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Wild Sluts - Volume 2
(Author Unknown)

Aroused Room Mate 

    

    The rest of the weekend passed without any more excitement. I spent most of my time stalking the pool, hoping to get another glimpse of the big titted beauty I had seen the other day. Unfortunately she never emerged, leaving me with fleeting thoughts of her mammoth mammaries to pleasure myself during afternoon stroke sessions. I reserved my incredible four-way lesbian filled tryst for more lengthy evening jerks. 

    Nikki and CJ both called me Sunday, just to see how I was doing. Hearing Nikki's voice over the phone sent my cock into instant erection. I stroked my bare cock while she talked, remembering how awesome she looked eating Marissa's cunt the other night. I didn't tell her I was jerking off, but I think she knew. When I blew my load I nearly dropped the phone and couldn't talk for several minutes. If she did know, she never said anything. 

    I had a lot of homework Monday and Tuesday so basically I heled up in my room, buried with a lengthy research paper on Computer Generated Viruses. About halfway into the project I realized the subject matter was so vast it could fill volumes. Oh well, I was almost finished now. 

    

    After an early evening at the gym with CJ, I headed home hoping to finish the last of my research for my paper. I was still using Brad and Marissa's computer to do my research. I had not seen Brad in over a week and Marissa had practically disappeared too, since the night I saw her get her pussy eaten by my little angel. I missed them both, but was kind of glad they had not been around while I was doing my research project. 

    "Have a good work out?" Marissa asked from her seated position on the couch as I entered the apartment. 

    "Yup. Put some miles on the treadmill today. Legs are going to feel it in the morning," I said as I pulled off my sweat stained T-shirt exposing my bare chest. Marissa took a quick look at my chest before averting her eyes back to the television. I went into my room, tossed my shirt and towel to the floor and went back out to the kitchen for some water. 

    Marissa glanced sideways at me as I drank my bottled water, lingering longer than usual in the kitchen just so I could look at her. She was sitting on the couch with her bare legs stretched out on top of the coffee table in front of her. I couldn't take my eyes away from her well-developed legs, beautifully toned and tan, just waiting to be caressed. An image of Nikki between those beautiful legs crawled into my head itching my cock into slight arousal. I quickly tried to shake the image, getting hard in my spandex workout shorts was not how I wanted to exit the kitchen. 

    I quickly guzzled the rest of my water, looked away from Marissa's alluring stems and tried not to think of anything sexual. I looked down to see exactly how much I was showing before I decided to come out from behind the counter. I was only pitching a small tent; my cock was actually nicely outlined under the tight black material. Marissa probably wouldn't even notice. 

    I looked over at the goddess on the couch again, she had bent one leg at the knee with her foot still on the table causing her leg muscles to flex slightly, showing off how cut her leg actually was. I almost gasped, she was so damned hot! 

    "I'm gonna take a shower," I said for no particular reason. A very cold shower. 

    "Okay," she said, her eyes focused on the outline in my shorts. "Don't make it too cold, I don't want to have to come in and save you from hypothermia." She obviously had noticed my semi-hardness. 

    Oh how I'd love to have her in the shower with me and not to save me from the cold. I gathered my shower stuff, tossed my workout shorts on the floor in my room and padded into the bathroom. I glanced at my nudeness in the mirror as I passed the bathroom sink. I'm so vain. 

    My sore legs relished the hot shower jets penetrating deeply into the muscle tissue soothing the mild discomfort I was starting to feel. My mind wondered from random thought to random thought with no discernable pattern. One minute I was thinking about my research paper, the next Nikki between Marissa's joyous thighs, the next Brad and I watching porno together. Everything seemed scattered. 

    After toweling my body off, I dried my hair using rough back and forth motions with my fluffy blue beach towel. Then, not sure if someone else had come home since I had been in the shower, I wrapped the towel around my waist for the short trip to my room. 

    As I approached my open door I heard a steady low hum coming from the front room and what I thought was agitated breathing. The television was still on; I could hear typical TV dialogue under the strange mechanical sounding hum. Was Marissa still out there? 

    I snuck up along the corner of the wall hoping to steal a glance around the corner into the other room. I didn't want to just walk into the room not knowing exactly what the sound was coming from. Was everything okay? 

    I caught a reflection off the TV screen as I reached the corner. I could see Marissa on the couch like I had left her, but her legs were no longer stretched out onto the table. The view off the TV screen didn't offer me much more. 

    I peeked around the corner to where Marissa was sitting and I thought the hum was coming from. I saw Marissa slouched on the couch with her head tilted back against the backrest. I couldn't be sure from this angle, but it looked like she had one or both hands in her lap playing with her pussy. I guessed she must've been masturbating from the expression on her beautiful face. I knew it wasn't from the TV show. 

    "Michael," I heard her moan softly, "you're so hot." 

    Her eyes were closed and her head slightly rolled from side to side as she spoke. I was sure she was fingering her pussy now - and thinking about me! Holy shit! My rod swelled to its full length pushing my blue tower out away from me. I reached down and let the towel fall to the floor. I could not simply watch this. 

    I took my swollen member in my hand, gently stroked it a few times just watching Marissa. I came out from around the corner as quiet as I could, not wanting to disturb what she was doing. As I moved from behind the wall I noticed that Marissa had tossed her silky shorts on the floor and was only wearing a lycra sports bra. From my angle slightly behind the couch I could see that her nipples were very hard, protruding firmly through the thin material of her bra. Her stomach muscles were firmly flexed casting sexy ripples all through her midriff. 

    I kept moving toward her, trying to keep from making any noise. Marissa's breathing was becoming more rapid and her moans a little louder. Her eyes were still tightly closed and my name escaped her lips several times more. 

    I saw a small bullet-shaped vibrator in one of her hands carefully stimulating her swollen clit while her other hand was buried three fingers deep in her gaping hole. I stroked myself a little faster at the site of her using the vibrator. I had never seen that before. 

    "Ohhhh!" she exclaimed as her fingers touched her own G-spot. She shivered. 

    I stroked faster, still trying to be quiet. 

    I couldn't take it any longer. I had to have her. My cock needed to slip inside her tight hole. I couldn't just jerk off tonight. 

    "You don't know what you're doing to me," I said moving closer to her. 

    Her eyes opened quickly ??" surprised; she didn't stop what she was doing. 

    "You don't know what you do to me," she replied, an expression of lust etched on her face. 

    Her eyes fixed on my hand stroking my throbbing member. A look of longing covered her exquisite face. I inched forward leading with my cock, hoping she'd take it in her mouth. 

    "I can't," she said, unexpectedly. "Not without Brad. I promised him." 

    I jetted my hips forward butting my bulging dick only inches from her wanting mouth. I saw that she could not take her eyes off my throbbing member. She wanted to have it... had to have it. I was not going to let her get away without it. It was time I used my new found bravado with a woman I really wanted. 

    "You need me," I said, allowing her to see the pre-cum seeping from the tip of my dick. "You want my cock, now." 

    Her mouth slightly open, she looked as if she was going to burst at any second. Her eyes still locked on my cock. Her tongue nearly hanging out of her open mouth. 

    "I can't," she said not sounding very convinced. "I can't without Brad. Please don't make me," she begged, pathetically. 

    "Brad never has to know. You want my cock, don't you? You're thinking about my hard cock and how good it feels inside you right now, aren't you. That's why you're using your vibrator. You're thinking about me." 

    Marissa nodded her head wildly, closing her eyes tightly still working the vibrator over her swollen clit. I didn't think she was going to be able to hold off my advances much longer. 

    I took my hand off my cock, stood between her legs and let her stare at my nakedness for a few seconds. Her eyes drank me in hungrily; she wasn't going to be able to resist. I watched as her fingers blurred in and out of her cunt. She was soaked. 

    "You're so hot! I want you inside me. Don't do this to me," she begged. "Wait until he's home so he can watch. You know how much he likes that." 

    "You want to wait?" I asked dropping to my knees between her taunt legs. I lined my cock up for easy entry to her finger-filled love hole. She wasn't going to escape. 

    "No. But I promised. I owe..." 

    I nudged the tip of my dick forward until it bumped her fingers, slightly touching her soaked lips. Marissa shuddered as the soft tip of my swollen organ sent sexual energy through her highly aroused cunt. 

    "Wait?" I asked, already knowing the answer. 

    Her hand moved to one side allowing my pulsing member to easily slip between her greased folds. She let out a relief filled moan as I filled her eager pussy with my manhood. Her walls contracted around my member like a tight fitting leather glove. She was so wet I could feel her juices saturating my balls. 

    I rocked back and forth using my knees as a fulcrum to build up speed and slam my cock in and out of Marissa. She pushed hard against my hips as I pumped. She had a determined look on her face, almost angry, as she ordered me to fuck her harder.