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My Roommate's Ex

By: GuyJD



I began college about a month ago. I can remember being a B student in high school but college is a big challenge for me. So here I am, an above average student who is struggling to keep a C average in a predominately white college. My name is Agnes but my friends call me Aggie. I am your basic black girl who struggles to get out of the ghetto by advancing her educational background. I was lucky to enroll into this college with my best friend from high school and we even became dormitory roommates. Which brings me to my story and how my best friend and new roommate helped my sex life get an electrifying boost.

My friend, Rebecca (or Becky as she is often known), and I are totally different. Becky looks like a typical blonde cheerleader while I am more of a Nubian goddess. We both have a nice pair of 36C boobs, slim bodies, and a very sexy voices. But I guess that I can say that I was blessed with that famous black woman butt. Becky has a nice shape but a flat butt. But most of all, after Becky and I graduated from that all girl high school, Becky became a little wild.

I began noticing that she was going out almost every night with a different guy while I am studying or reading my materials for the following day. She would be out for hours and sometimes miss her 8:00 AM class because she would spend the night by hanging in the streets with those guys. But while she still chooses to spend her time with all of those guys, she still had a boyfriend whom she was dating since we were juniors in high school. Ken stuck with Becky through thick and thin. But I often told her to break it off with him since she was, obviously, happier with other men. But she insisted that she was going to stay with Ken.

Then one Saturday night, I was pulling another all-nighter. That is, I was studying all night to better prepare myself for a big Monday morning exam. I was wearing my studying attire of panties and bra because I feel comfortable that way. Sometime around midnight, there was a knock at he door. I called out, "Who is it?" And to my amazement, it was Ken. I quickly slipped on a robe so as to open the door. I figured that he was only looking for Becky so he shouldn't be here for long. But when I opened the door, I took one look at Ken and I could tell that he had been crying. Out of the sympathy of my heart, I allowed him to come in to talk awhile.

He explained to me that he came to surprise Becky but he had seen her earlier with another guy. This is what was hurting him so much. I didn't know what to say or do. We sat down on my bed and talked for about an hour. Ken shed some tears and I held his hand to comfort him. I began feeling angry for the hurt that Becky was putting this young man through. I held Ken in my arms and he literally cried on my shoulders. Then I reached on my desk for some tissue and wiped his eyes. And I learned something that I never realized. As I helped Ken with his tears and all, I noticed that he was not a bad looking guy, for a white man that is. I guess that I never really noticed him because I've never dated a white guy before.

So he held my hand as I wiped his face and he reached over to my face and pulled it towards his. For a slight second, I realized that this was supposed to be the ex-boyfriend of my best friend but the thought escaped my mind almost as fast as it entered. And Ken and I began to kiss. I thought to myself, "WOW!!" He had the softest lips and he was a great kisser.

Before long, my lips parted to receive his tongue and we were at it for what felt like hours. It was actually about 15 minutes. We simply held each other tight and kissed. Then Ken reached into my robe and grabbed my breast and held it gently in his hand. He squeezed it. rubbed it, and caressed it and I felt my nipples erect. I could hear our breathing getting stronger and I began to realize just how horny Ken was really making me. Then Ken removed his hand from my breast and lowered it to the belt on my robe. He untied it and my robe instantly fell open, thereby exposing my entire half naked body.

"Ken, we shouldn't be doing this," I said, "Becky's my friend."

"It's okay, Aggie. Becky and I broke up, remember?", he replied.

"Well, you certainly got over her fast," I laughingly replied. Then we continued kissing and holding each other. Ken reached around my back and unsnapped my bra. I reached up and slide my bra on the floor. Then Ken held my hand and slid it down to his crotch area. I hadn't even realized that Ken had unzipped his Jeans and took his dick out. He was so damn hard. Just the feel of his stiff dick in my dark hand made me so wet. I remember that Becky used to tell me that Ken was pretty well hung and from what I could feel in my hand, he was. I stroked his white dick up and down and I could feel him pumping his groin back and forth into my hand. As we were kissing and enjoying the feel of each others' bodies, Ken placed his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me onto my back on the bed. Then he stood up and slowly slid my panties down to my ankles. I kicked them to the floor as he began sliding his t-shirt over his head and placed it on a nearby chair.

Then he undid his Jeans and let them fall. And I couldn't believe what a nice body Ken had. He had an athletic build and that white pole that I held in my hand a few minutes ago was erect to at least 9 inches. There Ken stood before me totally naked and I could care less that he was my best friend's ex. All I knew was that I had a sweet black pussy that needed some attention and Ken had a nice sized white dick that could give it to her. Ken kept telling me how much he liked my black shaved pussy.

"It looks good enough to eat", Ken said as he separated my thighs and proceeded to prove his statement to me. Ken lowered his head between my thighs and I could feel his warm tongue licking my clit. I was being driven out of my mind by how good it felt. Ken was so good at eating pussy. He would flicker his tongue around my clit and then slide it in my pussy as far as he can get it. He must have ate me for about 10 minutes. Then he positioned his body on mine and I reached between our bodies and held his hard shaft in my hand.

I asked him, "Are you sure that you want us to do this?"

He told me, "Let's go for it." I gently pushed his body up a little so I can look down and watch his white cock get swallowed into my black pussy. It is a great site to see the color contrast of two people of different races having sex. It wasn't long before Ken began pushing more and more of his 9 inch shaft into me and I was moaning every time I felt him pushing. I was enjoying the greatest sex of my life. Occasionally, I could look down and see Ken piston his white shaft in and out of my body. Somehow, he got every inch of himself in me and it was feeling great. Ken was packing a rod and knew how to use it.

Ken was moving in and out slowly at first. But I reached down beneath his body and started to rub his balls. "Come for me, Ken. Shoot your seed in me, baby," I whispered in his ear.

Ken began pushing faster and I could feel his cock expanding. I knew that he was about to blow now. Then with a loud groan, Ken shot a thick load of cum into my waiting pussy. He looked down at me and asked me, "Are you mad at me for this. I don't want you to think that I did this to get back at Becky."

I told him, "I know you didn't Ken. I did." He laughed and we kissed for another five minutes. Ken ended up sleeping over that night. But just before he could leave the next morning, I gave him the ultimate blow job of his life and he shot a super load into my mouth. Ironically, Becky arrived just five minutes after Ken left. She said, "Aggie, I just saw Ken on campus and he looked so pathetic. I bet he may never get over our break up."

I told her, "Oh, I doubt that. You'll be surprised how soon one could forget about the one that they once loved." That was to become the start of a secret relationship that we hid from Becky for the entire school year.

My Roommate's Girl



Kara was one of the hottest girls I had ever seen. Long blond hair. Nice little tight ass. Good sized, firm tits. Full pouty lips and eyes that scream "Fuck me!" She was wearing a very short red skirt that showcased her luscious legs, and a pair of heels that accentuated her sexy stems. 

Too bad she was my roommate's girlfriend. 

"Is Andrew around?" she asked. 

I had to keep my eyes glued to the television to keep from staring at her gorgeous body. 

"Yeah, he's in his room," I answered. 

"Thanks," she replied before heading down the hall. I turned to watch her ass as she walked away. 

"Lucky bastard," I muttered to myself. Kara and I never talked much, but I think she could sense my lust for her. Sometimes I swear she was driving me crazy on purpose. 

I slumped back into the soft cushions of the couch, trying in vain to divert my thoughts back to the TV. I had spent many nights lying in my bed jerking off thinking about Andrew's girl. I felt kind of bad seeing as it was my buddy's girl, but I kept my fantasies to myself so I didn't think it did any harm. 

After a few minutes Andrew and Kara left for a movie, leaving me to my dirty little thoughts. No sooner had the door shut than my dick was out for a workout. I thought about pushing Kara's little skirt up and sinking my cock into her wet pussy. I thought about her sweet lips wrapped around my shaft. I thought about her tight ass stretched around my dick. 

As I walked to the bathroom to get a towel I wondered if she took it in the ass. Andrew always said she was kinky and into things that he wasn't. I wondered if that meant ass fucking? Whatever. Having spent my load I collapsed back on the couch and quickly fell asleep. 

I awoke a few hours later as the happy couple re-entered the apartment. They didn't say much but went straight to the bedroom. I got up, yawned scratched my head, and turned the channel. I was feeling horny again so I decided to put on a porno. After all, Kara and Andrew would probably be busy for a while. I slipped one into the VCR and sat back on the couch. 

After about half an hour I heard the door to Andrew's room open. I quickly turned the TV off, not wanting to look like a pervert. 

"What were you watching?" 

It was Kara. 

I was flustered. "Um, nothing. I was just going to watch a movie." 

She sat down. "Good. What one? Andrew fell asleep pretty fast and I'm not in the mood for sleeping." 

"I don't know. What would you like to watch?" 

She hopped up and began to look through our limited movie collection. Damn she looked good. She was wearing a T-shirt just long enough to cover her panties, and her hair was tied back in a ponytail. She looked like a girl at a slumber party but she was still fucking hot! 

"Aw, lets just watch whatever is in here already," she said pushing play on the VCR. 

"No don't..." I tried to stop her but it was too late. An image of a women getting bent over a table popped onto the screen. 

At first she looked stunned, but soon a smile crossed her face and she returned to the sofa. 

"Damon, you dirty guy. I knew you were up to something in here," she said with a grin. 

She didn't seem too shocked so I decided to run with it. 

"Guilty as charged", I replied. "I never knew you were into stuff like this though." 

"Are you kidding? I love porn!" 

Her eyes were transfixed on the screen, where a woman was getting it in the ass and mouth at the same time. 

"Yum! Now that looks like fun!", she said. 

I turned to her. "You like it kinky huh?" 

She bit her lip and nodded. "I haven't been getting it lately though," she said, glancing towards Andrew's room. "Someone's never in the mood!" 

"You have to be kidding!" I replied. "If you were my girl I'd fuck you every night!" 

I couldn't believe what I had just said. I was just about to explain myself when Kara slid over the couch and kissed me. Her lips felt so soft as they first brushed against mine. Then her mouth opened and our tongues met. She climbed up, straddling my lap kissing me deeper as my hands found her pert little ass. Things were starting to heat up when suddenly she pulled away. 

"That's it," I thought to myself. "She has finally come to her senses." 

She looked into my eyes. "Not here. Andrew might wake up. Lets go to the bathroom." 

How could I say no? 

As I followed Kara to the bathroom, I couldn't believe my fantasy was finally coming true. 

After I got in she closed the door and locked it. Now our bathroom is not that big but I was sure we could make do. 

No sooner had the door shut than she was on me. Her smell was intoxicating. Her lips touched mine and I thought I would cum in my pants. Her tongue slipped passed her lips and entered my mouth. Her delicate hand fell to my crotch and rubbed the bulge in my pants. 

"Ohh, someone's excited," she said, caressing my rock hard package. 

"How can I help it?" I answered pulling her back for another kiss. 

Soon her shirt was lying on the bathroom floor and Kara was leaning back on the sink counter with my face in her perfect tits. Her hands passed through my hair as I licked and sucked her nipples. I dropped a hand to her crotch and felt her pussy through her panties. They were already a little damp and I could make out the outline of her soft little pussy lips. 

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to have that pussy. Suddenly I dropped to my knees and placed my mouth over the wet fabric. Kara reached down and pulled her panties to the side exposing her perfectly shaven cunt. It was pink and smooth and I wanted nothing more than to sink my tongue deep within its depths. 

I pulled the panties down her smooth legs and Kara put one leg up on the counter spreading wide for me. I began by planting soft kisses up her thigh, but she would have none of that. She grabbed my hair and pulled me into her wet hole. My tongue soon found her clit and I had her moaning in no time. Every time she was about to come I would pull away and bury my tongue deep inside her. She was so wet and smelled so good! I had to have all of her. 

My tongue flicked down her smooth soft pussy lips and reached back under her tickling the area around her anus. 

"Oh you bad boy!" she said between moans. 

"So you want me to stop?" I said pulling away. 

Her eyes widened. "Fuck no!! I love having my ass licked!" 

With that she spun around and placed one leg up on the toilet spreading her ass cheeks showing me her tight little pink butt hole. I was in heaven. I lightly touched my tongue to the rim licking it softly and Kara began rubbing her clit. Soon my lips were covering her hole as my tongue ran circles around her ass. The tip of my tongue found her opening and pushed its way in. 

"Oh yes, lick my asshole!!" 

She was turning me on sooo much. I pulled away once again. 

"You know that soon I'm going to be fucking you here don't you", I asked. 

Kara just moaned. "Uh huh. You can do what ever you want to me!" 

I looked up. "Anything?" 

"Yes, I want to be your little whore!" 

Those words almost set me off right there. Imagine a hot girl like Kara, calling herself your whore, while your tongue is stuffed into her asshole! 

I resumed eating out her asshole as I stroked my cock. I had to be careful not to cum. She was obviously not worried about it though as her rubbing of her clit increased in pace and she started to convulse. 

"Fuck, I'm cumming!!" she moaned, pulling my face hard into her ass. I could feel her asshole squeeze my tongue as I reamed her out. Once her climax had subsided she spun around and pulled me back up. Her lips found mine and her tongue entered my mouth again kissing me deeply, as her fingers slid into her slick pussy. She pulled away and flicked my lips with her little pink tongue. 

"Do you want to fuck my ass now?", Kara asked, smearing her pussy juices over her freshly licked butt hole. 

I had been expecting to fuck her pussy first but I wasn't about to complain. 

"Oh yeah, I'm ready." 

"Good." she said. "Because I've been craving that cock of yours in my ass since I saw that slut taking one in your movie." 

She hopped up on the counter and leaned back, spreading her legs, showing me her wet little pink asshole. I first coated my cock with saliva, then placed it at her tight anal opening. Kara smiled and pulled it tightly against her hole. She let out a moan as the head slipped passed her tight muscular ring. Inch by inch my engorged dick disappeared into my roommate's girlfriend. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as I slid deep into her ass. 

"I feel like such a slut!" she said between moans. 

I leaned forward pushing my cock all the way into her. I put my mouth up to her ear and whispered to her. 

"You are a slut!" 

"Oh yes, I'm your... uh, dirty little slut! Fuck my ass! Fill your slut's asshole with cum!" 

I could feel her ass clench around me hungry for my load. I crammed my tongue into her mouth stifling her moans as the first stream of hot cum shot deep into her butt. I pulled out a little before sliding back in spewing out more jism into her ass. 

After I had spent my load I pulled my now-soft dick from her ass. Thinking it was all over I started to get dressed. Kara had other ideas however. 

She grabbed my dick and kissed me once again. I returned the kiss, but I was cut short as she began working her way down my chest. I could feel my dick start to harden again. Her tender lips brushed my thighs as her she stroked her nails down my stomach. In one fluid motion she lifted my dick and placed her hot little mouth to my balls. Her tongue danced around wetting my sac as her hand softly stroked my cock. Needless to say I was hard again in no time and ready to go. Kara gave the tip of my dick a flick of her tongue and stood up. 

"Are you ready to fuck my pussy now?" 

I smiled. "Bend over you little slut!" 

I spun her around and bent her over the counter. A gasp escaped her perfect lips as my dick slid into her wet hole. My hands gripped her hips as I pulled it out, only to thrust it back inside her. Her body was swaying back and forth in sync with my thrusts. Her head was down and she was moaning something to herself. Our fucking increased and her delicate fingers returned to their place at her clit. She was rubbing her little button faster and faster as I watched in fascination as her hot little cunt swallowed up my dick again and again. I placed my hands on her ass cheeks and spread them wide, viewing her freshly fucked asshole. There was a small rivulet of cum leaking from her ass. 

"Fuck!! Yes! Fuck me!" 

She was getting loud. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back as I drove into her hard. My balls were smacking against her swollen pussy lips and my hips were pounding her ass relentlessly. I inserted my index finger into her cum coated asshole and pushed it in up to the knuckle. 

"Oh yes!" she moaned. "I'm going to cum!!" 

I pulled my finger out and looked at it. It was covered in the same cum that I had just shot into Kara's ass a few minutes before. 

"Fuck! Fuck me!!" 

I was worried Andrew was going to wake up so I pulled her head back and stuffed my jism-covered finger into Kara's mouth. Her moans were muffled as she began sucking my finger. As she came, her mouth clamped tight around my finger and her pussy clamped around my cock. I continued fucking her as her orgasm faded away. 

She reached back and pushed me backward freeing my dick from her soaking pussy. She then spun around and dropped to her knees. With a grin she opened her sweet mouth and took my slick wet cock between her lips. Her hand cupped my balls as she slid her lips down my shaft tasting her own juices. I could hardly believe it. Here I was in the bathroom with my friend's girl sucking my cock; the same cock that had just been in her pussy and her asshole. What a slut! 

I was mesmerized as Kara sucked and licked my hard shaft. I noticed she was reaching back behind her with her other hand and I realized she was fingering her own ass. After a few more minutes of exquisite sucking and licking she pulled her finger from her ass. She looked up into my eyes as she put it in her mouth, tasting my cum once again. Then she took it out and resumed sucking. Suddenly I felt her hand between my legs. Her wet finger traced the rim of my asshole before slowly sliding up inside. I knew I was done. 

She took the first shot of cum into her mouth and greedily swallowed it down. Then she pulled away and continued jacking my cock, sending stream after stream of hot jism into her face and onto her lips and tongue. 

"Thanks," she said, rising to her feet and kissing me. 

As I lay in bed later that night I stroked my dick and wondered if all that really happened. I also wondered if would ever get the chance to do it again. I soon shot my load and fell asleep to the sounds of Kara and Andrew fucking in the next room. 

The End 

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My Roommate's Girl



My roommate had been seeing this girl Gina for a few months. Gina is an attractive girl. 5'4 140 lbs. Huge DD tits and an amazing tight ass. My roommate obviously enjoyed her body I could here them fucking often. More than a few times I had stroked my self to her moaning while he plowed her. 

One night they came back to the apartment drunk as hell just after bar close. I was sleeping but in there drunken state they weren't capable of being quite. I was annoyed but not angry. We were all in our mid-twenties so going out and getting drunk was to be expected. 

They made it into his room and with in minutes I could here them going at it. I don't know how long they fucked for because I fell back asleep. But a couple hours later I woke up having to piss. I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom wearing only my boxers.

In the bathroom I found the surprise of my life. Gina was passed out naked on the bathroom floor. I kicked her foot and said her name trying to wake her. Next I tried getting my roommate to wake her but he was passed out in bed. My need to take a leak hadn't subsided and was starting to become urgent. I tried shaking Gina one more time and decided to piss with her on the floor. 

Once my bladder was empty I was able to really appreciate the naked beauty on the floor. My dick was rock hard and I had subconsciously kept it out after pissing. I started to gently stroke myself while staring at Gina's amazing tits. They were huge and completely natural. They sagged off to her sides as she lay passed out on her back.

Quickly a devious idea formed in my head. Gina was too out of it to be woken up and my roommate was passed out too. I could quickly have my way with her. Of course she would wake up knowing she had been fucked but she wouldn't know she had been fucked by me. 

I reached down between Gina's legs and spread her moist pussy lips. I watched her face intently to see if she showed any sign of waking. Her pussy was soaking wet but as far as I could tell there was no cum in it. Either she made my roommate wear a condom or he pulled out. 

I fingered her for a few minutes and she didn't move an inch. I figured that meant I was clear to proceed. I positioned my self between her legs. It was no easy task on the bathroom floor because there wasn't much room to maneuver.

Finally I was in position with my rock hard dick pointed at her cunt. My dick is pretty average. 6 inches and pretty skinny but I never got any complaints. I glided it in softly at first. Again I was watching her face for signs of waking. When I was sure she wasn't going to wake up I shoved it home.

Her pussy felt amazing. I couldn't believe how tight it felt around my cock. I started off fucking slow and hard but when she still didn't move an inch I started really going at it. I was thrusting into as hard and fast as I could. I knew I wasn't going to make it long and that was probably for the best under the circumstances. I moved my hands down to grab her ass and got a surprise.

I guess she did let my roommate fuck her bare back. I didn't find any cum in her pussy cause he had unloaded in her ass. I knew he liked anal and had always assumed he fucked her in the ass and now found the proof. As soon as I realized what had happened I stopped fucking her. I had never been in a girl's ass and was very curious.

Finding the proper position was more difficult than I thought. I first tried to slip it in from the missionary position we were in but quickly realized the angle wasn't going to work. I debated rolling her over but thought the risk of waking her was to great. I ended up slowly moving her legs up so that they rested on my shoulders. This gave me the perfect angle at her ass. 

My dick slid easily into her ass because it was lubed with cum. I had thought her pussy was tight but her ass showed me what tight really was. It was like having my dick in a vice but in a good way. I started fucking her ass slowly and it felt great. I was only a few strokes in when Gina moaned lightly. I froze for a second to make sure her eyes were still shut. They were and she hadn't moved so I figured I was ok.

I started fucking her ass again. This time a little faster. It was a only a few minutes when I felt an orgasm coming on. I thrust as deep as I could and filled her ass with my cum. My orgasm seemed to last a full minute as her tight ass drained the cum from me. 

Once every drop of cum was pulled from my balls I got off of her. I pulled up my boxers snd I went back to bed. I fell asleep pretty quick but was woken up sometime later by my roommate getting Gina out of the bathroom. I heard him say something to her about not wanting me too find her naked. This made me laugh to myself. 

Then I heard the distinct sounds of sex. I heard the bed thumping and him moaning but nothing from her. I figured she was still pretty much passed out. I wondered if he was taking her ass and getting my sloppy seconds. Sloppy thirds really considering it was his second go. When the noises stopped I fell back asleep.

The next morning the three of us went about our lives like nothing happened. I guess for them nothing had happened. I on the other hand had some of the best sex of my life. It was a night I'll never forget.



My Roommate's Girlfriend



My roommate's girlfriend was in town for the weekend and it was driving me nuts.

My name is John, I'm 19 and I live in a dorm with my roommate, Mark. Mark's girlfriend's name is Amy. Amy is my height, about 5'7, 18, and she weighs about 100 pounds. Last year she was a cheerleader for the high school, but this year she decided not to. She has nice medium size mounds on her chest and has a very nice very round little ass. Her legs are mesmerizing as her skin is perfect and she is very toned.

On one part, I enjoy the weekends when she comes to visit because she fills my masturbating fantasies the whole time and I get plenty of time to watch her walk about the dorm room or sleep in her tank tops.

In the mornings, my roommate has class on the weekends and so Amy sleeps in after he leaves at 8, and then wakes up when he returns after his classes are over at noon. Many times I have woken up before Amy and I can get a good eye full of her toned body in the twisted positions of sleep. Sometimes her arms will be up and I can get a great cleavage view of her pert breasts. Other times she is on her stomach and I can gaze at that perfect ass for hours.

This particular morning I was feeling extra horny and Amy was wearing a skin-tight tank top and very very short cloth shorts. I could see she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were poking through her top a little. Her legs looked so smooth, all I wanted to do was run my hands up and down her body. I got up and stood, looking down at her. Mark had already left for class, so I decided to be risky and unzipped my pants. I pulled out my already hard cock and began stroking it

I moved my hand up and down and Amy's body was too much for me quickly as I had to slow down to prevent myself from shooting all over the place.

As I was about to release into my hands Amy opened her eyes and looked right at me. Immediately I stopped jerking off but was paralyzed under her stare. Her eyes were huge and her mouth was hanging open. She tried to say something but the words wouldn't come out. I moved out of her sight and got in bed and covered up, mumbling that I was going back to sleep. She didn't respond and a few minutes later I peaked out and she was back asleep.

Oh shit. I had just gotten caught red handed jacking off to my roommate's girlfriend by my roommate's girlfriend!! I laid in bed, too scared to fall asleep or move. I heard Mark come home at noon and he and Amy talked and nothing was said about the jerking off incident. They left to go get lunch and I made my exit from the sheets.

The day had gone normally, Amy and I had seen each other before we went to sleep that night, and although it was a little awkward, she said nothing about what she had seen.

That night I dreamt the whole night about fucking her. We fucked in the beds, on the floor, in the shower, in the tub, in my car, everywhere. I must have dreamt for the entire night. I was dreaming about doing her from behind when my roommate leaving for his classes woke me up. Damn.

I was extremely hard and extremely horny. Try as I might I couldn't get back to sleep. I sat up and looked over at Amy, the covers thrown off her. She was laying in her shorts and tank top. Her hair was behind her and her entire neck, face and upper chest was exposed to me. I sat and looked for a moment and decided I couldn't take it any longer.

I moved over to her bed and silently positioned myself above her, looking down at her face. I sunk my weight onto her and began gently kissing her lower ear and neck.

Her eyes shot open and she immediately tried to push me off. I could tell her body was enjoying the kisses are her nipples were much harder than when I had started. I continued to kiss around her neck and her upper chest. I reached down and grabbed a kicking thigh and rubbed my hand up the back to her ass cheek.

"Ohhhhnnnnnn!" she moaned softly, in spite of her determination not to yield. "John, you know we can't! We can't! Let me go!"

I pulled her tank-top down and put a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard on it. I moved my tongue around in circles and tried to fit as much of her tit in my mouth as possible. I moved my hands down behind her and grabbed both ass cheeks, pulling her nearer to me.

I could feel her efforts to resist yield, she wanted this as badly as I did. I knew my roommate didn't fuck her. She was horny too.

I pulled my pants and boxers off, leaving me naked above her. I grabbed her shorts and forced them down and off her legs. She stared down between my legs as I moved back up and engulfed her tit with my mouth.

"Oh God, John, it's so big!" she gasped. "I want it in me, but we can't! It's so wrong!"

I grabbed one of her legs and pushed it to the side, positioning my cock at her hole. I pushed my way inside all the way to the hilt, her back arched and she winced in erotic pain. 

"Owwnnchhhggg!" she cried out, briefly seeing stars.

I pushed in harder and faster, grabbing one of her legs up to my side to push in deeper. She was moaning like crazy, the pleasure was becoming too much for her and her orgasm was near. She reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling my cock in to the hilt of her hot cunt.

"Owwwnnggggnnggggg!" she groaned, tossing her head to and fro on the sheet, wincing with hot pain.

I felt my orgasm coming so I grinded my crotch against hers even harder, making the bed squeak with our fevered motions.

"Unhh! Oooooohhhh! Oh God, unghh, yessssss! God, John, yes, harder, I'm cumming! Annnggiihheeeee! Ungghh! Oh shit, oh Jesus-- unngghaaiieeeeeee!" she wailed as the incredible spasms shook her quivering body.

Her body went into shivers as the orgasm wrecked its way through her body. With one long last shove I unloaded my cum into her pussy as deep as it would go, holding myself in while spurt after spurt hit the back of her cunt.

I pulled out of her with a slurp and we looked at each other in shock.

"Tomorrow morning?" I grinned.

"Of course," she said.

I moved back to my bed and went back to sleep.



My Roommate's Girlfriend



My college roommate Artie was a basketball star, but you wouldn’t know it from looking at him. He was so small, frail, but there was no doubt he was a magician on the court. 

He’d find seams in the defense, rocket fire passes with pinpoint accuracy, and dazzle the fans with his tantalizing dribbling. 

Other than that we were normal college kids, students at times, partiers at other, and in our first two years as roommates I had seen and heard him bed numerous college girls, a professor and the wife of a local businessman. Oh, I mean, I wasn’t at the front door watching them go into his bedroom, but it happened.

Over the summer heading into our junior year Artie met and started dating Stephanie, a cute blonde who was vice-captain of the cheerleading squad. The two hit it off and were sleeping together by the time I got to the small, cozy apartment we’d rented off campus. 

The apartment had a bedroom, Artie’s, a small living room that was my bedroom, a small kitchen and little workroom. Small, but cost effective and on the top floor of a three-story building near campus. 

When I arrived Stephanie and Artie were an item, which struck me odd because he loved bedding different women, so I thought it a phase. But after a few weeks he seemed true to her. 

I was dating a nice girl, Kelly, and to say the new living arrangements worked out was an understatement. In prior years we’d have to schedule are sexual liaisons as to ensure one of us didn’t enter at an intimate time. There were a few close calls, but it was all fine in the end. Now, though, with own rooms, it wasn’t an issue.

Once the year began it was evident that Artie’s prowess with women was, as usual, great. More than once I had to bail him out of potential trouble when seeing Stephanie on her way to the house when I knew Artie was entertaining some girl. Hey, that’s what roommates are for. 

One thing about the rooms in our apartment was the thin walls. Many a night I spent trying to drift off to sleep while Artie was making love to some lucky lady.  Or better stated, banging her like a drum as while their was lovemaking it was the incessant slapping of body parts and moans and groans that kept me awake. It was a bit embarrassing in the morning, waking up and having to wait for the bathroom as Stephanie made herself presentable. 

Mostly, though, she went back to the dorm after her dalliances with my roommate. He was such a cad that me didn’t walk her home.  And the other women? Treated them the same. Bang them and they’d leave. 

“Did we keep you up last night,” asked Stephanie one morning after an evening that featured some real heavy head banging or spring bouncing. Of course I acted as if I had been totally asleep, but if the truth were told I’d taken care of my hard on listening to their lovemaking on the other side of the wall. 

From all I heard the two were perfect in bed together. They surely were a great couple outside the bedroom, as they were always together, studying, playing, and partying. All of which meant that Saturday night in early October was an eye-opener.

Monday nights generally meant dinner at Homer’s, a local family owned restaurant that offered great portions on home cooked means. Then over to Branigans for drinks and darts. While he was in training, Monday was an off night, so Artie could have a little fun and still remain true to the team.

We left the bar at 10 as Artie had an 11 p.m. curfew, and he stuck to it. Back at the apartment we played some cards before I slipped off to my room. Soon I heard Artie and Stephanie in the next room, and they weren’t playing cards. I think Stephanie was playing Artie’s skin flute from what I could hear. 

After a bit the two advanced to the old in-out, in-out, as their bed was rocking and I could hear moans escaping her mouth. “Yes, Artie, Yes, give it to me” and “Oh lord” were just some of the comments. They didn’t last long, but soon I heard Artie say he was cuming and I wanted to clap at their performance but thought better of it. 

For whatever reason I couldn’t sleep. Their activities made the fact that Kelly was hitting the books extra hard and not available for any nookie drained my brain. I read some before wandering into the kitchen for a warm milk to put me to sleep. Sitting at the table I was startled when I saw Stephanie in her tee shirt and not much else enter the room.

“Hey Rob, what are you doing up,” said the pretty red head, sipping an adult beverage she pulled out of the fridge.

“Just catching up on some reading, you know, nothing really.”

We spoke for a little bit and along the way I started looking at those wonderful legs. My eyes went higher until I could see the pretty pink panties under her tee shirt.

“Rob, what are you doing?”

I was busted. “Sorry, just admiring the view.”

She luckily laughed. I know I shouldn’t be ogling my roommate’s girl, but I am a guy and she was so damn pretty. I think I deserved a pass on that one.  Along the way she noticed a tenting in my pants. 

She smiled, drained the brew, then pulled out another. After her third beer we traded shots of tequila and soon we were feeling no pain.

“So did we get you hot,” asked the girl in a somewhat slurred voice. It was at that point I realized that she had been drinking and was a little unsteady. Still, she wasn’t totally drunk or anything like that. “We were a little noisy tonight.”

Laughing, I said I hoped it was enjoyable. I was fine; it was nice listening to them.

Then came the shocker. “I wish he’d take his time….he cums too fast,” said the girl. 

I must have looked incredulous, or confused, or something.

Out of the blue Stephanie started talking about intimacies with my roommate. “He’s a good lover, but he always finishes before I do. Damn, I am so horny now, I was coming in here to see if you guys had a banana or something I could borrow,” she admitted. 

Once again I laughed, thinking that she was kidding.

“I’m serious,” said the girl. “I was going to do myself.”

I said something about not having a banana. Laughing I said she could borrow my meat! And she didn’t hit me. She smiled and said that was a great idea, but that I would shoot off my mouth and nothing good would come from that. 

It is hard to believe, but after talking for another few minutes Stephanie slurred that if I could keep a secret, and if I followed the rules, then maybe we could solve her problem.

Rules?

“You have to be real quiet. I don’t want to get caught. You can fuck me, but really, I will be doing you. And one more thing. You can’t cum in me. That’s for Artie. But I have to cum, I am burning down there. I need to cum.”

In a flash of the eye I agreed to anything and everything. Sure I could keep quiet. Sure I could hold back until she came. And sure I would wait until out of her to orgasm. Of course, I am a gentleman!

The girl was obviously more inebriated than I had thought and not possessing all of her senses, but what did I care.  I wanted some of that pussy, no matter what I had to agree to as a way to get it.  Oh yea!

Stephanie slipped back to ensure Artie was sound asleep, and then returned holding the wall as a sort of crutch. She was indeed drunk, but that made no difference to me.

We slipped into my room, throwing a couple pillows on the floor. She directed me to lie down and soon my pajama bottoms were off and she was stroking my cock, purring sweet nothings as she did it.

“Oh you have a nice dick,” said the girl, quietly. “It’s so hard for me. I think he likes me!”

With that she bent over and licked by cock from stem to stern for a few seconds, holding my balls in her hand. “You ever say a word about his and there will be some cracked nuts down here,” she said authoritatively. She licked a little more as I noticed she was slipping off her pretty pink panties. 

Reaching around her backside and under, I slid my fingers up and down her soaking wet pussy. I was in heaven. It was hot, wet and she was enthusiastically willing.

“That feels so good,” she said, looking up at me while continuing to stroke my dick. “I have to have you.”

With that she moved around, but not before I slipped over and slid my tongue up and down her snatch. It wasn’t a long licking session as after just a minute or so she pushed me back and mounted me right there on the floor. 

“Keep it quiet,” moaned the girl as she started to slowly bounce up and down on my dick. She controlled the action, as I was a mere instrument at this point. She used my dick, moving faster as she let our little gasps at the action.

For my part, I slipped my hands around her ass to help guide the action, but in reality she was banging me. It was awesome. Her pussy was so very hot and wet and seemed to cling to my dick as she rose away from me. Soon, her eyes clinched shut and she held her breath as she began to come.

“Oh my god that’s awesome, you’re getting me off, oh yes, yes,” said the girl holding it to a whisper but grunting it out. “Cumming!”

Damn, I wanted to shoot in her slot, I was close, but she sat on my dick without moving, luxuriating in the feeling of her orgasm. She remained there for about a minute before slipping off and kissing me on the cheek.

“That was awesome, wonderful,” said the now well-fucked girl, re-gripping my dick.  “Your cock really had me going.”

“You felt wonderful,” was all I could muster, moving my midsection in time to her stroking. 

She watched me savor the hand job, putty in her hands. Then she startled me by bending over and licking my dick again.

“Tell me when you are going to cum,” was all she said, then bent over and took my dick in her mouth.

Damn, that girl could suck. Of course, I was so hot that I couldn’t last, and while I tried to hold off I knew it was fruitless. She couldn’t have sucked me for more than a minute before I exclaimed that I was going to shoot.

With that she lifted off my dick but continued to stroke it like a true champion. Soon I shot several volleys of cum out my cannon as the girl continued to jerk me off. 

The entire session couldn’t have taken 15 minutes, but both of us were satisfied. I couldn’t believe my luck, but have to admit she reminded me that I’d have broken balls if even a word were spoken about our little escapade.

Stephanie went back to Artie’s bed, and me to mine, and this was one of those nights where she spent the evening. I was dead to the world until hearing rustling in the kitchen and smelling coffee brewing. 

I slipped into my pajama bottoms ---- somehow I fell asleep with them on the floor --- and made my way into to the kitchen and sat down. Artie poured me some coffee and soon Stephanie emerged from the bathroom dressed in jeans and a tee top. 

Staring down at my coffee, I looked up when she asked how my night had been. A sly smile told me she remembered everything, but Artie was oblivious to the world. Stephanie kissed my roommate, not a goodbye kiss but a real lip-locker, and then said she was heading to the library to study. 

There was an uncomfortable silence after she left, and I worried Artie knew what had happened. But soon it was evident he was none the wiser. Surprisingly he mentioned how hot Stephanie was.

“Damn, she was hot this morning,” said my roommate. “We did it last night and I woke up this morning to her playing on my flute. She was hot as a pistol. We did it again this morning. I’m a lucky guy.” 

With that he headed toward the shower and I back to my bedroom. Shutting the door, I felt my hardening dick, thinking about my roommate’s girlfriend. I have to admit I licked my fingers tasting her still on me from our toe curling rendezvous.

The next few times we saw each other I blushed. I mean, it was so very naughty what we had done. I wanted to say something but thought better of it. Stephanie, for her part, didn’t mention a word.

Then, about a month after our inaugural meshing of body parts, my dream once again came true.

The basketball team had won a big game and the team partied for a while before Artie, Stephanie and I went back to the apartment with a buzz. Once again the two of them went to his bedroom and soon I heard those familiar moans and groans. This was a particularly hot and heavy session that went on longer than their normal good old in-out quick affairs. 

I was going to take care of my own business, but the buzz from drinking and the lateness of hour sent me to sleep instead.

At some point I heard some rustling at my door.

“Jon, are you awake?” cooed Stephanie.

Of course I wasn’t but mumbled something. I saw from the clock it was a little after three.

“Uh, I have this little problem,” said the girl. “Like the problem I had last month. Want to help me out.”

Are you kidding me? I slipped out of my bed and she immediately pushed me to the floor. “Remember, keep very quiet!”

Of course I would. Lying down on the floor, pillow guarding my head, Stephanie once again stroked me hard. This time, she didn’t lick; she simply stroked my dick to full attention. Like before, she mounted me and rubbed my dick up and down her hot wet pussy before centering herself over and sitting down on my dick.

The girl had a way with fucking my dick, what else can I say. She grinded against me, working at her own rhythm, bouncing along until. She fucked me, first at a steady pace and then increasing to a grind that brought my blood to a boil. Damn, she had a hot pussy.

Soon she orgasmed without me doing much of anything other than being there. It was a super feeling. Coming down from her high she kissed me on the cheek and actually thanked me. “Oh, I needed that,” said the girl.

We lay side by side, holding each other, for a couple minutes before she mentioned that I was still hard as a rock. “Well, Stephanie, I could use a little help with that.”

She said something like I bet you could.

This girl was something else. I couldn’t believe she could make love to my roommate and then writhing a couple hours use me as a fucking board to take care of her nocturnal needs, but I surely wasn’t going to complain. Nor was I going to say a word of it to anyone.

Stephanie kissed me again on the cheek and I thought she was going back to the other room. She knelt though, and then bent over. This time the fascinating girl not only licked my dick but also actually started sucking on it. Up and down her head went, masterfully teasing my cock. 

I was soon rocking in and out of her mouth and told her I was going to cum. She kept sucking and I couldn’t help myself. Holding her head in my hands I began shooting off in her pretty mouth. All the while she kept sucking me off, taking every drop of my sauce into her mouth.

She stayed sucking on me for a bit before moving up, smiling, and then swallowing my copious load. With that she bent over, kissed me on the mouth, and slipped up and out of the room.

Oh, what an interesting semester.



My Roommate's Hot Girlfriend



My roommate Martin had had girlfriends before, but none as sexy as Melissa. Melissa was a sure fox, super large breasts and a tight waist. Her amazing ass looked good in the small pink shorts she would always wear, and the matching pink top that squeezed her boobs in all the right places. The neck was cut low, exposing her bountiful cleavage that drew all eyes right to the fleshy center of her chest. 

At first I would only hear them fucking. On lonely nights I would be in my room, reading a magazine or watching television, when the noises would start. 

"Oo, take it off," I would hear her moan, and suddenly I could not concentrate on whatever I was doing. I would picture Melissa slowly sliding my roommate's body, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his cock, taking it in her warm fingers and rubbing it up and now. 

"It's so big," she would coo, and inside my pants I would feel my own dick starting to harden. I had a pretty small penis, and the tent in my fly didn't reach up very far. Still, I would press my hand hard against the outside of my pants and feel the great sensation rush up through my body.

For the rest of the evening, I would listen to the bumps and screams of Martin and Melissa in the room behind mine, and imagine her thick boobs bouncing up and down from Martin's cock in her pussy. I would stroke my own cock, often cumming twice before they would finish, and then turn off the lights and fall asleep, dreaming of the two of them going at it like dogs. 

In the morning she would be there at the breakfast table, wearing my robe from the bathroom, her cleavage showing through the folds of the cloth, and I could smell the scent of his spunk festering on her thighs. The simple sight of her would get me hard again, and I would pour myself a cup of coffee and run back to my room to jerk it while thinking of her.

After a few weeks of this, they started to get more creative. I came home one day in the afternoon and heard them fucking again, and assumed they were in the bedroom. I walked into the bathroom to take a leak, I saw them, in the shower, her glorious tits pressed against the wall while my roommate stick his dick in her, her ass sticking our into the air. They didn't stop fucking, so I stood there watching for a moment before closing the door and running back to my room, the sight of her naked body still fresh in my mind.

Even after their afternoon adventure, they were still fucking like usual that night. I had my cock in my hand, stroking wilding to the idea of their naked bodies beating against each other, when she walked in. She was wearing my robe again, this time opened a bit more liberally, exposing a large amount of her breasts all the way down to the soft area right above her pussy. When she saw what I was doing her eyes went wide and she started to giggle, making the robe open more to show her full breasts with their light pink nipples and fluffy outer region. She was laughing about my size, which must've been miniscule compared to my roommate, and I quickly pulled the covers over myself, trying to hide my tiny tool. 

She didn't leave, just stood in the doorway, breasts unknowingly bared, grinning wickedly at my blushing face. 

"What was that thing?" she asked, smiling.

"Nothing," I stuttered, embarrassed, trying to sink into my bed, "It wasn't anything."

"No, I think it was something," she said, "Not much of anything, but something."

She waltzed over to my bed, her hips swaying with each step, and pulled my covers away with her dainty fingers. My dick was as hard as ever, a full four and a half inches, and she smiled wider when she saw it.

"It's so small!" she giggled, "I've never seen a dick that small. I've always fucked guys who were nine, ten inches big. One time I dated a guy who was eight inches, and I refused to let him fuck me because I knew I wouldn't feel it. Imagine if that thing was in me!"

I wanted to close my eyes to block out the humiliation, but I couldn't help but stare at the lumpy mounds of pale flesh hanging from her chest. She looked down to see her exposed breast, but didn't do anything to cover them up.

"You like these?" she asked, putting her hands on the sides to squeeze them seductively, "All the guys do. I wouldn't let a guy like you ever touch them though." She leaned over my body and put her face right next to my cock.

"It's so tiny," she repeated, "Do you mind if I touch it?" I didn't say anything, so she took her slender finger and grabbed the shaft of my penis, and then rubbed her breast with her other hand. I couldn't help it; I came immediately. Messes of white sperm shot out of my dick, spraying her hand and face with my thick creamy seed. She was surprised I had cum so easily, but kept stroking my dick until all the spunk was out.

"I've never seen a dick finish that fast!" she jested, "I bet you're awful in the sack." She wiped the sticky mess from her hair and then smeared it on her breast. "Your roommate won't notice, I'm going back to fuck him now. I just wanted to see if you had any lotion. She looked to my side and saw the lotion I had been using to jack off, and grabbed it in her cum-smelling hands. 

"We'll be using this," she said, and closed the door behind her. I was stunned. It was the single most humiliating yet sexiest moment I had ever experienced. I grabbed my glistening cock and started stroking again, even without lotion it only took me two minutes. I went to sleep an extremely satisfied man.

In the morning my roommate was sleeping in again, and when I went into the kitchen for my cup of coffee she was there again, wearing my robe, holding my bottle of lotion in her hands. When she saw me walk in, she smiled and I looked down at her covered tits. 

"Well, last night was fun," she said, "With your roommate, I mean, not with you. He fucked me so good, I can't even feel my pussy." She spread her legs, showing her glistening pussy, wet with her own juices and those of my roommate.

"Thanks for the lotion too," she added, handing me the bottle, which was twice as empty as when I had loaned it to her.

"We kind of used a lot," she said, "He rubbed it on my boobs and then titty fucked me. My boobs are pretty big and we titty fucked about five times, so that used kind of a lot."

The idea of Melissa's huge tits swallowing my roommate's cock made me hard, and she saw the tent in my pants start to form. 

"Looks like you'll need this lotion, tiger," she mocked, and I walked back into my room to masturbate.

That day I came home in the afternoon again to them fucking doggy style right in the living room. In plain sight, my roommate Martin had his cock right up Melissa's naked pussy, and her tits were flapping wildly with each stroke.

"Look who's home," Melissa said, swaying back and forth with each fuck, "It's pindick the roommate."

I looked up at my roommate who was too busy fucking Melissa to say anything to me, then back down at Melissa's moaning face.

"Um, I'm just going to leave you guys alone," I said, eager to go back to my room and process the images I was seeing, but Melissa stopped me.

"No, no stay, we both know you're just going to go masturbate anyway. Might as well let us watch. Take it out, tiny man."

I couldn't refuse such an offer, not to those magically full breasts and that puffy ass. I sat down on the couch opposite them and reached my hand in my pants. I was even harder than the night before. The whole room was quiet except for the brisk rhythm of his dick pumping her. 

It wasn't long before I felt the rush of liquid up through my shaft and I leaned over to the table to grab a tissue. 

Melissa saw what I was doing.

"Oh, no, don't waste that in a tissue," she moaned slyly, "Come here, I'll make use of that."

I couldn't believe my ears. I stood up and walked over to her, my roommate still boning her vigorously from behind, and aimed at her face. My jizz ran all over the sides of her cheeks, falling into her mouth and sliding down her neck. A small bit fell into her cleavage, but was flung off with the next pump from behind.

She rubbed it around in her mouth with her tongue and said, "A little watery, but not bad there. Now get out, and leave us alone."

I went back to my room to masturbate again, still able to hear them going at it, and I came again before I heard the nosies stop and the door to our house open and close. Just then, I watched as my door opened and Melissa waltzed in.

"Your buddy had to leave," she said, sitting down nude on my bed, "and I think he wanted me to give you this." She spread open her legs to show her splattered cunt, sticky with my roommate's spunk.

"Care to clean me up?" she said, and I dug my face into her messy pussy. The stench of her wet juices and my roommates jizz was pungent and strong, but it was wonderful. She clenched her legs together, her gooey thighs smothering my face, and I could hear her moaning.

"You're really good at this," I heard her say, muted from the strength of her thighs, "You make up for your pelvis with your tongue. 

After a few orgasms on her part, she shoved my head out of her, and stood up.

"You'll be seeing a lot more of that," she said, and left my room.

That night she visited me again, another gooey mess for me to clean up. I lapped it up willingly, enjoying the feeling of her warm thighs against my ears and then she gave me another quick handjob before leaving.

When I walked into the kitchen in the morning, no one was there, so I sat down at the table and poured myself a bowl of froot loops and milk. 

I was halfway finished with my bowl when she walked in. She was wearing my robe but she shed it immediately, dropping it to the floor with an exaggerated flourish. 

Despite the heavy of amount of exposure her body had had to me, it still made me hard immediately. Walking in behind her was my roommate, naked and sporting a ten inch boner, and mounted her from behind. He didn't look at me or say anything, just starting fucking.

Melissa leaned on the table, tits inches from my froot loops, and they started humping back and forth. I had to lift my bowl off the table to avoid it spilling everywhere. 

"goodmorning," Melissa said, mid-hump, "We thought we'd have a morning quickie and let you watch."

I didn't know what to say. In one way, I had a raging hard on and there was a busty bosom slamming right into my face, but in the other, I just wanted to finish my froot loops. I decided I would just eat my food, and try to ignore them: I would have a chance to masturbate later.

"What, you're not going to take it out?" she asked, stunned. "Oh, well, you can't ignore us for long, we're going to be fucking all the time, so you should probably make the best of it." She thrust herself forwards, making her head and chest slap my bowl and make it spill all over my shirt.

"That's what you get," she said, "These are prime tits, right here, you and your tiny penis will never get to see anything like this, you should be making the best of it and jerking off. Whatever, I know I'll be getting fucked by as many dicks as I want for the rest of my life, you'll probably never have more than one or two girls for the rest of your life."

I frowned but couldn't help but listen to her. I reached my hands into my pants and stroked, ending up by coming right in the fly of my boxers. 

Right then, my roommate dismounted her, picked up my robe from the floor and marched back into his room. Melissa and I were left alone.

"Okay," she said, "Here's your real breakfast." She swung her legs onto the table and her warm sticky twat was right in my face.

I once again ate her out, my tongue becoming sticky with the mix of the lover's juices. When she was done, she leaped off the table and shook her hips seductively.

"We're thinking of trying anal next time, so there'll be more of me for you to lick." I gulped, swallowing the mixture she'd left in my mouth.

So that's how life is for me. Every day Melissa fucks my friend and every day I eat her out. I must've swallowed gallons of their juices, each creampie more and more erotic than the last. And, as promised, she began to have me lick her ass, which added a whole new element to my life.

Melissa's right, my tiny dick wouldn't ever get to be with anyone as sexy as her, so I just enjoy what she gives me and jerk it every night.



My Roommate's Massage



I share a two bedroom apartment with another guy in his mid-twenties named River. The son of hippie parents, River grew up in the San Francisco Bay area, a place where his unique name was more of a blessing than in other parts of the country. River's attitude generally fits his nature based name, although he is far more moderate than his parents. He does get tired of having to say "Yes, River, like the actor River Phoenix."

We are almost ideal roommates. We get along, but we're not close friends. River is a borderline workaholic who is often sleep deprived. He runs marathons, and has a toned, slim body to show for it. He's of average height for a man, and I've heard multiple women compliment his blue eyes and mischievous smile.

Between River's work habits and long runs he doesn't have a lot of time for dating. When we moved in together he was in the process of disentangling himself from a long term relationship and didn't seem too eager to dive back into the dating pool.

He surprised me the night after his tenth marathon by informing me he was having a girl come over. "I met her at a Burning Man party. Kacie is a professional massage therapist and she offered to give me a massage to help ease my leg pain from the race."

I hadn't met Kacie before, but figured if she went to Burning Man she was likely River's type, and probably not terribly shy. Burning Man is a festival held in the desert of Northern California every summer which has a reputation of having a casual attitude about sex, nudity and recreational substances.

"That's fine," I told him. Ordinarily I might have left the apartment to give him some privacy to encourage possible nookie, but I had work I needed to do on my computer. I figured I'd close my bedroom door and leave them well enough alone.

Kacie came over just after nine o'clock. She was a pretty brunette in her early twenties, with a couple piercings in her ear cartilage. From my experience with some of River's other "Burner" friends I actually expected someone a bit more "alternative" in appearance. Kacie looked like an average recent college grad. She was dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, underneath which her body seemed typical for a woman her age. Feminine, with curves in the right places, and not extreme in any way.

"I'm James," I said introducing myself. She shook my hand and I was rewarded with a beautiful, genuine smile.

"I've got a lot of work to do, so I'll leave you two alone." I fetched myself a glass of water from the kitchen in preparation for a long work session at my desk.

"Where do you want me to set my table up?" Kacie asked River.

"There probably is more room in my bedroom." River was right, our living room is somewhat crowded and the bedrooms in our apartment are quite large. I shut my door as Kacie set up her massage table in River's room.

I worked for over an hour before I had the urge to pee. I hadn't heard much through my door and stepped out into the short hallway between our bedrooms.

I had expected River's door to be closed, but it was partially open. The pleasant aroma of incense filled my nostrils, and I heard soft music coming from his bedroom. I did my business in the restroom and intended on returning to my own room, but a sound stopped me in my tracks.

It was the unmistakable sound of male sexual pleasure. Not the grunt from deep kneading or the contented murmur from a gentle massage; I was certain it was the sort of moan a man makes when aroused. It was followed by River softly saying "That's nice."

I couldn't resist peeking into his room from the hallway, trying to remain mostly hidden. Dozens of candles lit his room, the dancing flames casting flickering light into the hall. Even from the doorway I could tell they were heating up his bedroom.

River was on his back on top of the massage table with his eyes tightly closed. He was fully naked with no towel covering any part of him. Kacie was facing away from the door. She had removed her t-shirt and sweats and was standing next to the massage table in only a pair of black lace thong panties. Her ass was nicer than I had originally given it credit for; it was rather toned with smooth flawless skin. Kacie's eyes were focused on River's groin, where her hand was slowly massaging his erect cock.

I'd never seen my roommate fully naked, much less in the middle of a sexual act. It didn't surprise me too much that River's legitimate sports massage had turned sexual; I had suspected there was an attraction between him and Kacie and the massage seemed like a convenient ice breaker. Still, it was shocking to witness my roommate receiving a hand job a mere dozen feet away.

Once more I considered giving them some privacy, yet I couldn't tear my eyes away from the pornographic act occurring in front of me. Kacie moved her hand with the practice of a woman who uses her hands for a living, and it was having the intended effect on River. She watched his reaction closely, and slowed down when he appeared too close to the edge of climax.

My own cock had swollen to erection inside my jeans. I fought the urge to whip it out and start beating off in the hallway. I was more afraid of getting caught than practicing any sort of decency.

Kacie swung her leg up over the table and easily mounted River's hips, her panty-clad pussy pressing against his cock. Her grace and lack of hesitation suggested to me she'd done this at least once before; she obviously wasn't concerned about the massage table being able to support their combined weight. Kacie's breasts were a pleasant sight, slightly pendulous and topped by small pink nipples.

Kacie offered said nipple to River's mouth, and he sucked upon it hungrily. It was River's turn to massage Kacie's buttocks as his mouth alternated between her tits. I had lost any sense of shame at my voyeurism, hypnotized by the scene in front of me. I was very temped to initiate my own stimulation. I did brush my palm across my jeans, stimulating myself but stopping short of actually unzipping in the hallway.

River and Kacie kissed, and she ground her hips frantically against him, as if to try to force his cock into her through her panties. The table started creaking from her enthusiasm, and she whispered something into River's ear. He nodded, and she gingerly dismounted from the table, with River following suit. He reached out and grabbed her thong, yanking it down from her legs. She giggled and stepped out of them. She kicked the bit of lace aside, now fully nude. I caught a glimpse of pubic hair, only enough to know her bush was somewhere between completely natural and fully bare.

River and Kacie stepped out of view, presumably to River's bed which was less exposed to the hallway than the massage table. I threw caution to the wind and silently crept forward, peeking my head just into River's room.

Kacie started moaning loudly, and I saw that she was on her back, with River on top of her, thrusting between her legs. Unfortunately my angle gave me a good view of River's ass and little more. I have nothing against men's asses, but don't find them very arousing and would have definitely preferred a view of the lovely Kacie. A hastily ripped open condom wrapper sat on the floor next to the bed.

Still, she was making some very sexy moans as my roommate penetrated her. I inched back into the hallway and freed my erection from my pants. Listening to her cries of pleasure, I began stroking myself, pumping my shaft with pent up arousal.

The creaking noises from the bed paused, and I heard a rustling of River's sheets. I peered back into the room and saw they had switched positions, with Kacie now on top and riding River's cock. The view of her backside was much more appealing than my roommate's and I continued stroking myself. Kacie's body sat perfectly to block River's view of me, although I had to imagine his attention was focused on his new lover.

My angle of their sex act was far more obscured than the average porn film, yet thrilling because it was so real and happening so close to me. The smell of their sex was even beginning to penetrate that of the incense.

I sucked in my breath a bit too loudly, and realized my mistake. Cursing myself, I ducked back into the hallway, my heart racing. I was certainly caught, and there was no escape. I tried to think of some excuse, any reason for me to be in the hallway with my pants around my ankles, my cock sticking out from my hips fully enlarged and ready.

The sounds of their fucking had stopped the instant I made my noise, and I heard them whisper something I couldn't make out. I waited for my roommate to come into the hallway, to catch me. He never did. Instead they quickly resumed their act of intercourse. I considered quietly retreating to my room. But I was too curious, too hungry to witness the climax of their endeavor. I snuck my head just past his doorframe once more.

"Like that... more," Kacie cooed. Kacie was still on top of my roommate, riding him. Each time she lifted her hips I caught a glimpse of River's cock buried inside her, penetrating her pussy. Watching them fuck might have been odd were I able to see River's face, but I suppressed thoughts about him as being connected to the cock penetrating Kacie. To me it was just an anonymous man and woman, fucking away right before my eyes.

River's gasps and moans became louder. "Yes, oh yeah!" he spoke. With a deep guttural moan he lifted his hips and thrust deeply within Kacie. I surmised he was coming within her and she cooed appreciatively, continuing to slide her pussy up and down his dick.

When he recovered, he lifted her off his cock and flipped her over onto her back. I ducked back into the hallway, hoping I hadn't been spotted in the moments River had an unobscured view of my position. I didn't hear any disturbance, and when I dared to peek back in River had Kacie on her back, his head between her thighs. Kacie's eyes were tightly closed. With such a perfect view of her face and tits I began pumping my shaft furiously, listening to Kacie's encouragement.

"Yes... that's so good. More, don't stop. Right there. Right there!" she cried out.

The situation was getting to me; the vision of sex, my hand on my cock, and her feminine cries of pleasure. I realized I was close to exploding all over the hallway carpet. With one last look at Kacie's tits I darted back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me as silently as I could. I grabbed a fistful of tissues and pumped my shaft furiously, my eyes closed remembering what I had just witnessed. Within mere seconds streams of white semen were jutting from my cock into the crumpled ball of tissues in my hand. While the wall between us muffled the majority of the sound, I could just make the unmistakable cry of Kacie's orgasm a split second after mine began, which only served to heighten my pleasure.

Slightly short of breath, I looked down at my red swollen cock and the results of my climax. I flushed the tissues down the toilet and redressed, wondering how to explain my flushed cheeks if I bumped into one of them in the hall. I opened the door and saw that it was clear. I went back into my room as quickly as I could without actually running and shut the door behind me.

I tried to refocus on my work, and later heard River and Kacie talking in the hallway.

"Thanks, I feel a lot better," I heard River say to her, only slightly muffled by my door.

"You're very welcome. I found giving you a massage relaxed me as well," Kacie replied.

"I'll have to call you the next time I'm feeling tense."

"You do that," she responded. Their words became indistinct as they walked away from my bedroom door.

I ventured out a little later, feeling calmer and more composed. River was lying on the couch watching television.

"How was your massage?" I asked, trying to sound only moderately interested.

"Good. She definitely knows what she's doing." River didn't offer any other details.

"Cool," I said in typical male fashion, sitting down in another chair. I wondered if River suspected I'd heard anything. Kacie had made a lot of noise while fucking, and they'd left the door open. What little guilt I had from playing the peeping tom dissipated. In my mind, people who fuck loudly with their door open don't get to complain about violated privacy.

Still, I have to question if River wanted to be heard and possibly seen. He may have even suspected or hoped I was watching. When Kacie comes by to give him another massage, I wonder if the door will be closed, or remain open.





My Roommate's Naughty Girlfriend



It was the summer of 2002 and I had just turned 21 years old. I lived in a house near my college campus with two other friends. I had a steady job as a server at a fancy restaurant most nights, which brought in great cash, so my days were wide open for lounging around in the sun while my roommates were hard at work. 

This particular day didn't start out any different from any other day of the summer. My friends and I had gotten pretty drunk the night before and I may have still been feeling the effects the next day. It was terribly hot outside. Too hot for a hung-over bum like me to go into the summer heat, so I cranked up the AC and decided to lounge on the living room couch. It was about one o'clock in the afternoon and I was enjoying some awful daytime TV. There was only so much of this garbage I could take, so I flipped the TV off and directed my attention to our coffee table. Or rather, the porno magazines that were on our coffee table. I began flipping through the one magazine casually. 

There had been no intention to jerk-off at that point, but the pictures got to me. I had been wearing my favorite pair of basketball shorts and a basketball jersey with the intention of playing ball again that day, just like I did nearly everyday of the summer. With all the running around in the sun all day, I had scored myself a pretty athletic body with a solid tan. 

I looked at a spread showcasing two lovely blondes sucking on each other's tits and started working my cock from the outside of my shorts... Before long my unit was a full attention and ready to go, but just before I could pull my shorts down the back door opened! There wasn't much reason to panic, it was probably just one of my roommates coming home and everyone glanced at the porno mags from time to time. My only concern was getting caught masturbating on the couch! To my surprise it was not one of my roommates that had entered, but my roommate's girlfriend. Her name was Kara and she looked half Asian... but it was a more Southeastern Asia look, perhaps Filipino. Either way, she was blessed with permanently light caramel skin, beautiful long dark hair, and a petite frame. Good for her. 

"Hey Steve" said Kara with a half smile. I didn't bother to get up from my position on the couch, but did manage to give her a friendly hello and a smile. 

"What brings you here?" I asked. 

She plopped down on the other couch in the room and placed her shoulder bag next to her. I couldn't help but try and peek up the mini jean skirt she was wearing that day. Lucky me, there was a brief shot of panties. Light blue, not a bad color choice. 

"Just waiting for David to get done with work. He should be here in 30 minutes or so. We are going to a movie this afternoon." she responded. 

She continued to tell me what movie they planned to see and what it was about, but I had stopped listening. Instead I admired her outfit. She was a sexy girl, but today she looked exceptionally hot. A short jean skirt, tight blue tank top, flip-flops, and her hair in a ponytail. She was petite, but had a pretty decent chest for her size, which was protruding from her extra tight shirt. 

"Whatcha looking at?" She asked as she moved from one couch to the one I was sprawled across. This wasn't very surprising. Kara was a flirtatious and "touchy" character. She always seemed to enjoy being close to people. 

"Oh you're gross!" She reacted to the porno magazine that was still open in front of me. "Why do you even like this?" 

"Those chicks are hot." 

"I guess..." She had leaned back against my legs on the couch and started to flip through the magazine. I told her that I wasn't done browsing and she would have to share. So she fell onto her side in front of me and we began to page through. Eventually she got more comfortable and kicked her sandals to the floor. Kara raised her feet onto the couch, which put us in an almost spooning position. 

As we looked at the magazine there were a lot of funny remarks and laughing going on. She commented on girls taking loads of cum to the face. She wanted to know why it turned guys on so much, but I couldn't seem to give her a satisfying answer. We continued to kid around. But, as she flipped through the room got much quieter. 

She seemed to begin to look at the photos longer on each page and there wasn't much being said anymore. We had worked our way into complete spooning position on the couch and Kara's perfect little ass was snugly pushing into my crotch. It wasn't very long until I started feeling the stirrings of an erection. Slowly I placed my hand onto her hip and she didn't object at all. In fact, at one point, I thought I felt her move her body so that her ass was pressed harder into me. 

My erection grew and at this point I knew she could feel it. As she continued to turn the pages of the magazine I began to move my hand slowly down from her hip to the outside of her thigh where her mini skirt stopped and bare skin began. Her breathing was heavier and I knew that she was getting aroused like I was. Slowly I worked my hand under her skirt and began to slide it up her smooth thigh. I rubbed her thigh and ass as we pretended to still care about the magazine in front of us. 

At this point my lips were on her neck as my one hand still caressed her perfect ass... She reached a hand back and didn't waste anytime reaching down the front of my shorts to grab my hard prick. She worked it up and down slowly like a pro. I moved my hand to the front of her skirt and she spread her thighs just enough for me to rub her already dripping wet pussy through her panties. Kara tilted her head back and we french kissed while she stroked my cock and I rubbed her pussy. 

Soon I had her whole skirt hiked up and slowly pulled her panties down. First with my hands and then with my feet the rest of the way, so as to not break the kissing. She had managed to pull my dick from my shorts and began to guide it into her hot pussy. It found it's mark on the first try. Slowly I inserted it into what felt like the most perfect pussy I have ever entered... it was hot, wet, and tight. 

I was entering her when she broke from the kissing for a minute to let out a gasp, as I continued to slowly work my very erect cock in and out of her body. While doing this my hand worked over her hips and her nice little tits. I pulled up her shirt and played with her nipple as the thrusting grew in speed slightly. We fucked slowly in the spooning position for a while, but we were both too fucking horny for anymore of that. 

I pulled her up onto all fours and removed her miniskirt and tank top. Then I dropped my shorts and removed my shirt and lined up behind her. She swayed her tight little ass slowly waiting for me to enter, but I could almost smell her sweet pussy so I had to get a taste! I leaned down and buried my face into her wet pussy from behind, my nose nestled deep in her crack. I flicked my tongue up and down quickly on her pussy lips. It tasted so sweet and I didn't want to miss a drop. 

I placed both hands on her ass and spread her cheeks so I could get deeper into her pussy. She moaned in pleasure and started to let out little yelps and short blurbs like "oh shit" and "god yes" which encouraged my to work a little harder. 

After a couple minutes of enjoying Kara's tasty pussy juices I lined up behind her and slowly entered my throbbing dick into her well prepared pussy. Placing both hands on her hips I didn't waste time with slow fucking now. We started going at it at a furious pace. Sweat was dripping from us and I began to give her ass slaps as I fucked her pussy as hard and deep as I could. The slight moaning had now turned into shouting. 

She turned her had back and looked me straight in the eyes as she said, "Fuck me!" 

"You like that?" I returned. 

"Oh fuck, yes!" 

"Are you a bad girl?" 

"Yes! I am! Oh shit!" 

"You're a little slut aren't you? For letting me fuck you..." 

"Yeah, fuck me. I want it! Oh god, fuck yes!" 

The louder she got the harder I spanked her and the harder I fucked. She would continue to turn her head around and look at me as she talked dirty. I didn't hold anything back and she seemed to love it as she reached her own hand down and played with herself as I pounded her still dripping wet pussy! It felt as though she had already orgasmed a couple times and I could feel her juices running down my balls onto my legs... 

"You dirty little bitch, you wanna get fucked?" 

"Fuck me baby" she said as she looked back at me again with a dirty look. "Fuck that naughty pussy!" 

I was at the edge and about to explode. We had been fucking very hard for almost 20 minutes! She could sense my body getting ready to explode and before I could let my cum go all over her back she quickly pulled away and turned around. She started stroking my cock and lowered herself in front of me. 

She put my dick into her mouth and then pumped away with her hand she looked up at me. "Just like the magazine." She said quietly, yet seductively. She then pumped at my cock harder and harder. "Come on! Gimme that cum, baby. I want to taste you like you tasted me! Give it to..." 

Before she could finish her last line I had began to burst gobs of hot cum all over her face and chest. It had caught her off guard and she placed my dick in her mouth to catch the rest of my huge load. I almost collapsed! It was the longest and hardest I had ever cum and Kara took her time sucking every last drop of cum off my dick and balls. She even squeezed the remained out of my shaft and looked my in the eyes with every swallow... 

We both fell onto the couch panting and naked. She smiled at me and started putting her clothes on. 

"He could be here soon" she said. I dressed myself too and decided it was a good idea to get out of the house before David came home. Before I walked out the door Kara gave me a long hard kiss and said that is was great, but it was our secret.



My Roommate's Panties



When I was 20 I stole a pair of my roommate's panties.

We were both attending a non-residential college. She was a country girl, away from home for the first time, I was a naive kid from the suburbs trying to survive on a modest scholarship and make a break from my mother's firm hand. We met through an ad on a bulletin board: "Girls wanted to share house". We both arrived at the run down cottage at the same time and found ourselves ogled and interrogated by one of the grubbiest, hairiest, most revolting guys either of us had ever laid eyes on. So we said No Thanks, went off and found a two bedroom flat together.

Joanne was tall and pretty (in a natural, unaffected way) with a lovely white smile. She also had a superb, full-breasted figure. Looking back I guess she was wholesome and healthy, the way country girls are supposed to be. At the beginning we got on very well. I cooked, she cleaned, we laughed a lot, even went out together on occasions. I liked her. I could tell she liked me.

Then she acquired a boyfriend called Steve and forgot I existed. He just ignored me, giving me the faintest of smiles whenever we happened to bump into each other in the hallway or kitchen. For my part I tried to ignore both of them. But it wasn't easy. Their relationship quickly developed into a hot, passionate affair which meant they stayed in a lot instead of going to lectures and made love behind their closed door. I could always hear the sounds of it, but I tried hard to pretend it wasn't happening. Once I bumped into Steve coming out of the bathroom naked, his penis still semi-erect. Another time I saw him in the bath.

One night I ran into Joanne - literally - in the hall, en route from bedroom to bathroom. She wore nothing but pale blue briefs. I knew she was well built but until that moment I had never seen the full glory of her breasts. She grabbed me to stop me cannoning into her and for a moment I was pressed against those glorious orbs. I could smell sex on her warm, smooth skin.

From that night on I found myself stealing glances at her breasts and cleavage whenever I thought she wasn't looking. I began noticing other things about her - the graceful curve of her neck, the way her dark hair fell when was reading, her darker eyebrows, her long athlete's legs, the perfect shape of her bottom when she wore jeans ... even the swell of her pubic mound when she put on a swimsuit.

One summer's afternoon I came home from college and didn't realise they were home; I walked through their partially open door looking for something - and froze. They were asleep, naked, Joanne's perfect back to me. I can still conjure up the picture all these years later ... the smooth contours of her spine, the tan lines on her buttocks.

Later that afternoon, when I was shut in my room trying to read, they went out somewhere. For reasons I can't explain, when I was sure they'd gone I went back into their room and looked closely at the mattress where they'd been lying. I remember I thought it might be warm but it wasn't. However I discovered a lingering smell ... body odour, semen, Joanne's girl smell? It wrinkled my nose but at the same time excited me.

I was sexually inexperienced back then. My encounters with boys hadn't exactly been the stuff of novels. Nevertheless I began imagining my roommate and her boyfriend making love. I'd switch off my light, lie in the darkness and try to picture them doing it. But gradually I realised he wasn't figuring very strongly in my imaginings while I could readily conjure up vivid images of Joanne, naked, breathless and beautiful.

That's when I started masturbating seriously. I'd massage myself until I was sweaty and too sore to continue then lie awake, frustrated, aching for release, and wondering what was wrong with me. The following morning I would always swear to myself never to do it again. But a day or two later my libido would rear up and once more I'd be lying there in the dark working my fingers inside myself, visualising Joanne, legs spread, exposed to me.

Then came the weekend they went away. I had the flat to myself for 48 hours, which meant I could spend the day in my dressing gown and do whatever I wanted. I knew it was a wicked thing to do but I took the chance to snoop in their room at my leisure. I tried on some of Joanne's clothes. I looked in her bedside drawer and touched her private things. It felt deliciously naughty to do it. Lastly I looked at the contents of the dirty washing basket. I'm not sure if I knew what I wanted to find, but when I came across a pair of pale lime panties I remember my heart thumping painfully.

The gusset was discoloured with a dusting of talcum powder and some kind of discharge. I fancy it was slightly moist to the touch. I don't know why but I sniffed them. That was the first time I ever inhaled the scent of another girl's pussy. It aroused me instantly, so I lay on their bed, drew up my knees, slid my hand inside my pyjamas and felt myself. I was slick and warm and my fingers made a nice slurping noise. I pressed the panties to my face and masturbated, swimming in the perfume of Joanne's pussy. It was like my own smell but somehow different. How I wanted to smell the real thing! The illicit excitement of it all gave me the boost I needed and I had my first ever orgasm.

Later, feeling ashamed, I put her panties back in the dirty clothes where I'd found them. But the following day I had a change of heart and stole them back. I kept them for months, hidden away in my room, taking them out occasionally when I was particularly aroused and sniffing them deeply while I worked a candle (my only sex toy) in and out of myself, fantasising about my "girl lover". Strangely the perfume of Joanne's pussy never really faded from the fabric; and it never failed to make me wet. I don't think she ever guessed what had happened to her lime briefs.

Stupidly, when we moved out of the flat I had an attack of conscience and disposed of them.

***

All this time later I can still recall that scent. I like my own smell and often sniff my fingers after masturbating and my own panties when I take them off, warm and moist. But my memory tells me Joanne's pussy smell was intoxicating, arousing, just perfect. I haven't seen her since, sadly.

I didn't turn out to be gay of course. I put it down as a harmless crush; a phase. In time I stopped thinking of Joanne altogether, married, had children, eventually divorced, just like a normal woman.

These days I can afford to pamper myself with sexy, expensive lingerie. I have a boyfriend. I also have proper, battery-powered toys to use when he's absent and my fingers aren't enough. Yet sometimes I think back on those innocent college days and allow myself to daydream about the voluptuous Joanne and her fragrant panties. And when I do I become terribly aroused. And in that heightened mood I sometimes prefer the feel of a plain old candle inside me to a fancy battery toy. I look at myself in my hand mirror and see the way the candle pokes obscenely between my lips. I guess it reminds me of when I was young and all things were possible.

On occasions I even leave my little candle inside my pussy all night because I love to wake up every hour or two, feel it there and move it in and out for a while before falling asleep again. When I'm in a particularly aroused mood I might lay a pair of my worn panties on the pillow beside me so that I can smell that scent and further arouse myself. On such nights my fantasies are exclusively about females. I imagine using my tongue on a beautiful, anonymous, dark-haired woman's open, swollen, yearning cunt. I've never tasted another woman but sometimes my need is so great I smear my own juices on my face and pretend I have. Poor me.

***

One night, not so long ago, I was in just such a mood. I'd seen a young woman at the supermarket who appealed to me. Momentarily we made eye contact before I looked away, afraid she'd realise what I was thinking. By the time I got home I was well and truly aroused. So after dinner I looked at a video of teenage girls masturbating; I scouted for photos of dark-haired girls in lingerie on the internet (and downloaded a few); I re-read a favourite chapter of an erotic novel. When I finally switched out my light I was absolutely ready for my candle. But during the night something dreadful happened; it broke in half inside me and left the stump behind! I probed inside with the fingers of my right hand and then my left and I was able to touch the nub of the thing but there was no way I could get a grip on it. It kept sliding out of reach. I panicked. I knew that if it stayed in there I'd probably develop some terrible infection. I tried using a spoon to dig it out - bad idea. I tried to douche myself - no good. I even tried to pray. At last I fell asleep, vowing to make another, more level-headed, attempt in the morning. But even after an early morning bath I couldn't retrieve the troublesome hunk of wax. I knew I'd have to seek medical help.

My regular doctor is a man and I wasn't about to have him delving around inside me. How could I explain losing a candle in there? I decided I had to see the only woman doctor at the medical centre. This I achieved by confidentially telling the receptionist I had "female problems".

I had seen Rani around the medical centre but had never had anything to do with her. I'd certainly never given her any thought. She's Indian born, probably 30, I think unmarried and would be very attractive if she smiled more often. Naturally I was tense and very nervous when I was shown into her room, but I'd made up my mind to be honest with her. So I took a deep breath ... "Doctor, I was masturbating with a candle and it broke in half. I can't reach it to get it out." She blinked but that was the only indication of her thoughts." "Well I suppose we'd better take a look."

I was so glad she hadn't gasped Oh My God. I was also glad she hadn't pretended it was a No Big Deal, everyday event. She directed me to remove my underwear and climb on the examination bench. I was wearing a long skirt buttoned at the side so I was able to sit on the bench with my legs extended but covered. She pulled on surgical gloves, picked up an instrument that enabled her to examine me internally and joined me. "Can you lift your knees and open them, please." This was no ordinary gynaecological examination and I felt nervous complying. Anyway I'd never had a female gynaecologist, I realised. Not counting when I was in hospital in labour, this was probably the first time another woman had seen my genitals.

I made myself as comfortable as I could, pulled up my skirt, bent and opened my knees and let her look. Rani leant forward between my legs - close enough to kiss me if she wanted. Thank God I'd showered carefully and powdered before I came. She gently inserted her instrument in me. The metal was cold to the touch but it didn't feel too unpleasant. "Uhuh," she murmured, 

"there's the little devil. Shouldn't be too hard to remove ..." I looked at her properly for the first time. The way her black hair fell forward reminded me of someone .... Joanne? But Rani's complexion was much darker and her eyes were a beautiful liquid black/brown. I liked the way her black eyebrows were shaped. For years I admit I have unconsciously, automatically, looked at women's eyebrows because to me they indicate what her pubic hair must be like. Now I found myself imagining Rani's generous bush of black curls. Would she trim it? I imagined how glistening pink her pussy would be.

Meanwhile she slid two fingers into me. Gentle but firm. I squirmed slightly. I couldn't see her hand but I imagined how it looked. Does she like fingering me, I wondered? Or is it just another unpleasant job in the life of a general practitioner?

"Yep. Got him." Slowly she eased the small lump of wax out of me, held securely between her two fingers. My relief was so great I nearly laughed. 

"You don't want it as a souvenir?" I didn't. As I got dressed again Rani talked about a course of antibiotics in case I'd picked up an infection.

And then for some reason I felt obliged to acknowledge how silly I'd been, even though she hadn't said one critical word. "I feel so stupid. I guess there's only one thing nature intended to go in there, huh?" She smiled for the first time, and it lit up her face which suddenly looked lovely to me. 

"Yes. Trouble is, a lot of other things seem to fit perfectly, don't they." She walked me to the door, then whispered confidentially: "And some of them feel pretty damn good."

She shook my hand, firm but gentle, and for a second looked me in the eye. Was she telling me that she too liked to masturbate with unusual objects?

***

Driving home my imagination was crowded with a jumble of images of Rani lying naked in her bed, pumping hairbrush handles, carrots and bottle necks among other things in and out of her wet pink pussy. If she was sending me a message, why? To make me feel less foolish? Or was she making a pass? Pulled up at traffic lights I opened my legs, ran my hand beneath my skirt and massaged myself through my panties. The crotch was wet. I slid two fingers under the elastic and into my cunt, just like she had done. It felt as though it was filled with hot liquid. I sat there fingering myself, daydreaming about Rani's beautiful, brown-skinned, dark-nippled body. Perhaps after all this time I had found my girl lover.

*****



My Roommate's Pussy



I had been in bed for over an hour, tossing and turning. My body was hot, and even though the windows were open, I couldn't seem to cool down. There was an insistent ache between my legs that I couldn't ignore.

Earlier this evening, my roommate Daphne, came barging into our dorm room, smiling widely. She had a date with a water polo player and wanted my help getting ready. Batting her lashes at me, she tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and pouted prettily.

"C'mon, Mischa, help me! Brett's hot, and I want to drive him nuts." I shook my head, teasing her a little.

"Daphne, I'm sure whatever you wear will be fine."

"Miiiiisch," she wailed, grabbing my hand and clasping it on her chest. Daphne was fairly naïve, so I didn't think she meant anything by having my hand on her breast, but I felt myself grow warm anyway. "I need your help, especially, um, down there." She blushed as she whispered the last part.

I blinked, trying not to think of my face between her legs, my tongue and mouth moving along her lower lips. Daphne was gorgeous, and I had secretly wanted to play with her since we met. Surely she didn't mean that, right?

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I've never really shaved or trimmed my hair down there before, and I think it'll feel sexy. That's how I want to feel tonight." Daphne wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "I want to surprise Brett in case things go that route. Will you do me a big favor and help me shave?"

God, Daphne was trying to kill me. She really wanted me to drown in lust. How could I shave her and do nothing? I sighed softly. We had been roommates for the last two years, and had become good friends. The rules of being a good girl friend meant one never left the other hanging, so I nodded and we got started.

We chose a slinky silver-black dress that dipped low in the front and hit Daphne on her upper thigh. I dug a pair of silver strappy heels and matching clutch purse out from my side of the closet and set them on her bed. I did her makeup and hair first, trying to build up my confidence, but it was a losing battle. Visions of my roommate half-naked danced in my head. Daphne was around my height, 5'7'' or so, and built like a lighter, sunnier version of me; slim hips, tiny waist, bigger boobs, and a great ass; I itched to touch her. 

Having set up shop in our private bathroom (we were lucky that we didn't share a bathroom with anyone, not even suitemates), I took a deep breath and asked if she was ready.

"Yep. Where do you want me?" I groaned inwardly. Where didn't I want her?? 

"Go ahead and hop up on the sink." I had previously filled the basin with warm water, so I watched as she wiggled out of her shorts and panties and plop herself up on the ledge. Grabbing a pair of scissors, I gently spread open her legs and gazed down at her pussy.

She wasn't very hairy at all, and I could see her lips peeking through a little. More for myself than her, I ran my hand over her entire mound, then carefully began to trim her hair. When only a little stubble remained, I took her shaving lotion and smoothed it all over. I was having a hard time paying attention to what I was doing. Each touch sent shock waves through my body, down to my clit. I couldn't believe the position I was in; my beautiful roommate was on the bathroom counter, legs spread wide for me and I couldn't do anything about it.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, silently reprimanding myself. With one hand holding her skin tight, I gently proceeded to shave the bikini area clean before moving the razor over her lips.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked, my voice raspy. Neither one of had been talking while I was shaving her, and Daphne had been resting back on her hands, her head against the mirror. I looked up at her for the first time, I prayed she didn't recognize the lust in my voice for what it was. Clearing her throat, she shook her head.

"No," she said, watching me wash the razor in the basin then move down a little to the bottom of her slit, in between her ass. I wet a towel and cleaned her off. "Is that all?"

"Yep," I said laughing, breaking the tension. "I'm a pro at this. I like feeling smooth all the time, so I do this constantly." 

I wanted to tell her that I thought she was beautiful, but unsure how she would react, I kept my thoughts to myself. I watched as she hopped down, finished dressing, gave me a kiss, and headed out. Now, hours later, I couldn't think of anything else but the pretty sight of her pussy. Soft pink lips that gaped just a little. Tiny pearl-like clit. Incredibly smooth skin. I thought I had noticed moisture her folds but now that I had plenty of time to think about it, I realized I was probably just imagining things. 

I couldn't help but guess that Brett liked the sensation of her smooth pussy. I wondered if he enjoyed running his hand over it, how her skin felt against his tongue as he ate her. If he had run the length of his cock over her slit. 

I sat up and looked over at the other bed. Daphne had come in drunk a while ago, undressed, and flopped onto her bed completely naked. I could hear her snoring lightly; maybe I wouldn't wake her if I used my vibrator, because I had to do something to relieve this tension. 

Silently, I slid out of bed and padded over to my dresser. Digging into my panty drawer, I found my slim vibrator. Switching it on low, I pressed it against my crotch, rubbing my clit through my panties, but almost dropped it as Daphne mumbled something and turned over. I stepped back towards my bed but hesitated. Daphne's shifting opened her legs and I had a clear view of her pussy. I couldn't help myself; I moved closer.

There, in front of me, was what I had been thinking about all night. I leaned in close, smelling her scent. In the dark, I couldn't see how pink her pussy was, couldn't tell just by sight if she and Brett had had sex. I grabbed hold of the curtain and threw it back. There. Just enough light from outside came in to illuminate her body.

Daphne had rolled on her back, totally spread eagled. She was snoring heavier now, so I knew she must have had more than a few drinks. A naughty thought came into my head, of me tasting her as she slept. My own pussy got very hot at the idea, but I wasn't sure if I could do it. Daphne was more than a roommate; she was a friend. But I was so horny, she smelled fantastic, and it sounded like she'd sleep through the whole thing. 

My mind made up, I slid my tank top and panties off, and pushed my vibrator deep into my pussy. I wanted to be as naked as she, to feel as if this was something we both wanted. I slowly climbed up on her bed, making sure not to disturb her, then lay between her legs. 

I ran my hands along her inner thighs, pushing her legs open further, stopping every so often to look up her body. Her breasts were perfect globes, her nipples hard by the cool night air drifting in from the windows. I wanted to taste them, but thought better of it. Too much shifting and moving might wake Daphne, and I didn't want that to happen. Not before I tasted her.

Softly, I pressed my lips against her clit. Teasing myself, I kissed every inch of her pussy first, going up to the top of her mound, then moving to her clit, down one side of her slit, over her lips, back up the other side. With just the tip of my tongue, I retraced my path, circling her clit at the end. Pushing it, pushing at it, nibbling it. 

I lifted my head again, but Daphne hadn't moved. Feeling more confident with each passing minute, I finally parted her lips, my thumbs holding them open for me, and slid my tongue into her depths. God, she tasted so good, and I knew then that Brett had not been in between her legs or had parted her puffy lips. I couldn't taste any cum, and I was delighted that I was the first to enjoy what I had done earlier tonight. I had begun to think of Daphne's bare pussy as mine. 

Sliding my tongue in and out, a finger moving up to play with her clit, I felt her grow wet. My pussy, already heated from my position, began to drip. I could feel my juices on my inner thighs, so I reached down to finger myself. It was an amazing feeling; I had never gotten this wet without more attention before, but I was getting off by just tasting my roommates pussy. Even asleep, she was aroused, and I made her that way. I gave her that, and it was so exhilarating to me. 

I pressed my face against to her, so that I was as close to her sweet slit as possible. I switched, moving my mouth up to her clit, sucking lightly, changing my rhythm every so often. Two fingers slipped into her, and I moved them in and out as quickly as I could. Daphne was moaning softly now, her hips writhing under me. I was afraid she would wake, but I couldn't stop, my fingers fucking my own pussy at the same pace, brushing against the slim vibrator with each movement. I needed for her to cum against my face, I needed that before I could let her sleep in peace. 

I settled on a rapid pattern. I was so close, so close, but I wanted to taste her cum first. I didn't have to wait long to feel her inner muscles clamping on my fingers, trying to coax them deeper. I held my tongue against her clit as her hips bucked, held it there till I felt the tension ebb, then her body relax completely. Cautiously, I checked her face; still asleep. Good.

My mouth returned to her opening, sucking her juices, licking her clean. There was a wet spot on her bed, and I ran my tongue as low as possible to catch as much moisture as I could. I even managed to wiggle in between her ass cheeks, tasting her muskier flavor there, before pulling back and sliding off her bed. My pussy had also left a noticeable wet spot, but there's nothing I could do about it now. 

I still hadn't cum yet, and, figuring I had come this far, moved so her foot was in reach. Lifting it, I rubbed the sole against my clit and came shortly, the sensation of the vibrator and the sight of her spread body too much to hold back any longer. I bent to lick my juices off her foot before checking her again. Head still in the same position, eyes closed, breathing deeply. I adjusted her legs to a more normal sleeping position, and pulled part of her comforter up to cover her. 

Turning back to my dresser, I slid the vibrator out, cleaned it, turned it off, and replaced it in my drawer. I smiled as I climbed back in my bed, the ache in between my legs as well as my curiosity satisfied. As I drifted off to sleep, I was already plotting how I could taste my roommate's pussy again.