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Roommates Ch. 01

By: Vintage Condom



I was 18 and ready to move. I was on my own, and had to get through by any means possible. I hadn't seen my roommate, who was also the owner of the house, yet, but in our e-mail correspondence he seemed very nice. He was especially kind when I explained my situation. 

I was on my own at 18; I was crashing at a friend's house while I was getting a job. I finally found one, at a local supermarket, it paid enough for me to move out of my friends house and support myself. So I went to some online classified sites and found Louie. He told me about his two-story house just a few miles outside of the town I was living in. Arrangements were made and soon I was moving in with him. I just couldn't pass this up, so I told him I would move in immediately. Louie was 45 years old, and I could tell he was very mature, but also very funny and sweet. When I first moved in I was amazed; the house was better than described. I walked in through the kitchen door, and I could tell I was in for a treat. 

At the entrance there was the very cute kitchen, and a stairway leading down into the basement. I walked through the kitchen and it looked very clean and well kept. When I got to the end, there was a living room, and another hall. The living room contained a dining table, and a fireplace with big comfy couches. Down the hall, there was a screen door leading to the back yard, and a hall with two bedrooms and a bathroom. Both bedrooms were locked, and the bathroom was very clean, with a large shower. The backyard was a little small but had a nice large hot tub. I backtracked and went down into the basement. I walked into a TV room, with some couches and a nice large TV. To the right was another hall. I walked down, and there were two more bedrooms and another bathroom. The first bedroom was empty, I assumed this would be my room. It had a small bed in the corner, a window looking up into the backyard, and a closet. I walked down further to the last bedroom. The door was closed, but not locked. I walked in; it was the master bedroom. There was a king-size bed in the middle of the back wall, with a large TV in front, and a large closet inside. There was also a bathroom, as I heard a shower going. I walked into the bathroom, and saw a massive figure step out of the shower. It was Louie, completely naked.

I turned away and said, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I was just looking around and-". He cut me off with "Oh, no problem at all! We are going to be living together, might as well get comfy!" I laughed nervously and agreed. He walked past me, gave me a big pat on the back, and wrapped a towel around him. Louie was a large man. He was about 6' 10", and probably around 300 pounds. He was very hairy, had a lot of chest and armpit hair. He also had a fairly large beard, but short hair on his head. He had black hair, but mixed with a lot of white strands. He had big brown eyes. He was a lot the opposite of my figure. I stood about 5' 10", and weighed about 140 pounds. I had short blonde hair, and aside from that, I was completely smooth. 

"Well, you can just go take your bags to your room while I change. You probably guessed it's he empty one down the hall; gotta keep you close," he said smirking. I laughed nervously and went to get my bags. I had just finished putting my stuff in my drawers and my clothes in my closet when Louie came into my room. He was wearing a white wifebeater and some khaki shorts. He was also barefoot; he had very large feet, I estimated around a size 13, wide. "Well, since this is our first day, we should start off by getting to know each other", he said, while walking across my room and sitting on my bed. He sat right at the head, and I noticed he wasn't wearing underwear, his pants sagged as he sat down, and his crack rubbed against my pillow. "Sure, what do you want to know about me", I started off.

"Well, what do you like to do?"

"Right now, I like to just chill, listen to music, watch TV, and go to work."

"That's good, you know when to work, and when to relax."

"I guess you could say that. What about you?"

"I like to read, watch movies with friends, relax in my hot tub, and eat", he replied, ending with a small chuckle.

"That's cool. I just want to say I am very grateful for you renting this room to me, you don't know how happy you have made me, things are looking up for me. I don't want to bother you, I'll just stay out of your way for the most part."

"Oh, that's quite unnecessary, I'd love to make friends with you, who knows, we could become quite close...by the way, I'd just like to say your are much cuter than I expected."

"Uhh, thanks." I replied nervously, "Well, it's getting late, I need to sleep, I have an early day at work tomorrow."

"I'll let you get your rest than, I'll be upstairs cooking something for me, I'll save you some leftovers for lunch or something."

"Thanks", I said as I headed to bed.

The next day I woke up late. I got ready, took a shower, and ate. By the time I was ready to leave, I had no time to spare. I got to the store about five minutes late. However, when I got there, the doors were locked. I looked inside and all the lights were off. I suddenly realized I was the only one there, there weren't even any cars in the lot save mine. I went around back, and saw a note on the back door. It read:

Dear Employees,

Unfortunately, our store has been ordered to permanently shut down. Numerous Safety and Health violations have been reported, and the government has ordered use to close down. All employees will unfortunately be let go. We apologize for this, but there is nothing we can do.You will get your last paycheck in the mail this week. Sorry, and good bye.

Your Management

I could not believe what I had read. All of a sudden things were going great, and now, I have no job, which means no money, which means no house and no food. I didn't know what to do. I figured I would firstly have to explain the situation to Louie. I didn't know how he would react. He could kick me out, or maybe he would be merciful and let me stay until I find another job. His actual reaction was a lot different than anything I thought up on the fateful ride back to Louie's house.

I walked into the house and began looking for Louie. He was downstairs, watching TV. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just short khaki shorts, that sagged and showed his crack. I also noticed he had large tits, filled with hair. He looked up at me and asked, "Back so early?" I sighed, and explained to him my dilemma. 

When I finished, he had a strange look on his face, like a look of wonder. But it soon changed into a small smirk. He stood up, towering me, and walked right in front of me, my face almost touching his large chest. "I have a proposition for you. I will let you live here, and I will pay for everything. Shelter, food, clothes, everything". I lit up, "Really? You would do that for me?! Wow, thank you so much, you are great. I promise when I find a new job I'll pay-"

"Hold on" he quickly said, "There is one condition. You will live with me here permanently..."

I became confused.

"...And you will be mine. You will do whatever I say. You will kiss me, massage me, blow me, rim me, shower with me, sleep with me. You will be my little girlfriend".

I was astonished. Before I could say anything, he embraced me. He carried me in a bear hug,and laid down on me on the couch. He began to passionately kiss me. I tried to fight him but he was too strong, I tried to scream and break free, but it was useless. His tongue moved all over the inside of my mouth. I couldn't do anything. He finally broke of the kiss, and began licking my face. 

"Get off me! I'm not gay! Help!!!"

"There's nothing you can do! Where else will you go? You're mine now, just give in!"

He was right, there was nothing I could do. Nowhere I could go. I had to be his bitch. He pulled my face down his chest.

"Suck my tittie."

"Oh god no!"

"Suck it now!", he yelled thrusting my mouth around his hairy breast. I began licking and sucking. I got hair in my mouth. His chest was greasy, but I sucked it for a whole 2 minutes. 

He finally let my head go, and he stood up and took off his shorts, displaying his erect penis. I hadn't noticed how large it was when I first saw him naked, but it was huge. It was about 10 inches, and about 3 inches around. He pulled me off the couch.

"Take off your clothes. Now."

I began undressing. All my clothes were in a pile behind me, and I stood naked in front of him and his throbbing cock. He pushed me to my knees.

"Suck daddy's cock, my little slut."

I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking and licking. It barely fit in my young mouth,but he took my head and pushed me up and down the shaft. I was about to choke, but I controlled my self. I sucked his huge dick for what seemed like 3 minutes, and he finally came in my mouth. He came a ton and I almost threw up, but he made me swallow it all. He grabbed me, and sat down on the couch, putting me on his lap. He leaned back and took some long breaths, and rubbed my bare ass.

"You will make a good slave baby. It's getting late though. You will sleep with me in my bed every night. I don't shower much, but you will join me in bathing as well. Let's go." We walked to his bedroom, his arm around my shoulder. He threw me into his bed. I got into the sheets. He came in after me, and turned me to face him, and cuddled up beside me. He gave me a big kiss.

"We will be good for each other, baby."

To be continued...

Roommates Ch. 01



It's difficult to find privacy when you're sharing

a small college dorm room with another guy, but Gene and I had worked out some accommodations, like taking turns vacating the premises when the other guy had a hot date to bring back to the room.

But then there were always those nights when neither of us had a date and we just turned out the lights and went to sleep horny as hell. On one of those nights I was awakened by a noise in the room. Without stirring, I opened my eyes and looked toward Gene's bed where the noise was coming from. Gene was stretched out on his bed, naked and very hard. The moonlight filtering in through the window glistened off his body as he lay there on top of the covers slowly stroking himself. The noise was his soft moaning of enjoyment as he stroked his cock.

Although I had never been attracted to guys, I couldn't stop watching him. I found myself thinking that this guy had one sexy body. His daily workouts and swim team routine had given him the body of a true Adonis. I lay there watching as he brought himself closer and closer to orgasm, his body writhing on the bed and his moans growing louder. Then his body jerked in spasms of ecstasy as he released his pent-up energy. I could see the glistening cum spurting out of his cock, falling on his stomach as he fell back on the bed in utter relaxation.

I tried not to show that I was awake, but saw Gene look over at me. I wondered if he knew that I had been watching. As Gene went into the bathroom to clean up, I turned over to try to go back to sleep, realizing that my cock was hard. For some reason I couldn't even explain to myself, I slipped off my jockey shorts and lay face down on the bed, pulling the covers aside just enough to be sure that Gene would realize I was naked when he walked by my bed.

The next day Gene and I woke up, got dressed, and went down to the cafeteria for our morning cup of coffee and Danish. Neither of us mentioned the previous night's activity until we were sitting at our table near a window in a quiet corner of the dining room.

Gene leaned forward a bit to say in a quiet voice, "I hope I didn't disturb you last night."

"Ahh, no, not at all, why do you say that?"

Gene smiled, "Oh, I just got a little excited last

night, thinking about fucking and sucking."

I grinned at him, trying to act surprised, but still be cool about it. "Hey man, not a problem with me. Hope you enjoyed yourself."

"Oh I did, very much. I was sure you must have heard me when I exploded."

I didn't know what to say, but responded, "Well, maybe I did hear something, but thought I was dreaming."

Gene looked me in eyes, "Funny, I thought I noticed you looking over at me."

I guess I must have looked a little embarrassed, because Gene said, "Hey, it's okay, I don't mind being watched. In fact, as several girlfriends and a few guys will tell you, I love being watched."

"What do you mean, you put on shows for them?" Gene again looked me in the eyes and said "You bet I do, g-string and all. They love it and I get so fucking hot dancing and stripping I get into a sexual frenzy."

I was getting turned on just hearing about this aspect of Gene's love life, but struggled to hide my excitement. "Jeez, that must be one wild scene," I said.

With a look that seemed almost seductive, Gene said "I sure think it is, but you don't have to take my word for it, Lisa recorded my last performance at her house. I'm going to be over at Lisa's tonight, but I'll leave the disc in the DVD player so you can take a look if you want to."

I just shrugged, trying to be nonchalant, and said, "Oh, I guess I'll leave that for you and Lisa to enjoy, but thanks anyway."

"Okay, suit yourself, " Gene said, "I've got to run. Probably won't see you until tomorrow."

When I got back to the room that night, I put some music on and finished up some reading I had to do for a class the next day. Even though I tried to focus on other things, I couldn't get the thought out of my mind that the DVD disc was there waiting for me, and that it was clear that Gene wanted me to watch it. I also realized that I was finding it exciting to think about seeing Gene's performance.

"What the hell," I thought, "why not, why fucking not." I clicked the TV and DVD player on and sat back on my bed to enjoy the show.

The first thing I heard was the soft rhythm of a very sexy Sade song. Then, there was Gene, wearing a t-shirt and levis, moving around, letting his hands roam over his body as he started gyrating his hips to the sound of the music. He was smiling at the camera, licking his lips. He clutched the t-shirt and started ripping it off, tearing it away from his body. He reached for a bottle of oil and began rubbing it over his chest and abdomen, still moving with the music. He unbuttoned the levis, slipped them down his legs and pulled them off.

He was wearing only a very sexy string thong which revealed his bulging cock. He turned away from the camera and rubbed oil over his ass and down his legs. He turned back toward the camera, his body glistening in the glow of a soft spotlight.

His body was so tight, so fucking tight, not an ounce of fat anywhere, every muscle seeming to ripple as he danced. He moved his hands slowly over his body, across his chest, down his abdomen, playing with the string of his thong, his body bumping and grinding with the music.

I could feel my own cock getting hard watching the show, so I decided to do a little stripping of my own, laying there naked as Gene continued his show. I was fucking hot by now and began stroking my cock as I watched. I saw Lisa entering the camera range now, beautiful, naked. She moved toward Gene, lowering herself in front of him, taking his swollen cock into her mouth.

I was stroking like crazy when I heard the door open. Gene walked in, closing the door softly behind him. "Looks like you're enjoying the show, huh, Johnny."

"Christ, Gene, I thought you were going to be out tonight." I grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to my waist.

He walked over toward my bed, laughed and said,

"I just thought I might have a little fun here tonight." He pulled the sheet away and said, "Like I said, you seem to be enjoying watching me put on a show."

His hand reached down and slowly moved up the shaft of my cock. I moved away, but he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching over to touch my cock again.

"Don't resist it, John, I know you lust after my body and I know you'll like having sex with me."

"No, I don't think so, " I said as I pushed his hand away. He stood by the side of the bed and took off his shoes and socks, then his shirt. He slipped his levis off to reveal that he was wearing that same string thong.

"C'mon, Johnny, you know you like my little gstring." He took my hand as he slid onto the bed, moving my hand onto his abdomen. I felt his firm, tight muscles. I felt my hand moving across his abdomen. I felt him guiding my hand lower, lower. I couldn't fight it, I couldn't resist, I was getting turned on by the feel of his body. He moved my hand over his thong. I could feel his rigid cock underneath. He slipped one of my fingers under the string of the thong.

"C'mon, baby, take it off me, get me naked for you," Gene whispered. I was too far gone to resist. My fingers slipped under the thong, pulling it over his cock, then down his legs and off. "Now, I'm going to teach you to please me, Johnny." He reached around the back of my head and pulled me toward him, forcing my head down toward his cock.

"Touch it with your tongue, baby, just touch it." I let my tongue reach out to touch the shaft of his cock. "Yes, Johnny, that's it. Now lick it, lick my fucking cock." My tongue moved slowly down the shaft of his cock. I couldn't stop, I couldn't resist. I licked his cock, up and down the shaft, then touched the head of his cock.

"Yes, yes, yes, take it, fucking take it, suck it, suck it." My tongue moved over the head of his cock, my lips parted. I took his cock in my mouth, licking it, sucking it, licking, sucking, taking it deeper, sucking, sucking. I could feel him thrusting into my mouth. I could taste his cum. Oh god, I could taste him. He was cumming, cumming. I could feel his cum flowing into my mouth. I was licking, sucking, swallowing. My cock was throbbing. I was so hard, so fucking hard.

Gene had fallen back to the bed after he came. His voice was very soft, "Oh god, baby, you are one fucking good cocksucker. You gave me just what I needed."

Then he was alongside me in the bed, his hand on my cock. "But you haven't cum yet, " he said, as he gently stroked my cock. "And, I haven't tasted my cum yet, baby."

He leaned over and put a finger on my lips, feeling the cum that was still there. Then he moved his finger back to his mouth, licking, tasting his own cum. "Mmmm, baby, that makes me so hot," he murmured.

"It's making me hard again." He stroked my cock as he moved his face toward mine. His tongue reached out to touch my lips. I turned away, but he forced my face back toward his. His tongue moved over my lips, licking, then our lips met, he was kissing me, moving his tongue inside my mouth, licking, kissing, stroking my cock. His other hand moved over my ass, caressing, pulling me closer.

I was so close, so fucking hot. I couldn't hold back, I was kissing him, I was wild, I was exploding in the most fantastic orgasm I had ever had. Gene continued stroking my cock as I came, my cum spurting out into his hand, over my cock, over my stomach, onto the bed.

I collapsed in utter exhaustion, laughing, "Jeezus, man, I can't remember ever cuming like that before."

Gene moved his hand over my ass again, "I think we'll do this again, baby, I've got some more things to teach you and I can hardly wait until our next lesson."



Roommates Ch. 01



The ad was clear, a young female 20 something professional seeks roommate to share a two bedroom two bathroom on the Upper West Side. After an afternoon of women I wouldn't want to share a taxi with, Alex walked in. I was surprised to say the least. Alex was young, professional, looked pretty put together, but Alex was definitely not a woman. He was fit, tall, around 6'4", stunning blue eyes and he had a head of messy thick black hair. He painfully stylish without trying. The kind of guy who was kryptonite to the average NYC girl.

"Erica?" He asked.

"Yes." I responded.

"Alex." We shook hands, he sat down.

"I'm sorry. I thought Alex was short for Alexandra." I said. 

"Nope, Alexander. How are you?"

"Good. Good. But, I was looking for a female roommate."

"Oh, I see...Its just..nope never mind...Well...your ad just seemed too good to be true.

"What do you mean?" I asked intrigued.

"Well, its in my ideal neighborhood, my price range, I'd have my own bedroom and bathroom. I'd live with someone who works for a major graphic novel publishing company, which may or may not include reading the latest comics before they are out, your friends occasionally come over and play tester Xbox games for "work" and your building is 420 and pet friendly...Seriously? What's the catch? Do you have mice? Roaches? Are you crazy? Gonna skin me alive in my sleep?" I couldn't help but laugh. After 3 hours of excellent conversation, I was convinced the Alex was my brother from another mother.

* * *

"Erica, he is too hot from his own good." My friend Patricia whispered as Alex walked, shirtless, back to his room. He was in a pair of low slung gym shorts, showing off his sculpted abs and strong back. The usual. That was the typical effect Alex had on women. He was like catnip for pussy. Was I immune? After living with him for 6 months I had seen him shift faced, so high he thought the walls were velvet and we had definitely farted in-front of each other. So yeah. He was just Alex to me. Of course he was a handsome guy, but, he slept around like one. 

"So...have you guys...?" Patricia asked. After he retreated back to his room.

"No! No. Of course not." I responded.

"Why not! He is like right across the hall!"

"He has probably the best roommate I have ever had and I'm not about to complicate that."

"Seriously?" 

"What?! I'm serious. Try to find a good roommate in this city." I said defensively. Suddenly, we both heard a male voice behind us.

"Tell me about it." Alex answered. He leaned against the wall next to the couch we were sitting on. Patricia let her eyes blatantly undress him.

"Yeah, it must be so hard." She said, her eyes lingering on his crotch. Alex smiled enjoying the female attention.

"You have no idea." Alex teased. I just rolled my eyes. Typical. Patricia was just what Alex usually wanted. She was tall, thin, blonde and stunning. She had no problem getting any guy she wanted. Especially guys like Alex. I was cute, but short. Petite. I didn't have crazy huge boobs like Patricia or legs for days. But I worked out, I took care of myself.

"Is there something you want Alex?" I asked annoyed.

"No. Just seeing what you girls are up to."

"Work-" I started

"Nothing!" Patricia responded. "Just talking about boring publishing stuff, join us. Erica you wanna grab us some beers or wine or...whatever?"

"Sure." I sighed. "Sure." Here we go, I thought. 

* * *

"Oh my God!" Patricia's voice rattled through the apartment at 3 o'clock in the morning and woke me up. I was surprised the neighbors hadn't banged down the door yet. "Shit! Fuck me Alex! Fuck!" It was getting ridiculous. That was the third time she had been over this week. And knowing Alex, they had been at it all night and they weren't done yet. Usually I'd just play some music and ignore it, but it was 3 o'clock in the morning. 

I got out of bed, ready to go bang on his door to tell him to keep it down. I opened my door and walked down the hall. The noises got louder. I walked out to the living room only to see full view of Alex's ass as he pounded into Patricia who was currently bent over the sofa. I froze. If there was ever any doubt if Alex's ass was perfect, it had been erased. And watching him pound in and out Patricia showed off his ass in rare form. 

The living room smelled like sex. It made me realize how long it had been since I had gotten laid, let alone fucked the way Alex was fucking Patricia. By the way Patricia was whimpering it sounded like Alex was tearing her apart. My breathing was getting shallow. I felt my pussy starting to get wet. I watched the site in living room carefully and with such longing I had to put my hand down the front of my PJs and lazily flick my clit just to relieve the tension.

"Fuck! Don't stop. Please, don't stop. I'm coming!" She whimpered. He was fucking her so hard their flesh slapped together at a breakneck pace. Alex groaned, as Patricia writhed around him, but he didn't slow his pace. He just latched on to her harder. I began to rub my clit in circles, getting hotter. This was wrong, so wrong. If I got caught what would I even say? It was so hot I didn't care. Their panting and grunting was getting more feverish and passionate until Alex pulled out, turned Patricia around, shoved her down to her knees, put his cock in her face and said, 

"Clean it." Which she did. Then he held her head on his cock and moaned, fucking her face as he came. They were done or so it seemed. But I wasn't. My pussy was soaked and aching. I crept back down the hall to my room. I quietly laid in my bed. I reached down between my legs and started rolling my clit in between my fingers. I imagined that Alex was fucking me like that. With passion. With abandon. When I came, I had to bite my pillow to keep from screaming. 

* * *

"Good Morning Erica." Alex was sitting in his boxers on the couch eating cereal. He looked well rested and relaxed from the night before.

"Where is Patricia?" I snapped.

"She had to go to the office. What's up with you?" He asked, instantly picking up on my mood.

"I had to listen to the two of you going at it all night. I went to bang on your door. But instead, found you two fucking in the living room and saw more of either of you than a ever needed to. Really? Do we have to have a talk about respecting common areas?"

"Shit! Really? I'm so sorry Erica." 

"I mean, she was screaming like a banshee. How could I not?"

"I didn't really think about it Erica. I'm so sorry." Alex pleaded, pouting, setting down his cereal. He came over and bear hugged me. As he wrapped his half naked body around me I began to blush. "I'm so sorry roomie!" I put my hands on his chest to push him away. He just squeezed me harder. 

"Ugh, please tell me you took a shower." I felt his muscles tensing, holding me as I struggled in his arms.

"Of course." He said refusing to let go.

"Cause lord knows I don't want to catch anything from you and your hoes."

"Ouch," He let go. "Burn, Erica. Just because I enjoy sex and the women I have sex with enjoy it, doesn't make anyone a whore."

"Well...then...what's the point of a relationship?" I challenged. 

"What? You won't have sex until marriage?"

"No. Just a commitment. You know, seeing the same girl from more than a week?"

"You got jokes, huh?" He smiled. But there was something else there. Something behind his eyes that seemed a bit hurt.

To be continued...



Roommates Ch. 01



The music was loud and the dance floor was packed when I walked into the bar. It was 11:00 on a typical Saturday night at the "Top of the Heap," and the place was filled with attractive women and young good-looking guys. The crowd was primarily in their 20's, and most of the women were on the dance floor gyrating with each other and the men that would dance. The music was primarily hip-hop, and even though I didn't particularly care for that genre, I enjoy the look of the women that did. Obviously I wasn't the only "Older" guy who was there for the scenery. There was an abundance of other men who were standing around with drinks in their hands watching the women moving to the music under the flashing lights. 

I made my way to the corner of the bar, where my roommate Jerry was opening beers and mixing cocktails as fast as his hands could move. He had been the bar manager here for almost two years now, and I was still amazed at not only how quickly he could mix drinks, but also by his knack for seeing everything that took place – even across the crowded room. 

By the time I stepped up to the bar, he had a bottle of Bud Light open and sitting in front of me.

"He's good, isn't he?" asked the brunette sitting right next to me.

Trying to think of something witty to respond with, the best I could manage was, "No, I'm pretty sure he's better than just good."

"Hi, I'm Ellen" she said as she held out a well manicured left hand which was adorned with a tasteful shade of nail polish and an extremely large diamond next to a shiny gold band on the ring finger. "Since he obviously knows what you drink, you must know Jerry."

"Damn, another married one," I bemused silently as I introduced myself as his roommate.

As I took a closer look at her in the dim light, I realized that she looked familiar. I didn't know her, but I had seen her around before – of course in a town of only 12,000 people you saw just about everybody at one time or another. 

She had straight dark brown hair, which appeared a little longer than shoulder length, and it was pulled back into a ponytail, held in place by a white ribbon. She had sparkling hazel colored eyes, a cute little pug nose, pearl white teeth, and wire frame glasses that only complemented her attractive face. She was dressed in a sleeveless white blouse that was tucked into a very short black skirt, and it was difficult not to stare at the tremendous amount of thigh she was showing. Her legs were trim and muscular, and I instantly began to feel that familiar tingling in my loins as I had a normal 30-year-old heterosexual reaction to this incredibly attractive woman.

"Have you known Jerry for very long?" she asked

"A couple of years," I replied, "He used to be married to my sister's best friend." I guessed her age at about 30, and except for the short skirt and the fact that I was talking to her in a bar, she looked as pure and innocent as someone you might see teaching Sunday school. 

"Excuse me for a moment" she said as she rose and headed for the ladies room. I found myself staring at her narrow hips and the movement of her butt as she walked away. The skirt she was wearing was quite snug, and it was easy to make out the shape of her ass - and the tight little jerk it made with each step she took left no doubt in my mind that it was firm and muscular.

"What are you looking at asshole?' I heard Jerry ask from behind me.

"If you have to ask, then you aren't half the Don Juan you claim to be" I replied, as we touched glasses and drank the shots he had set in front of me.

"If I have my way I'll be giving that sweet little thing a good workout tonight." Jerry said with a smile. After living with him for six months, and knowing what I did about him, I had no doubt that he would end up being right about that – more on that subject in a minute. 

Jerry got busy again, and I turned around and waited for Ellen to return. As I watched her walk toward me, I got my first full frontal look at her, and I just couldn't get over how attractive she was. She was about 5'4," maybe 125 lb., and she walked with the confidence of a woman who knew how sexy she was. She had what appeared to be reasonably small breasts, but they were entirely proportional for her frame size. It was obvious from the dark circles of her aureole, which were visible through her blouse if you looked close enough, that she wasn't wearing a bra. I glanced around, and there was at least a half dozen other guys staring at her as she walked over and sat down.

For the next three hours we talked and got to know each other, as Jerry stayed busy with the young, heavy drinking crowd. It turned out that Ellen was as smart and witty as she was pretty, and the time flew by. Even though she was an amazingly good-looking woman, she was incredibly down to earth and unpretentious. I found out that she was married, albeit unhappily, to a guy who made a lot of money but was gone a lot. She was 32, had no kids, worked for an attorney, and loved to dance.

We spent at least half of the night on the dance floor, and she didn't seem to mind at all that I wasn't a great dancer. The couple of slow songs that we danced to gave me an opportunity to hold her close for a few minutes, and it took a concerted effort to not get an erection.

I couldn't deny that I was hoping to be the one she went home with tonight, but the looks she kept giving Jerry left no doubt who she had her sights set on – not that I could blame her. Let me tell you a little bit about Jerry – He was 28, about 6'2," with wavy brown hair and a muscular build, and he had that dimpled chin that women seem to love. He wore his jeans and his shirts just tight enough to show off his physique, and he had a quick smile that matched his personality. He had a reputation for being quite a lady-killer, and after living with him for only three months I could already vouch that his reputation was well deserved. I was amazed, and extremely envious, of the number of women that seemed to flock to him. As I said before, more on him in a minute. 

Back to Ellen – As the beer continued to flow, the alcohol loosened her tongue as well as her inhibitions. On one occasion, when she caught me staring at her legs for about the twentieth time, I thought she might be offended, but she simply commented that it was nice to be with someone who obviously appreciated how hard she worked to keep herself in shape.

"You know," she mused, "It's been so long since my husband paid attention to my legs that I don't think he'd even remember what to do with the things that he would find if he took the time to try and get between them."

"It sounds like you are married to a fool" I replied. Based on that remark, and a few other comments she made, she left no doubt in my mind that she had needs that were going unfulfilled at home.

I was sure that Jerry was planning to help her out with that later. 

He did manage to find time to drink a couple of shots with us, and by the time I excused myself at about 2:00, it was obvious that Ellen was going to wait for him until he closed up. Jerry and I shared a very old four-bedroom house with another guy, who was gone for the week, and with my son who was usually there on the weekends but was gone this week visiting his grandparents. I wanted to be home by about 2:30, because I had to get up and be domestic before my son came back about noon. I had laundry to do, homework to finish for one of the classes I was taking, and it was my turn to mow the lawn.

As I pulled into the driveway and parked, I couldn't get my mind off Ellen. A big part of me was hoping that they would come back here, although there was a chance they would go to her place since her husband was out of town. When I climbed the stairs to the second floor that had 3 of the bedrooms - mine, Jerry's and my son's – I stepped into Jerry's room for a second and made sure that the large square grate from the heat duct was open – just in case.

I think I was asleep the second my head hit the pillow, and I don't know exactly how long I had been out, when I heard the front door close. I was wide-awake instantly and I could make out the muffled sounds of Jerry, and a woman I assumed was Ellen. They were whispering, but they had both had a bit to drink and they weren't really very quiet. I heard the steps creak as they ascended to the second floor, and I lay quiet as could be so they wouldn't suspect I was awake. 

Now more about Jerry - 

As I said earlier, I had been living with Jerry for about three months now, and he and I lived totally different lifestyles. He was divorced, had no kids, managed the hottest bar in town, and had lived here for most of his life. He usually got home around 3 A.M., and didn't get up until about noon most days. I was divorced, had joint custody of my six-year-old son, attended school full time, drove a truck part-time to pay the bills, and had only lived here for 2½ years. I was usually in bed by 10:00, and up by 6:00.

Jerry had a reputation around town as quite a ladies man, and living in the same house with him had given me ample opportunity to find out why. His room and mine shared a common wall, and there was a large heat duct that emptied into a 12"X12" grate in each room. If both sides were open, you could easily hear and see everything that went on in the other room. Since I was a light sleeper, in the past three months I had heard plenty. 

I had always had a voyeuristic streak - I enjoyed watching and listening to other people having sex, and living with Jerry was almost like a fantasy come true. Dozens of times since I had been living there I had listened through the wall opening as he had given a parade of women exactly what they apparently wanted and expected from him. At least two or three times a week when Jerry came home he was not alone. By now I recognized the sound of Susie, his Wednesday night regular, and Janie, who was here every other Friday. I didn't know the names of most of the others, but occasionally I would see them in the morning when they left. I recognized some of them, and I was pretty sure that a couple of them were married. 

Most were attractive, some were plain, and a few were incredible – like Ellen – but they seemed to have one thing in common – they all wanted the same thing from Jerry. I know they say that size isn't that important, but from some of the things I had heard through that wall in the past three months, it definitely makes a lot of difference to some women. I had no idea how many different women I had heard crying out in orgasm, many of them multiple times, but the thing that intrigued me the most was the number of times I had heard whispered comments like "Wow, you are big," or "Oh my God you're huge." I could clearly remember the one night Jerry had obviously worked his magic, and her pleas of "No, it's too big" and "Slow, go slow," had eventually changed to "Give it to me" and "Oh God fuck me." I could still hear her crying out as she came - over and over and over again. 

That was the only night I had ever been worried about my son waking up.

I didn't even get to see what she looked like, but I masturbated twice while it was happening, and twice more the next day as I imagined that it had been me in there with her.

I didn't know exactly how big he was, but I had even heard one woman get up and leave – refusing to have sex with him because he was too big for her. Now, he was coming up the stairs with Ellen - somebody I had actually met and wanted for myself - even before listening in. This was going to be a first, and I was already hard with anticipation. When the light went on in his room, I slowly slid off of my bed and crawled quietly across the floor to the wall opening. I lay on my stomach, looking through the vent, and had an unobstructed view of his entire room. I was hoping to get a quick look at Ellen getting undressed, as I had done with a few others. It always turned out to be a quick look though, because Jerry always turned the light off.

Because of the way the old farmhouse was constructed, it was two steps up to my room from the level of the other two second floor bedrooms, which meant that when I was lying on the floor looking through the grate my head was just about level with his bed. The foot of his bed faced the direction of my room, and was about 6 feet away. If somebody was standing at the foot of the bed, like Jerry and Ellen were doing right now, I could see everything from about shoulder height down to their knees. Ellen had her back to me, and I could see that her arms were up around his neck. I could hear them kissing and his hands were holding her ass and squeezing her cheeks together and then pulling them apart.

I was laying there wishing that I could see her uncovered, and as if he could read my mind, he reached down and pulled her skirt up to her waist. She was wearing no panties, and her incredibly firm tight little ass was now completely on display for me. He again began to slowly squeeze her cheeks together before pulling them apart, and I now had one of my favorite views in the world, because every time he would pull the cheeks of her ass apart, I would have a clear view between her trim thighs. Even from behind, I could see the faint wisps of her pubic hair and the unmistakable shape of her labia.

"Let me shut the light off," Jerry said as he dropped her skirt back into place and started toward the switch.

"No, leave it on," she replied as she pulled him back toward the bed. "I don't like it dark when – when I'm doing it – I want to see you - I want you to see me." She then pushed him back until he sat down on the foot of the bed. 

In the same instant I realized two things - I was going to get more of a show than I had planned for, and I didn't dare touch myself for fear of coming already.

As he sat on the foot of the bed and watched, she pulled her blouse over her head and dropped it on the floor, then kicked off her shoes. She unbuttoned her skirt and then turned around so she was facing me. This gave me my first look at her breasts, and they were as perfect as the rest of her – 34B maybe, with small diameter nipples that were hard with excitement and stuck out like a couple of thimbles.

What I really wanted to see was the view Jerry was getting when she bent over at the waist, lowering her skirt to the floor and stepping out of it one foot at a time. When she was bent over, her back toward him, I know he had a perfect view of her ass and her pussy from less than a foot away.

I had seen a lot of incredibly well built nude women in magazines, but when she stood back up and turned a pirouette, stopping when she was facing him, I was positive that I was looking at the nicest body I had ever seen in real life.

"Now it's your turn," she stated, as she reached out and helped Jerry remove his shirt. She then knelt down and removed his shoes and socks, one at a time. She then slowly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and then pulled them from his hips as he helped out by raising his ass up slightly off the bed. 

He was now down to just his boxers, and what she said next let me know that she was a woman on a mission and she knew exactly what was waiting for her and why she was here. 

Still on her knees, she reached out and began to pull down his boxers while declaring "Now its time to see this cock I've heard all the girls talk so much about." 

Even though I'm totally straight, I was nearly as anxious as she was.

She was between us as she pulled down his boxers so I couldn't see what she had uncovered, but the lust in her voice as she said "Jesus Christ" sent chills up my spine. 

As she pulled his boxers from his legs and tossed them aside, I got my first look at it, and all the things I had heard over the past three months now made so much sense.

Based on my own 6" long, 1½' diameter average sized cock, I guessed that he was about 9" long and over 2" in diameter. 

I watched as she reached out and grasped him with both hands, unable to encircle his shaft between her thumb and fingers. She had one hand above the other and the mushroom shaped head was still visible above her grasp.

"Come on up here" he said as he scooted back on the bed until he was laying flat on his back. Unwilling to release her grasp on something she obviously wanted badly, she crawled up onto the bed and knelt between his legs. She then leaned over, removed her top hand, and sucked about half of his monster cock into her mouth.

Jerry reached down and pulled her around until she was reversed from him, and then pulled her over on top of him in the classic 69 position. I couldn't see exactly what he was doing between her legs, but whatever it was, he was doing it right based on her reactions. Several times she stopped sucking him and threw her head back and cried out in pleasure. 

"Right there baby right there" she said. Her face, which was facing directly toward me, was a mask of pleasure as she lifted her mouth from him and paused to enjoy what he was doing to her as he prepared her for what was about to happen. 

About 10 minutes of his oral preparation was apparently enough for her, and she pulled herself from him and turned back around.

She was once again facing away from me, and as she bent over to suck him into her mouth again I had a clear view of her everything between her legs. Her pussy was a raw pink gash and the wetness was literally dripping from inside her.

She crawled up until she was crouching over him, and reached back between her legs to grasp his cock which looked even more massive in her tiny hand. I could see every detail of the action as she slowly began working the incredibly thick head back and forth in the furrow between her labia, coating it with her lubrication.

Jerry, who surely had been in this position before, obviously knew exactly what to do. He lay still on the bed and allowed her to set the pace of the penetration. His only movement was to reach up with both hands and begin stimulating her breasts.  

I watched and listened in silence as she dropped down slightly and allowed the first inch or so to slide inside her.

"Ooooh, you are gonna fill me up aren't you" she said. 

She placed both of her hands on his chest and held herself still for just a few seconds. Her face, which was reflected clearly in the mirror over the head of the bed, was etched with concentration. 

I shifted my gaze back to the place where they were coupled together and watched in awe as she slowly began to slide down the thick pole, taking well over half of it inside her before she paused again.

"Oh yes" she hissed between clenched teeth, her hips shifting slightly back and forth, her ass muscles flexing and then relaxing as she allowed herself to adjust the massiveness that she was willingly allowing to invade her vaginal sheath.

Suddenly, as if she had just made up her mind that she had to have it all, she dropped herself down in one swift motion, not stopping until her ass was resting on his thighs. 

"Ahhhh, Oh God" she cried out, her head thrown back, every tendon in her neck and shoulders stretched taut. "Uhhh, uhhh uhhh," the noises she was making were unlike anything I had ever heard before and seemed to be tinged with a tiny amount of pain, as well as a tremendous amount of pleasure.

Her fingers clawed slightly at his chest, as if trying to grab him, but her motions appeared to be simply reflex that she didn't have control over. I could also see the ripples of different muscular contractions throughout her body – her thighs were trembling and I could see her closed eyelids fluttering slightly – and she continued to make those grunting sounds. Incredibly, the one thing I didn't see was her lifting herself up at all to reduce the depth of his penetration. If anything, she actually shifted her hips slightly and then pushed down to engulf the last fraction of an inch of his thick cylinder – and that sent her over the edge.




Roommates Ch. 01



"Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ahhhh," Her head and shoulders began to jerk back and forth, and Jerry, who had obviously experienced other women coming just from having him inside them, knew exactly what to do. He released her breasts and reached around to grab her by the ass with both hands and began to shift her back and forth slightly. Not so much fucking her as he was just grinding her around, rubbing her deep inside with the head of his cock. Just then I began to cum too, and I struggled to remain silent as I shared my first orgasm with Ellen, surprised somewhat by the fact that I was coming without having stroked my cock. I had teased myself with my fingertips, but that had never been enough to push me over the edge before. As I squeezed the last drop of cum from my shaft I knew that there would be more before we were done here tonight. "Oh my God" she said as she came down from her peak. "You touch places where nobody else has been for a long fucking time" Jerry had released her hips and she was now moving herself up and down slightly on his cock, stroking the last two inches with her pussy. "I had almost forgotten how good a really big one feels"

"I hear," she continued as she kept stroking him with her pussy, "That most of he girls only get to have this once, and then they get frustrated because you won't let them have it again"

Jerry, who really was a pretty nice humble guy in person, seemed to change into somebody different once he was in bed with a woman – and I had heard it dozens of times - he became cocky and arrogant. He knew that once a woman had that big cock inside her, that he could pretty much do or say whatever he wanted as long as he kept giving her what she wanted.

"Most of them only get it once" he replied, "because that's all they deserve." "Only the women who are special – the ones who are really good – get to have it again" "So, tell me" she said as she began raising herself up a little more with each stroke, half of his thickness now appearing each time she lifted herself. "What's your definition of special?" "How good do I have to be?

"Just give me the best fuck you've ever given anybody in your life" he growled as he rolled her over onto her back and shifted her to the center of the bed without pulling himself from inside her. "Because that's what I'm about to give you."

I swear I heard Ellen whimper slightly as he drew back and then began to tease her with the first 1/3 of his shaft. He supported himself above her as he slowly stroked himself straight down into her over and over again, never giving her more than about two or three inches. His teasing had exactly the desired effect as her legs spread wide and she began to thrust up at him, wanting more, needing what he was refusing to give her. 

"You...like...to...tease...don't you?" she asked, her voice becoming ragged as he continued to torment her, his shallow stroking creating friction directly against her clit. "You're gonna make me beg for it aren't you?" 

I knew from experience that he was going to do exactly that. He loved to hear them talk smutty, and he loved to hear them beg. One difference was that he usually had to prompt them and lead them to it – Ellen willingly went there herself!

It became obvious to me at that moment that Ellen was as much in control right now as Jerry was. She clearly had lots of experience with, and a tremendous love for, big cocks like the one she was getting right now. And, unlike most of the other women I had heard with Jerry, she seemed to know exactly what to say to get him going. Her right hand reached up and grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head down until his ear was next to her mouth.

"Oh yeah" she moaned, just loud enough for me to hear "You wanna fuck my pussy real good don't you? You wanna feel me come all over your big hard cock?" 

My cock instantly went hard again.

"Come on" she urged, "Give it to me, please, give it all to me"

Her words apparently had the same effect on him that they did on me, because he immediately pushed her thighs further apart and began to go deeper, now giving her 6 or 7 inches with each stroke. 

Her legs went wide and her heels rested on the back of his thighs as she rotated her pelvis slightly to give him the room and the angle to get as deep inside her as he wanted to. Her nails scratched lightly at his back and her head was thrown back in a way that left no doubt how much she was enjoying what he was doing to her.

"Oh my God" she cried out, "Fuck it, please, fuck it hard"

I knew that if I touched myself I would come again, and I wanted to wait and finish along with her.

Jerry was driving deep now, his balls slapping against her ass with each stroke, the wetness squeezing out from inside her and forming a puddle on the bed. From my perfect vantage point it was easy to watch as the muscles in his ass clenched and then relaxed with each stroke. Her heels were now resting just above his ass, and I could see the red lines she was leaving as her nails clawed wildly across his back. I couldn't see her face, but I could imagine the way it must have looked based on the sounds she was making.

"Uhh, Uhh, Uhh." Her grunts, which sounded more animal than human, coincided exactly with each of his piston-like strokes which drove the breath from inside her.

Just below his ass, between her widely spread thighs, I could clearly see the ring of muscles at the entrance to her body stretched to their limit around the wrist-thick cylinder that was probing the very deepest recess of her silky smooth sheath.

Each time he pulled back, withdrawing nearly his entire length from inside her, I could see his thickness glistening with her abundant lubrication, the lips of her pussy clinging to his cock.

"Don't stop, I'm gonna come, Oh My God Yesssssssssss" she cried out. 

I could easily tell when her orgasm hit, the muscles in her thighs trembling, her pelvis thrusting up at him, her head jerking back and forth as the convulsions ripped through her body.

I reached down and stroked myself about four times, and then I was coming again too.

Jerry continued to show his amazing control as he fucked her right through her orgasm, never slowing his pace as she screamed out that she was there again.

I watched and listened as she screamed and convulsed through yet another orgasm, my cock still oozing from my own second orgasm. He suddenly pulled himself from her and flipped her over onto her stomach. He lifted her by the hips and slowly slid his entire length back inside her. He reached out with one hand and pulled her head back, his mouth only inches from her ear, but it was quiet enough that I could clearly hear what he was saying to her - as well as her response.

"Tell me what you want now" he growled as he began to work himself in and out of her. "Come on baby, we both know what you want – don't be shy - say it."

"Fuck me" she hissed. "Fuck me like a man, show me what you got"

"Oooh, a little attitude" he said as he started to stroke her a little faster and harder. "I like that in a woman – an attitude to go with a hot pussy."

From my hiding place on the other side of the wall I could clearly see her face reflected in the mirror in the headboard, and I knew it was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen – my cock still hard, but too sensitive to touch. Her eyes, which had been wide open when he had started stroking her full depth, were now shut tight. Her mouth was wide open in an almost silent scream of pleasure as he pounded his entire length into her, most certainly bumping her cervix with every plunge inside her. I watched as she actually arched her back and pushed herself back at him, clearly wanting everything he had to give. "Ohhhhhhh God fuck me" she screamed out as he gave her exactly what she wanted. Faster and faster he drove himself into her, hammering her most tender flesh with hard deep strokes.

"Ccccccoming again, Oh my God I'm coming again" she cried out, and I could tell from his shortened strokes and the jerking of his hips that he was there too. 

Then he buried himself inside her one last time, and he couldn't hold back his own cry of pleasure as her wildly orgasming pussy sucked the cum out of his body, his hips jerking and his body convulsing with hers as they shared a mutual orgasm and his hot seed filled her to overflowing.

I continued to watch silently as they slowly slid down that post orgasmic slope together, their bodies both shuddering slightly with the aftershocks. Finally, after several minutes, he allowed her body to slump forward onto the bed, and his still thick cock pulled from inside her with a plop.

"I'll get us a towel and something to drink" he said as he climbed from the bed and bent over and kissed her shoulder. 

I waited until he started down the stairs, and then quietly crawled back into my bed, knowing that I had just witnessed the hottest fuck I had ever seen or heard anywhere in my life.

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but smile, confident that she would be back again!! 



Roommates Ch. 01



Summer had just begun and Belle Stanford was happy to be away from all the havoc she left back home. She was in place where nobody knew her and she could be someone completely new. Trade in the old nerdy Belle for a more sophisticated fun Belle. She gingerly opened the door to her apartment and walked inside into the lounge area. It looked spacious enough. Belle just hoped she wasn't going to be sharing the place with someone really untidy because she tended to be a bit OCD about cleanliness. Her room had a wardrobe, a double bed and a dressing table. Nothing 5 star but Belle was sure she was going to manage. She stopped in front of a door with a sign written "Planet Jaz" and came to the conclusion that it was her roommate's room. A part of her wanted to go inside and check out what type of person this Jaz was. Belle turned the handle to find that the door was unlocked and pushed it a few inches open before shutting it closed again. 

'What are doing?' she scolded herself. 'You wouldn't want a complete stranger looking through your room.' She carried on through the apartment.  

Belle was checking out the kitchen of her new place when she heard a cheery voice. 

'Hey there! I guess you must be Belle Stanford.' 

Belle turned around and opened her mouth to reply but no words came out. She was dumfounded. The cheery voice belonged to a blond in very short shorts.

'Um yeah. I'm Belle.' she stuttered out the words. 

Belle didn't know what had come over her but she couldn't help but stare at her roommate. The girl had on a figure hugging t-shirt with the word HOT stretching across her well endowed chest. Belle quickly turned away, realizing that she had been staring and hoping that her face hadn't turned red.

'Well, how do you like the place?' Jaz said, oblivious to Belle's admiration. 

'It's perfect.' Belle said, not knowing what else to say. 

'I just got back from the gym.' Jaz explained, pulling at her tight tee and white shorts. 'I'm gonna hop into the shower. We'll catch up after that.' 

Belle found herself involuntarily watching Jaz's spandex clad ass as she disappeared into the bathroom. 

When Jaz was out of sight, Belle let out a deep breath trying to cool herself down. She could feel herself getting hot in between the legs and she tried desperately hard to fight the urge to rub her crotch right there and then. 'I can't be attracted to another girl. I mean, I'm straight for crying out loud!' Belle yelled in her head. 

Twenty minutes later Jaz joined Belle at the lounge in a more modest combination of jeans and a t-shirt. 

'I'm on my way to meet a few friends. Wanna join me?' she said, a friendly smile plastered on her pretty face. 

Jaz had an appealing smile, Belle discovered. Her lips were full and looked soft and Belle was sure she could smell a whiff of pineapple lip gloss.

'Um, no no. I'll just relax here for the day.' 

'Ok.' Jaz said. 'Call me if you need anything.'

Jaz was out the door and Belle was alone again, a bit more relaxed. She wanted something to calm her down and since Belle was a non-drinker, she thought a shower would have to do. She needed something to get Jaz off her mind. 

Belle stood in the middle of the bathroom as she slipped off her clothes in front of the mirror. She thought she had an ok body, after spending most of her life as a ballet dancer her long slim legs led to narrow hips and a slender waist. Though she wasn't particularly ecstatic about her B cup breasts, she thought they matched her slight frame well. She unclasped her long auburn hair from it's ponytail and let it cascade down her back. 

Belle finally stepped into the shower and waited for the water to become really hot. It felt great as it went down her back and covered her whole body. With irritation, Belle realized she still had Jaz on the brain. The thick blond locks, the big blue eyes. Belle leaned against the shower wall and sighed in frustration as she tried to push the images of Jaz out of her mind. 

Belle's hand moved involuntarily to her now throbbing mound and she finally let her senses take over. Maybe this was what she needed after the long flight. Maybe this whole thing with her being attracted to a woman she hardly knew was just her mind playing tricks on her. As she softly rubbed her aching mound, she wondered what color hair Jaz's was down there. Maybe she wasn't a natural blond at all. Belle slipped a finger in between her slit and gasped as she grazed it against her swollen clit. She was surprised to feel how slippery and wet she had become by just thinking about her new roommate. 

Belle squeezed her pert breast with her free hand, imaging it was Jaz. She imagined the hot water was the warmth of Jaz's body pushing up against hers, egging her on to an orgasm. Belle slipped two fingers into her hole without hesitation and started moving to her own rhythm, her moans barely covered by the water hitting the shower walls and her body. 

Belle could feel that she was close to the edge, as she frantically grabbed the shower head and aimed it at her sore pussy. The jet of water sent her over the edge as she screamed an orgasm that could probably be heard throughout the whole apartment. 

She fell back limp against the shower wall as she let the orgasm subside. Belle couldn't believe she had climaxed by thinking about another female as she toweled her spent body. She came to the realization that she couldn't just forget Jaz. But what the hell could she do? 



Roommates Ch. 01



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

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

"Ah, what the hell, why not?" Eric had just said aloud to himself, answering his question about getting a beer, when the front door opened and Stephen walked in.

Stephen, a tall, around six-three, thin man with mildly curly dark hair, bright brown eyes, and a remarkably boyish face, was wearing a white woolen fisherman's sweater and his favorite blue denim overalls. He slipped off his shoes, saw Eric, and smiled as he said, "Shellie left for home already?"

Eric, also thin but a couple of inches shorter than Stephen, said, "Yeh, not that long ago. What's up, Stephen? Going out tonight?"

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

Eric smiled at his friend who was, to say the least, enthusiastic and adventuresome when it came to all things sexual. Stephen had once dazzled both Eric and Shellie by his ability to completely transform himself into a remarkably passable woman, complete with fake breasts, a long-haired blond wig that fell almost to his waist, full makeup, earrings, fake nails, two-inch black heels, and a form-fitting long-sleeved black dress. Stephen got more than lucky that night, spending it with a middle-aged businessman in the penthouse suite of the fanciest hotel in town. The businessman had known that Stephen was actually a man but had been so turned on by this knowledge that, at least according to Stephen, he had been more than willing to perform oral sex three times on Stephen during the course of the evening.

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

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

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

"May I see them?" Eric said. He and Shellie had experimented with bondage a few times and he had found that the whole thing was a tremendous turn-on to him. Eric knew that Stephen knew this since Shellie and he confessed just about everything in their lives to one another.

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

Eric raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, 'Why not?" "Sure," he replied and held out his arms.

Stephen stepped forward and took one of his friend's wrists. To Eric's surprise, he took it with him as he stepped behind the shorter man. He then grabbed the other wrist and quite quickly there was a click-click as the cuffs were snapped shut and Eric was now in a rather helpless position.

"Why behind?" he managed to say, his voice rising a hair.

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

Eric noticed that Stephen's hands were still on his sweater-covered shoulders. He was certainly beginning to feel rather submissive and, as had happened when Shellie had tied him, he was also feeling that initial wave of arousal under his sweatpants. 

He had never had any kind of a gay or bi experience, not even a grade school 'show me yours and I'll show you mine" session. Stephen certainly was a good-looking guy, Eric thought, and he certainly did look quite pretty that time he had dressed up as a woman, but was he really such a submissive that his cock would harden the moment he became helpless.

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

"Sure," Eric said.

Stephen gently rubbed his friend's upper arms and leaned a little so that his mouth was just a few inches from Eric's ear. "Good," he whispered and then gently squeezed Eric's arms.

"You know," he continued, "Would you let me gag you as well? It always seems to me that handcuffs aren't much without a nice gag."

In for a nickel, in for a dime, Eric thought. "If you wish," he said, "after all, there isn't much I could do right now to stop you, is there?"

Stephen giggled and said, "Not really. You know, I just so happen to have this really nice red bandanna in my pocket. It would even go well with your sweater."

Eric was about to say something but then the bandanna was between his lips and all that he heard was a "mmmppphhhh" come from his lips. Another came when he realized that there was a big knot in the bandanna that was quite effective in reducing his words to feeble mmmppphhs. Yet another one of those mmmpphhs came out when he realized that Stephen had to have pre-tied that knot in what was now his gag.

As his friend concentrated on tying a knot at the back of Eric's head, his cuffed fingers brushed against Stephen's overalls and felt what was obviously a rock-hard cock underneath them. Eric suddenly realized that both men were now completely and fully aroused.

When Stephen had finished tying Eric's gag, one of his hands reached around Eric and pulled him even closer. The other hand started at his stomach and went slowly down Eric's sweater until it reached his cock.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Stephen said with a laugh. "And, more to the point, what are we both going to do about these hard-ons?"

He continued to rub the cuffed and gagged man's cock until Eric moaned into his gag. Then Stephen gently pulled his friend back and sat him down on the couch.

"Don't go anywhere," he said, still laughing. "I'll be right back with some final touches for that cute outfit of yours."

Eric watched Stephen walk into his bedroom and then quickly return with a long length of thick white rope and one of Shellie's winter scarves—a white woolen scarf of knitted mohair.

Stephen knelt before Eric and expertly knotted his ankles together with the rope. Then he blindfolded the bound man with the scarf. When that task was complete, he whispered into Eric's ear, "By the way, sweetie, you are my hot date for tonight. I have been waiting for the opportunity to seduce you for a long, long time—ever since I first laid eyes on you to tell the full truth. I wasn't sure how to do it until Shellie told me how much you liked being tied and gagged. And, now, here you are, rock-hard and all mine!"

Eric moaned again into his gag and Stephen laughed and said, "I love those gagged sounds. In fact, I have a way that I know you will cause you to make a few more."

With those words, he pulled down both Eric's sweatpants and his plaid boxers, exposing his stiff cock.

"Ah, doesn't that look good, Stephen said, gently running a finger up and down Eric's shaft. Eric moaned at the touch.

Stephen then kissed the tip of Eric's cock and softly ran his tongue up and down it.

"MMMPPPHHHHHHH!!!"

"Yes, I know that feels very very good, Stephen said and then took Eric's cock into his mouth and began moving his lips very very slowly up and down, up and down, up and down.

Stephen, of course, had done this many, many times before and had no intention of actually finishing off his friend. The idea was to have the first-timer completely aroused and completely at his command.

Eric pleaded into his gag when Stephen removed his lips from his cock.

"You didn't really think I was going to blow you right away did you?" Stephen said. "After all, you are the one who is bound and gagged and I am the one who did the work. It is only right that I get to be done first, don't you think?"

"MMPPPHHH?"

"Yes, my friend, you will blow me. I take you have never done it before?"

Eric shook his head.

"Well, there is a first time for everything isn't there?"

Eric slowly nodded his head.

"It's actually a lot of fun," Stephen said. He then helped Eric off the couch and maneuvered him onto his knees. After he had his overalls and his own boxers off, he sat down in front of his friend and untied the bandanna gag. Before Eric could say anything, Stephen's hand was over his mouth.

"No talking buddy, just get to work."

Eric complied, his mind racing with excitement as his lips touched the tip of Stephen's cock and he began to repeat what had been done to him just a few minutes earlier. While he experienced his first taste of a man's cock, Eric felt comforted by the way Stephen's fingers gently caressed his hair and massaged his sweater-covered shoulders.

"Now go up and down much more quickly," Stephen said, his voice catching a little.

Eric complied and it only took three quick slides of his lips up and down his friend's cock for Stephen to explode into his mouth. Wow, he thought to himself, that really was fun. He wondered what his next lesson in male-to-male sexuality might be.

When Stephen's breathing had returned to normal and his cock had begun to soften, he picked up the bandanna gag, then thought better of it. He had another idea that he thought his submissive friend might enjoy even more.

It did not take Stephen long to re-position Eric, this time on Stephen's queen-sized bed. Eric was flat on his back, his wrists now cuffed in front of him and tied to the bed rail with a two-foot length of white rope. His ankles were bound with rope as well. He was still blindfolded with Shellie's mohair scarf and Stephen's hand was currently, rather possessively Eric thought, covering his mouth.

"Good work Eric," Stephen whispered, his lips gently touching Eric's ear. "You have earned your reward. Just one more finishing touch to your bondage though."

"mmmppphh?"

"Open up sweetie, I have a special treat for you."

Eric complied and in went a pair of Shellie's panties which were quickly sealed in place by two six-inch strips of duct tape.

Stephen smoothed out the tape and then ran his hands down Eric's sweater-covered chest until his fingers found the rock-hard cock that awaited them. Eric moaned into the panty-stuffing that gagged him as Stephen's fingers went to work. Stephen worked his friend right up until the point of explosion and then he took him into his mouth for the grand finale.

After Eric had been released, the two men sat together on the couch, beers in hand and Eric leaned his head on Stephen's shoulder and whispered, "Thanks buddy,"

Stephen said, laughing, "It was my pleasure, as you well know. Just how long will Shellie be gone anyway?"

(to be continued)



Roommates Ch. 01



Ch 1 Planting the Seed

I lay on my bed silently feigning sleep and watched my roommate, Henry, walk naked from the bathroom. His long flaccid cock swung heavily from side to side as he walked like the trunk of a small elephant. He was always walking around the room naked it unnerved me at first but I had gotten used to it and I didn't pay it much attention until recently. I knew he was proud of his body including his really long dick but I was straight and I wasn't concerned nor interested in his big dick. Besides that I suspected he was just a shower rather than a grower until my girlfriend Julie told me otherwise. 

Julie and I had met at a party a few months earlier and we had sex that night. I had known that she had a reputation as a slut but I was fine with it because, truth be told, I was too. She was hot and sexy with a pretty face and a fantastic curvy body that she knew how to use. Julie was up for almost anything and she was notoriously horny. I had fooled around with my share of girls on campus including several of her friends and she had hooked up with my roommate among others. Henry was cool and what happened before me didn't really matter all that much so I was thrilled when we wound up balling in her room. I figured we would have a one nighter but we really clicked and within a few weeks we were exclusive.

In addition to having great chemistry Julie and I could talk about anything. She told me about the guys and girls she had been with and I told her about the girls I had hooked up with. She was especially interested in my hook ups with a few of her friends and she was surprised that I wasn't bothered hearing about some of her conquests with my friends including my roommate. "Most guys are freaked out hearing about the guys that came before them," she had said. 

One night after we had sex Julie told me that Henry had the biggest dick she had ever seen but despite that he was really a lousy lay. "Unlike you," she had said playfully as she worked my cock back to its slightly above average length and girth. "You have a normal sized cock but you are a great fuck and you have an incredible tongue too. Henry wouldn't even go down on me the two times we hooked up last year.". 

"Twice huh?" I had said inquisitively. 

"A cock that big I went back for seconds just to make sure he wasn't off his game the first time," she had explained playfully.

"And?" I had asked. 

"He was just as bad the second time. Honestly I don't think he was into me and judging by my friends experiences with him I don't think he's into girls," she had concluded. Her theory had an odd effect on me and I started to see some of the things Henry did in an entirely new light. 

I continued to watch Henry walk around the room naked and I bit my lip as he ran his hand down his body and roughly grabbed his junk. He squeezed and tugged on his thick dick as he sat down on his bed just ten feet away. 

His eyes were closed tight as he pulled hard on his cock until it jutted straight up in the air. Julie had not been exaggerating Henry did have a huge dick. It was 8 or 9 inches long and proportionately thick with a big purple head. He swung his legs up onto his bed and stroked his cock fast and hard. His breathing became uneven as he fought to be quiet and then I watched as a big thick load of cum flew from his pulsating meat. 

I closed my eyes and quietly put my hand between my legs to feel my hard cock. I was surprised at how hard I was and I stiffled a moan as I squeezed it hard. I pushed my right thumb against the underside of my dick and rubbed slowly and quietly until I felt hot goo spill from in onto my waiting left hand and then I rubbed it all over my spent cock and balls. I had a few strange fleeting thoughts before I fell asleep. 

The next day after class I stopped by Julie's room to hang out. We hadn't talked since I had watched Henry jerk off and when I told her about it she got a wild lust filled look in her sexy brown eyes. She quickly dropped to her knees and pulled my shorts down to me knees. She took my dick in her hand and started to lick and stroke me until I was painfully hard. 

"So you got hard watching your roommate jerk off baby?" She said between licks of my stiff dick. 

"Yeah," I replied honestly. "It confused me at first but that didn't stop me from making myself cum."

"Oh fuck," Julie moaned as she reached between her legs and started to rub her fingers across her excited pussy. 

"Does that excite you Jules," I asked as she continued to slurp on my rod and rub her cunt. 

I knew Julie was bisexual but I had no idea that the idea of two guys together turned her on before that moment. 

"Oh god yes," she hissed. She had worked her pink sweats down and was furiously rubbing her pussy as her mouth bobbed on my hard dick. 

"What about it excites you baby," I asked her. I was confused by her excitement as well as my own. 

"The same thing that excites you when we talk about my experiences with girls," she answered softly as he body started to shake. "I need you bad baby." Julie rolled onto her back and tore her clothes off. "Fuck me," she pleaded. 

I rolled on top of Julie and plunged my hard throbbing cock deep inside her soaking wet pussy as I pulled my shirt off over my head. I pulled back slowly as I looked into her pretty brown eyes. "You like that baby?" I asked as I slowly pushed my dick back inside her. "What would really turn you on Jules?"

"Baby," she panted, "I would love to fuck you both. His big dick inside me while you lick my clit. Would you do that for me? If you did I will get one of my friends to join us for a threesome."

I closed my eyes for a moment and pictured the scene. In my mind I saw me on my back as my sexy girlfriend straddled me in the 69 position. Henry's huge dick split her pussy as I licked her hard clit. 

"I'm not gay Jules," I said somewhat defensively. 

"I know that baby," Julie said as she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deep inside her soaking wet pussy. "But the thought of you getting excited watching your roommate stroke his dick turns me on like nothing else."

"You would really want that Jules," I asked as I continued to slowly slide my cock in and out of her slick wet cunt. 

"Yes," she hissed as she squeezed her big firm tits. "I would love to watch you jerk each other off or better yet we could kneel in from of him together and both suck his big fat dick.". She spoke slowly and her voice was thick with lust as she emphasized the last three words. " I know we never talked about it but I have always been totally into two guys together. Just thinking about you touching Henry's huge dick sets me totally on fire."

Julie's excitement was infectious and I bent down to kiss her passionately as I started to thrust my cock harder into her liquid core. 

"Harder baby," Julie panted. "Fuck me hard baby. I'm close. Make me cum baby."

I thrust my cock into her at a dizzying pace. The room filled with the raw animalistic sounds of sex and the scent of our juices hung heavy in the air.

"deeper," she cried out as she grabbed my ass and dug her nails into my flesh sinking my dick balls deep inside her. Julie's body shook as she came harder than I had ever witnessed. She rode her climax and then pulled me onto the floor with her. Her mouth decended on mine and we kissed deeply. 

Julie rolled on top of me and guided my dick inside her. She bounced hard on my cock bringing herself to another strong climax as her tits bounced and she cried out loud enough to be heard down the hall. 

"Cum for me baby," she panted as she continued to ride my hard cock. "Fill me up."

I felt my climax approach like a freight train. I past the point of no return and it felt like my cock had exploded when buckets of cum pumped deep inside my sexy girlfriends well fucked cunt. 

Julie collapsed on top of me and we kissed tenderly as we came down from the euphoria of our sexual high. 

We didn't talk about Henry or Julie's desire for a threesome as we lay on the floor basking in the bliss of amazing sex but the seed of curiosity had been planted.



Roommates Ch. 01



The Proposition

It took me a while to move away from home, but I finally did at the age of 23. When I did, I found an apartment downtown with two other roommates. The apartment is decent enough size for three people so that we're not secluded but still have our privacy.

Three of us live here; myself, Claire and Jake. None of us knew each other until we started living together. Living with Claire is intimidating since she is one of the "cool" people. She's very confident with herself, has lots of friends, and always goes to the best clubs and parties. The fact that she has a smoking body is pretty intimidating as well.

Jake and I get along quite well though we don't hang out much outside the apartment. But when we're at home we'll play video games, watch TV, and joke around. Its a pretty good arrangement altogether.

But did things ever change after three months. It was a Friday night and I was alone in the apartment. Jake had gone out with his buddies and Claire was on a date with her boyfriend at the time. I was just chilling and watching TV until Claire came home early at around ten o'clock.

"What are you doing home so early?" I asked as she usually doesn't get in until much later, if at all.

Claire removed her coat from her trim, athletic body and tossed it on the nearest chair, showing off her very revealing red top. Her silky smooth brown hair hung just above her shoulders. She was looking particularly good that night.

"Yeah, well, I dumped that ass," she said in a way that I couldn't tell if she was holding back tears or not.

"Sorry to hear that," I said as sympathetically as I could.

"Oh well, who needs him? I'm fucking sick of boyfriends," she slumped down onto the couch beside me, "Too much damn work and too much damn drama."

"Well, why don't you just hang out with me tonight?"

"Thanks," she said as she patted my leg, an action which had my dick stiffening a bit in my pants.

"You know Patrick?" she said as we sat in silence for a while, "I'm serious. Fuck boyfriends. I don't want them, I don't want to deal with them. All they're good for is getting laid. Can't I get that without a boyfriend?"

All I could do at that moment was glance down at her flat midriff showing under her top and her amazingly round tits. "I wouldn't think that would be a problem for you."

"Why don't we just start fucking?" she said so casually a lump caught in my throat.

"So-sorry?"

"You're not seeing anyone, right? And we live together, so it would be convenient. But we can't get emotionally attached to each other. That's the deal."

"No emotional attachment. Yeah, yeah that could work." My dick was really stiffening now.

All of the sudden, she was leaning over and kissing me. Her tongue was wild, exploring my mouth with fervour.

"So we're starting now?" I asked as we broke away.

"Why not? Your room or mine?"

"Um, yours," I suggested, as mine was a mess, and I was a little worried about my masturbation paraphernalia lying around.

"Okay, go get a condom and meet me there."

Her ass swung from side to side as she walked to her room. I broke my gaze, ran to my own room, grabbed a condom from the drawer, and was back with her in her room as fast as possible.

The first thing that happened was that she removed her top and subsequently her black bra underneath. This was the first time I saw those amazing tits. They weren't huge, but they certainly weren't small. Just enough to hold them in my hands. But wow, were they ever round and smooth, and those nipples were just perfect.

As she continued to undress just as casually as getting ready for bed every night, I shook myself and removed my clothes as well. Soon we were both naked, standing before each other.

"Wow Patrick, you are ready to go," she said as she approached me, running her hand over my hardened cock and placing her other hand softly on my shoulder. She bent in for another long, drawn out kiss.

Claire was definitely in control as she pulled me over to the bed and we climbed on top of it. She laid down on her back and I crouched over her on all fours. She took my dick gently in her hand and led it towards her trim, pink pussy. I had not had the condom on yet, but that was okay since she didn't put it in. She just rubbed the head of my penis across the outside of her pussy. She used the head to rub her own clit, and I could feel the juices seeping out of her as she did.

"Okay, ready to do this?" she asked in a soft, silky voice once her pussy was nicely moist.

"Absolutely," I nodded as I reached down to pick up my condom, which had fallen to the floor, and slipped it on. Luckily it gave me no problems.

Entering her felt amazing. She was tighter than I expected and she seemed to form herself around my throbbing cock. She gasped as I pushed myself inside.

"That's right, this is what I want," she panted as I began to grind my body. Her hips buckled as I did and she ran her hands through my light red hair.

We didn't stay in the missionary position for long. She wanted to be in control that night, so she quickly pushed me off of her onto my back. She climbed on top, held my dripping cock in her hand and slid her pussy lips over top. As she slid herself down, it felt like the first time I entered her all over again.

Once she was in position, she began to ride me hard and fast. Her incredible breasts swung back and forth in front of my eyes and I transfixed my gaze on them.

Her face contorted as she moaned and groaned. I held onto her hips firmly and could feel the sensations building at the base of my cock. Her breathing was very heavy by this time and her eyes clamped shut while her mouth opened wide. She let out a long, high-pitched wail and I knew she had hit her orgasm.

"Aeeiiiiiii!" she cried for about a half a minute and I could feel her body shivering against my dick. A huge sigh of relief came from her as her climax passed.

"Oh fuck, yes Patrick. Fuck yes that was good!" she exclaimed, "Come on baby, come for me"

She began riding me faster and harder now, and I began to groan and pant as I could feel my orgasm encroaching.

"Yes, fuck yes!" I cried out just as it hit. I was flooded with sensation as the cum pumped out of me into the condom.

"Yeah, that's right. That's it," she said softly as she climbed on top of me and laid down beside me, her hand resting on my heaving chest.

"I think this arrangement could work," I said in a panting, choppy voice. That made her laugh.

"I think so," she said, "But we should probably keep it from Jake."



Roommates Ch. 01



[Made in all fantasy, enjoy.]

My best friend, Isabella, and I were always flirtatious. It was a habit of ours, neither "good" nor "bad". I've always had a crush on her for the longest time. She was the first person to become my friend when I moved here. We grew up, she went on to date other guys, but I was always there for her. When she and her boy friends would have fights, I was always there to calm her down.

Even me and her boyfriends were good friends, and we had a general understanding. I made sure they knew if they cheated on her, that I'd personally kick their ass. We went on living happy lives, us usually flirting. But during the summer one year, she decided to start seeing my friend behind my back. She'd always make an excuse to go see him. I knew what they were doing and it didn't bother me, because she would always come back to me. While they were still dating, her parents made them move out to Arizona. The move caused them to break up. But we stayed in contact the whole time she was there.

She always fought with her parents. They never seemed to agree on anything. When she and I finally turned 18, she left to live with her sister Megan. I left high school and when to college. When I finished it, I quickly found a job. I worked as an IT Director for a small company. Pay was good and I was able to buy what I wanted. I rented a small apartment near home so I could visit my folks often. My life was perfect....

That's what I thought as I stood at the door of my apartment, Isabella looking at me with puppy dog eyes. She had awoken me from a nap that I was taking. I looked at her lazily as she asked if she could live with me for a while. "You'll hardly notice that I'm here." She said trying to reassure me.

"No, of course you can stay here. You're welcome here anytime." I replied. I can't believe she'd think I'd say no. I thought to myself. Walking over to pick up her bags, she hugged and kissed my cheek.

"Thank you." She whispered in my ear as she hugged me. I grabbed all of her stuff and followed her inside. I sat it down in the living room and closed the door. "So where will I be sleeping?" She asked.

"You could have my bed in the room. It's all made up, I'll just make some room for you clothes." I said as a reply. I turned to look at her. I was more alert now that I was awake for a little longer, and I saw how she looked. She had matured, she was taller than before and defiantly skinny. Her hair brown, and was down to her shoulders and straightened. She had a smile that could make any my commit the sin of lust.

"Well, where would you sleep then?" Isabella asked as she walked closer. She was still smiling. She's probably overjoyed to be living with me. I thought.

"I have a couch right here, I don't mind giving up my bed. 'Specially for you." I said with my small accent. I learned to speak in Seattle when I was kid. Specificity in Monroe, which was the redneck district of Washington. I then moved to California where I met Isabella.

"Your crazy, I wouldn't give up my bed if someone asked to live with me." Her smile turned to a grin "I'll just share the bed with you." She said. I wasn't able to tell if she was being provocative, so I just agree to sleep in the bed.

I lugged all of her stuff into my room. I sat most of it down on the bed and began to unpack it. Isabella didn't mind me doing it, since she practically changed in front of me. Well never in front of me, but she would just walk into the closet for a second to change. I thought to myself. I organized most of her clothing. One bag was full of just shirts and bloused that she wore. The next one was filled with her pants and skirts that looked new. Then came her bag which held the one thing most men wanted to get a hold of if they were in my position.

I opened the bag and immediately saw a pair of black lingerie panties. Picking them up I looked at the information tag. It read "Waist: 26in. Color: Midnight Black. Adam and Eve©." I compared the measurements to a mental image of a waist graph. Her waist was built like an hourglass, and she sure looked it. She reminded me of what a foxy girl in the 1950's would look like.

I looked around, and noticed Isabella looking at me from the kitchen. Shit, she's gonna think I'm a pervert. I thought in agony to myself. She smiled and winked, and continued on into the living room. I stood mouth open. Forget it, she was probably messing around. I returned to my work, and finished separating all her clothing. While I was organizing her clothing, Isabella had started watching TV. This gave me time to gather other information from her clothing. Call me creepy, but I'd much rather know what she fits in; since I like to buy her gifts.

When she got taller, she thinned out. This made her breasts a D cup average. She has long slender legs, from what the measurements said. They stood at 39 inches. She defiantly looked like a 1950's fox. "Alex! You done yet?" Isabella called out for me.

"Yeah, just putting away the last of you clothing. Then I gotta stash the luggage bags, and I'll be out." I replied. I placed the last of her lingerie panties in my boxer drawer. Jeez, if my parents come over to visit while she's gone and they look through my drawers they'd think I'm some sort of faggot. I joked to myself.

Walking the luggage bags to the linen closet, I got a giggle out of Isabella. I turned to her and she looked at me, giggling. "What do you think is so funny?" I asked her.

"Well I never thought of the day I'd see you unpacking my clothes for me and putting my luggage away. Thank you for letting me stay here." She said.

"It's not a problem. Hey what time is it?" I asked her. I hadn't checked the time while I was in my room. She looked back at the TV and opened the guide. It displayed "6:49 PM." It's already that late? Saturday's always go by fast. I thought. Since the guide was still up, I looked at what she was watching. It read "The Notebook." If it were any other girl, I'd refuse to watch it.

I walked to the linen closet and stored the luggage bags. Then I walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Isabella must have had some hunger, since she called out the instant I opened the fridge "What are you making?"

"Just some pizza. It's almost 7, that's dinnertime for me." I answered, knowing that Isabella would be overjoyed to be having pizza.

"Aww, just 'cause I'm here?" She asked. I began to blush, what Isabella had said was true. I hardly ever at pizza by myself. I was more of a hamburger kind of person.

Thinking of something to make it look like it was casual, I said "That, and I love making the pizza from the recipe you gave me." It wasn't a white lie. I did like the recipe she had gave me. I grabbed the required ingredients from the fridge and pantry.

 I made the dough while the oven heated. As the alarm to the oven went off, I began to sauce the pizza. I added the shredded cheese, then the vegetables. Isabella had been a vegetarian for as long as I could remember. I added extra onions and bell peppers, both of which we like. I placed the pizza in the oven, and set the timer.

Walking over to the couch, Isabella got up so I could sit. As I sat down, she moved over closer to me. I placed my left arm on the back of the couch. We were sitting a 3 feet away, not saying that it was too close or anything. My eyes couldn't help but wonder towards her body. I looked at her upper body first, looking at what she was wearing.

Isabella wore a tighter-than-average purple v-neck. You could see parts of her bra from the shirt, and the general color of it was red. She wore silver sweat pants, and had on pink socks. Her attire matched that of someone who would be staying in for the day. Was she expecting to be staying her tonight? What am I thinking, that's what she should have been thinking. My gaze flickered back up to her breasts. They filled out her bra perfectly.

She must have noticed me looking, because she sat up and made her boobs perk out more. I snapped back to the movie, blushing deeply. We were watching: Alantis: The Lost Empire. A movie we watched a lot when we were young. I heard her scoot closer.

Daring a look, I saw that she closed the gap between us. She looked over to me and smiled. I smiled back, and she rested her head on my shoulder. I began to blush, but she didn't look at me. Calm down, she's just getting comfortable. I thought to myself, my face began to turn back to it's original color.

Isabella grabbed my arm and slung it over her shoulder. I pulled her in closer, which was what she wanted. Her skin felt soft and smooth. She had gotten a tan while we were apart. I started to pay attention to the movie. It brought back nostalgia and good memories. We continued to watch the movie until the oven's timer went off. I got up and fixed us some plates and place the left overs in the fridge. We sat and ate through a few movies. I looked at the time, it read "9:54 PM." It's pretty late. I'll have a few drinks with Isabella, then I'll go to sleep. I planned to myself.

I rose from where we were sitting and walked over to my Liquor cabinet. Isabella asked "Whatcha getting?"

"Some booze, want some?" I replied.

"What are you having?" She questioned.

"Few shots of Jack Daniels, then I'm gonna hit the hay." I answered. Isabella agreed to have some drinks, and I walked over with two shot glasses and the bottle. I rarely ever drank, but when I did it was with my friends. We took 7 shots each and decided that it was enough. "Well, night. Don't worry about waking me up when you finally go to sleep, I'm a heavy sleeper." I said, as I walked into my room. I undressed into my boxers and climbed into bed. I closed my eyes and began to sleep, my body warm from the whiskey.

I opened my eyes, the room was dimly lit. I felt a weird sensation, kind of a tingling and hot feeling. The feeling began to feel more intense was I awoken more, and my eyes adjusted to the dim light. I looked down and saw that covers moved back. When my eyes finished adjusting, I was finally able to make out Isabella on the bed, near my legs. As the feeling began to turn pleasureful, I let out a small moan. I heard Isabella let out a small, muffled, chuckle.

As I took a second look, I saw that Isabella was sucking my cock. Am I dreaming? I thought. She was sitting at the edge of the bed with my boxers down and my dick in her mouth. Another wave of pleasure hit me. No, she's really sucking my dick. She didn't notice that I was awake. Man she sure knows how to work it. I thought as she began to deepthroat my cock. I felt a building up of pressure in body. I'm getting close, and she can tell. She doesn't know that I'm awake, so lets keep it that way.

Wave after wave of hot pleasure hit my body, and pressure continued to grow in my body. Just a little more. I thought, I was close. As she went down for the final time, I let a small moan release from deep within me. She moaned in surprise when my load rushed into her mouth. As she took her mouth off of my dick, I heard her swallow my seed. The thought of her swallowing my cum was enough to get me hard again. Did Isabella really just suck my dick? What, isn't she the first to do that? I thought.

Don't get me wrong, I've wanted a blowjob as long as I've known what they were. It's just that I was never the best at relationships. I had gone all 23 years of my life without getting to third base with any girl. Call it sad, but I think it'd be more romantic to lose your virginity to the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. And Isabella was that person.

I kept my eyes closed enough to make it unnoticeable that I was watching, as she turned the light on. Once my eyes adjusted to the brightness of the light, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Isabella, the one girl that I wanted to fuck since we were old enough, was naked in my room with my cum on her boobs and dripping from her mouth. I couldn't help but get hard again. As she finished cleaning up, Isabella looked over to me and noticed that I was hard again.

By the looks of it, she wasn't content with just giving me head. Isabella turned out the lights and crawled into bed. She began to stroke my dick, and with my half-sleepiness I involuntarily rolled over towards her. It was what she wanted.

Isabella backed toward my member, stroking it the entire time. She pressed her lips against my member, and I shuddered with pleasure. Her pussy was already sopping wet, I imagined her playing with herself. With a light thrust, she had the head of my member in her pussy. Capable of grace that seemed unholy, she began to rock back and forth a little. She was taking me inside of her. Her pussy felt warm and tight beyond all belief. If I had came earlier, her tightness would have sent me overboard. She began to rock herself in a rhythm that made little movement, but got the job done.

Isabella began to let out small moans. She began to softly say "Fuck me, Alex." Her pussy began to contract and relax around my member as she rocked back and forth. I felt the same pressure as before build up within me. Twice within a few minutes? Damn I must have the reproductive capability of a rabbit. I thought to myself.

Her moans began to quick, along with her pace at which she was rocking. The pressure within me grew as she did so. Isabella didn't care if she woke me up at that point, she wanted to cum badly. She rocked violently on my dick, milking me. I let out moans of pleasure, still acting as if she hadn't awoken me. As we both neared our climaxes, she began to pull me closer to her. She rocked hard one last time and began to moan loudly as she came. Her pussy began to tighten and relax around my member, making me cum.

We laid as one being, cumming from each other. I opened my eyes all the way, letting her know that I was awake. She trembled as she lay, her pussy dripping my cum. She turned to look at me, seeing if I was awake. As she finally looked at me, she blushed and looked away. Since we were in a spooning position, it wasn't hard to pull her close. As I did so, I heard her give out a small gasp. As though I had startled her.

She said quietly "Please don't think I wanted to be here just for sex. I was a little drunk and thought it was good idea." Her voice sounded teary, as though she was about to cry.

"Don't worry, I never thought that's what you wanted. And if you were drunk it was my fault. I love you more than anything." I reassured her. My cock was still hard in her pussy. It didn't feel as though it was be going down soon. Damn, ready for a third time within seconds of cumming. I must have been a rabbit in my past life. I thought.

Isabella obviously felt me still hard in her, since she said "Hey, aren't you suppose to be limp by now?" She looked over to me and got a blush as a response. Smiling wickedly, she rocked a little back and forth. We both let a moan escape. Staring into each others' eyes, we decided that we'd go again. "Have you done this before? If you have, all your girlfriend's must love having sex with you. I mean three times in the same hour? It's unheard of." Isabella said astounded at how many times I had came, and was still hard.

"Actually you're the first person I'd had sex with before." I told her. She wasn't expecting that answer, and I got a devilish smile in return.

"So, three times in row......I wonder how many times you can go...." Her thoughts started to drift. If she's thinking of having sex all through the night, I'm one for it.

"Hey, why don't you get on all fours and I'll show you how long I can go for." I said, reaching around pinching one of her nipple playfully. She shuddered, and in turn her pussy contracted around my member. A small moan leaped from my lips as the pleasure hit me. She giggled and got up. Raising her ass to my, I could see most of my seed dripping out of her pussy. "Hey, are you taking birth control?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I already took my pill today." She said. Hopefully this doesn't bit us in the ass. I thought to myself. I leaned towards her rear end, and began to lick her ass hole. She shuddered and moaned as I did so. I continued licking for a minute, then finally got up behind her. I placed my member on her lips. With a slight thrust, I sank into her pussy. We moaned as the waves of pleasure began to flow over us. I moved my hips back and forth, making her moan as my member entered and left her pussy. As my pace quickened, she began to pant and moan involuntarily.

With one last thrust, I hit her G-spot making her moan louder than ever. Isabella looked back at me with a yearning on her face. "Have you ever done it anal?" I asked, as I rubbed my thumb against her asshole. It twitched in response to me rubbing it.

"N-no, but you c-can try it. P-pound my ass, p-please" She begged. I slowly pulled my member from her pussy, making her moan with even more pleasure. I readjusted my member and pressed the head of my dick against her asshole. Since I had enough of her juices on my dick, I was able to slide in easily. If it weren't my third go, I say that the penetration would have finished me quickly. Her tightness was beyond reality. As I buried my cock deeper in her ass, Isabella moaned with intense pleasure. I began to rock back and forth, bringing the head of my cock almost out of her, and then thrusting back into her. As I hit the deepest part of her I could go, she screamed out in pleasure saying "Fuck my asshole! I don't want to be able to walk!"

I rammed her again and again, making the pressure build up in my body to the point of breaking. She began to moan loudly and shake as she came from me fucking her ass. With one last thrust, I made her scream with pure ecstasy as I unleashed the biggest load of my life into her ass. Isabella and I collapsed with pleasure onto the bed. As the intense feeling left my body minutes later, I looked at Isabella.

She must had passed out from the pleasure. I thought to myself. Getting up, I moved her so the covers were back and she lay exposed to me. I walked to the bathroom and got a towel. I cleaned up her pussy and asshole the best I could so she wouldn't wake up with an unpleasant stickiness to her asshole and pussy. I wiped the spooge off the blankets and turned off the lights. I climbed into bed, and pulled Isabella close to me. As I began to drift into my dreams, I heard her say "I love you, Alex....."