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The Roommates Ch. 02

By: TheTitLover



There's a bit more action this time around. There's at least one more chapter in this and that may be it. I hope I've pleased the readers who liked the slowly developing story, but I do worry that this may not have had the slow burn they were hoping for.

* * *

When Brad woke on Saturday morning it was the first morning he wasn't disoriented, obviously he was settling into the routine of sleeping on Sara and Daphne's couch. Today was another day off work. He thought back over the week's events, from learning Sara had a cock by spying on her shagging some chick doggy style by peeking through the gap under her door, to the blissful yet confusing session he had last night by taking Daphne up her back passage.

Thinking of Daphne he looked over to her door, and seeing it left slightly open, he assumed that she had already left for the day, probably off to the gym quite early. He really wanted to talk to her, to try and gauge how she felt about last night. After he'd cum, she'd pretty much dismissed him from her room, and then she'd proceeded to masturbate pretty loudly. He'd never even been given the opportunity to go down on her and he felt a little slighted at not getting the opportunity to even the scales.

Brad decided to spend the day cleaning up around the apartment. He wanted to repay the girls any way he could, and a bit of extra cleaning would surely be appreciated.

* * *

Saturday afternoon found Brad down at his local pub catching up with a couple of mates.

His day of cleaning had been pretty productive. He'd never seen so many feminine items around the place before, as he'd never lived with women. Mostly he ignored them, but it was an eye-opener to read some of the labels of various products. Who knew your face needed its own special cleanser?

His 'mates' had apologised of course for not being able to offer him a place to crash, but he could tell only a couple were truly sincere.

After a few rounds he found himself alone with Jeff, who he'd never really clicked with, though they were mates to a degree. He'd always found Jeff a little weird, like, slightly perverted and always turning the conversation dirty.

Sure enough, Jeff was soon talking about the latest chick whose panties he'd gotten into. Brad's attention skyrocketed when he heard Jeff say, "-- I thought maybe she had a cock for a moment there, but no, she just had a really huge mound and a thick thatch of hair, know what I mean?"

Up until now Brad had been giving monotonous answers, almost willing Jeff to leave, but now he was riveted, "Thank god right? I mean, what if she'd had a cock? Barf city right?"

"No way man. I mean, this chick was smoking, and I mean smoking hot. If she'd turned out to be a gender bender, I'd have turned her around and gone in the service entrance. After all, I've been there before," he actually looked smug.

"You mean anal sex, yeah of course, but with... with a guy... or a chick who was or kind of is a guy?"

He was still smug, proud even, "You've obviously never been to Thailand. You'd be surprised how hot, and how feminine some shemales, sorry, transgenders, can be Brad. I've had more than a couple of experiences with them, and I've got to say, they're some of my hottest memories."

"Really?"

"A hundred percent truth man."

"Because..." Brad wondered if he should be sharing this with anyone, but Jeff certainly didn't seem like he'd judge. Jeff waited patiently; he could see that Brad was struggling with something. "You know the two chicks, the neighbours I said were helping me out, letting me crash?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I kind of caught one of them... well, spied really. I looked under her door one night while she was moaning and groaning, and I swear, she had someone bent over on her bed, and she was doing them doggy style."

Jeff didn't look impressed, "Nah, from the sounds of them they're a couple of rug-munchers, she was probably just using a strap-on."

Until then, Brad hadn't considered the possibility that the other party had been Daphne, who he had since taken up the arse himself. Was she the chick that Sara had been doing? Was Daphne also the owner of a penis? She'd wanted it up the arse last night, was that because it was the only hole available? Jeff was taking a swig of his beer when Brad interrupted him, "Well there were no straps, and besides, her balls looked pretty real to me."

Jeff coughed and spat his beer back into his glass. Obviously he wasn't completely unflappable. Finally, he managed to cough out, "No shit?"

"I'm not kidding."

"Wow." Jeff took a moment to digest it, and then tried to ask the question forming slowly in his head, "So how... do you... did you bar up? Are you going to hit it?"

This was a pretty intimate question from not a close mate. Brad would be much too scared to ask anyone else though, fearing they would judge him. Jeff, though, was unlikely to judge him. "Are you gonna keep this to yourself?"

"For sure, I know who I am and I'm happy, but I'd never go spreading around the secrets of others. Have you ever heard me mention a single name of any of my conquests?"

Brad thought about it and realised he had a point. Jeff bragged, a lot, but he never actually named names or singled anyone out. They could sit in a room full of women Jeff shagged and Brad would never be able to tell. The same could not be said for all of his mates. "True."

Brad had been thinking about Sara's cock constantly, wondering what it looked like, how well she used it, how big it was, how thick, how it looked in conjunction with her titties and booty, how it would look fighting to escape from tiny little feminine panties. He'd never had any interest in cocks other than his own before, and never had any interest in men. He'd been in footy locker rooms and never even been tempted to look. As for Daphne, he'd not even begun to wonder what she might be packing, or the thought that the two chicks might both be transgender and sharing a bed. Brad embarrassedly realised his cock was getting hard. It wasn't tenting his pants, but the blood was definitely heading there and thickening his rod.

Jeff was patiently waiting again, cautiously drinking his beer.

"It did," Brad knew it wasn't enough, "it did get me hard, and I keep getting hard just thinking about the possibility. I'm like a teenager again, getting random erections at bad times."

He expected Jeff to smile at him, make fun of him, but he didn't. "You've got it Brad. You're attracted to her. I don't mean to go all psych on you, but how do you feel about that?"

"I don't know. I think I should feel weird or disgusted with myself, but I don't." He looked at Jeff, again appraising him for how much he was willing to trust him, and how much he was willing to tell him. "To be honest, I'm interested, excited and scared."

"Sounds normal to me considering your situation."

"So you've had sex with... a transgender?"

"Are you gonna keep this to yourself?" he asked with a wry grin.

I returned the grin, accepting the jibe.

"Both ways buddy, I've taken and been taken."

"Ok," Brad answered, letting that revelation sink in. The thought aroused him, not thinking about Jeff, but being in Jeff's situation. He imagined getting in behind Sara, shagging her and watching her imagined dick swinging around. He then imagined the roles reversed, Sara behind him doggie style, mashing her big tits into his back while she shafted him and stroked his hardened cock.

Jeff broke his musings, "Listen, I have to go unfortunately." Jeff grinned, "I have a date, and it's one I don't want to miss. But take my number, and if you ever want to talk to someone, call me. I know my kinks, and they're deep and numerous, but I'm one of the most stable, happy people you'll meet, so I won't judge you. But you need to think about things, and examine how you feel about them. Don't go doing anything stupid."

Jeff got up and left Brad at the bar, and Brad got another beer.

Jeff had turned out to be quite a surprise.

Brad thought about Jeff's advice, what would be the stupid thing to do? It would be stupid to react angrily, but Brad hadn't really felt any anger.

Would it be stupid to confront Sara? Probably, after all, the only reason he knew all about it was because he was spying on her. Yes, definitely stupid to do that.

The smartest thing was probably to just remain ignorant. If they wanted to tell him they would. In fact, he now had an advantage in that if they decided to tell him one day, he wouldn't be taken by surprise.

Brad realised that he was now thinking with the assumption that Daphne also had a secret between her legs. He had to be careful not to be surprised if it turned out she didn't have a penis, because that would be extremely insulting to her.

* * *

Despite having been at the pub for most of the afternoon, he still beat Daphne home. He wasn't sure where she'd been off to all day, and she wasn't obliged to tell him.

He'd left just a little bit of laundry to do when he got back from the pub. The girls were lucky enough to have a small European laundry in their apartment. He'd used it a couple of times during the week. This time however, Daphne had left some of her clothes on the washer. Well, he assumed it was Daphne judging by the clothes.

His mind jumped two steps and he was thinking that he was definitely a pervert. Despite that, he couldn't help acting on his first thought. He was going through Daphne's clothes. There were a few work blouses, skirts, pants, but of course Brad was interested in more intimate items.

Finally he felt the cup of a bra. He checked the label, supremely curious to know the size of Daphne's sweater puppies. 34E. Wow. He knew they were big; they looked big, heck they looked hefty, but seeing it written down, confirmed, was something else. Thirty-four meant she had a pretty small chest, but E for the cups was big, especially on a 34 chest.

Brad found a couple of thongs. The temptation to hold them up to his face and have a sniff was strong. He resisted though, he was a pervert for looking through her things, but he decided he had his limits as well.

Once his laundry was done he sat on the couch that had become his bed and stared at the TV. He was getting peckish, but didn't want to organise dinner in case Daphne also hadn't eaten in the hope that she'd be agreeable to eating together.

Brad was just about to surrender to his stomach when he heard a key in the door. Daphne breezed in with a huge grin, "Hey Brad, how's your day been?"

Brad smiled in reply, "Alright, you?"

"Fantastic. Have you had dinner?"

"I was just about to. Did you want to grab something together?"

"Let's order a pizza. Why don't you call up now, I'm starving," she said as she headed for the bathroom.

Brad ordered and was watching TV again when Daphne emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing a grey track suit. You couldn't get that girl out of sporty clothes, Brad thought to himself. The top was tight, but he wasn't surprised considering he now knew she was rocking a 34E bra. Her sweat pants were of that Pink brand, and were designed to be tight across her arse and hips, while being loose and flowing further down her legs. Her top was zipped up and there wasn't much cleavage on display, but sometimes, Brad thought, it was what a girl didn't show that made all the difference.

They had slowly devoured the pizza and chatted about their respective days while The Big Bang Theory played on the TV. They'd shared similar days, although instead of cleaning, Daphne had spent a couple of hours at the gym. They'd both spent the afternoon hanging out with friends.

They were sitting quite close on the couch. Brad kept stealing glances at Daphne, her full, kissable lips, her delicate ears holding back her silky brunette hair.

Thinking of Sara, he studied Daphne surreptitiously, searching for some clue as to whether or not she might be hiding a secret between her legs. If there was a sign, he couldn't find it. The old, reliable, Adam's apple was certainly not there, and her face certainly had no masculine signs. Her body was loudly female, her hips and butt declaring her to be all woman.

Brad thought back to last night. The steamy action he'd had on the couch and in Daphne's room. He'd do it again in a heartbeat, despite not knowing what she had up front. She'd been less than sober last night. Was it stupid to put the moves on her? Maybe it was, but Brad decided that she'd put the moves on him last night, so surely it was ok for him to give it a shot now. All she could do was say no... and kick him out to the streets... the thought gave him pause.

It was worth it, he decided.

He slowly slid his arm along the back of the couch in that cheesy, tried and true method. He daren't touch her yet though. She didn't seem to notice.

What now, the obvious cough or yawn?

Suddenly she snuggled into him, and he seized the opportunity to move his arm down around her shoulders.

They were snuggled up together on the couch watching TV. It was nice. It was what he'd lost with his last girlfriend long before they'd broken up. They'd been out of love for a long time.

Why was he thinking of love? He didn't love Daphne, but he realised he really like her. She was kind and bubbly, full of energy. And she loved anal sex and had a tight, buxom, sexy body. What could she possibly be missing?

He wrapped his hand around her shoulder. The progress was slow, but he started his progress towards her breast. It was like being a teenager, trying to sneak a feel of his first, frigid, high school girlfriend. It was fun and exciting, so far so good.

When he finally reached her breast he could feel it. She was softer, her tits were softer. She had a hard body, obviously from all the exercise she did, but there were no muscles in her boob to make them hard.

Gently, he moved his hand down and around until he was in position to grab a handful of tit. Finally, he could take no more and gave a gentle squeeze.

Daphne gasped, "Brad!" She turned to look at him and smiled. She bit her bottom lip and looked into his eyes. She put her hand over his and moved it so he was completely cupping her breast before forcing his hand to give it a squeeze. "I've never had that move put on me you know, but I used to dream about it."

Encouraged, Brad began to feel her up in earnest. Her breasts were every bit as large and full as their 34E tag promised. He filled his other hand with her opposite breast and began truly kneading them, causing her to moan, "Mmmm." She closed her eyes and laid her head back against his arm and the couch.

She'd kept her hair up in a pony tail, giving him an unobstructed view of her neck and delicate shoulder blades. She was taller than him by a few inches, but she was certainly of slighter frame judging by her beautiful neck and shoulders.

As he studied her face, thrown back and dreamy with pleasure, he'd unknowingly slowed his caressing of her breasts. She blearily opened her eyes and looked into his. He pulled her to him and they locked lips hungrily. He ran his hand down her back and slipped it beneath the waistband of her sweats.

He felt the telltale thin lace of a thong and passionately gripped her arse and pulled her against himself even harder.

Her hands were in his hair, gripping and pulling, mashing their faces together.

He moved his hand to her hip, staying within her pants and feeling that supremely erotic and sexy thong over her smooth skin.

She pulled away and grabbed forcefully at his pants, trying in vain to simply yank them off. Brad levered himself up and helped her get them off.

His 7" and a bit cock was standing to attention in his boxers. Before he could remove those as well, Daphne beat him to it, but not in the way he expected. She playfully nipped his covered cock, before biting his waistband and removing his boxers with her mouth alone.

She sank to the floor between his legs as his boxers were finally removed. He looked down at her on her knees, hair pulled back in a pony tail, looking up at him with smouldering eyes.

She tentatively placed her hands on his thighs, capturing his cock between her hands without actually grabbing it. She stuck out her tongue and slowly ran it up the underside of his rod.

He threw his head back in ecstasy, as she ran her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft, curling her tongue so that it cupped the long shaft.

He reached down and ran his fingertips along her jaw line, before tracing them down her neck and across her collarbone.

She worked her tongue up each side of his dick, and got her lips involved as well, sucking and kissing his rod.

"Daphne!" he exclaimed, over come with pleasure, "Oh god Daphne, please... please... put it in your mouth. Please suck my cock Daphne?"

She smiled at him as she continued to tease him, licking his shaft up and down both sides, over and over again. It was clear that she was enjoying teasing him.

He thrashed his head around in frustration at her teasing and pleaded with her, "God, please, Daphne..."

She relented, and swallowed his cock. It felt to Brad like she had literally removed his cock, stuck it in her mouth and swallowed it down her throat.

He looked down at her again to see her deep-throating him expertly, not even a hint of a gag reflex. He had no idea how she was making his cock feel so good, but she must have been doing something with her tongue and swallowing action.

"OH GOD DAPHNE! FUCK! Oh god, you suck my cock so good. Uhhhh. Yeah. Suck on that dick Daphne." Brad's hips were pumping futilely, as Daphne had complete control of him, moving her head and neck as necessary to not allow Brad to either withdraw or pump forward, teasing him deliciously. "Oh fuck yes. Hurrrrr."

What she was doing was amazing, but still, Brad found the lack of a pumping motion was becoming frustrating. This woman was amazing, able to take him to a whole other plane of teasing.

"I have to fuck you girl. We're going to fuck," he laid it out. He stood up, withdrawing his cock from Daphne's mouth and throat.

"MWAH!" she said as the tube steak was removed. She looked a little scared, but Brad was too far gone to stop now.

"Maybe... maybe we should stop," she tentatively stated.

He reached down and unzipped her track top, pulling it from her, revealing her round 34Es held only by a smooth, restrictive sports bra.

He grabbed the hem of her sports bra, and in one swift move pulled it up over her head and off. She was obviously agreeable as she lifted up her arms to help.

He watched, mesmerised as her big, heavy breasts were pulled and stretched upwards by the bra, before bouncing back into their natural, round shape and position.

"Brad, I think we should stop," she said, a little more confidently.

Brad slid his hands down the outside of each breast, hunching his back and hips to reach down, unintentionally bringing his cock back to Daphne's lips, where, after a moment's hesitation, she mouthed and made out with the head sensually. He reached further down, around and under her udders, to heft and lift them, shaking them and making them jiggle. He curled his fingertips up towards the front, tickling the tips of her nipples and flicking them, bringing both he and her pleasure.

He had a pretty good idea she wanted him to stop because she wasn't exactly in control this time, and was probably worried he might find a little secret in her panties. But he'd been operating under the assumption of its existence anyway. In fact, he knew the thought was giving him an extra erotic charge. So he had no fear concerning that. If she wanted to stop for some other reason, she'd have to tell him soon.

She knelt in front of him, half his cock in her mouth being lovingly kissed and sucked, while he crouched over her, caressing and jiggling her hefty tits in his hands.


The Roommates Ch. 02



The next morning was a Saturday so nether of us had class. I slept in as I normally do on weekends. When I rolled out of bed and headed for my morning pee, I could smell the fresh cinnamon rolls that Heather had apparently just pulled out of the oven.

"Oh good you're up, care for a roll," she asked. 

Not that this was an uncommon thing for her to make enough breakfast for both of us but as she stood there holding out a plate, I could make out her hard pointed nipples through her braless night shirt that she was still wearing.

"Thank you and good morning." I replied as I took the plate from her. 

As we both sat down at the table and started chatting about our evenings, my flaccid cock once again twitched as the events of my evening started to flash through my mind. 

"I didn't really do much, played on my laptop for a while, watched a movie and then went to bed, and you?" I asked.

"Well, Rick and I met up with some friend to shoot some pool." she replied.

Now being that we have become pretty good friends, I had this nagging in my head that I should tell her about what happened when I got home yesterday. 

"Hey Heather, there's something I want to talk to you about."

"Yes, what is it?" She replied with a sort of worried look.

"Oh, don't worry, it's nothing bad but yesterday when I came home, you had just finished with your shower."

"Uh huh!" she grunted.

"Well, I had actually been home for a few minutes before you had finished."

Remembering that she had walked to her room without a towel on, her face started to blush a little. "But you came in while I was in my room getting dressed, I'm a little confused."

"Well, not quite." I said. "I had come home while you were still in the shower and didn't think anything of it. But then, you came out."

Blushing a little more she cut me off asking me what I saw.

"I kinda saw pretty much everything. But you know that I was raised with an older sister and I have had girlfriends so it wasn't like I haven't seen a naked woman before."

Again she cut me off saying, "why didn't you say something."

"Well, you've always had a towel on before when you come out from a shower and it was only a matter of a couple of seconds, not enough time to even respond. Trying to not embarrass you, I acted as if I just walked in the door when you were safely in your room."

She paused for a couple of seconds before continuing. "I thought I was home alone or else I would've had a towel or clothes on."

Damn, I thought to myself thinking of all the mundane things that she does naked when I am not home. Like sitting on my chair, reading a book, watching tv. I really was trying to behave and be mature about this but the beautiful naked image of her was becoming too hard to suppress as my cock started to enlarge in my boxers.

"Heather, first let me start by apologizing and to let you know that this is your apartment also. You should be able to feel as comfortable as you want in your home. With that being said, I will try to make it a point to at least call before I get home."

Her tone changed to more of a giggly attitude when she said, "aw c'mon, it's not that big of a deal. Since we're confessing, I should tell you that I have also caught you a time or two getting up in the middle of the night walking to the bathroom. It's really nothing that you have to go out of your way to make me more "comfortable"." And guess what, I have also seen men naked before."

This really caught me off guard and now I felt my face starting to flush as she has seen me carelessly exposing myself in my most humiliating state. Not that I wouldn't have been embarrassed any less if she had caught me with a raging hard on.

"It's all good, shit happens and it will probably happen again at some point. Don't sweat it and thank you for talking to me about it. Now, what are your plans for today?" Quickly changing the subject as to not make any more of an issue about it, she told me that she was going to hang out with her friend at her pool.

"I had planned on some Frisbee golf with a few of my friends." With that, she grabbed our empty dishes from the table, excused herself and headed to her room to get ready.

It wasn't that I hadn't checked out her ass on occasion, but now with my new found respect for her glorious orbs, I couldn't help but to take a more conscious, lustful stare of Heathers rear assets as she walked away in her loose running shorts that she casually wears at night.

Gawd, I want to see that ass naked again, I thought to myself as my half erect cock strained for adjustment. Once she had disappeared into her room, I pulled my laptop out to check my stuff. As I fired it up, Heather came out and asked if I needed to use the bathroom before she takes a shower.

"Nah, I'm good."

Like a light switch wired to my infatuated brain, the second the bathroom door closed, an idea that until twenty four hours ago, would have never entered my mind. 

She is more than likely going to put her bikini on under her clothes. I can sneak a hidden camera into her room and voyeur her changing. I was a little ashamed of letting my desire to get laid bring me to this point. But at the same time, my member was getting harder still at the thought of being able to see her whenever I wanted.

Knowing that I would be clear for a few minutes, I grabbed my phone and headed to her room. Relieved that I can still hear the shower running from her room, I looked for the best place to hide my phone. Across from the foot of her bed was her vanity dresser. On the top of her dresser was a set of books standing on end. Three of the books were leaning into another three which about an inch and a half was separated at the bottom. Perfect.

After starting the video recorder on my phone, I placed it behind the books with the camera facing out through the opening. It was as good a place as ever and couldn't have been better timing since as soon as I had it set up and going, I heard the shower turn off.

Quietly, I rushed out of her room back towards the living room. As I walked, I felt a cool sensation on my now rock hard cock. The act of what I was doing and the result of what I was going to see, caused a substantial wet spot of precum on my boxers.

When she appeared from the bathroom, she flirtingly made it a point to show me that she was decent with a towel around her. "Hey, is this better?" She said as she pirouetted in front of me. 

"Yeah yeah butthead, get out of here." I joking said knowing too well that what she was doing in front of me was nothing in comparison to what she was unaware of happening in her room. As she turned towards her room, she stopped just short of her door, called for my attention and as soon as she had it, flipped up the bottom of the towel and for a short second, mooned me. As if she had just been caught doing something innocently naughty, she put her fingers over her mouth and said "oops" as she giggled. 

"Alright alright, I got it, now put that thing away and go get dressed." I said to her. Normally I would have teased for more of a show but knowing what was waiting in her room had me thinking that that would be more of a show than anything that she would voluntarily give up. 

As soon as her door closed, the excitement of what was taking place in there was almost uncontrollable to my libido. My cock, now throbbing, was rubbing the boxer material with every pulse making my already sensitive head hyper sensitive. I fought hard with myself to not just reach into my shorts and grab my shaft.

Approximately thirty minutes had passed before Heathers door opened again. Fully dressed in a sundress, I can make out her bikini through the thin material. She once again went into the bathroom closing the door behind her. A minute later, I heard the sound of her hair drier and figured that it was my chance to retrieve my phone from her room.

It would be a very quick process with me being in and out within a few seconds. But if she happened to catch me up and about, there would be no possible way that she wouldn't see the huge tent encircled by a large silver dollar sized wet spot that was now visible on the outside of my shorts.

My heart was racing at this point, not out of fear of being caught, but from the excitement of what I was about to see as soon as I dumped the file onto my laptop. I hurriedly dashed into her room and grabbed my phone. I also noticed that her previously closed hamper was now open with her towel half way flung into it, partially exposing a new pair of panties she must have last worn.

Please hurry up and leave already, I greedily thought to myself. Trying not to act out of the normal, I sat back down on my couch and positioned my laptop over the bulge in my pants and brought up one of my social network pages.

She finally finished drying her hair and five minutes later was heading for the front door.

"Okay, I'm out, have fun today." She said, grabbing her bag and keys from the end table by the door.

Chuckling to myself, I was thought, if she only knew how much fun I was going to have and why.

"Yeah, you too, I'll see you later." I replied with a smile. What I was really thinking was, yeah, you too, I'll see you in a few minutes.

She couldn't have left any sooner as my raging hard tool was being painfully constricted in my shorts under the weight of my laptop. Wanting to give her enough time to get good and gone, I stayed seated. But I did push the laptop to the side and undo the button and zipper of my shorts, allowing some pressure relief.

My cock now jumped freely as the large veins struggled to pump more blood into the stretched to its limit, 7 inch shaft. I was a mess. The precum that had previously soaked my boxers and shorts was now dripping from the slit of my purple head, covering my pubic area.

Once I felt comfortable that she was gone, I sprung up, grabbed my phone, cord and laptop and headed to my room to download the video. As I passed Heathers room, I dashed in and grabbed the panties that saw earlier on top of her hamper. Incredibly, I was so aroused at this point that I feared that I may blow without any physical touching.

I made it to my room where I immediately started to download the file to my computer. As I waited, I took the panties and shoved them to my face. This time, the aroma was a bit different and they were very damp as if she had recently had sex. It had the different pussy scent. Not the scent of musty sweaty pussy, but the smell of aroused pussy with a slight hint of semen. I had thought to myself, wow, the aroma from those panties last night must have permeated the other clothes in her hamper, I didn't realize that it would have been that strong.

As I took in the musky fragrance of our combined fluids, I began to lose control. Amazed that I could possibly cum without any physical stimulation, I felt my balls tighten. I pulled the panties from my face and relocated them to my now pulsing cock.

Within a second of my panty clad hand reaching my shaft, I began pumping load after sticky load into the material. Being an unsolicited orgasm, it was unlike anything I had ever felt before. There were at least six healthy streams of cum that had shot out before starting to taper off. My mind and body were in a different world as the beep sound of my computer notified me that the file had been successfully transferred.

My mental focus was snapped back to reality when it registered what the beep was. Spent but wanting to see what my little voyeur camera had recorded, I left the jizz filed panties clinging to my now semi hard erection as I turned my attention to the computer.

Upon opening the file, I was greeted to a view of her empty bedroom. I fast forwarded about five minutes into the video and hit the play button. Another 30 seconds or so went by when it finally happened, Heather walked into her room.

My eyes wear glued to the monitor, waiting for the moment that she dropped the towel from her moist body. The anticipation had my cock stirring again, but it would have to wait a bit longer as she went about retrieving the outfit that she would wear.

After another couple of minutes, my cock was at full mast again. This time it really was like a flag pole with the panties flag hanging from the top. And then it happened, the towel found itself airborne heading for the hamper. There she stood with her back to the camera giving me a wonderful shot of that nice ass that she carried so well.

My cock, being as hard as it was, now began to throb again as I watched her fiddle with the clothes on the bed. For a second, my conscience kind of hit me and the wrongness of what I did or was watching ran through my mind.

That was all erased when she turned towards the vanity, showing the camera something that caught me totally off guard. Her dark triangle was gone. She had shaved her patch off leaving nothing but smooth skin. I had liked the little patch but now she was as smooth as the day she was born and her bikini line was definitely not going to be an issue anymore. 

As she approached the vanity, her torso filled the screen showing from her neck to her upper thighs and everything in between. Her beautiful tits perched on her chest as if some magical force was holding them from drooping. I could also make out the start of her pussy as it disappeared between her legs.

My god she's really hot, I thought to myself as my cock bounced in rhythm with my pounding heartbeat. But no, that would not be the highlight of this show. What happened next would have me spraying cum like a fire hose.

To my utter amazement, Heather hiked up a leg onto the chair and pulled on her clean pussy to examine her handy work. Holy shit, she was literally 12 inches away from the camera giving me the best view of her spread eagle pussy.

My mind just did a back flip as she began to pull her hairless pussy lips from one side to the other and then apart looking for any stray hairs that may have escaped the wrath of her razor. As if on autopilot, my hands dropped to my throbbing tool, one hand grabbing at my shaft as the other pulled the panties off and shoved the crotch straight into my mouth.

With my mind spinning and the extremely erotic vision on my monitor, I ether didn't think about or care about the fact that her panties were now also saturated with my own seed. The closest that I have come to tasting my own jizz was from kissing my ex after she had given me head. The difference is that with kissing, I would only taste the flavor, which was negligible in amount. With what I was doing now was more like eating a creampie, her juice mixed with a whole lot of mine.

Our combined juices were so intoxicating that as I continued to suck on the material, I started to stroke my cock again. It was amazingly apparent that she herself was becoming turned on by the wonderful sight that she was inspecting. She began pulling on her lips in more of a playful manner.

We were both watching her inner pink slowly begin to glisten from the moisture that was finding its way to the surface. As if debating with herself, she continued softly tugging on her smooth lips. The aroused side of her won, she hovered her index finger over her slit only to slowly submerge it between the now very wet folds of her womanhood.

When she slid her dripping finger up and started to tease the little button, I knew she was committed. I am going to blow another load regardless if she brings herself off or not, but if she does, I want to finish with her, I thought.

The combination of sucking on her cum socked panties and watching the massage that her little bud was receiving was almost too much. Then, as she slid her finger back between her dripping lips, she didn't stop and her finger effortlessly dove into the tight little hole that was being hidden within her smooth pink folds. This did prove to be too much as I had to stop stroking my cock if I was to cum with her.

Being that her pussy was so close to my phone and along with the image that it was recording, it also recorded sound and the sounds that it was recording was clear conformation of how aroused she had made herself. With the sight of her glistening, juice covered fingers and the sound of her fluids sloshing around her tight hole, I couldn't hold back anymore.

Even though I had stopped stroking myself in an effort to cum with her, my cock tightened up again and for the second time in so many minutes, I was seconds away from another unsolicited eruption.

Vocally quiet, Heather increased her finger action into a sloppy sounding frenzy upon her hardening clitoris. Still not wanting to cum until she did, I removed the panties from my mouth and controlled my overwhelming urge to just grab myself and finish by placing my hands under my butt and sitting on them. Unfortunately, as before, I was so aroused at this point that physical contact was not necessary to induce another orgasm.

As her fingers moved in a squishy blur on the screen, my efforts proved to be futile as my balls unleashed the first blast of my orgasm. I was only able to get a hold of my unrestrained cock after it had already sent a large rope of jizz hurtling in the air.

That first rope of jizz landed like the Hindenburg, staring from the middle of my chest continuing upwards until it stopped on my forehead. The instantaneous shock of my cum strung across my face was a long enough second that even though I had my hand now gripping my cock, it shot off a second rope which in turn followed almost the same path as the first only this time starting at my chin ending on my forehead.

It wasn't until after I had managed to catch the rest of my cum in my hand that I had realized that along with the self facial that I had just given myself, I was also now tasting the cum that had stretched across my lips. Not being repulsed by this small taste of just my own cum without the help of Heathers pussy juice, my inhibitions let loose a little and I pushed my tongue out, scooping more jizz from my lips for a better taste. Not that I would go out and suck a dick for it, but I realized that I really didn't mind the taste of cum.

Once my orgasm finally subsided, I had noticed that Heather had also stopped fingering herself. Without the usual aural cue's normally associated with an orgasm, I didn't realize that while my jizz was splashing across my face, Heather was also in the grips of her own orgasm.

As I was coming down from my orgasm, I continued sitting there watching the screen with my cum still running down my face dripping off my chin. I now understood why her panties had that recent sex dampness to them as I watched her walk over to the hamper, grab the panties that she was wearing and with the crotch in her hand, wiped her pussy clean of all her orgasm which I would be sucking on no more than 20 minutes later.



The Roommates Ch. 02



She made a few grunts, and he could feel her trying to extract herself from his cock, but their positions made it difficult. He didn't want to make her do something she wasn't happy with though, and so he released her bountiful bosoms, stood up straight again, before removing his shirt, leaving him naked.

She pulled her mouth off his cock, leaving it to wave, rigid, in the air. She looked up to him.

"I'm sorry Brad, I don't think we can do this," she said.

"I can do this, I want to do this, and I need to do this. You're driving me wild Daphne. You're so beautiful. I have to get back inside your tight arse again."

She frowned slightly at that. "You don't know what you're asking."

"I think I do actually," he said.

He placed his hands under her armpits and helped her to stand. Pulling her to her feet, his hard-on pointed right at her pubic mound, her slightly taller height causing that.

He took her in his arms and pulled her in tight. She angled her hips down, and off to the side, away from his own, pretty much confirming his suspicions. She was worried he would feel her and freak out no doubt. She had no idea he'd already worked it out and was really excited. His erection was pressed tight between them, pressed up against her abdomen and thigh.

"Uhhhh," she moaned, and held tight to his back, her head going over his shoulders and nuzzling into his own head.

Starting at her shoulder blades, he slowly massaged her back, moving his hands down her naked back. When he reached her waistband he didn't even pause, quickly sliding his fingers beneath her sweatpants and again feeling the delicious lace of her thong.

He needed to do this quick he figured, not give her time to react until it was clear that he was all in. He had no idea what he would find, how she had things aligned down there, and to be honest this would be his first time even seeing a dick on a girl, but he figured he had to prove he was ok with it very quickly.

Hooking his thumbs over the waistband of her pants and thong, he stepped back from her, reefed down her pants and thong and dropped to his knees in front of her, all in one motion.

"OH!" she exclaimed, "What are you doing?!?"

She was trying to step back and turn away from Brad, but he'd kept her pants just high enough that they trapped her legs and she couldn't easily step out of them.

Brad stared at her crotch, confused. She had a small patch of trimmed pubic hair above a completely smooth mound. It was different, not like anything he'd ever seen in any porn. There was more definition than a normal girl's mound. It looked sort of more, out, or taller, and round. It actually looked, sort of like there was a tube, tucked down around between her legs... IDIOT! She had her penis tucked between her legs, of course she did. He'd been expecting to see a shaft either hanging in front of him, or even an erect cock, possibly even a regular pussy, but this actually made more sense.

"Brad, let me go," she cried.

Daphne struggled to move, to escape exposure of her secret, but he'd trapped her well, and held her with his hands on her tiny, pert bum so that she couldn't escape. Her struggles were however working her penis loose.

It slowly appeared, worked from between her thighs until it hung in front of his face.

Her struggles ceased when he pushed his lips against the shaft in a soft, tentative kiss.

"Ohhhh," she moaned, "what... what are you doing... don't... you... can't see..." she muttered unintelligibly, staring down at him now.

He had no idea what he was doing, but he figured the most important thing had been to get her out of her panties, get her secret out, and show her he was fine with it by touching it. And it seemed to have worked.

"Oh Brad, what are you doing?" she asked, breathlessly.

"I knew, well, I suspected that... that you were... that you had..." he wasn't sure how to continue, so he placed another kiss on her penis, and watched as it lurched.

"A penis? A dick? How did you know?" she asked.

Her hand was on his head, softly ruffling his hair.

"I..." he started, wondering if he was ready to give a full confession. "Well, the other night I couldn't sleep, and I heard a noise from Sara's bedroom. And... well, I know it's bad, but I snuck a look under her door."

"You pervert, Brad," she replied, without any sting to the statement, more like simply stating a fact.

She bobbed down to disentangle herself. Brad leaned back to give her room, but stayed on his knees.

"I know, it was a terrible thing to do but... what I saw... well I couldn't get it out of my mind," feeling he needed to make a full confession before she judged him, he forged on. "And then, the other night when we got together, and you wanted me in your arse, without any pussy play whatsoever, followed by kicking me out and having an orgasm all to yourself, well... that was emasculating. I got to thinking about it, and then after a while, I sort of added the two things together and assumed that... you too had... were... had a penis," he finished, uncertain again.

She stood back from him, naked now, her penis was probably average, maybe a little under, since Brad considered himself to be average and he knew he was bigger than her. It looked to be about half hard and maybe 5" long, though not too thick. She looked down at him, kneeling on the floor.

"So you still want to play? Even though you know I have my little plaything?" she asked, and softly caressed it.

Brad peeled off his remaining clothes and stood up to face her, his cock rock-hard.

"Does this answer your question?" he retorted, then manoeuvred the rigid, fleshy head of his rod to bump into her own, mainly achieved because of their differing heights because he was hard and long, while she was not.

Suddenly she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her. The movement caused his rod to slide down between her legs and bump up against her butt cheeks. Her own hardening penis was sandwiched between them. Her lips hungrily assaulted his, her tongue invaded his mouth, searching for, finding and sliding sensually all over his tongue.

He took a moment to get over his shock, and then returned her enthusiasm, sliding his own tongue into her mouth and reaching around to fill his hands with her tight, pert little bum. As they kissed, he kneaded her cheeks in his hands, rolling the tight flesh around like dough, and occasionally giving them a light, playful slap. Her hands roamed his back, caressing his shoulder blades, and slid down his back to pinch his bum.

His rod was rock hard, lodged between her legs and rubbing between the bottom of her butt cheeks, his kneading action rubbing the top of his cock. He could feel her penis slowly harden as well, sandwiched between their thighs and slowly climbing higher.

She pulled her mouth back and told him breathlessly, "Come on, let's go to my room," she grinned at him, "and this time I might let you stay a little longer."

He grinned back at her, not letting go of her butt cheeks just yet.

"Is this yours?" she asked and reached behind her to fondle his cock head.

"It's yours tonight," he replied, clenching and causing his rod to bounce a bit in its tight cocoon.

"Let's go," she said and released him.

As she stepped away, he let her go, but she grabbed hold of his shaft to lead him to her room like a dog. If he'd had a tail, it would have been wagging.

Once in her room, she turned around and fell onto her bed on her back and moved upwards. She reached over and grabbed some lube from her nightstand and was soon lathering it over her arse, with her legs spread lewdly wide. Her other hand used a bit of lube to stroke her hard, little cock.

"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked, staring into his eyes as she worked a couple of fingers into her bum, lubing it up.

He looked down at her ministrations, her 5" rod looked completely hard now as she rubbed it up and down. He didn't need to be asked twice.

He climbed onto the bed eagerly, aiming his cock towards her lubed-up, tight, wrinkled, puckered arsehole. He put his hands on her inner thighs, caressing them, before pushing them just a little wider, as if presenting her treasures on a platter.

Without touching his cock, he aimed it at her arsehole and rubbed his head through the lube she'd accumulated around the opening, adding his pre-cum to the mix and smearing it around.

"Uh yeah," she moaned, "slide that cock inside me again Brad. Punish me for kicking you out."

He moved into position, placing his hands beside her chest, allowing her breasts to rub the inside of his arms as he braced them. He angled his hips down that little bit further, and lodged the tip of his dick in the puckered ring of her arse, holding it there for a moment, teasing her a little. It was like the slit of his cock was kissing the tiny, flexing opening of her arse.

"I'm gonna fuck you hard Daphne, show you I can make you cum buckets," he told her.

She stroked her hard cock, and used her other hand to play with her nipple.

He had a brief thought of Jeff, knowing that it was only their conversation that had him in this position instead of reacting with fear and bigotry as he would have thought was expected. Instead, he was pushing his rock-hard shaft up inside Daphne's lubed-up, slick, tight little anus.

"Uhhhhhh."

"Uhhhhhh," they both moaned as he pushed his dick halfway up her bum.

The lube was slick, and warm. He pulled back, only to push slowly back inside and gained another couple of inches. Her eyes fluttered, but continued to gaze up at him.

"Uhh, yes," she moaned.

"Oh god," he gasped.

With another stroke, he bottomed out inside her, his balls hanging low and brushing her arse cheeks, while her own nuts rested above his embedded shaft.

"Oh god," exclaimed Daphne.

"Fuck yes."

He had his hands on the bed, either side of her stomach, his legs splayed out just a bit. Her legs were spread wide, giving him full access. He held himself embedded inside her, enjoying the tight warmth of her snug passage.

"Uhhhhhh," he groaned, as he slowly withdrew until only the head was left inside. Her tight, puckered ring strangled his erection tightly as he pulled back.

"Oh god yes," she gasped as he pushed himself back inside her again.

He settled into a rhythm of slow strokes inside her. He watched her stroke her cock, a little faster than his own fucking motions.

"You like my little clitty?" she asked him.

"It's beautiful," he told her, before he took hold of it for her, holding himself up with one arm and brushing aside her own stroking hand. This freed her up to tweak both her nipples at the same time, a pleasure she availed herself of immediately.

At first he simply caressed it, getting used to the feeling of a cock other than his own. Assessing himself, he didn't feel gay. He was lying between the legs of a tall, athletic, sexy girl, and the thought of doing the same with a man did not interest him at all.

He started to stroke slowly, matching the pace of his stroking with his thrusting.

She bounced on the bed in an effort to speed him up. Then she tried to take over again, and for a moment they fought over who was going to stroke her. He knew that no-one knew her better than herself, but he wanted to give himself a chance.

"Fuck me HARDER! FUCK ME! FUCK!" she shouted at him.

"Oh god," was his only reply, as the slick sensation of his shaft sliding inside her nether depths, tightly gripped by her, tingled along his cock.

He kept at it, but he could tell she was frustrated and wanted more. He released her dick and lowered himself down, sandwiching her woody between their stomachs.

Moving into position, he inhaled her breast, or as much as he could of it, sucking her nipple deep inside his mouth. His upper body remained in position, but he used his lower body, swivelling back and forth like a pendulum to keep up the fucking motions.

"OH SUCK MY TITTY! FUCK ME GOOD!" she cried.

He used the suction grip to shake her jug all around, causing the tight flesh to ripple before his eyes. He used his tongue to lap at her nipple, tweak it, and run circles around it.

Releasing her tit-mound, he moved his face between the two fleshy sacks of pleasure and started to motorboat between them. Obligingly, Daphne held them up to help him, and giggled as she watched him play.

He repeated his treatment on her other nipple, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked the hard little pleasure nub into his mouth, bringing it into range of his nipple and slathering his attention on it.

Finally he raised himself up and looked down to see the raw lust in her eyes.

He picked up the strength of his thrusts, really driving into her and bottoming out.

In response she spat in her hand and started jerking her little dick like she was trying to rip it off.

She threw her head back and screamed, "OH GOD I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING BRAD! FUCK!"

She wrapped her legs around his arse, and tried to hold him inside. After a couple of stuttering thrusts he realised her intentions and allowed her to hold him deep inside.

As she came, he felt her cute little balls bob about, and her cock squirted thin, translucent cream up onto her stomach, a couple of spurts even managing to adorn her breasts.

"OH FUCK YES! FUCK! YES! OH GOD!" she exclaimed.

Her orgasm caused all her muscles to clench rhythmically, and that in turn felt like she was internally massaging his cock.

Finally her cock was spent, and she laid back, her post-orgasmic expression something truly and utterly beautiful.

Brad however, hadn't got his end away, and desperately wanted to get back into it. He tentatively pulled back, and Daphne's eyes gave a start.

"Oh... wait Brad... let me just..." she said before pushing back against him in an effort to get him to withdraw.

In disappointment, Brad pulled out and left his slick, rigid cock wavering in the air with anticipation.

Daphne grabbed a little more lube and slicked herself again, then tiredly turned over in front of Brad.

"Do it like this," she told him as she positioned her arse in the air on her knees, her tight little butt cheeks quivering, while she laid her torso flat on the bed and rested on a pillow, causing her own pillows to flatten out against the bed. Her back was arched leaving it looking like half a skateboard ramp.

Brad was keen, and wasted no time sinking back inside her depths. He took her hips in his hands and pulled her back against him. The freedom of fucking her arse doggy style again, but this time with them both naked, was fantastically luxurious.

He used long strokes, and again started slowly. He could feel her tight muscles flexing in her hips and butt as she worked with him to help him shaft her good.

Periodically he'd slow down his motions, letter her take control, and she would do so immediately, rocking her body back and forth. Her arse shimmied and undulated on his cock in a figure of eight pattern as it worked his rod.

He marvelled at her trim waist, sliding his hands up and softly caressing her waist, then sliding back and feeling her hips as they thrust into each other.

Brad alternated between looking down at her stellar body, working him, and throwing his head back in consummate ecstasy.

He had almost no warning that he was about to cum. The telltale build-up of pleasure from balls to shaft to tip was so sudden he had almost no time to react.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum Daphne, I'm cumming! OH GOD! I'M CUMMING!" he exclaimed.

"DO IT! CUM UP MY ARSE! SHOOT YOUR SPUNK IN MY BUTT BRAD! CUM UP MY ARSE! CUM!" she shouted at him.

He held himself deeply embedded inside her, and felt the amazing lurches as his cock went about the spasms required to deposit his seething load of cream inside her tunnel.

"OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDD! OHHHHHH YESSS!" Brad moaned.

Her arse was soon packed tight with Brad's man-cream.

"Oh god, oh god, you're filling me up, I'm full Brad, I'm full," she told him confirming what he could feel as well.

They both panted, and held still while Brad came down from the high of his orgasm.

Carefully, he withdrew, noting how much slicker she was with his splooge packed into her butt.

He pulled out, and looked down to see his goopy mess start to ooze out of her.

With what looked like a practiced move, Daphne rolled to the side, kicking her leg up straight and high to disentangle herself from Brad, then darted towards the bathroom.

He wondered to himself if she would expect him to leave now. In exhaustion he laid out flat, but tried not to look too comfortable.

She was in the bathroom for a few minutes, and Brad's eyelids became heavy. He was excited for what had just happened, but he was left alone, and it had been a long day. But it was important to talk to Daphne, and make sure she was okay with him knowing about her, and while he'd love to stay in her bed, it was her bed and her choice.

* * *

It was still dark, and he was wrapped around a tight-bodied, feminine figure. He'd fallen asleep in Daphne's bed, without talking to her. He was spooned up behind her and his cock was hard, nestled between her butt-cheeks, her tight, little butt-cheeks. He could feel that she was wearing a thong, and a soft, loose cotton T-shirt. He'd obviously fallen asleep naked so was still dressed so. He considered leaving her bed and going back to the couch, but the rustling and noise of doing so might wake her. Besides, she'd been comfortable enough to let him stay, and he really didn't want to leave.

Satisfied, he snuggled into the covers and repositioned his hand, softly cupping her big breast in his hand, and waited to drift back off to sleep. It took a while, but eventually he was successful.

* * *

He woke up in Daphne's bed alone, his scrabbling arms not finding her. There was however, a delightful, wet suction on his morning glory. Lifting the covers, he looked down into Daphne's eyes, as she gave Brad an awesome blowjob.

"Oh Daphne, my god, that's awesome," he told her.

She continued to suck, and work her lips up and down.

She went on to give Brad one of his most memorable blowjobs ever.

When he released in her mouth she swallowed it down, and seemed to relish it.

She climbed up the bed once he finished. As she moved up he could feel her own aroused girlhood sticking up insider her thong, dragging up his leg and settling against his hip. She still had her soft, comfortable grey T-shirt on and it wrapped her body loosely, but failed to conceal the hardened nipples adorning her heavy, pretty tits. They shared a deep, soulful kiss, the taste of his own seed on her lips, and shared with Brad who showed no discomfort at all.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep last night," he apologised.

"No worries, I was pretty beat as well, and it took me a while in the bathroom too."

"You... you let me stay?" he asked.

She smiled at him and replied, "Well, I didn't have to worry about you discovering my secret, and you got me off pretty well, so there didn't seem to be any reason to wake you up and hustle you out."

"Speaking of your secret," Brad started, and traced a finger along her erection. Her eyes closed and a shudder ran through her. "You got me off, which means it's your turn."

He softly stroked and tickled her rod through her panties with his fingertips.

He wasn't really sure where the sudden desire came from, so he bit his tongue. Then he thought of last night, the fun and the trust she was now showing him. He decided to go with the flow.

"Would you... would you like to do me?" he asked her.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked into his eyes. The seconds stretched on, and neither of them spoke for what felt like a long time.

"You... you want me to fuck you?" she asked.

He nodded at her.

"You want me to put my cock up your arse?" she asked, looking into his eyes the whole time, obviously testing his resolve.




The Roommates Ch. 02



He knew that it was unusual, or at least unexpected. He hadn't made any decisions before this moment, but he wanted to try. "Yes. I know it's going to hurt and it won't be easy, but I do want to do it," he told her.

"Well, I'm normally much more of a bottom, but I like to play top once in a while. Plus, I promise to be gentle."

A couple of minutes later, Daphne was pushing two heavily-lubed fingers up inside his slowly relaxing bum.

"That's it just relax. You need to practice relaxing, and it won't be easy, but once you do, you'll really start to enjoy it," she said and smiled at him.

He was laid out on his back, with his knees pulled up, exposing himself to her. Amazingly, his cock had become half-hard itself, without any attention being paid to it at all.

He'd watched Daphne's little cock maintain a rigid erection the entire time. She'd pulled off her top, but still wore her pink, cotton thong, bulging dramatically with its barely contained payload.

Daphne pulled her fingers out, and produced a condom, and with a practiced movement, slipped her hard-on out the side of her panties and rolled the condom on, before slathering lube along it.

She looked him in the eye again with a big smile, "Are you ready?"

He gave a nod, trying to be confident, but failing.

"You're going to love it. Just remember, try to relax."

He couldn't control it, the fear just had him clenching the moment her spongy head contacted his bum.

She was patient though, gentle, and murmured encouragement, support and tried to sooth his fears.

When she slipped in it felt like a tree trunk, even though he knew she was smaller than he was. Again though, she was patient, soothing and gentle, and waited for him to nod his readiness for her to continue.

It was a strange feeling, very pleasant, but not at all like any kind of sex he'd ever had before. But it was new, and obviously his own cock was not involved right now. This was mostly for Daphne, and a bit of experimentation on his part.

It took a while, but eventually Daphne had worked her little rod all the way inside him. Then she started to stroke. Very slowly she pulled back, probably about halfway, before slowly pushing back inside again.

"Oh," Brad gasped at the changing sensations.

"You okay?" she asked him.

"Yes, it's just... oh god, it feels big."

She graced him with a grin, "Such a compliment."

He smiled weakly at her.

"More?" she asked.

"Yes, but slow."

"Of course baby," she told him.

Brad wasn't counting strokes, but he had noticed they were going faster and faster. He knew they'd reached a good pace for Daphne when she started to praise him.

"Oh yes Brad, such a tight arse, such a nice, tight arse."

By now Brad had his hands on her jiggling jugs, the distraction had helped him relax his arse a bit more. Sometimes she'd spend a few strokes while she was lowered down, rubbing her big breasts against his chest.

His legs flailed as he tried to keep them up out of Daphne's way, and occasionally she helped him by pushing back with her hands.

"Oh god Brad, your arse is so nice, it feels so tight wrapped around my clitty. Mmmmm, so nice."

"Oh, Daphne... fuck, you're so big. Feels like you're splitting me in two."

"That's right baby, take my big clit inside, make me feel so good... so good... oh god... OH! OH! OH YES! OH GOD YES! OH FUCK! OH GOD! I'M CUMMING! OH YES!" she screamed.

She was now pounding into Brad, and there was no doubt that it was hurting, but he was willing to take it, to put aside that pain for Daphne to fully enjoy her pleasure.

The feeling of her shooting her spunk inside a condom, inside his arse was undeniably strange.

They'd worked up quite a sweat, or at least, Brad noticed he had. He was sure Daphne's fitness regime included much worse than this.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" she exclaimed, obviously having reached her peak.

Her strokes slowed, and finally stopped. Brad's arse tingled from the sensations having finally stopped. He still felt full, but really, all the pain was gone.

She gave him a soft kiss on the lips, a supremely sweet gesture. She then whispered to him, "Don't look," and started to withdraw. He followed her instructions.

Once she was off the bed she quickly turned away and Brad could tell she was removing the condom, and he heard it hit the trash.

"Okay, come on, we need a shower," she smiled at him and beckoned him to follow.

* * *

They shared a shower, and both enjoyed rubbing up against the other's body, and they even soaped one another. His cock again got half hard, but neither acknowledged it, content with their sexual activities for the morning.

After the shower, Daphne got dressed in her room in relatively casual clothes and headed for the door.

"See you later Brad?" her tone making it a question.

"Oh, yeah, definitely. Dinner?"

She smiled, "Sure, later then."

Brad smiled and checked his phone to find a text from Jeff, asking him to go for a drink again. He replied with a nearby cafe, and said he'd be there shortly. He really wanted to see Jeff and tell him what happened, maybe try to work out how he felt about it all. He was really thankful for the chat he'd had with Jeff yesterday, and was hoping for some more advice.

Brad had fucked his transgender roommate, Daphne, up the arse, twice now, and thoroughly enjoyed it. Then he'd asked her to take him up the butt, and while it had hurt, he was pretty sure he'd liked it. At that point in time, he was forgetting all about Sara. 



The Roommates Ch. 03



Three weeks later, with that video looked at almost bi-daily, I was ready for another viewing. It was around 9 Friday evening and Heather was still out since school and not expected to be back anytime soon.

I finished up my socializing and headed to my room to commence video watching.

Not wanting her to find some moist panties only to discover all her panties damp, I had only done the pantie thing no more than twice per laundry cycle. Unfortunately with her normal laundry day being Saturday morning, I knew that I had already reached my limit of two, so I passed by her room without stopping.

Settling in to my chair with my shorts and boxers in a pile next to me, I fired up the video. As usual, within the first couple of minutes, my cock was rock hard. I started to slowly stroke, milking it for that first drop of precum.

The moment that Heathers finger dove into her tight pussy, my cock flexed, slowly pulling the first of my man lube to the surface. It didn't have much time to pool before my fist would swoop over the soft skin of my cockhead and spread it down my shaft.

With every drop of precum that makes its way out, it is adding to the previous drops that are already coating the head and shaft. The more man lube, the more slick my cock was. The more Heather played, the more I played. The more I played, the more man lube. 

We were well into it with both of us deep into moment, with me stabbing away at my sloppy cock and Heather swiping away at her clit. Knowing that she was going to cum soon, I hurried my stroking. 

With my orgasm building, as if in a nightmare, I was startled by some headlights shining through the cracks in the blinds. These lights are coming from Heathers parking spot which is outside of my bedroom window.

Seconds away from blowing my load, I have to jump up to peek at who is parked there. Damn, it's Heather, what the fuck is she doing home so early, I said to myself. None the less, it meant an immediate end to this masturbation session. 

I had 45 seconds best before she walks through the door. Knowing that I had a raging hard on, I ran to my drawer and pulled out a pair of my sports boxers knowing that they will at least not let my cock pitch a tent. I also grabbed a hoodie that's bagginess would cover any bulge that may be seen under my shorts.

Stopping the video, I ran to the living room, kicked on the tv and sat down awaiting her arrival. I waited for only a few more seconds before I heard the door being opened. 

As I was still excited from the mad rush, I wasn't really lying when I jumped around saying, "holy crap you scared me, what are you doing home so early."

Seeing that she was obviously really upset about something, she just slammed the door with no answer and turned to make a hasty retreat to her room. "Hey, what's up," I ask again.

This time as she opens the door to her room, she turns around and in stereotypical drama style yells that she just walked in on Rick fucking some bitch, turned to her room and slammed the door. It was obvious that she was in hurt mode and not the mad mode.

"Hey Heather, you know that I am right out here if you need me for anything," I spoke through the door to her knowing that I probably wouldn't get a response. I grabbed my phone from my room and headed to the living room to wait.

I watched tv for a minute before I sent a text to a friend asking him if he could pick up a couple of things for me and bring them here. After briefly explaining in as matter of factly as possible, all I had to say was Heather was having a bad day but I should stay.

No problem, be there in fifteen, I'll text you when I hit your parking lot, he texted back.

10 minutes later he was sending me the text letting me know that he just pulled up. 

Announcing that I was going to go grab something from my care, I walked out to meet my friend. He passed me the bag and I gave him more cash than would cover the bill. Thanking him with the "I you one, man," I turned to head back in.

"I'm back" I said, loud enough for her to hear me. Walking to the kitchen, I set the bag on the counter and fetch the bottle opener before pulling a bottle of wine from the bag. Taking two glasses out, I uncork the bottle and poured into each glass.

Taking the glasses in one hand, I reached into the bag to retrieve the remaining objects which happen to be a joint and a lighter and cupped them in the hand that would carry the bottle. I walked down the hall to her room and knocked.

"Hey, can I come in, I brought you something."

"No, go away," she replied in a pouty voice.

"Aw c'mon, let me come in, I promise it will make you feel better," I pleaded again.

Again, "No, go away."

On a hunch, I tried the door knob to find that it was unlocked. Entering her room, I teased that I had made my way in and now she was going to have to have a glass of wine with me.

"Damn you Dave," she shouted as she threw a pillow at me, narrowly missing the two glasses of wine.

Continuing forward, I sat on the edge of her bed where she was lying on her stomach with her face in the pillows. 

"Here, have a glass of wine with me, it will make you feel better, at least physically. Seriously, we don't have to talk, we don't have to do anything, but have a glass of wine." "Deal?" I asked.

Heather did not reply but she hadn't told me to go away this time ether, she just laid there with her face in the pillow. Finally, after a minute of stillness and silence, she rolled on to her side and sat up with her back to me. 

She held her arm back waiting for me to hand her a glass. When I gave her a chalice, she took it and stayed with her back to me while she put it to her lips and took a sip.

As she sat there continuing to sip on her wine in silence, I put my hand on her back and started to tenderly rub her back. Up until this time, we had never had any physical contact between the two of us but with the time that we have lived together we had grown kinda close and very comfortable around each other.

"Fucken dickhead" she blurted out before taking the glass of wine and pouring it straight down her throat.

I reached for her glass and as I was grabbing it, she followed my hand back around, buried her face into my chest and started sobbing again. I know there is a time and place for everything but as human nature would have it, this was the wrong time and place for this drama to be happening.

No more than 20-25 minutes ago, I was about to blow a load while watching Heather play with her pussy on my video. Now, with the combination of the cold wet spot in my shorts from the almost climatic orgasm, her arms wrapped around me with her face in my chest and the lack of any physical contact with another person for so long now, I couldn't help the fact that my cock was filling with blood again.

Really bad fucken timing is all that went through my head. Even though it was a really shitty thing for me to take the video of her and lust over the show she put on, this was her time. She needed a shoulder to cry on and all I wanted was to be there for her emotionally, not physically.

Thankfully, the way she was sitting and leaning into me, she wouldn't have been able to notice the bulge under my hoodie. After another minute or two, she started mumbling into my chest. What I could make of it, it sounded as if she was venting her pain.

As she continued, I let her talk as I reached for the bottle and started pouring another glass for her. When I handed the glass back, she took it and downed it again in one drink.

"Is that good" I jokingly laughed.

The reply I got back surprised me.

"Um hmm, but what I think I really need is some pot" she said.

Chuckling as if to try to lighten the mood, I replied with, "yup, that would definitely help you relax right now but you don't smoke, so now what?"

"Your right, but I have tried it once and from what I remember from it and what people tell me is that it does numb you up and right now that sounds nice" she rationally explained to me.

With two whole sentences spoken that had nothing to do with her issue, I held back on telling her that I had also thought the same thing and had taken action towards it. I wanted her to continue conversing with me about anything but Rick right now. 

I guess the wine was starting to work on her as she continued talking.

"Seriously, I mean you smoke every once and a while, right? Why do you do it?" She knew the reason was the same, but she asked anyway.

"Well, to relax sometimes when I feel really stressed" I replied.

"See, I think that I am pretty stressed right now and need something to relax me. With that being said, fill me another glass."

As I took her glass and started pouring, I asked, "Heather, do you want me to get you some pot for tonight?"

Her still teary eye's snapped straight to my face and she than blurted out, "What? No! You don't have to do that for me, I was just say that in the hypothetical way. It wasn't meant literally, the wine is fine."

"Seriously, it's not a problem, if you want to try some, it would only take a minute after I make a quick call, no problem. Personally, I think you were right when you said that what you really needed was some pot. In the state that you are in now, I think that it is a no brainer choice. I'll make the call."

I already knew that in a while Heather was going to be high, relaxed and most importantly for the time being, forgetful of Rick. Right now, knowing that I already have a joint there with me, I was just looking for a little commitment to try from her. Even if it is a "I shouldn't" instead of "I won't."

"No! Seriously, there is a reason that I only tried smoking once and if there is ever a time not to smoke, it would be a time like this. I mean really, don't worry about getting some, the wine is great, thank you though" she explained.

With that being said and not wanting to pry on anything right now, I just let it go. In my head, what I was picturing was the person that gets violent and mean when they drink whiskey or something. The only puzzling thing about that thought was, to my recollection, I can't ever remember anyone that I have seen smoke pot and then turn violent.

Being the team player that I was at the time, I took a mental inventory of any breakables that we had in the living room and decided that if in the end it would make her feel better to let off some steam, then so be it, I can be her punching bag for the night.

I had taken the idle chit chat as far as I could take it, but seemed to have been enough since the wine had some time to sink in and make it so she wasn't sobbing as much. Fortunately, the wine by itself, wasn't enough numb the pain that she was feeling.

"Well Heather, here's the deal! I knew that you were clearly upset and also knew from personal experience that smoking definitely relaxes and eases cares, so I had already made that call and had this delivered along with the bottle of wine."

I held out my hand and presented the nicely rolled joint.

"Oh gawd, you really shouldn't have. There is no way that I could put you in the position to have to deal with my actions from that. As a matter of fact, please stop, I really can't smoke that with you and unfortunately, I can't and don't want to talk about what happened that first time. So feel free to have at it but seriously, I can't." As she spoke, she started to sound empathetic to my cause. Again, "I won't" was still a phrase that I still hadn't heard yet.

"I still think that you should come into the living room with me and at least take a couple of hits to relax your nerves." My mind still believing that whatever experience that she had the first time was merely a bad trip or something.

I was trying to be as comforting as I could and explained that as long as she felt better than she did now, I would be able to take anything she could throw at me. For the first time since she came home, I saw a slight upturn of her lips as she let out a smirk of a giggle and stated, "I bet you could."

Not understanding what was meant by that comment, I let it slid in one ear and out the other.

Feeling like she was becoming a little more sociable, thanks to the wine, I suggested that we move to the living room so we could be more comfortable.

"Well sweety, I guess I could smoke this myself but do you feel that you could join me in the living room to carry on." I asked knowing that a; I won't smoke in her room and b; the couch would indeed be more comfortable than sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Ok fine, but I have to pee first" she said.

Thinking that it was a little off color what she said, I chalked it up to the influence of the wine.

"Kewl, I'll see you in a sec" I said as I reached over and grabbed her now empty glass, the bottle and my glass and made my way out of her room. 

As I was leaving, I had noticed the hamper was open and sitting on top of the pile was another pair of her panties. I really wasn't trying to be a perv at that moment but I have to admit the sight of those panties did, for a split second, conjure up near memories of what her panties have been doing to me over the last few weeks.

Upon reaching the living room, I sat her glass down on the end table and refilled it as I did the same with mine. Finding my usual spot on the couch, I sat down and readied myself for Heather and Mary.

A few minutes later, Heather entered the living room with a new wardrobe on. It was a white baggie t-shirt and a pair of grey sweat shorts. Really nothing that she doesn't normally wear around the apartment but obviously far more comfortable and casual than the slacks and blouse that she was wearing from school .

As usual, she also sat on the couch at the opposite end, kicking her legs up and tucking them into an Indian cross. With her sitting like this facing me, she was basically spread eagle with nothing but the soft material of her shorts standing between me and the very same pussy that I have shot numerous loads over.

Looking at this plus the visual that I now had in my head of what was under those shorts kinda took me to that uncomfortable place. It wasn't that it would have normally bothered me, but at this moment, this was all about Heather and her problems. 

Wow, I really need to spark this joint up, I said to myself. Heather, who was reaching for her glass just started talking again. She wasn't bashing or anything, just talking about "how anyone could do that" types of things.

Checking before I lit the joint, I asked her if it was ok for me to smoke in front of her. Again, she said that it was fine and didn't have any issues with it, she just couldn't do it herself. Little did she realize how strong this pot was, I knew that if she stayed in the living room with me that she would still get a pretty good contact high.

As I lit up, she took her glass and again, emptied it down her throat. Exhaling the smoke, she did stop in her ranting to comment on how good it actually smelt. I'm not sure if she didn't know about contact high's or the wine was making her forget about it but, whether she actually smokes it or inhales the second hand smoke, unless she left the living room, she was going to end up high.

After a few minutes of her rumbling on about this, that and the other, she started to ask me questions. All of which were basic relationship questions that she was asking my opinion on. I know I should have stopped the line of questions as, since my break-up, I am not exactly the best person to discuss relationship matters. 

Talking in another pull off my joint, I just about gagged myself as the next question rolled out of her mouth.

"How do you do it? I mean, you have been single for a couple of months now, yet I have never seen you bring another girl home or go out on a date" She asked.

It really wasn't "the question" that got me chocked up, it was the truthful answer. How in the hell could I tell her the truth.

While I was thinking of the appropriate answer, she continued on with, "I mean, I have been without a boyfriend before but it had always been on my terms, this is different and I would like to know how someone deals with the absence of, things."

Looking for the explanation, I took my glass of wine and threw it down my throat. As Heather waited for an answer, she reached for her glass and the bottle and was disappointed to find out that the bottle had been emptied. It was actually a good thing as the wine had already delivered all that it was going to without knocking her out and making her sick.

Still without giving my answer yet, she continued her line and ended up with a face full of smoke.

"Well, I'm sure that you masturbate but that only works for so long before you would have to start desiring the feel, smell and taste of a woman. How do you do it? I only ask because I masturbate also but it has always been as an addition to sex, not a substitute." 

Again, the truth was something that could not be brought to light. Let's see how this answer would sound, "Well, I am in the same boat that you are, I wouldn't be able to do it ether except that between the video that I shot of you fingering yourself and the damp panties of yours that I suck on almost daily, the only thing that I am missing is the feel." Sounds great, but not very practical if I would like to continue owning a penis and testicles.

I figured the answer that I gave was allot more applicable. Playing the devil's advocate I replied, "First off, this is something that roommates shouldn't be talking about, but yeah, I do masturbate, but it is purely for the physical stimulation. As you know, I was really messed up from my break-up so the emotional care has been shelved for a while, hence the reason that I have not actively been looking for anyone new."

"I see, so how do you do it?" she asked.

"WHAT" I exclaimed.

"How do you do it, I mean do you watch porn or something?" Her obvious intoxication showing itself.

"OK Miss Chatty Kathy, it's a good thing you are out of wine because I think you've definitely had enough to drink."

"Damn, your right, we are out of wine. I'll tell you what, I'll try and smoke the rest of that joint with you if you promise to keep talking."

Being that I am now pretty high myself, I know that if I keep talking in my condition that I may accidentally say something that I shouldn't. But at the same time, we are here for her and if she is going to feel any better, she will need a THC fix. Plus, if she does have a violent streak, then she won't physically be able to do any harm.

Aw, what the hell is it going to hurt, she is now drunk and soon to be high, she won't remember anything about this conversation later.

Giving in, I tell her, "fine, just let me go to the bathroom first."

I knew I was asking for trouble when I got up to go to the bathroom and realized that my penis was at the proverbial half mast. This arousal was a product of hearing her voice talking about me masturbating. And when she admitted to masturbating herself, I had nothing but the image from the video in my head of her finger sliding deep between the folds of her pussy.

While standing at the toilet, I actually felt my penis growing in my hand as a stream of pee splashed into the water. I was feeling torn by the fact that she'd just broken-up with Rick, yet I was getting aroused by her voice saying the things she was saying.

By the time that I had finished peeing, my cock had grown as much as it could while being held down for aiming. At that point, the stoned perv in me began showing itself. Alone in my thoughts, I told myself that I needed to somehow record this conversation as it would make a great companion to the video.

As I finished up and opened the door, I was surprised by Heather standing there waiting for me to come out.

"You done, good, my turn" she said as she pushed her way by me and closed the door.




The Roommates Ch. 03



This will actually give me a minute to set my phone up to record, I thought to myself. So, running to my room, I grabbed my phone and headed back to the living room. Once there, I found the video cam app and started it up. Knowing that Heather is drunk, she wouldn't be any the wiser even if the phone was sitting square in my lap, so I propped it up against a bowl on the coffee table in front of the couch with the microphone and lens aimed straight at the couch.

Upon returning, she held her shorts up as she sat down, again in Indian style. This time, however, with her holding her shorts as she sat, the soft material stretched tightly against the mound of her crotch, outlining the curves of her smooth pussy. Damn, this is going to be more difficult than I had planned, I said to myself.

"Alright, where were we?" she asked

"We were about to kill this joint. That's where were" I said with almost too much enthusiasm.

"Oh yeah, but I can only advise you to pay me no mind if I start to get weird" she explained.

"Heather, I'll take care of you, don't worry, you just enjoy not caring."

With that, I pulled the joint to my lips, fired it up and passed it to her. She pursed her lips and took a very large hit, almost to the point that it would have been hard to believe that she was a non-smoker. That thought was instantly erased when she started coughing out everything but the kitchen sink. 

Surprisingly, instead of complaining about it, she merely stated that it tasted better than she remembered. I told her that the guy I got it from only buys good pot. Naively, she said that she was un aware that there were different breeds of marijuana. I continued by explaining the differences and informed her that this was a good relaxation strain.

Not missing a second beat, she jumped back into the questions. "Ok enough pot talk. So how do you do it?"

Wanting to give the pot a little more time to kick with her, I played dumb. "I'm sorry, refresh my memory. How do I do what?"

"How do you keep yourself satisfied? I mean we both already know that we masturbate, but the reasons are/were different. I masturbated to enhance sex, you masturbate out of necessity. What do you do to get yourself in the mood? Is it porn, magazines, imagination? What motivates you?"

"Wow, we must be feeling allot better now, huh?" I giggled.

"I will be feeling allot better once you answer the question." She shot back. "Listen, like you with women, I am done with guys, at least for a while. I am in unchartered waters, if you catch my drift?"

I must have been really stoned because in her state, that comment actually made sense and on top of that, I was about to entertain this some more and just go with it.

"OK, so you mean to tell me that you never masturbated as a young girl?"

"Not the same as how I do it now!"

"How so?" I asked.

"Well before I lost my virginity, I really had no, let's say, reference. I guess I can say that I did it only because it felt good, I didn't know why though. Since the first time I had sex, I never had the need to masturbate unless it was during and part of sex. Do you understand?"

Taking another pull from the joint, I start my monolog. "Yes, I think I understand and yes, you had it almost right by saying porn and imagination, but I don't look at magazines." 

Here I am trying to be Mr. caring of her feeling when apparently, she is the one falling off the wagon. In the middle of my answer, I lean over towards her to pass the joint and my eye's glanced across her lap to notice a dark spot the size of a silver dollar dead center of her crotch.

What the hell, I thought to myself.

"Well, go on. What kind of porn? Who do you imagine?" She broke the sudden silence unaware that I had noticed the wet spot.

"Ok, so for me, it's masturbation porn."

"Really?" she interrupted.

"Uh huh, just me and her, no one else. I'm not into toys that much, ether, just hands."

"Wow, that's actually pretty hot, go on!" Again speaking up.

"As for whom I imagine, Well, I guess the normal untouchable Hollywood celebs."

This time when she jumped in again, I had stop and think about the answer that I should give her.

"Have you ever thought about me?" She asked with an almost ashamed look on her face.

Knowing that a "yes" answer would lead in two directions ending with the same result; one way might weird her out and want to leave, but I don't see that happening. The other would be that we end up having sex tonight and maybe the next, but in the end it would get weird for her and want to leave. 

A "no" answer on the other hand stops this line of questioning immediately. This little lie was a no brainer so I told her that I hadn't.

I was instantly thrust into another, what the fuck, moment when she just threw her hands to her face and stated sobbing again.

"Heather, are you ok, is this what happened the first time?" 

This time she popped her face up and with a great look of disappointment, snapped back at me; "What the fuck are you talking about? I'm talking about how I just realized how ugly I really am!"

"Now, what the fuck are you talking about?" I asked trying to figure out what on earth makes her think that she is ugly.

"What could be worse than walking in on your boyfriend who has his dick shoved into another woman's pussy? Let's see, what else can make you feel even less attractive than you already feel? Hmm, how about the only single guy I know, my roommate. As it happens, I am the only female that he really knows. Unfortunately, as luck would have it, I am not even attractive enough to have my single friend fantasize about me."

"Oh whatever Heather, you are hot and I do fantasize about you." I quickly changed my answer.

"Now you're just saying that to make me feel better." Skeptical as she may be.

"No, really. If the truth be known, I think about you allot. I think you are hot and the image of you coming out of the bathroom a few weeks ago has stuck in my mind ever since" I tossed back.

She stopped sobbing long enough to start asking curious questions. "When you say allot, how much exactly is allot?"

"Mostly twice a day, sometimes once, sometimes three times."

"Wow, is that how many times you jack off or how many times you think about me?"

"Both!" I said.

"Haha, so that would mean that every time you pull on your dick, you are thinking of me. You almost had me with that line of bull shit. Nice try."

"Heather listen, ever since I saw you naked, I can't help but picture your cute little patch of fur and your perfect breasts with nice pink nipples. Believe me when I say it's easy to sustain from other women when I have you in my head."

For the first time in a while, I heard a giggle come from her. It must have been over the bush that I'd mentioned, only she didn't know that I knew about the, now void of said bush, pussy. As I waited to see if she was going to explain, I glanced back down towards her crouch and to my disbelief, noticed that the dark spot that I had noticed earlier was now large enough to fully silhouette the folds of her pussy lips.

Playing coy, I ask, "what?"

Giggling again, she returns with, "Oh nothing, I just had a random thought run through my head, but keep going. Oh, is there any more of that joint left?" 

Nice try to change the subject, I thought to myself as I handed her the roach. 

"No no no, what could have been distracting enough to interrupt me telling you what I think about when I jack off. C'mon let's hear it?" I demanded.

Obviously enjoying that last pull, she pleaded that she couldn't tell me. Just as I was about to push her again, She continued speaking.

"I can't tell you but I could probably show you, is that kewl?" she blurted out.

Chuckling at the fact that she would rather show me that her pussy was smooth than speak the words, I played with her saying, "This better be good since it's pretty hard to explain, only to be interrupted by a "random thought"".

As she began to get up from the couch, she continued with, "well, I like it but you'll have to be honest with me, as a guy, if you like it or not."

If she could only see the solid sausage that was being concealed by my hoodie, that comment would've never been necessary. Also, the fact that for almost the whole month, I had been blowing load after powerful load staring at her baby smooth flesh in the video.

"Ok, let's see what'cha got" I answered.

"Ok but you have to promise that you won't laugh and you will tell me if you think it looks stupid" she said as she positioned herself right in front of me.

"I promise" I said as my head was secretly doing backflips in anticipation.

Hooking her thumbs into the waistbands of her shorts and panties, she started the slid her shorts down her hips, stopping where her bush would have begun to be exposed, "you promised not to laugh, right?" she asked again.

"Alright, but remember you promised" she said as she bent at her hips while pushing her clothes to her feet. 

As I felt my cock jump in anticipation, I had remembered that my phone was still sitting on the table behind her. What was to be an audio recording is now becoming another video. And to start that video was Heathers ass bent right in front of my lens. It couldn't have been better if she had planned it.

With her shorts and panties, now around her ankles, she stood back up straight, put her hands on her hips and said, "so, what do you think?"

"What do I think?" I repeated her question. "I think you're beautiful, what on earth would make you think I would laugh. Honestly, I am floored that that dickhead would need to go and do what he did."

"I know, right! Well, I like it. It feels allot nicer than before I shaved it", she said while softly running her fingers over her smooth pubic bone.

I had a feeling that this all was induced by the alcohol and pot so when she bent back over to grab her shorts, I was disappointed to see it go away. I was delightfully happy when she stopped at about her knees. Apparently, she didn't realize until now that her shorts were completely soaked.

"Did something get spilled on the couch because I must have sat on something wet." She blankly said.

Believing that she probably wouldn't get the insinuation, I jokingly said, "well, it must have spilt over the entire couch."

"Well fuck, I don't want to go and put on some new clothes. I showed you and now you've seen. It won't bother you if I just sit here like this?" She asked, already knowing that whatever I said, she was going to do it anyway.

"No, go ahead, knock yourself out. We are both adults here and can remain mature" I announced.

Unfortunately, my testicles had other thoughts. Being that they are still full of the cum that was so close to being emptied before Heather came home, my balls were only doing what they know to do, ready themselves to explode.

Until recently, within the last few weeks, I was unaware that I could have an orgasm without ever touching myself. That was only from visuals. I would now, have to muster every ounce of self control to try and keep that at bay. I was horrified at the thought of us just sitting there and in mid conversation, I bust a nut.

Once she sat back down, she unwittingly crossed her legs back into the Indian cross, exposing her now naked sex aimed right at me. As much I as was kicking myself for even thinking it, I know that I wouldn't be able to sit there and not coat the inside of my boxers, so I stood up and offered to grab her a blanket.

Ignoring the blanket offer, Heather stated instead, "Wow, your right, something must have spilt on the couch."

Noticing that she was staring straight at my crotch, I also looked down to notice that my hoodie had bunched up as I stood and exposed the giant wet spot that had over taken my shorts.

I started to feel kind of flush from my embarrassment at being caught, why? I don't know! What I did know was that for the first time in over a month, I was standing in front of a beautiful half naked woman that has been the subject of my fantasies. I felt like a young boy again looking at a woman for the first time.

I excused myself for a minute while I fetched the blanket for her. I also stopped long enough to throw on a new pair of shorts. As most men do, I began talking to my dick telling it that no matter what happens tonight, I would still be getting it off. But it had to behave as long as heather and myself were still talking.

Upon returning to the living room, Heather made her disapproval known as she noticed that I had changed short.

"What were you thinking by changing your shorts, silly. When you sit back down, your gonna get them wet. Come here" she ordered as I was giving her the blanket.

As I approached her with the blanket, she sat up, reached out and grabbed my new shorts by the waistband and pulled down with no mind for what she was about to unleash. What did happen is, as soon as the waistband released my cock, it flung back up to its normal rock hard stance, flinging a little gob of precum into the air, stretching into a fine string that landed straight across her cheek to her forehead.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry" I said as I reached out and wiped the slick fluid from her face. 

Not that anything she say's right now wouldn't have surprised me, but when she replied back, I had to think about something totally off, just to not blow my load all over her face right then.

She giggled and said, "It's all good, if nothing else, it also give me something more to think about when I am masturbating" winking at me.

Startled by this comment, I blurted, "what?"

"What do you mean what? You say that you jerk off all the time thinking about me. Well, seeing that I am now going to have to start masturbating, I sure as hell am not going to be thinking about that asshole that, for all we know, is still fucking that bitch right now.

Catching me off guard with this new outburst, I forgot about my current state of exposure. I stretched the blanket over her lap and reached down to caress her in my arms. What I had forgotten was that my half erect penis was still just flopping around as I embraced her, coming to rest on, what I would notice in a minute, her breast.

After a short little outburst of tears, Heather mumbled into my chest with me barely able to decipher that she was asking if there was any of the roach left. I told her no but I would grab another joint. 

I broke our embrace to go and fetch another stick. I slyfully scooped up my phone that was behind us and excused myself to my room for a second. As soon as I got to my room, I shot off another text to my buddy. I knew that it would only take a second, being that he lived in the same complex and I wasn't asking for him to go and buy another bottle of wine.

Returning from my room with my shoes in hand, I explained to Heather that it was in my car and it will only take a second.

"Hurry up" she whimpered as I quickly exited the front door.

I turned the corner to my building to find my buddy already waiting for me at my car. "How's she doing?" he asked.

"She is pretty shaken right now but she will be fine, I'm sure" I answered back.

"Kewl, let me know how she's doing later" he said as we departed company and I returned to my unit.

Upon entering the apartment, I asked Heather if she wanted to fire it up or she wanted me to do it once I returned from my room. She had told me that she would wait and with that, I went to my room to kick my shoes back off.

Once I returned, I had noticed that she had the blanket pulled all the way up to her neck and her T-shirt sitting in a heap next to her. As I was about to sit down, she jumped and warned me about the wet couch, insisting that I removed my shorts again before sitting down.

I really wasn't thinking about the fact that I still had my shorts on, but more importantly, I had forgotten about the phone that I hadn't started back up. This did give me the opportunity to set it back down as I appeared to struggle with my shorts.

Now with the camera recording and my limp but hanging long penis feeling the cool air, I sat back down on the couch. Once I was settled, Heather threw the foot end of the blanket over me.

"You ready?" I asked as I now had the joint and lighter in my hand ready to light it up.

"Uh huh", was the only response that she replied with.

As I lit the stick, I pulled in hard to get it started. Once it was going, I reached over to pass it to her. Once she had it and was inhaling her first tug off of it, I nonchalantly asked, "what happened to your shirt?"

Coughing out the smoke, she answered with, "It also had a wet spot that was making me cold." 

She had grabbed the shirt and held it up for me to see a circle the size of a half dollar right where her tit would be. 

Unbelievably, there was still a slight sign of where her nipple hardened from the coolness and imprinted it into the fabric. Knowing that it was probably from the precum oozing from my dick as I held her a few minutes ago, I sheepishly apologized.

She pulled on the joint again before passing it back stating, "it's all good!"

Once she had given the joint back to me, she laid back again, but this time, stretching her legs out, resting them across my lap. When she did this, it naturally kicked the blanket up and then settled back down, blowing a little air my direction. Having smelt and tasted her sweet nectar from her panties, I was well aware of the aroma of her sex that had just slapped me in the face.

I waited just long enough for the fragrant air to clear before I took another pull from the joint. As I was about to pass it back, I started to exhale at the exact moment that she adjusted her legs to where they were now stretched over my quickly hardening cock.

As my cock started to look for some breathing room under her smooth legs, Heather took notice and asked with a giggle, "I'm sorry, am I in the way of something?"

Knowing that any contact or attention like this would spell the end of my resistance, I had to finally speak up about my arousal. I figured that it would be easier to just tell her instead of letting this go on and inevitably coating her legs with an uncontrolled orgasm.

"Heather listen, I want to tell you this in an attempt to avoid an accident. When I tell you that I think about you when I masturbate, it is because I think that you are incredibly hot. Now, after all I have seen tonight and the fact that you are now touching me, I can't help but warn you that if this keeps up, well, let's just say that "the couch" won't be the only thing sopping wet."

Not sure what her response would be, I knew to prepare myself for the end of the conversation. Instead, what I got almost had me shooting off right then.

Enthusiastically, she fired back at me, "Oh can I watch, please"?

Inquisitively I ask, "Watch what?"

"You. I have never seen a man jack himself off to completion. Please do it for me, I want to see what its like."

Now horror sets in at the thought that I wouldn't last 30 seconds in the condition that I am in right now. I try to explain it to her the best I know how. 

"Have you ever heard of a guy prestaging for a date. If not, it is when some guys will jack off before going out in hopes that he may last longer later having already gotten off earlier. Well, that's where I am at right now. You have me so aroused right now that if I gave it a second of attention, I won't last long enough for you to blink without missing anything."

"Oh c-mon, please. You say that you jack off all the time while thinking about me, prove it. Plus it's only fair." She stated. 

"Fair? How so?" Curious where she is going with this, I questioned.

"Well, since I will have to start masturbating, like you, I will need something to think about and since you have me to think about, it's only fair that you give me something to think about." With that she pulled the blanket up and off of our bodies to watch not thinking about or caring that under the blanket she sat completely naked.




The Roommates Ch. 03



"Please please please. Do it for me" She pleaded again.

Now with her bare breasts staring at me and the smooth lower abdomen dipping into the dark shadowy triangle formed by her legs, I didn't know how but I was sure that my balls were going to be empty by the end of the night.

Lifting one of her legs off of my lap, she moved it behind me and then told me to spin around on the couch so see could get a better view. Not that I needed any more encouragement, but once I settled down facing her, with her legs on ether side of me gave me a very unrestricted view of her obviously dripping womanhood.

Once my hard shaft popped into view, Heather blurted out, "Oh my gawd you have a beautiful dick. Like I've said, I have seen you before but it has always been at a distance and only for a second. But now that I can really see it, it is awesome. C-mon, make it spit for me."

Still frustrated by the fact that I will for sure blow a monster load within seconds of me touching it, I again told her that she will not get the full experience of a man masturbating. Again, she told me to shut up and show her.

"Alright, but just remember that you are the one insisting on it" I replied as I started making my way down to the stiff flagpole that was aching for release.

Heather just sat there with her eyes fixed to my cock as I took hold of the base of my shaft. I took a long stroke up the length of my shaft when I noticed that, indead, the couch was wet where she was sitting. But it wasn't from anything spilling on it. It was the large amount of female secretion that I can see running from her sloppy wet cunt, down her ass crack and onto the fabric of the cushion.

I was only a few strokes into it when Heather once again spoke up and said, "oh my gawd, that is so fucken hot."

Unfortunately, that was about all that my sex could handle. With Hearther's eyes glued to my business, I rolled my head back and held on for what was sure to be a massive eruption. Now normally, I am not a grunter but the buildup to this orgasm was so intense that as soon as my orgasm started, I couldn't help but be vocal. My building orgasm had me so discombobulated that I could no longer sustain any kind of rhythm and had to stop stroking.

Again, like before, I really didn't need anymore stimulation as my balls were already pulsating, trying to coax as much hot white fluid as it could from the depths of their glands. 

With one more really long and deep grunt, my cock swelled up as the first rope of semen blew from the head of my now pulsing shaft. 

With my head still tilted back and my dick spraying jizz like a fire hose, I could vaguely hear Heather comment, "oh my gawd, that is so fucken awesome."

The sad part is that my orgasm lasted longer than the process to get it there. Ether way, it sounded as if Heather was enjoying the show.

As that orgasm started to subside, I just sat there basking in the afterglow of one long awaited release. 

In utter amazement, I heard a slight moan and then a lip smack from Heather. I lifted my head to realize that most of my cum had shot off sideways and had landed on her thigh, to which see had scooped some into her fingers and was sucking them clean.

"Mmm, that was so hot and tastes even better!" She exclaimed.

I'll tell you what, if I hadn't just empties my balls, I would have definitely shot one off watching her suck the jizz from her fingers.



The Roommates Ch. 04



"That was awesome, now it's my turn. If you think seeing me coming out of the shower is enough to get you going, wait until I show you this." 

Not that I would balk for a second at seeing her play with herself but I couldn't, wouldn't let her know that I jack off all the time watching her finger herself. What I hadn't seen yet or anticipated was what she did next.

Sliding her hand back down her leg, she scooped up the remaining ropes of cum and planted her cum soaked fingers right onto her dripping cunt. Not that she needed anymore lube on her already saturated gash, she smeared my jizz all over her pussy, parting her lips and massaging her very erect clit.

Even though I had just released a load that had been brewing for the last couple of hours, amazingly, my spent dick jumped back to life as if it had been hit with a defibrillator. 

I instinctively reached back for my now growing penis and as soon as I had wrapped my hand around my still somewhat flaccid shaft, Heather stopped cold. 

With her finger still buried between her folds, she said, "nope, you can't touch yourself, it's my turn. You just sit there and watch."

Again disappointed, I released my member and sat back as instructed and continued to watch Heather fuck herself. But before she started back in on herself, she pulled her very wet finger from it's sheath, raised it to her lips and proceeded to clean the jizz mixed with her own juice from them.

My only thought was, who the heck is this person and what did she do with my roommate.

With fingers now clean of our combined fluids, she started her slow journey back down to her beautiful mound, stopping briefly on her breast's where she twisted and pulled on her erect nipples.

"Do you like this," she asked not really needing an answer. My now rock hard dick standing at full attention was conformation enough.

With her noticing that my cock had squeezed out a little left over cum from my last orgasm, Heather released her nipple and reached forward for my member. Grabbing it right under the head, she squeezed the drop out before scooping it up and smearing it back on to her cunt.

Damn, this was just down right torture at this point. It was the first time that my dick had been touched by someone other than me in months. And the fact that the one who was touching me was the one that I wanted more than anybody.

I again watched as she massaged my white cum drop between her lips and down into her tight hole. My sex was now on fire again and I wanted nothing more than to devour any and all of this woman. Again, I reach for my tool when she abruptly stopped again and gave me the look.

"I'm warning you mister, if you don't just sit there, I am going to stop. Why don't you just sit on your hand's if you can't control yourself," she insisted.

She was well beyond stopping but for the sake of the game I played along and positioned my hands under my butt and urged her to proceed.

Satisfied that she now had my obedience, she sucked on her fingers again before continuing her assault on her pussy. With my hands firmly out of contact with my package she continued to fondle her clit and hole.

As her intensity built up, I could feel my own cock juice running down my shaft. At this point, Heather was well into pleasuring herself as she also threw her head back. Knowing by her breathing and now ferocity of her manipulation, I knew that it wouldn't be long until she, herself, had a mind shattering orgasm.

As if it couldn't get any better, while squeezing my hips with her legs, she lifted her ass off of the couch and with her free hand, reached under herself and started fingering herself with that hand while twiddling her clit with her other.

It was an amazing site to behold and if I had any cum left in my balls, I would have been wearing it at this point. Needless to say, I was about to find out that I indeed did have some left.

With her eyes closed and her mouth gasping for the air above her, she unexpectedly slid her finger from her cunt hole and easily relocated it in her puckered asshole.

At this point, I could do nothing but watch and coach. "Yes, that's it Heather, fuck yourself, fuck yourself good." 

There were only two sounds in the living room at that moment; Heather quietly but still somewhat screaming with pleasure and the sloshing sound of her saturated pussy as she swiped her fingers vigorously back and forth over her clit.

"Oh my gawd Heather, that's it. Make yourself cum," I again coached as she neared her climax.

As her orgasm hit, she did something that had not happened in the video and something I would never forget. One final thrust of her hips upwards, she stopped suspended in the air, held her lips apart giving me a wonderful view of all of her glory and then proceeded to start spraying her cum as she was over taken by the intense orgasm.

She was in a different world and was uncaring of where she was spraying, but due to the way that we were sitting and the closeness of each other, she was spraying her cunt juice all over my cock, balls and stomach.

I had never been with a woman who was a squirter, so the feel of her cum splashing against me and the warmth of the fluid indeed set off another orgasm of my own. Still sitting on my hands, my cock began to jump up and down as if it was dry heaving trying to find the ejaculate that it so desperately wanted to release.

From the depths of my groin, my balls managed to find some jizz held back from my first orgasm. One small rope had a short flight as it only shot maybe six inches from the head of my pulsing cock. Two more drizzles of my white sauce ran from the little slit and down my shaft until it finally pooled at the base joining the clear, slick fluid that Heather contributed.

As both of our orgasms subsided, I felt as if I was truly deflated of energy and just remained there motionless without the will to even release my hands from under my butt. Apparently, my untouched penis had different ideas as it just rested on my belly, hard as it had ever been without the slightest sign that it was going to soften.

I can only assume that due to the lack of physical contact that my cock thought that it was still on stage and remained ready for action. Eyeing my strong seven inches, Heather spun around on the couch and proceeded to start licking up our cum, beginning with my thighs. My thighs, wet with only her cum, as was any place that wasn't in the close vicinity of my dick or balls, was hers.

I could not believe what I was seeing as this kewl and collect roommate of mine was now licking up her own squirt. What the hell, Heather is a freak, I thought to myself as she finished cleaning her cum off of me and was now heading for my dick area. 

Upon arriving at my cock, Heather grabbed it with a hand, held it up off of my abdomen and started to slurp up the pool of her cum mixed with my thick white sauce. Once she had successfully cleaned my belly of our combined Juices, she began her slow northern climb up my shaft, using her lips and tongue to clean my shaft.

My cock started to flex as her tongue and lips crested the crown before pushing its way between the soft fold of her mouth. I had already blown two loads and this was barely the first time that she had even touched me. I only got to enjoy her warm mouth sliding over my cock because of the two orgasms that I previously had. Otherwise, I would have sprayed my jizz at her throat before she would have ever had the chance to complete a single stroke.

She slowly massaged my muscle with her lips as she tried to push further down onto me only to momentarily gag once she hit the back of her throat. She had tried two more times, with the same result, before lifting her mouth off of me and exclaiming to me, "Oh my gawd, your cock tastes so good, but I need you to fuck me, right now."

Lifting herself from between my legs and off the couch, she grabbed my legs and spun them to where my feet were on the floor and I was sitting. Only as I notice my phone sitting on the coffee table did I remembered that it was still recording.

Now, with me sitting properly on the couch, Heather walked in between my legs and turned around presenting me with her ass. Reaching back, she grabbed my stiff tool and held it straight in the air as she lowered herself down to it. The view that I now had of her perfect ass as she started to tease her shinny wet pussy with the head of my cock was beyond description.

She lowered herself down onto me only enough to push the head into her wanting hole before rising back up allowing my dick to slap down onto my belly. Heather followed it down until she had it pinned between her ass cheeks and my pelvic bone.

Back and forth she started to ride my hard cock totally engulfing it with her pussy lips and ass cheeks. She had also reached down between her legs and grabbed my balls and began playing with them. Pulling my scrotum up, she started to play with her clit though the skin of my sack.

After a minute of her riding me, she knelt forward, and with my balls still in her hand, she pulled the lose skin making my dick stand up off of me. Sitting back upright, she latched the head of my dick onto her tight pussy and sank onto it. She continued slowly impaling herself until she was fully sitting on my lap with me buried deep inside her.

She began to shiver and moan while perched motionless upon me. I noticed the hair on her arms and back stand up as chills ran down her back.

Once she had adjusted to the 7" blunt object that was now violating her womb, she started to slowly gyrate her hips as if trying to somehow force more of me into her. Not that I would consider my penis as being big, but what I had was just enough as her inner canal was as stuffed as it could have been with my cock pressing the bottom of her sex.

Her channel that had it's grip on my shaft, would have led me to believe that she was a virgin had I not known better. Not really wanting an answer and to kill the moment, I quickly thought to myself that Rick must have had a lot smaller of a dick than mine.

Once she was comfortably impaled on my dick, she began to increase her speed, grinding her wetness onto me faster with every thrust until she was bucking feverishly. Her hips were almost a blur as she fucked my human dildo, resting her hands on my knees for support.

As I started to approach the point of no return, Heather clamped down on me and suddenly froze where she was at. A moment later, with her body trembling, I again felt my balls and thighs blanketed in the warmth of fluid. I couldn't see from the positing that we were in but I'm sure that my phone captured the moment that her pussy let loose again spraying a torrent of her cum onto me.

With Heather sitting on my cock waiting for the super sensitive feeling to subside, I used this opportunity to seize control. I bucked my hips up into her, popping her up high enough and long enough for me to place my hands under her ass and hold her there as I started to drive my dick up into her.

It was no secret that I was pounding her pussy as the sound of our dripping sex was very loud, thanks to her squirting a minute ago. With my dick hammering away, she started to wail as another orgasm shot through her. Having no intention of stopping until I unloaded my orgasm on her, I continued drilling away at her cunt as she sprayed yet another large amount of cum.

Not being able to physically support herself with her arms, she fell forward which in turn pulled her ass cheeks apart giving me a great view of her lips as they stretched around my shaft on the out and then pushed back up on the in stroke. Her tight little asshole was staring straight at me which brought me to that point.

I could no longer hold off as my head spun out of control and I began unloading into her. My orgasm seemed to last forever as my balls searched for the cum that wasn't there anymore. That didn't seem to make a difference to her tight cunt as it continued to flex around me trying to coax any jizz it could from me.

Finally giving up the fight, Heather leaned back onto my chest, resting her head on my shoulder and with no sign of remorse, just said "wow." 

Turning her head towards my face, she asked, "can I tell you something?" 

Out of breath, I just grunted "uh huh."

"I've never squirted before tonight," she confessed.

Amazed at this revelation, I was also happy that if not only for a short time she had forgotten about Rick. Be it the wine, the pot or the combination of both, Rick had been put on the back burner as she fucked me like a sex deprived, middle aged housewife.

As Heather leaned forward to detach herself from me, a large amount of sticky white sperm flowed out of her gash and dribbled down onto my deflating dick. Somehow, I did manage to produce a fairly substantial creampie which Heather was more than happy to clean up again.

From that night on, our roommate relationship had definitely changed to the interesting.