." Once he did, "Give me your hand," she instructed. Taking it she placed it over her breast. "Feel my breast Dennis. Hold it. Its not going to run away. Hold it gently, its sensitive. You can squeeze it, but don't maul it. Sometimes there comes a point when things get carried away and roughness can be passion, but making love doesn't start that way."

Dennis' eyes shone with excitement as he followed Pam's directions.

"Now then, use your thumb on my nipple. Place the ball on the tip and press lightly. Mmmm, that's it. Now roll it around and around. It doesn't have to be much, just a tiny circle. Can you feel it getting harder under your touch?" 

Dennis jerked his head up and down. "Yes," he gasped. He looked at Pam. "Pam, can I kiss it?"

In reply, Pam kissed Dennis again. When she broke the kiss, she leaned backwards, bracing herself on her hands. Dennis shifted his hand to her other breast and repeated the actions he had been taught. His tongue darted at the stiff nipple he had just been touching. Trying not to lose control, he used his tongue as he had used his thumb, rolling the nipple around and around.

Pam moaned with pleasure. Still holding herself up with one hand, she stroked his head with the other, running her fingers through his hair. "That feels so good Dennis. Take it in your mouth now. You can be a little more demanding, a little harder now." 

Dennis swallowed Pam's breast, suckling it. She sat upright, taking his other hand and moving it down her stomach and between her legs. 

"Touch me there," she whispered. "Gently again. Let your fingers explore." She gripped his wrist. "Not too fast, don't shove your fingers in me, not yet." She shifted, parting her legs more. "Use your fingertips to part me. Those are my labia, the lips to my pussy. Trace the slit between them. Feel how it guides your fingers to my entrance. But we girls enjoy the stimulation there as well. Stroke up and down." 

Pam gasped. "THERE. At the top. Did you feel that hard little nubbin?" A muffled groan of possible acknowledgement came from Dennis, his mouth still covering Pam's breast. "That's my clitoris. THAT'S how you can drive a woman wild. Touch it carefully, it is the most sensitive part of my body. Just like you did with my nipple, except even more carefully."

By now Dennis had Pam as excited as she had been in a long time. He moved back and forth from one small firm breast to the other, running his lips and tongue over them. His fingertip caressed her erect clit, tapping and rolling it. Finally, Pam was the one who couldn't wait any longer. Giving a demanding moan, she rolled onto her back, pulling Dennis over on top of her. 

"Dennis, please." Her hand was between them, holding his cock. As she stretched out and wiggled, pulling them both all the way onto the bed, she guided the head of his cock between her labia. 

"Now, Dennis. Its time for you to be in me."

Whether he had actually done it or only seen it in magazines, Dennis braced himself on his arms, wiggled his body between Pam's legs and began to push. She was so wet that it was simple for him to slide all the way into her in one quick movement.

"Oh GOD, that feels so good," Dennis moaned.

"Oh yes it does," moaned Pam in agreement. She shifted her legs, drawing her knees up and planting her feet firmly on the bed. "Now, make it feel even better Dennis. Move around inside of me. Use your hips. Not just up and down but sideways."

Dennis responded with a will. He waggled his hips, sometimes before he thrust, sometimes when he was as far into her as he could manage. His motions were not smooth at all. Somehow this excited Pam even more so, as he kept catching her off guard by a sudden movement when she didn't expect it.

As she had mentally predicted, it wasn't long before Dennis began to cry out and stiffen, then empty himself into her. Being prepared, she didn't allow him to be embarrassed about the speed with which he had cum. Quickly she rolled them over, pulling herself off him and sliding down his body. Before he could even gasp she had taken his cock in her mouth.

It tasted wonderful, the mixture of her juices and his cum delicious to her. She closed her lips over his shaft and began to pump her head up and down. She did love sucking cock. Dennis rolled and groaned, practically helpless under her ministrations. In no time at all, she felt him begin to swell and stiffen again.

She released him and swung her body around. Looking over her shoulder at Dennis, she wiggled her bottom at him.

"Kneel behind me Dennis." When he had scrambled to his knees between her legs she continued. "Grab my hips." His hands eagerly gripped her. She reached back between her legs and grasped his cock again. She lifted the head and poised it against her wet pussy.

"Now!"

Dennis needed no further encouragement. He rammed his hips forward and the full length of his cock plunged into Pam. Drawing back until only the head was in her, he lunged forward again. And again. And again.

"Oh my God," Pam cried out. "Dennis, give it to me hard, baby. This is when you get rough. I'm all yours now to use. Fuck ME!" She finished with a yell.

Dennis grinned and doubled his efforts. No one had ever made him feel like this. He wanted to give Pam the same incredible pleasure she was giving him. Clenching her hips, he pounded against the tight swell of her ass. His balls swung up under her, slapping against her thighs. The harder he thrust, the harder she demanded he do so. 

Pam's head rose and she squealed as Dennis buried his cock in her. She shoved back with the strength of her young body, making sure each time he reached deeper and deeper into her. Then she dropped her head to muffle a scream in the pillows as the cresting wave took her.

Dennis never slowed. Pam's convulsions only spurred him on to greater efforts. She was in the throes of multiple orgasms, one following the other. Her arms collapsed, shoving her ass even higher. Dennis' eyes opened wide and he called her name over and over as he finally swelled inside her and shot a second load deep in her pussy. The two college students collapsed. With the last of their energy they snuggled together and fell asleep.




Roomies: Jocks Versus Nerds



When Dennis woke, the sun was streaming through the hotel room windows. For a moment, he thought he had been in the throes of another erotic dream, such as he had been having for some time. Then a pair of cool lips kissed his and two green eyes sparkled as they looked into his.

"Good morning sleepy-head." Pam said cheerfully. Dennis sat up, noticing she was already dressed and her hair was wet. "You were out of it. George has already called to tell me he was on his way up. You need to grab a shower and get moving. I have to go wake up Kim. George told me he left her sleeping."

"Pam?" Dennis stammered and then regained himself. "Thanks. I know that isn't much, but, thanks."

"Hey," Pam sat on the edge of the bed and took his hand. "If you are under the impression that I didn't have a great time last night, you're wrong. It was great. You're quite a lover."

"Can, can I call you sometime?"

"Well, you better! Seriously, do. I might not be always available. But if I say 'No', that's all it will mean, 'No for that night or event' and not 'No I won't go out with you.'." She stood and grinned. "Besides, your social life is going to pick up once I let the word out about what a stud you are." She bent and kissed him again. "Promise!"

On the way back to her room, she passed George in the corridor. Both smiled at each other but neither stopped. Pam unlocked the door of the room, stopped and giggled at the sight before her.

Kim was sprawled face down on the bed, completely nude. When the door clicked shut, without lifting her head, she mumbled, "Not again George. I've got to get some sleep."

Pam giggled, walked up to her roommate and slapped her friend on her cute, tight little ass. "Wake up! Its nearly 10 o'clock and we're going to have to check out before 11."

"Nooooooooooo," wailed Kim, rolling over and throwing her arm over her eyes.

Pam grabbed her friend by the ankles and pulled her off the bed. Kim hit the floor and immediately tried to crawl back up onto the mattress. Pam shook her head and grabbed Kim around the waist. Often, in the privacy of their dorm room, this led to intimate fun, but today the taller girl only drug the other to the shower, pushed her in and turned the water on. Cold.

After the yelling calmed down, Kim adjusted the water and relaxed under the soothing warmth of the stream. She reluctantly climbed out and dried off. She stumbled to the bed, dug out fresh clothing from her bag and dressed.

"You look like you had a very good time," Pam teased her roommate as they picked up their belongings and headed down to check out.

Kim stared back at Pam through bloodshot eyes. When they reached the car, the shorter girl climbed into the back seat and curled up. "DON'T wake me up until we get back to campus."

Pam twisted and looked over her shoulder. "It doesn't sound like 'Very Good' even comes close."

"My God," mumbled the black-haired girl. "George may not have had much, heck, ANY practice with anything but his fist before, but good lord he learns fast. Anything I showed him he did twice, three times if it felt good to us both. And he can eat pussy almost as well as you can. If he's available after graduation I might just marry him. Now shut up and let me sleep."

Pam giggled. She adjusted the rear view mirror and fondly looked at her friend before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. As she reset the mirror to the proper position for driving, a sudden noise from the back seat nearly made her jump.

Pam shook her head in amazement. Kim was snoring. 

(The End)

(For the life of me I cannot remember the title of the book, nor the author's name, where I read the description of a "Bad old good old boy". In self-defence, I was browsing through the shelves of a used book store years ago when I happened across it. If anyone knows the book please let me know so I can give due credit. Thanks as always to Marian for her editing skills.) 



Roomies: Spring Break



Pam Maguire wiggled sleepily against the warm body she was snuggled against. She yawned and started to mumble something to her roommate Kim McCall about whatever they had been doing last night when she realized something.

The body she was laying against was definitely feminine. However, the bottom that was pressed her midsection was considerably more rounded and softer than her roommate's taut cheerleader's butt. Kim's breasts were modest, much like her own. The generous orb she held cupped in her hand was much larger than the one she often woke up holding.

Pam raised herself up on her elbow, looking down at the body nestled beside her. "Definitely NOT Kim," she thought. She shook her head. Nothing rattled. Therefore she probably wasn't hung over, just sleepy. She studied the room as well as the sleeping body beside her. 

Okay, things were coming back, in crystal clarity in fact. This was the home of her friend Eric, who had invited her to spend Spring vacation with him. And therefore, this older woman who was in bed with her was Eric's mother, Helen.

Oh my. Oh MY. OHHHHH MY. How did she end up in a situation like this? Her thoughts fled back about two weeks ago to a pair of comfortable chairs in the upstairs lounge of the college student union.

"What ARE you going to do then?" asked her roomie. The petite raven-haired girl had tucked her feet up under her, presenting a picture that Pam thought was not only incredibly cute but almost irresistibly sexy. Well, that thought could wait until they were back in their room.

"I don't know, Kim. With my parents on the other side of the world with my Dad's new assignment, I really don't see going home to stay with my aunt and uncle. And I do so appreciate your offer but I don't have the money for a plane ticket to Canada with you and please don't tell me your folks will pay for it. I like them a lot and I know they can afford it but no."

Pam shrugged. "The same applies to taking a trip to the beach. I need to save my money. I'll just stay here."

"And do what?" asked Kim, silently conceding the argument to the taller girl.

"I might just study, like a certain math major reminds me I need to do more often. I doubt that it will kill me, assuming I don't over do it."

The two girls laughed and shifted the conversation. Surprising to Pam though, a couple of hours later a male friend approached her.

"Pam?"

"Hi Eric. Yes?"

"I hope you won't think I was eavesdropping, but I heard you and Kim talking about Spring vacation and your staying here at the school. I was wondering if you would like to come home with me and Irene?"

Pam was surprised. She knew Eric and his long-time girlfriend Irene, but rather casually. They were friends, but not so close that the invitation didn't catch her off guard. She wondered why he would ask.

The confusion must have been displayed on her face for Eric quickly added, "Okay, its not entirely unselfish. Irene is going home with me, and well, we want to spend most of the time there together. ALONE together. I thought perhaps you might help keep my mother company. I know that sounds kind of tacky, but she's been pretty lonely since she and my dad divorced and I thought it would cheer her up to have some company. It would do her good to have someone cheerful and upbeat around." He hesitated and laughed. "Oh golly, it sounds like I'm trying to get you to be a companion or something. Really, I'm not. I just don't think you should have to spend the break here. If you don't hit it off with my mom, you're certainly free to do anything you want." He paused. "Am I making the slightest bit of sense here or am I coming across as a moron?"

"Maybe all of the above," replied Pam. "But heck, I really don't want to stay here. I do know y'all. Maybe your mom and I will get along famously."

As it turned out, Pam and Eric's mother, Helen, liked each other at first sight. Helen was about Pam's height, with shoulder length red hair and blue eyes. Her body was heavier than Pam's, with fuller breasts and rounded hips. Pam thought the extra pounds the older woman's frame carried were wonderful, giving her generous curves. In fact, the college visitor thought Eric's mother was not only quite attractive, but actually sexy.

Of course, Pam had no thoughts of following up on those thoughts, they merely were an observation. After all, one simply didn't get invited to stay for a week at a friend's house and start off by making passes at his mom. But it did look as though it was going to be nice having Helen as a friend. Pam vowed to make the most of it, as she usually did with most situations.

True to his words, Eric and Irene were rarely in sight. They did try to make at least one appearance a day, but Pam and Helen found themselves alone together most of the time. Pam told Helen all about herself, well, the public details anyway. She did leave out her sleeping arrangement with her roommate, in fact pretty much all of her active sex life, but especially the part about liking other females.

For her part, Helen talked a good bit about herself, except she shied away from discussing Eric's father and the divorce. Pam did gather the split had taken place not that long ago and had apparently been not particularly amicable. Helen confessed that she had not tried to reenter the dating world, being unsure of herself and indeed, how to proceed, it having been almost 20 years since she was single. She did admit having been asked out a time or two but so far had refused.

Pam thought it probably WAS hard to get back into the swing of things, but as for Helen's feeling that she was not pretty, well, Pam thought, that was silly. Helen was VERY attractive. And desirable. What she needed, Pam decided, was a new wardrobe, a make-over, and a shot of self-confidence.

The two women had been shopping off and on together since the very first day of Pam's visit, but this day when they visited the downstown shopping area Pam went all out. She drug Helen from one store to another, buying new clothes. She got her older friend to the hairdresser and spent over an hour at the cosmetics counter. Helen attempted to protest every step of the way, but Pam could tell the older woman was delighted with the results.

"Pam. I can't believe this, but I'm all shopped out," Helen laughed. Both women clutched bags with new purchases, mostly for Helen.

"Helen, I know, but I see one more place we need to go." Suiting her actions to her words, Pam took Helen's hand and pulled her into a store that specialized in woman's clothing of the more intimate kind. Helen protested, but rather feebly, as Pam led her to one rack after another in search of different outfits. Spurred on by the younger woman, Helen purchased several sets of extremely daring underwear and even some so-called "sleepwear" that was intended to do anything but aid in sleeping. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Rushing home with their new treasures, the two women scampered upstairs to Helen's bedroom and began to lay out the purchases to admire. Pam herself had picked out two outfits that fell well outside her budget, only to have Helen insist on purchasing them for her.

"Let's try some of these on," proposed Pam. Helen demurred for a bit, only to be overridden again by Pam's argument that if they didn't try them on now, when would they and what if they were the wrong sizes? Surrendering, Helen took the bra and panty set that Pam offered her and retreated to her bathroom. Pam, unable to resist herself, quickly got out of her own clothing and donned a white peek-a-boo nightie that consisted of not much more than scraps of lace and hid pretty much nothing.

"It fits," came the call from the bathroom. "Find me another one to try on."

"Oh no," replied Pam. "You don't get away that easily. Come out and let me see."

"Pam, I couldn't!"

"Oh come on," replied the young woman. "Its just us girls."

"Okay, but promise not to laugh."

"Its a deal."

The bathroom door opened and Helen came out. Any thoughts Pam might have had way in the back of her mind of laughing were immediately swept away. Helen's choice of underwear was black, and skimpy indeed. Pam could see glimpses of her nipples and the large brown aureole through the bra. The darkness of Helen's bush was apparent, with stray curls escaping from the tight panties. As the older woman crossed shyly to the full-length mirror, Pam drank in the smooth legs, the sight of Helen's ass cheeks spilling from the panties. Even the soft ring of those extra few pounds around her middle was erotic. Pam felt desire surge up in her and she knew she wanted this woman.

One contributing factor fueling the sudden decision that now was the time was the way the older woman's eyes had traveled quickly over her when she came out of the bathroom. Indeed, Pam felt sure Helen's gaze had lingered on the abbreviated hem of the nightie, which not only showed off Pam's firm strong legs, but failed to completely cover either the cheeks of her butt or the dark triangle between her legs.

"You look gorgeous, Helen. You really do," breathed Pam.

"I DO look rather nice don't I?" Helen put her hands on her hips and turned back and forth, admiring her reflection.

"You know what you need?" Pam scurried to Helen's closet and plucked a pair of black high heels from the selection of shoes there. She brought them back and knelt before Helen. She lifted first one leg, then the other, helping the older woman to slip her feet into the shoes. Pam fingers lingered on Helen's ankles and calves as she resolutely kept her gaze down, knowing if she let her eyes drift up to the junction of Helen's legs she would lose all control. Not that she didn't want that, but it was not quite time for that. yet.

"Oh yes, that IS nice!" Exclaimed Helen. She braced her hands on her hips, pushing her chest out a bit and struck a pose. Pam's mouth was very dry. She slipped close behind Helen as the older woman admired herself in the mirror, turning slightly first left and then right.

"You look gorgeous," Pam admired.

"You really think so?" Helen asked. This time though, she seemed to accept the compliment. Frowning for a moment, she attempted to adjust the bra. "You don't think I should try to have this ride higher? Push me up some?" She wiggled a bit. "Or maybe pull it down to show some cleavage?"

Pam seized her opportunity. She stepped right behind Helen and slid her arms around the other woman, chatting as she did so to minimize the surprise touch of her hands. It must have worked, as Helen never flinched, even when Pam's hands rested on her stomach and gently eased her back against the younger woman.

"Hmmmm, I don't know." Pam said as her fingers touched the black lace. "It looks wonderful, but maybe just a bit of adjustment. I'm not sure, let's see." She cupped Helen's breasts, her thumbs and fore-fingers making circles that touched the dark brown nipples. "Let's try pulling the bra down a bit, so that your nipples almost show." 

Watching carefully in the mirror, Pam's gaze traveled over the older woman's body. By now Helen's eyes seemed slightly unfocused. She was leaning back against Pam, who moved her slender athletic body slowly against the full curves touching her. Her busy fingers rubbed the lace edges of the black bra back and forth on Helen's nipples, making them stand out. Gentle squeezes under the guise of adjusting the fit continued to draw Helen tighter to her. Pam's hips were thrusting slightly now, as though they had a mind of their own.

The breathing of both women had speeded up. Pam could feel Helen's heartbeat though her palm and was sure the older woman could sense her own rapid pulse. She desperately wanted to kiss Helen, but was unsure if Eric's mom would allow that most intimate of gestures yet, even though her body was beginning to move against Pam's. Instead, she moved slowly backwards, pulling Helen along with her.

"Where are we going?" inquired Helen, in a voice that seemed almost sleepy and unconcerned.

"I'm taking you to bed," replied Pam.

"Oh." Helen paused for a moment as though she was struggling to understand what Pam was saying before she continued. "What are we going to do in bed?"

Now the two women were at the edge of Helen's bed. Pam's lips were right against Helen's ear. Her left hand slid back down Helen's body, rubbing her tummy in flat circles, the fingertips brushing against the hem of the black panties. Her right hand crept between the rounded breasts, toying with the clasp between them.

"I'm going to make love to you," whispered the young woman.

Helen's brow furrowed. "But you're a girl."

"Yes. Has another girl ever kissed you Helen?"

"No."

Pam carefully turned Helen around to face her. Her right hand moved just a tiny bit lower, massaging the top of Helen's mound. She brought her lips to the older woman's, brushing them gently before tracing their outline with her tongue tip. Helen sighed and Pam kissed her again, the tip of her tongue slipping into Helen's mouth for a moment.

"Now you have," Pam said softly. Her fingers twisted and Helen's bra released her heavy breasts. Pam ran her tongue along Helen's jaw, up to the ear to whisper once more.

"Has another girl ever touched your breasts?" When Helen shook her head, Pam kissed down the older woman's neck, then drug her tongue down to the two full orbs in front of her. She took them in her hands, enjoying their fullness and pressed her face between them. She kissed a stiffening nipple, then slid her mouth over it, drinking in as much of Helen's soft white breast as she could fill her mouth with. She suckled it, gently at first, then harder as low moans came from above. She released it, letting it almost slip away before catching the now rock-hard nubbin in her teeth.

Lightly, almost delicately, Pam bit down, the nipple crinkling in her teeth. Now Helen's hands were touching her hair and the moans were louder. The coed increased the pressure slightly and shook her head just a little before she darted to the other breast and repeated her actions.

While Pam's lips were busy, her hands had not remained idle. Her fingers ran over the older woman's curves, tracing the outline of the generous hips, creeping around the gently explore the full bottom. A questing finger brushed between Helen's ass cheeks for an instant, resulting in a gasp and a jerk of those same hips as the fingertip touched the dark puckered hole momentarily. Then Pam's hands were sliding down the back of Helen's legs, even as her own knees began to buckle, as much from excitement as her longing to take the next step in her seduction.

"Oh God, Pam," Helen murmured. "What are you doing to me? You should stop." But the words were said without any real conviction.

Pam was on her knees now. Her fingers teased the soft spots behind Helen's knees. She kissed Helen's tummy, then the swell of her mound before looking up one more time.

"Helen," she whispered, her voice as caressing as her palms stroking the older woman's calves. "Has another girl ever kissed you right here?" She placed a soft, sweet little kiss on Helen's black panties, already damp with juices, the aroma of which made Pam giddy.

"Nooo, no one," moaned Helen. "Pam, this has gone too far, Don't, you shouldn't." Hands pushed at Pam's shoulders but without any force. In spite of her words, the legs in front of her slid apart.

Triumphant, Pam's fingers caught the top of the brief scrap of lace covering her ultimate goal. In one swift motion she pulled Helen's panties down her smooth legs. Even before the older woman could finish stepping out of them, Pam had pressed her hungry mouth to Helen's riotous curly bush. She covered the older woman's pussy and sucked, drinking in the already flowing juices. Her experienced tongue parted the puffy labia and lapped gleefully up and down. 

The young runner's hands gripped Helen's mature ass, urging her closer. Pam's tongue slid deep inside Helen, rasping in and out, caressing her silky inside walls. The older woman locked her hands in Pam's hair and began to buck hard, rubbing her pussy onto the kneeling coed's face.

"Oh God yes. Please Pam, oh please. I never knew, it feels so good," Helen gasped as she ground herself on Pam's darting tongue. The young woman felt her new lover stiffen and then arch. The fingers in her hair pulled so hard it almost hurt. Pam didn't care, instead covering Helen with her open mouth and awaiting the flood she hoped was about to appear. She flicked her tongue rapidly against the now exposed clitoris of the woman standing over her. Helen all but squealed as her orgasm came over her and she flooded the open mouth clamped on to her with her nectar.

When Helen stopped shaking, she lifted Pam to her feet and kissed her. This kiss was no mere touching of lips and a quick bit of tongue. Helen locked Pam in her arms and kissed the coed deeply, her tongue exploring the young woman's mouth. She pulled Pam back onto the bed and held her tightly.

"Oh GOD," Helen gasped, when her breathing returned to normal. "That was so good. I tasted so good in your mouth. You," and she kissed Pam again as the young woman snuggled against her mature body. "You are so good." Her face sobered for a moment, becoming almost stern. Pam panicked for an instant before Helen started giggling, unable to hold her grim visage. 

"You naughty, naughty girl!" Helen mock scolded, her hand sliding down Pam's back and over the tight little ass there.' Do you always go around seducing your hostess when you visit somewhere?"

"Only when she's as lovely as you," replied Pam with a wink and a smile. Matching her actions to her words, Pam rolled over on top of Helen and the two women started all over again. this time, to Pam's surprise, Helen firmly turned Pam around and the two women fell into the classic sixty-nine position. Helen was a bit unsure with her tongue, but with the proper coaching from Pam, mostly consisting of gasps and moans of "Oh yes!" and "God, right there!", both women reached orgasm before long.

The new lovers settled into a pattern for the remainder of Pam's stay. When Eric and Irene went out, Pam and Helen cuddled and snuggled and held hands. They dressed, and undressed each other and spent long hours in bed together. Pam was always careful not to be in Helen's bed when the dawn came, but was there every night after the household quieted down.

The last afternoon the two women were snuggled under the sheet, relaxing after one last shopping fling, and a final visit to the lingerie shop. They were talking, their fingers idly tracing each other's bodies.

"I don't date, not really, since the divorce. After all, I'm a middle-age mother who's sagging in places. What do I have to offer?"

"Don't be silly," Pam snapped. The coed sat up in the bed, heedless of the fact the sheet had fallen away from her upper body. "You are a very attractive woman." She grinned. "You can be quite sure I think that."

"Thank you, dear." Helen smiled, then winked as her palm brushed over Pam's exposed breast. "I do confess I feel much more certain about that."

Pam laughed, even as her nipples responded to the brief caress. "Maybe next vacation time you should have Eric invite one of his guy friends to stay."

"Oh goodness, I couldn't do that. Well, maybe. I do get tired of sleeping alone, but I don't want to be someone's trophy notch, regardless of age."

"I understand that." Pam paused. "Helen, I hope you are going to start stepping out into the dating world now. But, what in the world have you been doing for, well, relief, since the divorce?"

"Well," Helen blushed, all over, a color that Pam thought was quite attractive. "I, errr, you see..." The older woman stopped stammering and turned an even deeper shade of red as she opened the nightstand drawer and removed a good sized flesh colored dildo.




Roomies: Spring Break



"I use this," she said, trying to sound nonchalant. 

"Oh my," said Pam. Her eyes twinkled. "I see." She reached out one hand. "May I?"

Helen hesitated for a moment, then gave Pam the dildo. The younger woman hefted it, holding it up in front of her eyes and examining it critically.

Nice work," she observed. "Life-like." She stuck out her tongue and licked the mushroom shaped head. She pretended to ignore the muffled gasp of surprise from the other side of the bed. "Not as tasty as the real thing, but nice." She took the head in her mouth, pumping the plastic cock in and out as though she was giving a blow job. She shifted her position until she was kneeling, her bottom resting back on her heels. Her other hand slipped between her legs.

"Mmmmmmm," Pam moaned around the dildo. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Helen. The older woman's gaze was fixed on Pam, going back and forth from the cock in her mouth to the busy fingers sliding along her open slit. Helen's knees drew up. She cupped one of her full breasts and began to stroke the already stiff nipple. She reached down with her other hand, slipping two fingers inside of herself.

Pam released the dildo from her lips and ran it down her body. She circled both of her smaller breasts, pressing the wet tip on both her own nipples. Over her flat stomach the cock slid, leaving a wet trail. Helen licked her lips as she watched the young woman begin to rub the well sucked toy between the slender legs and then into her new-found young lover's pussy.

Pam uttered a groan as she entered herself. Slowly she pumped the cock in and out of her, moving deeper each time. Helen closed her eyes, pinching her nipple. Her hand blurred between her legs, rubbing faster and harder along her mature slit. Two fingers found her swollen clit and massaged it almost frantically. Her back arched, lifting her hips from the bed as she frigged herself wildly.

That was what Pam had been waiting for. In one swift motion she plucked the dildo from her own pussy. She leaned forward. Covering Helen's free breast with her mouth even as she plunged the cock into her mature lover's wetness. Her arm pumped back and forth, burying the dildo into Helen. 

Helen cried out. Her hips slammed up against Pam, demonstrating that whatever else she thought she might have lost, her internal muscular control was just fine. She tightened on the plastic cock and nearly pulled it from Pam's hand. The young athlete recovered her grip and continued to pound Helen's pussy. She tweaked her own clit, strumming it as fast and as hard as she could, trying to peak at the same time as Helen. She didn't, but it didn't matter, as the other woman was caught up in the throes of a succession of orgasms even as Pam herself exploded.

Later, friendly smiles and hugs were exchanged all around as the three college students loaded Eric's car to return to campus.. Not sure that they were fooling Eric and Irene, Pam and Helen parted as platonic friends, with kisses on the cheek and smiles.

For the entire drive back to school, and indeed, for rest of her life, Pam would think of Helen and smile, and sometimes she would wonder. Exactly who seduced whom that week? Why DID Jeff suddenly invite her to his house? Had the entire thing a set-up? For someone who had declared she had never had a lesbian thought, much less made love with another female, Helen had learned amazingly fast. Had she instigated the entire thing? Pam could just about see her asking if Jeff knew a lesbian or bisexual coed and Jeff replying "Actually I know several." Or perhaps Jeff had seen his mother looking at other women and had put two and two together, and stirred in a coed he knew was interested in other women. And perhaps she was fabricating a ridiculous fantasy. 

And after considering all those thoughts, Pam would dismiss them with a grin. Didn't matter how, didn't matter why, didn't matter who. It just mattered that it happened.

Oh well. Regardless of whether she had been the seductress or the seduced, the experience had been something she never forgot. Or wanted to forget.

(the End)



Roomies



On Sunday night Lins' leg was draped over me, I could feel her pussy hair on my thigh, "What else?"

"That was it, the rest is just detail." I was being coy, sure, but I could never be as open as Lins, no matter how hard I tried, and I was trying; being like Lins was always going to be a lot more interesting and satisfying than being like me.

"Ya, but it's the detail that's intriguing, so, like, how many times did you do it?"

I answered without thinking, "Maybe a dozen …"

"A DOZEN?" Lins was sitting on the bed now, staring down on me in shock.

I laughed at her reaction, "Well, I don't know, I wasn't counting, but a lot."

But Lins was suspicious. It's not like she didn't believe me; it's just that I don't think she thought I knew what I was talking about. "Like, did you do it to him, too?"

I know I brought this on myself. Lins had been roaming around my body for a few years and I was pretty sure she thought I was essentially sexless. Then came last Sunday night and now this, so I pulled her down and we nestled into each other and I waited until she was absolutely still when I said, "I absolutely fucked his brains out."

Now, she didn't believe me! She sprang away and searched my face for the lie, but she didn't find one, she found only a grin — of pride, of accomplishment, of achievement. "You did!" her voice was quiet, filled with wonder and then she went speechless for almost a minute before she got animated, "You little tart," and she dove into me hugging me as if in reward. But I still don't think she was convinced because she soon pulled away again — something needed to be clarified, "So you liked it?"

That's when I went into a little more detail. It was fun. I was surprised but I liked talking to her about it, about him, I liked remembering the tiny little details and describing them to her and with my scientific background and my observation skills, I think I was pretty good at it. And she did too, because pretty soon I was getting to her.

As I talked she put her fingers inside her and she started sucking on my breast but at her first suck I stopped talking, as if in protest, but this didn't sit well at all: she quickly looked up at me with a flash of anger, "Oh, no you don't. That's bullshit. You can't tell me what you did to each other and expect me to just sit here and listen. Come on." When she went back to my breast I laughed, stroked her hair and continued.

As I've said, Lins used to do a little of this and that on me and it never really got to me. But now that I knew a lot more of the joys of the flesh things were a bit different. It was as if the education I'd received in the past week, with Lins and with John, had stripped away my resistence; I liked what I got from these two, a lot, a hell of a lot, and I really liked, I mean, I really liked fucking John, throwing myself at him, wrapping my legs around him and beating myself against him, I mean, I've been thinking about that pretty much non-stop since it happened. I always think of it from an aerial view, as if a camera had been afixed to the ceiling, I'm on top of him, my thin body obscures his and my ass, white while my body is tanned, is frantically thrashing at him while I hold myself up on my hands as if in a yoga position. I don't know why I find that so erotic but I do, maybe it's because I seem to have given in to a kind of reckless abandoned, or maybe it's that I'm the dominent one, I'm doing the fucking, I don't know what it is but when I see us together my ass is just bucking at him, I'm ramming my pussy at him almost brutally and it makes me unbelievably hot.

And I was getting unbelievably hot now thinking about it, and Lins was helping a little, too. She was on the floor at the end of the bed, kneeling, she had just pulled me towards her … and I went, willingly and she was staring at me, my pussy, really lustfully, even lewdly and when she went to it and began to suck on me she made the sounds of an animal, beastial, primordial grunts and she had her hands on my hips and was pulling me and pushing against me, and her head bobbed and her eyes were fused shut — then they sprang open and, hooded with unbridled passion, they peirced into mine. When she sprang at me I could see that her fingers were in her and when she pressed her lips to mine, when she pressed my juices into my face, I could sense that she was bucking furiously at her fingers, something she never did, and she never screamed when she climaxed either, but she did now, pressing her face into me so I could feel the vibrations on my neck.

Then she slumped on me, dead weight and she didn't stir, not for a few minutes and I held her and rubbed her back, I love rubbing her back, I love pressing her breasts into me. "Sounded like a great one, Lins."

She didn't say anything for a minute then she squeezed me, "I've got more, Jags, I've got a lot more." Then she rose up on me and looked at me, pleadingly, there was some pain in her eyes, "Will you do me, Jags, please? If you do, I'll study, tonight, honest, I study my fucking brains out, but I need you Jags, I need you to do me, please."