[MFF] My roomie invites our friend over on a cold night (Part II)

A special dedication to /u/Relative-Mess6015, who reminded me to finish writing this one. Better late than never!

[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ek6s4t/mff_my_roomie_invites_our_friend_over_on_a_cold/)

“Be right back,” Morgan said, jumping up from the couch. I listened to her footsteps trail off as she made her way upstairs.

I turned to Christina, thinking about how the fire had reflected in her eyes outside. She pulled the blanket over her petite frame, draping it just barely over her clean-shaven pussy, leaving her feet exposed. I could tell by how she moved under the blanket that her legs were spread. Then, Christina smiled and bit her lip.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” she said, her soft, sultry voice approaching a whisper. I watched the motion of the blanket and imagined that she was spreading the lips of that tight pussy. The moan that came with it was sweet, and I saw her hands moving slowly under the blanket again. My dick, still a little slick with Morgan’s cum, was already throbbing.

I wanted to reach down and stroke myself with Morgan’s cum, knowing that feeling alone would make me want to collapse and fall to my knees. I steadied myself for a moment until the echoes of Christina’s moans flooded my mind. I couldn’t resist thinking about my dick would feel as I slid inside, spreading her tight, delicate lips, giving her what remained of Morgan’s slippery juices. Then, I pictured what I had wanted since the first time Morgan and I met Christina.

_Fuck it._ My hand was wrapped around my dick as I imagined pumping Christina’s tight body full of my hot, sticky seed, then pulling out and watching it drip all over her stomach. As my breathing got heavier, she brushed away a few blonde strands. Her eyes wandered, then settled on my cock. I worked my hard shaft, slowly squeezing it and grazing the tip with my fingers. She kept watching from a few feet away, a moan escaping her as she pulled the blanket up, little by little, until her pussy was fully exposed.

It looked impossibly tight, framed by two very swollen lips. My eyes were transfixed on Christina, aching to bury my dick inside her. I wanted my dick to stretch her, seeing the shock on her face before begging me to fuck her.

Now I could see one hand moving again under the blanket, tracing a pattern along her outer lips. “I see you want me,” she said, punctuated by a little sigh. “How long was it until you jacked off to me after we met?”

My mind was in a haze. I told her the truth. “That night,” I said, gripping my cock tightly.

“I saw you watching me,” she said, still tracing those little circles on top of her clit. “And I saw your dick. The outline — through your jeans.”

Christina paused, then reached down with her other hand. She pulled her lips apart until they formed the shape of a butterfly that led to her glistening hole. Her clit was swollen, begging for the flick of my tongue. “There’s something we need to talk about,” she said. “Did Morgan tell you about the new terms?”

“The new terms?” I wondered if Christina’s relationship was now closed, preparing myself for the worst. We were both craving each other, but we weren’t beyond the point of no return yet.

“Matt saw me texting Morgan,” she said. “I told him I was coming over.”

“You’re here,” I thought out loud. “Why didn’t he come?”

“He had work. But he asked me if we were going to play tonight.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I said we were,” Christina smiled. “He likes you. He told me to tell you to fuck me hard, to use me like your favorite toy. But he had a few conditions.”

He must like me quite a bit, I thought, now intrigued and growing harder. I guess he was going on my holiday card list. “What are these conditions?”

“First, we’re off next weekend,” she explained. I could see her glistening, even in the low light. “You and Morgan need to come over. He’ll fuck her while you fuck me. She flashed him her tits once, and he has been telling me how much he wants it when we fuck.”

“I’m down, but it’s her body,” I said. “You need to ask Morgan.”

“I did,” Christina said. “Let’s just say you owe her one. Maybe you owe her a few.”

Morgan knew how much I wanted to fuck Christina. After meeting her, Morgan would sneak into my room late at night, nipple rings in and black lingerie on. As she stroked my cock, she’d tell me to close my eyes and imagine Christina’s thin fingers wrapped around my dick. She’d kiss the head right before spitting on it and slurping it up as she took my dick in her mouth. I should imagine that Christina was being deep-throated, Morgan insisted, watching her face as she gagged on my swollen dick.

“What’s the second thing?” I asked, now knowing Morgan had that one covered for us. She was the very embodiment of a good baby girl, and I was going to reward her later.

“The second thing is something _you_ have to do,” Christina said. “Matt said he liked you, but I think maybe he’s trying to scare you. I don’t know. Maybe he thought you’d like it. But I don’t want it to scare you off. I really need this.”

“Just tell me,” I said. My dick tingled with warmth as another drop of pre-cum leaked, falling to the floor. “I’m sure it’s fine.”

“He said you had to fuck me raw,” she explained. I was getting even harder than I already was, and she could see my head starting to twitch again. “No, wait. There’s just one thing. Seriously, don’t let it scare you.”

Nothing could scare me, I thought to myself. This was fucking great, and Matt might well be my new best friend. “What is it?”

“I’m not on birth control. I told him you might breed me. He told me — in his words — that he wanted you to ‘use me as your cum dumpster slut,’ and ’to knock that pussy up.’ He wants proof.”

Scared? Matt might get an award from me. “Proof, like a picture?”

“From you,” she said. “While he’s at work. He wants you to send him a pic of your cum leaking out of me. He said he will excuse himself and send us one of his dick as he fucks himself. Have I ever told you that Matt is bi?”

“Wait, you showed him my dick?” I was surprised, but certainly not offended. I liked it, but wondered where she had gotten the photo.

“_I_ showed him your dick,” Morgan said. She was back, standing behind me again. “Good, you waited up for me. I took care of the other thing, Chris.”

“He wanted it all the way in,” she said. “_All_ the way. You sure?”

“Yes,” Morgan said. “I’ve never put a dildo that far up my ass. There’s still lube squishing around when I walk. He’s going to cum in his pants when he sees me doing it.”

Morgan squeezed the handle on the massive blue vibrator in her hands, looking up at me after taking a seat on the couch, next to Christina. She propped up her legs on the coffee table and opened them up. I couldn’t help but notice the plug that was buried in her ass.

“I never forgot the times you’ve helped me, Daddy. I’ll do anything if it means you get to cum.” Morgan paused for a second as she reflected on what she had done. “Besides,” she said, “I fucking enjoyed it.”

The vibrator was on now, buzzing as Morgan guided it closer to her pussy, working her clit as Christina smiled back at her. I’m not sure exactly what Morgan mouthed, but she nodded eagerly. Christina cried out as Morgan reached over and held the vibrator over her lips. Then, Morgan returned it to her own pussy, still leaning over toward Christina. She slid her longest finger inside Christina, covering it in cum as her legs tensed up and shook. Morgan took her time sucking on it as she looked at us both.

“Show me your new fuck toy, Daddy,” Morgan said. “Don’t hold back. Fucking breed her while I watch you.”

I thought about Christina not being on birth control, watching her legs open up again as we both saw the vibrator start up on top of Morgan’s pussy. I need to be responsible, I thought. My eyes were drawn again to her pink lips, and the hole that I knew they framed. I need to be resp — _fuck it_.

I jumped on the leather couch and looked down at Christina’s stomach, then up at her face, grabbing the base of my dick. She looked up at me, nodding slightly, one tooth resting gently on her lip as I guided my head into her pussy.

We both shared a moan. I pulled out until the tip of my dick was resting against her lips, knowing that her cum had marked it now. This was it, I thought to myself, putting some weight on her pale body and drilling my dick into the deepest part of Christina’s pussy. I looked down at her little pink tits and grunted as I felt her tight hole massaging my cock. Her nipples were as hard as a rock by the end of my next thrust.

I knew Christina had picked up on the slurping and slapping of the drenched pussy beside her as the vibrator continued to glide over it. Morgan’s moans were picking up, becoming longer and more constant as her plateau approached. “She likes that dick,” Morgan said, her voice broken as she struggled to finish her thought. Her breathing was shallow and fast, as if she had been running for miles. “It’s that head — fucking spreading her out. Right, baby?”

Christina nodded in agreement while she scooted down on the couch, giving me an invitation to fuck her even deeper than I had before. I took it, burying my dick in that tight, sopping pussy again. Her gasp was followed by a high-pitched “fuck” as she began to squirm. I pulled my dick out until it was just barely inside, the only thing left keeping all her slick cum from gushing out on the couch.

After I teased her for a moment, massaging the entrance of her hole with tiny thrusts in and out, I shoved my dick back inside. The motion was so forceful that it drove Christina’s petite body back slightly on the couch, and I felt her grinding against it. The squeezes that followed were involuntary, a spasm she couldn’t control. She pushed her tits up with her elbows as it rolled over her, throwing her head back to fully expose her delicate neck. Her eyes were rolling around a bit, eyelids flicking and twitching. Christina’s juices felt hot and slick against the head of my cock, gushing as they pooled against it inside her. Then, with each thrust, they covered more of my dick.

I licked the sweat from her neck, grazing it and savoring the taste of salt on my tongue. Morgan’s vibrator was still buzzing, and there was a very obvious lake of cum on the couch. It was directly underneath her pussy, and part of me wanted to lick it up, knowing that she tasted like one-part sweet mischief, another part fucking heaven. She continued to grind against the toy, operating her phone with the other hand.

“I’m gonna video this,” she said, focusing on Christina. “You’re about to get knocked up.”

“I want it,” Christina said, looking up at me with almost desperate eyes. “Don’t hold back.”

“I showed her your cumshot,” Morgan said. “That one time, when I jerked on your dick for a whole hour and you sprayed everywhere. She saw how there was so much that I had to lick it off your clavicle and suck it out of your belly button. She’s going to know if you don’t give it all to her, Daddy.”

I smiled to myself. Of course you showed her that video, Morgan. I had barely been able to hold back the massive load by squeezing, edging myself, denying my dick the pleasure of that first pulse, from which I couldn’t recover. My instincts had taken over, and I was ready to flood her pussy with it. Christina was not going to be disappointed.

“Breed me,” Christina said. “I’m gonna fucking cum with you.”

It only took a moment of fucking her before she started grinding against my dick, swirling her pussy around the base. Then, I grabbed her hips, pulling her in close and holding her there. Unloading inside Christina — the way she twisted her pussy around my dick, coaxing out every fucking drop of sticky cum — was like being reborn.

The next morning, Morgan and I sat out on the deck, listening to the birds chirping in the trees as we sipped on our coffee. It was a ritual that had started right after she began staying there with me. Christina was still asleep inside on the couch, naked under the blanket that she pulled over herself. It was chilly, and the clouds were heavy. I smiled for a moment, knowing that my dick was still covered in a mixture of their juices.

“You know what it was like when you came?” She grinned, putting her cup down. I wasn’t sure why her nipples were hard, poking against the black band shirt that just barely covered her matching panties. “There was this long fucking grunt. You know that one Tool song where Maynard screams his ass off and it takes up a whole minute? It was like that — but if he was cumming.”

“Now we know what really happened,” I said, holding the warm coffee cup against my fingertips.

“I meant to tell you,” she said. “After you fucked Christina, you forgot about the video that he wanted. I sent it to him. I found something waiting on my phone when I woke up. It was him, jacking off and cumming on pictures of Christina and me.”

“He sent you a tribute?”

“And a message that said he couldn’t wait until we all chilled next weekend.”

“Are you comfortable with it?” I looked over at her. She seemed a little distressed.

“Comfortable with what, fucking his dick? I came like a waterfall this morning, if that answers your question. But there is one thing I want to say, and I don’t really know how.”

“Just say it, Morgan. It’s not like we’ve ever been uncomfortable telling each other shit in the past.”

“Look, I came last night and it was so fucking good. Don’t take this the wrong way. It’s just — if you’re going to breed someone, well, I don’t want it to be her.”

We both paused for a moment.

“I love watching you fuck,” she continued. “I’m just like you. You love getting your dick wet. Well, I want dick all the time. But I was thinking about it last night, when I was falling asleep. If you’re going to put a baby in someone, she’s hot as fuck, but you shouldn’t put one in her.”

I kept listening, wondering where this conversation was headed.

“The thing is, when she told you to breed her and I heard you fucking her like that, it was different. I felt something. I wanted your cum — in me, not her.”

“Shit,” I said. “I had no idea.”

“Spoken like a dude,” she said. “I’m going to drain Matt next weekend, but he’s wearing a condom when he fucks me.”

“Doubt he’ll last very long, either way.”

“No, that’s not my point,” Morgan said. “I didn’t take my pill this morning. I’m not taking it for the rest of the month. If you start thinking you’re about to cum in her, I want you to switch with him. I want you to switch, fuck my brains out, and breed _me_ like your dirty slut.”

“Then, that’s what will happen, baby girl,” I said, failing to hold back my smile.

The two of us stood up, sharing a look, and then Morgan opened the door to walk inside. As I followed, she reached behind and pulled up her shirt, giving me a perfect view of her pale, thick ass.

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