Find part 1 here. Originally inspired by image 17 of the May contest.
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Mark enters my room some 15 minutes later. He’s shirtless and wearing athletic shorts. Usually this means he’s so turned on that he doesn’t even have the patience to get dressed before coming to me. The shorts are a courtesy to our other housemates in case they step into the living room at the wrong time.
Then again, Jordan is the only other person home right now. I think it’s safe to say that, given his apparent feelings for me, what Mark is about to do to me is the antithesis of a courtesy.
“Lock the door,” I say.
Mark reaches a muscled arm toward the doorknob, but he hesitates, smirking. “Why? Afraid Jordan is going to barge in here? Let him. If he wants to see this, I won’t stop him.”
I snort as I undo the waist tie of my bathrobe, which I donned after Jordan left. “You’re an asshole.”
“I gave him plenty of time to leave the house. Plus, do you have any idea how hard that was for me, sitting in my room with a raging boner, knowing you were just a few feet away, getting ploughed by another dude? I’m impressed—”
“That other dude is your best friend.”
“—with my own self control,” Mark finishes. “But you’re house property, and now it’s my turn.”
“I’m house property for another 45 days,” I remind him. “Savor it while it lasts.”
He narrows his eyes. “Just imagine what the three of us can do to you in 45 days.”
“Oh, believe me Mark, I can. Be careful what you wish for.”
“A fuck doll that I can pump full of jizz, every day, for at least 45 more days. How’s that?”
“Staggeringly romantic. And optimistic, I might add. At least 45 days? What, do you think this is going to continue past the end of the semester? You’re one of a kind, Mark.”
“I think it just might. And speak for yourself, Caroline. I’ve never met a girl like you before.”
I stand and let the robe fall to the floor around me. “Say that again.”
Mark smiles impishly and rakes his eyes up and down my body. “I said I’ve never met a girl like you before.”
“This girl is salivating over the gigantic bulge in your shorts. But I’m sure other girls have done the same. So tell me, housemate, how am I different from other girls?”
Mark’s erection swells before my eyes. A sliver of his cock protrudes past his waistband. “You’re not ashamed of how much you love sex. You’re almost literally a fiend. If libidos were like patronuses, yours would be fucking Godzilla.”
I laugh aloud. “I’ve known you for three whole years and I never once took you for a Harry Potter fan.”
“See?” he says. “There’s still so much to learn about each other. 45 days can’t possibly be enough.”
“Nobody says our friendship has to end when the semester does.”
“Yeah, right. You think after all of that”—Mark gestures in the direction of the Sex Jar, as we call it—”that you and I can go back to being platonic friends? Not a chance in hell. We’re friends, but we’re friends who fuck. Friends who fuck a lot.”
I rub the tattoo on my hip while he’s talking. Brush my hand over the tiny patch of pubic hair I’ve left trimmed but unshaved. Use two fingers to spread my lips. “Hmm. You might be right. But let’s say this little agreement of ours does expire at the end of the semester. Are you saying we can’t be friends after that?”
He watches my hand move like a cat staring at a mouse. “Of course not. I just won’t be able to have sex with you whenever I want. I’ll have to ask permission like a normal couple.”
“Oh, but we’re not a couple, are we, Mark?” I say, my voice nearly a whisper. “After all, think about what I just did with Jordan.”
“There,” he says, pointing at me, “that’s another reason you’re not like any other girl I’ve met. You say brutal shit like that. You don’t let society dictate how much cock is too much cock, as though sex is conquest for men and shame for women. Not to mention the fact that you’re a fucking artist in bed. No, a goddess. It’s almost like you were purpose-built to make men orgasm.”
“Don’t forget women. I make them come, too, you know. Take your shorts off.” I’m quietly touched by this little declaration of affection.
“Maybe one day I’ll get to see that.”
“Me making another girl come? Maybe you will,” I say evasively.
“I also want to give those magnificent tits and that sugar-sweet pussy the credit they deserve.”
I feel my body lubricating itself at his words. “Say more. I always thought my boobs were too small.”
“Oh, Caroline. My sweet Caroline. Those are B cups, right? They fill my hands perfectly. They hang and bounce when you ride me. I can squeeze and fondle them. And those nipples, oh, those nipples. Tall and proud like pencil erasers. Always stiff between my teeth. Perfection.”
I tilt my head to the side, watching him watch me. My arms cross, pushing my breasts in and up so they swell upwards. His captivation is palpable, and that sends a frisson down my spine.
“You know the best compliment a guy can give you about your tits, right?” he says. “The surefire sign that you have world-class boobs?”
“What’s that?” I ask, even though I think I know what he’s going to say.
“Busting a nut on them. We don’t do that unless we love what we see. Why do you think I’ve done that to you so many times? How many, do you think? A hundred?”
“Something like that. I’m ready for the hundred and first.” I curl my finger in a ‘come here’ gesture.
Mark slips his shorts off, and they glide down his thighs; he’s not wearing underwear. He’s easily the most well endowed of all my housemates. His cock is so long the head sits snugly over his belly button when he presses it against his belly. It’s girthy, too, which is part of the reason he makes me come so often. If he was inexperienced, having sex with him would be extremely unpleasant, but like I mentioned before, he’s objectively an excellent lover, so that weapon between his legs is a girl’s dream come true.
“Couldn’t even take the time to put boxers on, I see,” I chide.
Mark approaches, hands raised, and starts fondling my breasts where I stand. “I’ve had a boner since I started walking home. I had to hide it by holding my hoodie in front of me. For the past hour, all I’ve thought about is what you’ll look like slobbering all over my dick.” He moves his hips back and forth, and his erection sways like a ship’s bowsprit.
“What a lucky gal I am.” I close my eyes, feeling him brush against my belly. My nipples stiffen under his touch.
“Did Jordan actually come in your pussy?” His hand slides across my ribs and makes its way to my rear, where it squeezes and slaps one of my ass cheeks.
I open my eyes again. “What’s the deal with the two of you today? Now you’re being possessive, too?”
“Not possessive. I just want to know which hole I should use.”
“Look,” I say, pointing at my bed, which is still slanting away from the wall, the sheets and covers crumpled. “I made that nicely this morning. This is how Jordan and I left it after we were done. I’ll put it crudely since I think you need it; your friend just banged the shit out of me.”
Mark stares down at me, a full head taller. His jaw clenches. No matter what he says, I know him. I know men. No man wants to hear that. They want a woman’s body to belong to them and them alone. It’s instinct. The jealousy that flushes his face is nothing short of delicious. “That’s not what I asked.”
“Squeeze my ass with both hands. Yes, Jordan finished in my pussy. He must have been saving himself for a few days. Staying hydrated. There was a lot of jizz. I can still feel it dripping—”
“Aw, shut up.”
“Why?” I step forward and smush his cock between our bodies. It reaches my sternum. “You know we’re all clean. You’re really not going to fuck me just because Jordan did first?”
Mark groans as I slide up and down against him. “It’s not that he fucked you first, and you know it. I just don’t want another guy’s jizz on my dick. Even if he is my best friend.”
I bite my lip. Return the favor and squeeze his ass, using the fingers on both hands to dimple the muscle and spread him apart. Men rarely admit it, but I can tell by his eyes rolling skyward how much he likes the way this stretches his asshole open. I wiggle against him and feel his cock twitch. “It’s just semen,” I say. “You boys always talk about running a train on me. Is that bluster? What’s the big deal as long as everyone is clean?”
“Fuck,” Mark manages. “I don’t know.”
“I’m always the excuse. You don’t want to subject me to that. That’s what you and Alex say whenever it comes up. But I’m telling you now”—I stretch his cheeks even farther and dig my nails into the flesh—“two cocks at once sounds fucking delightful. I’d actually enjoy three, especially if one of them is as massive as yours.”
For once, Mark is lost for words. He gazes down at me, slack-jawed.
“I think you boys are nervous about yourselves, not me. You’re afraid to be around another cock. Why? Too much testosterone? Do you think Alex or Jordan might be better fucks than you are?”
“Not in the slightest. Are they?”
“No, they’re not better. But they’re different, so I still enjoy getting in the sack with them.” I drop to my knees, palms on his thighs, and stare up at him. His erection is lined with one large vein that’s so thick I call it his cock artery—I like feeling it bunch and jump under his skin when I push on it with my tongue.
Mark widens his stance, lowering himself toward me. His expression is fierce as he stares unblinkingly into my eyes.
As his cock casts a shadow across my face, I say, “I think you’re afraid to fuck me together because you think you might like it. The thought of the three of you, naked, pleasuring me and coming on me together, it turns you on. It makes this massive, beautiful cock swell so much it hurts. And that makes you uncomfortable with yourself.”
Mark settles his balls on my nose. I nuzzle them, inhaling deeply. His musk, a dizzyingly sexual odor, washes over me. “Is someone channeling her Psych 101?”
“Just picture it,” I say. “I’m kneeling on the floor. The three of you are standing around me. I’m exhausted because you’ve all spent the past hour railing me, and I’ve been coming the whole time. You get to take turns finishing wherever you want. By the time you’re all through with me, I need a towel and a shower to mop up all the come.”
He lets out a little moan. Holds my head and finger-brushes my hair behind my ears. He pets me with a gentle, almost loving, touch.
“You won’t know what to do with yourself once you realize you like watching your friends fuck one end of me while you fuck the other. You don’t want to let yourself imagine how much you’ll enjoy being naked with me together. Think about your jizz pulsing onto me. One after another. You all would enjoy dominating me like that. I’ll let you.”
Mark sighs, and I choose to believe it’s a wistful noise. “You’re awfully confident about our open-mindedness,” he says. “And for a girl who already gets fucked multiple times a day, you also seem awfully eager for a gangbang.”
I grin. “I’m telling you I’m eager for it. Godzilla libido, remember? I know it’s hard for you and Jordan to comprehend, but I care about all of you and I love fucking each one of you. But I also want to experience you together. All my boys at once.”
Mark lays his length across my face. His balls hang next to my chin and his shaft presses against the bridge of my nose, covering one eye. I close my eyes as he starts to slap himself against me, sweeping from one cheek to the other like a windshield wiper.
“I’m not interested in other guys. You know I haven’t fucked someone outside the three of you since that one night with Avery in September, right?”
“Why would you need anyone else?” Mark laughs. “We give you orgasms every day.”
“Exactly.” I wink. “Notice how you said ‘we’ right there? I think you like the idea of sharing me between yourselves. As long as it’s an exclusive club.”
“Hmm,” he says. “What would Daddy think if he could see you now? His baby girl, cock on her face, offering herself up like this?”
“What would Mommy think if she could see you now?” I retort. “Her baby boy, demeaning his friend by slapping his cock on her face. Taunting her instead of giving her what she wants.”
Mark clicks his tongue. “Fair enough. But in all seriousness, I didn’t know that about you. I thought you were fucking randoms, not just us.”
I dip my head, pull his balls away from his body, and lick his exposed perineum. When I come up for air, we’re both breathing heavily. I steel myself and say, “Well, I’m not. Why? Are you?”
He frowns. “Well…yeah. I assumed you knew that.”
“What about the others?”
“Yeah. I’m pretty sure Alex and Jordan get with other girls every once in a while. Avery has Cindy, but he doesn’t really count at this point. But what’s the big deal? The house agreement didn’t have anything to do with other people. You can fuck whoever else you want, too, as long as you get tested every month.”
Somehow, I’m surprised by the unpleasant swooping sensation in my stomach. A phantasmagoric string of blurry images races through my mind’s eye: Mark with another girl, maybe a busty blonde who squeals in delight when she pulls down his jeans and sees what’s waiting for her; Jordan lying on his back, eyes hooded while he watches a hot freshman ride him in her little dorm bed, not caring that her loud moans are for show and happy just to enjoy the sight in front of him; Alex’s brown curls bouncing around his shoulders as he fucks some bimbo from behind, her unfortunate roommate posted up for the night in their common room.
I swallow the bitter taste in my mouth and put on a smile. “No big deal. I was just curious. But I want you to do a couple things for me.”
“What?” Mark’s toes curl against the floor. He watches hungrily as one of his testicles disappears behind my lips.
“One,” I say, pulling his erection down toward my face, “You’ll fuck me right now. I want to use this gorgeous cock of yours properly.”
“Fine,” Mark says grudgingly.
“Two,” I rest him on my flattened tongue, letting myself salivate around his glans before pulling away again. “I do want an orgy. With all four of us. You’ll convince the other guys. We can ease into it with a threesome if you want. You, me, and Jordan. He’ll be easier to convince.” Mark and Jordan have been friends for years. They met me and Alex when we were freshmen.
“You really want this, huh?” Mark watches me give his cock a wet kiss. When I pull away, a filament of saliva connects us, sparkling gold in the afternoon’s last rays.
I nod, lips pursed.
“What makes you think Jordan would agree to this? We both heard him earlier. No way is he okay being in the room while you get it on with someone else.”
“Exposure therapy,” I say simply. “He doesn’t like it when he’s not part of it. Same as you. But trust me. If you’re both involved, we’re all going to have a good time.”
“I might be down for a gangbang,” he says. “But not an orgy.”
An orgy would mean you have to touch each other, too, I think to myself. The thought makes me instantly wet, but I decide not to push my luck.
I take him in my mouth. Deepthroating him at this angle is impossible—I’d have to dislocate my jaw, he’s so thick and long—so instead, I flutter my tongue against him and start shuttling a loose fist up and down his shaft. I’d need three hands to cover all of it at once.
He watches me work. “You’ve been good to me this year, so I guess I owe you.”
I give him doe eyes and blink rapidly. Drool oozes down my chin. I wipe it away and use it to lube up my working hand. “I have been good to you, haven’t I?”
“You have.”
“So good.”
“So fucking good,” he agrees.
“To all three of my boys.”
He sighs. “I don’t need to know anything about that.”
“Trust me, babe, it’s not a bad thing. I take good care of Jordan and Alex, just like I do you. They pay their share of the rent, too.” I push myself onto him again and slurp noisily, shaking my head back and forth so my cheeks balloon outward around his girth. He pops from my mouth with a noise like a champagne cork. “Say it back to me. You take such good care of us boys, Caroline.”
He shudders. “You take such good care of us boys, Caroline.”
“Mmm. I think so, too. What a wholesome little household we are. You can have this”—I spit on him liberally and use his member like a paintbrush, smearing a mixture of saliva and pre-cum across my face—“whenever you want.”
“Whenever I want?” Mark is hunched forward now, his glutes flexed with the intensity of his excitement.
“Whenever you want.” I stretch his balls away from his body again, licking him so far back my tongue almost reaches his asshole. “All I want is for you to be more comfortable with each other. I want you all to bust your loads together. In me, on me. Make it rain on me, Mark.”
“Okay,” he gasps. “I already said okay.”
“You’ll have to feel each other’s jizz, you know,” I whisper. “Your balls will probably touch if one of you puts it in my ass while I ride another. And whoever I’m riding is going to get teabagged by the third one, the guy who gets to skull-fuck me. Do you understand what I’m saying?” I’m gripping his cock in a tight OK gesture, my index finger and thumb forming a makeshift cock ring. His entire length is rock hard and flushed purple. I’ve never seen something so magnificent.
“Yes, I understand.”
“And you’ll do it?”
“I’ll do it. And I’ll try to convince the others.”
I lick my lips. “If I ask you all to give me a creampie, only one of you gets to go first. The luckiest one gets to go last.”
“Not sure I agree with that last part.”
My smile is positively wolfish. “You will. I have at least 45 days to train you.”
When he grabs me by the hair, I shake my head. “Time to start holding up your end of the bargain.” I stand. Pull him by the hand to the side of the bed. I turn around and lie on my back, legs bent at the knees. My hands reach around my thighs and pull them up and back, opening my slit as widely as possible. The little stomach fat I have bunches around my middle in a dozen little lines.
He seems nonplussed. I lick my lips and pout again. “Please. Give me what I want. Fuck my creamy cunt.”
That word—cunt—is powerful in its vulgarity. I don’t use it often. I’m not sensitive to profanity, but something about that word is vile and dehumanizing, which is exactly what I need. It’s exactly what he needs. I don’t want to be Caroline to him right now. I don’t want to be a friend to him right now.
I just need to be a wet cunt. Jordan’s semen is still leaking out of me; a trickle emerges from the crevice between my lips, pale and milky like nectar oozing from a flower. It drips until it touches my asshole and puddles on the sheets. I squeeze and relax my kegel muscles, and another, bigger trickle emerges, forming a rivulet that’s now impossible to miss.
Mark snaps out of his momentary paralysis. He steps forward. Guides himself toward my entrance. Hesitates a second, seeming to waver as he considers pushing the tip of his cock into what Jordan left behind.
“Do it, babe,” I say quietly.
Mark grunts. Suddenly he’s inside me, pushing forward until his entire cock vanishes between my legs. I can’t help it; I cry out at that first thrust, for no matter how warmed up I am, taking someone so large will always be intense. His strokes are deep and slow. He knows he’ll hurt me if he starts thrusting at full speed.
I’m tight, so tight around him, but he slides in and out with ease. My pussy is slippery with a mixture of my own arousal and Jordan’s semen.
Mark literally fucks it out of me; with every backward stroke, the head of his cock scoops it like a spade, and after a dozen strokes it looks like he’s already come himself. The insides of my thighs are covered in milky streaks, the sheets under me are damp, and his member is glazed in a shiny film.
Every thrust is controlled and purposeful. He holds me firmly at the hips, fingers pressing into my ribs while I hold my legs open from behind the knees. Mark looks into my eyes as he fucks me. His mouth is open slightly. The room is quiet except for our restrained gasps and the wet friction of our sexes.
I feel an orgasm building deep inside myself. I reach for his face and let him suck on my fingertips before I start stroking my clit in a rapid circular motion. “Don’t come yet,” I whisper. “Take me there first.” The sounds of our bodies, sex and masturbation, mesh into one erotic song.
Jordan fucked me, but it feels like Mark is making love to me, which is a bizarre turn of events, and I’m in a state of bliss, my face contorted by a silent whimper as my third orgasm of the day sweeps through me from the inside out. He doesn’t slow down, and the sensation builds on itself, surging like a rising tide, sharpening into an acute coldness where he plunges in and out of me.
“Oh, my god,” I say. “Oh, my god, you’re going to make me squirt.”
Mark bares his teeth. “That’s my girl. Come for me. I know you love taking this huge cock. Don’t hold back on me now. I want you to soak me like—”
My next whimper interrupts him; it feels like I’ve lost control of my bladder, and through the fog of pleasure I’m dimly aware of the delight on his face as hot liquid pulses against him.
He pulls out completely. We’re both laughing, gasping, and moaning as the rest of the world vanishes. I convulse, blasting him with one, two, three geysers that splash against his cock and stomach. He’s coming, too, jerking himself off to keep himself going, and a veritable fountain of jizz shoots across me, draping my stomach in long, warm strands. My nostrils are invaded with the sweet smell of semen; Mark’s always reminds me of the aroma swirling above a pot of fresh chamomile tea.
I come down before he does. When my vision clears, I see him stroking out his last contractions, and come is still spurting onto me. How that much semen fits in one man I neither know nor care to know.
All that matters is that none of it goes to waste.
“Come here,” I tell him. I shift until I’m parallel to the edge of the bed. Guide him toward me. Massage his balls while he lays his cock on my cheek and ejaculates his dregs across my face and neck. I open my mouth and lick his tip, sucking away the last pulse and leaving his knob polished.
“Holy fuck,” Mark whispers, staring at me, and himself, in awe. His pelvis and thighs are literally dripping; the hardwood floor around his feet is covered in fifty shining coins where droplets have fallen, and the tops of his feet are soaked. The edge of my bed is so dark and damp I’ll almost certainly need to wash both the sheets and the mattress cover.
I’m drenched in come. It covers the outside of my pussy, hanging over my slit in a viscous web. My belly button is a milky reservoir. My entire stomach and both breasts are covered in parallel streaks of the stuff. I bask in it. Luxuriate in the cloud of his scent as it envelops us both. The stench of lust, of sinful pleasure, of the man before me.
Mark watches me use my fingers like a shovel. I scoop up as much of his seed as I can. Greedily bring my hand to my mouth. Swallow. Repeat.
He shakes his head. “You. Are. Sensational.”
I’ll never forget the sheer awe on his face, even though I smile and shake my head. “No, baby. We. We are sensational.”
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