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Flatmates
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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by
Howard Surd
"Life gets pretty lonely" is an understatement in the life of a
grad student--pretty horny is more like it. Long hours in the
library, listening to lectures, and typing up papers doesn't leave
much room for any sort of romantic involvement, let alone a
sex life.
Yet, last semester, that all changed.
Coming home from the library around 11:30 or so every night,
it isn't uncommon for me to hear my flat mates, a couple in
their early thirties who live above me, in the full heat of passion.
She's a legal secretary and he works in a coffee shop, but you'd
think they were porn stars--or at least contortionists--with all
of the thumping, pounding, moaning, and sreaming that goes on.
As you can imagine, the noise is a bit much, but I had always been
too embarassed to say anything about it.
However, on this particular night cranking up the stereo didn't
even help. How the heck was I supposed to get anything done when
a) the noise was distracting, and b) as usual, it was making me
*really* horny.
Maybe it was just mid-terms stressing me out, but I resolved
to walk up-stairs and knock on their door. The whole way up my
stomach twisted and turned with tension, nerves, and a strange
perversion--what if they . . . no, get real . . . and yet . . . .
*She* opened the door. "I'm sorry but," I started and
stammered, "you see, I . . . ."
"Oh, no, *I'm* sorry. I guess we should, ah, tone it down a bit,"
she said, adjusting the belt on a bathrobe that gave me my
first really good glimpse of her body since they moved in.
Lorainne, or was it just Lori, (and Bob? Rob?)--I had only spoken
with them on a few occassions--was really much better looking
than I had remembered. She was about 5'2", and had simply
enormous breasts that kept moving about in her robe as she
shifted from foot to foot on the cold, hardwood floor. Her hips
were widely sensuous too, indicating an ample, soft bottom. Her
hair was naturally red and came down past her shoulders,
framing a soft, freckled face.
She smiled and began to speak in hushed tones. "Would you
like to come join us," she asked, wiping matted, wet hair off of
her forehead. "If you're into . . . no I can see you need it," she said
placing her hand firmly on my growing bulge. With her other hand
she pulled apart the robe exposing a soft, warm stomach, rich,
wild red public hair, and those, huge, voluptous breasts, topped
with the largest, longest nipples I had ever seen. Placing her
hand down between my jeans and stomach, she led me through
their apartment, and into the bedroom.
Entering, the smell of sex was overpowering. Italian strings
hummed on the CD player (how could they even hear them?!) "Hey
Rob, how would you like to teach our young student here a thing
or two?" she laughed anxiously.
Rob was well built with thick, toned arms, and strong, defined
chest and legs, all lightly covered with dark hair. His cock wasn't as
long as fat, with a thick vein running across the top
toward a violet head. He laughed too and said, "what are we
waiting for Lorainne?"
"Well, all of this clothing for starters," Lorainne said, going
to work on my black turtle-neck, jeans, boxers, and what-not.
Within seconds I was naked and being led onto their bed!
Lorainne started by placing me on my back and slowly licking
my cock as Rob masturbated. Her thrusts turned heavy and lusty
as I fondled her breasts helplessly. Rob began to grunt and moan,
rolling over to kiss her breasts as I held them. Blindly, I reached
out for his cock, sending Rob into groans of pleasure. Moving onto
my chest, Rob presented me with his hardened phallus, which I
commenced to suck with wild abandon. It carried not only the
salty scent of meat, but what I took to be his lover's own flavor
from earlier in the evening.
Lorainne could sense that I was boiling over, and proceded to
move up a bit, leaving me to thrust my cock between her lovely
breasts at my own pace as she deftly inserted her tongue into
Rob's hole, giving him, from his screams, what must have been
the rim-job of a life-time.
Rob's cock began to pulse in my mouth and I sucked wildly,
yielding jets of salt-milky juice.
Yelping, Lorainne quickly moved up to help me lick the last
drops of cum from his cock. "Now it's your turn!" she said,
turning onto her stomach to offer up her big, rosy bottom.
Rob took a jar of KY from the night table and greased me up
as I began to enter, groaning and screaming with pleasure,
between her two peaches. Rob crept behind me, placing one hand
between my legs to stroke her hot box, and using the other to
widen my hole, rubbing my prostate region.
Everything came to a boil as Lorainne began to have one
orgasm after another from Rob's handy-work. The spreading
sensation of her warn cum across my thighs, combined with
my own hard connection with Rob--not to mention the tight,
hard, twisting muscles of her bottom--began to bring me to
the edge. Pushing in for all I was worth, I cupped her cheeks
firmly with my hands and came helplessly inside her bottom.
Panting, we all collapsed to the bed and slept for some time.
Later, they played along and let me pretend that I was sneaking
out of their flat while they slept. However, I've been back often,
continuing my extra-curricular studies with Rob and Lorainne
whenever possible.
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