Author: Lance DeLonge
Title: Cat & Bee
Summary: roommates ask for relationship help 
Keywords: MFM cuckold
 
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against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common, and casual sex with
strangers is not suicidally stupid.  The real world, sadly, is not like
this: so don't try this at home, kids.

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   Cat & Bee 3/10/01

   "God, I miss you honey," I said, getting a little choked up.

   "Me too," she mewed back over the crackling phone connection, "It won't
be that long till I'm back, though."

   I usually did fine in new places as long I knew somebody there, but here
everything was new.  I had come to college expecting to be with my
girlfriend of two years, to have at least one friend in the same house. 
But that wasn't to be, I guess.  She had decided she couldn't afford school
on loans and the usual Pell grants, and had joined the National Guard in
order to get them to pay for it.  But that meant that she would be away for
over a year for basic training and advanced school.  That left me with a
lot of time on my hands.

   After looking over the available dorm accommodations I decided that,
while dorms might be OK for nerds and jocks, they were completely
unsuitable for a person of my discerning tastes.  I had moved in with a
couple of other students who were Natalie's friends from our home town, and
after about three weeks, we were getting along pretty well.  I had met
Cathy and Burnham when I was still at home as we all lived within ten miles
of each other, but had never really known them until I met Natalie.  Cathy
and Burnham had been together about two months longer than Natalie and I,
and had been here about a year longer because I had stayed at home to
attend a local college.

   "I gotta go," Natalie said after a few more minutes, "it's almost lights
out."

   "Alright, talk to you tomorrow?"

   "Yeah, I love you Cole."

   "Love you too, honey"

   I hung up the phone and headed towards the kitchen.  I glanced in the
mirror as I walked down the hallway.  I stopped a moment, examining my
appearance.  As I was wearing only boxers, I could see the result of my
athletic training.  I was in good shape, I thought, and in my own humble
opinion, pretty damn good looking.  Maybe I could find someone to help me
pass the time.  I quickly dismissed the thought.  I was pretty much
committed to Natalie, and it wouldn't be a really good idea to mess around
with another girl as long as her friends were here to tell her about it. 
The house never seemed empty, at least not while Cathy and Burnham were in
it.

   They never got along; maybe part of the attraction was conflict, and
tonight was no different.  I could hear Cathy as she yelled at Burnham,
probably for some trivial act of independence.  She liked to have him
firmly under her thumb, and regularly let him know it.  If he did any
little thing she perceived as wrong, and he would end up with a hard smack.


   It was almost one A.M.  as I yawned and hung over the fridge, looking
for any sign of junk food.  She had the voice for yelling too, I thought; a
high pitched nasal northern accent that was easily heard throughout the
house.

   I reached into the fridge for some cookie dough that had been sitting
there for a week or two.  Ah, the life of a college student, I thought.  I
began to open the top of the plastic tub when Cathy came marching into the
kitchen with a menacing scowl on her face, followed very closely by
Burnham, his face as usual with an apologetic look.

   "I'm sorry, Cathy," Burnham whined, his skinny hands open in a gesture
of repent.

   They didn't even seem to notice me at first; Cathy in only a nightgown
and Burnham in his ratty flannel boxers.  Cathy was an interesting one;
very short and heavyset, but with a very pretty face.  She liked to have
her own way, and Burnham was more than willing to let her have it.  Burnham
was easily what is called "whipped by the bitch." There wasn't anything he
wouldn't do for her, and when it didn't please her, he would apologize for
how wrong he had done it.  It was kind of sickening to see a man that
beaten down at such an early age, but I guess it worked for them.

   "I deserve to have man who can please me," Cathy screamed at him, "and a
fuck that is over in three minutes does not please me!"

   It was clear that they had not noticed me just yet, and I began to slink
along the cabinets toward the nearest door.

   "When Natalie was here, Cole fucked her for an hour and a half every
night!" she screamed, "You could hear how satisfied she was!"

   "I'm sorry, I can do better," Burnham whined, his face turned toward the
ground at the latest thrashing his manhood was taking.  I had to feel sorry
for the guy.  She stepped on his pride every chance she got, and I could
feel my stomach churning for him.

   "Not tonight, you can't.  And that's when I need it." She turned around
and looked right at me.  Her eyes held a look I had never seen before; a
mixture of anger, disappointment, and pure lust.

   "Cole, will you teach this wimp how to be a man in bed?" she screamed at
me.

   "Me?" I stuttered, my face unable to conceal my surprise, "I have no
idea how to teach him how. . ."

   My eyes darted to Burnham.  He was still standing in a spineless slump,
but his face was full of surprise and hurt.  Maybe this would be the thing
to push him over the edge, to finally let him see what a life with her
would mean, being degraded in front of his roommate for his lack of male
prowess.

   "It's very easy," Cathy said, her face suddenly becoming soft, her body
no longer in the attack posture, instead almost demure... almost sexy.

   "Just finish what Bee was unable to," she said in a suddenly husky
voice.

   "But Cat," Burnham chimed in, his thin pimpled face showed terror and
disgust.  If he'd had an ounce of pride left in his body it was certainly
gone now.

   "Shut up!" She screamed, turning back towards him, her face turning
acidic as she looked at him.  "If you can't, then I need some one who can
teach you," she sneered.

   She turned back to me, her face again pleasing and soft.  "Please, this
wimpy bastard can't do anything right, and I know what Natalieany says
about you.  Hell, I can hear her all over the house."

   I blushed at the reference.  It had been over three months since Natalie
had left... three months since I'd gotten laid.  I looked at Cat standing
before me, her eyes promising a night I had thought about for the last
three months.

   "Please, Cole, don't make me beg." Cat whispered, "Natalie will never
know, and it would make living with this worthless piece of crap more
bearable." I thought for a moment, looking at her.

   "Alright," I finally said with a smile.  I moved forward, stroking her
long black hair away from her face, it's silken softness caressing my
fingers as my other hand cupped her breast through the cotton nightgown,
"I'd love to."

   My lips closed over hers, our eyes closed as the heat and moisture from
our mouths joined for the first time.  So what if she was a bitch and a
control freak, I'd bet she was one hell of a fuck... and I really needed
one.

   Her mouth was small and soft, her lips hungry as we kissed.  Her tongue
slithered into my mouth, teasing me with licks, caressing my lips.  My
quickly expanding cock peeked out from the waistband of my boxers and Cat
looked down, seeing it's engorged head peeking out at her.

   "I know who wants to play," she said, laughing her annoying `everything
I say is funny' laugh.  Her hand slid erotically down my arm to my hand,
our fingers intertwined as she turned to face Bee.

   "That's how you kiss a woman, you dumb ass," she growled.  She shoved
him in the direction of the door, at the same time tugging gently at my
hand, urging me to follow.  We walked quickly around the corner into her
room, Burnham leading the way, his head hung as if in a death march. 
Cathy's room was dark.  The walls had been painted a deep purple and the
only light emanated from a dim lamp on the other side, bathing the room in
an almost candle-like glow.  Clothes were strewn all over the floor, nearly
covering it in fact.  Burnham waded though the mess and sat down on the
large bed, his head still hung in disgrace.

   "No, stupid!  Go sit over there in the chair and take notes!" Cathy
ordered and Burnham complied, moving dejectedly to a chair half buried in
the corner of the room.

   I moved up behind her, pressing my sNatalie prick into her lower back.
She was a good foot shorter than me, only about five-one or two.  Her hair
was very long though, a river of black that flowed down her pale back
nearly to her ass.  She was round too.  My hands ran slowly down her sides,
caressing her plump body as I lowered my mouth to her neck, kissing it
gently as she let out a soft sigh.  I had no idea what their love life was
like, what he did or didn't do for her, but I wanted to make her scream...
and she had made it very clear that she wanted me to.

   Cathy stumbled toward the bed.  Her gray cat, who lounged comfortably in
the middle of the bed, blinked a few times as Cathy braced herself against
the bed.  When one of my hands slid between her thighs, stroking her crotch
through her thin cotton nighty, she gasped, her eyes closing in obvious
pleasure as her hapless boyfriend watched us in bewilderment.  My cock slid
up her nighty and pressed between her firm plump ass cheeks as she bent
slightly over the bed, her knees trembling slightly as my fingers worked
her soft, womanly triangle.

   Cathy climbed up onto the bed, shooing the cat from its place, and
turning to face me, slung her chubby legs over the side.  The cat threw me
a look of pure hatred before leaping to the floor and, with the dignity
only a cat can muster, haughtily stalked from the room.

   Cathy now sat at the edge of the Coleress, her face only inches from my
loosely concealed cock, looking up at me with an expression of naked lust.
Her hands tugged at my boxers, pulling them slowly down my legs.  She
smiled as my rigid prick stared back at her while her hand carefully
stroked its length.

   "God, no wonder Natalie comes so hard," Cathy whispered, turning to
glance at Burnham, "Why can't you be like this?" she asked with a chuckle.
He sat there, looking as if he'd just died a little more.  She then glanced
back at me, her eyes meeting mine briefly before she leaned forward,
kissing the head of my cock.  I had forgotten the feeling of warm, soft,
moist lips on my cock.  I closed my eyes as she engulfed its head; slowly
at first, then sliding quickly down its length, coating my skin with her
slick warm saliva.

   "Oh, God," I gasped quietly as her tongue slid from side to side, her
small fat fingers cupping my nuts and tugging them gently.  Her eyes looked
up at me as I watched her work.

   I sneaked a quick glance at Burnham.  He was no longer slumped over in
his chair.  Instead he had moved forward, watching intently as his
girlfriend sucked at my cock... moving even closer to get a better look.

   "How do you like it, watching while she sucks on another man's dick?" I
asked, but he remained speechless, his eyes meeting mine only briefly
before moving back to the sight of her tightly pursed lips sliding wetly up
and down the length of my now rock hard member.  `My God, he likes it', I
thought.  `He likes it when she sucks another man'.  But the thought proved
to be very brief because just then Cathy's teeth nipped at the rim of my
cock head in a painful but erotic attempt to reclaim my attention.  It
worked.  Her tongue was like a viper's, quick and cruel, as she continued
to hungerly devour my now aching cock.  My knees trembled as my hands
stroked her beautiful hair, clawing gently at her scalp in an unconscious
effort to praise and encourage her efforts.  Her eyes glanced occasionally
over to Burnham who now was watching from the opposite side of the bed.

   Finally she slid her mouth from my length, my eyes opening to see her
broad smile as she looked up from the bed.  I sighed, smiled back, and
gently pushed her down onto the soft cotton sheets.  I knelt down, lifting
her nighty from its protected treasure and pried open her thick thighs,
revealing her bare pussy, its soft shaved lips smiling up at me.  I looked
up in surprise, I had never thought of her as a shaver.

   Cathy apparently knew what I was thinking.  "I did it for this asshole,"
she chuckled, "but he never even noticed it." Burnham was silent, just
watching me as I bowed my head to the beautiful mouth of her tunnel, my
tongue probing its opening.  Cathy groaned from the warm, wet pleasure,
"God, why don't you ever do this to me," she bitched softly to her
boyfriend.  "All he ever does is jump on me and stick it in," she informed
me.  "That's his idea of foreplay!"

   She tasted sweet, her cunt soft and wet, and her bare skin hot as my
nose touched it lightly.  Her hips moved against my face as my tongue drove
deeper and deeper into her, each lick ending with a gentle suck on her
engorged clit.

   I slid my hand beneath her legs, my finger poised at her tight bottom
hole.  Her head shot up, her eyes showing uncertainty, but as I began to
finger her, the questioning in her eyes disappeared and the hand that
stroked my head urged me on.  Slowly I allowed my finger to penetrate this
end, too.  Before long my long middle finger was buried deep in her ass,
Cathy's tight anus penetrated by another person for the first time.  She
moaned, loving every second of her sweet torture, aching desperately for
sweet release.  It wasn't long before she panted for more, each breath
releasing groans of ecstasy as her body writhed beneath my caresses.

   After over ten minutes of this, her body twitched and her hands pulled
my head almost violently against her writhing crotch.

   "Oh, God, don't stop!" She screamed, her hips thrusting powerfully
against my mouth, "please don't ever stop!"

   The painful waves of ecstasy pulsed through her body as she climaxed, my
tongue quickly and powerfully licking her clit while I fingered her ass; my
nail gently probing her bowels while Burnham was only able to watch in
disgust and arousal.  Cathy's climax seemed to go on and on as she cried
out, her hands holding me fast between her legs, her thighs locked almost
painfully around my head.  Her body quivered as the last shocks of her
orgasm stimulated her nerve endings.  Her fingers released their grip on my
head, withdrawing her claw-like fingernails from my scalp.  I hadn't even
noticed how they had dug into me until after she had finished.  The
pressure in my cock was now painful and release needed to come soon.

   "Ahhhhhh," Cathy sighed, slumping back on the bed, obviously completely
spent.  "That's what an orgasm is supposed to do, asshole," she chuckled
again, looking over to Burnham's bewildered face.  He was still silent
though, and now looked over to me yieldingly.

   I accepted his surrender, but now I wasn't satisfied with just
surrender. I suddenly needed to make sure that he never thought of himself
as man again.  I don't know what it was that made me hate him then, but I
did... and I wanted to make Cathy despise him more than she already did, if
that were possible

   I stood up, positioning his plump girlfriend lengthwise on the bed. 
Then I climbed in between her legs; my throbbing cock nuzzling her wet,
soaked cunt gently.  We were face to face, our breath heavy in sweat and
lust.  Her eyes were supposed to be colored blue, but the darkness of her
true color leaked through her colored contacts making them appear to be a
very deep violet color that for some reason aroused me even more.  I
trembled with lust as I slid her nighty up over her head, revealing for the
first time her soft fat breasts.  Her firm nipples were a dark brown,
hinting at her eastern European decent.  They hardened even more under my
touch and the warmth of my tongue.

   "Oh, yessssss," Cat purred as I kissed her nipple, my tongue rubbing her
soft coarse skin, creating needles of pleasure within her tit.  My fat
prick head caressed her pussy, rubbing against its opening, tempting her
with the promise of the unimagined ecstasy she so craved.

   "God I need it," she growled.

   `So do I,' I thought.

   Her hands moved along my back, feeling my ass as my cock head teased her
cruelly.  I then slid back, lifting my head from her ample chest and
bringing my face up to hers.  Our eyes met again briefly before she kissed
me, our faces colliding at our mouths, our skin touching, rubbing, as our
bodies melded into one, joined between our legs and at our mouths.  She
gasped briefly as I sank into her, her tongue sliding between my lips,
creating small lightning strikes of bliss within my nerves.  God she felt
good!  Her pussy was wet and hot, and my cock slid into her smoothly with
no trouble whatsoever.  Her body was warm and soft, cushioning and
comforting mine.  I had to struggle against the urge to immediately explode
deep within her hot needful body.

   "Oh, God, Cathy," I groaned, kissing her deeper.  Her tongue was wicked,
and her hands were savage; her long purple nails digging into my back as I
slid slowly in and out of her like the piston of a well oiled machine.  And
she was indeed well oiled, wet from her own cum and probably the most
erotic experience of her life.  Her hips rose up to meet mine in perfect
rhythm, slowly and methodically at first, but with increasing fervor as we
continued.

   I glanced at Burnham.  His boxers were now down around his ankles and he
was slowly stroking his dick, if it could be called that.  It was very
small, perhaps a little fatter than a novelty pencil and only about four
inches long.  Almost on queue Cathy looked over too.

   "God, you could never make me feel this way, Burnham.  What the hell
good are you any way?" She chuckled with the same laugh she followed every
statement, with her face clinched in pleasure, her eyes tightly shut and
her mouth open, moaning with every stroke I teased her with.

   I quickened my pace, and Cathy cried out beneath me, my prick
disappearing deep into her snatch as I continued to fuck her, our hips now
slapping against each other, clapping like phantom hands applauding our
erotic performance.  She took the time to look over at her boyfriend again.


   "Don't you dare blow that puny little load yet, you asshole," she
groaned as I started to fuck her harder.  She quivered again, her pussy
contracting hard around my cock as it bottomed out within her.

   I grabbed her face as she began to cum.  "Scream for me," I said in her
ear before sucking on her neck.  She did as she was told.  She screamed out
her rapture as I felt her cunt spasm violently as she climaxed.  Her nails
scraped down my back as I held back my own pleasure.  I wasn't ready yet to
let go in her.  Burnham was going to watch... he was going to watch me
shoot my cum deep into his precious girlfriend... and he was going to like
it.

   Cathy bucked wildly beneath me, her hips accepting my pounding easily,
willingly, wantonly.  "Oh, yes, Cole, fuck me!  Fuck me hard!  Don't stop!"
She screamed, each time insulting her neglected boyfriend more and more. 
He cowered as he controlled himself, unwilling to lose his load at the
sight of his girlfriend getting fucked by another man.  Besides, Cathy had
ordered him not to, and what she ordered was a sacred doctrine to him.

   Cathy's chubby body shook with delight, her pussy filled with the cock
of the guy belonging to her best friend.  She should be ashamed, but she
wasn't.  She was satisfied for the first time in her life... well almost.
She looked up at me.

   "You haven't cum yet," she whispered to me.

   "I know," I answered, smiling at the thought of what I was about to do.
"But I will soon though." She breathed deeply and her body stopped
shuddering.

   "I need it again," she chuckled, "you're too damn good."

   On command, I spread her legs, holding them up and out.  Our coupling
was now very visible, the way her pussy lips continued to suck my prick as
it slid slowly in and out.  She gasped again.  Yessssss, she thought, and
her face said as much.  Burnham now had a prime view of her penetration as
Cathy propped herself up against the cabinet at the head of the bed to
watch as well.

   I began my gyrations again, this time with a real audience.  Soon we
were again slamming against each other, she pushing back against the
cabinet to meet my every thrust.  Burnham watched, helpless and defeated. I
smiled viciously, groaning with each thrust.

   "God, Burnham, she's so tight," I said insultingly, "What a hot, juicy
piece of ass.  God, what a cunt."

   Cathy was too distracted to hear me degrade her as `just another fuck',
nothing special, only a receptacle for my cum.  But Burnham did.  As her
face turned away from her boyfriend, he stared at the hickey I had left on
her neck, now uncovered by her hair.  For some reason he loved her, and the
sight of my hickey on her neck made him feel even more worthless than ever.

   "I bet she'll want this every night." I moaned again.  But I could no
longer think, my cock throbbed with ecstasy.  Cathy's cunt clinched again,
and she screamed as I continued to hold her legs out, spread widely for
Burnham to see.  But as her cunt muscles gripped my prick with her climax,
her cries caused something primitive, a sense of bliss so powerful that any
control I had vanished.

   I cried out, groaning as I slammed myself into her tight snatch.  I
could feel the heat rising from my nuts; the cum that had waited so long to
come out, to coat the inside of Cathy's cunt, to shoot deep within her. 
And it came... not just small bullets of jizzum but missiles of cum
launched themselves deep into her, mixing with her juices as we climaxed
together.  It was almost like watching from outside my body as the pleasure
erupted through me.  I could see every thrust deep inside her, watch as her
bald snatch ate my dick as she writhed on the bed before me, lost in the
euphoria of her most powerful sexual climax yet.

   As the last of my cum pulsed into her unprotected cunt, my body seemed
go numb as the nerve pulsing pleasure ebbed.  I collapsed lightly on top of
her, her legs slumping along the sides of mine.  We kissed short,
passionate kisses.

   I smiled as an evil idea entered my mind.  I whispered in Cathy's ear,
and she smiled.

   "Burnham!" she screeched.

   "Huh?" he questioned dully.  He was hurting now, but after this, it
would be even worse.

   "Come over here and lay down, eat my pussy like Cole did!"

   "But his cum is still in you."

   "I know that stupid, clean me out!"

   He hesitated a minute, but finally obeyed.  He lay down beneath Cathy's
spread thighs, his face only an inch or so from her now gaping pussy, so
that all the cum would drain out into his face.  He scowled with disgust
for a moment.  Whether it was my cum or her cunt that disgusted him I
didn't know.  I really didn't care either.

   Her back was to me, his eyes sticking out from beneath her spread legs
looking up at me.  I guess she wanted to be nice to him because she leaned
forward and took his stiff, small tool in her mouth.  I could see my cum as
it rolled down Bee's face.  To my surprise, he seemed to be enjoying it. 
And I enjoyed it.  My cock rose, stiffening as I watched the perverted
scene before me.  Within minutes, I was hard again.

   Only one thing I could think of would make this any more perverted that
it already was.  I rubbed my cock with some of the semen dripping down
Burnham's face, then I moved closer, my cock positioned at Cathy's wide
inviting ass.  Burnham was going to get a first class view of his
girlfriend getting fucked in her ass.  Cathy realized what was going on and
quickly pressed her ass back hard against my rod.

   "Well, I guess she wants it," I smiled and began to very gently enter
her back door.  As the head of my cock entered, Cathy groaned with
approval, her head bobbing in Bee's crotch as she continued to suck him
despite the double penetration that now she endured.  I bottomed out and
loosened her up with a few slow strokes.  Her hole was tight and the
friction was enough to make my head feel light.  I groaned at the feeling,
and began pumping her tight fat ass faster.  I palmed her pale white cheeks
as Burnham continued to lap at her cummy pussy, his face now wet with our
cum.  Cathy's hips swung back, grinding against my cock and his face in
perfect unison.  Faster I went, plunging into her ass with my cock until
the pleasure became too much for any of us.

   I think she started it, the pleasure of having both of her holes filled
was too much, and she began to convulse in climax, thrusting hard against
Burnham and me, her mouth sucking desperately at her boyfriends swollen
cock as I assaulted her private hole.

   Feeling her come, watching her body convulse and hearing her muffled
cries as she continued to suck Bee, was too much, I slammed my cock deeply
into her and held it there as I pumped her ass full of hot sperm.  The wave
of pleasure was even greater this time, perhaps because of the perverse
nature of the whole scene.  Shot after shot of cum spewed from my buried
dick into her hot hungry ass, even leaking out from around my prick and
dripping down onto Burnham's face.  He shuddered with disgust and pleasure,
groaning inside Cathy's cunt as he shot his load into his girlfriends well
used mouth.

   I sat there dazed as Cathy slid off my rod and turned to me, her face
smiling in the most complete satisfaction she had ever imagined.  She drew
me to her, our lips closing on each other's.  Her tongue reached in and
delivered a present... Burnham's load.

   I tried to withdraw, but her hands held me to her, her plump naked body
pinning me to the bed beneath her.  She kissed me, the flavor of the three
of us mixing in our mouths like sweet wine.  We kissed deeply until I
swallowed her boyfriends load, then she smiled.

   "Thanks for your help," she said, this time serious and sensuous.

   "Any time," I said as I stood up.

   Cathy and Burnham hugged, cuddling on the bed.  I was no longer welcome
here in her bedroom; my usefulness was over... at least until tomorrow.  


  
Cat and Bee (MFM, cuck)