As I stand petrified at the threshold to our apartment, I realize I probably should have let my roommate know I was coming home a couple of days early. The living room is not as I left it, to say the least: the plastic sheeting on the floor and furniture, liquid pooling on it in places; several gnarly looking dildos littering the coffee table; two bottles of lube discarded on the floor next to the sofa. In the midst of it all, my roommate. Eyes closed, headphones on, laying with her upper back on the floor and her legs and butt up on the sofa, she is oblivious to my presence. She is pounding her hairy pussy with a dildo the size of her forearm – Jesus Christ, is that molded after a horse? – her whimpers rapidly turning to loud moans as she starts squirting, a heavy rain over her body, hitting her open mouth and close-cropped hair.
As the waves of her orgasm subside, her eyes open to find my face, burning with embarrassment. Her previously still face goes as red as my own – the last thing I see before I cover my eyes with my hand – as we both start talking, me retreating towards my bedroom.
“Oh my god, what are you doing here?!…”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see anything, I promise…”
“…You’re supposed to be gone two more days!…”
“…I’ll get out of here, give you some privacy…”
“…Yes! Get out! What the actual fuck! You didn’t see this! And don’t come out of that room until I tell you to!”
Closing the bedroom door behind me, face still hot and head still spinning, I lay down on my bed to gather myself. What the fuck was that?
We’ve lived together for a few years now, and I didn’t see this coming, at all. We have some sort of life together – both of us grad students, living together both to save money and because we enjoy each other’s company – with a lot of time spent in our living room watching Netflix together. Both of us have had partners at different points during this time, and though we’ve discussed relationships and sexual politics plenty, neither of us seem to have felt that discussing our kinks was something that fit within our relationship. I need to process this. I start masturbating furiously.
Undressing, that absurd dildo pushing into her hairy cunt fills my mind as I touch myself. She is petite, and it’s a wonder that thing would even fit. And that bulge it made at the bottom of her belly, surely that must be a figment of my imagination? Not that I care – the scene is enough for an all time record in time-to-orgasm, my cum spraying across my body and my bed. Laying there, basking, while I continue playing idly, I still can’t grasp what I walked in on. I’m fairly kinky – nights not spent with her I spend reading smut, masturbating until my dick gets sore – but even I consider what I just saw an ambitious setup. Those Terrible Troll toys in particular I’m impressed with: I like things in my ass as much as the next guy, but as of yet I’ve considered them out of my kink league, the animal models in particular. Getting serious, my hand now with a firm grip on my cock, I feel as if I’m halfway to an orgasm again.
A knock on the door interrupts. ‘Shit’, I think as I toss on some clothes, hard as a rock, cum still on my chest. Opening the door, I note a spotless living room, not a trace of what transpired left – clearly I lost track of time.
“Hey, sorry about yelling at you before. You really surprised me there”, she says as we step back into my room, sitting down on my bed. She’s wearing her usual at-home attire, a big t-shirt covering her boyish frame. The smell of sex is in the air, but it’s too late for me to protest, usher her back to the living room.
“I’m sorry, I should have let you know I was coming home early.”
“No, it’s okay, I’m just super embarrassed. Could we pretend this never happened?”
“Hey, of course! Didn’t see anything.”
“Cool. But what happened to the conference, why are you home early?”
“The presentation went great, spoke to that PI at that lab I was telling you about, but once the conference was over it just wouldn’t stop raining, you know? Started to feel claustrophobic at that hotel, so I figured I might just as well come home early, get some work done on my project. How have you been, made any progress?”
“I’ve been good, but not too productive”, she says, blushing. At this, the laughter sneaks up on us both, and won’t be contained. It’s embarrassment, relief, and joy, all mixed into one. As we settle, laughter still lurking, she continues:
“Good God, you really went to town in here, didn’t you?”
“Is it that obvious? Guess I did, though not sure how appropriate that was. I know we said to forget what I saw before, but that was hands down the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Not at all the reaction I expected”, she blushes.
“What did you expect?”
“I don’t know, but I just feel like such a freak.”
“In that case there’s clearly two of us,” I laugh. She smiles, looking at the outline of my still hard cock.
“You want some help with that?”
I lean in and kiss her. She moves her hand to my cheek, draws me in closer. We break apart for a second, look into each other’s eyes, smile. Moving up on the bed, she straddles my thigh as we start kissing again, wetter now. She has one hand on my neck as she starts grinding on my leg. I feel her wetness through her panties as she reaches for my cock, stroking it. My hands on her tiny ass, I pull her up against me, kissing her deeply as she rubs herself on me. Tossing her over-sized shirt on the floor, my mouth finds her nipples, and she lets out a moan. She frees me of my shirt, kisses down my neck, smelling my hair, her breath filling my ears. Our mouths meet again, sloppy now, before she licks down my chest, licking up the remains of my cum. My thigh is slick from her juices now, and she’s getting loud, groaning as she orgasms against my thigh. We undress completely, as she lies on top of me, still straddling my leg, embracing me, head on my chest as she recuperates.
My hand grips my cock, stroking its hardness. As she looks up, grinning, I ask if she’s ready to go again. “How freaky do you want to get?” she asks, laughing. Grabbing her head, kissing her deeply, I take a second to answer. “Sit on my face, you filthy animal.” Without missing a beat, she’s there, her knees by the top of my head. My mouth and nose get buried in the jungle of pubes surrounding her cunt and ass. She grabs my hair, grinding down on my face, taking whatever she wants. As I stroke myself, fast and hard, she paints my face with her slick. My tongue finds itself at her clit, in her pussy, and deep in her ass as she has her way with me. At times I can’t breathe, but I can’t get enough, my arousal all-consuming. As she cums with loud moans, I can’t hold back, as I once again cover my chest, the fluids of my orgasm reaching the top of her back.
She lays back on top of me, my semen rubbing between her back and my chest. She rolls off, snuggles up, and starts licking the remains. I smile at her, kissing her forehead, as we drift off to sleep.
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