Three Weeks--the entire story!!

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Three Weeks--the entire story!!

Unread post by anton » Wed May 24, 2017 10:22 pm

How did you guys find this from 2009? Anyway, thanks for the PMs and the rekindled interest in the story, it was my first erotic story and still my favorite.

You ask: Why were the first two chapters always missing? Because they were not hotwife and so seemed off-topic. I wrote two chapters thinking it was a regular erotic story before I realized where my sub-brain was taking me, haha. The remainder of the story revolves entirely around my hot-wife/hot-girlfriend fixation, so press on through (or even skip the first two chapters). Perhaps, between the lines, you can read my self-discovery in the prose as it happened, ha. I'm like: who am I? Hmm. Am I a voyeurism erotic author? Well... Am I a lesbian erotic author? Nah, Am I--oh, no wait, I see--I'm a hotwife erotic author, ta-da!
Please continue to post or PM feedback, it's my only fee!
- Anton


Three Weeks

Summary:
Kevin Peterson’s uneventful sex life (total partners: 1, i.e. his girlfriend, Jennifer) takes a dramatic turn in college when his new roommate, Brad, turns out to be the campus super-stud. His sophomore year becomes a voyeuristic whirlwind as the campus’ hottest women are all fighting to get naked and laid by his roommate right in front of Kevin’s eyes. Kevin eagerly awaits the arrival of Jennifer for a three-week visit to finally relieve the pent-up tension from all this watching, but he worries about what might happen, bringing his innocent girlfriend into a sexually-charged situation like this. His concerns are well-founded, as the bizarre events of those three weeks turn his entire world upside down.

Prologue (North Tower Apartments, 2002)

I already had an erection when she stopped the elevator. In order to pull the lever to stop the elevator, she had to lean forward and across in front of me, brushing her hair across my face, leaning into me. I also saw the front of her red silk dress sag forward and away from her cleavage as she leaned, showing me the round tops of her breasts all the way to just above her nipples as I drank in the feminine, perfumed smell of her hair.
Did I say an erection? I was so hard that it was painfully straining the front of my pants.
I couldn’t believe how wet my hard cock and all over the inside of my boxers was. And obvious. One glance at the full-tent with a rapidly-expanding dark wet spot at the tip gave her a full report of my condition. After she stopped the elevator, I watched her stare at my pants-tent as she sexily bit her lower lip, unsure of what she would do. I knew her well enough to know that she might tell me something. This is what I wanted more than anything. I wanted her so badly to tell me – even more than I wanted to fuck her. And fucking her is something that I wanted to do pretty fucking desperately, but I knew she wouldn’t let me, today or ever. I didn’t know exactly what she would tell me, but knowing her, I knew she’d come up with something good. At least I hoped she would.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. None of that part of my life would make much sense unless you understood what came before, during my ‘formative’ years…

Chapter 1 (Claremore University, 1997)

My sophomore year of college was when it all started.
As I drove towards campus at the beginning of that school year, my mind wandered over the events (or should I say non-events) of the previous years. Naturally, at 19, sex was job #1. It was what I thought about nearly every moment of the day, as I was right then, while driving toward campus, about to begin my sophomore year. What had gone wrong? After years of effort, I had only had one sexual partner in my life, Jennifer. She was my first, and only, girlfriend. We started dating in high school.
Jennifer and I started out as study partners in high school, and she was truthfully pretty nerdy and shy about boys. We were each other’s first relationship, and over the course of our senior year we worked our way through the bases up to having sex. Although I could never bring her to orgasm, she seemed to grow a lot from the experience. As she grew comfortable with sex, she sort of blossomed and began dressing and carrying herself in a much more feminine way. You suddenly became aware that she had a very nice petite body (if a little girlish). Her breasts were not overly large – a high B, maybe C cup, but man, for what they were, they were perfect. Covered under her typical nerdy clothing, you wouldn’t know they were there at all, but the first time I saw them bare, I was floored. The shape, the skin, the elevation, the nipples, everything was exactly right and without flaw. I had discovered gold in those hills. These were breasts which could compare favorably with any breasts in the world. She began to buy and wear clothing which was not overtly sexy, but still, conveyed a much clearer sense of the treasures beneath.
By the time spring came along, a lot of guys were starting to notice her, and I sensed a lot of “what’s she doing with him” vibe, and I was actually anxious for the school year to end so we could be by ourselves. It was a great summer, and although the sex didn’t seem to set her on fire, she really did seem to like me a lot. At the end of the summer, she was pretty upset about it when I said I wanted to “see other people” in college.
I know, I know, it sounds crazy, but there is no optimism like the optimism of youth. I was convinced that college would be one continuous 4-year orgy, and having a girlfriend seemed like it might get in the way. The worst part is, I was probably in love with her, but on the other hand I was 18 and fundamentally obeyed a different organ than my heart.
It turned out not to be such a good move. When I arrived at college, I immediately hit on every attractive girl in our dorm, got uniformly shot down, then hit on every mediocre-looking girl in our dorm, got uniformly shot down, and was working my way through the dogs when the semester mercifully came to an end. Back home over winter break, I crawled back to Jennifer, and finally got some again. Although we were officially back together, once back at school I kept trying to get laid. Am I bad? Well, my thinking was, since I never had any success in my attempts to cheat on Jen, I never really did anything wrong, and so with a free conscience, I returned to Jennifer over the summer. She welcomed me back unquestioningly, and truthfully we had another terrific summer together.
However, that summer had now come to an end, and as I made the six hour drive away from home and Jen and back to college, my thoughts returned to the hot women of Claremore U., and to one girl in particular, Wendy, who I’d presumably see in a few hours.
Mmmm. Just thinking about Wendy always had the same effect on me. I unconsciously took a hand off the steering wheel and began rubbing myself through my pants. While I’d had no sexual success at college, that didn’t mean I didn’t get ANY action – my right hand was my nightly comfort, and I had plenty of hot women living all around me, keeping me in a perpetually horny state and giving me plenty of material for my nightly (and morning and afternoon) masturbatory fantasy. While our university is known for its hot women – the campus was crawling with them – the stars of my fantasies tended to be the girls living right down the hall.
Yes, I had plenty of masturbation material, but the star of my personal show was unquestionably Wendy. She may not have been the number one absolute hottest girl on campus, but she was close to it, and something about her just made every nerve in my crotch tingle. Her body was perfect, about 5’7”, definitely on the skinny side of slender, but with the kind of eye-popping D-cup breasts which look so startling on so thin a frame. She had long straight, perfect dark hair nearly to her waist, and a cute, slightly pudgy girlish face with full sexual lips which she never, never, failed to cover in bright red lipstick. As did many girls at our warm-weather school, she tended to favor short-to-mini-skirts, which were so tight you could really tell the shape of her pelvis. I loved how as she walked she was so slender that the front of her pelvis was slightly concave, drawing your eye, and making you think pussy, pussy, pussy. Her legs were in great shape with taught muscles; just on the perfect side of being too skinny, which is exactly to my tastes.
Wendy also happened to live right next door to me all freshman year (and would again this year), and as a result I had memorized every inch of her, and was constantly thinking of her. Another compounding factor was our cheapo dormitory building – the walls were like paper, which was an annoyance at first, until I quickly realized the benefits. Sound traveled remarkably clearly through the walls; it was like you were in the same room. Incredible. As a result, I was constantly overhearing Wendy’s conversations, listening to her weight shift around her room, hearing her move from her desk to her bed. As she went to sleep, I’d snuggle up against the wall in my bed to feel the vibrations of her shifting around in her bed, unbearably turned on that her luscious body was lying right on the other side of the thin drywall from my bed and from my rock hard dick, which I’d hold in my well-lubed hand and rub gently against the wall that separated me from her.
Naturally, Wendy had been the first girl I hit on at college, thinking “this is my lucky day”, but she was so far out of my league it was just silly. Now I have to admit, I’m no Romeo. Average height, average weight, average-looking. And my cock, well, average might be a little generous, if you must know. Let’s call it five inches. (The one girl in my life who had been good enough to touch it, Jennifer, never seemed to show much enthusiasm.)
A few weeks into freshman year, Wendy got a boyfriend. He seemed a decent guy (though of course I hated him), and was the studly, frat-boy, varsity-type guy that you’d expect her to date. Way out of my league. While I was bummed that she got a boyfriend, there was an unexpected benefit the night of their third date. They came in, both pretty buzzed, and made a lot of noise running into things as they entered her room. Immediately, I heard the sound of them stripping each others’ clothes off, and of her dropping her high heels on the floor. Wendy and he landed on the bed, and the impact shook the wall between us. I nestled up against the wall, dick in hand, and the vibrations were transmitted so clearly through the wall that I felt like I was in bed with them. A ménage a three. Four, if you count the wall. I listened carefully, and could clearly hear sounds of her sucking on his dick, and then the scuffle as they arranged themselves to start fucking.
She let out a little “oh’ as he thrust into her, and he immediately settled into a slow even rhythm of pumping her. Her bed bumped gently against the wall on each thrust, and gradually, she began to let out a little rhythmic moan with each thrust which grew louder over time. He never changed his rhythm, although it did become more forceful. She began saying “unh” louder on each thrust, and was clearly taking it all. I was in heaven, and sprayed my load all over the wall. As my still rock hard dick pulsed out its last spurt-less spasms, I heard him grunt, “I’m coming” and there was a brief acceleration and then silence.
Over the course of the year, this became a regular occurrence among the three of us, and I became intimately familiar with the sound of her sweet voice in the throes of ecstasy; all her little moans, and whimpers, and kitten mews. I’d see her out in the hallway, and would feel like I had known her so intimately. However, whenever she’d catch me drinking in the sight of her body (me forgetting myself, staring at her crotch), she would give me a disgusted ‘fuck off’ look, and I’d be reminded that our perceived intimacy was entirely one-sided.
Anyway, Wendy and her boyfriend stayed together the entire freshman year, and appeared to be very much in love. They were one of those couples that hook up so early in the year and stay together that everyone just thinks of them as a unit. I heard that they made arrangements to be in the same city over the summer break so they could see each other, and I and the other guys on our floor resigned ourselves to the fact that they’d probably stay together and end up married.

Or so we thought.

After a long, horny drive, I finally arrived on campus, a little late, and most students had already moved in. I wondered if Brad would already be there.
Sophomore year, I would have a new roommate Brad. He transferred into our major state university from a small rural college. As it turned out, I hadn’t been able to find anyone to agree to room with me at the end of freshman year, so I knew they would assign me a ‘random’, which was usually a transfer student. I was actually looking forward to it, since I hadn’t made many close friends freshman year, and figured I could help out the new guy, show him the ropes, and have someone to hang out with.
The hallways were full of chatting students catching up, and I was reminded (after seeing only Jennifer all summer) of how many incredibly hot girls populated the school. Everywhere I looked, tight blouses, tanned legs, girls in denim shorts and bare feet with painted red toenails lounging in the carpeted hallways.
I made my way towards my room, anxious to meet my new roommate, Brad. I’d been notified by mail who he was and his contact info and we exchanged a few brief Emails. I had written to welcome him, and told him I’d be glad to help him get oriented, introduce him to some cool people and show him some of the places I liked to hang out. He Emailed back his thanks and that he’d appreciate that. I felt a little bad that I was late getting to school, since he had probably been there all morning and afternoon, not knowing anyone and maybe feeling a little out of place.
I got to my hallway, and as I approached I saw the door to my room was slightly ajar. I was glad that Brad had apparently had no problems getting the key and getting in. Passing by Wendy’s room (she was going to be in the same room next door again this year, for which I was very thankful), I peeked in, hoping to catch a glimpse of her butt or down her blouse as she was unpacking, but her room was disappointingly empty.
Moving on to my door, I put down my bags and pushed open the door, a little nervous about meeting my new roommate. As I stepped in, I stopped short, stunned by what I saw. Brad had clearly moved in - his stuff was neatly arranged on his side of the room - but he was nowhere to be found. Instead, I was startled to see three of the hottest girls I’d ever seen together in a group, sitting on Brad’s side of the room. They were all dressed very sexily, one in the chair beside the desk in a miniskirt with her legs crossed, dangling a high heel shoe from her toe. The other two sitting comfortably on the bed with their legs tucked under them. Obviously they had been excitedly chatting about something when they saw the door open, and had all looked up abruptly to see who came in. They looked like they were quite settled in, and had been there a while. As my eyes swept across and took in the scene, I realized that one of the girls on the bed was Wendy! The other two I had seen around campus the previous year, and I had to admit that despite my personal bias for Wendy, they were both even sexier than her.
I stood there stammering slightly, unsure how to react to being confronted by these babes installed in my dorm room. To my knowledge, they were the first women inside that room since I had moved in a year earlier. They looked at me standing there for a second, then turned back to each other and resumed their conversation, paying me no further notice. While I felt a warm glow of excitement in my loins just having these three incredible girls in my room, after the rush of surprise wore off, I began to feel a little uncomfortable standing in the presence of such hotness, being ignored. As I focused attention on their conversation, I realized what they were talking about so excitedly – my new roommate, Brad!
The girl in the miniskirt was saying, “I heard he transferred in from Benton, and he was personally recruited by the football coach.”
“Oh my God, he’s an athlete, too? It’s too much!” the other girl on the bed responded.
Wendy then said, “What he should be doing is modeling or acting or something”.
To which the first girl responded, “Oh, he does. I heard him tell another girl this morning that he spent his summer shooting commercials and a calendar in Greece.”
All three then did a sort of simultaneous swooning noise: “aoohh”.
Finally, I managed to get some words out. “Wendy,” I said, “what’s going on, why are you all in here?”
Wendy, clearly a little irritated at the interruption, turned to me briefly. “We’re waiting for Brad,” she said simply, and turned back to the other girls.
I waited a few moments before speaking again, “Umm, so you’ve met my new roommate?” This time she just ignored me completely, so I repeated my question. Rolling her eyes, she snapped at me, “Of course we’ve met him.” Seeing I wasn’t going away, she continued, ”He just stepped out… oh I guess it’s an hour ago… to go buy some books and he said he’d be back this afternoon sometime.”
“So you’re just going to wait here all afternoon?” I asked.
This time I got no response, as Wendy was back deep in conversation. Feeling very awkward but nonetheless turned on by being so close to three such sexy bodies, I slowly turned to go get my things. I started unpacking on my side of the room, effectively invisible to the three sexy girls. As I did, I listened more to their conversation.
As time wore on, they made themselves more and more comfortable while deep in conversation, Wendy kicking her shoes off and lying back on the bed. She flopped back and picked up a pillow and pulled it over her face.
“He’s just SOOO CUUUUUUTE!” she yelled into the pillow, in rapture.
As she lay there, her right knee came up slightly off the bed, and I found myself looking right up her little skirt between her tanned thighs. Her petite silvery panties practically glowed in my eyes and had my full attention. The gentle fullness which I had been feeling in my cock since walking into the room immediately began becoming a full hard-on. She was still covering her face, and the other two girls were facing each other, so I had carte blanche to enjoy the sight at my leisure. The room is not very big, so I was really quite close and could see everything very clearly. Her position had pulled the already small panties quite tight across her pussy. The band of material was slightly off center, so on one side the fabric edge was just outside her labia. I could clearly make out the shorter, finer hairs growing from the edges of the labia, and then the smooth, hairless soft skin further out to the side. Because of the tension in the panties, I could clearly see the gentle mounds outlining her pussy – Wendy’s perfect, heavenly, unspeakably sexy, center-of-my-universe pussy. I couldn’t believe that after a year of thinking about it, imagining it, worshipping it from afar, I was finally actually looking at “it”. She was oblivious, and I moved over to sit at my desk and pretended to read a book. I was facing straight towards Brad’s bed, and from this angle, my lower body was hidden from them by the desk. I eased my hand into my shorts and around my rock hard pole. The feeling of direct contact with my dick while looking at Wendy’s pussy was overwhelming.
Habitually, my brain slipped into its usual fantasies about Wendy, but it was profoundly different having the object of my fantasies right in front of me in such a position that I could see up her skirt. I began visualizing myself pushing those thighs apart and easing the cock I was holding towards that luscious target. I visualized slipping a finger under the band of material and pushing it a little further to the side so the pussy was uncovered, then easing my dick into her. Just like I’d heard her boyfriend do to her a hundred times before… Her boyfriend? That reminded me. Where was he in all of this? I knew from a guy who hung out with them over the summer that they were still together. Why was Wendy sitting here talking about and waiting for Brad?
At exactly that moment, I heard a voice through the wall say, “Hello, Wen?” It was unmistakably Wendy’s boyfriend, knocking on her door on his way into her room next door. Wendy bolt upright on the bed, waving her hands at the other girls, and whispering, “shh, shh, shh”. They ceased conversation and all listened to Wendy’s boyfriend through the wall. He was walking through her room, and picked up the phone and dialed a number.
“Hello, Kate? This is Ted. Is Wendy over there with you by any chance? Oh, okay. Well, if you see her tell her to give me a call. Thanks. Bye”.
All three girls held their breath as Wendy’s boyfriend walked out of Wendy’s room and came down the hall towards my door. His footsteps got louder as he got closer to my door, and Wendy silently flailed her arms and moved as if to hide or something, but it was unnecessary - I knew the absolute last place he would look for Wendy would be in my room! He continued on past my door and on down the hallway. Once his footsteps had passed far down the hallway, all three girls released their breath simultaneously in giggling laughter.
They began talking excitedly, “Oh my God, Wendy, you’re so bad!”
Wendy shrugged it off, then got a thoughtful look and said, “It’s weird, you can hear everything so clearly through these walls; they must be paper thin; it was almost like he was here in this room.”
Almost immediately, they dropped the subject of Wendy’s boyfriend and started talking about Brad again. As they got into it, Wendy lay back again, putting the pillow over her face, saying “Brad, Brad, Brad, Brad….”. I played with myself, staring up Wendy’s skirt, getting more and more excited, and listening to their conversation. They clearly couldn’t get enough of talking about him.
The girl at the desk had taken off both shoes and she stood up and crawled onto the bed with the other two, saying softly in a conspiratorial voice, “Okay, I have to ask you guys, did you happen to notice his crotch?”
“Oh my God! How could you not,” screamed Wendy, pulling the pillow off her face onto her taught tummy. “It’s such a ridiculous bulge, I think it must be fake, like a sock or something he stuffs in his pants.”
“Oh no,” replied the first girl emphatically, “I am 100% sure it’s real.”
Wendy raised her beautiful foot on the bed to slightly turn herself towards the other girl, looking her in the eye, giving me an even better view of her pussy. “What? How can you be so sure?” Wendy asked.
The girl answered in a level, very serious sounding voice: “I was watching it very carefully, and when he was sitting on the floor, I could clearly make out, through the material of his pants, the shape of both his balls and his huge shaft running way down the right pant leg…Way, way down.”
The other girl giggled, but Wendy’s reaction was more like she was in a dreamy, ecstatic state, “oooooohhhmmm,” she said to the ceiling as she lay languid on the bed, “you could really see the shaft?”
“Oh yeah, it was incredibly huge…” the girl answered, “and the head too”.
Wendy seemed practically in her own world at this point, and she murmured, more to herself than anyone else, “the head too…” At that moment, I could clearly see a large damp spot appear on the light fabric of her panties right over her pussy.

After enjoying the visual feast of those three sexy women up close for the better part of the afternoon, I realized that I had only an hour left before the bookstore closed. Brad still had not shown up, and the girls appeared to have infinite patience and in no way put out that they had been waiting for him for hours. Reluctantly, I headed out to pick up my textbooks, sorry to leave the view behind. I consoled myself with the thought that there would probably be a long line at the bookstore, full of tanned girls in tank tops and skirts, sweaty and exhausted from the warm September day, resting themselves by sitting on their books, the tables, the floor while waiting in line. That was one of my fondest memories of the first day of freshman year, a day on which, (predating my epic chain of romantic failures to follow), I was aflutter in anticipation, earnestly believing that much of what I saw, and more, would inevitably be mine. Hah.
The bookstore did not disappoint, and I returned home hornier than ever. As I walked home, I mused over what I had overheard at the bookstore. Clearly, Brad had just left the bookstore when I arrived, because I heard several (most?) of the girls waiting in line talking about him. He had clearly made an impression, and they continued to exchange comments and gossip about who he was and how hot he was. A group of beautiful sorority sisters had been animatedly discussing the same information I had heard earlier, that he was a football star and transfer. A girl was talking to the group who was apparently also a transfer from Benton (which was a relatively small school), and said Brad was quite famous among the women there. She said he had been universally known as the hottest guy on campus, but the most common rumor among the women was that he was incredibly well hung. She said, “What I heard was that he was so big it actually could have been a problem if it weren’t for the fact that he was so incredibly good with it.”
This greatly excited the group of girls, and they probed her to see if it was really true.
She replied, “I heard it from several girls…I mean, by the end of the year, he had pretty much had all of the prettiest girls on campus (maybe that’s why he decided to transfer), and from what I heard, after having him, it was hard for those girls to go back to regular guys again.”
The group of babes were clearly impressed and aroused, murmuring, “wow” in a somewhat subdued way, each lost in her own reverie, digesting this information.
I arrived back at my dorm, and I eagerly opened the door, hoping to resume my inconspicuous consumption of the visual delights of the three beauties. I was devastated to find the room completely empty. Apparently Godot had finally returned, and they had all gone out somewhere.
To tell you the truth, I was not entirely disappointed not to find Brad there. While I had looked forward to having a new, clueless buddy to show around the campus, I was beginning to get the picture that this was not going to be the situation I had imagined, and was feeling a little intimidated. On the other hand, living with a guy who caused such hot women to be littered about the place could only be a good thing, and most certainly an improvement on the past lonely year.
In any case, I took a few beers that night from a keg a guy had in his room down the hall when no one was looking. They weren’t really friends of mine, but nobody objected to me hanging around while they partied the first night of the school year away. I kept an eye out for Brad and the Girls, but no luck. Finally, I gave up, went back to my room and passed out in my bed at midnight.

I was deep in a beer-soaked dream about the three girls when I was sharply awoken by a loud thump. I looked around the darkened room, and all I could see was the light coming from the crack under the door, and the light streaming through the window from a lamppost outside. I noticed movement under the door, and flinched involuntarily at another loud thump on the door, sounding like a heavy person or persons falling against it.
I heard the doorknob turn, and the door creaked open, flooding the room with blinding light from outside, and two figures, locked in embrace, fairly fell into the room. They regained their balance, and as the door closed behind them, I could see that it was a guy and girl in a heavy makeout session, lips locked together and grinding into each other. The guy’s thigh was pushed between hers, and she began humping against it as she kissed him. He was considerably taller than her, and she arched her back beautifully to reach his lips. Her skirt had ridden up so high that it was essentially a belt, bunched up around her waist, completely revealing her light, silvery panties beneath. In a glance I could tell her body was fantastic – flawless in every way, really. His hands were hungrily grabbing handfuls of her ass, lifting her up towards him and onto his thigh.
By this time, I was fully awake, and realized that this must be Brad, bringing home his conquest at the end of a night out. I eased my head down on the pillow in the shadows of my side of the room, my eyes slightly shielded by my arm. Feigning sleep seemed the most prudent course of action. Nevertheless, in this position, I could clearly observe them, and I was fortunate in that the light from the window was angled over towards Brad’s bed, so my end of the room was in deep shadow.
Still lip-locked, they fell towards Brad’s bed, and as they passed into the light from the window, the girl’s long dark hair swung out, and I involuntarily started in a gasp of recognition. It was WENDY! Apparently, my reaction was audible, since Wendy flinched at the sound. As she broke off her kiss to turn her head and look towards my bed, I closed my eyes and played possum like my life depended on it.
“Omigod, there’s somebody in here!” she whispered very forcefully.
“There is??” I heard Brad reply. There was a rustling sound as they sat up to peer over at my bed. Brad said, “That must be my roommate.”
After a pause, in which I could feel them looking closely at me, Wendy responded, “It is, I know that guy – Kevin. (I was somewhat surprised she knew my name) He’s your roommate…Tell him to get the hell out of here!” she continued.
I cringed inside.
Brad responded, “What, are you serious, you want me to wake him up?”
“Yes!” Wendy replied emphatically, “I don’t want him in here, he’s a weird guy and kind of creepy, and I can’t possibly get, you know, into it, if he’s lying there.” (Ego: ouch.)
Brad’s response was suddenly forceful and decisive, “Look, Wendy, I haven’t even been introduced to the guy, and we’re going to be sharing this room all year. I’m not going to wake him up and tell him to get out of his own room. I’m just not going to do it.”
I liked him already.
It was clear that as Brad talked about it, he was getting more irritated at her demand. “Besides,” he continued, “he’s totally out, what difference does it make if he’s here? Anyway, if you don’t like it, maybe you should go home.”
Wendy immediately reacted in a plaintive, apologetic tone, “No no no, Brad, I’m sorry, I don’t want to go, I’m sorry, I was just overreacting.” She paused, and continued, “Umm…why don’t we both go over to my friend’s dorm? She hasn’t even moved in yet, I picked up her key for her, and we can have the whole room to ourselves.” I guessed that Wendy wanted to avoid her room in case her boyfriend came looking for her.
I could feel that they were looking the other way, and gradually cracked my eyes open. They were standing in the middle of the room again, looking at each other. Brad let out a sigh, “Listen Wendy, I’m getting a little tired and not really in the mood anymore. Why don’t we call it a night, and I’ll give you a call later.”
Wendy sounded panicked, “No no, please Brad, it’s fine, it’s fine, we’ll stay here. I don’t mind at all. Please, come back to the bed.” She pulled him by the hand towards Brad’s bed. “I’m sorry I said anything, I really want to stay.” Feeling his resistance as she pulled his hand, she continued, “Please, baby, I’ll make you very happy if you let me stay. Believe me. I’ll do everything you want. Please. Tell me what you like, I’ll do it. I’m all yours, every part of me.”
Wendy said this in a husky, inviting way which I had never heard, even after a year of listening to her voice through the wall between our rooms. The raw, liquid sexuality of her tone, coming from this girl who had been the center of my fantasies for a year straight, brought me back to my senses. Up until this moment I had been so startled by their appearance (and worrying that I’d be evicted) that I had completely forgotten to get turned on at all. Hearing her familiar voice offer herself sexually, in such an unfamiliar, desperate, plaintive, tone, passed through me like a shock wave of arousal, and I had, nearly instantly, the firmest erection of my life. It stood up stridently, pushing out my boxers and instantly wetting the tip in pre-cum. Very slowly and silently, I eased my free hand under the covers and inside my boxers, and curled it around the base of my cock.
Brad still seemed a little ticked off. “I don’t know, Wendy, I really am tired.” I (with my hand around my cock) was amazed that anyone could respond like this to Wendy’s pleas. I had never heard a girl talk like that in my entire life, but Brad seemed unaffected, maybe even used to it.
Wendy seemed to decide it was time to pull out all the stops. She eased closer to him and slid her hand slowly up Brad’s thighs, then began rubbing back and forth over his crotch through his pants. She whispered to him in a voice which was a mix of desperation, sensuality, and barely contained sexual excitement.
“Please, Brad. Fuck me.” she said. (I almost came, and had to let go of my cock for a second.)
She continued, “I’ll do anything. Anything. I’ll suck your cock for hours if you want. Wouldn’t you like to just lie back and let me make you come in my mouth?” She paused, (still rubbing her hand back and forth over his cock), and slowly let her sexy red lips part and her mouth drop open, her tongue just slightly out, as if to show him where he could put his sperm. I was so excited I thought I could die.
She continued, “Or you can fuck me…any way you want, as long as you want, however you want. You would love my pussy, please, just let me show you. Or you can fuck my ass. I’ll do anything you tell me to do. I’ll even fuck your friends, if you want me to.” (note to self: become Brad’s friend)
After Wendy’s exhortations, Brad’s interest clearly began to pick up again, and he let her lead him back to sit on the bed. She remained standing. He responded playfully, “Well, when you put it that way…what are you offering, exactly?” I could see a rush pass through Wendy’s body as she realized Brad wasn’t going to send her away. She was standing directly in the beam of light from the window, and I could see her sumptuous body perfectly - highlighted and surrounded by shadow. I began slowly pumping my shaft under the covers, drinking the sight of her in.
Standing in the pale white light, it was as if she were the only thing in the room, and Brad, the beds, desks, and chairs faded into the darkness surrounding her radiant, flawless form. Although I had already long ago memorized every detail of Wendy’s body, it was profoundly different somehow, having her so close and so aroused, here in my own room, like a jewel on black cloth in a showcase for me to view and fetish and obsess while I deliciously slid my hand all around my soaking wet dick.
She was wearing beautiful high heels, her toes painted dark red, the height of the heels giving the perfect flex to her slender calves. The legs were as flawless as ever, muscles slightly tense from the tension of her excitement. My eyes followed the long thighs up to her waist, where the soft fabric of her skirt had fallen down in back, but was still riding up in front, perhaps caught in the waistband of her panties. A few inches of her exceedingly slender tummy were visible below the edge of the light material of her blouse, the lower edge of which hung loosely, away from her body, suspended by her breasts, rising and falling as she breathed heavily.
Her breasts, as always, were a little awkwardly large for the small-size blouse, and tightly stretched the material around them rhythmically as she breathed. Her nipples were hard, emphatic pebbles, casting sharp shadows in the angled light. Her hair was swept back from her face except for a long, unruly strand running right down her cheek and wetted to her mouth, which hung slightly open, lips swollen and lipstick lightly smeared from the kissing. I ate it up, and felt myself approaching orgasm even before she had so much as moved from the spot. With difficulty, I held off orgasm, wanting to make it last. Just as I felt I was getting it under control, Wendy slowly began to unbutton her blouse…

I let go of my dick under the covers, managing to hold off, yet it continued to jerk and pulse on its own, seemingly in celebration. My mind simply couldn’t grasp the fact that Wendy was no more than six feet from me, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, and that I was mere seconds from seeing the naked body I had been aching to see every night for a year.
As the third then fourth button came undone, the top of her blouse began to spill open at the top, sliding off her shoulders and hanging on her arms. Her lacey white bra seemed florescent against the skin of her chest and shoulders. I had seen her in a bra on a few, precious occasions through the doorway of the ladies room and her dorm room. Just as before, it was breathtaking. The unusually large globes seemed to push together and out over the top edge of the material, like she was unwilling to admit that she needed a slightly larger size bra. She finished unbuttoning the blouse, and lowered her arms behind her, so it fell to her wrists, then slid off to drop onto the floor.
She deftly reached both hands behind her back to the clasp of the bra, arching her back. The position strained the bra even tighter against her breasts, threatening to burst, and the well-defined slight muscles of her abdomen tensed and rippled from the position as she hesitated for a moment, building Brad’s (and my) suspense.
This was the moment. It seemed surreal; I was about to see her bare breasts. I had spent so many hours thinking about them, wondering what her nipples were like; brownish, pinkish, large, small? At last she undid the clasp, and the bra really did seem to burst. The strained elastic popped from her hands, and the bra flew forward several feet before hitting the floor, and she stood, arms still slightly behind her, arching her chest, which rose and fell rapidly with her excited breathing.
Fantastic.
They were just as great as one would expect. Round and full, the loss of the bra’s support allowed them to sag ever so slightly, enough to show they were real, but fantastic. And big. Wendy always seemed too skinny to have breasts that size, and now, bare from the waist up, it seemed more so. Her abdomen was so slender and narrow, and the huge twin globes stood unnaturally forward and also to the sides. The roundness of the breasts made the sides curve out well beyond the width of her ribcage, completing the shocking impression. The nipples were medium sized and perfectly round, standing up as hard pebbles in her obvious excitement.
After so many months of imagining Wendy’s breasts, in the flesh they were not far from what I had envisioned. Fantastic. Although, to be perfectly honest, they still were not in the same category as my girlfriend Jennifer’s. Sure Wendy was much hotter in every other way, which made it hard to neutrally judge, but my Jennifer’s breasts, though smaller, had an utter perfection about them that was hard to put into words, and were, in truth, superior even to these. Not that this fleeting thought detracted one iota from my excitement at that moment. I still was shaking under the covers, and could not yet risk fully grabbing my cock for fear of coming before this all played out. Also, the room was truly silent, and any forceful spurts of ejaculation might actually be heard. Staring at Wendy’s topless splendor, I allowed myself only two fingertips to slightly touch the underside of my cock, holding myself on the brink of orgasm.
More quickly than I expected, Wendy dropped her skirt and panties, kicking them off over her shoes. Her breasts jiggled obscenely as she bent over to do this. When she stood back up, I saw she was very neatly trimmed, with just the right amount of tiny short bush. Now fully naked except for her heels, she was magnificent.
She stood and posed for just a moment, then began to sexily step towards Brad. He stood to put his arms around her as she approached, and they kissed. Her right foot actually did the classic heel lift as their lips met, but it had a much greater visual effect with her naked body. Her calves and thighs and ass looked fantastic, muscles tense.
I could see that Brad had an obvious erection in his jeans, and I mean obvious. The conversation I had overheard earlier now made perfect sense, because the bulge there was so huge that it really left no doubt of the massive presence underneath. Wendy slid her hand onto it as they kissed, and visibly did a double take as her hand found it.
She broke off the kiss and involuntarily looked downward. “Oh! Is that…” she hesitated as her hand worked its way down, following the huge bulge down his pants leg. “Oh my God, Brad, is that,” she said, “…oh my God, it is.”
Her body seemed to shiver as she realized, apparently, first, what her hand was touching, and second, what she might be in for. “Oh God, Brad, oh GOD,” she kind of moaned as she returned to making out with him, shivering and rubbing her bare pussy on his right thigh.
Wendy sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Brad, still standing, closer to her. As they were slightly at an angle to me, Brad was facing away from me and the left half of Wendy’s face was shielded from me by his torso. She reached up and unbuckled his belt. She unbuttoned his pants, and I heard her pull the zipper down. I saw her put a hand on each side of the pants above his hips, and she pulled them and his boxers smoothly down toward his knees. As the pants approached his knees, his erection apparently sprung loose from his pants and popped up, and even from my angle - with him facing almost completely away from me - I thought I saw the tip swing up, impossibly far out from his body, then back out of view near his stomach. Although I couldn’t see it, Wendy, who was sitting face to face with it, was clearly stunned.
“Wha…omigod…wha…is that normal?” She said, “I mean, I mean, is that…is that…okay, is it normal?”
Brad, sounding clearly uncomfortable, said, “umm, yeah, it works fine.”
“Oh….” she said, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to…. I just didn’t… know…I mean, have you ever shown it to a doctor?” she blurted out, oddly, I thought.
Brad waited, hoping it was a rhetorical question, but Wendy kept looking at him, so stunned that it seemed she actually wanted an answer to her weird inquiry. Finally, he said, “Actually, yes, after a few… um… girls told me it was so… y’know… unusually large, I did once mention it to a doctor during a physical, and he said that it’s uncommon, but is not any kind of medical condition or anything. I mean, it works totally fine, and well… he said I was very lucky,” he finished awkwardly.
Wendy kind of snapped out of it, and said, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m being so weird, I just … I…” “…I love it.” She concluded simply.
Brad, his voice warming up, said gently, “Oh that’s okay, I know it’s a little…surprising”
Wendy seemed to realize she should stop talking, and reached up hesitantly towards his cock, with first one hand then both. Because of their position I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but judging by the motion of her elbows, she was running her hands up and down an unbelievably long shaft.
Clearly Brad was starting to enjoy what Wendy was doing to his cock. He let out a soft groan and reached out his hand to brace himself on the corner of the desk beside the bed. As he did, he stepped slightly sideways and rotated slightly, and suddenly his entire manhood emerged into my view. I now had a perfect side view of both of them, and I made an involuntary gasp as I saw the beast.
It was fully, fully, erect; so hard that the veins and the contours of the head stood out in relief from the surface. And enormous. It seemed to extend impossibly far up and out, perhaps 10 to 13 inches? I only got a glimpse, before the shock made me gasp.
They both heard the gasp sound I made, and both reflexively turned their heads towards the sound. I instantly shut my eyes and froze. I could tell by the sounds, however that Wendy did not stop what she was doing, and they clearly were paying no attention to anything else. After about 30 seconds I slowly reopened my eyes, and saw an incredible scene. I still had a great side view of both of them. He was standing with his knees slightly bent and back arched with his pelvis slightly out, still leaning on the desk for support. His huge cock extended out and upwards from his body, then bent gradually upwards in a wide arc. Wendy’s left hand was holding the shaft (I should say supporting, since her hand could get nowhere near all the way around it) about mid way through the arc, as it began to rise rapidly. Her other hand was further up the shaft, similarly supporting it from the far side; her thumb was on the underside, the bright red nail looking incredibly sexy against the broad pink/purple shaft. I could see her only the tips of her red fingernails peeking over the topside. At least one full hand width of bare shaft separated her two hands. Beyond her second hand, Brad’s endless cock was turned almost completely vertical. It rose up another inch or so before spreading into the huge head. Wendy had her mouth on the end, jaw obscenely open in a way that would have looked goofy if it wasn’t so hot, engulfing essentially just the tip in her wonderful lips, red lipstick now quite smeared. Huge gobs of saliva made frothy from the motion were oozing from the corners of her mouth down the shaft and also down her cheek. As I watched, the spit reached the bottom of her cheek and dangled off the edge of her chin, at last breaking loose and dripping onto the taut skin on top of her perfect breast, leaving a glistening wet spot which reflected the white light from the window. She had wetted his entire cock in her saliva, and it clearly had taken a lot. The saliva ran down the shaft in thick ropes, gathering above each of her hands and then running over the backs of her hands, some dripping off onto the carpet.
Since the head of Brad’s cock was well above the height of his belly button, Wendy had raised herself up on the bed. She had lifted her feet off the floor and now had her beautiful legs tucked up under her; her feet, still in her high-heeled shoes, were turned sort of sideways under her as she sat up on her heels. The stiletto heels peeked out from under the flawless skin of her round, sexy ass. Because the end of Brad’s dick pointed straight at the ceiling, she had to bend her head way over, so she was facing straight down with her mouth surrounding the top of his head.
She had been trying to stimulate him with her mouth and sort of rhythmically squeezing with her hands, but once his dick was fully wet, it appeared to occur to her that only a small fraction of his cock was getting any stimulation, and she began pumping with both hands over the whole length of the shaft, sliding both hands in opposite directions, apart to the base and the head, then together again to meet at mid-shaft. All the while she anchored the tip with her wide open mouth. Brad groaned loudly as soon as she started this, and apparently encouraged by this, she continued pumping, slowly, but firmly with gusto.
Slipping both hands deliciously around my soaking wet dick and balls under the covers, I was surprised at the ease at which I was holding off orgasm. Unquestionably, when I focused on the magnificence of Wendy’s naked body, I got incredibly turned on and felt the wild rush towards the brink. Oddly, though, while I had fantasized all the previous year about seeing the fucking that I regularly heard her and her boyfriend having, this night, seeing Wendy pumping on this otherwordly dick was somehow less arousing than I might have expected. I think that what I felt was more amazement and shock than arousal. The difference was that when you see a hot girl having sex in a movie, you mostly get turned on visualizing her doing to you what she’s doing on-screen. Here, although I had fantasized hundreds of times about Wendy sucking and pumping my dick, what I was seeing at that moment looked absolutely nothing like that. There was no analogy between what she was doing with this foot-long meat pole and what sexual activity meant to me.
On the other hand, it suddenly occurred to me that Brad might progress to fucking her soon, and this lightning thought catching me by surprise almost sent me over the edge. I released one, then both hands from my dick, hovering them inches away while my dick convulsed and the sensation surged right to the very brink of orgasm. It spasmed several times without spraying and then slowly, slowly eased back under control, and I brought my fingertips one by one gently back onto my turgid skin.
Although I suppose I might have expected to feel some reservations about my Wendy, who I had adored from not-so-afar for so long, fucking another man, there at that moment with my cock pulsing in my hand, I felt nothing of the sort. I pumped my shaft and rejoiced at the prospect that sweet Wendy, taut, slender little Wendy, Wendy who I loved and who always looked at me with such distaste and contempt, was about to have her pussy fucking destroyed by this guy’s gargantuan cock right here in front of me.
Her pussy. As I thought of it, my eyes naturally wandered down to stare at it. As she was sucking on Brad, she had risen up a little higher on her knees and was no longer sitting on her heels. As a result, her thighs and crotch were more open, and I now had had a clear look at her pussy while she made her best efforts at awkwardly blowing this monster cock. She was obviously flowing lubrication, which made the lips glisten and a gooey drop of moisture hung precariously from the swollen lips. Man, she was aroused.
Rather abruptly, perhaps responding to some subtle body movement imperative from Brad, she ceased and immediately began lying back on the bed for him. Rolling her legs to one side, then easing back onto her back, she brought her knees back up then apart, her feet in their high heels resting on the bed, spread apart. She was opening up, offering herself to him. It was the sexiest body and position I had ever seen.
Brad took it in for a moment, his soaking wet tower of an erection standing high up, then unhurriedly moved forward to position himself between her knees. As Brad pushed his massive cock down a little bit to line it up with her hole, Wendy’s face suddenly looked nervous. Her next sentence came rapidly and nervously, in quickly rising pitch and urgency, as Brad appeared to pay no attention to her words and thrust slowly, inexorably forward, clearly more insistently and forcefully than she expected.
She said, “Okay, now, please…Oh!..Brad, wait. Wait, I said! No, wait, it’s too…ow ow OW! It’s too it’s too, ow ow ow ow ow ow hold on hold on nono, it’s so, so…it’s not going in – ow, ow wait! it’s not it’s not…ohmygod it is it – ohmyGOD! It’s in it’s in! Ooohhh. Ow ow it hurts ow, not too deep, no no wait, ow ow, please wai- OW! Oh nonono … ooooh. Ohhh. Oh yesss. Yesss!
He was fully inside her and finally stopped, after a continuous, insistent penetrating stroke over a foot long. I was so turned on, not by just the sight, but by the change in Wendy. Wendy had always been dismissive and arrogant whenever she was around me, but, man, she was not arrogant now. She had begged and begged for it, and now she was helplessly impaled, unable to stop him from giving her much more than she had expected.
Brad paused for a minute, fully inserted, and I could see her pussy’s opening stretched absurdly tightly around his girth at the base of his cock. It looked painful just to see how her labia were stretched beyond recognition, a thin fold all the way around his massive circumference. I looked at her face, and it showed mostly fear, but slowly transitioning to a dreamy pleasure. Her eyes were wide and half-teary, staring at Brad uncertainly, but then, her eyelids slowly drooped and her head fell back, as a long soft moan came from her ruby red lips, “ohhhhhmmm”.
Clearly the pain was receding, and her body visibly relaxed. Staring at her stretched pussy opening again, I imagined I could almost sense a relaxation in there too, as her tunnel stretched, gave way to some degree; unknown internals adjusted, moved and came to terms with the huge cock invading. Brad seemed familiar with the scenario, and held still, fully inserted, giving her time to adjust.
Then, he began to slowly withdraw, and the motion appeared to give Wendy only pleasure. Pleasure, and relief. “Ohhhhhhh, yes, yes, ohhhh – ohmygod, that’s sooo goood. Ohhhh.”
He pulled out about halfway, perhaps six inches, then reversed and slowly inserted again. This gave Wendy some discomfort, but clearly less than before, “ow ow, okay, okay, ow, oh, yesss yesss,” she cooed, and he was fully inserted again.
After only a brief hesitation, Brad began repeating this motion at a very slow speed, out halfway and back in again, and each cycle, Wendy obviously was feeling greater and greater pleasure. “Oh my God, I can’t…I can’t…ohhhh….I can’t believe it. Ohhhh. Ohhhh. Omm…I’ve never felt anything like it, ohhhh my god”, she murmured.
After a few minutes, Brad seemed to feel the introductory movement was over, and adjusted his knees and hand position, apparently in preparation for more serious fucking. Wendy by this time seemed to have no more reservations, and eagerly adjusted her pelvis to line up with him. Her face was now dazedly euphoric, and she began moaning, then squealing as Brad began a more methodical pumping in and out of her pussy in long strokes.
As Brad got comfortable and began to gradually pick up speed, Wendy began making sounds I had never heard before. I knew every one of her sex sounds (and even had names for most of them) after a year of hearing it nearly every night. I was the world’s expert on the noises that Wendy Carville made during sex, and what I was hearing was completely foreign to me.

Her legs looked so fantastic, dangling in the air on either side of Brad, still wearing her black high heels, her knees splayed up near her shoulders. They flexed as her lower leg bounced gently up and down in the air, her toes pointed. I could see the muscles in her calves, with their flawless shape and tone, flexing and tightening involuntarily with every pulse of pleasure from the pumping in her pussy. As Brad increased his pace, Wendy seemed to be overcome with pleasure, and her knees fell out sideways to nearly touch the bed. I suddenly had a crystal clear view of her pussy, only ten feet away, and it was startling. Her opening was stretched beyond recognition, and her skin surrounding the great thickness of his shaft was pulled impossibly taut. As Brad pulled out, the band of skin was stretched outwards by the friction, as if reluctant to give him up, and then it disappeared inside as he pushed in. The extreme tension in her labia was pulling the hood hard down over her clitoris on every thrust, but the clit was so swollen and full of heat that it forced itself out and poked halfway out from under the tight hood on every outstroke. Obviously this clitoral squeezing pattern (plus the unfathomable sensation she must have been getting from far, far inside her vagina) was driving Wendy absolutely crazy with pleasure. She’d peak into an orgasm about once a minute, and Brad seemed to know exactly how to ride the wave, priming the orgasm with his pumping, then slowing to an excruciatingly slow drive as her pussy spasmed and contracted, making loud wet sucking sounds around the taut perimeter as her pelvic muscles pumped strongly. Brad seemed quite familiar with the pattern, like a well-practiced musical piece, and quite attuned to her responses, her breathing, her orgasmic vaginal contractions. I got the sense that nearly every girl he had sex with responded exactly like this, and that this was sex meant to him – delivering endless series of orgasms with just this same practiced rhythm. Wendy’s face clearly showed that either the incredibly deep penetrations or the unique clitoral pistoning caused by the tension in her clitoral hood by his enormous girth (or both) was something completely new to her that she’d previously had no inkling was possible. Similarly novel to her was the discovery that she could have such an endless sequence of orgasms. Wendy’s reaction evolved over time. At first she mewed, then she screamed with abandon, but then as time went on and the orgasms continued she kind of went limp, making incoherent gurgles and breath-catches; seemingly semi-conscious with pleasure while her body and pussy continued to respond, over and over. He’d then wake her up by increasing his pace and start her screaming again.
As time went on, I became familiar with his pattern. He’d get Wendy onto this rolling rhythm of orgasms, priming then slowing, priming then slowing, and let her ride them for about ten to fifteen minutes with a slow crescendo, building up to a final vigorous pumping, during which she’d seem to lose her mind screaming. Then, he’d withdraw and lift her effortlessly, moving and positioning her slender body into a different sexual position. He’d ease back into her, and she’d gasp with pleasure, and then he’d work her up with a slow savoring of the sensations over several minutes until he got her back into the cycle of orgasms.
As minutes stretched into hours, I was reminded of his athleticism. Although he was clearly enjoying himself, there was a certain ho-hum routine to his demeanor, reminding me more than anything of a guy working out with weights at the gym, as if this was something he did several hours a day, five times a week.
I had the sense that I was watching a world-class artist, seeing sex done at its absolute highest level.
I watched and watched for hours, nestled under the covers in my dark side of the room, amazed and incredibly excited. I memorized every part of Wendy’s body (all the parts which I had not previously memorized; the parts which had been hitherto hidden from me), as Brad turned and bent her into all manner of different positions, giving me incredible views of her body from all directions. Seeing her fucked doggystyle, with her facing almost directly towards me, her breasts hanging down beautifully, shaking with the pumping, I came for the first time, spraying the undersides of my sheets. Then, over the following hours, I came again several more times. I was nodding off, trying to stay awake, but failing, when they finally stopped. Wendy had a wondrous, exhausted look on her face as she rolled off and fell heavily onto the bed beside Brad. I felt like I could read her thoughts from her expression.
It was a night where it seemed Wendy learned something completely new about what sex could be. Afterwards, lying limp on her back, beautiful legs shaking and splayed apart with a broad white smear of come oozing from her pussy and pooling on the sheets, I got a clear look at her face. Her expression was one of sheer wonder, but a little wistful. As if a window on a new world had been opened for her; like a medieval peasant who had spent one night steeped in the sumptuous luxury of the king’s palace, and now faced the prospect of a return to the barren filth of home. I suddenly fully understood what the girl from Benton at the bookstore had said: that women had trouble going back to regular guys again after having had Brad.
These were my last thoughts as I fell asleep, as did the other two occupants of my room.

Chapter 2

The next morning, Wendy left early, and Brad and I were introduced. Over the following weeks, I got to know him better, and I was quite surprised at how personable and friendly he was. Admittedly, I was a little intimidated at first, but he seemed perfectly comfortable, and seemed genuinely interested in making friends with his new roommate, as you might expect for a transfer to a new school. We’d hang out in our room talking, either while doing reading or just before going to sleep (when he wasn’t with a girl, which was rather rare), and he seemed eager to talk about himself, and particularly his love life.
In talking about women, Brad was not at all like I would have expected. I mean, he clearly had a sex drive exactly to scale with his equipment and abilities, and wanted nearly every hot girl he saw, but he was not at all the cocky, womanizing personality you would expect. He was kind of a romantic, and if anything, a little goofy. He’d talk about things in terms of ‘love’ and ‘relationships’. It was funny, in a way, because he was completely transparent. He was always ‘dating’ somebody, but it would typically last only a week or two. By the second ‘date’ (the girls ALWAYS put out on the first date), he’d usually say “I think I’m falling for her”, or “I think I’m in love”, and mean it, too. And so it would go for a week, maybe two. But inevitably, he’d take notice of some other incredibly hot girl throwing herself at him, and want to fuck her. At least, I could see that’s what happened. He couldn’t see it. He’d convince himself that it was ‘more’; after a fifteen minute conversation with the new girl, he’d say, “she really gets me”, or, “we really seemed to click”, and then “but I can’t do anything about it, I’m in love with so-and-so”. But, sure enough, like clockwork, three days later he’d be fucking this new girl, taking her to sexual peaks she never new existed, and his previous ‘love’ would be a distant memory.
Clearly, his dick was calling the shots, but his romance-novel head would always find a way to rationalize it. It was really quite charming. And the girls, while clearly disappointed when they passed from favor, never seemed crushed about it. No matter how hot they were, it was like none of them ever dared to hope they could keep him for good; they were just glad to get all the orgasms they did.
Wendy? Well she certainly pursued Brad with full energy for those first few weeks of the school year. And Brad happily accommodated her nearly every night in our dorm room, and I happily sat in my bed, watching, pretending to sleep. Brad must have thought I was the soundest sleeper on campus. It was awesome. I was surprised that Wendy seemed to have entirely forgotten her boyfriend. Well, not entirely. I frequently heard and followed with interest the lengths she went to avoid him those first few days. Finally, after about a week, her boyfriend Ted started wizening up that something was going on, and camped out at her door.
Brad and I were in our room reading when it happened. We could, of course, hear it through the paper-thin walls clear as day.
“Oh, Ted. What are you doing here?” Wendy said as she came back to her dorm room, surprised to see him sitting on her doorstep.
“What do you mean, what am I doing here? Wen, what’s going on? I’ve been trying to find you for a week now.”
“Oh. Well, I’ve been really busy,” she said hesitatingly.
“Busy? With what?”
“I don’t know, stuff,” she said dismissively, clearly tiring of the discussion.
“Jim said he saw you in the quad with another guy. Is that the kind of busy you mean?”
Wendy said, “Look, I don’t want to talk about it now. I’m really busy, like I said. I’ll call you later.”
“When?”
“I don’t know, in a few weeks.”
“A few weeks? Wendy, what the fuck?”
“Ted, don’t talk to me like that. Just leave me alone, I need some space.”
“Space? Why, so you can see some other guy?”
“No. I just need space to think,” Wendy replied half-heartedly, “I just can’t have you hanging around here.” I guessed that Wendy was starting to worry that Brad would see her with Ted and might hurt her chances (obviously she was unaware that both Brad and I could hear everything).
Ted replied, “No, Wendy, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sit here on your doorstep all week if I have to until you tell me if something’s going on.”
Wendy seemed to realize he wasn’t going away easily, and her voice became stone cold. “Okay fine. Yes, I’m seeing someone else. No, not just seeing, I’m fucking him. And he’s great. And I want you to just go away, okay? GO.”
Ted seemed stunned. “What? You mean you’re breaking up with me?”
Wendy seemed to want to get him to leave as fast as possible. “Yes, yes. I’m breaking up with you. It’s over. We’re done. Now please, go away and leave me alone.”
“Just like that? After all of a year together, you’re just calling it off like that?”
“Yes! Is it so hard to understand? Please, just go away. Goodbye. Go.” She pushed past him into her room, and slammed the door behind her, apparently leaving him standing, stunned outside her door. After several moments, we heard him slowly shuffle away in silence.
I looked at Brad. He had stopped his reading and had been listening intently. Now he looked at me in amazement.
“Women are tough, man,” Brad said. Clearly the romantic in him was miffed. “How can they always be so cold-hearted, and dump guys they seem to have cared about so readily?”
I was surprised to hear him, of all people, say that. “What, did a girl do that to you?” I asked.
He paused. “Well…hmmm, not that I can remember, but it seems like I see it around me all the time. They just show no commitment to guys they’ve been with for, like, years.”
Suddenly, it was all clear to me; what it was like to look at the world as Brad. He was constantly surrounded by girls dumping their boyfriend – to be with him! Just like with Wendy, the girls are so infatuated with Brad that they shake off their boyfriends like their bras when he comes along. Brad was so used to seeing this, it had jaded his view of women.

Brad’s tryst with Wendy was fantastic (for me), but only lasted about two weeks, before he switched to an insanely hot busty cheerleader. I was momentarily bummed that I wouldn’t get to see Wendy naked anymore, but the first night Brad brought the cheerleader back to our room and I got to watch them fuck all night by assuming the same fake-sleeping position. As soon as she took her clothes off, I realized, incredibly, that it was actually an upgrade, and I immediately lost any regrets about not getting to see Wendy anymore. The cheerleader was followed by an incredibly sexy sorority chick, and so on and so on.
Brad quickly became a campus celebrity, at least among the females. It really got rolling when the female editor of the school newspaper became infatuated with Brad, and decided to do a six-part series with pictorals on Brad, his football career, his modeling career, and his love life. It quickly became clear she was just trying to spend more time interviewing Brad, but in any case, the series of pictorals quickly made him the talk of the female population of our school.
By the end of September, girls were around constantly like a paparazzi, knocking on our door at all hours, and many were resorting to bizarre stunts to try to get Brad’s attention. He found it all a little annoying, but I was fascinated by the constant presence of our campus’ hottest women.
One evening Brad and I were reading and doing classwork in our room, when I heard footsteps approach and then stand right outside our door. Brad had a test the next day he was worried about.
I overhead a girl’s voice through the wall say, “Ok, stand there; turn a little to your left, facing me. Good. Push that hair back so your eyes show. Great. You’re hot. Now, how do I look?”
A different girl’s voice responded, “Ummm. Great, why don’t you try pulling your shoulders back a little, take a full breath. Perfect. Let me just…there. That will show a little more cleavage. Oh…your lipstick is a little smudged right in the corner, here let me…” - a pause – “there, perfect. You look great. You look so pretty.”
“So do you, he’ll love it, I’m sure. Okay, are you ready?”
“Ready. Remember, try to be sexy.”
There was a loud knock at the door.
Brad looked up from his reading at his desk; we looked at each other inquisitively, and Brad hopped up to answer the door. As he opened the door, I couldn’t quite see who was outside from my angle.
Immediately, the first girl spoke in a bright voice, “Hi! I’m Amy, and this is my roommate Allie.”
“Hi!” Allie interjected.
“And you’re Brad,” Amy continued. “We know.” They said this in unison.
Brad said, “Um…Hi??…” with a questioning look on his face.
Allie continued, her confidence faltering and suddenly sounding very nervous, “um…Hi, that’s great. So, um, we were wondering if we could, um come in? For a while?” As she said this, she leaned forward and to the side slightly, and I was knocked out by the sight of the part of her body which came into view. From what I could see, she was in a spandex/lycra dress tight around her torso, with a very short skirt, showing fantastic legs.
Brad replied, “Oh… um, come in for what?”
Amy stammered, now sounding nervous, too, “oh I don’t know, come in to um, do whatever; we could talk or you could talk, or you could, um…”, then she paused and seemed to force herself to blurt out, “BE? With us, I mean?”
“with either of us,” Allie said, hopefully, however, it was obvious from Brad’s face that he was not particularly interested. I think he was still concerned about his test.
“or…both of us?” Amy rejoined, “together?”
At this, Brad’s face wavered for a second, obviously somewhat tempted, but I was surprised to hear him say, “Sorry, girls, listen it was nice meeting you, but I’ve got a test to study for. Thanks for stopping by. Bye.” And he began closing the door.
“Oh. Okay, maybe som…” I heard Amy say as the door closed, but it closed in her face before she had a chance to finish, and she stopped. Brad went back to his desk, putting on his headphones.
I listened, but didn’t hear the girls’ footsteps leaving. Then, more softly, I heard Amy’s voice through the wall.
“Shit.”
“Well, we tried,” Allie responded.
“I sounded like a dork. Not sexy at all, just nervous. I should have worn the blue dress. I look so fat in this.” Amy insisted.
“You were sexy. You look great.” Allie tried to cheer her up.
“No. I was a total nerd. And so were you,” Amy said accusingly. “I told you to look sexy! You didn’t even smile at him. Shit, Allie.”
“Don’t blame me, Amy. I told you to wear the blue dress, but you didn’t listen. And yes, you DO look fat in that.”
Amy was silent for a second, then, in a choked voice said, “fine.”
Allie quickly said, “I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry, Amy. I’m such a bitch.”
Amy said nothing.
“Look, we both look great. I think he was thinking about it.” Allie said with forced cheerfulness.
Amy sniffed, then said, more brightly, “I think you’re right. He did seem to be considering it.”
“Especially after you said, ‘both of us together’, I think he liked that, like he almost wanted to. How’d you come up with that? That was good.”
“Oh, all guys like the idea of two girls.” Amy said matter-of-factly.
“Really? All of them?”
“I think so. Well, anyway, I mean, there was some hope; we were unlucky he had a test. Maybe we should come back another night. But please, Allie, we can’t be so nerdy. We need to be more forward, more sexually confident. Guys love that.”
“Like what, like show him our tits, or just, like, show up naked?”
“Well, I don’t know, maybe. It might work, and anything would be better than being a total loser like this time.”
“I think you’re right. We just have to be better prepared. Come on, let’s go. God, he looked cute, didn’t he?”
“Oh my god yes, I couldn’t breathe…”
Her voice faded as I heard them walk away down the hall. I was tempted to go out in the hall to watch them go, I was so curious to see what they looked like, but I stayed. Oh well, it sounded like they might be back.
Two days later, Brad had gone out to the library in the evening, and I was alone in my room. I heard a knock on the door. I hopped up, flung open the door, and was face to face with two beautiful blondes, both about medium height, wearing tight dresses with short skirts and heels, obviously fully made up with their hair done. The one on the right’s dress was blue. Both were unbearably sexy and smiling very enthusiastically.
“Is Brad here?” asked the girl in blue, and I immediately recognized her voice as Amy’s. The other stood, smiling, still sexily posed with her shoulders back, revealing a terrific slim figure. I saw she was carrying a small bottle of rum.
It took me a second to get words to come out. “Umm. No, he’s at the library. He should be back soon.”
They looked momentarily crestfallen, then the other quickly spoke up, in a voice I knew as Allie’s, “We’re friends of his.” (A lie, I knew.) She continued, “Would it be okay if we come in and wait for him?” As she said this, she kind of chewed the end of a strand of her hair in the corner of her sexy mouth. I would have done anything for her at that moment.
“Sure, sure, come in.” I said. They immediately brushed past me and sat on Brad’s bed, and fell into conversation, ignoring me completely, occasionally passing the bottle back and forth and both drinking. I once again felt completely invisible. I sheepishly began reading again, but couldn’t keep my eyes on the page and mostly furtively watched them.
Amy was already scheming, “This is perfect, actually. We can get comfortable and sexy for when he comes in. And he can’t stop us at the door, like last time, since we’re already in. He’ll have to talk to us just out of politeness.” She sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs sexily. “How does this look?” she said to Allie, who was still standing, observing her.
“That’s nice, your legs look great, but tilt your head back a little more…let your hair fall off to that side. Good.” Allie reached forward, and fluffed Amy’s hair slightly, and then grabbed the hem of Amy’s skirt. “Here, lift up your butt just a little, let me…” she slid the skirt up, showing much more of Amy’s awesome legs, and then stepped back, taking a good look, then stepped closer again, saying, “now, just let this strap fall down like…” she pulled the right strap of Amy’s dress sideways off her shoulder, so it drooped sexily on her upper arm. It was good work; Amy looked good enough to eat.
I felt myself getting hard, and made a command decision. “It’s getting a little late,” I said to both girls, “I’m going to sleep, but you two feel free to stay as long as you like.”
They turned their heads to me, smiling widely, and Allie said, “Thank you so much, we’ll be so quiet, you won’t know we’re here.” I was pretty sure I could never forget they were there.
I climbed into bed, and turned off my light, leaving on Brad’s desk light. They continued chatting, passing the rum back and forth. As time went on, I could also tell they were gradually getting tipsier from their drinking.
Amy whispered, “This is perfect. This low lighting is just right. Also, Brad will have to talk quietly when he comes in so he doesn’t wake his roommate up; it’ll be so intimate.” She was still holding the position Allie had posed her in.
Allie nodded, looking at her closely. “You know, in the dark like this, it makes me think - maybe we really could be partially naked. I mean, it’s a little strange, but you look great there, and I could imagine him coming into this dim room, seeing you there with your breasts out – guys always love your breasts – and maybe he’d just go for it, you know what I mean? Let me see.” She looked over her shoulder at me, where I was in the deep dark, pretending to sleep and watching through half-closed eyelids, then, convinced I was asleep, she turned back to Amy and reached for both straps of her dress, and pulled them both down firmly. The tight dress rolled down, turning inside out, and she pulled it all the way to Amy’s waist.
Amy wasn’t wearing a bra, and so her breasts were fully exposed. They were wonderful, medium sized, and Allie reached over and arranged Amy’s hair, pulling it off to one side and then forward over her shoulder and down the side of one breast. She looked incredibly hot. I felt a shock of arousal, and immediately silently slid my hand around my cock and began pumping myself slowly.
Allie said, “That’s perfect. Oh my god, Amy, you look so great. We should definitely do it. I think it might work.” She stared at her a moment more, then said, “Y’know, maybe I should leave. I think you might have a better chance alone.”
Amy looked surprised. “What? No no no. Don’t go. You saw it last time, he definitely liked the idea of both of us. I don’t stand a chance by myself.” Looking at her hotness, I’m not so sure I agreed with her logic, but I liked that she thought Allie should stay.
“Okay.” Allie agreed, and she quickly pulled her own top down, all the way to her lower abdomen, revealing smaller but nice breasts. She turned to show herself to Amy for inspection. “What do you think?”
“Well…why don’t you pull it a little higher to try to cover up your belly some.”
“What?!”
“Come on, Allie, you said you were going to spend more time at the gym, but you haven’t. And you know the way you’ve been eating. Look, I’m not trying to be mean, you still look great, but I don’t want anything to spoil the impression Brad gets, I mean, come on.” I stared at Allie’s flat tummy, and I had absolutely no idea what Amy what talking about.
I was surprised when Allie, in a crestfallen voice said, “I know, I know. I’m sorry, I’ll try to cover it up.” She pulled the dress up to just under her breasts, looking down and sitting on the edge of the bed beside Amy. “God, I wish my breasts were bigger, like yours.”
“Don’t be silly, they look great…just…um…maybe put your arm out like this on your knee, so your boobs are in the shadow a little…there, much better. He’ll come in, they’ll be hidden in the shadow, and he won’t see that they’re small; he’ll probably assume your boobs are just like mine.” Amy said.
Allie assented, but looked a little downcast and was silent. Her eyes began looking around the room, and she spied the series of photos of Brad’s current girl, Ashley. Ashley had previously done some modeling work, and had given Brad several headshots as well as underwear modeling layouts, which Brad had thumb-tacked to the wall. Allie studied them closely.
“Oh my God, Amy, look at these. Brad’s girlfriend is so pretty. She’s like a model or something.”
Amy looked horrified as she stared at the photos. “You’re right. What are we thinking? We have no chance. Look how sexy she is.”
Allie tried to buttress Amy’s confidence. “But you look sexy, too.”
“Yes, but not as sexy as her. And Brad can have her anytime he wants. Why would he want me?”
Allie fell silent, thinking for a moment, then said, “Yes, he can have her anytime, but how often does he get to have two girls? Like you said, he definitely seemed interested in the idea.”
Amy noticeably brightened. “You’re right. He was interested. I’m sure he was. We just have to really turn him on when he comes in, so he gets carried away, like a sexual fantasy. We need to be sexually confident. Not nerds like last time. It’s our only chance.” She got a wicked look on her face. “Maybe we should be making out when he comes in.”
“What!?”
“Yes, I’m telling you, guys go crazy over that stuff. They just think lesbians are the hottest thing in the world.”
“But I am not a lesbian!” Allie cried.
“Duh, me neither, but we can pretend to. He’ll burst in, and see us together, and get so turned on, things will just happen. Look, at least we should definitely get completely naked.”
“Okay, fine, I’ll get naked, but I don’t know about the lesbian stuff. There’s no way I’m making out with you.” Allie’s voice was definitely was sounding more drunk. She began peeling her dress all the way down, pulling it to her ankles, then carefully stepping her high heels out of the dress. She wasn’t wearing panties, and her pubic hair was beautifully trimmed into a small vertical line above her lips.
“I told you, it’s not really lesbian. We’ll just pretend,” Amy answered, standing up and doing the same with her dress. She was also without panties, and so now was naked except for her high heels. “Throw your dress on the floor, like we just got carried away by passion.” She giggled, then said, “No, no, Allie. Keep your high heels on. God, don’t you know anything about men?”
Allie stopped removing her shoe and re-strapped it, then asked, “So how are we going to time it?”
“We’ll just wait until we hear him come to the door, then assume the position, like we’re making out.” She thought this over for a moment, then said, “You know, if we’re making out, in the dark, it may just look like we’re talking.” She took a drink from the rum bottle, lost in thought, then said, “Fuck it, we might as well pretend we’re really, you know, doing it, as long as we’re pretending.”
“What do you mean? What is ‘doing it’?” asked Allie, shocked.
“It means sex. You know, oral sex. That’s what they do. Lesbians, I mean. Anyway, we don’t really have to do it, but if he sees your head between my legs, he’ll assume, and it’ll drive him crazy, I’m sure of it.” Both of their words were definitely getting louder and more intoxicated-sounding.
“Okay I guess I can put my head down there, if it’s just pretend, but – “ Allie, began to reply, but was suddenly silent, listening intently.
Just then, there was a loud sound of someone walking heavily down the hallway towards the door. Both girls almost jumped out of their skins. Amy frantically scrambled to jump onto the bed, saying, “C’mon, c’mon, hurry!” She lied back and tossed her hair off to the side, and then spread her knees, while simultaneously grabbing at Allie’s hair, and using it to pull Allie’s head forward into her crotch. Allie reached out to brace herself on the edge of the bed as Amy pulled, but her hand missed and she fell forward, and her face slammed hard into Amy’s pussy; then Allie jerked her head back reflexively and fell sideways off the bed and landed loudly and hard on the floor. I struggled to stifle a laugh.
“OW!” they both screamed. The heavy footsteps kept going right past my door and on down the hallway. It wasn’t Brad.
Amy was clearly in pain, holding her crotch, and furious. “That’s just great. Really smooth. That’s sure to get Brad turned on. How sexy.”
Allie picked herself off the floor, rubbing her knees. “Maybe we should just go home.”
Amy was still mad. “No! We’re not going anywhere. Look, that’s stupid to try to jump into position. We can’t screw this up. You have to get down there and stay there until Brad comes in.” She reached out, and grabbed Allie’s wrist, pulling her back towards the bed, while lying backwards and spreading her own knees, planting her high heels wide apart on the bed. Allie hesitated, but Amy insistently pulled on her wrist. Finally, Allie relented, and crawled on her knees onto the bed, putting her head up between Amy’s thighs. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her, and she looked up at Amy.
“Wait a minute. Why am I the one down here? Why don’t you go down on me?” she demanded.
“Because we need Brad to see my tits.” Amy replied angrily, “and this will hide your fat pot belly. Now look. I’m sorry I yelled. But this has to work. We’ll stay like this until Brad comes. Put your head right here…” she grabbed Allie’s head in both hands, and positioned it firmly, right in front of her open pussy. “…and stay there.”
Allie said nothing, probably pretty mad, and they stayed frozen in that position in silence for three minutes straight. Amy’s legs looked fantastic, spread around Allie’s head. From my angle, I could clearly see between her legs and every detail of her pussy in front of Allie’s face. Allie just stared with wide-eyed unease at the open labia inches in front of her face. Amy glared down at Allie, but after a while her angry expression seemed to subside.
Then, Allie said softly, with disgust, “It smells down here. It’s totally gross. Like fish or something.”
“Just be quiet.” Amy said softly. They lapsed back into silence.
After a while, Allie’s neck must have gotten tired from holding her head up in that position, and she lowered her chin, and put her forehead down to rest on Amy’s pussy.
Amy’s body flinched from the direct contact to the bare skin of her labia, then she looked dejected. “This is never going to work. It’s so obvious we’re faking it. We look ridiculous. Brad’s going to think we’re ridiculous.” She lapsed into silence. Then, she said, “Look, Allie, I hate to have to ask you to do this, but I think we have to really do it. Otherwise it’s just stupid.”
Allie looked shocked. “Are you kidding me? What do you mean?”
“Just lick it a little. Just ‘till Brad gets here. What’s the big deal, really? It won’t kill us, and it’ll be worth it. Brad has to come in and find two girls actually doing it. If we fake it, we’ll just look stupid. I-”
“All right, shut up!” Allie interrupted.
Amy kept talking, “- I’m sick of looking stupid. Brad must think we’re –“
“Fine, fine, fine.” Allie interrupted loudly, disgustedly. “Just stop talking about it. I’ll do it, just shut the fuck up!” she said harshly.
“Fine, bitch!” Amy yelled down at her.
“Fine!” Allie said angrily, then rather suddenly stuck her tongue all the way out of her mouth, and roughly licked all the way from the bottom of Amy’s labia to the very top, the tip of her tongue noticeably getting somewhat caught in the nook at the top, on Amy’s clitoris. Amy’s body reacted rather dramatically to the unexpected contact, as her knees jerked side to side, then she appeared to involuntarily lift upwards with Allie’s tongue as it got caught on her clit, and her head fell back.
“Oh oh oh!”, she said as she rose. Her face had a look of startled wonder.
Allie, still angry, stared up at Amy’s face after finishing the lick.
Amy said in a hesitating, wondering voice, “Okay, um, keep doing that.”
Allie muttered, “This is so gross,” but she began repeating the same lick, each time catching in the nook where Amy’s lips came together at the top.
Amy’s body responded the same way each time, lifting her pelvis with Allie’s tongue and she stopped talking. Soon, her head fell back and stayed back, with her mouth half-open at the ceiling, her eyes half-closed.
Allie kept repeating the same lick over and over again, at one point saying, “This tastes so weird.” After a few moments, she stopped, sticking out her tongue and curiously touching it with her index finger, and then stared at the pussy in front of her. “Oh my god, are you getting wet?”
Amy said nothing, but dazedly began to lower her chin and gaze down between her thighs at Allie.
“Oh my GOD, you ARE!” yelled Allie.
“I...I can’t help it…” Amy said softly.
“Ohmigod you like it. You’re a fucking lesbian.”
“No I’m not…I just…” she said softly, then trailed off. Then she said, “Please, Allie, just keep going. Brad might come in any second. Please, just keep going. Please.” The last ‘please’, Amy said almost pleadingly, and as she said it, she raised her crotch up towards Allie’s face.
Allie jerked her head back in disgust as Amy’s crotch approached her face. Amy lowered her pelvis, then again, more slowly, raised it up towards Allie’s face. Allie glared up at Amy’s face, then sighed and leaned in, sticking her tongue out. Again she began repeating the same long licking motion, from the bottom to the top of Amy’s labia. By now, I could clearly see the labia were deeply red and swollen open, and an even wetness covered not only the lips, but all over the skin of her crotch and the inner upper parts of both thighs.
Amy’s head was again thrown back, her mouth open and eyes closed. Her whole body tensed and flexed with each lick, and her jaw bobbed open in obvious pleasure. Also, with each lick her red-painted toes flexed involuntarily, upwards out of her sandal-style high heels. Her nipples stood up stiffly, casting a sharp shadow across her beautiful breasts in the light from Brad’s desk lamp. Allie was lying on her abdomen on the bed between Amy’s legs, and her knees were bent, her feet in black high heels dangling in the air behind her. Amy’s reactions grew more and more pronounced, and it was clear her excitement level was rising.
Suddenly, a long, soft, moan seemed to come involuntarily from Amy’s open mouth, “Uhhnnnnmmmmmmmmm”
Allie, who had been mechanically and rhythmically repeating the same licking motion, suddenly jerked her head up at the sound and glared at Amy. “What the fuck, Amy, I’m not doing this to get you off -”
Amy interrupted her, dreamily saying, with her eyes still closed, “I’m sorry, sorry, please, don’t stop don’t stop…keep going…”
Allie gave a last irritated look at Amy’s face, then bent down again and resumed licking. When her tongue first made contact again with Amy’s pussy, Amy said, “oh!” seemingly involuntarily, then “oh, yessss..” as the tongue continued up her wet slit.
As Allie continued her same licking pattern, Amy obviously began to approach orgasm. She couldn’t control her body movements or her sounds of pleasure. She let out a loud, “ohhhhmmmm oh oh”, and then reached both hands down to grab the back of Allie’s head and pull it into her crotch.
Allie’s head flinched violently when Amy’s hands touched it, and she jerked back. “Don’t grab me!” Allie yelled, grabbing Amy’s hands and tearing them off her head. “That’s it. I’m done. There is no way I’m doing this anymore.” She started to rise, but Amy grabbed Allie’s hands in her own, pulling her to keep her from standing up.
Amy looked aroused, panicked, desperate after stopping so close to orgasm. She looked into Allie’s face pleadingly and said, “No no, don’t stop, don’t stop. Please, Allie…um, Brad will be here soon, you have to keep going. You have to.”
Allie said, “You don’t even care about Brad. You just want me to do it because you’re getting off on it. It’s disgusting.”
Amy said pleadingly, “Please, Allie, please. That’s not true. Brad will love this, I know he will. Please, Allie, you’re my best friend. I love you. Just do this one thing for me. Don’t stop. I’m begging you. Please.”
At this, Allie’s angry expression eased noticeably. “Best friend?” she said shyly, “You really like me? I always thought I irritated you. I mean, I knew we were friends, but whenever we’re around other people I thought I embarrassed you,” she said, staring earnestly up at Amy’s face from down between her legs. Both of them seemed pretty drunk and emotional.
Amy smiled deeply at her, and said, “Allie, of course I like you. I mean, sure, sometimes you can be a little embarrassing in social situations, you know that, and I told you you haven’t been going to the gym enough, but, Allie, come on. You are my best friend. You know that. I love you.”
“Oh, Amy, I love you too,” Allie said, and kind of awkwardly hugged Amy’s right thigh, which was the closest body part she could hug in her position between Amy’s legs. (My mind boggled at the remarkable combination of shallowness, drunkness, and hotness.) At the contact, Amy seemed to kind of involuntarily push her crotch up, seeking contact against Allie’s cheek, seemingly desperate to complete her interrupted rise towards orgasm.
Amy said pleadingly, “now, please, Allie, please. Keep going.” Then, she added, “Before Brad gets back.”
Allie smiled warmly at her, still hugging Amy’s thigh affectionately. She turned her head and kissed the upper inside of the thigh as she hugged it.
Amy did an involuntary gasp as Allie kissed her, so close to her aching pussy, which Allie noticed and this made her smile. She let go of Amy’s thigh, then playfully moved her head across in front of Amy’s pussy, not touching it, and then kissed the inside of the other thigh, just inches outside her labia lips. Again Amy did an involuntary gasp of longing, and spread both thighs wide open, lifting her high heels off the bed. Allie again grinned, and said, “Ohmigod, Amy, you don’t fool me. You want it so bad, don’t you?”
Amy nodded urgently and looked pleadingly at Allie, lifting her hips towards Allie’s face.
Allie was having fun, and smiling amusedly at finding herself suddenly in this position of power. “Poor baby, you want it so bad,” she said teasingly. She began planting teasing kisses all around - but not touching - Amy’s pussy; on her inner thighs, on her abdomen. “You want it, don’t you?” she repeated.
Amy was going crazy with arousal, trying to move her hips to bring Allie’s lips in contact with her pussy, but Allie coyly evaded her attempts. “Yes. Yes, please, Allie, please. Do it, please.”
“Do what?” Allie said teasingly, now stopping her kisses, and positioning her mouth immediately above Amy’s pussy, breathing hotly on it.
Amy swallowed passionately, staring down at Allie’s mouth an inch from her pussy. “Lick it, please.”
“Lick it? Why? So you can come?” Allie said, and stuck her tongue way out teasingly, right at the bottom of her pussy, not touching it, but so close.
Amy nodded barely perceptibly.
“So you admit it? You don’t care about Brad now, you just want to get off?”
Amy’s face broke into a shy smile, embarrassed, but delighted, and gave a quick, emphatic, cute nod as they looked in each others’ eyes.
“Okay,” Allie said, and suddenly shoved her tongue hard into the lower end of Amy’s slit, then licked all the way up, obviously pressing hard with her tongue, then repeated this licking as fast as she could.
Amy cried out in joy and pleasure, and wrapped her legs over Allie’s shoulders, her high heels crossing behind Allie’s back. She grabbed Allie’s head in both hands and began moaning, “oh, oh, yes yes oh my god…” The well-defined muscles in her slender thighs were fully taut straining and flexing with each lick.
Allie continued to lick vigorously at Amy’s pussy, and crawled up so her knees were up under her on the bed. She then settled back onto her haunches, and I stared at her ass. She got comfortable, and crossed her ankles behind her, the high-heel shoes clicking lightly as they crossed over each other. Her calves and feet looked incredibly sexy, positioned under her upraised, beautiful ass.
Allie suddenly lifted her hand, palm-down, and pointed her index and middle finger together, then brought them up under her chin as she continued licking, and abruptly inserted both fingers fully into Amy’s vagina. With the fingers still inside Amy’s pussy, she quickly then rotated her hand over, palm up, and put her own chin in her palm, and then furiously licked the clit and pumped her fingers in and out of Amy’s pussy at the same time.
Amy went crazy. “Oh my god, that’s so good. Aaaahhh. So good so good. Unhhh unhh. Unhhhhhhhh. Allie, you’re so good, I love you. I… I… I’m coming…aaaaa” she went into a long cry as she came, kicking and flailing her limbs, while Allie continued licking and pumping her fingers. I had been jerking off continually, and immediately began ejaculating, overwhelmed with pleasure.
Amy had finished coming, but still wanted more. It was getting pretty late, and I wondered where Brad was. Occasionally, he had spent the night at Ashley’s place, and I began to wonder if he had. I was pretty tired (and spent), and began nodding off despite my attempts to stay awake. As I drifted off, I noticed that Allie’s head was still between Amy’s legs, but Amy had rotated at an angle to her and had leaned way forward so she could reach her hand into Allie’s naked crotch. I closed my eyes briefly. Before falling fully asleep, I opened my eyes once more and saw Allie, still licking between Amy’s legs, but now Allie was moaning loudly herself. I saw that Amy’s hand was working vigorously on Allie’s crotch, rubbing her fingers back and forth over Allie’s clit. I slept.

I woke hours later and glanced at the clock, which read 2:20 AM. I looked over at the other bed, and Brad had still not returned. (I found out later he had indeed gone to spend the night at Ashley’s place.) Allie and Amy were still there, not yet asleep. They were now lying languidly on the bed together, face to face, arms entwined around each other, still fully naked and now barefoot, their shoes strewn on the floor. They were partially under a sheet, but each had one sexy leg strewn over the sheet, and the sheet then wrapped behind them and back over, partially covering their upper bodies. They were much more subdued, now, drowsy, but making out slowly, kissing each other’s open mouths passionately. I also saw that each had a hand in the other’s crotch, not vigorously pumping like before, but making slow, languid caresses on each other’s clits, then occasionally sliding a finger or two inside to gently massage the inside of the other’s vagina. I could hear them occasionally whispering and gently talking to each other.
“I love you. That’s so good. Oh. Oh.”
“I love you, too.”
Amy looked over at the clock, then whispered to Allie, “Let’s go back to our room.”
Allie looked at her dreamily, “Okay, why, are you getting sleepy?”
“No, not at all,” Amy said, smiling at Allie meaningfully.
“Me neither.” Allie replied, returning her smile.
“Okay, let’s go home,” Amy said, and they both slowly got out of bed and began finding their dresses and shoes and putting them on. After they were (somewhat disheveled-ly) dressed, Amy pulled open the door. Before they went through it, however, Allie went up to her, and passionately kissed her with an open mouth, and ground her pelvis into Amy’s. Amy’s thigh went between hers, and Allie began rubbing her pussy against it while they continued to French kiss. Allie began moaning, and then Amy suddenly broke off and said, “Okay, okay, that’s enough, let’s go. Wait ‘till we get home.”
Allie whimpered a little protest, but happily followed as Amy took her by the hand and led her out the door.

Chapter 3

As September turned into October, all the visual stimulation was starting to get to me. I had certainly enjoyed my voyeuristic month, seeing numerous different incredibly hot chicks get naked and endlessly fucked by Brad from about ten feet away. My hand and dick were worn out from the nightly workouts, but there is only so much watching you can take. Gradually, I began to feel more and more sexually frustrated at my own lack of success at getting any. I started calling Jennifer more and more frequently, telling her I missed her, which was true, and not entirely for the sex (mostly, but not entirely). I was running up some pretty substantial phone bills.
One morning, she called me with big news. I answered the phone and climbed back into bed, knowing it was her and eager to hear her voice while I jerked off. We didn’t ever actually have phone sex, she was actually still too much of a prude for that. But she did like to “talk sexy” in a prudish (almost nerdy) kind of way. She would almost never say ‘cock’ or ‘fuck’; she’d use euphemisms and double entendres in a girlish way. More coarse and slutty would of course run more to my taste, but I was so starved for female contact that I was glad to get what I could.
“Omigod, Kevin, guess what?” she asked. “A Senior girl I know is driving down to spend the second half of the semester in Texas, and she’ll be passing right through Claremore.” My dick stood up to attention. Was she saying what I thought she was saying?
“She offered to give me a ride down.” Yes. Yes. Yes!
I paused. “But how will you get back?” I asked.
“That’s the best part,” she replied, “I found another girl who wants to fly to her home town and bring her car back to school, and I convinced her to do it sooner than she’d planned, and give me a ride back!”
I replied, “Awesome! That’s some pretty good finagling, so how long will you be here?”
She giggled to herself and paused, “Well…”
“Come on, tell me!”
“…I don’t know if you’ve been a good enough boy...”
Mmmm. These words gave me a tingle all through my crotch. Whenever she used her teasing, sexual play voice on the phone, I always started leaking pre-cum immediately. I plunged my hand inside my beltline, grabbed my dick and started pumping it almost without thinking. “Come on, tell mee…” I said a little more dreamily.
“Hmmm…”, she said, “…I think somebody may be getting a little too excited for their own good. Would you mind telling me what your hand is doing right now?”
“Holding the phone.” I said.
“No, the other hand…”, she said playfully.
“ummm…” I said, “you know…”.
“Yes, I do know, you bad boy,” she teased, “and you better get a good hold on it for what I’m about to tell you… I’ll be there for three weeks.”
“What! Are you serious? How is that possible?” I said.
“Isn’t it great?” she said, “It’s right after mid terms, and all my exams are early, and then we get a few days fall break, and then… well, I’m going to play hooky for a week and a half.”
“Oh my God, that’s awesome. Are you sure that’s okay?” I forced myself to ask, while the throbbing in my balls was telling me it’s very okay.
“Yep, sure, I’ve already lined up people to take notes for me.” She was nothing if not organized.
“Oh, man, that is so incredible”, I half-said, half-groaned.
“There’s just one problem,” she said teasingly.
“What’s that?”
“Where am I going to find a bed to sleep in all those three weeks?” she said in a mock-damsel-in-distress voice.
I panted in response.
“Do you think maybe I could stay in your bed with you and your hard, wet dick?”
Three weeks, I thought. “Ungggh” I immediately began spraying the insides of my sheets with sperm.
“Oh baby,” she said as she listened to my sounds of orgasm, “you better save some for me” she said sweetly.

The subsequent weeks waiting for Jennifer’s visit seemed to drag on forever. I was so horny and frustrated, I couldn’t stand it. Brad got a new girl, a tiny Asian (Japanese, I think?) hottie, with unusually great tits for an Asian. It was awesome, but a little scary to watch her tiny body get nearly split in two by his oversize cock. This was nice to pass the time, but it only made my horniness worse.
At last the day finally arrived that Jennifer was to drive down. The girl giving her a ride was a friend of hers named Carrie, a senior whom I had never met. Carrie was going to take some classes at a Christian school nearby, and planned on dropping Jen off and reaching her school by nightfall. When I heard this, I couldn’t help thinking that Jen was not exactly mixing with the kind of crowd that would help get her past her prudish tendencies as I would have liked.
All day, I hung around my dorm room and watched the clock, and felt like I would burst waiting for her to arrive. My mind kept going in circles all day, not daring to believe the fact that today I would have sex! I purposefully made up my mind that I wouldn’t jerk off that day and instead save it all up, to make it all the better when she got there, but it was tough. I kept thinking about how I was gonna get laid, and was erect a lot of the time. After a while, I allowed myself to rub my cock a little through my jeans. Then, I figured I didn’t want it to ache, so I let it out of my pants. Then, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to touch it a little as long as I didn’t come. In the end, I pretty much succeeded in partially giving myself blueballs. Lame, I know, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered but the thought that my cock would be inside a genuine vagina within a few hours.
At last, the phone rang and Jen was at the gate, on her way up. Yes! Brad was going to be out for hours, so I figured I was about 60 seconds from sex. My cock started rising again by itself, untouched. But then, I heard another voice on the background over the phone.
“Oh, hold on,” Jen said, “Carrie wants to know if she can come up and use your restroom.”
Damn!
“Uh, sure, that’d be fine, of course,” I said without enthusiasm. Hopefully Carrie would do her business and move along. I groaned inwardly at the fear that she might stay and talk. I was thinking of this after hanging up the phone, when I realized - what the hell am I doing - my cock was hanging out of my pants, fully erect, and both girls would be there within seconds. I scrambled to painfully jam it down into my pants and to then button up tightly over the rock hard erection. It hurt, and it looked ridiculous, and it clearly had no intention of going down. I made sure the door was unlocked, and sat on my bed, putting a pillow on my lap, just as there was a knock at the door.
“Come in!” I yelled.
The door opened, and in ran Jen, smiling widely and pulling a little roller suitcase behind her. She looked…well…okay. I was momentarily surprised at my own reaction and mild disappointment. I guess not seeing Jen for a few months, in my mind’s eye after much sexual fantasizing about her, I had turned my memory of her into a pure sex goddess. Also, in the last months I had seen six different unbelievably hot girls naked nightly, and my perceptions had become a little warped. Don’t get me wrong, Jen’s an attractive girl. But she was dressed exceptionally plainly, in a granola-y long skirt, Birkenstocks, and a large, large, baggy grey sweatshirt. Whereas, in my fantasies, without exception, she was always in mini-skirts, heels, and a bra, if anything. Oh well, the important thing is that she was here, and I knew she’d always look great naked. Those breasts! The thought of them made my dick pulse out a little juice under the pillow.
She ran up to give me a hug, but suddenly stopped a step from my bed and looked at me sitting oddly on the bed, hiding my erection, with a sardonic and knowing smile on her face.
“Is that a pillow in your lap, or are you just glad to see me?” she giggled. She ran forward again and knocked me over onto my back with a ferocious hug, kissing me on the lips. It was great.
After a moment, she rolled off me (and the pillow) and yelled, “Carrie?”
“Yes?” called a girl’s voice from just outside the door.
“Aren’t you coming in?”
“Oh, yes…I just wanted to give you time to do your, um, kissy kissy, um, thing,” she replied hesitantly. Still not entering the room, Carrie continued, “Um, are we allowed to be in here, in a boys’ dorm?”
Jen gave me a look and kind of rolled her eyes, as if to say, can you believe this priss? “Yes! Carrie, come in! It’s a coed dorm!” she shouted. Then, to me, “do you see what I’m dealing with, living in an all-girls’ school?”
Jen and I looked up as Carrie warily came into the room. And wow. I couldn’t believe it. The very last thing I would have ever expected. Carrie was HOT. Smoking. I mean, she was dressed even more conservatively than Jen, although much tidier, like she was ready for church, but that didn’t change the fact that she was stunningly beautiful, like a southern belle with conservatively-styled auburn hair. The clothing also couldn’t hide the fact that, under all that, she had a great body, very busty but slender.
“Hello, you must be Kevin,” she said rather primly and formally, walking over to politely shake my hand. I became acutely aware that I was sitting on a bed with a pillow over my still-hard erection. She almost looked a little surprised that I was still sitting with ladies present in the room, as if she was thinking, where are his manners. But standing up was completely out of the question, for reasons which would never in a million years cross her mind.
“Jennifer has told me so much about you,” she said, and glanced at Jen, then noticeably blushed. “She is so wild, the things she says.” Carrie continued, now deeply blushing. I nodded uncertainly, and couldn’t for the life of me imagine someone thinking my prudish Jen was ‘wild’.
Nevertheless, I couldn’t take my eyes off Carrie’s beautiful features. She wandered over to the window and looked out. “This is such a pretty campus,” she said, “I love the architecture.” I said nothing, but stared at her bosom, in profile, which despite all the layers of material over it, was clearly massive. I felt Jen’s hand on my chin, and she pulled sideways on it, turning my head to look at her. Her eyes glared into mine meaningfully, and she made a mock-stern look, then smiled.
“I suggested that Carrie stay and have dinner with us, since she’ll miss the dining hours at her school,” Jen said.
No. No. No. I thought. I need alone time, now. Dinner would push back my time-to-ejaculation by hours.
Jen must have noticed the look of devastation on my face, because she giggled and furtively slipped her hand under the pillow, giving my erection a quick squeeze through my pants. It felt so great I almost moaned out loud. Carrie started to turn back from the window, and Jen quickly pulled her hand back, then said, looking in my eyes meaningfully, “Kevin, maybe you can help Carrie. She wanted to find someplace where she could buy a present for her new roommate. Before dinner.” The last words she said with special emphasis. I gleefully realized I’d get a chance to be alone with Jen after all.
I asked Carrie what she was thinking of, and she said a bookstore. “I wanted to get my new roommate a book of Christian affirmations, or something uplifting, a daybook,” she said.
I gave her directions, not to the bookstore I usually went to, but to the bookstore on the far, far side of campus. “The parking is really bad, though, so you should probably walk. It’s a beautiful walk right through the center of campus.” As I said this, I heard Jen giggling, knowing what I was up to, trying to maximize the alone time I’d get with Jen.
Carrie’s beautiful face lit up. “What a wonderful idea. I’d love to see the famous building with the spires.”
I said, “Oh the chapel? Yes, it’s terrific. You could probably even catch a tour, we have plenty of time before dinner.” The last words I had trouble getting out because I started to giggle, as I felt Jen shake, trying to suppress a laugh.
Carrie thought that was great, and said goodbye and headed out the door.

Alone at last. The moment the door closed, Jen pounced on top of me, locked her lips on mine, rubbing her hands on my back. However unsexily she was dressed, the intimate touch of a female felt unbelievably good. We made out for a second, then she suddenly broke off, and looked at me reprovingly.
“You couldn’t keep your eyes off her.” Jen said mock-accusingly. “I don’t know if I should reward such behavior.”
I gave a pained look, and she smiled.
“Well, don’t get your hopes up, she’s such a prude. She might even be a virgin.” Jen said playfully.
“Oh, you think?” I said sarcastically, and kissed her aggressively.
By now, my cock had been pouring precum all over the insides of my underwear, and it was sopping wet in there. It’s funny how much more leaks out when you think you’re going to have sex (as opposed to just watching it, for example). It’s like your balls know, and they want you to be wet and ready.
Jen stood and pulled down her skirt, kicking it off her feet, and then reached down, and lifting her heels one by one, pulled off her sandals. Every moment, as she took off those dowdy clothes, she got sexier and sexier. She pulled her sweatshirt over her head, leaving a t-shirt which rose up, partially caught in the sweatshirt. I caught a glimpse of the lower curve of one breast before the shirt fell down again. Even that glimpse was enough to ring me like a bell. Enough to remind me how utterly magnificent her breasts were.
She crossed her forearms in front of her and grabbed the lower edge of the t-shirt and began to pull it off, when she noticed my panting stare at her chest, and she stopped, smiling.
“Oh, yes, my breasts. I forgot how much you love them,” she teased, still holding the hem of the t-shirt up, showing her belly button but no more. Sure I loved them, but the way she said it made it sound like a matter of personal preference, which it wasn’t. Empirically, they were phenomenal, perfect, awesome. Any male in the world would agree. She grinned, watching my longing face, and slowly pulled the t-shirt up, at last revealing them to my hungry eyes.
Wow. I blinked, and stared some more. They were even better than I remembered. The shape, the fullness, the skin, the nipples, everything, perfect. Possibly, I thought, they looked bigger. I wondered if that was possible.
“Am I crazy or are they bigger?” I asked.
Jen laughed. “I thought you’d appreciate that. I went on the pill last month, and yes, I think they did get bigger. That or maybe I’m still a growing girl”
I had thought before they couldn’t be improved; I had thought that their size was just right, but now, I was forced to admit that growing them from a B/C cup to their new size, more like a C/D cup, had pushed them into new levels of sexiness. She had pulled the t-shirt completely off and then her panties, and now stood there confidently, completely naked and barefoot, and I was amazed at how sexy she looked. I couldn’t believe this was the same girl who had walked into the room minutes before. How could a girl look so hot naked and so plain when clothed?
I stood and pulled my shirt off quickly, and then began to unbutton my pants, but Jen came forward and stopped me.
“Let me do it,” she said, and reached down, opening the button on my pants and pulling the zipper down. This released much of the pressure, and the sides of the pants fell open, letting my erection inside my boxers ease forward into the opening. Jen didn’t pull them the rest of the way off, however. Instead, she reached forward and began rubbing me through my boxers, up and down the shaft. It felt fantastic, and she slipped her fingertips inside the pants, so she could run her hand further down inside. She slipped her hand in deeper, and I shifted my hips to make more room for her hand, and my pants slid halfway off my hips. Her hand continued down until she cupped my balls through the light material, inside my pants but still on the outside of my boxers. I was in heaven.
She slid her hand back up, and then I felt her fingertips searching for the opening at the front of the boxers, which had a single small button. She opened the button, and then I felt her fingertips go into the opening. She spread her fingers and pushed in so her whole hand was inside the opening and inside my boxers. She shuffled around in there, making exquisite, brushing contact with the bare skin of my cock, until she located it and positioned her open hand completely around it, but not touching it. I ached with the nearness of her cool soft skin to my bare cock, untouched by female hands for so many months.
She looked at me with a serious look. “I know how much you love this moment.”
I nodded, trembling.
She giggled, “It sure it wet in here…So. My hand is inside your pants, curled around your bare skin. I could touch you and work you all over, from here…” I felt her pinky and thumb lightly touch my shaft up near the head, then release. “…to here.” Now, she touched my testicles, with her index and middle fingertips, massaging lightly small circles on them. Each contact was like honey.
“Or…” she teased, “I could pull my hand out of your pants, turn around and go home. Leave you aching and full and frustrated. Hmmm.” She put the index finger of her other hand on her chin, pretending to think it over.
“I think I’ll stay,” she said suddenly, and grabbed my cock fully, immediately sliding and rotating her hand up and down on the wet, precum-soaked skin. It was beyond description. Sure, I had been jerking off daily for months, but I felt like my cock had never been touched before. The sensation was so perfect, so indescribably pleasurable, I couldn’t believe it. Her cool skin was perfectly soft, yet firm. The slipperiness of the wetness was exquisite. Actually feeling the touch of a woman’s hand was everything I had fantasized for the past few aching months. She continued to jerk me off through the hole in my boxers for several minutes, then suddenly pulled my pants and boxers all the way off, leaving me naked.
I knew I had only minutes left, with all my pent up semen, so I sat Jen down on the bed, and got her to lie back. She brought her knees up, and then spread them wide. I could see she was already wet, and I reached my hand down to rub her wet opening. Yes, she was dripping wet.
I climbed between her thighs, and aimed my cock at her opening. The head slid around some, and I searched around for the opening, but without success. I leaned back, so I could get another look, and then aimed the tip of my cock for the right spot. She was very wet, and I was soaking with precum, but still there was resistance. I pushed harder, and then felt something start to give way a little bit. At last, my cock began to go in, and the forward pressure turned into a squeezing pressure around my head and shaft. It continued to take force to push it further in, due to the tightness. Finally, I was fully inserted.
I was amazed. I mean, I’m not the best-endowed guy, not by a long shot, and pretty narrow, but her pussy was so tight that even my cock filled her completely, and it squeezed with so much pressure all around my shaft. It was almost uncomfortably tight. Almost, but not. Not uncomfortable. It was perfect.
I pumped my hips in and out joyfully, feeling incredible pleasure, but above all, shock that I was actually having sex. Her tight, wet pussy could not have been better, and my head spun with the sensation, her smell, and my excitement. Almost before I realized it, I was coming, thrusting as deeply as I could, pumping squirt after squirt of sperm inside her tight hole.
Jen looked up at me happily. I was a little embarrassed that I had come so quickly, but I think we both expected it, the first time I was getting any after such a long time. I pulled off her and lied down beside her, hugging her as she planted kisses all over my face. Jen was obviously very happy. As usual, she hadn’t come or made any obvious display of pleasure, but that was pretty typical for our lovemaking. In any case, she seemed delighted to be there, with me.
We lied around in the bed, talking and catching up.
I hadn’t told Jennifer much about Brad, mainly because I didn’t want her to know about all my voyeuristic adventures. Nevertheless, in conversation on the phone I had mentioned little things about how he was very attractive and seemed to do very well “with the ladies”, and what he was like as a roommate, but in truth I had only given her a fraction of the real picture.
After we’d been hanging out in the room for about an hour, playing, talking, and generally reveling in the joy of being together again, she asked about Brad
“So where’s your ‘stud’ roommate, I’m curious to meet him.” She asked.
“Oh, I actually made arrangements with him to be out of the room for a while so we could get ‘reacquainted’”.
“Well isn’t that considerate of you,” she said slyly, giving my butt a squeeze. “Are you sure you weren’t afraid I’d meet your hunky buddy and fall for him?” she teased playfully.
I paused, and I think she saw a trace of worry or something in my face, because she quickly said, “Sweetie, you know I’m just kidding. I’m in love with you and only you, and will always be in love with you, and I don’t care if I never see another guy again. In fact, I don’t ever want to leave this room again.” With that, she climbed up over me and began smothering me with little kisses, and I soon relaxed and we were soon rolling around on the bed, back at it again.

A half-hour later, we figured Carrie would be coming back soon, so we both got dressed and hung around sitting on the bed, listening to some music. Back in those clothes, Jen looked just as plain as she had when she walked in. I shook my head in disbelief, knowing what I knew was hidden under that sweatshirt.
Just then the door burst open, and in came Brad, in workout clothes and listening to music with earphones. He popped out the earphones as he came through the door, and said to me, “Hey buddy, how’s it going?” and stood for a moment grinning at us, before heading over to his closet.
Both of us had reflexively turned our heads toward him as he burst in, and out of the corner of my eye, I had seen Jen’s jaw drop as she stared at Brad grinning at us.
“Hey Brad, how’s it going?” I said.
“Not bad, not bad.” He said as he looked down, trying to untangle the wires of his earphones.
“Oh, this…” I said, looking over at Jen, but she was still sitting there, staring, frozen, with her jaw open. I hesitated, looking at her, then continued, “This is Jennifer, the girl I told you about.”
Brad glanced over and nodded, “’ssup” as he turned to put his player away on the shelf. Jen, usually so chatty, was uncharacteristically short of words, and said nothing. Her mouth had finally closed, but she was still in the same dumbstruck position, staring at Brad.
“Hey Kevin, what are you thinking ‘bout dinner?” Brad asked, while suddenly taking his shirt off and pulling open the door of his closet. He went behind the door, and pulled off his shorts, and then came out wearing only a towel, holding it around his hips with one hand. I looked over, and Jen’s jaw had dropped again, her tongue almost hanging out. Now she just stared and stared, I saw her eyes moving up and down his athletic body.
“We’re taking Jen’s friend to dinner; I was thinking to Donaldson Hall, you wanna come?” I said.
“Sounds good, I’ll just be one minute,” Brad said as he headed out to the showers, grabbing a change of clothes on the way out.
Jen still had not said anything, and her eyes followed his back as we went out the door. We were left, silent, in the still room. I was about to ask her if she was okay, when Carrie knocked on the door.
“It’s me, Carrie.”
“Come in!” I yelled.
She bustled in carrying a bookstore bag, looking fantastic.
“You were right, that Chapel is just darling…” Carrie started talking at length about the tour and her love of the campus. Jen remained quiet, and I chatted with Carrie for a few minutes, enjoying the freedom to stare directly into her beautiful face as I talked to her, until Brad came back into the room, in a t-shirt and jeans, having dressed in the shower. He was rapidly rubbing the towel over his wet hair, and ran right into Carrie, standing with her back to the door. Almost knocking her over.
“Oh!” she yelped.
With lightning fast reflexes, he kept her from falling over by wrapping his arm around her waist. She spun around in his arm with an angry look on her face, then stood face to face with him and suddenly froze, staring up into his face, his arm still around her. Her huge breasts were touching his chest.
“I am so, so sorry,” Brad said to her, still not letting go of her waist, “I had no idea you were there. Hi, I’m Brad.”
Carrie gazed up at him, and nodded slightly. I noticed to my side that Jen had pretty much the same, staring expression on her face. Both girls were helpless.
“Brad this is Carrie.” I said. Carrie said nothing, still gazing.
“Cool. Are we going?” Brad said, releasing Carrie’s waist and throwing his towel into the closet.
I had actually been getting pretty horny while talking with Carrie in all her prim and proper hotness, and was thinking I’d rather stay in my room with Jen, to try for a repeat performance. “Why don’t you two go, I think Jen and I will stay in.”
“Oh yeah?” said Brad, and it seemed to finally dawn on him that Jen was there, and who she was, and he broke into a grin. “Good. Good for you, man,” he said to me with an encouraging smile, and turned to Carrie. “Shall we go?” he said, opening the door. Carrie nodded mutely almost as if in a trance, and started shuffling towards the door to follow Brad obediently. The shopping bag fell out of her hand onto the floor with a loud thud as she left. It fell over and a large, hardback book tumbled out and lay face-up on the floor as the door closed behind Brad and Carrie. The cover read, “Daily Affirmations in Faith.”

After the door closed behind them, Jennifer sat distractedly on the bed, lost in thought.
I watched her in uncomfortable silence for a moment, then said, “So… what do you want to do for dinner? Want to go out?…Or, maybe we could just order a pizza?” She nodded distractedly.
“Sure…pizza sounds good.”
“Um okay, I’ll call…” I said.
While I got the phone and placed the order, she still sat there thinking to herself. After I hung up, we watched my little TV for a while, but she was only half paying attention. I tried to make conversation, asking about her drive, and about Carrie, but she didn’t seem very talkative.
Finally, trying to make conversation, I asked, “So what did you think of Brad?”
She seemed to wake up and look at me. “Oh, Brad… He seems really nice. I mean, I mean,” she stammered, “you know, you told me he was…um…attractive, but…”
“But you didn’t expect him to look like that?” I finished for her.
“Yes, I mean no, I didn’t expect that he’d be so incredibly good looking, I mean. Is he like a model or an actor?”
“Actually, yes, he told me he’s done a bunch of magazine and film modeling.” I answered without enthusiasm.
That seemed to trigger her, and she suddenly started talking like a dam had burst, “Ohmygod, I can totally see that, I mean, it’s like I’ve never seen anyone so perfect up close before isn’t it weird, I mean, it’s like you only see people like that on TV or in movies and you don’t think they exist in real life and then he’s standing there, right in front of you, and he’s your roommate, and he’s perfect, and he’s in such good shape, his body is so solid, and did you see his chest and his abs, and his thighs and his…” her voice trailed off for a moment “…umm his body, and that face, that perfect face and features. Omigod, he must have girls crawling all over him all the time. Why didn’t you tell me, I mean, what’s it like, living with him, here, all the time, here in this room, in this very room?” Her eyes danced around the room, over Brad’s things, his clothing in the closet, his bed. As if she were looking for his ghost to suddenly appear from these artifacts.
She didn’t really wait for me to answer, and she went on and on in similar fashion, although she gradually talked herself out over a few minutes and sort of became herself again. As she cooled, she still continued to ask different questions about Brad, but in a more, “oh, by the way…” “I’m curious about…” -type of way.
After a bit, she finally seemed to catch herself and she said, “Kevin, don’t mind me, I’m just curious about your roommate, is all. I’m just...surprised you didn’t say more about him. Anyway, sweetie, I don’t want you to read too much into me talking on about him, it’s nothing, really. I’m just curious. That, and I’ve been stuck at an all-girls campus for six weeks now, and am getting re-oriented about what men look like,” she joked. “I told you, I love you, and only you, and you’re the guy for me…”
To prove her point, she started climbing onto me as I sat on the edge of the bed, removing her sweatshirt to reveal a nice halter top she had put on under it, and sat down on my lap, facing me with her legs and arms around me, kissing me hard on the mouth. After a long moment, she broke off the kiss, and said, “Now do you believe me?”
I made a play-skeptical expression, and said, “I’m not so sure…”
She smiled and got a twinkle in her eye. “Maybe this will convince you.”, and pulled her feet behind her, off the bed, and began sliding down my front until her knees were on the floor, leaving her face-to-face with my zipper. I loved seeing her face there, and she reached up and started lowering my zipper. I was thrilled; oral sex was something she had done before, but very rarely. On those occasions when she did, however, she was great at it.
When the zipper was halfway down, she stopped, and said, “Wait, I forgot something.” Damn, I thought. What had she forgot?
She reached up to the upper edge of the front of her loose halter top, and grabbed it firmly in both hands, grabbing with it the upper edge of her bra too, then suddenly firmly pulled them both out and down, exposing her perfect breasts and tucking the fabric under them. Her incredible breasts were lifted up and compressed by the material, squeezing them together and thrusting them out. “I thought you might like to see these,” she said, staring down at them, as if she herself was impressed by how perfect they were. Yes. Yes.
The nipples were erect, and she looked away from the breasts up to my eyes. I looked down at her, kneeling in front of me, with her magnificent breasts coming over her top, and her eyes sexily staring at me with her mouth opened suggestively. “Is it okay if I suck your cock?” she asked with a pouty look and unzipped me the rest of the way. I didn’t even respond, I was so stunned to hear Jen talk like that, but I think it was a rhetorical question.
She pulled my pants and underwear down to the floor, leaving them around my ankles, and my erection popped up right in front of her face. She didn’t immediately suck it, but instead seemed to just want to look at it for a moment; she leaned forward and laid her ear on my thigh and gazed at my rock-hard erection fully engorged with veins and head fully inflated as if under high pressure, inches in front of her face, licking her lips sexily. She reached up with her hand and delicately took it between two fingertips, her thumb and forefinger, putting her thumb on the sensitive under side about mid-shaft. I groaned in pleasure from even this minimalist contact, and she slowly squeezed and released rhythmically with her thumb and forefinger while she gazed at it, smiling. Then she began to slowly flex her thumb and finger knuckles, alternatively, moving her thumb and fingertips deliciously side to side. It felt so good, and she turned her eyes up to my face, and watched my reaction as she made these tiny, gentle movements at random intervals, causing me such disproportionate pleasure that defied belief.
“Do you like that?” she asked.
I nodded silently, in ecstasy.
“It doesn’t take much to make you happy. Just two fingertips,” she teased as she moved those fingertips gently side-to-side. I felt hyper-aware of those two points of contact, and was consumed with pleasure.
Periodically, she pulled it closer, and licked all the way up the underside from the base to under the head. I was in heaven.
She continued this teasing for a while, with her head still on my thigh, staring distractedly at my cock inches from her face. Then, her face got a curious expression. “How big is your cock, do you know?” she asked as she stared at it. While she asked, her fingers had of their own accord suddenly accelerated their movement and pressure as she was distracted, which overwhelmed me with pleasure, making it hard to respond. When I said nothing, she looked away from the cock and up at my face.
I tried to speak. “About six inches?” I gasped out.
“Really??” she said, sounding surprised, and stared back at it carefully, holding it out still between her finger and thumb.
“Well…maybe five…” I said. I was reminded how sexually inexperienced she was, never having been with anyone else.
She started moving her fingers again, lost in thought, bathing me in pleasure, and after a while said, “My friend Jill was telling me that her boyfriend had an eight inch long cock, but I don’t believe her.” She continued to study my erection. “At the time, when she and I were talking, I was trying to remember how long yours was, but it had been so long since I’d seen it.” She released my cock, then put her hand fully around it up against the base and studied it more, as a large drop of precum oozed out of the tip. I groaned with pleasure.
“She said that she puts both hands around it, and the head still sticks out enough from her second hand for her to suck it, which seems ridiculous to me.” With Jen’s single hand around my cock, only the head and a little bit more extended beyond the end of her hand. She reached up to put her second hand on also, but there was not enough to really grab, only her pinky and ring finger around my head. She stared at the open, vacant end of her curled second hand, saying, “She’s such a liar, she must be exaggerating.” She released her second hand, drawing out a trail of precum from my tip to her palm, then held her thumb and forefinger of that hand over the part of my cock protruding from her first hand, as if mentally measuring it. Her eyes turned up to my face, “Do you think there’s really such as thing as an eight inch long cock?” she asked wistfully.
I certainly knew of at least one. In fact, Brad’s was probably three inches more than that; yet another handwidth from what she was describing, but for some reason it seemed better not to let her know. “I doubt it,” I said, a little taken aback; I certainly never expected Jen of all girls to have a size fixation, but that was what it was starting to sound suspiciously like. I wasn’t sure what to think, but it didn’t seem like a good thing.
“I know,” she said, and now held both hands around my cock, not touching it, but simulating a much larger, thicker cock, and her eyes studied and visualized it, and said, “its hard to imagine it’s true.” But the lustful look on her face as she stared at the imaginary big cock seemed to betray that she could certainly imagine it. “It’d be neat to see, though…” she said distractedly, staring at her hands.
She was lost in her reverie, and I kind of cleared my throat. She said, “Oh, yes, where was I?” she said with a smile, and leaned in towards my cock. She licked it again from the base to the tip, licking off a drop of precum hanging from the tip. “Mmmmm” she murmured.
She then opened her full lips and took my head in her mouth, then rapidly slid down to engulf the entire length. I dropped my head back and rejoiced in the pleasure of it. She started rapidly moving her head up and down, letting me in and out of her mouth, then reached up with her other hand to (just a little firmly for my tastes) hold my balls and lift them. I knew I had only moments left, and tried to focus on every sensation of the warm, unbelievably soft interior of her mouth.
“Jen…” I murmured, “I want to put it in you…” I said, feeling I might shoot any moment.
She spoke almost unintelligibly while smiling with a cock in her mouth, saying, “youu aahh in me.”
“I mean in your pussy.” I said, with difficulty.
She took her mouth off, and said, “Okay, baby.” I did love that girl. She quickly stripped, and lay back on the bed naked, opening up her legs. I was about to just jam it in her, but I knew I wouldn’t last long enough to give her much pleasure. Something about what she had said about cock size made me determined to do my best to impress her with my performance. I decided to try to work her up by eating her out, while letting myself cool down a little so I could last longer when I fucked her.
As I started licking, she began responding and lubricating. I made up my mind that today was the day when I would finally make her come. I licked and licked until my tongue was getting tired, and she was definitely enjoying it, but not yet near orgasm. I eased a finger into her pussy, and slid it around as I continued to lick.
“Oh, that’s nice…” she whispered, with her eyes closed. I thought I was onto something, and licked her clit and fingered with determination for quite a while. She obviously liked it a lot, and I kept going and going, but as I continued, she didn’t seem to be making the rise to orgasm. After going for a long time, my tongue was exhausted, and she also seemed to want me to do something else; to change it up.
I figured I had given her enough foreplay, and she’d be primed to come by fucking. I scooted up, and lined up my cock between her spread thighs.
“Did you like that?” I asked as I aimed my cock.
She nodded very perkily, and said, “Oh yes, that was great”, but somehow her very perkiness made is seem like she was not delirious with rapture, or anything.
With renewed determination, I thrust into her unbelievably tight pussy fully, and began pumping in and out. My mind was so full of all the scenes I had seen of Brad making women come that I subconsciously was imitating his motions. It didn’t have the same effect, though, of course, and I certainly couldn’t imitate the outrageously long instrokes and outstrokes, but I was determined to do my best. In my head, I could hear all the wild screams and moans of the women Brad had made come. I pumped as fast and deeply as I could, over and over, watching Jen’s face for a sign of impending orgasm. She saw me look at her, and gave me a cheery smile.
“That feels great, honey,” she said, though again, a little too perkily, I thought.
I redoubled my efforts, and pumped as hard as I could for a long time, until I was breathing heavily and sweating, and my butt, stomach and thigh muscles burned. I was quite pleased with my ability to hold off coming myself, however, Jen’s expression changed little. She was obviously very happy, but nowhere near orgasm. Jen, never previously having had an orgasm as far as I knew, certainly didn’t feel any kind of disappointment or anything. As far as she was concerned it was great sex, better than our usual.
Eventually, I got so tired I had to rest. I stopped my thrusting, and laid down on her, my cock still inside her pussy. She pulled the blankets up over my back, and hugged me tightly. “This is wonderful, Kevin, I love you so much,” she said with a perky smile.
By this time, the sun had set outside the window, and the lights were still off, so it had become quite dark. We lay there for a while under the blankets, me still hard inside her, as I rested up my energy, debating what I should do next.
“Should we order the pizza before it gets too late?” she asked. I was a little annoyed at the change of subject while my hard cock was still inside her, and hesitated.
Just then, there was a scratching sound on the door, and both our heads reflexively turned towards the sound. The door handle turned, and the door burst open in blinding light, and we could see a girl slowly coming into the room backwards, butt first. I could tell immediately by the clothing (and the quality of the ass) that it was Carrie, returning. I couldn’t understand why she was backing into the room, except that maybe she knew we were naked and didn’t want to look; that she feared she might see something ‘indecent’.
That assumption was totally wrong, however. As she came further into the room, we both saw that she was not alone, but was kissing Brad hard on the mouth, who followed her into the room. I was flabbergasted. I looked down at Jen, still naked under me, and our eyes met in a silent, bewildered questioning look, then we both looked back at them.
“Ohhhhh Braddd…”, Carrie moaned around his lips, as she rocked her head back and forth, kissing him. The door closed, and it was dark again, and they seemed to have no idea we were there; they were probably blind in the dark, but Jen and I could see them clearly, since our eyes were adjusted. Brad starting unbuttoning Carrie’s prim sweater. I knew what was coming, and looked down at Jen, still lying under me with my erection buried inside her, to see how she would react to this situation. Amazingly, her instincts seemed the same as mine, and she remained in stunned and somewhat curious silence, watching, not giving away our presence in the room. It was a little weird to be in my usual voyeuristic location with Jen, but I was still hard and inside her tight pussy. As I thought how I was about to see Carrie’s naked body, I involuntarily moved my hips ever so slightly, giving me a fantastic sensation from Jen’s pussy. This could have its advantages, I thought.
As her sweater came off, Carrie’s passionate look on her face suddenly looked scared, and she broke off the kiss and stared up at Brad. “Are you going to do…um…it to me?” she asked nervously.
Brad nodded.
“Oh God,” she said, “thank you.” And started unbuttoning her blouse herself. Soon she was standing in her long, conservative skirt and a heavy-duty-looking white bra, with extra-wide straps to support the huge cups. She pulled down her skirt, and then reached behind her and unhooked her bra. It fell to the floor, revealing enormous, but buoyant breasts. Awesome. The nipples were nearly the size of saucers. I saw Jen look up at me, as I stared at Carrie’s breasts, but she said nothing. Brad had taken off his own shirt, and began to unbutton his pants, as Carrie sat back on the bed and pulled off her panties and tucked herself under the covers, holding the blanket under her chin like a child waiting for a bedtime story. I felt the shake of Jen giggling silently under me; she had gotten past her surprise and was laughing. I guessed that Carrie’s only experience with climbing into bed was to go to sleep.
Brad approached the bed, a little perplexed, and firmly lifted the corner of the blanket out of her hands, and let himself under the blanket next to her; he was still wearing his boxers, but a moment later his arm came from under the blankets holding them, and threw them on the floor.
Carrie said, “Brad, I – oh! …what’s down here? There’s something here under the covers.” Her hand was feeling around between their naked bodies. “What is it? I – ohmygod! Is that…is that…oh lord it is!” She paused, apparently taking stock of what she felt. “I..I had no idea men’s…thingys…were so big,” she said softly, with wonder in her voice. Boy, I thought, she’s getting a warped frame of reference. Also, part of me was glad Jen hadn’t seen it, since it was hidden under their blankets. I glanced down at her, saw she was still watching them, then I looked back at the other bed.
It was obvious Carrie was really turned on. “Oh…I want it. I want it so much. Please, Brad, give it to me,” she whispered. Her face really was beautiful, and this completely unexpected facial expression of pure lust only made it more so. I was disappointed that they were so completely hidden under the blankets. Usually, I got a much clearer view and show. However, for Jen, this was all new and she was obviously fascinated and amused.
She whispered, very, very quietly in my ear. “I can’t believe this is happening. Are they going to do it right in front of us? They don’t even know we’re here.”
I nodded and looked at her, pretending to be surprised by the situation.
Suddenly, Carrie said, “Go ahead go ahead,” then much louder, “Owww…Aahhww…no it’s okay, keep going…OWWW…keep going…OWWww okay okay. No, it’s okay, keep going, god it hurts, but don’t stop I don’t give a darn keep pushing.” I visualized Carrie’s hymen being broken in rather catastrophic fashion. Soon, however, it seemed like all the pain had passed, and she felt only pleasure, and it almost made her chatty; as Brad waited patiently for Carrie to get comfortable with his cock, she lay on her back under him, and held one palm on his cheek and looked into his eyes.
“Oh my god, I had no idea it would feel like this, to be with a man. No one told me, it’s like you’re being torn apart, so completely full, but it feels so good.” I saw the blankets over Brad’s butt begin to slowly rise and fall, and Carrie was suddenly unable to speak any more.
“Ohhhhhhh ohhhh, aaahhoommm” she murmured. After a few minutes, Brad began to pick up his pace, and Carrie’s responses increased. There was a pause, and some shuffling as they apparently moved to a different sexual position under the blankets.
After that, Carrie began making pretty loud squealing sounds, and pretty soon Jennifer and I could whisper to each other without worrying about anyone hearing. Jennifer kept giggling as her friend Carrie made unusual yelps.
“I’ve never heard her do that,” Jen whispered, “what exactly is he doing to her”, she laughed quietly.
Throughout all this, I had remained still, on top of Jennifer, but still rock hard inside her. With their noise and their obvious state of distraction, I began slowly pumping again. Jennifer didn’t seem to notice, very amused by the situation. She had her head turned to the side on the pillow, watching Carrie and Brad. They were fully concealed by their blanket, and Jennifer was watching the outline of the blanket move up and down, and giggling at each of Carrie’s whimpers. “I can’t believe she’s doing this,” Jennifer whispered, “she’s normally such a prude.”
That prude, I knew, was getting the fucking of her life with the largest cock she’d ever see. Meanwhile, I was gently sliding in and out of Jennifer, and loving the sensations, but found it a little annoying that I didn’t have her attention at all. Brad paused and moved Carrie so they were at somewhat of an angle to the bed, then resumed his pumping. The motions caused the blanket to begin sliding lower down his back on each pump, revealing more and more of a side view of the couple.
“Oh oh”, Jennifer giggled, “they’re losing their cover.”
We could see more of what they were doing, and it was an exciting sight. Carrie was face down on the bed, hugging a pillow and propped up slightly on her splayed elbows. Her tummy was flush to the bed, but it was clear from the contours of the blanket that her back was arched and she was lifting her pelvis up in the air to receive Brad’s thrusts. He was positioned behind her and leaned forward over her, supporting his weight on his hands on the bed on either side of her, clearly pumping her in long, long strokes.
As we saw more and more of the two of them fucking, Jennifer’s attitude seemed to change: from amusement at the situation to getting turned on by it. Her giggling faded, and I could feel her vagina moisten slightly as she began responding to my pumping. Still her head remained turned sideways on the pillow, eyes locked on the other bed, gradually getting more and more excited.
Brad made a particularly long thrust and withdrawal, and the blanket fell away suddenly, dropping off Brad’s hips. At that moment, he was almost fully withdrawn from Carrie’s pussy, and we had a sudden full side view of both of their naked bodies, and of Brad’s enormous shaft, arcing far down from his retracted hips, down between Carrie’s thighs, then back up again into her pussy. It was a shocking sight, even to me, after having seen that huge organ so many times before.
“Ohmigod,” Jennifer whispered, and she froze rigid beneath me. I glanced down at her, and her eyes were wide, riveted on Brad’s monster cock. As Brad resumed his pumping of Carrie, in long, methodical strokes, we saw his shaft repeatedly partially disappear then re-emerge.
“ohhhhmmmmmyyygoddddd”, beneath me Jennifer repeated again, this time in a long, drawn out moan. Up until then, I had been pumping her continuously, without much reaction from her, but suddenly a torrent of moisture began flooding from her pussy around my dick, and out onto our bodies and the sheets. I have never felt her so wet, and it felt fantastic on my cock. Her eyes remained locked on Brad’s dick, but they fluttered closed now and again, and her pussy began contracting strongly and wetly around my cock. Jennifer’s face was contorted in excitement, but she never stopped watching it. Suddenly, beneath me, Jennifer began coming, her whole body convulsing and her pussy strongly squeezing my dick. It took me a second to figure out what was happening, since I had never been able to bring her to orgasm before, and didn’t recognize it at first. Jennifer also seemed a little surprised, at what I think was her first orgasm, but was not so distracted by the pleasure to lose eye contact with the sight of Brad’s cock. She made wonderful soft groans as the orgasm passed through her, and the squeezing on my cock sent me over the edge also. I accelerated my thrusts into her wildly spasming pussy, and pulsed my load into her.

Carrie was in for a long night of fucking. Jennifer and I stayed up, for a while, watching, but Brad’s endurance was too much for my sleepy, post-eruption daze. Plus, I had seen it all before many times. Although I did love watching Carrie’s beautiful face, her delicate features contorted in pleasure. As I had suspected, Carrie’s body was slender and fantastic. And, especially, I loved seeing Carrie’s huge, full breasts naked, something I would have never thought possible hours before when I was talking to her in her prim, churchgoing clothes.
I dozed off while Jennifer still watched with languid attention. A few times during the night, I woke up and sleepily noticed a trembling in the mattress. At one point, which must have been several hours later, I looked over and saw Brad and Carrie still fucking, now both naked and leaning up against the wall, on their knees. The sheet was no longer covering any part of them; in fact, it and the blankets were now far away on the floor, and even the fitted sheet on Brad’s bed had come off in two corners and was strewn disheveled across the bed. Brad had one foot braced on the bare mattress exposed, and kneeled on the other knee, tangled in the loose sheet, while he held Carrie’s hips from behind and worked his long cock in and out of her. She was facing the wall, leaning forward against it, arms spread up and wide with her palms on the drywall, thrusting her pelvis back into him.
I had thought Jennifer was asleep on her stomach, but I realized she was the cause of the shaking in my mattress. She was awake, lying on her front with her head sideways on the pillow, still watching the other bed. Both arms were down under her torso. While I couldn’t see exactly, since the blanket covered her below mid-back, I gathered that she was grinding her pelvis into her hands, which were positioned between her pussy and the mattress, bracing against the mattress to push firmly on her clit. She was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. It confused me at first, since I had never known her to masturbate, but there she was, watching Brad fuck her friend and grinding her fingers against her pussy. She couldn’t get enough. Over the next few hours, while I drifted back to sleep, I gathered that she kept watching, occasionally waking me up as she approached climax and started shaking the bed more violently.

Chapter 4

The next day, Carrie left early (reluctantly) and neither Jennifer nor I seemed to want to bring up or discuss what had happened. Also, over the next day after Carrie left, while the three of us shared that room, Jennifer continued to be oddly tongue-tied around Brad. She must have said less than ten words to him the whole time. However, I noticed that her eyes seemed to be constantly following him, or more specifically, his package. She sat silently watching him, whether he was dressed or in his boxers, her eyes seemed always glued to Brad’s outrageous bulge as he moved about the room, getting dressed, getting his books, sitting on his bed reading, whatever. She was apparently fascinated by that monster cock. And she was constantly in heat. Hornier by a factor of ten than I have even known her to be.
Partly because he was pretty busy and preoccupied, and partly because Jennifer was so silent, Brad hardly seemed to notice that Jennifer was around. Which was fine with me. I wasn’t really worried or anything; by now I knew Brad’s type, and Jennifer was definitely not that type – i.e. she was a normal girl. I had never seen Brad show interest in a girl as normal-looking as Jennifer, since he always seemed to be surrounded by the hottest of the hot. I think Brad’s ignoring girls was also partly habitual – he was always surrounded by a background of girls clamoring for his attention, and unless he found them very attractive, I think they tended to blend into the background for him.

Jennifer and I stayed camped out in our room over the next couple days, as I skipped my classes. Jennifer was pretty much herself as long as Brad wasn’t around, and we had a lot of fun. Brad popped in and out periodically, but for the most part we had the place to ourselves. Quickly I discovered a side benefit – pretty much every appearance by Brad in our room was good for one fuck for me from Jennifer. He’d come in to change books, or better yet, to get dressed for a workout, and those few minutes would recharge Jennifer’s sexual batteries instantly. He was so oblivious to her presence; he’d just strip down to change or go to the shower without a hesitation.
For example, the second morning Brad woke up late after Jennifer and I had been awake for a while cuddling in bed. He jumped out of bed in a hurry, late for class, and immediately stripped and reached for a towel to run for the shower. The brief glimpse of his huge dangling cock hanging almost to his knee before he pulled the towel around his waist froze Jennifer like a deer in the headlights. About thirty seconds after he left, she snapped out of it and turned toward me and started rubbing herself desperately against my thigh. I slid my fingers down between her legs, and the whole lower section of her panties was dripping wet, heavy with dampness and loose. The crotch of her panties was so wet it lost its elasticity, and I easily pushed it to the side with my middle finger, then slid my index finger around the dripping slippery skin until I found the raging hot opening, where it slid effortlessly into her over-lubricated pussy despite how tight she was.
She cried out, “Ohhh” at the sudden penetration, and her head dropped back as she spread her knees lying on her back, wanting more. I obligingly pulled my index finger halfway out so I could bring my middle finger next to it, and then slid both fingers in smoothly. I worked and massaged her pussy like that for what seemed like hours, but she kept saying, “No, don’t stop. It’s so good. Keep going.” She was insatiable.

Those were terrific days. Perfect days. I rarely went to class, and we rarely left the room, constantly playing, having sex, talking, then sleeping together in my little twin bed. Every night, before going to sleep, she’d slip out of her clothes and slide into bed with me, wearing only her panties, and we’d sleep like that, sometimes waking in the middle of the night and having sex again, then drifting back to sleep, naked in each others arms. Sure Brad was around, but he took no notice of her whatsoever. The only effect of his presence was to keep Jen in an almost-constant state of horniness, of which I was the sole beneficiary. It was great, and I never wanted anything to disturb it. But something did.

On the third afternoon, it happened. Jennifer and I had gone out for lunch, and had just gotten back to the room. We were kind of frisky, and after the door closed, we started playfully making out standing in the middle of the room. I was kind of tickling her and grabbing her, and she was laughing/squealing trying to get away. She was wearing a fantastic rose-colored silk blouse I had bought her last summer (to get her out of her frumpy outfits), and I managed to pull the bottom of it out of her skirt and get it mostly unbuttoned as she danced side to side, laughing and trying to avoid my hands. Her movements caused her blouse to fall open, revealing her incredibly sexy bra, which was so bright white and looked awesome against her smooth tan skin. I got the last buttons of her blouse undone and grabbed her around the waist, kissing her full on the mouth, feeling her tongue on mine. I reached my other hand up and found the clasp on her bra, which on this bra was in the front between the cups. I fiddled with it and got it loose, and the two cups popped loose and fell out to either side. Oh man. Every time I saw them, they took my breath away. How could a girl so normal-looking have such unfathomably perfect breasts? She was getting pretty turned on, and she kissed me hard and then pushed me back so I fell onto the bed so she could take off the blouse herself. I laid back, tangled in the sheets, and just watched her.
She was resplendent. Releasing the clasp had made the two cups of the bright white bra open to the sides completely, revealing her awesome, perfect, flawless breasts. Something about the whole picture, the soft red blouse, now wide open and half removed, framing the open bra, which had fallen around her back on one side, almost out of view except for the white strap over her delicate, feminine shoulder, and the remaining cup of the bra on the other side hanging open, formed a perfect, bright red and white frame, highlighting and drawing the eye toward those breasts. I was taken aback, even after having seen them so much in the last few days, at their perfection and their raw sexiness. They were just right for her frame, round and smooth and firm with the nipples hard and beautiful.
Her skin was slightly flushed and glistening from the exertion of our tickling and laughing, and her face was flushed and her lips were slightly swollen and the lipstick just slightly smeared enough to be very sexy. She looked amazing. I could not believe that this was the same girl who had showed up looking so plain days before. I dizzily enjoyed watching her pull the blouse back off her shoulders. Her blouse had those tight cuffs that you can’t get your hands through unless you unbutton them, and in taking off her blouse, the sleeves had turned inside out and she had her arms behind her back, trying to pull her hands through the still-buttoned cuffs.
Just at that moment, the door burst open and Brad charged into the room, carrying a backpack in his hand. He was about to toss it onto his bed when he suddenly froze. The backback swung back and forth by the strap he still held in his hand. I followed his gaze, and he was looking straight at Jennifer’s breasts. She too, was stunned, surprised by his sudden entrance and frozen with a startled look on her face. For a split second, no one moved or said anything. I started trying to get up to cover her with a sheet or something, but I was lying back in an awkward position and tangled in the sheets and couldn’t get up very easily. Awakened by this motion, Jennifer moved to cover herself, but still, her hands were caught behind her. She pulled on first one arm then the other, trying to get her hands out of the tangled blouse behind her back, but the more she pulled the tighter the inside-out sleeves held her wrists. As she struggled, her breasts and the open bra cups bounced back and forth in an unbearably, achingly sexy way. Her skin was fully flushed now, and her nipples were rock hard and mesmerizing. The delicate, feminine muscles in her neck and chest were tensing as she pulled her arms. The way they were caught in the tangled blouse forced her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts forward majestically. In retrospect, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything sexier. One bra strap fell off her shoulder and slid down her arm to where the blouse was bunched up. Realizing she was getting nowhere, she stopped struggling and just stood there, looking unbelievably, unbelievably hot.
I glanced back at Brad, and he was still in the same position. His mouth was hanging open, as he stared at Jennifer and those perfect breasts. Everyone was perfectly still and the moment dragged on…and on, but Brad kept looking at Jen’s tits. I had stopped trying to untangle myself from the bedsheets, feeling like I’d look stupid at this point if I tried to throw a sheet over Jen’s body after Brad had seen everything. I didn’t know what to do. I looked at Brad and cleared my throat.
At the sound, Brad snapped out of it, and suddenly flushed red. “God. I’m sorry. What am I doing? I should have knocked.” he said, looking at me. However, then his eyes wandered back to those magnificent breasts, and he said the rest kind of sideways to me with his eyes on Jen. “Sorry, I should have knocked…I shouldn’t have barged in like that…I should go…” but he still didn’t move to go.
“I should go…” he repeated after a moment, and then backed towards the door, still staring at Jen’s tits. His arm kind of flailed behind him, searching for the door handle, which he finally found and opened. He turned at last to go out the open door, and, after one last glance at Jen’s chest, walked out. The door closed behind him.
Jennifer looked in shock, still staring at the door. Her skin was flushed from head to toe, and looked shiny from perspiration. I could see her pulse beating rapidly in her neck, and I couldn’t tell if it was mostly fear or embarrassment or excitement or arousal, or just an even mix of them all that she was feeling. We both just sat there, unmoving, in silence.
Finally, she spoke.
“He saw my breasts.”
I was silent.
“Brad saw my breasts,” she repeated, with a blank, unreadable look in her eyes.
“Yeah, I think so,” I replied.
Her head whipped around to look at me, startled by the sound of my voice, as if she had forgot I was sitting there. Her eyes bore into mine.
“You, you saw it, didn’t you? He was looking right at them. Wasn’t he?”
“He sure was.” I didn’t know what else to say.
She still looked shocked, but there was just a smallest hint of a smile in her expression as she said, “Omigod, he really was. He was looking right at me. Brad was looking at ME.”, talking to herself as if she had again forgotten I was in the room.
She suddenly looked surprised as she realized to herself, “At my breasts. My NAKED breasts!”
I said nothing.
“And he kept looking. And looking.”
I had no response, and besides, she didn’t seem to be asking for one.
She continued, “He never looked away. Not once. He just watched my naked breasts.” “Didn’t he?!” she demanded, looking at me suddenly.
“um, yes…yes.”, I stammered under the intensity of her glare. He really had, for a long time, too.
She seemed to love the feedback. “It’s true, isn’t it? You saw it too, didn’t you? He looked and looked.”
“Yes, he did,” I replied lamely.
“Ohmigod, it IS true. It was me and Brad, alone in a room, and I was mostly naked, and he looked. He looked and looked. He….” she hesitated, “He…” hesitating again, wonderingly, “…He LIKED it!”
She continued, picking up steam, “He liked it…He liked it. He liked ME.” She said this last with a look on her face that was a mixture of confusion, question, and euphoria.
“He did.” She said more assuredly. “He liked my body. He liked my breasts. He liked looking at ME. I’m sure of it,” she said firmly.
She whirled on me, demanding, “He DID like looking at me, didn’t he.” “Tell me!” She seemed almost possessed.
I froze, too taken aback for a moment to respond. She continued to glare at me. Weakly, I proffered, “Yeah, I think so.”
Hearing it from someone else seemed to delight her, to make it real. She smiled widely, almost lovingly, at me, “Oh, Kevin, do you really think so?”
I nodded.
She smiled dreamily, but now eager to talk to me, to hear me confirm it. “I can’t believe it. He just burst in, didn’t he?” I nodded. She continued, “and my blouse and bra were open?” I nodded. She went on, “And he saw them. He looked.” I nodded. “He looked at my bare breasts,” she said, and she looked down, away from my face, at her breasts. I had forgotten they were still exposed. I followed her gaze down, and saw that she had cupped both of them in her hands as she gazed dazedly, lovingly, at them.
“My breasts are spectacular, aren’t they? I know they are,” she said, still looking down. “I know they are. I love them.” she said, “They made Brad notice me.”
As I stared at those perfect globes held in her delicate hands, I was again knocked out by their beauty and forced to agree. Her slight, feminine hands cupped, supported and caressed them slightly, fingertips and beautifully manicured French nails gently massaging the skin on the underside. Her nipples were as erect as I’ve ever seen them, standing straight out, achingly beautiful. Still staring at them, I heard her say, dreamily, “He liked them. He liked these.” And she rotated her thumbs and forefingers up and gently squeezed both nipples as she continued to cup and caress the breasts with the rest of her hand, sighing softly.
I got an instant, INSTANT, rock-hard erection.
She continued to caress and gently pinch her nipples with both hands, obviously getting more and more excited. She slid one hand across to the opposite breast, letting her forearm rub across her chest, her nipples, and the other hand lowered and started to caress down her abdomen. She slipped the fingertips of this hand underneath the waistband of her panties, and eased her hand down into her crotch.
She let out a little, “oh” sound when her fingers made contact with her pussy, and I could see her hand through the material of her panties beginning to massage her clit.
“oooohhh…”, she said, and began softly moaning, “…He noticed me…he noticed my breasts…Brad liked my breasts…” With her other hand she continued to rub and pinch her nipples, and to occasionally firmly grab her breast, cupping it. Her eyes were fully closed now, and she seemed lost in her own world. I saw her hand on her pussy begin to accelerate, rubbing faster. She stopped suddenly, and hooked both thumbs into her panties, and quickly pulled them off, then returned to touching herself, although now with both hands in her crotch. Her upper arms pushed her breasts together and out as she worked her pussy with both hands.
I took her getting naked as a signal, and removed my clothes too. My erection was so hard it ached. However, she didn’t notice, and kept her eyes closed, masturbating feverishly. I moved towards her, but got no response. Aching, I thrust my hips forward and rubbed my cock against her thigh. The contact felt so good, I started rubbing it back and forth on her thigh, creating a large wet patch of skin from my dripping. Still, however, she seemed in her own world.
“…uhmmm..Brad…” she moaned softly.
Rubbing my cock on her thigh got me more worked up, but was not satisfying. Finally, I decided to try and stick it in her. She was now lying on her back, so I pushed her knees apart and got between them. She had both hands on her pussy. At one point, both were up on her clit, leaving the vagina open, and I quickly thrust under her hands into her tight, tight hole.
My sudden entry seemed to wake her up, and her eyes popped open, and she stared up at me. A look of annoyance passed over her face, but then her pleasure overcame her, and she started working her clit rapidly again and closed her eyes.
“Okay, okay, you can fuck me,” she said with closed eyes.
I began pumping in and out. It felt fantastic. Jen seemed unaware that I was there.
“ohhh…he liked me…ohhh,” she said, rubbing her clit furiously. Her body began to tense like she was about to have an orgasm. “He liked me, didn’t he?” she asked. I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or to herself.
“Yes” I said.
“What?” she said, opening her eyes, startled, as if she had again forgotten I was there. Fucking her.
“Yes, he liked you. He liked your breasts.” I said.
“Oh yes!” she cried, and I felt her pussy, already incredibly tight, squeeze harder in a pulsing pattern. “Yes, yes, yes! Ohhhhhh!” She was coming; gushing wetness and squeezing my cock. I kept pumping in and out of her, enjoying the thrill of fucking her and having her react, having her come. All I had to do was tell her that Brad had liked her tits, liked HER, and it would push her over the edge into orgasm.
After each orgasm, she didn’t slow down at all. She kicked her heels into my ass, urging me to pump harder, and soon she was coming again.
I was incredibly turned on. She was making so much wetness that both of our pelvises, bellies, and thighs were glistening and slippery wet. Every time she came, more juice would flow out, and her tight pussy would squeeze and pulsate, just incredibly pleasurable sensations around my cock. I could feel myself getting close.
“Pump me harder!” She pleaded. “Tell me. Tell me.”
Not sure what to say, I hesitated. Looking irritated, she grabbed my shoulders and rolled me over so that she was sitting on top of me. She lifted her torso up so she was sitting up on my cock, and started bouncing up and down wildly. “Tell me. Tell me! What did he think of my breasts? What did he think of my body?” she demanded. “You’re his roommate, you know him. What does he think of me?” Her pussy felt incredible, and I could feel myself sweeping towards a peak.
My cock swelled up, about to burst. “I think he wants to fuck you!” I shouted. I’m not sure why I said it, (though I knew Brad well enough to know it was probably true) I was just so turned on, it kind of popped out.
“Wha-“ She suddenly froze, halfway up on my dick, with a sound like saliva caught in her throat. She stayed frozen, her eyes staring at me, wide open, shocked, questioningly, not breathing. Still not moving, softly she repeated, “It’s true? He wants to ffu…ohh…fuck me…with that huge cc…ohhhhhhh” her eyes widened, as if visualizing that huge cock aimed at HER, and then her eyelids closed and her head fell back in rapture, moaning, “ohhhhhhh…”
Then it happened. She wasn’t moving at all, but something was happening. In her pussy. It began to contract violently, pumping over and over, loudly, with squirting/sucking sounds, and juice came pouring down around my cock as she squeezed me with incredible strength. She came. She came like I have never seen anyone orgasm. Her body still frozen, the violent squeezing of her pussy pushed me over the edge, and I began spraying up into her as she came. I reflexively grabbed her hips and thrust upward into her clenching pussy, pounding it into her, as she remained still, every muscle outside of her crotch rigid and frozen as she climaxed.
We continued fucking like that for quite a while. She was an animal. While it was the best sex I’d ever had in my life, whenever I was not wild with excitement, there was admittedly a knot of worry in my stomach. At one point, Jennifer was on top of me, sliding up and down on my dick as I was still thinking about it. I knew that look on Brad’s face; I recognized it; I had seen it several times before, when he saw some new girl that really turned him on. Without exception, every single time I had seen Brad look that way at a girl, he had ended up fucking her. For hours and hours, days and days. Well.
This thought raced through my head as a lay on my back, looking up at Jennifer’s perfect breasts as she bounced up and down on my cock. Would that happen? Would Brad do that to his own roommate, well, to Jen, rather? I didn’t know. Would my Jennifer get fucked? Like Wendy had? Like all those other girls? That same way? With all that endless pumping and coming and screaming?
I came.

After our sex session, we both fell asleep, and after a nap Jennifer seemed to have come to her senses, and was acting like herself again. I’m not sure exactly what was going through her head, but I think once she calmed down she saw Brad’s interest in her as purely sexual fantasy. I’d seen this odd phenomenon with most of the girls interested in Brad, kind of a Groupie mentality, that they just fundamentally thought he was out of their league, and their rational mind just kind of dismissed the idea that he’d be interested in THEM.
Also, with her returning to her senses, I could tell she felt pretty guilty about all the things we’d said during sex. She cuddled against me and tried to make light of it.
“Pretty wild session, eh?” she said, “Did you like it? Do you mind that kind of dirty talk fantasy during sex?”
“I don’t mind, that was incredible,” I replied half-heartedly.
She snuggled against my side and kissed my cheek. “I love you so much,” she said. “You know that, don’t you?”
I nodded. “I love you too.” I really did. I kissed her deeply on the lips, and clung to her, feeling a rush of love, but love mingled with desperation. I held onto her as if it were the last time.

Over the next day or two, Brad’s behavior in our dorm room around Jennifer was markedly different. Whereas previously she might as well have been invisible to him, now he seemed almost overly aware of her presence. And Jennifer, having apparently dismissed the idea that he had any interest in her, became quite comfortable and herself around him. They chatted easily with each other, and Jennifer seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her boyfriend’s roommate. It was almost normal.
Also, having dismissed any thought of trying to attract Brad, Jennifer became her normal, slightly sarcastic self, and would even give Brad a hard time about various things he said or make fun of him. Brad seemed to love it. I think he had never had a girl talk to him like that before; he had only had girls throwing themselves at him, trying to please him, do his laundry. Suddenly, there was a girl who was actually behaving like normal person, and he thought it was really cool. The three of us had a fun time together.
Of course, when they weren’t talking, I noticed, they were still quite aware of each other’s bodies. Her eyes still habitually followed the huge bulge in his pants as he walked around the room. Now however, Brad was doing the same thing. He seemed to constantly watch the shape of Jennifer’s breasts under her sweaters, through her t-shirts, visualizing what he had seen when he saw them naked. He now knew what amazing treasures were hidden under her sweaters. Oddly, Jennifer never really noticed the fact that he was checking out her breasts, partly, I think, because she was constantly furtively looking down at his package, not up at his eyes. It was almost funny. Their obsessions with each others’ body parts were like two ships passing in the night, unaware of each other.

One time when I returned from class, the two were sitting on the bed, deep in conversation. I felt a moment of panic, but looked closer and saw that their positions were purely platonic; they were discussing Brad’s decision to transfer from Benton. They greeted me, and I sat in a chair, and we all hung out together chatting.
Later Jennifer ran out to do some shopping and Brad said to me, “Jennifer’s great, man.”
“Yep, she is.” I replied, “I hope you don’t mind her staying here so long; I know it must be a little inconvenient.”
“No. No. Not at all,” Brad said, “I like having her here. Besides, you’ve put up with me constantly bringing girls over here.” (Yes, that was big burden for me to put up with.)
Brad continued, “No, Jennifer’s…great. I like talking with her, too. I don’t know, she really…gets me, you know? I really feel a connection with her.”
I started to feel a little uncomfortable with this line of discussion.
Brad said, “But you two are pretty serious, right?”
“Yes. Yes. Very serious,” I replied. “I mean, we’re not picking out china or anything, but we plan on being together for a long time.” I continued, “You know we’ve been together for a year and a half now.” Not counting all the times I said we were ‘seeing other people’, I thought to myself.
“Yes, yes”, Brad replied, almost to himself, “you two are serious. She’s your girlfriend. Your girlfriend. Cool.” He said the last words with firmness, as if making a decision or a resolution to himself.
He got up and grabbed his backpack, “Alright, dude, I gotta run to class. Later, buddy.”
“Later,” I said, as he went out the door.
I was a little surprised, at what I thought had just happened. I had always thought of him as just following his dick wherever it led, but there was more to it than that. There was no question he was fundamentally a good guy.

Later that evening, after Jennifer came back, we all hung around the room, and things were pretty normal. Jennifer was still fixated on watching Brad’s huge package. But Brad seemed to be making an effort not to look at Jen’s tits.
I relaxed, and the next few days were great fun.

Chapter 5.

The following Saturday night, I was slightly woken up as Jen got out of my bed to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. She had on only panties, and so as she stood up she grabbed a button-down shirt of mine off the back of the chair and wrapped it around her shoulders to cover up her bare top for the walk down the hall to the ladies room. Catching a glimpse under her hands of her awesome boobs as she closed the shirt around her woke me up a bit, and I reflexively glanced nervously over at Brad’s bed, but he was asleep (alone, oddly) facing away from us. Jennifer padded to the door, and the room was washed in blinding light as she opened the door and went out. The spring-loaded door slowly closed by itself, gradually pinching off the blinding light.
I laid my head back down on the pillow, and quickly started to drift back to sleep. As the door finally closed shut, it made a loud click, which caused a stirring over in Brad’s bed. I looked over, and he kind of tossed in bed, awoken by the sound. He rolled over once, then again, and then slowly pushed himself to a sitting position. He was clearly still three-quarters asleep, but perhaps was considering taking a leak. After a moment, he made up his mind, and pulled the covers off and turned his feet sleepily onto the floor.
As he did, I noticed that his absurdly long cock was hanging out of the opening at the front of his boxers, apparently it had fallen out in his sleep. He didn’t notice, and as he sleepily stood up, it hung heavily way down, several inches below the end of his boxers. As he started staggering slowly towards the door, I silently willed him to hurry and get to the men’s bathroom, as I was worried Jenny would come back from the girls room soon.
Just then the door burst open with a blinding flash of light, and Jennifer was coming through into the darkened room. She began quickly stripping off the shirt almost as soon as she crossed the threshold, and she bumped into the chair before somewhat awkwardly draping the shirt over it, obviously somewhat blind after going from the bright hallway into the darkened room.
Suddenly, she startled and turned around to look as she noticed Brad standing frozen in the middle of the room only feet away from her.
“Oh! Omigod, Brad I didn’t see you standi-“ She stopped suddenly mid-sentence as her eyes looked closely at Brad and saw his huge cock hanging obscenely out of his underwear, pointing way down towards his feet. Also, she seemed to simultaneously remember that she was nearly naked except for her panties, but she made no motion to cover herself. Her breasts stood out magnificently in front of her, faced directly at Brad.
I looked at Brad, and he stood, unmoving, sleepy and stunned, but clearly now becoming more awake. He just stood there, staring at her awesome breasts.
Jennifer was not moving but breathing heavily, her shoulders back and her breasts rising up and down beautifully. I looked up at her face, and she was still staring down at his exposed cock. They both just stood there, not moving, not saying anything, for what seemed like an eternity. I also remained frozen, hidden in the shadows of my bed watching.
I followed her gaze down to his pendulous cock as they stared at each other, and then it happened.
It moved.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, but then faster and more purposefully, his cock began to harden as he stared at her bare breasts. Initially, while still hanging straight down, it just began to get fuller, which seemed impossible considering how big it looked already. The head swelled, the shaft became noticeably thicker and longer, which actually had the effect of making the tip go lower towards the floor. Then, after it stretched down impossibly longer and thicker, and it was nearly solid, it began to tilt up, lifting the head forwards and upwards.
Up till then, Jennifer and I had just stared in silent amazement, but as Brad’s cockhead began to rise towards her, Jennifer let out a muted whimper.
I looked up at her face, and as she stared as the rising massive pole, her face, which previously had shown only intense amazement, now had mixed with this an intense, unbearable sexual arousal as Brad quickly came to a full, rock hard erection.
They still just stood there facing each other, just feet away from each other, Brad staring at Jennifer’s incredible breasts, and his massive cock was now seemingly defying gravity, arching stridently out of the stretched opening in his boxers straight out from his body, then bending upwards, pointing outrageously towards her tits. His huge cockhead was suspended in space at a point halfway between his belly-button and her breasts. By now, I saw, Jennifer was consumed with excitement, shivering and biting her lower lip. I looked down and saw her panties were not only sopping and discolored from wetness, but a trail of her juice began to ooze in a shiny line down the inside of her thigh.
I felt like I should say something, to try to interrupt what was happening, but I was frozen. I don’t know if it was partly habit, developed from sitting silently in my bed night after night watching Brad fuck other women, or just shock, or partly the fear that there was nothing I could do to stop it, but for whatever reason, my voice just wouldn’t work.
And, goddammit, I realized, I was rock-hard.
Almost reflexively, and almost with resignation, my hand of its own volition slowly eased under the waistband of the underwear, and wrapped around the base of my cock.

For the last few days, Brad and Jen had talked so easily with each other, like old friends, teasing each other, giving each other a hard time. Now, however, they were silent, looking at each other. Jen gazed at that enormous erect cock pointed right at her for a long time in silence. Then, she seemed to force herself to tear her eyes away and look up at Brad’s face.
“Bradley,” she said in a half-whisper. She had lately been habitually calling him that, just to razz him, and he always seemed to love it. Now it just sounded full of intense arousal.
“Hmm?” Brad said dazedly, not looking up.
“Are you looking at my breasts?”
Brad snapped out of it and looked at her contritely, saying “Sorry. Sorry, Jen, I…”
“No, it’s okay, I mean…” Jen interrupted. The sudden return of conversation seemed to make her reflexively move to cover herself, and she began to bring her arms across her chest, but then suddenly seemed to catch herself and realize that’s just what she didn’t want to do. Instead, she moved her arms across under her breasts, and then in an awkward way kind of cupped them in opposite hands. Though obviously unintentional, it was incredibly sexy, given the beauty of her tits. She then regained her voice, “…I mean I just wanted to know if you’d noticed them…if they…if they were the reason you’re so erect. Did…did I do that to you?” On the word, ‘that’, her eyes glanced down to indicate his huge erection, then she looked inquiringly, wistfully into his eyes.
Brad nodded.
Jen seemed to swoon, and stared back at the huge erection staring her in the face. “Oh my god, you’re hard ‘cause of me…” She actually looked a little wobbly on her feet, in her excitement. I almost moved to catch her from falling, which would have blown my cover, but Brad beat me to it. He sensed it too, and jumped forward to grab her.
She was okay, though, and Brad’s motion put her into his arms. She looked down, and Brad’s cock was resting against her belly, the head reaching up high enough to touch the underside of her naked left breast. By reflex, she put her hand over it, holding it against her abdomen, then a moment later seemed to realize what she had just done. She looked down at what was under her hand, and she started to melt down.
“Oh god, oh god, I’m touching it…It’s so…so…much. It’s so solid. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I’m touching it.” As she said this, her hands began running up and down on the top side of the cock, pressing it against her body. She stepped back just a little, then grabbed it in both hands, then gently ran her fingers up and down it, admiring it, tracing her fingers along the veins and ridges, studying it. “I just can’t believe it’s real.”
She then started to more methodically run her hands together up and down the shaft, interlocking her fingers over the top of it. She appeared to notice an excess of friction, and paused, then brought her hands up to her mouth, covering them in spit. She brought them down, and then rubbed the spit all over the head in a twisting motion. At this, Brad sighed, and closed his eyes.
Jen heard the sound of Brad’s sigh and looked up at him. “Oh god, you like this? It’s okay if I do this? You’ll let me?” Her hands were still twisting on his cockhead.
Brad, without opening his eyes, nodded.
“Oh, Brad, thank you.” And she brought her hands back to her mouth, covered them in saliva again, and then rubbed it all over the section of shaft below his head. She repeated this several times, and eventually had him fully covered in saliva. Then, she began more energetically sliding her hands up and down the shaft together, all the way from the opening in his boxers up to the head and back down again.
Brad moaned, and he kind of leaned towards his bed, still holding her shoulders. Jen kept her hands on his cock, and they fell/lied side by side on the bed. Jen still sliding her hands all over his cock. Brad leaned his head forward to kiss her.
Jen saw the kiss coming, and said, “oh my god”, and then puckered her lips to meet his. Soon they were making out passionately with open mouths while she continued her wet massage of his cock.
Suddenly, Brad broke off the kiss, and said, “No No. Jen, I can’t do this to Kevin. You’re his girlfriend.”
Jen looked panic-stricken. She was obviously in an unbearable level of excitement. “What! No, it’s okay. It’s okay, please Brad, please! Please!” She looked ready to cry.
“But you’re his girlfriend, Jen, it wouldn’t be right.”
“No. I’m not. It’s okay, c’mon, please.”
“What do you mean you’re not?”
“I’m not. I’m not. I’m… We…We broke up.”
“You did?”
“Yes, earlier today, before you came back to the room,” she lied, grasping at straws, obviously making up the first thing that came into her head. “We broke up. I’m not his girlfriend.” As she said this she rubbed her hand up and down on his wet, saliva-covered cock, trying to be convincing.
She continued, “It’s true, we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend, we both agreed we wanted to see other people. I do. I want to see other people. I want to see you.”
Brad hesitated, unsure what to make of all this, but the massaging on his cock was obviously helping to make up his mind.
“We’re broken up. I want to see other people. Do you want me to wake him up and say it to his face?” Jen continued in an emphatic whisper.
“No, no. Don’t do that.” Brad quickly replied.
“It’s true, I’m not his girlfriend.” To make her point, she turned towards my end of the room and said softly, though not in a way to try to ‘wake’ me: “We’re broken up. I want to see other people.”
Bewilderingly, (to me at that moment) I came, squirting thick streams of semen all over the inside of the sheets of the bed.

Despite my ejaculation, I never lost my erection. I continued to watch, mesmerized. Brad seemed thrilled to find out that Jennifer was “unattached”, and immediately seemed to move to start fucking her. Jen also sensed this, and as Brad stood up and started moving her back onto the bed, Jen looked at his face in wonder as she leaned back, and said, “Are…are you going to…to fuck me?”
Brad smiled slightly at her, as she lied back on her back, opening her legs, and he gently nodded his head.
“Oh my god.” Jen murmured softly, and her eyes followed Brad’s face as he stood upright above her on his knees between her legs; then her eyes traveled down his chest and belly, then stared at his enormous erect cock, rock hard and standing up stridently, aiming right at her. Right at her. She began quivering.
“Ohhhhhmyyyygodddd!” she moaned much more loudly, and she started coming. Without any touch, her pussy was audibly contracting and pulsing, and her eyes rolled back in her head. As the orgasm rolled through her, she involuntarily spread her thighs as wide as they would go, opening up and thrusting her pulsating pussy towards Brad. There was so much juice and wetness all over her pussy, thighs, abdomen, and dripping down onto the bed, making a spot on the sheets.
For just a moment, the thought floated through my head: this was my last chance. If I didn’t interrupt somehow, my girlfriend was going to get laid for sure. I’ve thought about that moment many times since. It’s hard to explain my passivity, my resignation in letting it happen, but so many factors were stacked against me intervening. First was simply habit; I was so used to being in my bed, watching some girl get fucked by Brad, and me trying to make as little noise as possible. Second was a sense of inevitability. Ever since Brad had awoken to the recognition of Jen’s amazing body, I think in my gut I knew this would happen, that that was the moment I lost her. Even if I could interrupt it now, that I would only delay the inevitable. That if two people want each other that much, there’s very little that a third person can do about it. Anyway, in the end, I did nothing. I said nothing. As per habit, I sat silently in my bed, watching, pretending to sleep, and jerking off.
I was miserable. But miserable is not really what I was. I was panicked, crushed, and my heart was racing. But that’s kind of another way of saying excited. It’s weird, but I became keenly aware that I had never been so excited. And the feeling, feeling nervous, sweaty, scared, hyper-aware, stomach in knots, was not really so far from being sexually excited, and gradually, somewhere in there, it all flipped over to exactly that: sexual excitement. I was going frigging crazy with it. I began jerking off frantically under the covers as Brad lined up his foot long cock right at my girlfriend’s naked, spread open pussy.
Jen kept looking and looking at the huge, smooth cock as it approached her. Looking at it with a face of utter joy and even, affection. Like she was in love with it. Not with Brad, but with it. And she was finally reuniting with her long lost love. She hooked her arms around her thighs, pulling them out and back, watching Brad ease the huge mass of the apple-sized head forward and into contact with her swollen labia. They touched. The skin of his cockhead was touching the skin of her pussy. Two sections of human skin in the world I had wanted so desperately not to touch each other. Jen moaned, but kept her eyes open, watching closely. At last, Brad pushed forward with his hips.
And nothing happened. His huge cockhead simply pushed her whole pussy area inwards slightly, but it couldn’t penetrate at all. Her incredible tightness, I thought. I felt a twinge of something, either hope or dismay, that it might not be possible. Just like a Great Dane cannot mate with a Chihuahua, that outrageously large head simply couldn’t fit into that tiny hole. Brad pushed harder, but with no effect. He looked down, surprised, and then put saliva on his hand and smeared it all over his cockhead (unnecessary, really, considering her incredible wetness). He then leaned down again, and held it in his hand, trying to push it in. Again, nothing. He pushed forward while guiding it slightly side to side with his hand, trying to open the lips up, but to no avail.
“Um, Jen…” Brad said softly, “I don’t think it will g-“
“Yes!” Jen interrupted, “It will. It will. It has to,” she said with desperation, “try again!”
Brad again lined his cock up and began thrusting even harder. Jen lifted her heels and hooked them on Brad’s hips, pulling him towards her, straining with all her strength. Brad’s huge head crushed into her pussy, pushing incredibly hard. It moved. Just a little, Jen’s pussy had given way the slightest amount. “Oh!” Jen cried, and continued pulling Brad’s hips with her heels.
It moved a little more, as, incredibly, Jen’s pussy gave way some more, now noticeably opened around the front curve of Brad’s huge cockhead. “oh! Oh! OH!” Jen yelled, getting louder. Brad helped with a stronger thrust, and Jen’s pussy finally yielded fully. It opened unimaginably wide, and Brad’s entire head slipped inside. He stopped at this point, his huge head, incredibly, now buried inside my girlfriend’s pussy, but his shaft was still entirely outside. Her outrageously taut pussy lips seemed to close around the back rim of his head, sealing him in.
“Ow, ow. Yes. Yes.” Jen breathed victoriously, eyes closed, “I knew it would go.” Then, she continued, eyes still closed, almost talking to herself, “Oh god, it hurts. Oh god, I’m so full. It’s so good. It’s so fucking good. I can’t believe it’s so huge. God, it’s just so much bigger than any dick I’ve ever felt before.” (I couldn’t help thinking my cock was the only other one she’d felt.) Then, I was surprised to hear her say, “Is it all the way in?”
Brad seemed a little surprised too, since only the head, and none of the 8-9 remaining inches of his cock was inside her. “Um…” he said.
Jen opened her eyes, and then they widened as she saw that only a small fraction of Brad’s cock was actually inside her. “Oh god, oh god, oh god” she moaned, half in excitement, half in fear. She closed her eyes again, then said, “Okay, keep going.”
Immediately Brad responded, perhaps a little before Jen was ready, and began sliding deeper. Jen immediately reacted.
“Oooooo! Ow. I can’t stand it. Ooooo. Oh god, YES!” I could not believe how much meat was disappearing inside her. Brad was halfway in, and wasn’t stopping.
“oooh ooooh oh my god! It just keeps going…yes yesssss” Jen cried. And then, incredibly, it was done. Brad was fully inserted, balls deep inside Jen’s pussy. That entire monster pole of muscle was no longer out, no longer flailing about out in the air, out in the world; it was all in. Inside. Inside the body of my girlfriend.
All I could see was the insanely stretched skin of her pussy around the thickness of him. It was stretched so tightly I thought it might tear. Brad paused. I knew that many times, with Brad, the first outstroke is where the women really went crazy. Somehow, the sense of relief, the realization that they had taken everything and from here on out it would only get easier made their tension and fear melt away instantly, leaving only the dawning awareness that that incredible stretching which bordered on pain was actually the greatest pleasure they’d ever felt. That’s what happened with Jen.
Brad’s hips ever so slightly began to retract, and I could see Jen feel this, and relief flood over her face. But only for a second. Then, I watched the friction of the motion slowly pull her entire stretched pussy skin outwards with it, and then the stretched skin stayed out as the huge cock continued to slide past it under incredible tension. Her face changed completely from relief to utter bliss. Brad was only one inch into his long, long outstroke, and kept pulling out smoothly and incredibly slowly. I saw the pulling friction cause her red hot clitoris to pop out, swollen beyond anything I had seen before, and then get trapped between the incredibly taut labia and the top side of his cock. Every ridge and vein on the cock made the clit bounce up and down, but it had nowhere to go, trapped under the tightness of her hood.
Jen came.
I could see it in the flesh around her hole, that it was contracting, pulsing in orgasm as best it could, but its motion was severely constrained by the huge invader. “Aaugghhhhhhmmmmoooooooooohhhhhhhh” An inhuman sound escaped from Jen’s lips as she orgasmed, lost in a kind of pleasure beyond anything I had ever seen. Brad’s inexorable outstroke continued at the same inching pace for what seemed like hours, and the whole time, Jen’s orgasm continued.
Brad at last reached the point where he’d started, with just the head still inside, and smoothly reversed direction. Jen’s orgasm subsided, and her face looked nervous again, but the long instroke, faster this time, seemed to have no problem, going all the way in as Jen’s bare toes (with the red toenails which I had painted for her during a playful time in my bed seemingly eons away) flexed involuntarily in the air above Brad’s back.
Jen seemed to relax, and wrapped her slender, feminine legs around Brad’s hips. At the same time, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his upper body down and closer to her, and she put her head to one side and began softly kissing the side of his jaw as she got fucked.
With each in and out stroke, Brad got a little faster, gradually over ten minutes going from excruciatingly slow to moderate speed, and finally to hard, fast pumping. During this time, I watched Jen go through the same conversion I had seen happen to Wendy, Carrie, and a half dozen other girls. Somehow, though, it was different, watching a girl’s face convey that shock and discovery at getting the greatest sex of her life, since now that face belonged to my girlfriend. First fear, then amazement, then total joy and arousal, and finally, that blankness, that inability to convey anything, so lost in endless orgasms.
Brad handled her masterfully. Even better than any of the previous women. He seemed to know exactly the right pace to keep her coming over and over, lulling her into a calmness and then surprising her with intensity. She screamed and screamed, with more strange, foreign sounds I’d never heard. After a half hour, she had that glazed look from repeated orgasms, head back, staring at the ceiling while getting fucked, mouth slightly open with swollen red lips, and a long trail of drool oozing from the corner of her mouth down her cheek onto the sheet. Soon, Brad had turned her over, and was pumping her quasi-doggie style. Jen seemed to collapse into a ball on the mattress, with her knees under her, and she looked tiny under Brad. He was behind her, and even though she was not fully up on her knees, his cock was so long he had no problem reaching down to her pussy. He fucked her like this for a while, then pulled forcefully on her hips from behind to bring her up on her hands and knees, which allowed him to get a full insertion of his entire length into her. A startled scream came out of her as she was impaled, waking her from her languor like a slap. Brad started pumping hard, and within moments she was coming like crazy.
I swept my eyes over her whole body, now largely sideways to me with her facing slightly away. Her bare feet were out on either side of Brad’s knees, her toes pointed in orgasm. Her calves beautifully tense. Brad’s hands firmly grabbed her small but feminine hips, each of his fingers making an indentation in the soft skin, due to the firmness of his hold. With each stroke, he pulled her hips back and forth strongly. Jen’s tits hung down beautifully, the gravity making them seem longer, the nipples at the tips standing erect, and with each thrust, they swung back and forth with the motion of Jen’s body. Every part of that body was so familiar, every freckle and mole, the shape of her back, her shoulders, the shape of her ankles and feet. Everything I knew so well. Except her face, which was contorted in orgasm and arousal into an expression I had never seen before. And except her pussy; on each outstroke, Brad’s hips would pull out of the way, and I could see it ridiculously stretched beyond recognition.
Cooling momentarily from this last, greatest orgasm, Jen murmured, with her eyes closed, “I never knew…I never knew…”
Brad didn’t seem to hear her, and kept doing what he was doing, but Jen kept murmuring, “…I never knew what it was…” her voice tapered off, then again began murmuring, “…I never knew sex was this…”.
Brad never stopped. As usual. Their sex went on for hours and hours, till dawn. I stayed up the whole time, too. At one point, I still had a sense of how many orgasms Jen had had, but eventually I lost track. Dozens. I lost my erection only for brief times after ejaculating, and must have come five times myself, masturbating under the sheets.

Chapter 6

After they finally fell asleep, naked and exhausted and filthy from hours of sex, I quietly got dressed and headed out to class, far too wired to sleep. In class, I heard nothing, though, and just had vision after vision in my head of them naked, fucking like animals. About ten minutes into the class, my erection was rock hard, and I suddenly had a mental picture of Brad’s first insertion into Jen’s pussy. It was too much. Covering myself with my jacket, I got out of my seat and made my way out to the Men’s room, where I jerked off frantically, coming within a few seconds. By this time, my ejaculations were only one or two gentle spurts or oozes, my prostate empty, but the urge to jerk off continued unabated. In the brief moments of clarity after an ejaculation, I felt ambivalent, regretful of what had happened. But whenever I had an erection, the truth is, I loved it. Although I was not the one having sex, it was in many ways the greatest sexual experience of my life.
I found out later that Jen and Brad didn’t leave the room all the next day. They slept all morning, and through most of the afternoon they alternated napping with fucking. I didn’t know this at the time since I stayed away all day, not sure what to do or how to behave around them. I came into the room in the early evening, and they were out eating or something. I climbed into bed, delighted to have some privacy to really jerk off, but also to be in position to feign sleep when they returned. They did soon come back, and I spent another night watching them fuck, playing with myself over and over. The following days were similar.

Jennifer hadn’t even talked to me for several days. I think it was a combination of distraction, guilt, and uncertainly what to even say. Mainly, she was too busy obsessing over Brad.
Finally, on the third day, she made it official.
“Kevin, we have to talk. I want to break up.”
“Yeah, I figured.” I said sarcastically.
She softened. “I really am sorry, I completely didn’t expect this to happen.”
Oddly, her talking nicely to me, alone in our room gave me an instant erection in my pants. It was hard to believe that just three days ago, her only reason for being here on campus was to be with me and have sex with me. I became so aroused, wanting to touch her body, now off-limits to me, one more time so desperately. Having spent so much time in the last few days watching her naked body get fucked, I couldn’t bear that it was right here in front of me, inches away, concealed under clothing.
My excitement washed away any common sense or pride. I leaned forward and tried to kiss her.
She jerked back, “What are you doing? Didn’t you hear what I said?”
I leaned back, stung, and my motion made the tent in my pants stick up, and there was a wet spot on my pants where my pre-cum had leaked through. She looked down, and saw what was happening, and rolled her eyes.
“Oh God. That’s great. That’s just great.” She said with sarcasm and mild disgust. “I’m trying to have a serious discussion with you, but forget it.”
I was hurt, but still mainly awash in hormones. I wanted her so badly. “Please, Jen, just one last time.”
“NO!” She said. “No way.”
“C’mon, we’ve done it so many times, what’s once more. Please?” I just needed some release. “How about just a blowjob? Even a hand job? It won’t take long, I promise.”
“Kevin, forget it. Brad might come in, and besides that I don’t want to. I’m with Brad now, just deal with it.” She got up to leave.
I felt a flash of anger flow through me. “I’ll tell Brad to kick you out,” I said angrily. “It’s my room, too,” I continued, “Plus, Brad and I are friends, he listens to me. I’ll tell him I can’t stand the two of you together, and he’ll dump you. He will.” I wasn’t really sure of that, but it was possible. “You know how many other girls are interested in him, he’d dump you if I told him to.”
Then I was genuinely surprised, for Jennifer instantly had a look of fear on her face, and tears welled up in her eyes. “Don’t do that, Kevin, please!” she pleaded. “Oh my god.”
She looked at me with tear-filled eyes. “Kevin, please, I’m begging you, don’t ruin this for me.” She continued, “You wouldn’t do that do me, would you? After all we’ve been through?” Not the most convincing argument, I thought. “Please, Kevin, don’t ruin this for me. Please, please, please!”
I was surprised by her reaction, but unbelievably, her sudden supplication had the same effect on me again. I got an instant erection, which pushed the same wet spot up again.
Her wet eyes glanced down and noticed the tent in my pants returning. Her face changed, and she looked up at me. “I’ll do it,” she said.
“What? What do you mean?” I asked.
“I’ll blow you. I’ll make you come one more time if you’ll promise not to interfere with me and Brad.” I wasn’t sure what to say, but my erection certainly got very very solid.
As she crawled forward on top of me, forcing me onto my back on the bed, she asked, “Is that okay?” Then, “Please, Kevin, will you promise?” she said pleadingly. I nodded.
“Oh god. Thank you, Kevin, thank you so much.” She looked up at my eyes while her hands began feeling for the zipper of my pants. “Thank you,” she said one last time, then looked down at my pants and unzipped me and pulled down my pants and underwear. I lifted my hips to help her.
Without hesitation, she took me fully inside her mouth, and I suddenly found myself in that incredibly soft, warm, wet place where I never thought my cock would be anymore. It felt so good, if I weren’t so stunned by the sudden turn of events, I think I would have come immediately. As she slid the soft ‘O’ of her lips up and down my shaft, I realized it would not take long. I watched her head bob in my lap and concentrated on the soft sensations of her tongue and cheeks and lips, overwhelmed with pleasure.
She reached her hand up to secure the base of my shaft, and pulled her mouth off it wetly, and licked all over the underside. Still facing down at the cock, she again quietly said, “thank you”, and then took it back in her mouth deeply, now making a quite rapid up and down sucking, letting my cock in and out of her mouth, rubbing my balls with her other hand, making me rise rapidly towards orgasm.
I was nearly there, but she took her mouth off and leaned up, then moved up slightly on her knees to put her face close to mine. I was devastated by the loss of sensation, but then she grabbed my slippery wet dick in her hand and pumped up and down, giving me incredibly wonderful sensations as I approached orgasm.
Still pumping her hand, she looked in my eyes from only inches away. “You promise, right?” she asked. I nodded, nearly there.
“and this is it, the last time for us?” I shook my head, and she frowned.
I said, “Maybe just a few more handjobs? Please Jen?”
Her frown softened, and she said, “Okay, maybe, but only if you are good and really don’t interfere with me and Brad.” She resumed her hand pumping me full speed, and my dick rejoiced.
She could tell I had only a few seconds left. She leaned in to my face and said softly, “Feel how good this feels?” as her hand slipped up and down my wet cock.
I nodded. It was exquisite.
“Isn’t it worth it to keep quiet if you’ll keep getting this?”
I nodded again.
“I’ll make you come if you promise not to ruin this for me, okay?”
“Okay.” I croaked.
“You don’t mind?” She asked as her hand began twisting in addition to pumping up and down on the slippery shaft. I shook my head tersely, every muscle in my body tensing up.
“You’ll let me keep fucking him?” she asked, looking right into my eyes.
My only answer was to start spraying squirt after squirt of come.

This went on day after day. Brad and Jen were both obsessed with each other. With Brad, in particular, I was surprised, as he seemed more into Jen than I had ever seen him with other girls. The day after my talk with Jen, as Jen went to shower, I found myself alone with Brad.
He turned to me, “I’m sorry you guys broke up, man.”
I had no idea what to say.
Brad continued, “Listen, is it okay with you, if I, you know, see her? Now that you guys broke up? ‘Cause if it bothers you…” He left this sentence unfinished, looking searchingly at me for a response. I wasn’t sure how he would have concluded that sentence. I could believe he’d say he’d stop seeing her, but on the other hand, I was pretty sure, knowing him, he wouldn’t be able to keep his promise.
I suddenly had a brief vision of Jen’s face, close to mine, her pumping my cock, saying, “You’ll let me keep fucking him?”
“No,” I said, “dude, it’s fine. Whatever.” I couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of my mouth. And they kept coming, “Yeah, we decided to see other people,” I heard myself say.
“Cool.” Brad said simply, with a broad smile, and headed out to class.
I still don’t know why I said that. It might have been my promise to Jen, or my resignation, or, maybe, I think I liked it, and didn’t want it to end. Anyway, after that, they were quite open about being together in front of me. At first, if I walked in while they were having sex in the day, they’d stop or I’d go back out the door, but after a few days, they’d just keep right on fucking openly in front of me. They were fucking so much, it would have been impossible otherwise.
And I kept on watching. Watching my ex-girlfriend get fucked. Whenever possible. I’d usually pretend to nap or sleep, and just joyfully work my cock under the covers for hour after hour. And every few days, circumstances would arise where Jen and I would find ourselves alone. And she was still grateful.
“Thank you so much, Kevin. I know you talked to Brad and told him you were okay with this.”
“Well, you know why I did,” my erection already rising. She tiptoed over, locked the door, then came to my bed and rapidly, in a businesslike manner began pulling my pants off.
“I do know. And don’t worry, I’ll keep my end of the promise.” She said as she slipped my underwear down, exposing my cock, rock hard with anticipation. Trying to move quickly (I guess in case Brad came back) she immediately spit into both hands and grabbed hold of my cock, pumping it smoothly and quickly. My whole body went weak, and my head fell back as I was overwhelmed with pleasure. I tried as hard as I could NOT to think about her getting fucked by Brad, since I wanted it to last.
Jen said, “Thank you, Kevin. How does this feel?”
“Incredible.” I moaned.
She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Good. I want you to feel great. I want you to feel pleasure here between your legs,” she said, milking my cock, “I want you to like this. I’m so grateful to you for you not spoiling this for me. I’m so happy, Kevin. I can’t believe Brad wants me, and I’m grateful to you for making it possible.” Having her whisper things like this softly in my ear while giving me incredible sensations from her wet hands pumping my cock was almost too much to bear. I was filled to the brim with the most complicated and variegated pile of emotions.
She continued whispering, “These last few days have been incredible, and I owe it all to you. God, I’ve never felt anything like it.” She immediately looked a little guilty for having said that to my face, but she continued to milk my cock, as if to make up for it.
“You like it?” I gasped out.
She looked at me hesitatingly, then said, “You don’t mind if I talk about it?”
I shook my head.
Jen smiled brightly and started talking fast and passionately. I could sense she wanted to talk about it, and she was happy to have someone willing to listen. “He fucks me so well, Kevin.” I felt a confusing burst of shock/arousal run through me.
“I just had no idea I could have so many orgasms. God, his huge cock, and his body, and his techniques, and his endurance. It’s just so different from anything I’d ever imagined.” My excitement level surged at these words, and I began breathing heavily and twitching as I rose towards orgasm. This didn’t escape Jen’s notice. She tilted her head at me, as if seeing me for the first time, then said, “Oh my god, I think you like this. It turns you on to hear about it, doesn’t it?”
I didn’t respond.
She continued looking at me closely while rapidly twisting her hand around my wet cock, then said, “You like knowing that I’m getting fucked by such a huge cock all day and all night?”
My first spurt flew from my cock and over her lap onto the floor. She giggled and continued pumping me with her soft hand as I launched spurt after spurt, saying, “Oh my god you love it.”

And so it went, day after day. I soon realized that Jen planned to stay for the full three weeks.
My three weeks.
They were supposed to be my three weeks. They were supposed to be mine. She was supposed to come and stay my room, to give me sex over and over for three weeks. And she was, almost. The same three weeks, even the same room, just with a different guy than we had planned.
Instead of fucking her for 21 days straight, I had lost her after only a few days, and now I was forced to watch, in detail, every day and night as she proceeded to get fucked by her new man. Fucked well. And I say ‘forced to watch’, but I was rapidly realizing that was not an accurate assessment of the situation.
Even when they weren’t in the room, I was jerking off thinking about them fucking. It was all I could think about. In classes, I failed some quizzes and tests, so I stopped going to them. I stopped going to class. I just sat around and watched Brad and Jen fuck, or, when they were out, fantasized about it.
A few days later, Jen and I again found ourselves alone in the room, and she again expressed her gratitude in that greatest of ways. Soon after she began jerking me off, I stared at her legs (she was fully clothed, but in a relatively short skirt), remembering how just hours before I had seen those legs naked, splayed up in the air with Brad between them, easing his foot long pipe in and out of her.
“Tell me again.” I said to Jen, the words just kind of slipping out of their own accord.
She paused in her hand motions (devastatingly), and looked at me curiously, then an understanding dawned on her, and she resumed a slow pumping of me, smiling slightly. “He fucks me so well, Kevin,” she said. Her words passed through me like electricity.
She felt my reaction and smiled, then continued, looking down and musing, “It’s so weird to hold your cock now, after holding Brad’s cock so much in the last week. Yours feels so tiny to me now. It’s hard to believe that male anatomy can vary so much. God, I love his huge dick. It feels so manly and solid in my hand…and when it’s in my pussy, I feel so utterly full, like I’m going to break open with pleasure. It’s so incredibly good. He fucks me so well, Kevin.”
I came.
Jen and Brad kept on for all those three weeks, and they seemed really happy together. Jen continued to occasionally give me hand release when we were alone, and each time would indulge me when I asked her to ‘tell me again’. I lived for those interludes. While she freely gave me that release, there was an understanding between us; that things had changed. Her body was now off-limits to me. She was always clothed when she jerked me off, and wouldn’t let me touch her. Her body was Brad’s now, and we both knew she’d never let me fuck her.
While I was so caught up in a whirlwind of sexual arousal, nevertheless there were moments where I felt I’d love to get my life back. My old life. I kept expecting Brad to move on to some other incredibly hot chick, but he seemed incredibly devoted to Jen. I began to wonder, with a distinctly unpleasant feeling in my stomach, if they might stay together for good. Somehow, this thought crossed some boundary in my head and made me fully miserable, not aroused at all.

Chapter 7

At last, Jen’s three weeks came to an end, and I began wondering when she was going to leave. At one point, while I was at my desk doing homework, I overheard them talking.
“I think I’ll just stay. I really don’t want to go.”
Brad replied, “Won’t you get in trouble with your classes?”
“It won’t be so bad,” Jen lied.
I interrupted. “Jen, what are you crazy? It’s too late in the semester for you to get a withdrawal. You’ll get F’s in all your classes. You have to go back.” I wasn’t sure if I was arguing for her sake or for mine.
Jen looked at me sternly, as if silently accusing me of breaking my promise. “Not necessarily, I still have finals to bring up my averages.” she argued.
I decided to butt out, but I was looking forward to getting my life back again and secretly hoped she’d go.

However, the next day there was a not-unexpected development. Brad came back from practice while Jen was still out. Tossing his gym bag down, he said, “I met the most amazing girl today at the fields. She was so cool and sweet. And smart too.” Sure. And hot, I bet, I thought.
“Who is she, a cheerleader?” I asked?
“No, man, she’s a TV reporter. She came by with a crew to interview some of the players.”
“What’s her name?”
“umm. Kelly Burn, or something?”
“Kelly Burnham?” I exclaimed, “from channel 8?” Everyone knew her. She was just about the hottest chick on television, an amazing 20-something blonde with an incredible body. I had jerked off to her image on my little dorm TV more than once.
“Yeah, that’s it. Kelly Burnham. She was so nice, we had a long talk and some drinks after the interview. She’s awesome, it’s like she really understood what it’s like to lead a football team, the pressures. I really felt something with her. She might come by the reception tonight.”
And so it goes.
I thought I would have been delighted that Brad was moving on, but for some reason I just wasn’t. I knew this would be tough on Jennifer, and even after all that had happened, that just bummed me out. I’d have liked to say for sure that I was glad I wouldn’t have to watch Jen get fucked by Brad anymore, but who knows. By that time, I was so accustomed to jerking off watching or thinking about them together, that I didn’t know what to think.

Jennifer and Brad left together around 9PM to head to some football event/party, and I was in bed but not yet asleep when I was surprised by the door opening at 11:30. I hadn’t expected them back until later, but if they wanted some early sex, that was okay by me, as I reached for my cock. Sure enough, two figures came in making out. One was definitely Brad, but the girl looked too tall to be Jennifer. Her back was to me, but her hair color looked lighter than Jen’s. From the back, she looked amazing in a short miniskirt, and I was surprised/delighted to see her panties suspended taut between her bare thighs, about two inches below the skirt hem. Brad’s hand was under her skirt, working her pussy as they kissed. I had left one dim light on, but they were way too preoccupied to notice me lying in my bed.
Still lip-locked, they turned around, and I recognized her instantly. Of course it was Kelly Burnham. It’s always a little surreal seeing TV celebrities live in person, but particularly so when it’s a hot woman, and even more so, I noted, when you can also see her pussy. Kelly had fallen back on the bed and her panties dropped to her ankles as her knees came up. As she lay there on her back on the bed, making out with Brad with her knees up in the air and her panties hanging around her ankles, I had the full-on view up her skirt to her naked, glistening pussy. She looked skinnier and younger than she does on television. And hot.
As I listened to them, I quickly realized that Kelly was not at all like I would have expected. First of all, on TV she was your typical, perky blonde, always cheery and sweet, but in person she seemed really aggressive. Also, she was really foul-mouthed. I guess you’re used to never hearing television personalities using bad language, and so you assume they are that way in real life off-camera. But not like this. I mean the face looked completely familiar, but the words coming out of that beautiful mouth sure weren’t.
“Oh God, I’m so fucking, fucking, turned on. You have to fuck me now. I can’t fucking stand it,” she said as he worked feverishly to unbutton her clothes. Brad stood up and quickly pulled off his jeans and underwear onto the floor.
“Holy fucking shit. Is that thing fucking real? Oh my god that’s the biggest fucking thing I’ve even seen…”, Kelly yelled. Brad’s boner was raging and he quickly silenced her by lying on top of her on the bed. As she lifted her legs up, the panties came off over one high heeled shoe, knocking the shoe off and it fell with a thump on the floor beside the bed. The panties hung off her other ankle, where her foot still had a shoe on it, and the panties dangled in the air as she lifted and spread her perfect legs for Brad to position himself between them.
They started fucking. It was awesome, and I enjoyed it as usual.
Nevertheless, while I reflexively worked my dick under the covers, I began wondering where Jennifer was, and how Brad had ditched her. I was turned on by what I was seeing, but a part of me was worried about Jen.
Just then, the door opened again, and in came Jennifer.
“No!” she yelped involuntarily as she caught sight of Brad and Kelly fucking. I looked at her face, and she looked absolutely crushed. Brad stopped abruptly, looking back over his shoulder. Kelly leaned her head out to one side to look around Brad’s torso towards the door.
“Who the fuck is that bitch?” Kelly demanded rather inelegantly. She turned towards Brad, “and why have you stopped fucking me?”
“Ummm…” Brad said as he distractedly started slowly pumping her again, “uhh…that’s my roommate’s girlfriend.”
“Brad!” shouted Jennifer, now openly crying.
Kelly latched onto a different part of Brad’s statement than I expected. “You have a fucking roommate?” she said, looking around the room. Her eyes locked on me, and I stared back at her, stunned.
“Oh my fucking god.” She said, “Has that fucker been in here the whole time?”
I kind of hated her, but God, was she hot. My attention went back to Jen, who was talking again while sobbing.
“Brad, how could you do this?”
At this, Kelly let her head flop back on the bed in bewilderment and impatience. More softly, almost calmly, she said, facing the ceiling, “Will you please, please, please get the fuck out of here?”
Jennifer, sobbing, said more to herself than anyone else, “But I don’t have anyplace to stay”. And she turned and walked out of the room. It was true, she didn’t know anybody else on the entire campus and it was nearly midnight.
I’d like to say I went after her, but I didn’t. I didn’t even leave the room. After Jen left, Kelly kind of kicked Brad in the butt with her heels, and he started pumping her again. She kind of gave me a nasty look and nodded towards the door like I should get out too, but I didn’t move. Within seconds, she forgot about me, though, and started to moan as Brad, released from distractions, started to do his thing properly. It had the usual effect, and her eyes started to open wide. She grabbed Brad’s face in both hands and stared up at him.
“Oh my god, ohh, ohh…That’s so good….ohhhhh my god ohhmmmm” she moaned. Like the others, she clearly had never been fucked this well before.
Kelly’s face released, and she had a glazed, faraway expressionless look in her eyes. It was kind of nice, actually, seeing her put in her place. And exciting. I mean, there was no denying that this bitch was incredibly sexy, physically flawless, and I was really starting to hate her, especially after the way she treated Jennifer, but somehow the hate made me even more sexually attracted to her. Dick logic can be hard to understand sometimes.
Even though the light was on, I began to slide my hand down under the blankets to jerk off, and the motion of my hand caught Kelly’s eye. Still getting fucked on her back, her head snapped towards me and her face grew furious as she realized where my hand was going. I froze under the viciousness of her look, and thought she was going to say something, but Brad had just hit his rhythm, and her eyes suddenly glazed again.
“oh oh oh ohohohmmm” she moaned faster, as her excitement level increased. Her beautiful face was still turned towards me, and her eyes were left locked on me, but now completely glazed and unseeing. No more fury, or disgust, no more anything registered on her face except the pleasure she was getting from the deep fucking. I could tell from her sounds that she was approaching orgasm. Still her face remained tilted towards me, as she made deep moaning sounds. Her eyes, lips, chin were so beautiful. Her legs were fantastic, splayed inelegantly in the air. Fuck it, I thought to myself, and pulled the blankets and my underwear off so I could have full access to my cock. I grabbed it with both hands, and it was soaking wet from precum, and I started jerking off.
Brad remained head-down over her, back to me, taking care of business. Kelly remained in the same position on her back, and was just beginning her first of many orgasms. Her head was still aimed at me, and her eyes stared blankly at me. I waved my cock at her and masturbated openly in front of her as she came, bucking her hips wildly but seemingly only semi-consciously.
I brought my feet onto the floor and sat on edge of my bed, facing right at Kelly and continuing to pump my cock with my wet hand. As she came down from the orgasm, and was in a lull between orgasms, her eyes seemed to focus again, and she seemed to grow more aware of what I doing. A half-angry look started to vaguely form on her face, but not yet focused, like sleeping person having a bad dream. Still on her back, getting pumped in long strokes by Brad’s monster cock, her eyes flicked from my face to my cock, and then she looked like she was about to say something, opening her mouth.
“Get the fuck ou…ohhh ohhh”, she started to say, but was overcome with her renewed rise towards a second orgasm. Yet still, Kelly remained in the same position with her head rolled over towards my direction, seemingly not having the energy or will to look away. When I saw she was looking at my face, I pointedly leered at her naked body as I jerked off, looking up and down from head to toe, and what I saw was fantastic. Her blonde hair was a tousled mess on the bed behind her, her breasts were fuller-looking naked than I had expected, each rolling outwards slightly on either side of her body under gravity as she lie on her back. Her miniskirt was still bunched up around her waist, but rolled up so tightly that it was almost not noticeable. Her perfect legs were hanging in the air on either side of Brad, with one foot bare, and the other still wearing a high heel shoe, with her panties still dangling from the ankle. God, she was hot. I started feeling a rush towards orgasm, and continued pumping my cock, faster and faster. By the time my gaze returned to her face, she was again starting to glaze over as she approached her second orgasm, but I could tell she had registered my leering at her body and my accelerating jerking off.
“Fuck yo….ooo” she started to say to my face, but the orgasm came over her, stopping her mid-phrase. I was just about to come myself, and looking at her face, that sexy, beautiful, bitchy face, I was reminded of how she had yelled at Jennifer, made her cry. Suddenly, of their own volition, my legs stood me up and walked me across the room to just beside their bed, while I still pumped my cock and stared at that beautiful face (so familiar from my little TV) feeling such an odd combination of rage and excitement. Kelly’s eyes weakly followed me as I approached, but Brad, looking away, couldn’t see me at all. One step from their bed, my eruption started. The first spurt was so powerful it launched the three feet between us and hit Kelly square in the cheek. She, however, was lost in her own orgasm and didn’t feel a thing. My cock spurted and spurted, over and over again, and I was consumed with pleasure, almost unthinkingly jerking my cock, aiming it, spraying it all over her face, her hair, her mouth and nostrils, in her eye. As I felt waves of pleasure pumping stream after stream onto Kelly Burnham from channel 8’s face, I felt like during the ‘reloading’ moments between each spurt of my cock, I was reaching deep, holding off the next squirt and trying to muster from my balls as much sperm as I possibly could to ejaculate onto her face, making each heavy, forceful stream that followed that much more pleasurable. I was overcome with waves of irrational, vicious pleasure and emotion: arousal, desire, hate, and, oddest of all, a feeling of love for Jennifer. With my last squirts, I stared at Kelly’s cum-covered face and visualized how she had yelled at sweet, sobbing Jennifer, my poor love.
Weird, huh? As I came to my senses, I backed up from their bed. I then realized Brad had stopped pumping her and was staring over his shoulder at me with a startled, one-eyebrow raised, Dude-what’s-the-deal-type-of-look. But then, subtly, his mouth turned into a slight wry, amused smile, and he gave me a little wink before turning back to Kelly. I think even through his Romance-addled head, in his heart he knew what a bitch she was.

I had to get out of there, so I grabbed a towel and went to the men’s room to take a long shower. Surprisingly, by the time I returned, Brad and Kelly were asleep. I guess he’d drunk more than I thought. I took one last victorious look at Kelly, her face still covered in my semen, now drying and caking on her skin and in her hair.
I crawled into bed in exhaustion and tried to sleep. I kept worrying about Jennifer, where she was, where she’d go. It was nearly one o’clock, and she didn’t know anyone else on campus. Plus, all the cafes and bars closed at one, and I knew there wouldn’t be a bus or train out of here until the morning. I considered going out to look for her, but it was a huge campus, and I’d end up just wandering aimlessly. Besides, I told myself unconvincingly, she dumped me.
I drifted off to sleep, but almost immediately, it seemed, I was awoken by the door opening. Jennifer tiptoed into the room. She looked over at Brad’s bed where he and Kelly were sleeping in the dark, and Jen made a little involuntary whimper sound. She paused there a minute, staring at the two of them. Then, she leaned down towards me, where I was pretending to sleep, and whispered in my ear,
“Kevin….Kevin.” She touched my shoulder and I opened my eyes and looked up into her face, only inches from mine. Her hair fell forward surrounding both of our faces as she whispered, “Please, Kevin, can I sleep here tonight? I’m so tired.” She looked like she had cried a lot, eyes swollen and mascara smears down her cheeks.
I nodded, and shifted back against the wall, lifting the covers so she could climb in. Clearly exhausted and completely unthinkingly, she prepared herself for bed as she had done every night at the beginning of her stay: in one motion she slipped her shirt up over her head, unclasped and shrugged off her bra, and pulled down and stepped out of her skirt. It was over in a second, and she was climbing into the bed under the covers wearing only her panties. That had been her habit every night before we went to bed at the beginning of her stay, and in her exhaustion, I guess she just did it as a reflex. I caught an eyeful of her perfect naked breasts before she lowered the blanket over her, which woke me up fully. Hyper-aware of her nearly-naked body only inches away, I quickly got rock hard.
She was facing towards me, with her head on the pillow and eyes closed, trying to sleep, or maybe trying to look away from Brad’s bed. But I think she was still thinking about the two people sleeping on the other side of the room, because a few moments later, she opened her eyes again, and they were wet. She blinked and a tear squeezed out of the corner of her eye and slid down her face onto the pillow.
She saw I was looking at her, and she said, “Oh Kevin.” And started sobbing. Her shoulders shook, and I could feel her sobs through the shaking of the bed. I moved forward to hug and comfort her, but kind of leaning way forward with my upper body so she wouldn’t come into contact with my erection.
She cried that way for about five minutes, neither of us saying anything, I platonically patting her shoulder and hugging her with one arm. I genuinely felt bad for her. Nevertheless, the smell of her, the proximity of her nearly naked body kept me rock hard. Once, when she shifted position during her sobs, she lifted up a little, and I could see down under the blanket to her perfect naked breasts, one lying on top of the other as she lay on her side. I could tell my cock was oozing a large amount of precum.
She continued crying in silence, and I tried to comfort her.
“It’s okay, Jen. C’mon.” and “I’m sorry.” I said.
At this, she seemed to break out of her reverie. She looked up at me with teary eyes, as if re-realizing I was there, and then re-remembering what she had done to me. “What do you mean you’re sorry? Kevin, I’m the one who should be sorry.”
“Well, I mean I’m sorry you’re hurt.” I replied.
She looked at me in the eyes, frozen for a second, then hugged me with all her delicate strength. “You’re so sweet.” She whispered in my ear.
The force of her hug pulled me towards her, and now my bare chest was in direct contact with her naked breasts. I strained to keep my hips arched away from her so my erection wouldn’t touch her, but she just held on, hugging me tight. The position was quite uncomfortable, and the feel of her soft skin and her full breasts against me was overwhelming. Gradually, I relaxed my hips, and allowed them to come forward. I had no underwear on, and my precum-wetted head came to rest against her lower belly.
I’m sure she felt it, but diplomatically she paid it no notice, and kept hugging me. Clearly, though, her thoughts were not on me, as she soon started sobbing again. I felt conflicted, since her hug and the direct contact of her naked skin on mine was making me crazy, but here she was crying, and I could tell that sex was the last thing on her mind, and I tried to be of comfort, although this was becoming more and more purely an act since all I could think about was her naked body. I very, very subtly tried to exert a little more pressure with my cock against her body, as if it was unintentional, just to get a little more sensation, and she generously allowed me to and may have even pushed back a little as she sobbed.
Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. After she stopped sobbing, I held her and said, “Jen, do you think I could…” I paused with my cock pressing into her belly. I could see she knew what I was asking for.
She looked at my face, as if thinking, for a long moment and then nodded. My cock pulsed on its own as I saw that nod. She nodded again with more conviction saying, “Kevin, you’ve been nothing but nice to me.” Although she was still clearly not in any kind of sexual mood, she appeared to take pity on me. She slowly reached her hand down and grabbed my bare cock.
Heaven.
God, the sensation of her hand directly on the skin of my cock was so good. By this time, my cock was just totally wet from oozing for such a long time. She slowly slid her hand in a twisting motion over my slippery, slippery shaft. I was overcome with pleasure, and felt I might come within seconds.
I turned and started to rise up on my knees, and moved to start to climb between her legs. She acquiesced and slipped her panties off and opened her thighs, releasing her hand from my cock. I couldn’t believe it. I was going to get to fuck her again. I concentrated on not coming before I even put it in. I shuffled on my knees to get in position over her between her thighs, and she accommodatingly spread her legs wide open.
Shaking with anticipation, I was deliriously happy. My cock was so totally wet and slippery, and I felt like my cock could recall exactly what it would feel like to enter her. I held my weight on my hands and aimed my cock in without using my hands. I located the opening easily, and pushed my hips forward, entering her fully, overjoyed at the prospect of feeling at last…
Nothing.
I was stunned. Absolutely nothing. I looked down to see if I had missed, but my cock was unmistakably inside her.
I felt nothing. Nothing at the tip, nothing around the entrance.
Jen too, looked a little uncertain. “Is it…Is it in?” she asked softly.
I said nothing.
Desperately I began pumping in and out with my hips, but frustratingly still felt no sensation. I hesitated, unsure what to do. I looked down at her, and she looked achingly sexy. Her beautiful naked tits looked fantastic, and I grabbed one in my hand, the soft firmness of it incredibly exciting. It was a completely arousing situation, she looked amazing, her skin felt so good, she even smelled terrific, and her open legs and inviting body position were all unbearably sexy, and I was doing just what I wanted to do most - fucking her - but I felt nothing. It felt like I was just waving my dick in the air above her. But I wasn’t, I was inside her.
Suddenly, I understood completely. Jennifer had been changed. My girlfriend. Had been changed. Three weeks, four times a day fucking Brad had changed her.
Her pussy was a wide-open canyon. I felt maybe one point of contact on the top or side of my dick, but no squeezing at all. Just air. I couldn’t believe it. She had been so incredibly tight around me just three weeks ago. I went on in a repeating cycle like this for a few minutes, looking at her naked, receptive body, getting so turned on and wanting to fuck her so bad that my hips reflexively started pumping her, but feeling no sensation whatsoever, and getting frustrated and stopping, then looking down at her body and getting turned on again. I wanted to fuck her so bad. And she was letting me. And I was. But I wasn’t. I just couldn’t believe how much space there was in there.
Jen, who I could tell had not even really wanted to have sex, was obviously feeling nothing whatsoever. Her face gradually changed from distraction to confusion to one of comprehension as I continued my cycle of fruitless efforts. She could tell I was getting frustrated and that it wasn’t going to work, and it was she who gently brought this to my attention.
“Kevin…” she said softly. “Kevin…” she repeated as I continued my efforts, still rock-hard and aroused, but getting nowhere. Gradually I slowed the fruitless pumping of my pelvis and then stopped completely.
“I know, I know”, I said quietly.
“No, it’s okay, baby. Don’t worry about it, it’s okay. C’mon, lie down. If you want, I’ll use my hands on you.”
With resignation, I slowly lifted my weight off her and pulled out, then eased around her leg to lie down next to her.
She generously reached down and began jerking me off with her hand. I expected I would only last seconds, but I guess the whole episode had kind of unsettled me. I had trouble concentrating and kept thinking about how frustrating it was not to be able to fuck her, and although I stayed rock hard and her hand felt fantastic, I couldn’t seem to rise up the curve to come.
Jennifer was patient, but I think she could tell, as she continued milking me with her hand, that something was wrong. However, then I thought about the many times she’d jerked me off over the last three weeks, how unbearably excited I’d been and how easily I came.
“Tell me again.” It just kind of popped out of my mouth without thinking.
Jennifer froze, and looked at me with a wounded look. “No Kevin. I can’t do that anymore. Not now. When he’s over there. With… her.”
“Please Jen.” I said.
She shook her head, but without conviction, and I could feel the excitement growing in my balls.
“Please Jen,” I repeated, “Tell me again.”
She waited a long time in silence, still distractedly slowly pumping my cock with her hand. I thought I had gone too far, and was about to tell her to forget it when she said in a low whisper,
“He fucks me so well, Kevin.” She looked up at my face, and her eyes were just slightly shiny with tears. “I never knew it could be so good,” she continued, her voice gaining strength. She adjusted her position so she could get her other hand under my balls and cupped and lifted them gently, massaging them back and forth as she slid her other hand up and down over my slippery cock.
“It’s the best fucking I’ve ever had, baby. His cock is so huge, and I just love it. It’s so big it hurt at first, but then I stretched out and got used to it, until it fit me perfectly. I loved it. That’s why I can’t feel you inside me anymore. He was so, so, much bigger and he stretched me out until I fit him. He stretched me until I fit him, baby. That’s why you couldn’t fuck me.”
I came huge spurts, all over her hand, all over the sheets, all over her belly.

The End

Epilogue Part 1



Jen and I stayed together for two more years after that, all the way through college. And her pussy did gradually recover to some degree. I had searched on the internet that night in a panic, and found an article, which seemed relevant, about women returning to sexual activity after childbirth. It said that the vagina would feel a lot looser to the husband, but would gradually contract over the next year, although it would probably never return to its original shape.
That turned out to be exactly true. It was never the same as it was before, but after a while I found I could get some pleasure from sex with her.
For the first six months, our sexual activity fell into a routine. We didn’t have penetration sex. She would give me a handjob and look me in the eyes, her face only inches from mine, and talk to me. Every time it was the same. Every time the same subject: her telling me over and over about the sex she and Brad had had for those three weeks. How it felt, how much she missed it, how great it was, how she would do it again anytime if he wanted. I’d last only minutes, and I’d spray on her belly as she talked. I’d reach down and finger her, playing with her clit. She’d close her eyes and say, “He fucked me so well. I just want his cock inside me one more time…”, and she would come thinking about it, remembering the sex with Brad. It seemed therapeutic for her.
The outcome of the events and my reaction kind of surprised me, but seeing my girlfriend get fucked while I was in the same room got me by far the most excited I’d ever been, and I guess I just got fixated on it. After those three weeks, regular sex just seemed so bland. Jen would try to initiate sex sometimes without talking about Brad, but neither of us could really get into it or come. After a few minutes, she’d relent and we’d drop into our habit.
From that day on, my sexual thoughts and fantasies always seemed to revolve around, or grow from, the experience of those three weeks. I replayed in my head over and over the sight of watching Jennifer being brought to orgasm over and over by Brad. But also, more generally, I always got immensely excited by the thought of my girlfriend being with other men. It really became a fixation, and I couldn’t really get as excited by anything else. Also, that fixation stayed with me. It carried on just as strong to other girls I went out with after Jennifer. These other girlfriends hadn’t actually cheated on me, but I fantasized about it with each of them, and found I could get just as excited by hearing about men they had fucked before I met them. In fact, talking about men who’d fucked them before was better in many ways, since I got almost as excited, but without the complications of them actually cheating on me.
Eventually, Jennifer and I did break up for reasons I can’t even remember, but my sexual fixation remained. I had several other long term relationships over the following three years. In each case, it was the same. There was always a beginning awkward period where the sex was lukewarm or even ice cold. Then, as we got to know each other, I’d find a way (usually when I was drunk) to get the girl talking about her previous sex experiences. One girl got weirded out by my interest, leading to a rapid decline and end of our relationship, but mostly they were surprisingly receptive. After that, our sex life would really heat up, and most of the girls seemed to range from tolerating to enthusiastic about my constant requests that they talk about sex with other men.

Also, although Brad and I didn’t room together after that semester, we remained in touch and good friends. After college, he didn’t go pro in football, but he started a very successful real estate business. It was in the same city as me, and we got together to hit some bars every now and then. It was hard to get used to him taking the hot chicks he met back to his apartment, where I could no longer watch her get naked and fucked.

At 23, I met Sharon, and I was smitten. She was great in every way, quite sexy, smart, and she saw right into me; understood me completely, front to back. Incredibly, she liked me too. Our relationship got so serious so quickly.
Also, within a few weeks of our first date, she figured me out sexually to a T. That night, we had been out at her work party at a bar, and I had gotten way more trashed than I planned. When we got home and started messing around in bed, I said something. I can’t remember exactly what it was, but it pertained to my sexual inclinations and her sexual past. And suddenly she had stopped and was looking at me very intently, studying me with a half smile on her face. We were partially naked, and she had her hand on my bare cock. She resumed stroking it slowly, and said,
“You really want to hear about my previous boyfriends? Now? While we’re messing around?” she asked with a smile.
I nodded, feeling a familiar explosion of nervousness and excitement in my stomach and loins. I was dizzy from nervousness; I really liked Sharon, and I so didn’t want her to react badly, but I didn’t dare to believe what appeared to be my good fortune, that Sharon seemed enthusiastic, or at least amused. Loving the sensations her hand was giving me, I could feel my erection turn absolutely rigidly hard and ooze pre-cum profusely.
She could feel it too, and she eyed me with a look that saw right through me.
“Well…” She started slowly, thinking, as her hand continued to massage me exquisitely, “I’ve been with sixteen guys before you. Ummm…” she hesitated, “two of them you’ve met, Aidan and Matt from work.” I had. Both of them had been at the party we were just at.
“I think,” she said carefully, then hesitated, looking at me closely, “that of the two of them, you’d like to hear about” – again a pause – “Matt,” she said decisively, still stroking my cock.
“Why?” I hoarsely whispered.
As I said, she could always see right through me. Still intently studying me with a knowing look, and watching me for my reaction, she said with a half-smile, “Because he had the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”

Needless to say, we got married.
I was really in love. I thought everything about Sharon was perfect. And sexually, I couldn’t believe my luck. She was the perfect match for me. Whereas Jen had been great, and was really the cause of my sexual fascination with my girlfriends’ experiences with other men, she was never comfortable with it. Sharon, however, really loved me, and she was so smart and understood me so well that she knew how to push my buttons. Push them? She played my psyche like a virtuoso. And she enjoyed it. I don’t think she got the same sexual charge personally like Jen had when talking about Brad, but Sharon really had fun just driving me nuts.
One time she even said she wished she had slept with more guys before we’d gotten married.
I asked, “Why? Because you wanted more experience before marrying one guy?”
“No, because then I’d have a lot more material to torture you with,” she replied. Is this the perfect girl for me, or what?

We got married, had a great wedding and honeymoon, then settled into married life. After about six months, we were looking for a better apartment, when we found the perfect place thanks to Brad, of all people. Brad was really plugged into real estate in our area, and he had a connection with the developers of a new luxury apartment building, and he had moved into the penthouse suite there. (I’m sure with all the women he brought there it looked like Penthouse). He got me an incredible deal on a 1400 sq. ft. apartment on a way upper floor with a great view.
Now by this time, I had already told Sharon everything there was to know about myself and my past, and she was quite familiar with every detail of the story of what had happened with Jennifer and Brad. I had told her all about it long ago, and we talked about Brad all the time during sex, even though she had never met him.
By the way, her reaction when I first told her about those three weeks in college when I watched Brad fuck my girlfriend every night was: “Ahhhh. Now I get it. That explains a lot,” she said with a knowing smile, like a biologist who’d just made a fascinating breakthrough discovery about her favorite biological subject matter.
While Sharon had never met Brad, as soon as I told her the news about us moving into Brad’s building, she milked it for everything it was worth (literally). That night, as she followed her usual routine of getting me worked up, sitting face to face naked on the bed, her sitting cross-legged, and me with my legs spread on either side of her. She reached down into my wide open crotch, and grabbed my cock with both hands, and then milked me exquisitely while looking right into my eyes.
“So we’re going to be living in the same building as the famous ‘Brad’. I don’t know, are you sure that’s a good idea?” she taunted.
“What do you mean?” I choked out softly.
“Well, I mean are you sure you’re willing to take that risk?” Oh God. My cock started pulsing out pre-cum into her soft, massaging hands as she playfully danced around the issue. She obviously could feel my pulsing and she smiled. She loved this, expertly playing me like an instrument.
“What risk?” I half-said, half-moaned.
“You know.” She paused, then said, “Do I have to say it?” Her hands, now fully lubricated by all my juices, slid deliciously around my cock.
“Say it,” I begged, “Please.”
“Well, the risk that Brad will steal away the woman you love…again,” she said, smiling. On the word ‘again’ she quickened her stroking. I was so excited, I felt myself rising quickly towards orgasm.
She kept going, “The risk that…” She removed one hand from my cock, and, extending her red-nailed index finger, slowly raised her finger to her mouth. “…I might not be able to resist…” She opened her sexy mouth, slightly extending her tongue, and reached her fingertip slightly into her mouth and began tracing her fingertip in a small circle on the top of her tongue. It was achingly sexy. She then closed her full red lips around her finger, and slowly sucked up and down on it, wetting it with her saliva and moaning slightly, “Mmmmm” She took out the finger and continued, “…to resist giving Brad anything…he…wanted.”
She kept pumping my cock with her other hand, and slowly lowered her hand from her mouth, wet index finger still extended. She continued, “The risk that Brad’s huge, huge, cock I’ve heard so much about…”
She brought her wet finger down near her crotch. “… might end up…” She touched her fingertip to the entrance to her pussy. “…in….here.” she said, as she slowly inserted her finger into herself. I came hard, spray after spray hitting her belly and dripping down onto the hand she had in her crotch.

While we played this way all the time, we both understood that it was a game, and we were both deeply in love, and we both knew she’d never cheat on me. She was really just great. It is incredibly fortunate, I now knew - really the ultimate sexual pleasure – to find a woman who discovers and truly understands your innermost desires/quirks/fetishes, and who is not put-off or displeased, but rather who makes sport of it; who challenges herself to see how expertly she can stimulate and satisfy those urges. Wow.

Sharon loved teasing me about Brad, but she was quite stunned when she actually met him. While we were moving in, he happened to come home just as we were bringing a load of stuff up from the car, so the three of us shared an elevator. I introduced them, and Brad welcomed us to the building and we made small talk on the ride up. At our floor, he pulled the emergency stop lever on the elevator and helped us unload out into the hallway before going up to his floor.
After we left him on the elevator, Sharon looked startled, but not out of her head the way Jennifer had been in meeting Brad years before. I mean, she was still herself.
“Wow. I can see now what you were talking about. He must have had women crawling all over him at Claremore. And the other part must be true too, even just standing in the elevator, I could tell. That bulge. It was huge.” She got a faraway look in her eyes, but just for a second. Then she was back. She grinned at me as she leaned in and hugged me under my arms. “I’m gonna love getting nailed by him,” she joked playfully, giving my crotch a gentle squeeze, and we both giggled.
After we settled into our new apartment, we soon discovered we were right below Brad’s apartment, and because each floor was laid out the same way, our bedroom was directly under Brad’s bedroom. We discovered this on the first night, as we heard the sounds of Brad’s girlfriend, Kim. I had met her once before. As Brad was getting older, he was settling down some, I guess, and his relationships were lasting longer. I had never known him to be with the same girl for more than four weeks in college, but he and Kim had been together for three months.
Clearly, though, they had not lost any energy from their sex life. As Sharon and I lie in our bed, we heard sounds coming through the ceiling from Kim that reminded me exactly of college. She kept coming, quite obviously, over and over with that same rhythm I remembered. I could almost visualize from the sounds what Brad was doing to her at each moment. We were exhausted from the move and were not feeling at all frisky ourselves, and the cable was not hooked up yet, so we just lay there, listening to Brad and Kim. As it stretched on into the second hour, Sharon was obviously quite impressed.
“I can’t believe this guy. I know you told me how great he was at it, but I always figured that was part of your exaggerated fantasy/recollection. I mean, wow. I didn’t know a woman could come that much. What is he doing to her? How long is he going to go on?”
We never did find out the answer to that one, as we both fell asleep before they were done. Kim, by the way, in addition to being incredibly hot and very nice, was pretty much the happiest female I’ve ever met. Sharon and I shared and elevator down with her a week later, and all she would talk about is ‘Brad-this’ and ‘Brad-that’.
We had them over for dinner a few times, and we all got to know each other better. They seemed happy. And Sharon and I were happy. At least at first.
I’m not sure what happened. Those first few months in our new apartment were wonderful, just great. Sharon and I were having fun, laughing, having sex, just delighted with each others’ company. But suddenly, one day, she seemed to clam up. I don’t know why, but she no longer seemed so free and easy, and suddenly seemed nervous around me. Glum, almost guilty looking all the time. I kept asking if anything was wrong, but she’d say no. We stopped having sex. She’d still give me blowjobs and handjobs, so I wasn’t unsatisfied, but every time I’d reach for her pussy or try to undress her, she say, “No, honey, that’s okay, I’ll just take care of you. Okay?”
It went on this way for several weeks, and she seemed to get more and more distraught. The second week, I ran into Kim in the elevator. She was moving out of Brad’s apartment. I wasn’t exactly surprised, but they had seemed to be doing well. I assumed there was another hot chick Brad had started up with that we’d be seeing around in Kim’s place.
The next day, all was made clear.
“Kevin, I’m really, really, really sorry, but I want an annulment.”
My lips could barely move. “Wh..What?” I murmured.
“I…I…feel terrible, I really, really do. This is the last thing I ever thought would happen, and I never would want to hurt you, but I’m in love with Brad. And he’s in love with me. We want to get married.”
“H..How…Wh..When?” I stammered.
“A few weeks ago. It just kind of happened.”
“Wh..where? Where did you do it?” I murmured, stunned.
She had a determined look on her face, as if she was expecting this question. “Please, Kevin, don’t ask me. I…I…can’t go into it, not with you, you know, after the times we…I mean, I’ve thought about this, and I’m not comfortable going into specific detail, do you understand what I mean?” She asked.
I nodded numbly.
And that was it. She moved out and upstairs the same day. No details about how it happened, where they met. I had no idea.
I think she knew me too well. Instinctively, she knew that telling me even an outline of how she and Brad had first hooked up, how they had done it, would have just been jerk-off material for me, and she wasn’t comfortable with that. So I had nothing. And I was crushed. I sat in my half-empty apartment all day, in shock. No urge to cry, no urge to jerk off. I would have thought that that, at least, would be my refuge; I mean I had just found out that Sharon had been getting fucked by Brad’s huge cock for weeks now – that was my thing - but I felt no arousal at all. I was too wrecked.
I even tried once or twice, to force myself to get excited, trying to create some fantasy scenarios about how they’d hooked up to distract myself from the emptiness I felt, to feel something, but I just couldn’t visualize it, and I gave up.
That was it, and I just sat in bed mourning all day and all evening. Relief came at 11PM that night. My therapy began.
“ooooh”
I heard a faint sound.
“Ooooooh”
Again, now louder, more clearly. It was coming from upstairs.
“oh God. Oh God. Yesss.”
Suddenly, I knew. It was Sharon’s voice.
“Oh OH OH OH Aaaaa Ohmygod, Aaaah!” It was Sharon, and she was coming. But she was making new sounds. Sounds I’d never heard her make. The ceiling above me made a thump, thump thump sound as their bed rocked back and forth, but clearly above it all I could hear Sharon’s mounting cries of orgasm.
And then, all at once I could visualize it. I had seen Brad do it to so many girls, so many times. I knew exactly what was happening to Sharon’s pussy at that moment. I knew how tightly the skin around her opening was stretched around his massive circumference. I realized I was rock hard and I starting jerking off with both hands.
Sharon was reaching a crescendo, clearly having an orgasm.
“Ohmygod..oh..OH..OOOHH…AAAAAAAH! AAAAAAH!”
I thought back to how she had playfully teased me that Brad’s huge cock might “end up…in here,” while she touched her pussy.
And it was. In there. In my wife’s pussy. At that very moment. And had apparently been in there many times before, and almost certainly would be in there many, many times again.
I began cumming spurt after spurt, feeling the pleasure overwhelm me, washing out the pain I had felt, drowning it under the massive weight of this realization: that exactly what my dick had been fixated on for years and years - my wife getting screwed by a huge cock - was happening at that very moment atop the ceiling above me.

That first ejaculation that night didn’t drain me, not by a long shot. I kept jerking off as they kept screwing, and even after they had gone to sleep. I must have come seven times that night.
And the following days. It was kind of nice, actually. Truly therapeutic. Any time I’d start to think about how she’d left me, feeling the emptiness and hurt, it would only last a few seconds. After a few seconds, the thought that she and Brad were together would reach my cock, and a wave of arousal would sweep out and upwards from my crotch, seizing 100% of my attention, and I’d be back to masturbating and fantasizing about them fucking.
The only thing that bothered me was how Sharon had shut down when I asked her about it. She had taken time to prepare to tell me the news. She, who knew me so well, knew better than anyone how much my dick was fixated on this. She had played with my cock countless times, talking me through fantasies of her fucking other men.
While I completely understood how she might feel ‘icky’ at the idea of me jerking off thinking of her and Brad together, still, I thought, the least she could have done was to give me something. She was breaking our vows, leaving me and our home and our plans, taking everything. The compassionate thing would have been to at least take pity on me and humor me and help me find some comfort in my sexual obsession. She owed me that much, I thought, even if it cost her some amount of uncomfortable-ness. Oh well.
Naturally, living in the same building, I ran into Sharon now and again over the following weeks, in the lobby, in the elevator. Whenever I ran into her, she always looked startled to see me. She’d say a quiet hello, and then she’d be silent and uncomfortable, looking miserably guilty.
Good, I thought.
It seemed like she wanted to say more, to apologize, to ask how I was holding up, but she seemed to feel, probably correctly, that it would be opening a Pandora’s box to say anything. So, we’d be silent. I was okay with that; anything she’d say would probably hurt, and I liked her to feel bad, to feel guilty. She should.
I was still obsessed with her sexually, and my frequent repeated fantasy masturbation sessions continued to keep me from really getting down. However, after about three weeks, my fantasies started to lose steam. I mean, you can only create new fictional details so many times. I again was bummed that she had refused to say anything about her sex experience. I had nothing to go on, not even a scrap.
The next day, we ran into each other at the mail boxes in the lobby. She looked great, just headed to go work out in spandex shorts and bra-like top.
“Hello.”
“Hello.” We both said quietly, then looked away.
I couldn’t help but look at her body, remembering how it used to be mine, how she used lie back and let me fuck her while she held my face in both hands and talked about men who she said had fucked her better.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught me staring at her body. But I was surprised, she wasn’t mad. She seemed to visibly relax her body, and turned towards me with genuine sympathy on her face.
“Kevin, how are you? I know this must be tough on you.”
I was caught off guard, but felt a rush of emotion at her talking to me like that. Love, loss, and arousal.
“Well, I guess I’m doing okay,” I answered without any pretense. Meanwhile, my cock started hardening just being near her and talking to her again.
“I’m glad to hear that,” she said, “I’ve been worrying about you all the time. I can’t imagine what you’re going through.” It felt great to have her talking like that. She was still Sharon. Unfortunately, I was wearing running shorts, and I could feel myself start to tent them out.
Her eyes flicked down and she kind of smirked, but in a nice way. There was a pregnant pause, and she said, “I imagine there are some aspects of this situation which probably bring you some…comfort,” she said meaningfully.
Like I said, she really knew me.
Suddenly, I couldn’t hold back. “Sharie, please, tell me about the fucking. Like you used to. Please. That’s all I ask. I need it. I need it so bad.”
She looked thoroughly startled, like she’d been slapped. Then angry.
“No. Kevin. No. I told you, I’m not comfortable with that. It’s…private.” She started storming away down the hall, but hesitated a moment, looked back over her shoulder, less mad, and said, “sorry.” And walked away.
I was mad at myself, for blowing it. She was starting to open up and I just blew it. I was so depressed I went back up to my apartment to jerk off.

I didn’t see Sharon again for a week. Then, one Saturday evening, I was walking up to our building, and I saw in the dim light of dusk the outline of an incredibly sexy woman in a red, silky dinner dress walking towards me, approaching the entrance to the building from the other direction. She had sexy high heels and the skirt of her dress came to mid-thigh. I was knocked out by her legs, as she walked towards me in that gait of a slender woman on heels which just grabs you.
As she got closer, I realized it was Sharon! She had a little tiny dinner purse, and was looking down as she walked, fishing around in it for her passkey. I’d never seen this outfit before, and she looked as sexy as I’d ever seen her, fully made up with her hair up, red lipstick, and those legs.
“I have a key,” I said.
She looked up, surprised. “Kevin! Hi, I didn’t see you.” She smiled.
I was determined not to do anything to piss her off this time. “May I say you look fantastic,” I said, a little absurdly formally.
“What? Oh, thank you,” she smiled and reflexively touched her hair. “I just got back from dinner with…” she hesitated a split second and her smile faded a bit, “um, Brad,” she finished. She clearly still felt guilty saying his name to me.
“That’s great. How was the meal?” I said quickly, trying to put her at ease.
“Oh, delicious. It’s this new place, Giotto’s. You should try it. You know, it’s good to see you,” she said as we walked through the lobby together, and as we continued chatting easily, it felt just like old times. She looked great. She seemed quite happy and light, like perhaps she’d had a glass of wine or two at dinner. I was delighted to be talking with her like this again. I know I should have been mad and all, but I just missed her so much, and, hey, the fact is I still loved her.
We pushed the up button on the elevator, and it seemed to take forever, for which I was happy, for once.
I wanted to try to put her more at ease about Brad. “So where’s Brad?” I asked.
“Oh, he’s already up in the apartment. I had to stop by my office to pick up something on the way home from dinner.” I made a mental note to get ready for jerking off to the sounds of their fucking when she got upstairs. That thought rippled down to my crotch, and I felt an erection forming. I looked down at her body. Standing side by side, I could see down her dress into her cleavage, and saw the lacey top edge of her bra peeking out beside her full breasts. Mmmm.
I was determined not to do anything stupid, but I couldn’t suppress the urge to try to get her to talk more about sex. I tried to delicately steer the topic.
“So are you and Brad doing well?” I asked.
She looked at me, but I think she could tell I was fine with talking about it. “Well, the truth is…we’re great. Really great. I….”, she hesitated.
“You love him.” I finished for her, simply, without any bitterness.
She looked in my eyes, “Yes, I do, I really do. I’m so sorry Kevin.”
“No, no, don’t be. It’s okay. Really.” I said firmly.
She looked at me gratefully with a smile. That smile. Beautiful. And sexy. Her lips were bright red, a sexier shade than she used to wear before. My erection was getting quite solid. I really didn’t want to piss her off again, but I really wanted to get her to say just a little sexual tidbit or comment or something. I couldn’t help it. Our sex life had always revolved around her sex talking to me. As we stepped into the empty elevator, and I pushed the buttons for my floor and hers, I tried to subtly get her talking.
“So you’re…satisfied?” I said as nonchalantly as I could, facing forward towards the elevator doors, not looking at her. I thought it came off pretty casual, but she was suddenly silent. Damn, I thought, of course she saw right through me. She always does. I pissed her off again, just when things were getting better.
Still there was silence, so I slowly turned to face her, ready to face the music.
As I turned, I realized she was studying at me intently. To my surprise, she wasn’t mad. She was looking at me with obvious comprehension; she knew exactly what I was trying to do, steering the conversation to her sex life, but her face showed no anger. It was partly amusement, but more than that - empathy. Pity, really. She could see how badly I wanted her to say something about her getting fucked; that type of talking had really been the foundation of our sex life as a couple. Her eyes looked lower and she saw the boner straining my pants.
“You’re trying to ‘subtly’ steer the conversation towards Brad and my sex life, aren’t you?” she asked with a slight smile.
I just nodded, humiliated. She always could see right through me.
“Omigod, Kevin, you never change. You probably think about it all the time, don’t you?” she asked. Again I nodded.
“And you jerk off.”
I nodded again.
“A lot.” she said.
I nodded. She thought for a second, then said,
“And you can probably hear it, through the ceiling…me with Brad, me coming…a lot?” Yes! On the word ‘coming’, my balls pulsed, pushing out pre-cum. I could feel it soaking the front of my pants. I was ecstatic. She’d said it, something, confirmed it. That was enough. Not to sound too pathetic, but I could use that for days. I was glad, too, because soon we would get to my floor; almost out of time. I could already visualize myself in a few minutes jerking off in my bedroom, remembering Sharon talking about her coming with Brad.
I broke out of my reverie and looked at Sharon’s face, but she wasn’t waiting for an answer. She was watching the damp spot on the front of my pants grow, biting her lower lip absentmindedly in an incredibly sexy way.
She looked up and looked me right in the eyes.
“You’re obsessed with it, aren’t you?” she asked.
I hesitated.
“You’re obsessed with the idea of me getting fucked by Brad just like Jennifer did.” she repeated.
I nodded. The thrill of hearing her say those words was washing over me and down into my groin.
She seemed to hesitate, looking at me intently with pity and genuine sadness, and seemed to come to a decision. Suddenly, she reached forward and pulled the emergency stop lever on the elevator. The elevator stopped with a jerk, and it was completely quiet.
“What are you –“ I started to say, but then she suddenly reached forward and started to unbuckle the belt of my pants.
As the belt came undone and she reached for the button on my pants, she said with firmness, half to herself, “I owe you this.” My pants fell to the floor around my ankles, and she pulled the waist of my boxers out beyond the soaking wet tip of my cock, and then down, leaving my rock hard erection standing out lonesome-ly in the cool air of the elevator.
I was thoroughly stunned by the sudden unfathomable sequence of events, but nevertheless I shivered in anticipation. However, she didn’t touch me. She positioned both hands around my cock, completely surrounding it, just a half inch away all around, not touching it, and paused. My cock ached with the nearness of her fingers. I watched as a big drop of pre-come oozed straight down from the tip onto the palm of her left hand. Still she didn’t move. I looked up at her face, and she was hesitating, seeming to gather her thoughts. Then she spoke, looking me in the eye.
“Yes, Kevin, Brad’s been fucking me. Constantly. Over and over again, in the morning, in the afternoon, at night. And yes, I’m satisfied. Far, far beyond satisfied. I never dreamed that sex could be so good,” she said. And then she grabbed both hands onto my cock. I could have died. It was so good. She used the profuse wetness at the tip and running down the bottom side of my cock to fully wet her hands, and then she spread it to the top of my cock using a twisting motion in both hands. My knees started to buckle.
“I know you told me it was big, but I had no idea. The first time he tried to put it in me, it didn’t fit,” she continued, “I wanted it so, so bad, I was so sopping wet and slippery, all down my thighs, but we just couldn’t get it in. He was that big. But, then, we tried a different position, and he got the head in. That was enough at first. It hurt a little, it felt like a fist was inside me, but it felt so, so good. After a few minutes, I opened up more, and he could really start fucking me. Oh my god, Kevin. No one has ever fucked me like that. You never came close to that.”
She said this while continuing to rapidly pump my cock in a twisting motion with both hands. She leaned her head towards me and looked at me closely, pausing the motion of her hands.
“I think it’s good for you to hear this. I know how much your cock loves it. Your cock will help you through this.” She looked down at my cock and slowly milked her hands up and down the shaft. “I can’t believe how small your cock seems, after getting so accustomed to Brad’s huge size.” I’d heard that before.
She resumed a rapid, firm, exquisite pumping of the full length of my dripping wet cock with one hand. The other hand released my shaft and dropped lower to gently cup and lift my balls, then gently massaged them while her other hand continued to pump the wet shaft. It felt incredibly good, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. She intuitively knew this also, and aimed me with her hands past her hip towards the corner of the elevator as she resumed talking with her lips close to my ear.
“You were so right about him. It was the best fucking I’ve ever even imagined. You’ve probably heard it happening. Just like all those other girls, a girl coming over and over and over again, only now he’s doing the same thing to me, your wife, giving me orgasm after orgasm, again and again. In the last few weeks he’s probably fucked me 50 times, and it just keeps getting better and better. I’m so happy, baby. I can’t believe I get to keep fucking him for the rest of my life. That huge cock will be inside my stretched pussy every night from now on.”
I began ejaculating and she continued to pump me and massage my balls as I sprayed spurt after spurt into the walls of the corner of the elevator.
“Go ahead, baby, come. Brad’s fucking your wife,” she encouraged me, “let it all out.” as I continued to spray. My semen covered the walls, and dripped down, collecting in a small puddle on the floor in the corner of the elevator. She smiled, and reached out and flipped the emergency stop switch back on again. She turned to me as the elevator jerked into motion again and while I scrambled to quickly pull up and re-buckle my pants before the doors opened.
“I’m sorry about what happened, Kevin, and I’m also sorry I shut you out. I won’t from now on. I’m with Brad, but I’ll try to help you through this. And I think we both know the best way I can help you through this,” she said, looking pointedly down at my crotch.
Just then the doors opened for my floor, and I staggered out into my hallway, turning back to look at her, still perfectly attired in that sexy dinner dress and heels. The doors began to close and she smiled goodbye, then said just before the doors closed, “meet me in the elevator, same time next week.”
I stood there, stunned, thrilled, and delighted. Then, I turned and hurried towards my apartment to jerk off a second time.

Sharon kept her promise, and we met every week in the elevator or elsewhere where she’d repeat her ‘treatment’, giving me a handjob and giving me more details of her sex life with Brad. When we saw each other, we pretty much fell into the familiar sexual routine we had had for years (except she wouldn’t fuck me) where she would continue to amaze me with the way she knew how to push my buttons, talk to me and drive me crazy. Only now she had infinitely more material to work with, since she was genuinely living with and fucking another man. It was amazing. I was so excited all the time, I never again had the chance to get depressed about losing her. The truth is, even though she had left me, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.
And, in the end, they never did get married. Brad and Sharon stayed together for seven months - a surprisingly long time for Brad – but he eventually took up suddenly with a Venezuelan model who had just signed with Victoria’s Secret, and Sharon was out of the picture. She did the obvious thing and moved back downstairs with me. The paperwork had not even gone through on the annulment, so we were actually still married.
We’ve been married ever since. But it’s different than it was before. Better, actually. Somehow, the knowledge that my wife had spent seven months living with another man, getting fucked more than once a day by the largest cock I’ve ever even heard of, made it better. It was everything my sexual fixation could ever desire, and in the ‘hands’ of a maestro like Sharon, she wove that into sexual magic for years to come.
Of course, it was probably a year before I could feel any friction or pleasure from penetrating her stretched-out pussy, but in a way, that’s part of the fun.

OOAA

Re: Three Weeks--the entire story!!

Unread post by OOAA » Fri Nov 27, 2020 2:38 am

Another one of the greatest stories here ;)

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