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Subject: {ASSM} House Guest 14 {T. Frottage} (M/f)
Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2000 07:10:03 -0500
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This story is intended for persons over 18. Sexually explicit material.
Writer welcomes comments on House Guest series.
House Guest 14: Forbidden Fruit
By Thomas Frottage
"You think about Michael's cock when I'm fucking you?" Brad asked Marissa as he
slowly dipped his throbbing member into her drenched hole.
"Sometimes," Marissa replied, breathless.
"You thinking about him now?" Brad asked, slowly withdrawing until the very tip
of his cock was the only thing inside Marissa's parted pussy.
"Unt...uh," she grunted, begging Brad's hard cock to fill her up again.
"You like the feel of his cock, don't you?"
"Uhu."
Brad inched his mammoth tool back into her tight folds inch by inch. Marissa
let out little whimpers as his hardness overjoyed her with pleasure. Her mind
now thinking of Michael's hard cock and the night she fucked him without Brad.
The thrilling memory played in her head heightening her arousal. She felt the
familiar steady build-up of impending orgasm starting. She was going to cum
quicker than Brad wanted.
"Think about his hard cock. Fucking you. Fucking you nice and slow, like I'm
doing now," Brad instructed in a soft whisper just inches from her face.
Marissa's vivid memory was suddenly a live fantasy; Brad's throbbing cock now
acting like Michael's buried deep inside her. As Brad slowly continued his
rocking motion, Marissa thought about how wonderful the feeling was with
Michael that night. His smooth young body, tight stomach muscles and boyish
good looks made him the perfect boy-toy. Marissa was fully involved in her
fantasy now, Brad's hard cock hammering home brining her dangerously close to
cumming.
"That's my girl," Brad said, dipping deep in Marissa pussy. "Feel his cock
filling your pussy."
Marissa suddenly exploded sending Brad's rock hard cock spilling from her tight
cooze. She gulped hard for air and screamed with pleasure. Her body shook,
convulsed violently as her orgasm raced through her naked body. Marissa's
fantasy showing Michael's youthful cock exploding all over her huge tits.
Marissa actually thought she could feel Michael's hot cum spilling on her
chest.
Brad pumped his fist over his cock at rapid speed. He felt his hot liquid
brewing deep in his balls slowly crawling up his hard shaft waiting to explode
onto his beautiful girlfriend. Brad liked when Marissa fantasized about other
men. He especially liked it when she thought about Michael. He was a
good-looking guy, had that Leonardo DiCaprio look and really got Marissa's cunt
dripping. Beside Michael had some really great-looking friends; CJ was a hot
piece of ass with a pussy to die for and Nikki, well, Brad couldn't wait to see
her nude. He had been spanking his monkey thinking about her a lot since
Michael brought her home. She was the kind of girl nasty fantasies were made
for.
Brad grunted, let out a small moan and let his hot love juice fly, splattering
over Marissa's huge tits, covering her with his thick spunk. Brad milked his
pulsing member until every last drop had escaped. Marissa seductively rubbed
Brad's man milk into her deep dark skin, licking the excess from her thin
fingers, her mind replaying the first time she watched Michael's cock explode.
A slight tinge of guilt crept into her head; Did Brad need to know?
"You ever think about fucking Michael when I'm not home?" Brad asked, propping
himself up on an elbow next to her.
More guilt. Did he know? How could he?
"Sometimes," Marissa replied, trying not to sound uncomfortable.
"You ever think about doing anything about those urges?"
Marissa shifted on her side so she was facing Brad before replying. "You know
I'd never do anything without you there. That's our deal; when we play, our
partner has to be there to enjoy it too."
"I know. It's just that you get so turned on by Michael… I sometimes don't
think you could control yourself if he propositioned you." Brad paused,
looking deeply into Marissa eyes, studying them. He saw just a hint of guilt
flash over her. It was brief, but it was there. Brad knew she had already
done something with Michael without him home. Surprisingly, it didn't bother
him. Michael was no threat to him. In fact, he liked the idea of Marissa
secretly fucking their roommate and trying to keep it from him. It all seemed
so dirty, so wrong. His cock reacted unexpectedly, stirring into
semi-erection.
Marissa saw his cock starting to grow. She felt a little hint of relief rush
through her. Was he getting hot thinking about her cheating on him? Marissa
reached out and softly rubbed his rising knob.
"What brought this on?" Marissa playfully asked, stroking Brad's still firming
erection.
"You did have sex with him when I wasn't home, didn't you?" Brad asked as he
rolled onto his back allowing Marissa a better stroking position.
She couldn't lie to his face. From the feeling of his hardness she didn't
think he was upset with her.
"Yes," she said, shameful.
"Why?"
"I couldn't help myself. He had just gotten back from the gym; his body was
all wet and pumped from working out. He looked so hot. He practically dared
me to suck his cock. I tried to refuse. I told him over and over that I
couldn't," Marissa explained like a caught kid with her hand in the cookie jar.
Brad groaned slightly as Marissa increased her stroking. He closed his eyes
and let his mind wonder through a series of images. Marissa and Michael alone
on the couch predominately dominated his mind. She stroked faster.
"Tell me what you two did. Tell me everything," he begged, longing for the
blank spots in his fantasy to be filled.
Marissa detailed the night her and Mike had together. She didn't leave
anything out, explaining how excited she was, how she used her vibrator, how
Mike "forced" her to take him, and how she came like a faucet. When she had
finished her story Brad's cock unleashed a wade of pent up cum, sending it
sailing skyward as he grunted loudly.
Marissa expertly milked his pulsing member until every last drop eased from her
lover's erect shaft. Brad lay motionless on the bed, his tight stomach rapidly
expanding as he tried to catch his breath. Images of Marissa and Michael still
danced in his head.
"Are you mad?" Marissa asked sheepishly after a few minutes of silence.
Brad looked over at her, a mischievous grin etched on his face.
"Not at all," he said. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist him forever.
I've seen what he does to you. I like to watch him do you, but I know there's
some excitement in sneaking around too. So no, I'm not mad."
Marissa leaned down and kissed her man full on the lips. They exchanged
tongues for a few minutes, hands wondering over each other's bodies as they
kissed. After a short while Marissa broke away and stood up from the bed.
"I've got that meeting at the office tonight, remember?"
Brad shook his head. He had forgotten.
"I can't miss it," She said as she quickly threw on a black pantsuit outfit.
"What time you be home?"
"Shouldn't be more than a couple hours. At least I hope not."
"Michael home?"
"Nope, said he and CJ had a school project they had to complete tonight. Said
he'd probably be late."
Brad wondered if the school project involved them both being naked. Michael
had good taste in girls.
"Do you want me to bring you anything to eat on my way home?" Marissa asked,
pulling on a pair of flat black slip-ons.
"Naw. I'll make something here."
Marissa kissed him on the mouth again wanted to linger, but knew she couldn't.
"I don't want you to be late," Brad said cutting off her soft kisses. "When
you get home maybe we can talk about that night you spent with Michael again."
"Maybe!" she said, smiling wickedly. Then she was gone, out of the room then
out the front door. Brad rested on the bed alone. His thoughts swirling
around in his head.
The doorbell roused Brad from his nap. He had fallen asleep thinking about
CJ's hot body the night he and Michael used her like a blow-up doll. His spent
erection had somehow managed to become hard again as he bounced from the bed
toward the front door. He awkwardly pulled on a pair of blue shorts as he
moved through the apartment toward the ringing chime. Who the fuck could be at
my door, he thought.
"Hi," Nikki said, cheery when he opened the door.
"Hello, Brad said trying not to show his shock at seeing the pretty young thing
standing on his doorstep.
"Is Mike home?" she asked, looking up at him with seductive puppy dog eyes.
She swayed slightly from side to side like a nervous schoolgirl.
"No. I think he said something about a school project," Brad explained.
Nikki's eyes seemed to darken, her skin slightly flush.
"You know how long he'll be gone?" she asked, an octave lower now.
"I'm not sure," Brad said sensing that Nikki had other things on her mind. You
could come in and wait if you'd like."
Brad saw the sudden glow in her face. She had been hoping he'd invite her in.
"You sure it's no problem?" she asked, playing her part.
"None at all. In fact, I insist."
Brad made a show of opening the door wide for her and bowing his head deeply as
she walked passed. Nikki giggled as she entered the dimly lit foyer.
"You alone?" she asked, while Brad shut the door.
"Yup. Marissa had some meeting she had to go to. Not sure when she'll be
back. You want something to drink?"
"Ah… no thanks. I'm fine."
"You sure are," Brad said letting the double entendre hang in the air for a
second.
"Mind if I sit down?' Nikki asked casually glancing around the room.
"Make yourself comfortable," Brad said looking at her stocking covered legs
protruding from a very tight black leather mini-skirt. Brad almost gasped out
loud when she sat on the couch, the side zipper fastening open exposing the top
of her thigh-highs.
Nikki smiled inwardly to herself, she knew she had him in the palm of her hand.
Getting him out of his clothes was going to be easy. She looked over at his
shirtless body; CJ was right, he did have a great chest. Nikki nonchalantly
crossed her legs, looking out the corner of her eye to see if Brad was
watching. He was.
Brad was having a hard time keeping his eyes off Nikki's shapely stocking
covered legs. He knew he shouldn't be fantasizing about what was or wasn't
under her tight fitting skirt, but he simply couldn't help himself.
"You and Mike have anything planned for tonight?" Brad asked, trying to keep
his mind from undressing the young beauty.
"Not really, I kindda just decided to stop by and… um, surprise him," she
said looking over at Brad with her seductive eyes again.
"He's not expecting you?" Brad asked, surprised.
"No. Do you think that'll be a problem?"
Brad didn't know how much about Mike's after school activities Nikki knew about
and wasn't about to tell her anything that could incriminate his young
roommate. He had to be careful what information he gave her. She looked so
innocent and naive sitting on his couch.
"How many girls does Mike bring over?" Nikki asked, out of the blue.
Brad was caught off guard by her sudden question; his mind worked quickly,
formulating an answer. How much did she know?
"I really don't see him that much," Brad said with a straight face. "He talks
about you and CJ a lot though."
Nikki smiled, she knew Brad had no idea exactly how much she knew. She also
knew he had no idea she had been with his girlfriend.
"I really like him, Brad," Nikki said. "The thing is, I don't think he likes
me as much as I like him."
"He's just young," Brad said, trying to understand where Nikki was going.
"I want a relationship, and all he seems to think about is sex," Nikki said
overemphasizing the last word.
Brad noticed her face flush as she spoke about her young lover.
"Most guys his age can't think of anything except sex."
"I know that. I'm like that too, I love the feeling of a thick cock buried
deep inside me, but I also want someone I can call my own. Does that make any
sense?"
Brad felt his erection stirring; Nikki's dirty talk was getting to him.
"I know what you mean. Have you and Mike had sex?" he asked, more for his own
knowledge than anything else.
Nikki playfully acted embarrassed, blinked a few times then replied, "A few
times. He really likes to give it to me."
Brad asked a few more questions about Nikki and Mike's sex life hoping for
explicit, nasty details. Nikki knew what he was looking for and gave him
exactly what he wanted. After she had finished her dirty tail she smiled,
looked over into Brad's eyes with a lusty look and slowly licked her lips. She
saw that her explanation had left a firm impression in Brad's shorts.
"You know what else?" she asked in her most tempting tone of voice.
Brad just looked at her, his eyes drinking in the alluring look on her face.
He glanced downward, her hand unconsciously (or was she doing it on purpose?)
sliding the edge of her leather skirt up her thigh.
"We had a threesome once, or maybe it was a foursome. Whatever it was, I think
he really got off watching me with another girl. I know I did."
Brad's mind envisioned Nikki naked, eating the dripping pussy of a faceless
model type. His already hard dick got even harder.
Nikki noticed the blank look on his face, she decided to sink the knife deep
into her prey; bring her seductive act to fruition.
"You thinking about that foursome? Thinking about me with another girl?" Nikki
asked, studying the growing smile on Brad's face.
Brad didn't say anything, he simply looked at the young temptress. She was
successfully luring him in. Brad knew she was seducing him; liked the game the
young girl played. He was a pro; he could play the game too. In fact, he was
about to enjoy his part.
Swiftly, like being pushed, Brad moved from his chair to a spot close to Nikki.
He spoke softly right in her ear.
"You make Mike's cock hard when you were with the other girls?" Brad asked,
blowing hot air into her ear, giving her the chills. "Cause you're making me
stiff as a board." Brad took her soft hand and placed it over his throbbing
erection.
Nikki liked the sudden change in roles. She groped Brad's thick hardness,
stroking it through the fabric of his thin cotton shorts.
"You sure are," Nikki stated, her other hand feeling the tightness of his
stomach muscles.
Brad basked with delight at Nikki's soft touch. He expertly slid his hands
under her tight skirt; she obligingly parted her legs allowing him complete
access to her bare, neatly trimmed pussy. Brad felt the soft hair-path just
above her love hole. His cock twitched with excitement from the discovery.
Nikki let out a soft little cry, his caressing hands sending shivering
sensations through her young body.
"Are you as good as Michael?" Nikki asked, toying with her older fuck-toy.
Brad replied by scooting her skirt over her hips and sliding to the floor.
Once there he slowly lowered his face between her parted legs, taking both
swollen lips between his teeth and gently tugging.
Nikki squealed with delight as Brad's playful biting shot through her. Marissa
had tugged on her pussy lips too, she remembered.
Brad knew his lips touching her swollen pussy were sending bolts of sexual
electricity through his young lover. He felt her already soppy pussy become
wetter, juices freely flowing down his chin as he lapped at her folds. Brad
worked his painful erection from his shorts and mercifully stroked himself
while he ate Nikki's cunt.
Nikki arched her head back against the back of the couch. Brad's tonguing was
sending pure pleasure pumping through her veins. She felt the inside of her
thighs starting to shake, butterflies spinning in her stomach. Brad was about
to make her cum with his tongue.
Brad senesed her impending orgasm; moved from her outer lips to her gaping gash
and buried his tongue as far in as it would go. Nikki screamed in pleasure,
not expecting his sudden change of venue.
Brad moved a free hand to her swollen clit, gently moving two fingers over her
swollen nub in a small circular pattern. Her breathing became more and more
rapid, her hips bucking up off the couch urging his propping tongue to speed
up. Just as she was at the peak of her heightening orgasm, Brad stopped his
clitoral stimulation.
Nikki looked down at him between her thighs, her eyes begging for him to finish
what he started. She was so close to exploding she didn't want him to stop.
He couldn't stop. She had to cum!
Brad stroked his cock gently, not allowing himself the pleasure of the
pleasureful buildup he normally enjoyed during self-pleasure. Tonight he
simply kept his cock hard for the event he was about to take part in. He
couldn't leave his painfully hard cock unattended while he licked the beautiful
goddess he had dreamed about for several weeks, but he was not about to cum
without giving her the best fucking she had ever experienced. No matter how
much he liked Michael, the beauty on the couch deserved an experienced cock,
pounding her to orgasm. Sweet revenge for the indiscretion Marissa and Michael
had behind his back. Oh so sweet revenge!
"Do you know what you are doing to me?" Nikki asked, still begging with her
eyes.
Brad simply looked up at her, his fist still slowly pumping his cock. He
smiled slyly before rising to his knees. Nikki could see the glistening head
of his pre-cum covered cock as he stroked it.
Gently, Brad eased his throbbing tool forward toward her deep pink colored
pussy dying to be filled. She shifted her hips forward off the couch trying to
get Brad's dick in her as quickly as she could. Brad thwarted her movement my
rocking his butt backward pulling his dick away from her searching love tunnel.
Nikki didn't like his teasing; her urge to cum was growing stronger by the
second. If he didn't give her his cock soon, she was going to take matters
into her own hand.
Brad moved his member back toward Nikki's waiting cunt; expertly he guided his
skin missile to the spot just above her anxious hole. With just the tip of his
swollen purple head he rubbed his pre-cum over her desperate clit, sending
Nikki writhing in pleasure, throwing her head back again. Brad kept the small
circles up for a few seconds, spinning Nikki's head with overwhelming pleasure.
"Fuck me?" she begged, moving her hips again trying to force Brad inside her.
Brad moved slightly letting his stiff rod slide easily into her overly soaked
cunt. Brad sunk all the way to his root sending shockwaves through his body.
Her hot twat enveloped him like a glove. He had not felt something this tight
in a long time. Even CJ's cunt was not as tight as Nikki.
Brad moved Nikki's legs up over his shoulders so his thrusts were straight into
the depths of his young lass's cooze. His mind was in overdrive, his body
thrusting hard against Nikki's tight upraised ass. Brad's powerful thrusts
slammed loudly against her tight skin, slapping sounds filling the room. Brad
couldn't seem to get enough of Nikki's tight body.
Brad pulled Nikki's thighs hard, tugging her against his pelvic thrusts getting
him deeper into her tight box. Nikki tried to get him deeper by moving her
hips upward.
"Oh, God!" Nikki cried out her body tightening as she screamed.
Brad felt her already tight pussy contract even more so around his thick dick.
Her sweet sugar walls clasped around his dick preventing him from moving in or
out of her climaxing cunt.
Nikki's muscles bore down and then suddenly released sending waves of clear
vaginal fluid streaming from her love hole. Brad's cock blocked the flow only
momentarily as her powerful orgasm spit him from her depths also. She gasped
for air as her orgasm subsided her whole body flushed in the afterglow of great
sex.
Brad was ready to cum too. He only needed to see his young lover cum before he
set himself off. With only one stroke of his still solid rod he exploded all
over Nikki's firm tits showering her with his thick white liquid.
Nikki moaned as each load of his hot sperm landed on her tan skin. She came
again without ever having to touch herself. Watching Brad cum was more
electrifying then she thought. CJ was right; Brad was a professional between
the sheets.
Brad let his wobbly knees recover before trying to stand up. He looked deeply
into Nikki's eyes and smiled.
"Any time you feel like playing games, come on over. I'm sure I've even got a
friend that would love to play with you," Brad said his wicked smile
permanently attached to his face.
"I think we've already met," she said, her own wicked smile twisting her lips
upward. "She's let me eat her pussy while Michael watched. She's really hot!"
Nikki was a very good game player, Brad decided.
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