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This story is intended for persons over 18. Sexually explicit material.
Writer welcomes comments on House Guest series.
House Guest 6: Up Close
By Thomas Frottage
I was pretty tired when I got home from school, having taken that American Lit
test C.J. and I studied for the other day. I think I did okay, much better
then if I hadn't studied with someone that actually understood what the hell
they were reading. I told Nikki I would call her later after I took a nap. I
stripped down to my boxers as soon as I got home and crawled into bed for a
much needed nap. I thought about jerking off before, but dozed off so fast I
didn't have a chance.
Two hours later I was jolted from my sleep by the phone ringing in my room. I
fumbled for the phone on the tiny table next to my bed trying unsuccessfully to
avoid knocking my portable alarm clock to the floor.
"Hello," I said, groggily into the receiver.
"Hi Mike. Did I wake you?" C.J. asked from the other end of the line.
"Ya. I had to get up anyway though."
"What are you doing tonight?" she asked.
"No plans. I'm supposed to call Nikki later. Why?" I asked, sitting up
against the headboard.
"Mind if I come over? My parents are throwing some dinner for my dad's boss.
I really don't want to be there," C.J. explained.
"You in your car now?"
"Yup."
Maybe I could use my newly taught technique on C.J.
"Sure, come on over," I said, trying to keep my excitement out of my voice.
"You want me to pick up something for us to eat?"
We settled on sandwiches from Subway; C.J. said she'd buy and see me in
fifteen minutes.
I took off my boxers and put on a pair of loose fitting gray cotton workout
shorts and a T-shirt that said "Just Do It" across the back. I put the small
pile of dirty clothes collecting in the corner of my room away in the clothes
hamper hidden in my closet. C.J. had seen my room in various stages of
messiness, but I was never thinking about trying to get in her pants before.
Brad and Marissa were resting on their bed watching the television when I came
out of my room. I noticed that Marissa was wearing a gray cotton short outfit
with a cropped short sleeve baby tee that splendidly displayed her mammoth tits
and firm toned stomach. Brad was lying next to her; his chiseled chest exposed
wearing only a thin pair of black silk boxers. I swear they could be models.
I waved to them and mentioned that C.J. was on her way over and that we were
going to hang out for a little while.
Marissa said that her and Brad would just be staying in back and that if I
needed anything to come on in. She cast an inviting glance at me as she spoke.
I pretended I didn't notice and went out to the front room to wait for C.J. I
only waited for a few minutes before I heard a faint knock on the front door.
I sprang from the couch with an extra bounce in my step; I hesitated before
opening the door, better settle down if I intended on not tipping C.J. off that
I was up to something. As lazily as I could I opened the door to let her in.
C.J. smiled as the door opened and held a plastic see-through bag up as an
offering before coming inside. I spied the two wrapped sandwiches in the bag
just briefly before my eyes gazed at C.J.'s lovely face. For some reason
tonight she looked extra hot, her blond hair fixed just right making her pretty
face seem larger and even more prominent than it usually was. I could smell a
light fruity aroma as she moved passed me and into the house.
"You gunna stand there all day?" she asked and headed for the kitchen to set
up our dinner.
We watched mindless television while we joked with each other and enjoyed our
sandwiches. C.J. sat cross-legged on the floor using the low coffee table to
hold her bottled water and paper plate. I casually kept eyeing the way her
worn blue jeans hugged her folded legs. I imagined sliding them off and diving
between her thighs right there on the floor. I felt my groin start to tingle
and quickly peeled my eyes off the tight fabric surrounding her powerful legs;
I didn't want to get caught staring.
"You're roommates home?" C.J. asked.
"They're in the back. Why for?" I asked, curious.
"No reason. Just asking," she replied.
I didn't really think she was "just asking". She told me she thought Brad was
hot after the first time they met. I don't think she put together that he was
at the dance club that wild night, but then why would she? Brad was off in his
own corner getting a hand-full of some other hottie. She still hadn't formally
met Marissa, although that night on the dance floor they seemed very close.
Just as I was about to rib her a little more about her interest in my
roommates I heard someone walking down the hallway toward us.
"Hi there," C.J. said, joy in her voice. She moved up on to both knees and was
now sitting back on her haunches. Again I noticed how snuggly her jeans hugged
her legs and round ass.
"Hello again," Brad, still shirtless, said as he walked into the kitchen.
I watched as C.J. hungrily appraised him with her eyes. As she practically
undressed him with her eyes I remembered what Brad thought about C.J.'s
grooming practices. Did it turn Brad on to know she was lusting after him? I
wondered if he even knew.
"Careful," I said in a whisper, "you might leave a stain."
"Why you say that?" she asked, blushing noticeably.
"Hmmm, I wonder," I replied, casting a knowing glance at her.
"You have a problem with that?" she asked, turning embarrassment into
seductive flirting.
It was my turn to blush. She always did this to me.
"What's all the whispering about," Brad asked from the kitchen.
Opportunity.
"Nothing. C.J.'s just drooling on herself over here looking at you," I said,
peering down at a very red-faced C.J.
"Hey!" she protested, pathetically.
Brad made a show of looking down at his bare chest then back up at C.J. "I'd
better put on a shirt, then," he said.
"You don't have to," C.J. blurted.
Brad walked out from behind the counter and paused for just a second, "I'm
glad to know that I haven't lost all my looks to old age," he said with a big
tooth grin.
I thought C.J. was going to pass out right then and there her eyes fluttered
so much. I swore she was swooning, hanging on his every word; fixed on the
large bulge in the front of his boxers. Brad played her like a pro, teasing
with his body, showing her just what he wanted her to see; just enough to keep
her wanting more. God he was good at this game!
"He's so fucking fine!" C.J. exclaimed a few seconds after Brad disappeared
back down the hall.
"Easy tiger. You've got drool running down your face," I joked trying not to
seem upset that her attention was entirely on my male roommate.
C.J. wiped her bottom lip, realized I was joking and sprang from her kneeling
position like a cat uncoiling after its prey and landed in my lap playfully
striking me in the chest with her balled up fist.
I did my best to fend off her sudden attack by twisting sideways in the chair,
grabbing around her waist and pulling her toward me. She landed against the
back of the chair, pinched between the arm and my body. Both of us giggled
loudly as we playfully tried to find each other's ticklish spots.
Before I knew what happened my hand snaked up under C.J.'s sweater and rubbed
the bare skin along her ribcage. C.J. laughed as my hand found a very ticklish
spot. I increased my intensity and C.J. protested a little stronger, the
playfulness gone. The more I tickled the more she squirmed and protested until
she was downright fighting to escape from my finger torture. The whole thing
had my cock rock solid as she fought to escape from me. Every time she moved,
her tits swayed and jiggled; her nipples were so hard they practically tore
through the fabric of her top. I felt her smooth skin become hot under my
fingers the more and more she moved. Finally after a few more seconds of
protest I stopped and took my hand out from under her shirt. C.J. was
breathing heavily, panting and fell away from me slightly. I reached forward
to prevent her from falling off the chair, wrapped both my hands around her
back and accidentally buried my face right into her tits. I exhaled loudly,
blowing air through the fabric of her sweater.
"I -I'm sorry," I stuttered and moved my head away from her soft skin-pillows
has quickly as I could.
C.J. didn't say anything, her flush face just kind of looked at me for a few
seconds. I couldn't tell if she was upset or still trying to recover from my
tickle torture; I was afraid to ask.
"You okay?" I asked after about a minute of silence.
She nodded her head but still didn't say anything, the color was slowly
returning to her face.
I felt a little uncomfortable sitting there in silence wondering what was
going through her mind so I excused myself to use the bathroom. I didn't have
to - I just needed to break the thickening tension.
I saw Brad and Marissa's door slightly ajar as I moved past it into the
bathroom. Innocently I glanced through the crack and froze in place. Brad was
on his back, completely nude, while Marissa's mouth slowly bobbed up and down
on his huge erection. Marissa had stripped out of her gray outfit and was up
on her knees while she worked on Brad's cock. From my position in the hallway
I had a clear view of her ass that was spread wide open from the way she had
her knees parted. She was working a tan slim line vibrator in and out of her
pussy while she sucked on Brad's cock like an eager calf looking for milk. I
stood there unable to move for a few seconds, my already stiff cock growing
painfully stiffer as I took in the live sex show. I almost forgot C.J. was
still in the other room and would probably not want to sit out there alone too
much longer. I forced myself to pull away from the arousing sites behind the
semi-closed door and finished my bathroom ploy. As I walked past the door
again I noticed that Marissa had picked up speed on Brad's cock and that he was
writhing in pleasure under her.
"Everything okay?" I asked when I came back into the front room and noticed
C.J. was putting on her shoes.
"Ya. I've got to get home though, I forgot to do something for my mom," she
explained.
"Right now?" I asked, confused.
"Ya. Sorry. I totally went brain dead and forgot," she said without looking
at me.
"Okay. Are you sure you're okay? I didn't mean to …"
C.J. looked up at me with her big beautiful eyes cutting me off before I could
finish what I was saying.
"I'm fine. Really," she insisted and walked over to me.
"Okay. If you say so," I said still not convinced.
C.J. lifted herself on her tiptoes and kissed me softly on the lips. I could
feel her still perky nipples rub up against me as I embraced her with my arms.
I held her against me for a minute. My erection throbbed and I was sure she
felt it but she didn't say anything if she did. Finally she broke away and
walked to the door.
"I'm sorry I have to leave," she said as she turned the knob.
"I understand," I lied.
"Believe me you don't, but I've got to do this. I owe it to
Nikki."
Nikki! What the hell was she talking about?
"I - I don't understand," I said, completely confused now.
C.J. opened the door and stepped outside before replying, "You
made me cum."
She closed the door behind her before I had a chance to say
anything. Her words echoed in my head; that's why she was so
flush after my tickle torture. She had an orgasm! I made her cum by tickling
her. Holy shit! But what did she owe to Nikki? I still didn't understand
what she meant.
Wanting to get myself off and feel the euphoric release I knew I
would have with C.J.'s words echoing in my head, I raced for the back room
hoping the live sex show would still be taking place.
I took up my position next to the door again and was not
disappointed by the view; Marissa was on her back now, Brad doing push-ups
above her plunging his hardness deep inside.
I was still fully clothed so I fondled my hard prick through my
cotton shorts. I was so turned on by everything I actually thought I could cum
without ever taking my cock out.
"Why don't you come in here?" Marissa shouted, startling me.
"The view is much better," Brad added, looking over his shoulder
at me.
Fuck it! I pushed the door open and walked into their room.
"You wanna take over?" Brad asked as he slowed his thrusts.
"Give me your cock," Marissa shouted.
"Let me watch. I don't think I'd be able to last right now," I
said.
"Where's your friend?" Brad asked as he once again picked up speed
in his thrusts.
Marissa's tits jiggled with each thrust of Brad's hips and she
practically shuddered as his cock bottomed out inside her tight pussy. They
both were glistening with sweat as the moved to match each other's motions.
I pulled my clothes off and sat in the chair next to the bed.
Marissa looked at my hard member with hungry eyes as I started to quickly
stroke the length of my shaft. Pre-cum had already saturated the tip and I
quickly spread it all over my hard shaft.
"She had to go," I moaned as I stroked just my tip. The pleasure
raced through me.
"Too bad," Brad said, "I'd like to put my cock in her."
"He thinks she's hot," Marissa said through deep rapid breathes.
"Got his cock all nice and hard when he came back from the kitchen."
I stroked a little faster as I listened to Marissa talk about how
C.J. had excited Brad. He seemed to thrust a little deeper too.
"You ever seen her pussy?" Brad asked, his speed increasing
again.
"It's so fucking hot. She's a swimmer and keeps it nice and
trimmed. Her lips swell up as big as rose pedals," I said, stroking my cock
faster thinking about that night I fingered her in my room.
"Fuck me like you're with her for the first time," Marissa ordered
Brad. "Fuck my young pussy 'til it hurts."
Brad grunted, moved Marissa's legs up over his shoulders and
thrust hard into her soaked pussy. He was fucking her so hard I could see
Marissa's ass muscles ripple with each thunderous hump. Brad's stomach muscles
contracted and throbbed as he forced his cock deeper and deeper inside.
"That's it you fucking stud. Fuck my virgin cunt!" Marissa moaned
her breathing became more labored. She arched her neck off the pillow as Brad
thrust harder and harder. The room echoed with sounds of slapping skin.
"God! You little fucking slut. Teasing me with those tight
pants and little sweater. You like making my cock ache. Teasing me in front
of your friend like that. I bet you wanted to get his cock hard too," Brad
said as he kept up his pace.
"That's right. Two hard cocks are better than one. Make me cum.
Fuck me until I explode all of your hard cock. Fuck me hard!"
I was stroking my cock so fast now I was going to erupt at any
second. Marissa playing C.J. was just too much to take. Watching Brad fuck
her hungrily, imagining it was the girl I had made cum, set me over the edge.
"Uhhh!" I grunted and stood from the chair.
"Cum on my tits," Marissa ordered.
I pushed forward landing with my knees on the bed just as the
first wave of cum launched from my cock. Brad didn't miss a beat as I sent a
hot heavy shower of cum spilling onto Marissa's tits. Marissa pushed her heavy
glands together with her arms as I sprayed her again with another deluge.
"Ohhhh!" Marissa shouted and went completely stiff. Her head
tossed from side to side as Brad slammed into her with the most force I had
seen. Within a second Marissa screamed in pleasure as her orgasm
released and shot Brad's cock from deep inside her folds.
"That's it my little slut, cum all over my cock. Explode, baby,"
Brad encouraged as Marissa convulsed in pleasure.
I milked my thrashing cock until I had spent all my spunk on
Marissa's beautiful tits. She bit down on her bottom lip as her orgasm
subsided and Brad's began.
He jerked his cum covered dick as fast as he could. Brad
grunted and bucked his hips forward before he let fly a projectile of hot cum
that hit Marissa in the face. Wave after glorious wave of his hot cum covered
her tits, stomach and pubic bone until finally he collapsed upon her.
"That was fucking amazing," he said and kissed his magnificent
girlfriend.
"Next time I want to play out my fantasy," Marissa said looking
at me.
"I'd like that. You know what that means, Mike?"
I shook my head, I had no idea - even if I did I was still a
little weary from my powerful orgasm.
"I want your cock, Michael. I want it buried deep inside me,"
Marissa said, looking me straight in the eyes.
"I'll be ready," I said weakly. Suddenly I really was a
Casanova.
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