[MMF] The year two of my roommates didn’t pay rent, Part 1

In my college days, I was something of a libertine among libertines. I ran with a theater type crowd at my school, a mix of unique personalities, but with one thing largely in common – we were all horny motherfuckers.

Starting the summer of my senior year, my friend Mark and I rented a two bedroom house off-campus to live in. It was a great deal – more than spacious enough for two and great for parties. We threw two or three parties every week, and had an absolute ball.

During the summer, my friend Sasha told me her parents had kicked her out after they found out she was smoking pot. She asked if she could crash on the couch for a few weeks, and I said sure. We’d always gotten along great, so I figured it’d be no problem.

She was a busty brunette with a big butt and a slim waist who had gone from pudgy-hot a few years back when I’d first met her to hourglass-smokinghot by the time she moved in that summer.

Sasha moved in just after the 4th of July, living out of a single suitcase and sleeping on a couch in the den. For the first few weeks, she kept it chaste, wearing pajamas and changing in the bathroom or otherwise out of sight.

One morning in late July, a brutally hot day when the AC couldn’t keep up (as was always the case if the temperatures got too high, thanks to our old AC unit), I walked into the kitchen and found Sasha making coffee in a minute pair of skin-tight athletic shorts and a white sports bra through which I definitely suspected I could faintly make out nipples.

“Hey, sorry,” I started.

“Oh hey, you’re fine, I hope you don’t mind… It’s too hot to pretend like I care whether you see me in a bra,” She laughed, and turned toward me in a “have a look” sort of gesture.

“I don’t mind if you don’t!” I said, and started getting ready, stealing some glances as I worked. After a few of these, she caught me looking.

“It’s okay to look, I know they’re nice,” she said, and gave a little shake of the shoulders.

I made no pretense of not looking, and she grinned in a very self-satisfied way, looking down at herself as I admired.

After that encounter, modesty quickly gave way to laziness, and she’d regularly walk around the house wearing athletic shorts that didn’t even cover her entire butt, skimpy sports bras, or a t-shirt that came down just low enough that glimpses of her panties became regular occurrences. As her modesty waned, so did mine and Mark’s; we stopped worrying about covering up boxers or closing the door to change, and pretty soon all three of us were most likely to be found wearing underwear and perhaps a t-shirt.

All three of us flirted non-stop for weeks, jokingly at first, then with increasing honesty as we all realized that we genuinely were okay with the attraction being out in the open. Guests were occasionally scandalized upon visiting and finding us collectively wearing quite a bit less clothing than would be considered strictly appropriate. We found this hilarious.

Once, when a reputedly prudish friend of Sasha’s was coming over, we decided to try and max out the scandalization scale for her and so made sure that we were wearing skimpy underwear and tight shirts when she came over. Mark and I both wore boxer briefs and tank tops, and Sasha wore a pair of neon pink boy shorts and a white spaghetti strap tank which was scandalous without a bra underneath.

Her friend – Mina, a tiny pale girl with black hair and deep brown eyes – arrived to hang out after moving in for the year a month early due to her on-campus job. She was satisfyingly scandalized, clearly confused by our state of undress and yet aggressively casual attitude, and she blushed a pretty pink and stammered a bit for a few minutes before calming down. We explained that the dress code for the house was loungewear, which she did not buy for a second.

We grilled out that night, drinking and talking until early morning, and at some point everyone teasingly ganged up on Sasha to explain why she was comfortable being nearly nude around her male roommates. She explained that she simply wanted to be comfortable and found the attention to be a bonus.

“Mina,” she said, “It’s hot and you’re wearing jeans, wouldn’t you rather be comfortable?”

Mina blushed prettily again. “I’m fine in jeans,” she said, unconvincingly.

Sasha crawled over to her and grabbed her waist band. “Come on,” she said, “try it without inhibitions for a second.”

Mina covered her eyes with her hand, but motioned to Sasha to continue. Sasha dragged Mina’s jeans down, revealing conservative tan panties over white legs tinged with pink blush.

It only took Mina a few minutes to recover from her initial embarrassment, and we were soon back to chatting as though nothing had changed, but there was a definite change in the air. Sex came up frequently as a topic, and by the end of the night, Sasha was draped across my lap, using me as a chair. After a while in this position, she began surreptitiously grinding her hips into my crotch. Mina said her goodbyes, darting a few glances down at what was going on, and Mark retired to bed.

“So,” Sasha said.

“So,” I said.

Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and lunged at me, kissing me deeply. I kissed her back, moving my hand from where it was resting on her lower back down to her ass, clad in those cute neon pink boy shorts.

“Can we please fuck,” she said. “I have been waiting for a month.”

“You should have asked sooner!” I said.

She lightly slapped my face and got up, holding eye contact with me and backing away. She pulled her tank top over her head, revealing heavy breasts with light brown oval areolas and small, stiff nipples. I came after her, but she kept backing away, dropping her panties, then turned and ran for my bedroom. I chased.

I found her on my bed, ass in the air and wiggling as if to offer a moving target. She had a puffy mons around swollen red lips, and I didn’t hesitate to part them with my tongue, making her gasp and then moan. After a few seconds of this, though, she had had enough.

“Fuck me, please fuck me,” she breathed, reaching back and pushing my face away.

I stood and stripped off my shorts and shirt, then did my best not to keep her waiting. When I entered her she arched her back and moaned, then immediately started slamming back against me, setting a pace that had her cumming in minutes, with me not far behind.

When we had finished, she got out of bed, leaned over to kiss me, and said with a smile, “I needed that. Good night!” Then she walked out of the room.

I was a bit stunned but also very tired, so I puzzled over this only briefly before passing out.

The next morning, I found her in the kitchen making coffee as usual, but wearing only a tight pair of white panties. “Good morning,” she said, “Thanks for last night.”

“Uh, thank you!” I said. “Are you not worried about Mark seeing you topless…?”

“Nope,” she said, “He’s already seen me topless, and besides… I was hoping you’d be okay with me fucking him too.”

“Well, yeah,” I said. “We’re not exclusive because of one hookup…”

“No,” she said, “I mean… Like… I want to fuck both of you, whenever I want.”

“Oh,” I said, “Honestly… That sounds really hot.”

She laughed and pushed up against me, reaching down my pants to find me stiffening at the topic. “I guess it does, huh?” She said, wickedly, then gave me a few strokes before spinning away and continuing her morning ritual.

I groaned, “Well, guess I have to go take care of this.”

“Shut up, ya whiner,” she said. “Let me get this coffee started and I’ll take care of you.”

I was speechless, so I just hung out in the kitchen watching her jiggle delightfully as she went about her routine. When she had the pot brewing, she came over to me and led me by the hand out of the kitchen to the couch, where she pushed me down and stripped off my shorts. She dropped to her knees and began sucking, clearly on a mission to make things happen quickly. A few minutes into this, Mark walked out of his room.

“Uh, hey guys!” he said, pretending to shield his eyes.

Sasha turned toward him. “Mornin’ roomie!” She then turned back around and resumed sucking. I made eye contact with Mark and we both shrugged, like, “What are ya gonna do?” He went into the kitchen, and Sasha finished her excellent work a few minutes later, sucking me dry and immediately standing up with a pleased expression. She bounced onto the couch next to me and turned the TV on, finding a show and watching it as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

Mark came back in and sat down, Hot Pocket in hand.

“So… What’s up, guys?” he asked.

Sasha said, “Well…” then took a long moment. “I kinda want to ask you guys something.”

“Shoot…” I said.

“Okay,” Sasha said, and looked down at the floor, uncharacteristically embarrassed. “I was kind of hoping I could live here for the year, and also kind of hoping I could kind of fuck both of you whenever we want, without anyone, like, dating or anything.”

Mark and I were both quiet for a bit.

Mark asked, “So… like sex for rent…? Seems kinda… I dunno.”

“No, no,” Sasha said, “I just want to fuck both of you, and live here… I guess it’s the same thing, but I just don’t want it to be weird or like a girlfriend thing where if we break up I have to find a new place in the middle of the school year.”

I laughed. “Well, it’s a pretty well thought out plan. I can’t say I’m opposed…”

Sasha looked intently at Mark.

“I guess… We’ve never even had sex, though,” he said, “Do you really want to sign up for that…?”

Sasha laughed. “Dude, I know all three of your exes. I’m willing to take the gamble.”

We discussed this at length, going over logistics and ground rules – no one is exclusive with anyone else for the year, there’s no requirement for sex however often, she gets to have sex with whoever she wants whenever she wants, and her reserved spot is still the den couch (though she made it clear that she fully intended to sleep in a bed as often as possible.)

As we talked, Mark visibly developed a tent in his boxer briefs, whether from Sasha’s still-bare breasts or the admittedly very hot content of the conversation. She moved over to the love seat where he was sitting as we talked and started stroking his cock through his boxer briefs, gently using her nails at first, then increasingly moving toward a proper hand job. After we’d finished the meat of the conversation and were just shooting the shit, Mark noticeably lost track of the conversation and Sasha and I grinned wickedly as we kept chatting, pretending that we were still just having a normal morning chat.

When Mark’s breathing started to get shallow and fast, Sasha pulled his boxer briefs down and wrapped her around his cock, just in time to swallow what sounded like an intense orgasm. She came up smiling and said, “Does that count as a signature on the contract?” We collectively agreed that it did.

The remaining weeks before the start of school were a daydream. Sasha spent most of her time at home wearing very little, and took clear pleasure in turning me and Mark on at every opportunity. I’d wake up on a Saturday to find her on the couch wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, and she’d “accidentally” arrange her legs to give me clear looks at her pussy until I finally gave in and jumped her. Mark and I quickly lost our inhibitions as well, and casual nudity and open sex became the norm in the house. If I found them having sex, I’d usually give them the room, but sometimes we’d have normal conversations if the tempo of the coupling was a bit lower. Mark and I both started to look forward to watching the other fuck Sasha, enjoying the image of her lithe body writhing on a cock.

Any concerns of jealousy evaporated when it became clear that Sasha was fully conscious of our feelings and taking care to provide for us – it was rare that I’d find myself horny and going without, between my nights with her and one-night stands with other girls I brought home. I think she may have been slightly jealous of my other conquests, because she always made a special effort after I’d fucked another girl, bringing out new lingerie, a new toy, a new position… She remarked once that my date was “annoyingly hot”, then the next night decided that she’d like to try anal for the first time with me.

Sasha was a huge cum slut – she loved it in her, on her, any way she could get it. She liked to have one of us cum in her, then put her panties back on and hang out around the house with her panties soaked through with cum. One of my favorite memories from this time was a day when she was off of both work and school responsibilities, and she spent the entire day nude, waking me up for morning sex then just staying naked until an afternoon romp with Mark during which she asked him to tie her up, then stayed tied up, Mark’s cum slowly leaking out, and texted me to hurry home from work. When I got home, I fucked another load into her and left her to drip for another 30 minutes before releasing her.

During this time, Sasha’s friend Mina hung out with us more and more often, and became increasingly comfortable, even starting to disrobe of her own accord when hanging out with us – she was embarrassed about her frumpy panties, partly due to Sasha’s teasing, but she’d watch movies with us wearing panties and tank tops, or tiny athletic shorts and sports bras.

More to come in Part 2.

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