House Guest 12(m/F anal)House Guest 12: Getting Hers


The rest of the weekend passed without any more excitement.  I spent most of my
time stalking the pool, hoping to get another glimpse of the big titted beauty
I had seen the other day.  Unfortunately she never emerged, leaving me with
fleeting thoughts of her mammoth mammary's to pleasure myself during afternoon
stroke sessions.  I reserved my incredible four-way lesbian filled tryst for
more lengthy evening jerks.

Nikki and CJ both called me Sunday, just to see how I was doing.  Hearing
Nikki's voice over the phone sent my cock into instant erection.  I stroked my
bare cock while she talked to me; remembering how awesome she looked eating
Marissa's cunt the other night.  I didn't tell her I was jerking off, but I
think she knew.  When I blew my load I nearly dropped the phone and couldn't
talk for several minutes.  If she did know, she never said anything.  

I had a lot of homework Monday and Tuesday so basically I holed up in my room,
buried with a lengthy research paper on Computer Generated Viruses.  About
halfway into the project I realized the subject matter was so vast it could
fill volumes.  Oh well, I was almost finished now.

After an early evening at the gym with CJ, I headed home hoping to finish the
last of my research for my paper.  I was still using Brad and Marissa's
computer to do my research.  I had not seen Brad in over a week and Marissa had
practically disappeared too, since the night I saw her get her pussy eaten by
my little angel.  I missed them both, but was kind of glad they had not been
around while I was doing my research.  

"Have a good work out?" Marissa asked from her seated position on the couch as
I entered the apartment.

"Yup.  Put some miles on the treadmill today.  Legs are going to feel it in the
morning," I said as I pulled off my sweat stained T-shirt exposing my bare
chest.  Marissa took a quick look at my chest before averting her eyes back to
the television.  I went into my room, tossed my shirt and towel to the floor
and went back out to the kitchen for some water. 

Marissa glanced sideways at me as I drank my bottled water, lingering longer
than usual in the kitchen just so I could look at her.  She was sitting on the
couch with her bare legs stretched out on top of the coffee table in front of
her.  I couldn't take my eyes of her well-developed legs, beautifully toned and
tan, just waiting to be caressed.  An image of Nikki between those beautiful
legs crawled into my head itching my cock into slight arousal.  I quickly tried
to shake the image, getting hard in my spandex workout shorts was not how I
wanted to exit the kitchen.

I quickly guzzled the rest of my water, looked away from Marissa's alluring
stems and tried not to think of anything sexual.  I looked down to see exactly
how much I was showing before I decided to come out from behind the counter.  I
was only pitching a small tent; my cock was actually nicely outlined under the
tight black material.  Marissa probably wouldn't even notice.

I looked over at the goddess on the couch again, she had bent on leg at the
knee with her foot still on the table causing her leg muscles to flex slightly
showing off how cut her leg actually was.  I almost gasped, she was so fucking
hot.  

"I'm gonna take a shower," I said for no particular reason.  A very cold
shower.

"Okay," she said, her eyes focused on the outline in my shorts.  "Don't make it
too cold, I don't want to have to come in and save you from hypothermia."  She
had obviously noticed my semi-hardness.

Oh how I'd love to have her in the shower with me and not to save me from the
cold.  I gathered my shower stuff, tossed my workout shorts on the floor in my
room and padded into the bathroom.  I glanced at my nudeness in the mirror as I
passed the bathroom sink.  I'm so vain.

My sore legs relished the hot shower jets penetrating deeply into the muscle
tissue soothing the mild discomfort I was starting to feel.  My mind wondered
from random thought to random thought with no discernable pattern.  One minute
I was thinking about my research paper, the next Nikki between Marissa's joyous
thighs, the next Brad and I watching porno together.  Everything seemed
scattered.
 
After toweling my body off, I dried my hair using rough back and forth motions
with my fluffy blue beach towel.  Then, not sure if someone else had come home
since I had been in the shower, I wrapped the towel around my waist for the
short trip to my room.

As I neared my open door I heard a steady low hum coming from the front room
and what I thought was agitated breathing.  The television was still on; I
could hear typical TV dialogue under the strange mechanical sounding hum.  Was
Marissa still out there?

I sneaked up along the corner of the wall hoping to steal a glance around the
corer into the other room.  I didn't want to just walk into the room not
knowing exactly what the sound was coming from.  Was everything okay?

I caught a reflection off the TV screen as I neared the corner.  I could see
Marissa on the couch like I had left her, but her legs were no longer stretched
out onto the table.  The view off the TV screen didn't offer me much more.

I peeked around the corner to where Marissa was sitting and I thought the hum
was coming from.  I saw Marissa slouched on the couch with her head tilted back
against the backrest.  I couldn't be sure from this angle, but it looked like
she had one or both hands in her lap playing with her pussy.  I guessed she
must've been masturbating from the expression on her beautiful face.  I knew it
wasn't from the TV show.  

"Michael," I heard her moan softly, "you're so hot."

Her eyes were closed and her head slightly rolled from side to side as she
spoke.  I was sure she was fingering her pussy now - and thinking about me! 
Holly shit!  My rod swelled to its full length pushing my blue tower out away
from me.  I reached down and let the towel fall to the floor.  I could not
simply watch this.

I took my swollen member in my hand, gently stroked it a few times just
watching Marissa.  I came out from around the corner as quiet as I could, not
wanting to disturb what she was doing.  As I moved from behind the wall I
noticed that Marissa had tossed her silky shorts on the floor and was only
wearing a lycra sports bra.  From my angle slightly behind the couch I could
see that her nipples were very hard, protruding firmly through the thin
material of her bra.  Her stomach muscles were firmly flexed casting sexy
ripples all through her midriff.

I kept moving toward her, trying to keep from making any noise.  Marissa's
breathing was becoming more rapid and her moans a little louder.  Her eyes were
still tightly closed and my name escaped her lips several times more.

I saw a small bullet-shaped vibrator in one of her hands carefully stimulating
her swollen clit while her other hand was buried three fingers deep in her
gaping hole.  I stroked myself a little faster at the site of her using the
vibrator.  I had never seen that before.

"Ohhhh!" she exclaimed as her fingers touched her own G-spot.  She shivered.

I stroked faster, still trying to be quiet.

I couldn't take it any longer.  I had to have her.  My cock needed to slip
inside her tight hole.  I couldn't just jerk off tonight.

"You don't know what you're doing to me," I said moving closer to her.

Her eyes opened quickly - surprised; she didn't stop what she was doing.

"You don't know what you do to me," she replied, an expression of lust etched
on her face.  

Her eyes fixed on my hand stroking my throbbing member.  A look of longing
covered her exquisite face.  I inched forward leading with my cock, hoping
she'd take it in her mouth.

"I can't," she said, unexpectedly.  "Not without Brad.  I promised him."

I jetted my hips forward butting my bulging dick only inches from her wanting
mouth.  I saw that she could not take her eyes off my throbbing member.  She
wanted to have it -- had to have it.  I was not going to let her get away
without it.  It was time I used my new found bravado with a woman I really
wanted.

"You need me," I said, allowing her to see the pre-cum seeping from the tip of
my dick.  "You want my cock, now."

Her mouth slightly open, she looked as if she was going to burst at any second.
 Her eyes still locked on my cock.  Her tongue nearly hanging out of her open
mouth.

"I can't," she said not sounding very convinced.  "I can't without Brad. 
Please don't make me," she begged, pathetically.  

"Brad never has to know.  You want my cock, don't you?  You're thinking about
my hard cock and how good it feels inside you right now, aren't you.  That's
why you're using your vibrator.  You're thinking about me."

Marissa nodded her head wildly, closing her eyes tightly still working the
vibrator over her swollen clit.  I didn't think she was going to be able to
hold off my advances much longer. 

I took my hand off my cock, stood between her legs and let her stare at my
nakedness for a few seconds.  Her eyes drank me in hungrily; she wasn't going
to be able to resist.  I watched as her fingers blurred in and out of her cunt.
 She was soaked.  

"You're so hot!  I want you inside me.  Don't do this to me," she begged. 
"Wait until he's home so he can watch.  You know how much he likes that."

"You want to wait?" I asked dropping to my knees between her taunt legs.  I
lined my cock up for easy entry to her finger-filled love hole.  She wasn't
going to escape.

"No.  But I promised.  I owe --"

I nudged the tip of my dick forward until it bumped her fingers, slightly
touching her soaked lips.  Marissa shuddered as the soft tip of my swollen
organ sent sexual energy through her highly aroused cunt.

"Wait?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

Her hand moved to one side allowing my pulsing member to easily slip between
her greased folds.  She let out a relief filled moan as I filled her eager
pussy with my manhood.  Her walls contracted around my member like a tight
fitting leather glove.  She was so wet I could feel her juices saturating my
balls.

I rocked back and forth using my knees as a fulcrum to build up speed and slam
my cock in and out of Marissa.  She pushed hard against my hips as I pumped. 
She had a determined look on her face, almost angry, as she ordered me to fuck
her harder.  

She wrapped her legs tightly around me, pulled hard against my back with my
every thrust sending me deeper into her pussy each time.  Her tight abs looked
sexy, rippled tightly as her upper body bent awkwardly away from my forward
thrusting.  I toyed with the gold hoop she wore pierced in her belly button. 
She was so fucking hot!

Marissa played with my nipple ring pulling slightly, sending a feeling of both
pain and pleasure through me.  Each time her warm hands came up to my nipples I
felt a tingling all the way down in my toes.  

"Fuck my pussy, Michael.  Fuck me hard.  You're so fucking hot." Marissa
shouted intermittently as I balled her.

I slowed my pace to avoid blowing my load before I was ready.  Marissa still
worked her vibrator over her cherry red clit, every now and then tickling my
shaft as I excited her tight tunnel.  Splendid sensations rang through us both
from her bullet-sized pleasure toy.

"I want you from behind," I told her after a few more minutes of slow
penetration.  "I want to see your tight ass."

Marissa obligingly shifted up onto the couch, facing away from me, and offered
her tight ass for my enjoyment.  I stood from my kneeling position, eased my
cock forward and slid nicely back into her tightness.  She supported herself
with one hand against the wall, pushing back to meet my plunges.

Because I was standing I rocked forward with powerful strokes slapping hard
against her tan ass.  As with her stomach, she was so toned her skin barely
moved from my impact, which was so erotic to watch I thought I was going to
explode from that alone.  A sexy woman in that good a shape was something I
only thought existed in porno mags.

"Oh, God," I grunted, amazed at the incredible feeling.

"Fuck my ass," Marissa said suddenly.  "I want to feel you in my ass."

Stunned, I slowed to a snail's pace and carefully fingered Marissa's tight
hole.  She was so lubed up her juices had run from her cunt to her ass and
lubed it up as well.  My finger easily slipped in her backdoor.

I withdrew my swollen purple member and ever so gently eased my hardness into
her tight hole.  Marissa pushed back hard and allowed me to inch inside her
slowly.  I could feel her muscles expand and then contract as she adjusted to
the intrusion of my hard member.  Like a true pro, she forced herself back
against me speeding up the process until I was buried in her bowels.  I had
never fucked anyone like this before and it was the tightest thing I had ever
felt.  It was so tight it almost hurt.  But God what a feeling!  My balls
tightened and cum began boiling up my shaft, ready to explode.  This wasn't
going to last too much longer.

I adjusted my legs forward slightly changing the angle of penetration.  Now
instead of straight thrusts I angled my cock down and did something that
resembled a squat.  Marissa's tight ass was like a stop cushion with each
downward stroke.  I sped up slightly with each descention, knowing that Marissa
was now used to my intrusion.

"Fuck me!" she hollered.  "You feel so good!"

I pumped harder, but still didn't want to go full speed fearing I might hurt
her.  Suddenly the hum was back and I could feel vibrating through the thin
layer of skin separating my cock from her love hole.  The sensation again sent
shock waves swirling through me.  Uncontrollably I sped up my dips sending my
cock deeper into Marissa's bowels.

"Fuck!  I'm cuming!" she shouted and literally climbed the wall behind the
couch.  Her asshole tightened painfully around my cock until suddenly body
tremors raced through her, orgasm after glorious orgasm hitting her.  I swear I
saw her toes curl and her teeth chatter when she came.

"Cum inside me," she ordered a few seconds after the last wave flowed through
her.  "I want to feel your hot cum fill me up."

I was so ready to cum that it only took a few deep pumps before I launched my
seed deep inside the bowels of my glorious roommate.

"Ahhhhh!  Fuck!" I shouted as I pushed my hips as far forward as I could,
tightening my ass cheeks while I sent cum spilling into the depths of Marissa's
ass.  

I slowly pulled out artificially milking my cock with her tight ass muscles. 
Just as I was about to withdraw I plunged back inside her one last time to be
sure I got every last drop of my hot juice out and into her eager receptacle.  

I collapsed to the floor, my knees wobbling and legs weak from my powerful
orgasm.  Marissa stretched out on the couch glowing in the aftermath of good
sex.

"You don't play fair," she said, still recovering from our sex-ercise routine.

"Neither do you," I replied with a big smile.

"All I ask is that you don't tell Brad.  It's our little secret."

"I promise," I said.

"Keep fucking me like that and I promise we'll have a lot of secrets."

I smiled slyly; her secret was safe with me -- especially if this was going to
become a habit.
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