College Roommate and My Partner in Chapter 3
Kelly started sharing her experience the night she was instructed to give my roommate Ken a hand job, and how it led to her giving him a blow job instead.
*She knocked on Ken's door. He was in bed with no covers. His hairy body nude, his erect dick in hand and smiling.*
*"Hello!" Ken called out, moving to the end of his bed. Kelly approached him. Nervous, but also excited. With the same V-neck t-shirt her erect nipples tried to burst through and her dark cotton panties already getting wet.*
*She walked towards Ken's bed. It was a small space, messy. The fragrance was intense. Ken's sweaty physique filling the room with his scent- the aroma of a man who had been pleasuring himself. The smell was slightly overwhelming but somewhat arousing.*
As she relayed the story, I had to put my hands in my lap. My heart thumping in my chest.
*"Where do you want me to sit?" She asked self-consciously, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.*
*Ken pointed to a pile of clothes at his feet. Kelly dropped to her knees. Placing her hand on his muscular thigh. Her hand trembled as she felt the heat from his sweaty body.*
*She described Ken as an average-looking guy but radiated confidence, thus becoming more alluring. His hairy body strange for his age also gave him a more mature demeanor.*
*Kelly's nostrils filled with the scent of his pre-cum, which she described as much stronger than mine. His cock soaking wet, his thick hand around it.*
*"Do you have a lubricant?" She asked awkwardly, looking at him. He reached into his nightstand and handed her a bottle. Before spitting on it instead.*
*"Try this, I hope that's okay!" He grunted, pointing her hand to his dick.*
She compared our cocks at my request. Mine was longer, only a tad bit, slightly bent to the right. My foreskin snug as she had to pull it back to reveal my head. Ken's was thicker and curved up. Kelly mentioned that was why Ken could fuck her while standing up.
I persuaded her to recount her first impression on feeling his cock in her hand.
"It felt like it was already inside me," she said, a little self-conscious. I could feel myself leaking just from her saying that.
*Kelly was mesmerised by how easily she could roll his foreskin back, so when she did it faster, beads of pre-cum dripped from his cock head.*
*"Oh fuck Kelly, you're such a good friend!" He gasped. She felt filthy. Her breathing shallow as her other hand cupped his hairy balls. Working his dick faster and faster.*
"Did that excite you?" I inquired, rubbing her thigh. She nodded.
*Her thighs pressed together, as she slid her hand up and down Ken's thick, wet cock.*
*"Tommy is one lucky guy!" Ken said. He cupped Kelly's face, his sweaty thumb on her soft lips. Kelly moaned, both hands working him now as she rested her head on his thigh. The overwhelming smell of his pre-cum was mesmerising.*
*"I wish we could screw again." He whispered.*
*"We can't...but I can do this." Kelly replied. Lurking closer. She kissed his salty pre-cum covered cock.*
"What are you doing!" Kelly exclaimed to me as I kissed her neck. Exposing her naked body from her robe. I stopped feeling embarrassed about my organ being exposed, seeing Kelly's erect nipples. Her pussy was drenched from her telling the story.
"Keep narrating!" I moaned as I burrowed my face into Kelly's chest, nibbling her nipples. My hand between her thighs. Stroking those slick lips. It turned me on how wet she was from her slutty actions.
*Kelly confessed the scent piqued her curiosity about his taste. She licked his helmet with her tongue before opening wide for his thick cock. He reclined, groaning as his dick twitched in Kelly's mouth.*
"How wet were you?" I questioned as I had buried my face into her chest, sucking her nipples. My hand between her thighs. Rubbing those slick lips, her arousal made me horny from her scandalous actions.
*Kelly was so wet she could not resist placing a finger between her thighs. Playing with herself as she felt Ken's cock filling her mouth. Sliding her hand over her clit, her pussy lips peeking out between the tight panty gusset.* 2 u u u u u r/ToiletStories u u u u u u u u u u u u u [u](https://www.reddit.com/
*Kelly's mouth on his shaft and witnessing her fingering herself with her underwear on made Ken's testicles knot.*
"I'm almost there!" Ken exclaimed
Kelly interrupted our conversation to give me a kiss as my bare body slid between her legs. My erect penis peeking out and leaving a trail of pre cum on Kelly's inner thigh. She wanted me to fuck her, but I stepped back.
"What's wrong?" She inquired as I stood, my 6-inch penis rigid. I grabbed her hand and towed her towards Ken's empty room.
"What are you up to, Tommy?"
I didn't respond as I opened Ken's bedroom door. Kelly was right, Ken was messy. Dirty clothes. Pizza boxes, beer bottles. We walked in, both naked, the thrill of seeing her naked in HIS room was fantastic, although frightening.
"Is this where he sat?" I asked Kelly, indicating the filthy bed sheets. My arm around her waist, feeling her bare skin. We had shared a dorm room for 8 months, and I was certain Ken hadn't changed his bedsheets.
Kelly nodded. I pulled her into my arms, kissing her as we caressed each other's nude bodies. Tightening my eyes, I imagined Kelly in this very room earlier, slurping on Ken's cock, with me in the other room muffling my groans into my hand. I pushed her onto the filthy bed. Lifting her legs wide, I rubbed my hard penis over her soft, moist pussy lip.
"Continue the story," I requested as I drove my erect cock into her. Our slippery bodies twisted around each other as I started to fuck Kelly on Ken's lousy bedsheets.
*With a grip on his cock, Kelly started masturbating. Not yet an expert, but keen to perform her best, she used what she'd learned from me and implemented it on Ken's todger. She swallowed as much of him as she could, feeling his thick, rounded head force its way to the back of her throat. Ken clenched a handful of hair. Kelly started gagging as drool oozed out over Ken's meaty cock pole. She moved her lips quickly up and down his glistening pole.*
*Ken felt his balls tighten in her palm. Holding Kelly's head still with his grip, he erupted, firing three fat ropes of cum directly into her mouth. She held her hands flat on his stomach, her mouth sealed tightly around his cock.*
Kelly liked swallowing from the first time with me. Not aware that swallowing cum was odd, she enjoyed the salty taste.
*Kelly didn't let go until she'd consumed every drip. She had no objections to swallowing, but Ken's undesirable unwashed cock in her mouth disgusted her. Still, the dirtier she felt, the more excited she became. She confided in me about how preoccupied she was, licking under his foreskin, savoring the rich taste of his cock. She claimed his flavor surpassed mine.*
My body dripped with sweat as my penis plunged into and out of her. I was biting my teeth, my balls slamming against her ass cheeks. She couldn't even look at me as she spoke, her head tilted to the side, eyes closed while licking her lips.
It didn't take long before I felt myself approaching orgasm. This time, I was fuckng Kelly, and it was heavenly. I was on top, Kelly's legs around my waist, her arms around my neck. Faster than I normally would, I fucked her harder. The old bedsprings creaked under the strain.
Absolutely consumed. I poured everything I had into each thrust, Kelly's pussy was a pool of wetness. The leaking juices soaked into Ken's sheets.
"Did it turn you on, swallowing his load?"
"Hell yes! Fuck, yes it did!"
"Giving him your dirty slut pussy?"
"Oh, god, yes! I'm your dirty slut, baby!"
Kelly moaned loudly, her leg jerking as I felt her pussy muscles grip my penis tightly. I squeezed out the last of my semen, filling her pussy completely.
There was no untangling our minds and bodies - we laid there for a while, two puddles of flesh. When I took out my member, a large blob of semen leaked onto Ken's sheets.
The experience. The story. Defeating Ken and ruining his sheets without his knowledge. I felt justified.
After cleaning up, I pondered my thoughts. It wasn't the outcome we planned for, I realized as I sipped my coffee, waiting for Kelly to finish her second shower. I didn't feel as pathetic now after reclaiming my girlfriend.
Following the previous night, Ken enquired if he could seek assistance again. This slightly aggravated me, but it didn't stun me all that much. Even though this incited a tiny bit of worry, I couldn't dismiss the fact that I did take pleasure in it.
So, I asked, "So, what do you think?" Whilst guzzling my coffee. Kelly nervously examined the ground.
"Well, I don't really wish to engage in intimate acts with other males, because I like you. But I did enjoy what you mentioned regarding having fun every now and then..." I could detect the bravery in her stating this to me. I didn't want Kelly to sense embarrassment as her family would. But at the same time, I didn't relish the idea of losing her to Ken.
"Sure, perhaps a handjob every so often, maybe a tiny blowjob won't be bad."
"Will you settle for just handjobs and blowjobs? No penetration?"
"No penetration. Or kissing!" We concurred, as Kelly beamed and rested upon my lap. Stroking my head.
"You're the only guy I'm going to let have sex with me. The only one I want to smooch." It was gratifying to hear that. However, the memory of Ken's penis on Kelly's genitals, her cheeks turning rosy whilst Ken questioned penetrating her...she seemed to want it at that moment. Nonetheless, I attempted to disregard that image. It was too jarring and produced negative sensations.
This represented a suitable compromise. A sprinkling of teasing and touching didn't entail much. It wouldn't generate shame like past sexual acts did. But it could stimulate that peculiar fascination I harbored within my brain. If it grew too intense, I'd intervene! My girlfriend, after all.
The weekend had come to an end, and Kelly headed back home. For the initial time this weekend, I could sleep placidly through the night.
However, let me warn you – cuckolding (even though I didn't apprehend the word at the time) isn't for everyone. It stirs feelings such as concern, agitation, and humiliation. Back then, I attempted to suppress those sentiments, portraying the entire weekend as a carefree college experience, and depicting my relationship with Kelly as a modern, open, and casual sexual adventure. I assumed myself to be a terrific boyfriend and not the jealous type. Yet, I realized I was feebly surrendering, and that this subjugation intensified my growing obsessions.
Ever since commencing a connection with Kelly, I had reduced my masturbating frequency significantly. My teenage years involved regular masturbating, I'd suggest myself as a porn addict, yet as Kelly and I commenced having intercourse, I only did it maybe once a week.
But today, this morning, as I prepared my morning tea, I found myself becoming aroused at 7am. Contemplating Ken's shoes, mindful that he was home and resting in the bed where I had been alongside Kelly, recalling his feet on our sofa where he had floated her, the mental image of him raising her leg and inserting his substantial phallus into her...I discovered that I was in bed by 7:30, with Kelly's used panties, stuck down the side of my mattress, in my hand. And somewhat later in the hour, these were lost among my bedsheets, saturated with my discharge. Wanking to porn, it had usually taken me an hour to climax, but the recollections from the prior weekend, as I perused Kelly's modest, Facebook images affirmed me to erupt unexpectedly. The photographs were, in fact, quite unremarkable: a few selfies and pics of her with pals. The visual closest to enticing displayed her in jeans and a loose jacket, her hips nudged backwards slightly, combined with those memories of the past weekend generated a rapid climax.
After Ken awoke, there was no discernible alteration. He narrated to me about his day, involving marijuana and pals. I basically informed him that Kelly and I spent a normal day. Soon after, we chatted like common friends. Until we relocated to our lectures, and he declared something that thwOcked me.
"Say hi to Kelly for me!"
I wasn't blessed with seeing Kelly that day, and after lectures, I evaded Ken. Instead, I initiated text conversation with Kelly. It was Monday night, and we were to meet up on Wednesday. Me, Kelly, and friends would socialize at the university bar. Kelly and I enthusiastically anticipated seeing one another.
My laptop was centered on Kelly's Facebook page again, wondering how I'd respond to her if she exhibited an alluring appearance on social media. Would I be able to masturbate to these images? And what if other guys interacted with her? How would I feel about that? [Oh!]
Massaging my stiff penis through my pants, I steered our conversation towards a more explicit tone. We hadn't engaged in much sexting, usually just a bit of flirting, but that night we went filthy for the first time in our messages. Chatting about how the next time we're together in the flat, we'd fuck in the kitchen/living area. While I tugged on my hard cock, I looked at her photos and read her texts. There's when she mentioned wanting to be on her knees sucking my dick, that's when I confessed that I wished I could see that.
She was hesitant about it, but I convinced her to send me a photo of her with a finger in her mouth.
When I received the image of her wide-eyed, mouth pouting as her full lips sucked her index finger, it was all I could do not to unleash my load. Noting she had the same white tank top she wore on Friday, I begged her to pull it down for me. Simply seeing a photo of her cleavage in a plain bra had me ejaculating instantly. I stored the photos in a folder on my phone, my heart racing as I had these images of Kelly being kinky just for me. I even managed to persuade her to send me one where her bra was lowered. I can recall the memory of her standing in front of a grubby mirror, tank top up, bra down, a shy smile on her dimly lit face. Her intense breasts squeezed together between her arms. I'd be lying if I didn't cum a second time that night to them.
I was relieved that I looked at her photos, thinking of her, and not her and Ken for once. But the following day when Kelly and I met for a quick lunch, I found myself in that same shameful situation again. I briefly glimpsed her phone on the table as she ordered a drink, and saw her inbox.
Tom.
Anni.
Ken.
She had been texting Ken? I told myself it was okay, they were friends. Maybe they had been texting before? But all I could do was be nervous during the meal, unable to ask Kelly about it. I spent the lunch feeling anxious in my head until Kelly leaned in, whispering to me.
"Did you like the pictures I sent, Tommy?"
"Oh, yeah, they were amazing!" I blurted out, trying not to get hard at the table. Kelly ran her hand along my arm, pressing her lips to my cheek and whispered to me.
"I have to go back to class, but check your inbox." She said before kissing me on the lips and leaving for class.
I watched her walk away, my heart pounding, my hand trembling as I snatched the phone. My palms shook, struggling to type in my passcode. I almost dropped the phone when I noticed a photo of Kelly in a piece of lingerie. A sheer black corset, lace bra pattern. She seemed boldly posing in the mirror.
I remember barely being able to hold the phone, admiring how Kelly looked, her large breasts pressed up, viewing the outline of her curvy body, even the way her long dark hair draped over her shoulder. Her shapely, long legs. All I could think about was my shy girlfriend becoming as sexually confident as the adult film stars I was addicted to. I yearned to return home and jerk off to those pictures.
Later, I was in bed, scrolling through the pictures of Kelly on my phone, teasing my touch-sensitive penis, imagining Kelly dressed up for me. But before I could ejaculate, I received a text.
Kelly: hey!
Me: hi!
Kelly: can I ask something?
Me: Of course!
Kelly: Ken has been messaging me, wondering if I can assist him again. I told him I'm not with you until tomorrow and won't be there. Do you think it would be bad if he saw some of the photos I sent?
I froze. I didn't anticipate this. We didn't lay down any rules about this, and while I was happy she wasn't hiding the fact she and Ken were texting, I still felt my breath leave my body, my stomach turn, and like before. The more ashamed I felt, the more my dick twitched.
Read also:
- Yes, Darling
- Silent in Awe
- Creating New Life Through Words
- Chapter 7: Missing Spouse in the Andean Region
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