5 comments/ 296273 views/ 41 favorites A Curious Roommate By: tobloved Slipping on her sunglasses and tucking away a book in her bag, Camille Dunston walked across campus headed towards the parking lot. Her Friday morning world civilization class had consisted of her professor monotonously lecturing for an hour on the ancient Egyptian empire. "What a waste of a beautiful Friday morning," she thought as she walked passed the library headed in the opposite direction of numerous students rushing to class. "Now that my 12 p.m. sculpturing class is cancelled I at least have the afternoon off," she said contemplating what to do with the rest of her day. Camille was a second year art major. Although she had always wanted to move to New York City after high school and major in studio art at NYU, she had compromised with her parents' wish and attended the local state university about half an hour away from her hometown. "New York is a dangerous place for a young girl," the sophomore remembers her father saying. Attending school close to home did have its perks including a haven to escape to on weekends for home-cooked meals, free laundry service and some extra parental financial support. The clear blue sky along with the birds chirping amongst the large oak trees made for a picturesque backdrop to a beautiful summer day. Camille's delicate tanned skin sweltered in the bright summer sun as she strolled across campus, dressed in a little white blouse with 'Angel', a fitting label, written in front. Camille had always been a shy girl. She was always the skinny girl in class that none of the guys would pay attention to and all the girls would make fun of. Unlike most girls at her high school, it wasn't until her junior year that Camille experienced the physical changes that most young girls would experience during their early teenage years. To elude the pressures of the high school crowd she had gotten involved in athletics and arts. It was during this time that she developed her love for the arts that later on helped her decide to major in visual arts. Now at the ripe age of nineteen Camille had slowly begun to develop a figure that was noticeable in the way her low-cut jeans accentuated her firm petite ass. All the years of track and field training during high school had obviously done her body well as evident by her tiny frame and skinny legs. Her thin fit calves flexed as she picked up her pace reaching the campus parking lot and spotting her little blue KIA parked towards the end of the row. As she pulled into one of the parking spots in front of her apartment she noticed that her roommate's car was gone. "Shelly and Patrick must have gone out" Camille assumed, thinking of where her roommate and her boyfriend could have gone off to at this time in the morning. She had met Shelly Parker during her freshman year. They had hit it off so well that they decided to move-in together the next year. Shelly was a beautiful blonde with sparkling blue eyes. Her good figures however were often overshadowed by her modest girl-next-door type personality. A physical education major, she was always involved in sports. Thanks to her active healthy lifestyle she had developed quite a fit body that complemented her large bosom. It was at a sporting event that she had met Patrick Danforth. Shelly and Patrick made for quite a cute couple. He was a football player at another college nearby. He was a tall and lean 6'2" and 215 pounds. That combined with his rugged good looks and great smile made him a definite cutie and a great catch. It was that cute smile with his dark brown eyes that had caught Shelly's attention the first time they met. He had sprained his ankle playing flag football and limped off the field. They struck up a conversation as she checked his ankle on the sideline. She couldn't help but notice in how good of a shape his body was as she held his strong leg while working on his ankle. They exchanged some glances as their conversation turned into flirting, which continued after the game when he asked her out. A month later a serious relationship had developed. On weekends when Patrick would come into town, they would spend the majority of the weekend in her bedroom. The sounds of Shelly's moans and her bed squeaking would repeatedly wake Camille up during the night or disturb her from studying during the day. Shelly Parker was at first glance a quiet girl. However Camille had soon found out after they moved in together that Shelly was quite the wild girl when it came to sex. She was loud and loved to encourage Patrick by yelling out obscenities such as, "Fuck me! Pound my pussy!" Camille had often wondered what it would feel like to get fucked like that. Thanks to her strict upbringing, she had remained a virgin and had never even seen a cock before. She had found out about masturbation during a slumber party at one of her friend's house her junior year in high school. As soon as she got home the next day she tried it out and discovered the intense sensations she could give herself by playing with her pussy. Yet the way her roommate would yell out in pleasure when her boyfriend was fucking her had made Camille suspect that having a cock inside your pussy must be even more pleasurable. She had often played with her pussy imagining how a cock would feel inside it. Her curiosity had peaked many times and she had often considered asking Shelly about it, but she could never garner enough courage to do it. Camille had been watching TV in the living room last night when Patrick arrived. "Hey Camille," he greeted her as she opened the door for him. "What's new?" "Nothing much," Camille responded. They made some small talk as he walked in behind her. "Is Shelly home?" he asked looking around for his girlfriend. "Yeah, she got home about 15 minutes ago. I think she's in the shower." "Cool," said Patrick as he walked over to Shelly's bedroom door and knocked. "It's open!" Shelly yelled from the shower. A big grin crossed Patrick's face as he opened the door and proceeded to enter the bedroom. That was the last Camille heard of them for the night. Well, not exactly. About twenty minutes later she heard Shelly's moans as she and Patrick initiated their night of intense love-making in the privacy of Shelly's bedroom. Camille tried to raise the TV's volume, but she could still clearly hear Shelly's loud moans as Patrick drove his cock into her. Camille's breathing got heavier as she sat there listening to her roommate getting fucked mercilessly by her boyfriend. With the TV remote control in her left hand she flipped through the channels, while her right hand slowly crept down to her small breasts as she caressed her nipples. The sounds coming from her roommate's room where pushing her to a higher state of arousal, and she started pinching her erect nipples through the material of her tank top. The sounds from the TV emanated in the background as she gazed at the screen, her mind wandering off as she now was rubbing her extremely sensitive nipples feeling her crotch starting to dampen her cotton panties. Soon enough her left hand found its way in between her legs as she brought the remote control to her crotch area. Camille could hear Shelly's moans in the back of her head as she closed her eyes and proceeded to rub the remote control against her pussy through the cotton material. She imagined the remote control being a nice big cock rubbing up against her pussy. Spreading her legs wider apart she grinded her hips against the hard object and poked her pussy through her damp cotton panties with the end of the TV remote control. Her nipples were fully erect as she thrust her chest out focusing all her senses on the hard plastic object poking against her crotch. It felt so good, and she can feel her pussy lips being spread apart by the end of the remote control through her damp panties. She let out a slight moan as she fought the urge to express more audibly the incredible feeling of her pussy being stimulated by the hard plastic object. "Fuck me!" Shelly yelled at the top of her lungs, snapping Camille out of her sensuous euphoria. As Camille retired to her bedroom she heard whispers coming out of her roommate's room as Shelly and Patrick recuperated from their mind-blowing love-making session. A bit later on Camille fell asleep like many other nights, fighting the urge to slip her fingers inside her own wet panties fantasizing what it would be like to have a cock like Patrick's slipping in and out of her tight little pussy. Camille locked her car and walked towards her apartment searching through her keychain for the key to the front door. As she unlocked the door and entered her home, Camille was surprised by the sight of Patrick lying on the couch in nothing but his boxer shorts. He was watching SportsCenter, and seemed to jump at the sound of the door opening, quickly grabbing for some throw pillows lying next to him on the couch. "Hey Camille!" he shouted sitting up while attempting to cover himself with the pillows. "Good morning Patrick," Camille answered, equally taken aback by the awkward situation. "I'm sorry. I didn't see Shelly's car, so I thought you two had gone out." "Oh no it's my fault Camille. Shelly said that you were at school and you weren't going to be back until later on this afternoon. She got called up for an emergency at work." Camille stood there looking away trying to figure out what to say next. As Patrick hastily tried to get up from the couch, Camille snuck a peek at her roommate's boyfriend. Looking him over she noticed just in how good of a shape Patrick was. She could see his well-defined arms and chest as he sat there in the couch trying to find a way out of this most awkward of situations. Patrick knew for sure he was in big trouble. Not only had his girlfriend's roommate just walked in on him sitting in his boxers in their living-room, but what was worse was that he was trying to hide a massive erection underneath all the pillows. He and Shelly were fooling around in the couch when she got the call from work. One of the other student assistant trainers had called in sick, and she was called in to cover for him. Patrick had begged her not to go, but she had explained that she owed this guy for covering for her last time. However while getting up to go get dressed she dropped to her knees in front of him. Looking him in the eyes with a big grin she started rubbing his hard cock through his boxers. "Oh baby... did I cause this?" she smiled up at him. "Yeah, you sure did," he replied. "You've been teasing me for the last hour, and now you're going to just get up and leave me stranded like this?" "Well let's see what we can do about it," she said slipping her hand inside his boxers and grabbing a hold of his cock. It was rock-hard, and she had trouble bending it to the side in order to slip it out of his boxers. She then again stared up at him while leaning forward and teasingly sticking her tongue out to lick the bottom side of his cock. He leaned back into the couch letting out a low groan as he felt her slippery wet tongue trail up and down the length of his hard cock. "Oh shit baby," he moaned, "that's it lick that cock." She smiled as she continued to lick and kiss every part of his cock. Shelly knew exactly how he loved to have his cock sucked. He loved it when she got it nice and wet before she slid it inside her mouth. Moving towards the head of his cock, she licked and sucked on it as if she was licking an ice cream cone. She grasped the shaft jacking him off as she sucked on the head of his cock. "Oh yes," he groaned once again, "I like that baby." Then all of a sudden he felt his cock drop back on his stomach, his swollen cockhead pulsing. As he opened his eyes, he saw Shelly standing in front of him smiling. "What the fuck..." But before he could finish his sentence Shelly spoke. "I've got to go. But if you promise me you'll be waiting for me right here in these tight little boxer shorts when I come back, I'll promise you I'll make it worth your time," she said as she headed to her bedroom to change. "What if Camille comes home?" he yelled as she walked away. "Today is Friday, she has class until the afternoon," Shelly responded. "Shit!" he thought, mad at himself for actually going along with his girlfriend's plan. He should've known better to lay here in her apartment with a full-sized erection confined underneath his boxers. What was even worse was that his damn cock was so hard it wouldn't go down no matter what he tried. He had tried playing with it, stroking it, tugging on it, hoping the damn thing would go down. Now things had quickly turned on him. He was now nervously struggling to conceal his fully erect hard-on as he heard Stuart Scott announce the final score of the Heat-Pistons game in the background. Camille noticed that there was something wrong. Patrick was trying to hide something as he struggled to get out of the couch. Camille's heart was pounding harder as she tried to escape to her room. As Camille walked passed the couch she noticed Patrick trying to unsuccessfully conceal his crotch with the pillows. Her eyes almost popped out when she saw the size of the tent in his boxers, and she felt her knees go weak. "Oh shit," she muttered as she tried to catch her balance, instead tripping over her book-bag and falling forward onto the couch. Patrick noticing her falling reached out to grab her as they both fell back onto the couch. "Are you OK?" he asked with concerned eyes. "Yeah I'm OK," Camille responded. She had fallen on top of Patrick's, and as she moved around trying to get up she felt his strong arms around her tiny waist. Suddenly she noticed that her left thigh was laying a top of his crotch, and as they locked eyes she could feel the bulge caused by his hard cock through the material of her jeans. Yet something felt out of the ordinary. They both instinctively looked down and were stunned. His cock had slid out of the front-slip of his boxers and the plump head of his erection was staring up at them. "Shit!" Patrick nervously mumbled, trying to move around to slip his cock back into his boxers. "I'm so sorry Camille, this is so fucking embarrassing," he noted now sliding a hand down and grabbing his cock trying to push it back into his boxers. As he did this, his arm rubbed up against Camille's crotch and he sensed her warmth through her jeans. He immediately looked back up at her and realized she was dazedly gazing into his eyes, and had slowly started rubbing her crotch against his arm. The sight of Patrick's cock poking out of his boxers had made Camille's mind lose all control of her body. The act of seeing her first cock ever had sent a shiver through her whole body that ended up at her pussy, which was getting wetter with every passing moment. As she looked at him struggling to get his erect cock back into his boxers, she surveyed his body from up-close. As she inhaled his masculine scent, she was turned on even more feeling his strong arms and broad chest. They felt so hard. Closing her eyes she sighed softly and unconsciously started grinding her crotch against him. She felt his hand stop struggling with his cock and start moving back up between their bodies. She opened her eyes and looked at him as she felt his hand stop at her crotch. He started rubbing her pussy through her jeans. Camille now let out another moan as she once again closed her eyes rubbing her crotch against Patrick's hand. A pang of guilt suddenly overtook her as she realized what she was doing. She was in her living room grinding herself on her roommate's boyfriend's hand. Shelly could return any moment now. What would she do if she walked in on her roommate dry-humping her boyfriend's cock? Camille started reasoning with herself. She couldn't do this. She was not that type of girl. "Patrick! We can't do this! I'm sorry," she said coming back to her senses while quickly turning around, planting her feet on the floor in order to get up. "Camille, I'm so sorry," Patrick responded, now scared shitless that he had really fucked up. Not only did he get caught in his boxers by his girlfriend's roommate, but he had exposed himself to her and somehow had ended up rubbing her crotch. Trying to piece the chain of events together, he grabbed his cock and sat up in the couch, again trying to get his erection inside his shorts. Camille pulled her hair together and adjusted her blouse. She looked down to find her roommate's boyfriend still struggling to get his large cock inside his shorts. She stared at his cock, looking at the pink knob at the top of his engorged shaft. She felt that tingle in her pussy as her mind and body struggled for control once again. Her mind went back to last night, as she sat in that very same couch listening to Shelly moan as her pussy was stuffed with that very same cock that Camille was staring at right now. Camille wondered what his cock must feel like. She didn't want to just stare at it. She wanted to touch it. Feel it. Smell it. Taste it. As Patrick raised his butt off of the couch grabbing the band of his boxers to readjust them, Camille leaned forward and grabbed hold of his engorged cock with her right hand. Patrick froze, his butt still in mid-air, as he looked up at Camille trying to figure out what the fuck was happening. Her inhibitions now thrown aside and her curiosity taking over, Camille shyly smiled at Patrick as she felt his member throbbing in her grasp. There was a moment of silence as they both tried to justify what they were about to do. Camille stared at the large cock in her hand, observing a white pearl of what looked to be liquid at the top of the pink knob. His cockhead was huge she thought, and so were the thick veins running along the sides of his shaft. Camille's curiosity had taken a hold of her, and she forgot all about the fact that it was her roommate's boyfriend's cock that she was holding. She leaned forward to get a better view of the magnificent cock she was holding. She wanted to see what a cock felt and looked like. She moved the cock from side to side, inspecting it. It smelled weird, but the musk scent was arousing. Camille could not explain why. Her eyes traced the thick veins that ran along the side of the stiff mass of flesh. Their purplish color was a stark contrast to the pale white flesh of his erection. She also noticed that there was more liquid now oozing out of the slit in the middle of the head. The head of his cock was actually starting to get slick with the liquid trickling down its sides. Camille hesitated touching the head with a finger to feel what the liquid felt like. She remembered enough from her high school biology class to know that it had to be sperm. But she thought that sperm only came out when a guy had an orgasm and ejaculated. Sliding down to her knees in front of him she moved her other hand up to grab the lower part of the shaft. She could feel his heart pulse through his cock. It was so exciting. She looked up at him noticing that he was staring at her as she inspected his cock. They both felt a bit uncomfortable trying to figure out what to say next. "I think I know how to get it back in my shorts," he said breaking the awkward silence. "Can you help me out? It won't fit inside those tight shorts. It needs to go down before it can be put back in there." "So how do you get it soft?" she asked innocently. "Well" Patrick groaned, letting his butt fall back onto the couch as he looked down at the sight of Camille's tiny hands rubbing his stiff cock. Her fingers felt so good wrapped around his rigid member. "I can think of a couple of different ways we can get it soft," Patrick sighed now slowly taking control of the situation. "So how does Shelly usually handle this problem?" Camille asked, thinking for sure that her roommate has done this before. A Curious Roommate Ch. 02 "What am I going to say to him?" Camille pondered. "How am I to face him after what we just did?" She took one step towards the bathroom door and placed her left ear against it, trying to hear if Patrick was still outside the bathroom door waiting for her. She couldn't hear anything. Her right hand trembled as she reached for the doorknob and slowly unlocked the door. No reaction from outside. Camille took a deep breath before turning the doorknob and swinging the bathroom door open. She was relieved to see that Patrick was not there. She quickly retreated to her bedroom. Patrick got scared after hearing Camille crying in her bathroom. He had tried to get her to open the door so that he could see if she was OK. But she didn't respond. Patrick then realized that he was standing outside Camille's bathroom, with his boxers down to his knees and cum still dripping from his semi-hard cock. Though concerned about Camille, he decided to clean up before Shelly got home and found him walking around the house with his boxers down and his dick hanging out. He pulled his boxers up and retired to Shelly's bedroom. "I'm screwed," Patrick told himself. "She's going to tell Shelly, and Shelly's going to fucking kill me! What was I thinking?" He looked inside his bag for some clean underwear, and headed for Shelly's bathroom. He undressed and stepped into the shower. His body shivered as he felt the cold water hit his chest. He turned around and let the stream of water run down his strong-muscled back, as he continued to contemplate on how to get out of the predicament he had put himself in. "Hopefully she'll be scared, and won't mention anything to Shelly," he thought attempting to assure himself that everything would be alright. After getting out of the shower, he decided to get a bite to eat. Opening the bedroom door, he was surprised to find Shelly in the kitchen. "Hey stud," Shelly greeted, walking over to give him a kiss. "Hey babe," Patrick replied giving her a peck on the lips. "Sorry I took so long at work," Shelly continued. "It was busier than I had expected." "It's OK," Patrick said. "I'm hungry, what are you making?" "Tuna," Shelly replied. "Want a sandwich?" "Sure." "So were you waiting for me to return to take care of what we started earlier this morning?" Shelly grinned grabbing his crotch before returning to the can of tuna on the counter. "I did at first, but after a while I decided to go for a jog," he lied. "Well, we'll finish that later," Shelly smiled. "We'll have to do it in the bedroom though, because I think Camille is home early from school." "Too bad," Patrick sighed. "Unless you want do it in front of her in the living-room," Shelly joked. "Very funny," Patrick said, laughing along awkwardly. "If you only knew," he thought to himself. The rest of the day went by pretty normal. Shelly and Patrick watched a movie, and later on retired to her bedroom to continue the activities started earlier on that day. As Camille lay in her bed reading, she could hear Patrick's cries of pleasure as Shelly licked and sucked his nuts dry. Camille closed her eyes and pictured Patrick's big cock, with its veins bulging along the sides of the thick shaft. She pictured the swollen cockhead oozing precum, and she imagined herself licking it off, while she played with his tight balls full of cum ready to burst. It turned her on so much that she had to get out of the house. She decided to go outside for a jog to clear her head. The house was quiet when she returned, and Camille spent the rest of the day in her bedroom avoiding any contact with her roommate and her boyfriend. She was too ashamed to face either of them. That night Camille lay in her bed, once again fantasizing about the cock she had held earlier that day. It felt so surreal. She had actually held a cock in her hand. She remembered how hard, warm and thick it felt between her fingers. How she could feel his pulse through his erection. How in a weird way the musky scent of his cock turned her on. She recalled how turned on she got while fondling his big bloated balls and jerking his thick distended shaft with her tiny hands. The thought of her having so much power over Patrick and his reactions to her hand ministrations was making her pussy damp. She closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out, imagining that she was licking up the side of Patrick's rigid cock, trailing the large purple veins protruding out along the side of his large cock. She remembered how his cock jerked between her fingers when she let her tongue touch the tip of his cockhead. As Camille fantasized about licking Patrick's cock, she slid her left hand inside her damp cotton panties, and let her middle-finger rub against her wet pussy lips. She played around with her finger, slowly moving it to her clit. She felt goose-bumps all over her body as her finger touched her engorged clit. Grinding her pelvis around, she proceeded to slip her finger inside her tight pussy. She could feel her juices, as her finger slowly invaded her pussy. Her pussy walls wrapped around her tiny finger as her body grew tense. She used her right hand to pinch her erect nipples through the soft fabric of her nightie. Her breathing became heavy as she twirled her finger around inside her ever-increasing wet pussy. As Camille laid there masturbating, she imagined what Patrick's hard cock would feel like inside her wet pussy. She thought about all the times she heard Shelly moan out loud about how good his cock felt. Camille felt so guilty about the thoughts circulating inside her head, but she could not help finding herself growing envious of Shelly at that moment. How she wished it was her young pussy that Patrick would gore his big cock into. From the way Patrick's cock felt in her hand today, she assumed that it would feel pretty tight if lodged inside her virgin pussy. Her pussy suddenly twitched as she experienced a small orgasm while imagining what his cock would feel like lodged deep inside it. Her middle-finger twirling inside her slick pussy was soon joined by two more fingers, as she fingered herself into a sexual frenzy. "Ooooh," she moaned sliding three fingers at a time inside her wet pussy. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!" she muttered picking up the pace as her breaths became shorter and quicker. She reached around and bit on a pillow. Groaning into the pillow, she raised her buttocks off the bed as her whole body stiffened while she reached her second orgasm of the night. "Oh my god," Camille sighed as she let her body fall back onto the mattress. Her heart still racing, she used the pillow she was biting on to wipe the sweat off her forehead. She felt light-headed. With a satisfied look on her face, she closed her eyes and fell asleep with her fingers still inside her wet pussy. A ray of sun light pierced through the blinds of the bedroom window, falling across Camille's cheek. Camille opened her eyes, turning around to look at the alarm clock on her nightstand. It read 10:15 a.m. As she curled around in the bed sheets she noticed that her panties were still down by her ankles. She then remembered how she had fallen asleep the previous night, fantasizing about Patrick. Slipping her panties back on, she got up out of bed. She slowly opened her bedroom door. The house seemed quiet. She stepped outside and walked towards the kitchen. As she walked passed Shelly's bedroom door she noticed that it was closed. "Are they still asleep or did they go out?" she asked herself. "Today is Saturday. They probably went to her intramural soccer game." As she poured herself some cereal, Camille peered out the kitchen window and noticed that Shelly's car was not parked in front of the apartment. "They're gone," she said returning to her bedroom with the bowl of cereal. Shelly had gotten up earlier that morning to go to her weekly intramural soccer game. Patrick would usually join her on weekends when he was in town. But today they had the early game, which meant that she had to be at the field at 8:30 a.m. She told Patrick the previous night that it would be OK if he wanted to stay and sleep in. Though he said that he would not mind waking up early to go with her, she had insisted that he stay and sleep in. "I know you are supportive of me stud," she smiled. "Don't need to prove it by waking up at 8 a.m. on a Saturday morning to come out and support me at a stupid intramural soccer game." "Well, since you insist," Patrick replied jokingly. Patrick woke up to find himself alone in bed. He rolled around the bed looking for his cellphone. Rubbing his eyes he looked at the time. The bright blue screen of his cellphone read 10:30 a.m. Patrick lay there in bed, his mind flashing back to yesterday's episode with Camille. He couldn't believe that Shelly's virgin roommate had knelt down in front of him and given him a handjob. Her tiny fingers wrapped around his thick shaft felt so fucking good, and he thoroughly enjoyed the way she stroked his cock. For a girl who had never seen a cock before, Camille sure knew how to give one hell of a handjob! And the way she was staring at his cock while playing with it was such a turn on. As he lay there in bed thinking about Camille stroking his cock, Patrick felt the urgent need to relieve himself. He had woken up with a morning wood that had now grown to massive stature, and he desperately needed to release the load building up in his balls. He got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, his cock protruding out obscenely in front of his shorts. Good thing that Shelly had the master bedroom in the apartment, which meant that she had a private bathroom connected to her bedroom. Once in the bathroom he slid down his shorts and took a seat on the toilet. As he wrapped one hand around his erection he noticed that he had forgotten to close the bathroom door. "Shit," Patrick sighed. "At least the bedroom door is closed." He leaned back and closed his eyes, slowly starting to work his cock with his right hand. After breakfast, Camille decided to take a shower and wash her hair. She walked over to her drawer, picking out a fresh pair of clean panties along with some shorts and a blouse. She looked at herself in the mirror, untying the band holding her pony-tail back. Her hair now loose, she leaned in closer inspecting her face for pimples. She let her fingers roam around her fore head then moving down to her soft cheeks, unable to find any pimples along the delicate skin of her face. Turning around, she grabbed the clothes she had just picked out, and walked out of the room humming. In the bathroom she slipped her nightie and panties off, admiring her slim body in the mirror. She walked over to the shower and slid the curtain open. "Crap!" she noticed. "I don't have any conditioner." She looked in the cabinet underneath the sink to check if she had another bottle. "I guess I'll have to do with just shampoo," she said standing up. "Perhaps Shelly may have some?" Grabbing her towel and wrapping it around her naked body, she opened the bathroom door and walked over to Shelly's bedroom. She knocked gently on the door to make sure there wasn't anybody in there. No response. "Nobody home," she said as she opened the door. "Oh yeah, that's it Camille, lick that cock," Patrick moaned. He now had both hands wrapped around his massive erection, fantasizing about Camille sucking him off. He had his eyes closed and was leaning back on the toilet. His balls were bursting and ready to erupt. As Camille walked into the bedroom she noticed that the bathroom door was ajar. Nearing the door she thought she heard someone mention her name. She took a few more steps before she stopped dead in her tracks. "Oh my god!" she whispered in shock. She could see Patrick sitting on the toilet masturbating through the opening of the door. His cock looked so big. Her pussy grew moist at the sight of his erection. "Oh fuck yeah, that's it Camille," he groaned, as he increased the pace of his hands stroking his erection. Camille's knees grew weak as she realized that he was masturbating thinking about her. He obviously had not heard her knocking, nor heard her come in. She stepped back leaning against the wall, while keeping a good line of sight so she could continue watching him masturbate. His cockhead looked angrily swollen, and was oozing precum as he furiously jacked his cock off. "Damn," Patrick moaned opening his eyes and looking down at his swollen cock. He moved one hand down and cupped his balls as he continued working his cock up and down with the other hand. He then tugged his cock a couple of times before returning to stroking his cock up and down. He would do a couple of strokes and then pause for a little while tugging his distended rod, repeating the cycle over and over. During the pauses he would hold his gigantic cock at the base of the shaft, admiring the sheer length and thickness of his erection. The way his cock would jerk around when he held it at the base was sending shivers through Camille's pussy. She was pinching her erect nipples through the material of the towel. She brought one finger to her lips and licked it, and then slipped that finger underneath the towel to rub her left nipple. With each pause he took, she also took the time to marvel at his huge cock. Her mind flashed back to the previous day when she held it in her tiny hands and played around with it. She remembered how big it felt then. Camille breaths grew heavier as she slid one hand underneath her towel. Her fingers were soaked with her own secretions as they reached her young pussy. She let her fingers roam around, spreading her pussy lips apart. It was her heavy breathing that gave her away. As Patrick sat there rubbing his cock, he noticed Camille standing outside the bathroom door. He panicked at first at being caught masturbating, before he realized that she was not paying any attention to him, but was instead deeply engrossed with her own pleasures. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked. Camille froze as she opened her eyes and realized that she had been discovered. "I'm so sorry," she pleaded. "I knocked and nobody answered, so I thought that there wasn't anybody in here. I was just looking for some conditioner." "Well, I think there's some conditioner over here in the shower," Patrick replied. Camille slowly gathered herself and walked over to the door. Pulling it open she now stood in the entrance, naked except for the towel wrapped around her slim figure. Patrick sat back admiring her figure, his cock still standing at full attention. "I'm sorry," Camille once again pleaded. "I didn't mean to interrupt." "It's OK, it's not like you haven't seen it before," Patrick joked looking down at his erection. "Yes, but last time it wasn't nearly as humungous as it looks right now," Camille quickly replied looking away slightly embarrassed. She was now staring at Patrick's erection as it bounced around against his belly. There was a steady stream of precum oozing out of the slit of the swollen cockhead, leaving a trail along his belly-button. "Yeah, it does look extra swollen this morning," Patrick remarked. "Perhaps it's because I have this big load that I need to release." There was a moment of silence as they both stared at each other. Where they going to go down this path once again? "I apologize," Patrick said breaking the silence. He reached down to grab his shorts. "Oh no," Camille interjected. "It's my fault. Please do not let me interrupt." "It's OK," Patrick said. "Please?" Camille pleaded. Patrick looked up at her with a puzzled look. "Would you please continue doing what you were doing?" Camille asked timidly. "It was really turning me on, and I'd like to see you do it." "Do what?" Patrick grinned. "Uhm... Masturbate," Camille responded shyly. "On one condition," he replied, now plotting a way to get the young virgin out of that towel. "While I masturbate for you, you will take off that towel and play with your pussy for me to watch. I show you mine, you show me yours," he joked. "Oh but I can't," Camille opposed. "Then the show is over young lady," Patrick said standing up. "Hold on!" Camille interjected once more. Patrick sat back down. "I will do it as long as you promise that there will be no touching." "There won't be any touching initiated from my side," Patrick cleverly answered. "Alright," Camille replied. Her heart was racing as she prepared to expose her naked body to her roommate's boyfriend. She bit her lip as she reached underneath her left arm and grabbed the end of the towel. She paused for a second. That pause seemed to take forever as her conscience attempted to retake control of her mind. "Have you lost your mind?" she thought. "You're about to undress in front of Shelly's boyfriend." She looked up and stared into Patrick's eyes as he eagerly anticipated admiring her naked body. His heart was racing as well, as this young virgin was about to undress in front of him. Camille took one final deep breath, before letting the towel fall down to her feet. Patrick's cock jumped as his eyes feasted at her young slender body standing gloriously naked in front of him. Her breasts, while not nearly as big as Shelly's, looked so succulent topped with her nipples which stood proudly erect giving away her excitement. His eyes continued down admiring her sleek curves, and slender well-developed legs, meeting back up at her pelvis. It was then that he noticed her neatly trimmed pussy. Her swollen lips formed a perfect v-shape, and he noticed what looked to be the sign of her vaginal secretions soaking the insides of her thighs. He pussy looked so fragile, but yet so sexy. "My goodness Camille, you are so damn beautiful," he sighed. At first timid, Camille was now getting turned on by the way Patrick was ogling her naked body. She even turned around to give him a better view of her backside, as she basked in his admiring gaze. "Do you really think I'm pretty?" she asked. "You're a breathtakingly sexy," Patrick responded. Camille bit her lips trying not to blush. She felt so confident again, as she stood there in front of Patrick allowing him to ogle her naked body. And he had actually said that she was sexy. Did he think that she was even sexier than Shelly? "So were you thinking of me when you were rubbing your cock earlier?" she asked. "Yes I was," he responded still staring at her. "I was imagining you sucking on my cock." Camille blushed. Should she tell him that she was fantasizing about the same thing last night while she fingered herself to sleep? "Since our little incident in the living-room yesterday, I've been thinking about that a lot also," she confided. "Have you?" Patrick asked astonished. "Yes I have. I masturbated while fantasizing about licking your big cock last night while I was in bed," she continued as she now stared at his large cock. "I was so horny, so I slipped a finger inside my pussy and masturbated while I fantasized about your thick rod, and how I would lick it, and how hard it would feel as I stroked it, and how... " She stopped before she could confess that she had fantasized about him sliding his huge cock inside her tight pussy. Patrick did not seem to have realized what she had meant to say, as he had closed his eyes and was now furiously stroking his hard cock. His cockhead looked so bloated, as he choked his distended rod while stroking it up and down. "Please, show me how you masturbate thinking about my cock," Patrick continued. "Do you slide your fingers up your tight pussy?" Camille was getting so turned on by the display of him stroking his erection. She could not hold back any longer and slipped two fingers inside her own slick pussy. A Curious Roommate Ch. 02 "Ooooh," Patrick heard her sigh, and opened his eyes to see her leaning back against the bathroom wall wantonly fingering her pussy. She looked so damn sexy. Ogling the young virgin rubbing her very wet pussy in front of him, Patrick picked up his own pace, feeling his bloated balls tensing up as his release started building. Camille would rotate between closing her eyes and enjoying her own ministrations on her pussy, and sneaking peeks at Patrick furiously stroking his now enormous cock. The room was quiet except for the sounds of heavy breathing and the rubbing of slick flesh as they both masturbated in front of each other. Camille was sliding two fingers inside her slick pussy. Her pussy lips were engulfing her fingers and knuckles each time she slid them in. Her hand was covered with her own juices. She opened her eyes to see Patrick staring into her eyes. At that moment it seemed like they had created a deep emotional and sexual connection. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, until Patrick grunted and threw his head back. "Urrghh!" he grunted. Camille looked down at his cock to see the slit at the top of his cockhead spread wide open. And then it happened. "Urrghh!" Patrick groaned again as the first rope of cum shot out three feet across the bathroom, landing across Camille's right thigh. "Oh shit!" Patrick groaned continuing to stroke his cock as the second rope of cum shot out landing across both her feet. She looked down to see her feet soaked in the gooey white liquid, and for some reason it turned her on. She leaned her head back and slid another finger inside her slick pussy as her orgasm took control of her body. "Ooooohhh!" she moaned as her body shivered succumbing to a mind-shattering orgasm. Her knees grew weak, and all of a sudden she found herself on the floor as her body rocked through a series of orgasms. As she rolled around on the floor in orgasmic bliss, she felt something on warm on her back. She opened her eyes slightly and saw that Patrick was still stroking his cock, shooting off thick ropes of cum into the air, which were landing on her back and all over the floor. The sight of his enormous cock shooting off those thick ropes of cum triggered yet another orgasm straight through her body. Patrick sat back down on the toilet with both hands milking the last drops of cum out of his still swollen cock. It felt like he had just shot a bucket full of cum all over the floor. Yet his balls still felt bloated as he sat there stroking his cock in post-orgasmic bliss. He opened is eyes and looked down in front of him to find Camille squirming on the floor with her fingers still inside her pussy. Her pussy lips looked so distended, and he could clearly make out what looked to be her cunt juices flowing down her thighs and all over her hand. The smell of her sex permeated around the bathroom. He surveyed every curve of her slender body as she lay there on the bathroom floor. As his eyes reached her delicate face, she opened her eyes and their glazes met. The sexual tension within the room was thick. Patrick was sitting there on the toilet, cock still in hand, and Camille lay there on the floor covered in cum with three fingers still buried deep inside her wet pussy. It was the moment of the truth. What would they do next? A Curious Roommate Ch. 03 Camille's pussy was still contracting through mini-orgasms as she slid her fingers out. She carefully moved the hair stuck across her forehead to the side and sat up. "I need to get out of here," she said more to herself than to Patrick. Patrick was still seated on the toilet, admiring the young beauty lying on the floor in front of him. His cock was slowly deflating as it oozed some remaining evidence of the massive load he had just ejaculated. Camille quickly got up and grabbed her towel beginning to wrap it around her slender frame. She could feel the blood rushing back into her brain, as her body gradually descended from the series of mind-shattering orgasms she had just experienced. "Don't forget the conditioner. That's what you came in here for correct?" Patrick spoke. "I think there's some in the shower." "Yes. Thanks," Camille responded walking over to the shower stall with one hand holding onto the towel wrapped around her. She stood on her toes looking inside the stall to search for the bottle of conditioner amongst the various other products Shelly had in her shower. Patrick ogled the young virgin standing there inside the bathroom with him in nothing but a towel. He noticed how toned her calves were as she stood up on her toes. Her dark brown hair fell down across her neck and covered her back. "God, she's so sexy," Patrick sighed. He looked her up and down one more time and noticed that the trail of cum that he had shot across her right thigh was now slowly trickling down her leg making its way down to her ankle. Her tiny feet were also still covered in cum, and the sight of her carefully manicured toes covered with his load caused a familiar stir in his cock. He rose and walked over to the shower entrance, coming to a halt behind the forward-leaning Camille. "Found it!" Camille announced holding the bottle of conditioner up. "Good for you," Patrick responded behind her. As a shocked Camille turned around to look at him, he moved her hair to the side and planted a soft kiss along the back of her neck. "What... What are you doing?" Camille timidly stuttered. "Why don't you take a shower in here with me?" he asked as he continued planting kisses along her neck. "No. We can't do this," Camille interjected once more trying to move away from him. "We've gone too far as it is already." "Do what?" he continued moving back in for more kisses. "All I'm suggesting is that we take a shower together." "So why are you... Why are you kissing me?" Camille whispered her eyes closed now as her body succumbed to his advances. "I'm kissing you because I think you're beautiful." "Do you really think I'm beautiful?" she asked excitedly. "You're gorgeous, and so damn sexy," Patrick answered. He then moved his left hand to her hand holding the towel wrapped around her body. She gave way without any resistance as he untied the knot and let the towel drop to their feet, leaving them both standing there naked in Shelly's bathroom. They stepped into the shower together. As the warm water hit their bodies, Camille experienced a whirlwind of emotions ranging from sheer guilt to utter excitement. How could she possibly be doing all of this with her roommate's boyfriend? She was not that type of girl. Playing with his cock yesterday was bad enough. This was outright immoral and sinful. Yet it also felt so breathtakingly passionate and it was as if her body was yearning for Patrick's caress. Camille slowly turned around to face him. She stood up on her toes and stared into his eyes. Not a word was spoken by either of them. They could almost feel each other's heart rate peaking as they leaned in for the kiss. Camille felt a shiver run through her entire body when their lips made contact. She felt him wrap his strong arms around her slim waist and pull her into him, her small slender body coming to a rest against his strong muscular frame. Their tongues engulfed each other as the water cascaded off their faces. They stood there making out in the shower, their bodies fusing together in a mélange of passion. As they embraced she could feel his erection trapped between their bodies. It all of a sudden brought her back to reality. "Patrick," she broke their kiss apart as she stared into his eyes. "I can't do this." "Do what?" he asked looking into her concerned eyes. "Sex. The two of us. We can't," she cried. "I'm a virgin." "It's ok. We won't do anything you don't want to do," he comforted her. "You really mean that?" she asked. "Of course I do. I want your first experience to be a memorable one, and one that you would cherish for the rest of your life. If you don't feel this is the moment for that, it's perfectly fine with me." Camille fought back her tears as he leaned forward and kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her and they stood there embracing each other for what seemed like an eternity. "You're such a sweet guy," Camille broke the silence. "I know," Patrick joked. "We better shower and get out of here before Shelly comes back," Camille said turning around and reaching for the shampoo. As they moved around in the tiny shower stall, their wet bodies kept rubbing up against each other. Camille could not ignore the throbbing erection that Patrick was sporting. It kept bumping against her back as she stood in front of him. "I caused that didn't I?" she asked, looking down at his erect cock feeling a bit guilty. "I'm so sorry." "It's ok. I'll either jerk off or wait till Shelly comes home to relieve the pressure out of this giant," he replied. Suddenly a wave of jealousy came over Camille as Patrick mentioned that he'd wait for Shelly to come home to take care of his throbbing erection. Her mind traveled back to all those nights on which she'd fallen asleep to the sound of Patrick and Shelly fucking in the bedroom across the hallway, as she lay in her own bed wishing it was her pussy that was getting fucked. Then she thought about yesterday morning when she had jerked Patrick off, how he had reacted to her ministrations, and how much power and control she had over him. "Maybe I can help you out with that too" she burst out. "You said it yourself yesterday right? There are many ways of getting that monster down. I am curious to learn a little bit more about some of those ways. You think you can teach me?" Patrick looked down at the sexy virgin smiling up at him and a grin developed across his face. "So what exactly do you want to learn?" he smiled. "Hmm... You mentioned yesterday that Shelly can take this whole thing inside her mouth," Camille said reaching down and grabbing his erect cock in her tiny hand. "I'd like to learn how to do that." "I can certainly teach you that," he smiled. "But of course I'd have to get something as well." "Get what?" Camille asked a bit confused and scared. "I told you I'm not planning on..." "Relax," Patrick calmed her down. "That's not what I'm asking for." "What do you want then?" she asked puzzled. "I want to eat your pussy," he beamed. "Eat my pussy?" Camille was completely confused now. "What did he mean with that?" she thought. "Come here let me show you," Patrick said taking control of the situation. He turned the shower off and grabbed her lifting her up in his arms. "Aaarrghh!" Camille shrieked as he picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom into the bedroom. "We need to dry off!" she yelled. Patrick ignored her shrieks as he threw her onto Shelly's bed. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her to the edge of the bed as he knelt down in front of her. He then grabbed both her ankles and spread her legs apart. "Patrick! What are you doing?" an excited Camille asked. "What are you..." Patrick dove in before Camille could finish her sentence. "Oooooohhhh," she moaned as he lapped his tongue across her pretty pink virgin snatch. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed. "Patrick! What are you doing?" In a matter of seconds Camille's body was experiencing sensations that she had never felt before. The waves of pleasure started out in her pussy and spread across every single inch of her body. She dug her nails into the mattress and threw her head back as she yielded to Patrick's oral assault. "Hmmm, your pussy tastes so good," he murmured as he licked her juices up. "Really?" Camille breathlessly inquired. She would have never thought of anyone putting their mouth down there on her pussy, let alone enjoy the taste of it. Patrick took a few more licks across her snatch and then slid his tongue inside her now dripping pussy. The moment his tongue breached the entrance of her tight snatch it sent Camille over her tipping point. Her body spiraled into a series of mind-blowing orgasms, as Patrick ushered her into sexual realms she had never explored before. She grinded her lower-body around the bed and thrashed her head from side to side letting out shrieks of pure sensual eruption, as Patrick applied more force holding her thighs spread with both hands and rubbed his nose against her clit each time he slid his tongue inside her. He moved one hand down to her pussy and carefully slid a finger inside her virgin pussy. Even though she was dripping wet from his tongue lashing, he still encountered some resistance as he slid his index finger inside her tight hole. "Ooooh, be careful please," Camille begged, her pussy not used to anything as thick as Patrick's digit. He carefully replaced the finger with his tongue, and moved it around inside her pussy. He rotated between his tongue and finger, keeping her wet virgin pussy occupied the whole time. "Oh my goodness!" Camille shrieked once again. "I'm going to cum again!" Patrick increased the pace, fingering her pussy as she climbed her orgasm ladder. "Ooooh!" Camille moaned out loud as her orgasm took control of her body. She locked her thighs around Patrick's neck and pulled him into her snatch as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed into her pussy. Patrick rubbed his face into her wet snatch, getting her secretions all over his chin, cheeks, nose and forehead. He continued to lick and suck her snatch, pausing to hum into her pussy from time to time, causing her body to convulse in mini orgasms. After what seemed like countless orgasms, Camille finally loosened her leg-lock on Patrick's head, allowing him to come up for air. "Oh my goodness. That was incredible!" she sighed struggling to catch her breath. "I can't even begin to thank you for that experience," she said as tears welled up in her eyes. "It's ok," Patrick responded, wiping away her excess juices smeared across his face. "It was my pleasure to introduce you to cunnilingus." "Is that what it's called?" she asked smiling. "Cunnilingus or eating pussy. I like the latter," Patrick said getting up and lying down on the bed next to a sprawled out Camille. "Well whatever it's called, it was amazing," she sighed. Patrick reached around and started playing with her nipples as he looked at her basking in post-orgasmic glow. Her numb body immediately responded to his touch, as goose-bumps trailed down her spine and her nipples became aroused. It was as if he had supplied her with a jolt of sexual electricity. "Hmmm," she moaned, turning around on her side to face him. Her eyes wandered down from his face across his broad chest to his midsection. She looked down his body and spotted his large erection bouncing around between them. It looked so hard with its veins popping to the side of it and the head pulsing with each beat of his heart. Her eyes remained fixed on the sizeable chunk of meat extending out from his midsection as she reached down with one hand and wrapped her tiny fingers around it. She could feel his heart pulse through his cock as she slowly yanked on it, producing a deep guttural moan out of Patrick. "Ooooh," Patrick groaned. Camille sat up and placed her other hand around the bottom side of his erection. With both her hands wrapped around his thick cock she started stroking it up and down. Patrick shut his eyes and threw his head back as he enjoyed the young virgin's manual kneading of his erection. Camille looked down at both her tiny hands stroking the large cock, her fingers struggling to wrap around its width. She had both hands wrapped around his distended erection and there was still at least an inch along with his cockhead jutting out at the top of her grip. As she continued to stroke his cock it seemed like it was growing even bigger and harder. She noticed a large drop of his pearly white ejaculate building at the top of his cockhead around his slit. She leaned down to have a closer look at his cock, inhaling the strong masculine scent emanating from his genital area. She placed her head on his right thigh and held his erection against her face. It extended out vertically reaching well passed the top of her forehead. "So what to I do next?" she asked timidly, her eyes transfixed on the huge cock in front of her. Patrick looked down at the young virgin holding his cock against her face. "Stick your tongue out, and lick it from top to bottom. Get it nice and wet," he instructed. Camille remembered what happened the day before when she touched his cock with her tongue, and thus nervously stuck her tongue out and let it trail starting from the bottom of his erection all the way up to his cockhead. When she reached the top part, she licked the pearly drop of semen up and made her way back down the other side of his cock. She could hear Patrick breathing heavily, as she worked her tongue across every single inch of his meat. She remembered how sensitive his balls were from the other day, and moved a hand down to cup his bloated testicles. As she gained more confidence handling his cock, she started moving it around and licking it like a big popsicle. All Patrick could do was let out a series of deep groans as he enjoyed how the young virgin was licking his cock up and down. "Am I doing this right?" Camille asked. "Oh yes!" he assured her. "So how does Shelly take it all inside her mouth?" "You need to wrap your lips around the head and slide it inside, sucking on it." "Like this?" she asked, wrapping her soft lips around the bloated cockhead and slide her face down on his thick cock. She could only get about two inches of it inside her mouth before she felt the head hit the back of her throat. "Ooooh yes, that's it!" he cried out. She looked up at him with his cock still inside her mouth, searching for approval to see if she was doing it correctly. "Yes. Yes. Yes!" he moaned. "Stroke it with your hand while you suck on it," he instructed. She wrapped her right hand around his thick shaft and started stroking him, while her left hand continued to play with his balls. Her saliva was trickling down around his fat meat, as she continued sucking on the top few inches of it. Her jaws were starting to tire from being wrapped around his thick cock, so she came up for air and rest a little. "I can't imagine how Shelly can get all of this giant inside her mouth," she remarked holding up the hard cock and shaking it. "It takes some practice," Patrick responded. "But you're doing a great for being the first you're doing this," he assured her. "Try breathing through your nose when you slide it inside your mouth." "Ok," she responded leaning back down to take his cock inside her mouth. This time she got the head along with the first two inches down easily. "See, it's not that hard," he sighed. "Yes that's it. Get it all wet with your saliva." Camille couldn't believe it, but she was getting extremely aroused sitting there sucking on Patrick's cock. She enjoyed the control she had over him when she had his cock in her mouth, and she was actually also enjoying sucking on that huge piece of meat. She managed to get the first four inches of his erection inside her mouth, before she started gagging. She resorted to sucking on those four inches and used her hand to stroke the rest of his cock, as she felt Patrick start thrusting his cock inside her mouth. He was obviously enjoying this. She repositioned herself on the bed, facing in the direction of his feet, and proceeded to wantonly sucking and stroking on the large chunk of meat he was providing her. This produced a loud groan out of Patrick, and all of a sudden he grabbed her by the hips, and before she knew it he had placed her ass on top of his face. "Arrgghh!" she shrieked his cock plopping out of her mouth with a loud wet smack. "It's ok," he said. "Just continue what you were doing. You're doing great." As Camille returned to slurping on his erection, she felt him spread her asscheeks apart with his hands. Then she felt his tongue exploring her snatch once again, as he started licking up her pink wet snatch. "Hmmmm," she moaned. Her moan was muffled as her mouth was full of cock. He let his tongue explore up her snatch towards the crevice between her pussy and her asshole. It tickled a little bit, but it felt really good. He continued this for a while, making her squirm each time he ran his tongue up her snatch. "Oh my goodness!" she cried out again dropping his cock from her mouth. "I'm going to cum!" "Yes! Cum for me," he groaned. And then he slid his tongue over her asshole. Camille could not believe the feeling that overpowered her body as she felt his tongue at her back entrance. "Aaaaaarrghhhh!" she yelled as her orgasm took over. She squeezed his erection in her hand as her body convulsed. Patrick began to wantonly suck and lap at her cunt as he began thrusting his cock up. "Put it back in your mouth!" he yelled out. She closed her eyes and slid her mouth deeper down his cock than she'd ever been as she gripped his erection harder and started sucking on his cock as hard as she could. "Fuuuuucckkk!" she heard him scream into her pussy. And then all of a sudden the first stream of cum hit the back of her throat. Her eyes popped wide open, but before she could react he was unloading another stream of cum deep inside her throat. In a matter of seconds he had filled her mouth with cum, and it was starting to seep out the sides of her mouth as she struggled to contain his eruption. She held on to his cock like it was a canon unloading a potent load of sexual juice. She looked down to find his cock and her hands covered with a mixture of her saliva and his cum. His cock was marinated in this sexual juice from the top of his cockhead all the way down to his balls. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "That was incredible!" Camille turned around to look back at him. Her mouth was still full of his load, as she swirled it around her mouth with her tongue. She didn't know what to do. He noticed her predicament. "You can spit it out if you want. Some girls like the taste, some don't." Camille sat up and started looking around for something to spit into. Patrick was looking at her, and all of a sudden a devious smile came across his face. "Shelly loves the taste of it. She always swallows," he spoke, looking to see what Camille would do. Camille had her back to him, so he could not see her reaction. But she stopped moving around, and it seemed as if she was contemplating what he had just said. "The taste is really not that bad," she told herself. "Just a little bitter." She couldn't believe she was actually contemplating this. This was ridiculous. She slowly turned around to face him. He was still laying there on the bed his arms behind his back admiring her. She could've sworn that she had detected a smirk across his face. She swirled the load around her mouth one more time, and then closed her eyes and swallowed. "There!" she said opening her eyes. "Not that bad. I think Shelly has good taste." Patrick grinned within himself. He had just manipulated his girlfriend's roommate into sucking him off and swallowing his cum. A Curious Roommate Ch. 03 "Well I must say, you're a quick learner," he said. "Are you sure you haven't done that before?" "Nope!" she beamed. "This was my first time!" she naively answered. "Then you must be a natural," he responded. "I had a great teacher," she smiled back. A Curious Roommate "What problem?" Patrick asked. "Getting it down silly," Camille shyly smiled, now stroking the shaft with both her hands. She stared at her first cock ever as she played with it in her tiny hands. "Well, she usually will slide it deep inside her throat getting it nice and slick before she climbs on top of it and uses her pussy to ride it until it goes soft inside her," he smiled now looking at his girlfriend's roommate stroking his cock. He wanted to see what her reaction to his suggestion would be. "She puts it in her mouth? Eeeewww, that's gross" a stunned Camille remarked. "Yes, it's called a blowjob. You've never given a guy a blowjob before?" he asked. Camille blushed as she pondered if she should tell Patrick that his was the first cock she had ever seen. "And she's able to get this whole thing in her mouth?" Camille asked amazed, staring at Patrick's cock imagining how Shelly could possibly get all of it in her mouth. "Yeah," Patrick responded, "Shelly is great at it. She knows exactly how I like it." "To be honest with you Patrick," Camille took a deep breath before she continued as if to ensure herself that it was alright, "yours is the first cock I've ever seen." Patrick could not believe his luck. He knew that Camille was not the promiscuous type, but he had never thought that she was a nineteen year old virgin who had never seen a cock before. Camille felt his cock jump as she finished her sentence. To her surprise it seemed like his cock grew even bigger. She could feel it throbbing in her hands, as she looked down at the head. The slit at the top of his knob seemed to open a little bit, as some more of the white liquid started oozing out onto the slick knob. "So what do you think?" he asked. "Think about what?" Camille asked timidly. "What do you think about my cock?" "Oh it's so big and hard!!" she responded looking at him like a little girl that had just gotten a new toy. She would've never guessed that a cock would feel this way. It felt like she was holding a very large and thick carrot. "Is it what you imagined a cock would look and feel like?" "Not really" she responded returning her eyes to his cock. "So do I have to put it in my mouth?" she asked shyly. "Only if you want to," he responded, "like I said, there are plenty of ways of getting this sucker down." Camille continued to stroke the erect cock as she now ventured one finger up to the head, spreading the slimy liquid around the big knob. It felt very slick. "What you are doing right now is called a hand or tug-job," Patrick continued. Camille could sense his breathing getting heavier as he spoke. "Am I doing it right?" she asked. "Oh yes," Patrick groaned closing his eyes for a moment, "just play with it in your hands like that. Stroke it up and down." Camille stared amazed at the reactions she was receiving from Patrick. He seemed to enjoy what she was doing, and the sudden control she felt while stroking his cock turned her on. Camille started stroking his cock faster. The white liquid was now oozing constantly onto his now ballooning cockhead. She moved her right hand to the top of his cock, and rubbed his slick discharge into his cockhead with the palm of her hand getting her hand slick. While she did this, she was tightly milking his fat cock with her left hand. She would alternate between stroking his cock and milking the long shaft with her tiny hands. Milking his warm hard cock felt just like sculpting clay in her sculpturing class. She applied different sculpturing techniques she learned in class as she clenched his rigid shaft, eliciting deep moans from Patrick. Her hands were working wonders massaging his hard cock. Camille noticed that the whole stalk of Patrick's fully erect cock was poking out of his boxer shorts. She did however notice that his balls were still trapped inside his snug shorts. Her curiosity once again taking control, she reached down with her left hand and stretched the slip of his shorts open trying to get his balls out. Patrick noticed what she was doing and reached down to help her pull his balls out. Camille stared at his balls hanging out the slip of his shorts underneath the root of his cock. Just like his cockhead and shaft, they seemed swollen and looked like two water balloons full of water ready to explode. She played with his balls with her left hand, feeling the weight of them. As she curiously played with his balls she heard Patrick let out a loud moan. Looking back up at him she noticed that he had closed his eyes and was biting his lips, undoubtedly enjoying her playing with his exposed balls. She continued to play with his balls, now tugging at them as she increased the pace of her right hand stroking his shaft. Camille could feel her pussy literally leaking into her wet panties as she continued tugging at Patrick's balls and cock. Her panties were soaking wet. Her nipples were also fully erected and poking out through the material of her blouse. She couldn't believe it. She was getting aroused as she stroked his cock. Her right hand getting tired of stroking, she switched hands and started stroking him with her left hand as she moved her right hand to her nipples. While she stroked and tugged at his thick shaft, she slowly started caressing and pinching her nipples through her blouse. She was still stroking Patrick's large cock as she heard him let out a series of moans, and felt his balls tense. He quickly reached down and grabbed a hold of his cock pulling it away from her hold. "What's the matter?" she asked scared that she had hurt him. "I'm getting ready to cum," he said as he gently stroked his cock. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked. "No not at all," he replied. "You are doing a great job." "What am I supposed to do?" she asked nervously. "Lick the head a little bit Camille," he said placing his stiff cock in front of her face. Camille wasn't really sure if she wanted to put his cock in her mouth. Patrick noticed the hesitation in her eyes. "You don't have to put it in your mouth. All you have to do is lick it. Lick the head," he said trying to comfort her. She stared at his cockhead as he slowly stroked his cock in front of her face. "I just have to lick it, that's not that bad I guess," she thought. Eager to continue this new experience, she closed her eyes and timidly stuck her tongue out, leaning forward to lick his cock. As soon as her tongue made contact with his cockhead she heard Patrick let out a deep groan. "OH!" he yelled. Before she realized what was happening she felt a thick stream of warm liquid splash across her forehead. "Oh fuck!" he groaned stroking his cock harder, his balls tensing as he shot stream after stream of cum all over her face. A stunned Camille tried to lean back, but the jets of cum were so strong they landed on her face and neck, trickling down her blouse to her bosom. She frantically reached out trying to grab a hold of his cock to divert his ejaculation, but her hand got hit with a stream also. As Patrick's ejaculation finally subsided, he opened his eyes and looked down to find Camille staring up at him with a bewildered look. Her face, neck, and hands were covered in cum. There was cum across the top of her blouse, and he could see a stream of the thick white liquid trickling down her bosom. She had cum hanging down from her chin and her eyes were struggling to hold back her tears. "I'm so sorry," he said. He was sure he had gone too far this time by losing control and ejaculating all over her. He turned around to find something to help her wipe her face with. Camille was in a state of shock. She felt so humiliated. She could feel the warm liquid covering her face and slipping down her bra to her breasts. She caught the scent of the fresh semen splattered across her face and trickling down her nose. Her lips were locked in an attempt to keep the liquid from seeping into her mouth. She tried wiping her face with her hand, but her hand was also covered in cum. It felt warm and sticky, and it smelled weird. As the tears rolled out of her eyes, she stood up and grabbed her book bag. Pushing past Patrick still standing there with his now deflating cock in his hand, she headed towards the bathroom. "Camille, are you ok?" she heard him ask. "I'm sorry," he pleaded. Closing the door behind her, she took a look at herself in the mirror. There was semen all over here face and neck. It had caused her make-up to run. She grabbed a towel and wiped her hands. She started crying, but wasn't sure why. Was it because she was so humiliated, or was it more of a sense of shock? Camille took off her blouse. The semen had trickled all the way down the crevice of her tiny breasts. As she wiped her bosom clean, the rough material of the towel rubbed against her sensitive nipples, causing them to become erect. She looked at herself in the mirror as she reflected upon what had just happened. She had just seen and felt her first cock. And it felt great. The feel of the hard flesh in her hands, the way it throbbed in her grip, the masculine smell that emanated from it. And then how it ejaculated the warm thick liquid all over her. She had helped pleasure a guy. She looked at her cum covered face through her tears. The thought of having her face covered in semen was disgusting, but the thought of pleasuring a guy to the point he would lose control of his body was a real turn on. As she wiped her face clean with the towel, she noticed the first strand of cum that was splattered across her forehead. She scooped some of it up with her finger and curiously brought it up to closer to her eyes for a better inspection. It looked pearly white and slimy. She rubbed it into her finger with her thumb. She moved it down to her nose and took a deep sniff. It smelled weird. She pursed her lips staring at her finger as if to contemplate her next move. "I wonder what it tastes like?" she thought. And then, closing her eyes and grimacing she stuck her tongue out and scooped the drop of semen off her finger. The taste didn't register at first. She swirled the liquid around her mouth as her taste buds caught the salty taste of the semen. She grimaced. Rinsing her mouth she considered what to do next. Should she tell Shelly what happened? How was she supposed to face Patrick? What would happen if she was left alone with him again? She had certainly enjoyed the experience up until he ejaculated all over her, and even though she felt disgusted by him ejaculating all over her, she was curious and extremely excited at the thought of playing with his cock once more. A knock on the door derailed her trail of thought. "Camille, are you in there?" she heard Patrick ask. "Are you OK?" Drying her face off and taking a deep breath, Camille turned and faced the bathroom door.