Randomly fucked my ‘strictly platonic’ big titted roommate for teasing me endlessly [MF]

This happened some years back at school. I’d moved into a new place at the start of winter. The room I was in was one of three suites on the bottom floor of a house. The suite I had was north facing with a big wall to wall window overlooking the garden. One roommate was a super flamboyant gay dude named Charlie. He often had “loud” company overnight that he’d try to mask by leaving the communal TV in the foyer on. That sucked, although better than having to listen to a guy get loudly fucked in the ass weekly I suppose. The other was a by comparison super quiet and reserved busty-petite brunette girl named Lindsay who flit around the house like a ghost. For the most part, we all kept our doors shut, cooked our own meals, had our own refrigerators, went to different schools, and generally just kept to ourselves and our studies.

Now Lindsay.. she had a thin waist complemented by surprisingly wide hips, and accented with a firm small butt just round enough to stick out of her clothing. Her hair was a vivid brown and went just past her chin, and she had a wickedly cute smile that gave off a very “up to no good” vibe. Best of all, she had HUGE tits for her size, practically a bomber of beer for each breast. That’s a lot of tits for a girl that couldn’t have been taller than 5’2″. They were far from perky; just looking at them could make them jiggle about, and they were always practically exploding out of anything she wore no matter how covered up they were. I imagine clothes shopping was a nightmare for her.

The school year was uneventful. The three of us never interacted outside of meaningless conversation about the weather. But with the end of the rain in April, I began to take my mountain bike out to the local dirt jumps. More often than not when I’d come back, Lindsay would be out in the front of the property gardening. We began to chat. Apparently our landlady refunded Lindsay for buying mulch, seeds, and seedlings. Lindsay could do whatever she wanted in the garden, which was apparently her favourite hobby. Our brief garden meetings unlocked something between us. Over the next couple of months we got to know each other better. She was very shy and a bit ditzy; going to school for “business administration”, buying a London Fog at Starbucks most mornings, partying often, wearing yoga pants for every casual activity, and all that. Not a lot of hobbies outside gardening and partying, and not a lot of interest in broadening her horizons. That was fine though, we were so dissimilar to each other that our conversations were always interesting in a “I never would’ve thought that” kind of way.

Come May, she decided I was going to learn how to cook with her. I was an awful “spreadsheet cook” at the time; basically just plotting the nutritional value of the food I ate and running it against how much physical activity I did to ensure going to the gym wasn’t a waste of time. I never used “spices” or anything to actually make my meals taste good. We started off doing stuff like making big batches of tomato sauce together, making our own ground beef meatballs, and ending with a huge batch of spaghetti that could be stored and eaten over the whole week. Efficient and good value! We started doing this every Sunday, combining groceries and prepping meals together for the week. The small kitchen made for a lot of accidental contact as well. She exploited this and reveled in my reactions to the brush of her breasts on my arm, or her butt pressing into my own as she slid by me, laughing and “apologizing”.

At the end of May, Charlie left town to live with his family for the summer, but kept paying the rent on his room so he could come back to it in September. With the awkward third wheel gone, we began to spend some of the time not devoted to our regular friends doing stuff with each other. Our friendship was getting progressively more genuine. I’d drive her down to Canadian Tire to get soil/plants/etc. since I had a car, and I taught her how to play some tabletop games like poker, Magic, and chess. Whenever she had something up her sleeve, she would always lean forward and flash her mischievous crooked grin; not the best poker face but it sure was adorable. She also began to do other things that betrayed her new comfort; singing along (poorly) to Kpop in her room, and wearing short shorts and tops that were almost obviously super slutty “just fuck me” clothes, but not quite. Most damning of all, her “accidental” cooking contact reached new heights. She’d press her tits right into my back and reach around me to grab a plate for example, where an “excuse me” would’ve sufficed. Her excuse? “I’m used to them getting in the way and didn’t think about it. Sorry!”

She even directed our conversations to more sexual topics. For example, one time while we were lounging around the common room I mentioned now nice it was with Charlie gone to not have the TV on all night on weekends. She replied “At least you didnt have to hear him getting ass fucked. Why do you think he turned it up so loud?” I responded with a tease, “I thought you would’ve liked that?” (in a previous conversation about books, she’d confessed to having read a “yaoi” manga before). She laughed and said “Maybe I did! I’m used to loud sex anyways.” At this point my cock was looking to escape from my shorts, so I looked for any opportunity to change the subject. I was stubbornly naive; I knew she had a boyfriend and I didn’t want to fuck our potential friendship up.

It was not to be though. One hot Saturday in early July, I woke up naked with all the covers thrown off of me, and a severe case of morning wood. I spent the next 30 minutes with my eyes closed edging myself, before finishing off and cleaning up with a towel. I went back to sleep. Lindsay was on the couch watching TV in the common room when I woke up again a couple hours later. She was in her gardening attire still, worn down jean shorts with a whatever t shirt. I walked to the kitchen, and returned to the common room with a bowl of cereal. She gave me a very hard to read look. “You’ve noticed your drapes are fucked, right?”

My room had wide vertical drapes that were old, dust stained, and missing a few of the 2 inch slats. The headboard of my bed went right up against the window. “Yea? What about them?” I replied. “First Charlie and now you. Why do I keep getting pervert roommates? Next time check if I’m outside before you start beating yourself off all morning.” Her cute mischievous smile made an appearance, while mine took on the appearance of a ripe tomato. I tried to stutter out an apology and promptly retreated to my room, wondering how much she’d seen. It sounded like she was.. watching.

Lindsay now took every opportunity to tease me. For example, if I was in my room with the blinds closed and she was outside, she’d knock on the window and say “Hey, keep your pants on!” Or when I got out of the shower, she’d say “What are you doing in the shower that takes 20 minutes? I only need 30 seconds with the shower head!” Her boyfriend lived 4 hours away and I’d never seen them visit; was she coming on to me or did she just like making me squirm? She was either a slut or a bitch, and I couldn’t figure out which.

I found out soon enough though. Lindsay walked through the door late one afternoon. She was wearing some shorts and a loose t shirt over a one piece bathing suit, carrying a backpack, and was looking a bit tipsy. I was sitting on the couch sorting some cards on the table. I asked if she’d been out at the beach, “Beach and margheritas!” she replied. She plopped down on the loveseat across from the couch. “No hot guys at the lake though. Just families.” “Yea all the hot guys are at home.” I replied, she hit back with “Charlie isn’t back until September.” Oof. “What, do you imagine getting double teamed by him and one of his boyfriends?” “No way, I’d need to buy another even louder TV or the neighbours would call the cops.” “I’d lose patience and shut all of you up long before that!”

Lindsay’s wicked smile came back. She brought her index finger up to the corner of her mouth and lightly bit the nail. “From what I’ve seen you could shut me up pretty quick.” she quickly glanced down at my now slightly bulging shorts. I laughed awkwardly, “Guess we’ll have to find out in September.” I couldn’t resist letting my eyes casually wander her body. “Maybe!” she replied, and with that grabbed her bag and walked into her room. I walked into my own, ditched my clothes, and promptly made myself cum to the thought of Lindsay screaming loudly and bouncing around in my lap. At this point, I needed to fuck her and get this poisonous frustration out of my mind.

Literally the next day Lindsay had come up with another creative way to torture me for my indecisiveness. I was microwaving a cup of water at around 9PM to make some tea. Lindsay was listening to Kpop in her room with the door shut. The microwave beeped, her door opened, and she walked down to the common room. As I filled a teabag, the TV turned on and the volume was cranked up. Lindsay came back upstairs. “You alright with that being on tonight?” I looked at her flabbergasted. She was wearing a black spaghetti strap top, obviously no bra, and some wide thick grey panties. “What for?” I asked. “Well, I don’t want to pull a Charlie on you. The whole loud sex thing.” My stomach shook and tumbled around like a wooden rollercoaster at that. I mustered myself and tried to play it cool, “I didn’t even see your boyfriend arrive.” thinking he must have quietly arrived when I was in my room.

“He’s not here. It’s just me and my new toy. ‘Shut me up’ if I’m too loud.” and with that she promptly stepped into her room and slammed the door behind her. I spent the next 30 minutes sipping my tea in my room and struggling with my morals, dick thicker than my fucking skull, before I grabbed some condoms from my nightstand and left my room.

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  1. Part 2:

    I took my shirt off and left it on the floor. I was already going commando, and decided to leave my shorts on as a backup plan, not that they did anything to conceal my 8 inches sprouting from the top of the waistband. I walked to Lindsay’s room. The door was shut tight. I couldn’t hear anything over the TV. I knocked, and received no reply.

    Thoughts of “she has a boyfriend”, “you have to live with this girl”, and “you’re going to cum in 3 seconds anyways why waste your time” are what I’d been struggling with. I had decided I wasn’t about to police someone else’s morals though. I opened the door. I’d not seen Lindsay’s room before. She had a 2NE1 poster on the wall, a small twin bed, a white vanity with a chair, and a little bookshelf with some knick knacks, textbooks, and a laptop. On the floor was the packaging for a hitachi wand. Oh and of course, on the bed was the stunningly hot tease who had been tormenting me with her tits named Lindsay. Fully naked, legs spread wide, and the hitachi plugged into the wall vibrating on her clit while she writhed and loudly moaned against it. She looked up, “Fucking finally you got the hint!”

    Holy fuck I swear to god my shorts caught fire they came off me so fast. Lindsay’s wet pussy was shaved smooth, the skin a perfect white with a bikini tan line. Her tits were, as expected, fucking gargantuan. They fell down to the side of her chest and bounced with every slight movement she made. The areolas were large (explaining the conservative one piece bathing suits I saw her in) and her nipples like little perfectly straight tacks placed in the middle. I walked over to the edge of the bed, placed one hand on her waist and the other immediately on her tits, and leaned in for a kiss.

    She turned her head at the last second and instead got a peck on the cheeks, then teased me with a playful “Nuh uh!” This is I think the part that made this event so memorable to me even years later. I’d broken up with my last girlfriend when I found out she’d cheated on me at a party she didn’t invite me to. To her credit, she later confessed to me while sobbing over a phone call. I was obviously very mad, and one particular statement she made while trying to keep us together stuck with me: “It’s not like I kissed him or anything.” Well bitch you let him stuff your dick in you all night and I think that’s a bit worse. Ree.

    Back in reality, that little head turn brought all that sentiment I’d been stewing on for a half hour back. Is that what she’ll say to her boyfriend when he finds out? Why am I allowing this to happen? Lindsay, being oblivious to the thoughts in my head, had turned her body sideways and brought her head to the edge of the bed, still on her back. I could feel my horniness dissipating rapidly, being replaced with.. anger. Anger at her for being such a tease, anger at myself for letting this get so far, anger at her for being unfaithful to her boyfriend, anger at myself for letting myself think maybe Lindsay was more than just a roommate to me. Only a few seconds had passed through all this. I looked down at Lindsay’s perfect body, her open legs, huge breasts, and her adorable face partially obscured by my cock placed above it, and thought Fuck it, we’re both just fucktoys to each other. Embrace it.

    Lindsay wrapped a hand around my shaft, and licked the underside with her tongue. She giggled and let out a little “Mmm”, before saying “Don’t be shy. I used to have braces and don’t have a gag reflex.” That’s a thing? Alright I guess. I put both hands on her tits, feeling them and massaging them. I pulled my hips back and buried my cock into her waiting mouth, thrusting lightly, getting ever so slightly deeper. As my head reached her throat I could see it bulge slightly. This turned me THE FUCK ON. That mixture of anger and sexual desire was so, so volatile. I’d never felt it before. I remembered what she’d said before, “I’m used to loud sex.” “Shut me up.” More hints, and this time I was going to take them to heart.

    I began to fuck her face. I smacked and groped her tits. She moaned around my cock. What a slut. I watched her throat move on each thrust, her hands went to my ass gripping, scratching, and pulling. She gagged. God what a hot fucking slut. I pulled out, she gasped and breathed deeply, then opened her mouth wide while making a little “Mm?” sound. I stuffed myself right back in. I grabbed the still vibrating Hitachi and went to town on her clit, making her moan even louder, while my other hand grabbed the side of her head as I leaned into her. Eventually with a bit of force I got my balls to touch her upper lip, she held my ass firmly and made even more slutty gagging sounds. I ripped my cock out of her mouth, and she immediately gasped “fuck me”.

    I grabbed a condom from my shorts and slid it on. Lindsay had done a 180, and was practically doing the splits, inviting me to fill her pussy at the edge of the bed. Wordlessly I plunged myself into her. She moaned comically loud, and didn’t stop. She almost sounded like a porn star faking it, but there was no mistaking the wet enjoyment dripping out of her opening around my shaft. I almost wanted to stuff myself back down her throat to shut her up. Instead, I wasted no time and pumped into her, she moaned and screamed and let out the occasional “fuck yeah”. I grabbed both her hands and pinned them above her head, leaned down, and growled in her ear as I picked up speed, called her dirty names, feeling her tits brush and rub against my chest. “You fucking love this cock.” “You’re such a hot slut.” “Scream my name while I pound you.” and probably a dozen other things I can’t remember were what I grunted into her ear. I focused entirely on how well I could punish this slut’s tight pussy.

    Lindsay said something like, “So fucking rough, so fucking good.” I left her wrists pinned down with one of my hands, and put my other on her throat, holding her down firmly but not obstructing her breathing. Her mouth opened wide and she crushed her eyes closed. “Soclosedon’tstop!” I put my face right against hers, breathing heavily and moaning as I felt her tighten up and cum around my cock. Her orgasm was so intense I could tell she was a one and done person. I didn’t stop. As soon as her last twitch subsided, I geitted my teeth and started right where I left off. That anger and near loss of nerve had given me unexpected stamina. Her pussy now felt and sounded slick with her juices, she just looked at me shocked and kept moaning even louder than she had before. Finally reaching my climax, I let out another primal growl mustering all the pent up sexual frustration and anger I had, slammed her balls deep as fast and hard as I could a few more times, pulled myself out, and tore the condom off just in time to unload all over her stomach and tits with a loud moan.

    And there we were. We’d done it. I didn’t know if she felt guilty at that moment. The way she closed her eyes and happily ran her hand over the load of cum I’d left all over her tits and abdomen, and the pleasured twitches of her pussy, made me think that she didn’t care. I was over it though, all I knew now is that I’d just had the best fuck emotionally of my life, and so had she. Worth it. My anger had made me fuck her as rough as I reasonably dared. Thinking back on it, I definitely hate fucked Lindsay as “revenge” on my ex. Thankfully Lindsay didn’t know that, and never asked why I was so hard on her.

    We basked in the afterglow, exchanged meaningless platitudes, and giggled a bit. I used the downtime to explore the parts of her body not dripping my cum. I still hadn’t seen her ass, so I turned her over, smacked it, grabbed it, and even buried my face in it to lightly tease her pussy with my tongue while she giggled and squirmed. Slut. The word wouldn’t leave my head. She left to shower and clean herself up, and I went to my room and fell asleep, unsure of how the rest of the summer would go.

  2. This started great. Why does she have to be either a bitch or a slut? There are no other choices?

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  3. Not only a great read but brilliantly written with humour, drama and taut eroticism. Loved it

  4. I did not expect such a well-written from someone with a username like yours. Way to subvert the system my friend. Consider your cover unjudged.

  5. Great story! And I say this only because it was the only thing that took me out of it for a second- the drinks are margaritas :)

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  7. It’s really crazy reading these and seeing Magic, it catches me so off guard. Whatcha think about Nexus of Fate??

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  9. This was such a hot story, I definitely want to hear more, and if you ever post pictures… I’d love to see what she looked like. Such a hot description

  10. Had this on my ‘hidden’ list for a while. Well worth the wait. I hope you got more stories about her though!

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