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This story is intended for persons over 18.  Sexually explicit material.
Writer welcomes comments on House Guest series.




House Guest 7: Alone With Her
By Thomas Frottage


Marissa sat lazily on the couch watching some HBO movie when I came home.  I
didn't expect anyone to be home, so her presence on the couch startled me.  I
was happy to be surprised by her anytime.  

"Hi," she said as I walked by toward my room.

"Hi," I replied, noticing the red long sleep shirt she was wearing.

"Finished with your studying?" she asked as I disappeared into my room.

"Yup.  I think I've done all I can.  If I don't know it by now, I'm not going
to get it before tomorrow," I shouted while I stripped down to my plaid boxer
shorts. 

"That's better," I said when I came back out to join her in nothing but my
skivvies. 
 "Brad working a case tonight?"

"Unfortunately.  I really didn't want him to go tonight.  He said this is a
very big client.  That means big money; so he has to do what he has to do." 
Marissa let out a long sigh before returning her gaze back to the movie.

Her and I talked about school and what I thought I wanted to do with the rest
of my life for about an hour.  Beside her absolutely stunning good looks she
was also very smart and could talk about any subject under the sun.  I often
wondered if that turned men off she flirted with.

"I think if you really want to go to film school then you should go for it no
matter what anyone else tells you."

"I know.  It's just not that easy though.  People want me to do…"

"That's your problem right there," she interrupted, "who gives a flying fuck
what other people think.  You've got to take care of A-Number-1 first."

"You're right, but I'm such a pussy when it comes to confrontation."

"Then maybe film school isn't the thing for you.  There's all kinds of heated
competition in that business and I know you're going to be faced with
confrontation at some point."

"You're right.  I guess I've just got to do some growing up and develop a back
bone," I said, knowing she was dead on accurate.

"I think you'll do just fine.  You've already made progress," she said but
didn't continue.

"How so?" I asked.

"When I first met you I knew you had a crush on me but were so shy you never
even acknowledged the fact that I liked flirting with you.  You were so scared
you hardly even spoke to me when I tried to stroke your ego.  But you've gotten
past that, from the look of things the other night, way past that."

I felt myself blushing.  Marissa stared at me, her soft eyes melting me to the
chair.  I had been staring at her legs for the past few minutes; the red night
shirt had slowly been inching up her thighs as we talked.  Now I diverted my
eyes back to her face to avoid the embarrassment of getting caught gaping at
her luscious stems.

"I see you've still got a ways to go before you're completely comfortable going
after what you want," she said with an evil smile.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, pathetically trying to act as if I had
no idea.

"You want to know what I've got under this?" she seductively asked and moved
her hands to the fabric that had bunched up near her upper thigh.

"What color do you think?" she asked as she brought one leg up, running her
foot along the smooth skin of the other.

I couldn't take my eyes off the enlarging gap I was seeing as the fabric
stretched with the motion of her legs.  No matter how much I wanted not to
look, my eyes just wouldn't do anything else.  My adolescent dick twitched in
anticipation as I looked between Marissa's parting legs.

"I think you should come over here and take a look for yourself," she said and
moved one finger up her thigh and over the red fabric covering whatever she had
on underneath.

As if in some magical spell I could not break, I rose from the chair and
hurried over to the floor in front of the couch where I had a bird's eye view
up under Marissa's night shirt.  

She moved with feline grace as she wrapped my head between her legs and forced
me forward into her lap.  My eyes bugged out when I saw, not more than two
inches in front of my mouth, Marissa's hairless pussy eagerly awaiting whatever
I desired.

"Now's your chance to show me how shy you're not," Marissa said in almost a
whisper.

Brad's lesson replayed through my mind as I gradually pushed my tongue forward
onto her engorged lips.  Her pussy was already saturated from her juices as I
began to explore her with my darting tongue.

Marissa moved her hips slightly; pulling her night shirt up to her tits and
giving me an unobstructed view of her shaved pubic mound and toned tummy.  I
probed her pink hole with my thick tongue trying to get as deep inside her as I
could.  

I put my palm on her clit and slowly started making circular motions while my
two fingers spread her swollen lips as far apart as I could get them.  I
remembered how much she liked her G-spot licked and moved my tongue into
position over the rough spot I had discovered before.  Marissa reacted
pleasantly by jetting her hips forward allowing me even deeper access into her.
 My tongue fluttered like a butterfly over her G-spot while my palm continued
to slowly roll over her puffy clit.
Marissa moaned lowly on the couch her stomach contracting with each roll of my
palm and lap of my tongue.  I flicked a spot so sensitive that she practically
choked me with her thighs when she squeezed them together.  

I picked up speed sensing her impending orgasm was very near.  Her breathing
had become rapid and she was pulling my head, trying to force me deeper into
her.  I increased the speed of my lapping and my palm circles until it was so
intense she was almost falling off the couch.  She was screaming my name in
uncontrollable ecstasy with each stroke of my tongue.

Suddenly her legs went ridgid around my head and her stomach muscles rippled as
her whole body shuttered with a powerful orgasm.  

"Keep licking my cunt!" she ordered when I tried to stop.

I kept my tongue buried inside her contracting vaginal walls until I felt a
huge flood of juice come rushing into my mouth.  I didn't know what it was, my
gag reflex kicked in and I had to pull my mouth away.

"Oh God!  That's so fucking good!  Fuck!  Fuck!" Marissa exclaimed as wave
after glorious wave of orgasm rushed through her.  

"My fingers and palm were soaked with her pussy juice as was the cushion of the
couch and the inside of both her thighs.  Marissa seemed to tremble as she
tried to return from the rush she just felt.

I looked at her flush face and almost didn't believe I had given her such a
blistering orgasm.  I was so totally into pleasing her that I didn't even
realize my cock was busting out of my boxers dying for attention.  

I reached down and slowly stroked myself while I stared at Marissa's quivering
cunt.  The site of her fleshy pink pleasure hole caused my already boiling
sperm to buble over.  I felt my release building and knew it wouldn't take but
a stroke of two to launch this load.

"Don't you cum yet," Marissa said and shifted her weak body forward so she was
now facing my cock.

"I've wanted this for a long time," she said and wrapped her hot lips around
the tip of my pre-cum soaked member.

I was already on my knees and as soon as her mouth wrapped around my throbbing
member I felt them go weak anyway.  I feel back onto my heels and jetted my
hips forward causing my cock to point away from me.

Marissa wasted no time taking my entire length in her mouth.  She bobbed down
to my root and then back up to the tip with just the right amount of pressure
on my shaft to boil my spunk even more.  I was not going to last long at all.

"Uhhh!" I moaned and grabbed the back of Marissa's head to guide her along.  I
could hear her slurping as she hungrily devoured my cock with her wet mouth and
expertly played with my cum loaded balls.  

That was all I could take, her fingernails gently tickling the underside of my
ball sack as her hot mouth wrapped tighter and tighter around my cock sent
fireworks whizzing through my mind and an explosion of cum into her throat.  

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed as the biggest sperm eruption of my life rocketed from
the depths of my being.

Marissa shoved a finger in my ass just as another wave of escaping cum shot
from my cock giving me a sensation I had never experienced before.  I was a
little shocked by the sudden intrusion back there, but quickly got over it as
my stream of cum blasted into the back of Marissa's throat.

It was my turn to shudder as Marissa's hand eagerly jerked the remaining cum
form my sensitive penis.  When she was sure I had nothing left to offer she
licked my shaft clean being sure nothing went to waste.

"Mmm, that was incredable," I said and moved from my knees to a seated position
on the floor.  Both my legs cried out for relief from the position they had
been stuck in.

"I think you're coming along nicely," Marissa said with a sly smile.  "I still
want you cock inside me though."

"I think I'm almost ready for that," I said mentally taking inventory over my
body.  I had never felt pleasure like I was feeling right now.

"You've got to promise me we keep this our little secret," Marissa said,
standing up from the couch.  
I looked at her puzzled.

"I always promised I'd not do anything with another guy unless Brad was with
me.  I'm sure you'd be considered a special case, cause he knows how hot you
make me, but I don't want to take any chances," she explained.

"Your secret's safe with me," I assured her and stood up myself.

"Good.  We'll have to do it again soon."  Marissa leaned over and kissed me on
the cheek.  "Thank you," she said, "you've just made my unfulfilled fantasy
even hotter.  I can't wait until Brad gets to watch you fuck me."

Marissa went into her bedroom leaving me alone in the front room pondering what
had happened.  Somehow I had crossed a line I didn't even know existed and
couldn't wait until I was able to explore the possibilities.  I didn't know
what kind of magic her lips possessed, but that shy guy I normally was no
longer lingered inside me.  

Tomorrow a new me would emerge.  I hope I'm ready.     

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