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Roommates — Rude Awakening
Waking to the sounds of her roommate sucking her boyfriend’s cock, Kim watches them fuck as she fingers her own pussy.
“Suck it! Oh, shit! Yes, suck that cock, baby!”
The words were muffled but still clear and loud enough to wake Kim.
Her eyes slowly opened and then blinked rapidly as she tried to determine if what she heard was part of a dream or…
A deep grunt and wet gagging sounds came through the wall. “Oh, fuck yes! Take it deep down your fucking throat! Yes!”
Not again, Kim thought. She clapped her left palm over her eyes as her right hand fumbled on the nightstand trying to find her phone. It slipped under her fingertips before she finally got a hold of it and brought it up to her eyes. She peeked through the slit between her fingers to see what time it was.
“Fuck!” she yelled out to her empty room. She had just under an hour before her alarm went off.
She shut her eyes tight, furrowed her brow in anger, and beat her fists and heels into the mattress. Why did she always fuck them here?! On Sunday night!
“Shhh, Bret, Kim will hear you!” Kim could hear the quieter but still audible Stacy through the wall.
“Too late,” Kim said sarcastically to the ceiling.
Bret was Stacy’s latest piece of meat and she’d lost count of the number of times she was woken up by their raucous fucking. It was either Bret or some other random one-night fling, that she brought back. Kim wasn’t even sure where Stacy found these guys on a Sunday night.
What bar or club was still open so late that it wasn’t until around 3 am that they kicked her out along with whatever guy was frantically working to fuck her? Didn’t these guys she was fucking have an apartment or someplace they could fuck? Didn’t they have a job too?
She was working two jobs. One at the local coffee shop in the mornings and another in the afternoon as a legal assistant. She was trying to save up enough money to go to law school. Her only time off was Wednesday and Thursday mornings. And, being short-staffed at the coffee shop, she was often required to work full days there. This was the case yesterday, Sunday. She had to close the coffee shop and didn’t get home until 10 pm. Working two jobs was beginning to burn her out. This was especially true when the sexual exploits of her roommate woke her up early.
“What?” Bret chuckled. “Fuck, she knows we ain’t playin’ cards in here. And, shit, perhaps she’ll get turned on and come over here and join us. It may even help lighten up that prude. I’ll fuck her frown into a smile.”
“You fucker,” Kim heard Stacy gasp in shock at his comment which was followed by what Kim guessed was a playful slap. The succulent sound of Stacy’s wet mouth going down over Bret’s hard cock arrested the rest of her mumbled words.
Bret’s deep moans overlaid the repeated gagging coming from Stacy.
Kim’s thoughts drifted to her boyfriend, Greg, and what Bret had mentioned: “Lighten up that prude.” What the fuck! She didn’t think of herself as a prude. She and Greg had sex. Sure, maybe not as often as Greg would like. Working two jobs I get pretty tired, she said to herself as an excuse. And maybe every time Stacy and Bret, or whomever she had over, were here I yelled at them to be quiet or leave. Stacy realized she was the same in college. But, she thought, I have responsibilities and goals and I’m not going to lose focus on those!
The sounds of Bret fucking Stacy’s face broke through her thoughts.
Kim remembered Stacy saying how big his cock was and how she couldn’t get enough of it. She closed her eyes as she imagined Bret laying on his back, Stacy between his legs, her mouth stretched wide over his immense cock as her head bobbed frantically up and down. She imagined his hand over the back of her head, driving it down forcefully and jabbing his cock deeper. Thick strings of Stacy’s spit ran down and pooled around the base of his cock and over his balls as she massaged them in one hand.
Kim slept in a simple pair of panties and a crop top which her hands now worked underneath to tease herself. The fingers of her left hand easily worked under the waistband of her panties, the tips twisting and teasing the fine hair she kept neatly trimmed over her pussy. She pulled the short hairs and savored the tug upon her mound and over her labia before she drew her fingers over her clit. Small tight circles followed by firm strokes up and down along her slit. She took one hard nipple between her index finger and thumb of her right hand and twisted. Her back arched upward and she let out a silent gasp as she savored the slight pain. She let go and splayed her fingers over the subtle mound of her breast and squeezed. The fingers of her left hand plied through the lips of her pussy now slick with her juice.
She bit her bottom lip and sighed as a warmth rushed through her.
Her mind then drifted back to last night. Her boyfriend, Greg, wanted to have sex after they shared a late dinner. He started with one hand running up her arm and teasing her pert breasts. The other massaged her thigh and slowly worked its way up. His fingers then worked through the opening of her shorts and under the elastic of her panties to drive within her pussy. His mouth kissed her shoulder and worked up to her neck.
“No, not tonight. I have to wake up early and I’m pretty tired right now,” she said as she pushed him off her.
“You’ve said that every night this week! What the fuck!” Greg shouted as he stood up. “If you don’t want to be with me just tell me! I’m not your free go-to DoorDash or Uber Eats, here to bring you dinner after your long day!” He stormed towards the door.
Standing by her apartment door, he turned back towards her, while she still sat on the couch, and opened his mouth to yell at her in frustration.
“BEEP, BEEP, BEEP…” a blaring alarm erupted from his mouth.
Stacy’s eyes snapped open. She had drifted to sleep as she played with herself. She took the hand that was resting over her breast, found her phone, and silenced the alarm.
She threw the covers off with a frustrated huff.
“You know,” she said to herself, “Greg could have stayed the night. You could have had sex last night, slept peacefully, and woken up to Greg fucking you.”
THUD, THUD, THUD
Stacy’s bed slammed against their shared wall. Her bedsprings a muffled, rapid whining under the repeated pounding Bret was inflicting on Stacy.
“Fuck! Your pussy is so fucking good!” Kim heard Bret rasp with a grunt through the wall.
Stacy’s raptured cries were muffled. Most likely her face is shoved into a pillow as he fucks her, Kim thought. Well, I guess she’s trying to be quiet.
Kim sat on the edge of her bed listening to the grunts and groans of their fucking and the cries for mercy from the bed under them. She grew angrier and more frustrated with each THUD against the wall and she thought, Why did they have to wake me up early? I am not a prude! I like sex! I just have work and other priorities. Just how big is Bret’s cock?
She shut her eyes and shook her head. “Gotta get going,” she mumbled. She stood, slumped over in a tired stance, and started heading out of her room toward the bathroom.
As Kim was going to pass Stacy’s bedroom door, she noticed it wasn’t closed. It wasn’t just cracked open but wide open.
Soft light was pouring out into the hall and Kim could hear the groans and wet slapping together of their bodies as they continued to fuck. Her body tensed and she felt a warm quiver within her pussy. She had to get going, but she also wanted to watch them to see them fuck and to see Bret’s cock.
It can’t be that big. One small part of her wanted to go in there and join and show them she wasn’t a prude. She stood just outside the door, leaned slightly forward, and peered around the door frame.
Bret knelt behind Stacy as she arched her back, jutting her ass upward over her splayed knees. Her ample tits pressed into the mattress as she bit into her pillow muffling her moans and tortured cries of pleasure.
Kim’s right hand covered the gasp that escaped her mouth when she saw what she thought was a baseball bat pistoning into Stacy. She watched as Bret threw his hips back and slammed them forward repeatedly in rapid but controlled strokes.
Unconsciously, Kim’s left hand slipped into her panties again and started to stroke her clit. Her fingers quickly matched Bret’s pace as he drove his cock into Stacy. She watched, mesmerized by the rhythmic motions. She watched as Stacy’s pussy attempted to cling around his massive girth as he retreated and then how it folded in as he charged forward. She watched as Stacy’s body quivered with ripples rolling over her ass after being slammed by him.
“Shit!…Your…fucking cock…” Stacy gasped and shrieked between Bret’s repeated tearing thrusts into her pussy. A long, shaking cry erupted into her pillow as her body shook through one of her orgasms.
Kim’s fingers made tight circles around her hard clit before they slipped further down. Her two middle fingers plied through her wet folds, curled up slightly, and drove into her.
“Oh, fuck yes! Cum for me, baby! God, I love the way your pussy squeezes my cock when you cum,” Bret said as he continued without breaking his rhythm. “Feels like you’re trying to milk the cum out of me!” He slapped her ass then gripped her shaking cheeks tightly in his hands as he grunted through tightly gritted teeth and drove in faster and harder.
Stacy lifted her head off the pillow. Her face was flushed in ecstasy, brow furrowed, eyes shut tight, and her mouth agape as a deep cry tore through the room.
Kim’s fingers slipped in and out of her tight pussy matching Bret’s feverish strokes into Stacy. Her breathing quickened.
“Cuuu…cummm…cum in me!” the words broken and tremoring. Stacy’s nails clawed at the sheets around her as her hands clenched into fists trying to get a hold of something.
He reached out and took a hold of her hair and pulled her up and back towards him. Sweat was flying off him as he asked, “You want me to cum in you?!”
Stacy let out a husky grunt that was torn from within her. “Ye…yesss…please!” Her weak arms moved beneath and attempted to brace herself as he fucked harder.
Kim’s fingers flicked rapidly over her G-spot as she drew them out and shoved them back in. Her other hand ran over one of her pert tits then the other while working the hard, sensitive nipples between her fingers and across her palm.
“I’m…I’m gonna…cum!” Bret’s intense eyes narrowed as he looked at his cock repeatedly slamming deep within her. He watched her thighs, ass, and pussy, wet with her sweat and juice, shudder.
Kim pinched and then pulled one of her nipples in a twisting motion. Her fingers drove in and out of her pussy in a blur. She took sharp, rapid, gasping breaths.
His body broke rhythm as his hips jerked forward. He pulled her hair back harder. His right hand reached around and grasped a heavy tit and pulled her up. He grunted and gasped as his hips convulsed and cock stabbed deep within her. He fell forward, his chest heaving against her back.
Stacy cried out as her body shook uncontrollably. Her arms gave out and both she and Bret collapsed onto the bed.
Fuck, Kim cried out in her head as her fingers drove deep into her pussy. Nearly doubled over, her eyes rolled back, her breath caught in her throat, and her legs shook. Thick juice coated her fingers as she tried to drive them further up her pussy as it squeezed tightly around them.
Kim took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself and slowly regain her focus, as she leaned against the door jam. She heard soft moans and looked back to the bed. Stacy and Bret were laying on their sides with Bret slowly working his hips against Stacy. She wondered what would have happened if she had joined them.
Shit, I’m going to be late! Kim shook her head, darted past the open door, and quickly moved down the hall to the bathroom and into the shower.