Roommate and Girlfriend Story Chapter 5
As summer break approached, I realized there were only two weeks left before we would all go our separate ways. It seemed like Ken was more emotional about it than I had expected. He had stopped going to classes altogether and had taken up smoking weed in our dorm, a potentially risky endeavour.
But that wasn't what was on my mind at the moment. The thought of Kelly coming over that weekend was what really excited me. She was going to stay with me Friday night and leave very early the next morning.
I was a bit apprehensive about the situation, considering how things had been between Ken and Kelly in the past. There had been no contact between them since then, and I hoped they wouldn't have any awkward moments when they were in the same room.
Kelly arrived, straight from the library, wearing tight black skinny jeans and a purple t-shirt that accentuated her ample cleavage. Her makeup was also on point, with a hint of mascara that made her blue eyes stand out.
The smell of marijuana filled the dorm room as we relaxed on the sofa under a blanket, watching a movie on the TV. I found it hard to concentrate on the movie, my eyes constantly distracted by Kelly's seductive body. My erection grew stronger as I felt her legs resting on my lap.
Just as I was thinking we could move to my room for some fun, Ken opened his door and walked in, clad only in a robe. He sat next to us, passing us a joint.
"Guys, you have one week left, let loose," he said, as he sat down.
It was true. The movie we were watching was coming to an end, and I was hoping that Kelly and I could be alone in my room soon.
We each took a puff of the joint, with Kelly coughing slightly. Some minutes later, she felt slightly lightheaded. My eyes felt heavy as I felt a hand on my thigh.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw Kelly's hands reaching for my crotch, her movements becoming fast and fluid. Her lips met mine as our tongues danced, while Ken moaned approvingly next to us.
I wanted to resist but couldn't help noticing how erotic the situation was, just like in the porns I had watched. Kelly seemed to be in her element, jerking us both off with ease while giving Ken's throbbing cock a passionate rub.
My eyes widened as I witnessed Kelly's hand rubbing urgently on Ken's lower abdomen, unmistakably jerking him off under the blanket. Her grip loosened as she began to focus on me, my own cock responding eagerly to her stroking. Her lips left mine and our eyes met, a silent communication between us.
My vision blurred as I came unexpectedly, my cum covering my shirt with four or five thick splatters. The sudden release of pressure caused a strong head rush. This orgasm felt better than any other in the past week, even better than the one I had with Kelly the previous weekend. And it wasn't because she was working both our dicks, hand in hand, but because the whole setup was just so erotic.
Kelly turned to me, her face flushed, and planted her lips on mine. As I tasted her tongue, her free hand moved to Ken's cock to finish him off. By the looks of it, Kelly was now the sluttiest girl I'd ever met.
Ken groaned, and Kelly moaned in response, her own climax considering how she was bringing both of us to the brink.
I jerked off Ken, watching her mouth work her way up and down my shaft. The sight was so hot that I forgot about the cum on my t-shirt and the lack of pants I was wearing.
Feeling her relaxed fingers on my cock was enough to make me cum again. My hips thrust against her hand, and then, almost immediately, I came once more. This time, Kelly swallowed the cum in my mouth.
I twisted around to face Kelly, my body still trembling, and stared at her. It was a strange sight, seeing Kelly covered in my cum, her eyes glazed and my naked cock in her hand. But I didn't object. There was something thrilling about this situation.
We had barely exchanged words since that weekend in the dorm, but I had forgotten how sexy she could be. Once a loving girlfriend, now a devilishly slutty one.
Now I had to sit and observe as Kelly pleasured Ken. Her body pressed against his, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Both gazing down at his hardening erection, positioned directly in front of their faces. Feeling humiliated, yet unable to look away or ask them to stop.
"Can you just give him a handjob?" I questioned, my voice slightly hoarse, my mouth parched from the marijuana. Kelly glanced at Ken, her hand still occupied with his cock, her fingers covered in his leaking pre-cum.
"Is that okay with you?" she inquired, her face almost touching his, making me feel uneasy. Ken nodded at me, appearing as though he was about to orgasm at any moment. I breathed a sigh of relief.
Desiring to participate, I slid my hand down Kelly's jeans, unfastening the button as I slid into her underwear, feeling her damp pussy. I encountered no difficulties in inserting two fingers in and out, hearing her pant while she turned her face back to mine. We shared a kiss once more. I couldn't comprehend the intensity of her tongue while we kissed.
Shortly after, I withdrew my hand from her pussy.
Ken had lifted her top, his hand grasping her breast. While playing with her nipple, Ken's penis started to secrete.
I was envious of Ken's penis, how easily it could be manipulated, the upward orientation, the exposed head. Kelly glanced at Ken, one hand stroking his testicles, the other working his thick cock. She truly resembled a porn star at that moment.
I focused on Kelly's pussy, planning to climax her. But I was frustrated at how long it was taking, puzzled as to why it was taking so long to climax her. Could I have been derailed by watching Ken lick her hand clean of Ken's cum?
It was then that I was interrupted.
Ken touched my arm. His penis stuffed into Kelly's mouth.
"May I try?" He inquired. I turned to both of them.
"Well, alright." I stammered, bewildered by his request. Although they didn't violate any of our established rules, she had not kissed him or attempted to have sex with him. But I found myself observing as Ken tugged at the waistband of Kelly's jeans, pulling them and her panties down, revealing her bare, pasty vagina.
We had never established a rule regarding her vagina, only that he was prohibited from penetrating it.
I stepped back from the sofa, in a state of discomfort with my lower body completely naked. Kelly stretched out, her top lifted, her jeans and panties dragged around her ankles. Ken's hand dove between her legs. Her legs instinctively spread for him as he slipped his two fingers into my girlfriend's vagina. I watched him manipulate her in a fashion I had never been able to at that age, locating her g-spot.
Kelly cried out. Covering her face. Ken alternated his hand's position, her hips replicating his motion. I couldn't believe the extent of her body's movement, initially in a sensual manner but soon losing control, thrashing about. Ken's fingers worked magic on her vagina, causing it to gush.
She grabbed the blanket and shielded her face. Her fragile moans transformed into primal screams as her back arched, her hips lifted. I faintly remembered witnessing girls react similarly in pornography. In no time, Kelly erupted from Ken's fingertips.
He moved towards me, smiling.
"This will definitely make her cum!" He passed me his joint as he continued.
I took a seat, watching, taking a hit, my head swirling. Kelly thrashed about. Ken's free hand caressing her breast, tweaking her stiff nipple. Playing with it. Utilizing his thumb, he rubbed her clit. Her small groans morphed into bestial yelps, she climaxed once more. This time Ken halted his efforts, his two fingers now glistening with my girlfriend's fleshy secretions.
Kelly was now a panting mess. Gasping for air, her face red. Eyes watering. She stared at Ken, his fingers coated in her accumulated cum.
"Oh my god!" She moaned.
This dude, Ken, wasn't cutting it with the humiliation. He continued to subject Kelly to pain, pushing her further into submission. His hand worked its way down to her pelvis, holding her in place as he plunged his fingers into her. Her body trembled with the force of his advances.
By now, she'd totally lost control. Kelly's limbs were shaking, her mouth clamped on the sofa's armrest, and her legs buckled. It was like Ken was pulling every ounce of sexual frustration out of her. Finally, she let out a loud scream into the blanket, sending her hips skyrocketing up, her legs spreading wider. She'd blown again, this time drenching Ken's hand. As his fingers continued to swirl in her wet, sloppy pussy, streams of her juices erupted from her body.
Once done, Ken just got up and licked his fingers. Like it was nothing.
Kelly was now out of breath, struggling to catch her breath as she stared at the mess she'd made. I couldn't look away from her nude, wet, and messed up figure, feeling sheer satisfaction at how she looked. She was one heck of a knockout.
Suddenly, it hit me - I was holding my erect dick.
The room was spinning. My cock remained soft, and I continued to toy with it. Sitting beside me, even with his robe untied, Ken joined in.
"Dude, it's exciting how women can climax multiple times!" he said, his words barely making sense. Stunned, I simply laughed. Kelly still lay on the floor, looking for her clothes, her cheeks flushed red with disgrace.
After her long bath, she exited, wrapping herself in a blanket. Her eyes looked defeated. Unfazed, I felt surprisingly relaxed, considering all that had happened.
"I'm taking a bath," she said. Sighing, she headed for the bathroom, out of sight.
High as hell and with our cocks out, Ken and I chilled. Ken confessed he hadn't truly recognized how attractive Kelly was when we first started dating. Apparently, he'd wanted someone innocent yet sexy.
Turns out, he even apologized for the incident a week ago. Admitting how messed up and "frustrated," things had gotten, he hinted at dropping out of college.
I felt bad, but I was prepped for his departure. It was then I let off a wild one:
"Man, it's really fucking hot seeing you, babe, act like a slut!"
My brain buzzed in delight as I dared to say these words.
"Oh my God," Ken said. I could tell he was into it as well. "So, let's party tonight, take it all the way to end of summer."
I agreed. Later on, Ken and I shared a joint, clutching our hard dicks, waiting for Kelly to return to the living room.
When she did, she was in a fluffy towel, clutching it tightly. I couldn't believe I was already aroused again, witnessing her fetching legs and Ken's dick. They were equally sexy!
"How was the bath, baby?" I asked, motioning to the cushion between us, desperate to make some space. Expectant, Kelly approached. Just then, their eyes met in a silent exchange, silently beckoning her in.
"It was nice," she said hesitantly. But soon, she flexed her hands against the pillow, covering up her exposed, trembling body.
"So, what'd Tom mean by that, girl?" Ken whispered.
"He meant... I'm hot when I'm being bad," she replied, nervously peeking around for any sign of my response. I returned her sweet smile as I caressed her back.
"Guess you did like how I played with you, huh?" she asked while sucking on my dick.
"Fuck, yeah!"
I turned to my side and spread my legs as Kelly lay down on top of me, biting my ear lobe. The pressure on my chest, mixed with her teeny grabby hands, was just what I needed.
Behind me, Ken touched her thigh. Kelly's eyes fluttered as she reached over and grabbed at my boner. They both lay there, teasing each other, rubbing against my body. I knew I would be dreaming about this night for a long time to come.
This new sexual liberation would be quite the ride, especially with my girl and my best friend abruptly leaving! We set off lighting up another joint. As she sat between them, proceeding to kiss me with utmost desire, I realized Ken had spread a lighter to her crack.
"I'll spank you a bit!" He warned. Kelly shuddered. I, on the other hand, couldn't help but rock my hips, shooting a few feet into the air, cheeky grin forming at my friend's delightful antics.
In my bedroom now, we awkwardly made out, her towel hitting the floor. Ken licked her butt crack and touched her anus while we swapped saliva.
"Did you like being touched like that, Kelly? Your friend fingered you!" I whispered. As she nodded, he would answer.
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Man, I was losing it, watching Kelly's beautiful butt with Ken's face buried in it. As she gave my cock the best blowjob she could, struggling to focus on me with Ken's tongue inside her. Seeing her so turned on made me even hornier.
I had to pull my cock out of her mouth to prepare for some action. I started fucking her, grateful for Ken's willingness to step aside. Ken watched approvingly as I made love to his wife. My hands were firm on Kelly's hips, gently leading her deeper into our passionate moment. Hearing Kelly moan with satisfaction, her wetness welcomed me.
I looked Ken in the eyes, grateful for his understanding. Together, we worked to create a memorable experience for Kelly.
Soon, the excitement, the weed took their toll. I had to pause. My head felt light, my stomach queasy. I told them I needed a moment to lie down.
I lay on the bed, breathing deeply, while Kelly sat beside me complete naked. Ken remained standing, his cock ready for action.
Kelly's voice was comforting, filled with warmth and compassion, "Just rest for a minute, Tommy. We'll carry on once you're feeling better." Her hand gently caressed my torso; the other one reached out to stroke Ken's cock. She bit her lip as she teased him with her mouth.
Ken was eager to keep things going: "I'll fuck her when you're feeling okay." Then, Kelly's hand took Ken's cock, she started teasing his helmet with her mouth.
I loved seeing Kelly's passion. I couldn't believe how hot it felt, watching Ken's cock sliding into her. Kelly's hands gripped his ass cheeks, pushing back against him, encouraging him deeper. I wished I could be inside her, but instead I started jacking off.
She pulled away, gasping for breath, a mixture of saliva and spit dripping from her lips and chin onto Ken's throbbing cock. Her hand covered her mouth, embarrassed by her passion. Security camera footage showed her fingers exploring her own pussy. I could hear her moistness in the background.
"Who's ready for some action now?" Ken asked. Kelly looked at me, her ass fully exposed. She looked so fuckable, and boy, did I love that.
But I wasn't certain if I was ready. Maybe I was too high, perhaps I just wanted to watch. Nevertheless, I managed to reply:
"Hmm..."
Kelly moaned loudly, inserting her hand between her legs. "I need some dick right now!"
I felt terrible not being able to pleasure her, but my body wasn't cooperating. As I moved aside, Kelly got on her knees, on all fours, presenting her tight pussy to Ken. Ken held her firm, sliding his throbbing cock into my girlfriend. Kelly pushed her hips back, her perfect ass presenting herself to me. She moaned, throwing her head back, fingers digging into the sheets.
I moved to the side, offering them space on my bed. I continued to stroke my own cock as they got closer and closer to climax. Ken thrusted into Kelly, his balls smacking into her body, his hips pushing against her ass. He slowed down, his girth filling Kelly with each stroke, making her moan louder. Suddenly, he began to pound her, his speed delivering intense pleasure, her back arched, her thighs squeezed, and she orgasmed on Ken's cock.
I was stuck, but capable of caressing. How could I resist when encountering a scene that surpassed even the most hardcore porn? The bed was shaking with the intense sex Ken was delivering to her. It was the second time he made her climax, when she clutched my leg, her breasts swayed, and as Kelly shot me a glance across her shoulder, her eyes brimming with ecstasy, I told her I was about to cum.
In quick response, she approached me. As he repositioned her, making her lie on her back with her head resting on my thigh, I slid my erect penis into her mouth. Not that my ejaculating penis stopped Ken. Even as she let me ejaculate into her mouth, Ken continued his unrestrained fucking.
Kelly was now using my thigh as a cushion. Ken raised her legs, and all three of us viewed Ken's teasing.
"Check out my cock going into your little pussy," she said, her eyes overflowing with desire and passion, her mouth wide open as she observed her cunt absorbing his engorged member, Ken pressing his bulging head to her lips and then sinking it in as far as he could, her wetness allowing him to enter her completely without resistance.
With my semen emptied and the marijuana still affecting my thoughts, I needed to leave. I rushed to the bathroom as the other two continued their lovemaking. I assured them I was fine, leaning against the toilet, my bed visible through the bathroom and bedroom doors. After the initial wave of nausea passed and I felt better, I looked to my bed to see Ken violently fucking Kelly in the same position. But soon, I had to close my eyes, lest I spend the next few hours falling sick. Even then, the sound of their unrelenting coupling never ceased to reverberate through the small apartment. As embarrassing as it is to admit, sometimes I would picture Kelly's moans of pleasure to stifle the nausea.
At one point, I fell asleep on the toilet bowl, only to be awakened by the incessant copulation of Kelly and Ken on my bed. As I watched, they moved to my desk, where she wrapped her legs around him and her hands gripped his back. Her face was filled with pure pleasure, her lips stretched back in delight as she gazed at him, her eyes fixated on his back. I couldn't hear what they said from my location near the toilet, but Ken asked if he could cum on her chest. I watched as he ejaculated his hot seed across my girlfriend's breasts.
I pretended to be asleep when she knocked on the bathroom door, bringing me a glass of water. Her robe discarded, she was completely naked under it, her skin glistening with sweat and the evidence of their late-night activities. She informed me it was now 2 am and she tried to get me to bed, but I maintained that I was okay. Eventually, they coaxed me into my bed and switched off the lights, allowing me to drift off to sleep.
Upon awakening, I was stunned to discover Kelly was not in my bed. Despite being told she had to leave early, it was a surprise when I learned it was only 7 am. I was amazed I even woke up. Groaning, I staggered to my feet, heading to the room adjacent to mine. My eyes were drawn to Ken's open door. The scene that unfolded as I tiptoed towards them caused a searing pain in my heart. Kelly and Ken were completely naked, their bodies pressed together in Ken's bed. Upon closer inspection, I saw that her once pristine vagina was damaged, red, and damp with a mixture of their cum.
My interaction with Kelly proceeded with some difficulty. As she prepared to leave, accompanied by a waking Ken, they treated the situation as if it were ordinary. We shared a hurried breakfast and exchanged futile small talk; the only thoughts on my mind were their climaxes, the cum in her vagina, and her sleeping in Ken's bed overnight. I eventually learned they were up until 5 am, choosing to sleep together to spare me from the noise.
The mixture of intense arousal and emotional pain left me reeling. I couldn't help but blame Ken for his actions, and Kelly for hers. Yet I was mostly disappointed in myself for allowing it to unfold and secretly enjoying it. I did my best to tamp down these feelings, focusing on my studies and making final preparations for the summer break and a return home.
In the days leading up to our parting, we spoke more often, though it was tense. [
I shared my feelings with her, and she claimed to comprehend but felt that I was duping her. One moment I'm eager for her to be crazy and passionate, the next I'm behaving apprehensive and envious. In spite of my present perspective, and how much we've evolved, I needed to acknowledge that she had a valid point. She stated truthfully that her bedtime sessions with Ken aroused her, immensely. However, she desired to be my partner. I can't disclose every detail of our talk, but I'll describe where we parted ways.
We remained a couple, we acknowledged the thrill of being sexually open, but decided not to contact Ken again. Fortunately, the journey between us was relatively brief, allowing us time to reunite over the summer. Despite all that transpired, we were still dating. Ken was no longer part of our lives.
Yet, it didn't take long after returning home for me to think back to those incidents. I attempted to avoid them, but those flashbacks of Ken's exploitation of her had an effect. I became aroused in no time.
However, I knew I couldn't do it once more, given how ashamed I felt watching her naked body in his bed, how exploited she appeared. Like before, every time these memories activated a sexual response in me, it also made me feel worthless when the euphoria subsided.
Approximately a week into the summer, I did something I shouldn't have. I tried to reconcile those nights with Ken while also satisfying fresh desires by asking Kelly if her consenting to another woman's presence was feasible, considering Ken, and the fact we'd be apart most of the summer. You can figure out how her reaction wasn't overly welcoming. But Kelly ultimately gave in, saying if I genuinely required it, then she couldn't hinder me. But it was clear she wasn't satisfied. She felt obligated to permit me to enjoy myself due to her contribution to Ken's actions. Nonetheless, despite the outcome, these events were bound to be messy. This is where the narrative concludes, with me indulging in a guilt-ridden masturbation routine and endeavoring to pursue other women with my girlfriend's hesitant approval.
Ken served as just the beginning in this aspect of our lives.
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