I never wanted a roommate. I was just trying to help out a friend in need. My friend, Erin, was moving to town for a year and needed a place. I told her she could crash with me initially while she looked for a place. One thing led to another and pretty soon, she was writing me a check for the rent. I have a small two bedroom, one bath apartment, but because we’re on different schedules, I barely ever see her.
One afternoon, I was home from the gym taking a shower when the front door slammed shut.
“I’m sorry!” She shouted from the foyer. Before I could register what was happening, the bathroom door was swinging open and Erin practically baseball slid into the bathroom, yanked her skirt up and shifted her panties to the side and began to piss like she was trying to put out a fire.
I peaked out from behind the shower curtain. We locked eyes. She sat on the toilet in a panic, holding her panties to the side, a look of pure terror on her face.
“I’m SO sorry,” she said, her cheeks turning pink.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I don’t mind. It was bound to happen sooner or later … are … are you STILL peeing?”
“YES!” She said, laughing hysterically. “Oh my god, look at this stream.”
Erin spread her legs and flashed her pussy to me. A vigorous stream of piss continued to shoot out of her perfectly waxed pussy. I’d never seen her naked before. And here she was, in a moment of terror and desperation, hysterically laughing.
“Sorry,” she said, howling with laughter. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to flash you but I am GOING to tell people about this and I am GOING to need you to back me up on this when I say I pissed for like two minutes.”
Her stream dribbled to a stop and she wiped and flushed.
While I showered, she continued to chat.
“I feel like we just had a moment,” Erin said.
“Mm-hmm,” I said as I turned off the water from the shower.
Erin yanked the curtain open and handed me a towel. But in the process, she took in a hefty glance at my cock and nodded with approval.
“Sorry. Thems the rules. You see mine, I see yours.”
“Understood,” I said, stepping out of the shower, still naked.
I wrapped the towel around my waist, changed and then we sat and talked on the sofa.
“You’ve got a nice cock,” she said casually.
“Thanks,” I said. “You have a beautiful pussy.”
“Thanks! She’s pretty great,” she said as she locked eyes with me and slowly bit her bottom lip.
I looked into her eyes and then looked at her mouth and then back to her eyes. Her heart rate quickened, she was breathing heavier, inching closer and closer to me. I leaned in and next thing you know, we were making out with an intense passion.
After I yanked her panties off and fucked the shit out of her on the sofa, cumming deep inside of her, we collapsed into a heap and made small talk.
“So,” she said. “That just happened.”
“Yep,” I said with a smirk.
She fingered herself and licked the cum from her fingers.
“Sorry,” she said. “Does that gross you out? I am totally obsessed with cum.”
“Yeah?” I asked. “Stand up.”
She stood slowly and spread her legs. I held my hand out directly under her pussy.
“Squeeze it out,” I said.
She did. I hadn’t gotten off in almost a week, so my load was absolutely massive. Suddenly, a heavy stream of thick white cum puddled into the palm of my hand.
“Holy shit,” she said.
“Eat up,” I said.
Her mouth watered as she leaned into the puddle and lapped it up like a kitten, her eyes dead locked on mine. She started to slurp and gulped down the entire load.
“You know what a bukkake is?” She asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
“That’s my fantasy. For real. I want like 10 … 15 guys!”
“Why haven’t you done it?” I asked.
“Because I mean what am I going to do? Post on Facebook? Who wants to nut on my face? Go on Craigslist and risk having some serial killer come in, wait till fifteen guys nut on my face and then stab me to death and leave me in a puddle of jizz and blood? And then what? The cops show up and the story is all over the news: Local woman murdered during bukkake. Fifteen suspects!”
“Well,” I said. “That got dark.”
“Yeah, but I mean … what do I do? How do I do it safely and discreetly?”
“It’s a problem,” I said. “But I bet we can come up with a few guys we trust between the two of us.”
“Hmmm,” she said. “Okay. Get to work. Let’s see what we can do.”
That evening, I texted five of my closest friends. I knew they could be trusted. All five responded. Three were in, two were out due to the fact that they were currently dating women, who would obviously object. I sent Erin photos of the three who were game.
“Hey come in here!” She shouted from her room.
I walked in and found her sitting in bed, her computer to the side. She was casually masturbating. It was as if for almost a year, we were respectable roomies, but then suddenly, this switch got turned on. I could have kicked myself for not doing this sooner. Think of all the fun we could have been having! Better late than never, though.
She wasn’t wearing any pants and only had on a sports bra. She dug her fingers into her tight pink pussy. She was in no hurry. She seemed kind of bored, but still horny enough to attempt to masturbate.
“What’s up?” I asked as my cock began to swell.
“Two of my ex’s are game, plus this guy I hooked up with a few months ago. With your three and my three, plus you, we’re at seven!”
I smiled and sat down on the bed as she continued to masturbate.
“You must be excited?”
“Very,” she said, holding up her grool covered fingers before casually stuffing them back up inside of her cunt. My cock was throbbing like crazy.
“What?” She asked. “You don’t wanna get off?”
“Oh,” I said. “Sure.”
“Just whip it out,” she said, masturbating a little harder as I unzipped my cock and pulled it out. “I want to see you cum all over your jeans.”
I began to jerk off as she rubbed her clit and fingered herself. She took her sports bra off, revealing her perfect C cup tits, nipples hard as a rock. We masturbated, watching one another. She got closer and closer, and so I picked up the pace, jerking harder. More intense.
“Do it,” she whispered. “Shoot that cum everywhere.”
She began to squirm and writhe until she started breathing heavily. Suddenly, she moaned and arched and her legs trembled.
“Ohhhhhh fuck I’m cummmmiiiiiiing,” she said quietly as she trembled and then stopped. She pulled her fingers, sopping wet, from her hole and licked them clean. “Are you gonna cum?”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“Fuck it. Nut in my mouth. I need to taste it.”
I crawled onto my knees as she flipped around, putting her legs up the wall as she leaned back and held her mouth open. I crawled over her face and dangled my hard cock into her mouth and blew a thick, heavy load into her throat. She gargled the cum and swallowed it.
“All of this planning for the bukkake has me SO fucking wet. I literally jerk off like four times a day,” she said.
“You do?” I asked.
“At work. I go into the bathroom and finger myself and then piss. I had to bring more panties to work the second day because I am just soaking through them. It’s all I can think about. I wake up soaked. I go to work soaked. I come home soaked. I am always horny. I am SO FUCKING HORNY!”
I laughed. My phone buzzed.
“Oh! Hey look. One of the guys who said he was out broke up with his girlfriend, so he’s in!”
“Yay! Hooray for breakups!” Erin shouted.
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Wow nice love the bukkake