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Subject: {ASSM} House Guest 9 {T. Frottage} (Mm/f, oral)
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This story is intended for persons over 18. Sexually explicit material.
Writer welcomes comments on House Guest series.
House Guest 9: Return the Favor
By Thomas Frottage
I was really feeling horny for another threesome with my roommates or a solo
shot with Marissa. I knew Marissa said she was only supposed to do me when
Brad was home so he could get pleasure from watching too. I thought, if I
played my cards right, I could get around that and slip my dick in her alone.
It had become obvious to me from the last time that I really did get her juices
flowing.
To make matters worse, Monday night I had dinner with Nikki. We didn't go
anywhere fancy, just a casual bite to eat, but it had been a long time since
the two of us had done anything together. She still hinted at wanting me to be
her boyfriend, exclusively. I really didn't want that; all I wanted was a
chance to bury my dick inside her. God was she hot. I figured CJ had not told
her about our little adventures together because Nikki never said anything. I
played along nicely never dismissing the idea of a relationship. We actually
set up another "date" for sometime over the coming weekend. I hoped it was as
hot as the last time we went out on a weekend. At the end of our dinner Nikki
and I kissed, our tongues grappling with one another, my hands kneading her
firm ass through her jeans. When I got home that night I practically hit the
ceiling with only a few jerks of my willing cock.
Now, midweek, I was ready for some action. Anything, I didn't care. I just
needed to cum with somebody... preferably on them. I lounged around the front
room debating weather or not to do my homework - American Government really did
not sound very interesting right now. Maybe a slow solo session with a good
porno would do the trick. Marissa said she would be home late from work. Brad
was probably not going to be home anytime soon either and if he did come home,
so what… it's not like he hadn't seen me beat off before.
Just as I was thumbing through Brad's huge porno collection, looking for a good
amateur fuck flick, the phone rang bringing me out of my temporary fantasy
about a dozen porno-girls.
"Hello," I said trying not to sound annoyed at being disrupted.
"I'm just pulling in, so I'm glad your home," CJ said her usual smiley voice
beaming through the phone.
I was no longer annoyed. "I'm here. I'll see you in a sec," I said and hung
up the phone. What a pleasant surprise.
I threw on a pair of loose fitting shorts, figuring she didn't need to be
greeted at the door by my naked body. If all went well, hopefully she'd get to
see that anyway. I raced into the kitchen poured a can of Spaghetti-O's in a
pan and turned on the flame. I at least want her to get the impression I was
productively doing something before she called.
I heard a soft knock on the door, quickly padded over and opened it. CJ's
smile radiated at me as she stood on the darkened foyer.
"Not expecting company?" she said looking bug-eyed at my bare chest.
"Hoping Denise Richards would drop by," I replied, sarcastically. "Come on in,
I was just fixing a gourmet meal."
"You? Are you sure your hot roommate isn't helping?" she asked. It was her
turn to be sarcastic.
"Which one?"
She gave me a sly smile as she walked over toward the couch. "Which ever.
You've got to admit they're both pretty hot."
She was right; both my roommates were good looking people. Should I read
something into her comment?
I went back into the kitchen and stirred my canned feast. I noticed CJ plop
down on the couch and snatch up the remote control. Before I had a chance to
protest she was channel surfing like a seasoned pro. She folded one leg under
her tight tush and I noticed how freely her tits bounced under her charcoal
gray Henley sweater. The mock turtleneck was unbuttoned down to the last
button causing her neckline to plunge. Although she didn't have really big
tits, they were ample and very firm. I liked the way she felt comfortable
enough around me to just slip casually out of her black flats and lounge around
the house like it was her own.
"You want any of this?" I asked, pouring myself a bowl from the saucepan.
"Depends on what you're offering," she said, inviting.
I smiled in her direction, caught off guard be her quick remark. She looked
tasty sitting on the couch with those tight black drawstring pants hugging all
the right places.
"The first course is classic Chef Boyardee. Then, for your after meal
enjoyment, I thought I could offer you a new Chinese dish. I like to call it:
cream-of-some-young-guy." I used my best Chinese accent to make the dish sound
authentic.
Always a tease and extremely quick witted, CJ didn't miss a beat. "Maybe I
could just skip ahead to the Chinese dish," she said, straight faced her eyes
glaring at me with a look of desire I rarely saw from her.
I nearly dropped my bowl on the floor as I stared at her in disbelief. She
looked like such an innocent girl sitting on the couch twirling a lone strand
of blond hair with her index finger. God was she a tease! God… was a starting
to get hard?
"I'll have some," she said and left it at that.
Maybe she sensed my bewilderment because she returned her gaze to the music
video screaming from the TV screen. I took a moment to relax before taking two
bowls of great Americana cuisine out to the other room. I smiled shyly as I
gave CJ her bowl. I knew my cock was semi-hard and showing through my shorts.
I hoped CJ took notice.
We macked down on our tomatoee delight mostly talking about the stupid array of
hip-hop videos MTV played. We both wondered out loud what happened to all the
old time videos with scantily clad men and women spewing sex across the screen.
Afterall, we concluded, music is… Sex and Drugs. This gangsta shit has got to
go.
We finished eating and she insisted on doing what little cleanup there was. I
protested slightly but was all too happy to let her rinse out the bowls. As
she stood in front of the sink washing out the saucepan I couldn't help but
stare at the tight black fabric that hugged her swimmer's ass so nicely. I
felt myself getting aroused from just looking at her. I touched my growing
cock through my shorts and decided to make a bold move. CJ and I had never
really been intimate, but I thought she'd do it if I pushed the issue. It was
time for me to push.
I walked into the kitchen, my shorts tenting up from my still growing erection,
right up behind CJ and wrapped my arms around her tiny waist. I pushed my
steel cock forward against her tight ass cheeks and kissed the nap of her neck.
I felt her tense for just a fraction of a second then go completely limp. A
little whimper escaped just above the sound of the faucet water running into
the sink.
"I want you so bad," I whispered in her ear, making sure hot air escaped my
mouth to send tingles up and down her body.
She arched back against me and reached down with one wet hand grabbing my rock
hard cock. She forcefully jerked on my shaft through my shorts as she craned
her neck to kiss my waiting lips.
"Are we alone?" she asked, breathy.
"Yes," I said, barely.
"Take me right here. I've wanted you forever," she said, begging, practically
pleading. Her eyes were wide open, her face flush with excitement. I had
never seen her like this.
CJ turned to face me, her tongue dove between my lips forcefully kissing me
like she was possessed. Suddenly both her hands were in my shorts, one forcing
them down, the other stroking my smooth rod.
I used my legs to help her get my shorts completely off and stepped out of them
forcing her further back against the counter. My hands reached up under her
sweater feeling her bare tits and erect nipples. CJ murmured soft joyful
sounds as my hands explored her luxurious breasts. I pinched both nipples
playfully and lightly ran my fingers along the tops of her tits, sending
shuttering sensations through her.
I forced her sweater over her head so I could see her glorious body while I
played with her tits. Her skin was unblemished from all the time she spent in
the water. Her stomach was well defined with an almost perfect six-pack
accentuating the gold hoop she wore in her bellybutton.
I suckled her nipples alternating from one to the other while she continued to
jerk my stiff shaft with a determined purpose. My knees buckled and I bent
backward, the feeling so overwhelming I thought I was going to erupt onto her
pants.
Strategically I moved back a half step slowing her hand motion and calming my
explosive build up. My hands left her breasts and rubbed her hips as I forced
her pants down revealing a tempting dark blue Lycra bikini cut G-string. The
small spaghetti straps ran sensuously over her hipbones making her tan legs
look like they went on forever. Her legs were well muscled from her swimming.
Although we had fooled around a little before, this was the first time I
actually took in her whole body. She looked like a Goddess, someone who could
grace the pages of Playboy if she wanted. CJ was absolutely beautiful, more
beautiful then I had ever realized. Brad knew, though. He had told me she was
hot. He really did know women.
As much as I wanted to keep CJ's G-string on when I slipped my cock inside her,
I took that off also unveiling a neatly trimmed patch of hair like a path
leading to her sweet spot. CJ didn't have a tan line anywhere on her body.
Most of it I knew was from the pool, but she obviously fake-baked like Nikki.
Together? I'd pay to see that.
My cock twitched in her hand at the site of her awesome body. I pushed my hips
forward toward her tiny patch of hair and put my hands on her hips again. CJ
locked her arms behind her and helped as I hoisted her up on to the edge of the
counter. Her legs parted nicely as she balanced herself on the counter's edge.
I guided my stiff pole between the warm folds of her moist pussy. As I inched
myself further into her tight box, CJ pushed her hips forward urging me to bury
myself in her as deep as I could. Her breathing became labored and her body
seemed to tense again. I bottomed out inside her deep crevice as she shrieked
with joy.
CJ's strong legs wrapped around my waist and she pulled me in tight as I slowly
started rocking my hips back and forth causing my plunger to easily move in and
out of her tightness. Her engorged cunt lips made a tight seal around my thick
shaft and tightened with every thrust. Her stomach muscles were tightly
contracted form the position she held herself in, showing an absolutely sexy
rippling effect across her midriff.
CJ's moans grew louder and louder the more I pumped. Her pussy was so wet it
felt like I had stuck my dick in a sink filled with hot water. With each
inward thrust I could hear the sloshing sound of my hardness penetrating her
wet folds. I was grunting loudly matching her every lustfilled moan. I
pinched one of her pink nipples as I continued to act like a piston in a
well-lubed engine.
CJ was leaning back against the counter with both her arms locked holding her
up. Her legs pushed forward with me each time I thrust causing my pelvis to
hit her tight ass cheeks and fill the kitchen with that beautiful skin slapping
sound. The faster I pumped the louder the sound; the harder my cock grew.
This is what I needed. I felt my orgasm building in the depths of my heavy
balls.
CJ suddenly sprang forward wrapping her arms around my neck and changing the
angle my cock penetrated her. Instead of a straight thrust I was now angled
more upward and her pleasure seemed to change with the angle. Her already
rapid breathing became even more labored, her hot breath bounced off my sweat
soaked shoulder causing a chill to run through my body. Feeling her tits rub
against my perky nipples doubled the sensation I was feeling from simply being
inside her. I was on sensory overload now.
"You feel so fucking good," she screamed at the top of her voice as my cock
once again bottomed out sending rapid pulses of joy racing through her body.
"Fuck me hard, Mike! Pound my pussy with your cock. God, I've wanted you so
long."
Her words only sparked more energy in me as I pushed my thumb against her
cherry red clit and started rubbing. I kept my cock buried deep inside her
while I let my thumb circle around her swollen love button. CJ squirmed
against my thumb causing my cock to rub against her G-spot. My stomach and
pelvis helped keep steady pressure on her clit which obviously she liked.
Before too long I felt everything inside her tighten and a sudden rush of fluid
came flooding over my cock. I didn't let up. I increased my thrusts just as
the first flood hit. CJ screamed in pleasure, bearing down against my neck
with her sharp red nails. The feeling of pain mixed with pleasure was very
erotic.
"Oh fuck!" she kept screaming as wave after wave of orgasm rushed through her
quivering body. I watched as her stomach muscles involuntarily twitched from
her gratification.
I slowed my thrusting just enough to keep her from passing out, but never came
to a complete stop. I wanted to keep her sensation at its highest level.
Besides, I was almost ready to fucking explode myself.
"I told you she was hot," Brad said from somewhere behind us, startling both of
us out of our midsex flow.
CJ looked over my shoulder at him with a sheepish grin. I knew she thought he
was hot, but wasn't sure how she'd react to him watching her get the shit
fucked out of her. I found it kind of thrilling. Maybe that's why he liked to
watch me fuck his girlfriend.
I hadn't heard Brad come in, but judging by his state of undress - he was
standing near the counter in only his boxer shorts - and his obvious arousal, I
was sure he had been there for a little while.
CJ continued to stare at him from over my shoulder. I wasn't sure if it was
because she wanted him or if she was afraid of what he had seen. Either way I
decided to take a bold step.
"You like what you see?" I asked and started thrusting a little faster.
"I sure do," Brad quipped. "I told you I thought she was hot the other day."
CJ's eyes grew big like saucers. Brad had complimented her. The guy she
thought was a real hottie thought the same about her. I swore her pussy
contracted around my cock as he spoke about her.
"You going to watch while we finish?" I asked interjecting as much bravado into
my voice as I could muster under the circumstances.
"As long as CJ doesn't mind," Brad said. Always thinking about the woman.
"If I can see your cock," CJ blurted, her eyes fixed on the large bulge in
Brad's boxers.
"Deal," he said and withdrew his massive erection.
CJ gasped with delight at the first sight of his manhood.
"It's so big," she said, amazed.
Not really what I wanted to hear, but I knew it was a fact. I felt her legs
tighten around me again, pulling me forward further into her. It looked like
she was ready for round two.
I looked over my shoulder at Brad and gave a small wink. He was standing next
to the counter stroking his hard cock while he watched me pummel CJ's dripping
pussy. It looked like he was enjoying watching my cock probe in and out of her
folds. His gaze was transfixed on a spot between her legs.
I rocked in and out of CJ at a good pace until I felt my legs starting to get
weak. I didn't think I was going to be able to keep up the pace very much
longer.
"Let's move somewhere else. I want to feel your cock," CJ said, staring at
Brad.
I pulled myself out of her sloppy cunt and helped her off the counter. My dick
was covered with clear love liquid as I stroked it slowly keeping my sensation
high. Brad moved over to the couch with CJ right behind him. I noticed an
eager step in her stride as she followed. She was enjoying this almost as much
as I was. I never knew she was a dirty little slut like this. What a find!
Brad sat on the couch and almost immediately CJ dove into his lap and enveloped
his swollen gland in her mouth. Brad arched his back and tilted his head back
from the obvious pleasure. His hands found the back of CJ's head and he helped
guide her succulent mouth up and down over his rock solid shaft.
I took up a position behind CJ's upraised ass and rubbed the tip of my cock
over her still well greased pussy. She wiggled her ass as I rubbed and I
allowed myself to slip easily back inside her. I watched as Brad's tight
stomach contracted like CJ's had earlier as she worked hungrily on his gigantic
pecker. CJ slurped and sucked all around his hardness like it were the last
thing she was ever going to do on this earth. I was fascinated at how crazed
she had become.
I couldn't take just slowly pumping in and out of her tight folds. Her tight
ass slapping against me as I pumped sent waves of excitement through me and I
rapidly increased my pace. CJ was now moaning with pleasure as I fucked her
with all I had. Brad was grunting and moaning as CJ's head bounced around his
cock with each thrust from behind.
Her cockfilled moans suddenly turned to joyous screams as another wave of
orgasm raced through her spilling tons of juice out over my erupting cock.
Just as I pulled out and exploded all over her upraised haunches I felt quick
spurts of her cum splashing on my thighs.
I jerked myself as I sent a heavy load sprawling across her tan ass cheeks. As
my load landed I heard another of her delighted moans. Another stream landed
in the small of her back, accompanied by anther moan. I came for what seemed
like an hour sending gobs and gobs of cum spewing onto CJ's ass and back. My
cock literally bucked with every blast of glorious cum I shot from my skin
cannon. When I was done I collapsed back against the couch's armrest and felt
my leg muscles screaming from over exertion.
I watched as Brad's chest suddenly heaved and he grunted in a low tone. His
body went stiff, CJ's hands up to his erect nipples and he unloaded his own
eruption deep into CJ's willing mouth. She continued sucking and slurping as
Brad bucked his hips and unloaded more cum into her waiting mouth. I couldn't
believe how CJ sucked up everything Brad had to offer.
When Brad was finished CJ rested her head on his lap. We all breathed heavily
and our bodies glistened from sweat. The entire room smelled like torrid
sex... very alluring.
"You're both so fucking hot," CJ said after a few minutes of silence. "What a
rush."
Brad and I exchanged glances and just rested there for a little longer. What a
rush indeed.
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