Roommate Relations

So this is a story of my youngest years. I was eighteen and had just graduated from high school. I was delivering pizza for Dominoes and had moved out of my folks house into an apartment with a buddy of mine and his wife. He was a year ahead of me in school and had gotten married as soon as he graduated. He was Mark and his wife was Celine.

Celine was my age and boy was she something. Blonde and shapely with a bubbly personality. She had breasts to write home about. Definitely at least a 38 C or D. Mouthwatering.

So the apartment was small. Two rooms I suppose you could call bedrooms, but just a small living room, bathroom and kitchen besides that.

The smaller of the two bedrooms was mine, of course, and I had papered the walls with pinups. I knew Celine found it a bit sexist, but I suspect she understood my virginity.

Yes, I was a virgin. I was raised in a strict religious household so I had no opportunities to have sex. Getting out of that house was my first chance.

As it happened, the walls were paper thin and whenever Mark and Celine had sex I could hear it pretty clearly. Sometimes I would lay in bed, listening to them and masturbating. I imagined what sucking Celine's breasts must be like. I envied Mark.

Once Mark came to mind I began thinking about his cock, which I'd seen in the locker room after Phys. Ed. Before I knew it I was picturing myself sucking Mark's cock. Celine returned to my fantasy, riding my dick while Mark fucked my face.

I utilized this fantasy alot for the first two months I lived with them.

Then we moved to a house. It wasn't large, but I could no longer hear their lovemaking. It was annoying and kind of sad. I returned to jerking off to other things. Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler. That was good enough but my lust for my roommates was unsatisfied.

Until late one night. Circumstances had prevented me from masturbating for a week and I was a seriously pent up eighteen year old boy. I had just worked a triple shift at Domino's and fallen asleep soon as I hit the bed.

It was dark when I was awakened by Celine.

"You've got a problem." She whispered.

"I do?"

"Yes. This." She grabbed my erect and throbbing cock, which had escaped my pajama shorts.

I almost came right there. Her hand on my cock, in my state? Had I been more awake I might have appreciated the situation more. As it was I was drowsy and barely knew what was happening.

She got me off my cot and led me by my cock to her and Mark's bedroom. Mark was sitting up in bed, stroking his cock. It was a fine one. Eight inches at least, girthy but not too much. Beautiful pink head. Just as I remembered it.

"We've had a talk, Dave, and we think it's terrible that you've not managed to have sex yet." Celine said.

"Yeah dude, what has been the problem?" Mark responded while casually jerking his cock. I found this somewhat ironic.

"Well, you know my folks. You know what it was like. I never had a chance."

"Okay, but that was two months ago. You've got a car. You've got a room. Where's the pussy!?" Mark almost yelled.

Celine was more gentle. "He's not wrong. You've had chances since."

"Well, I guess I don't know what I like."

Mark through up his hands, his cock remaining straight up. "Bullshit, you like that," he pointed to Celine, "and those fantastic titties!"

"Yeesss, I do, but I also like that." This time I pointed, and it was at Mark's cock.

Celine and Mark both had a moment of understanding and looked at each other. There seemed to be an acceptance between them.

Celine led me to the bed and helped me get in. Nestled between the couple. She put my right hand on her left breast and Mark took my left hand and placed it on his cock.

"Okay, we're going to get this out of the way so you can move on." Mark said.

Celine released her breast from her nightgown and pulled my head down toward it. Mark took my hand in his and started to stroke his cock again. No one dared touch my erection.

Soon enough both Celine's breasts were free and my head was trapped between them. The taste of her flesh was like vanilla. It's color was milky white. I loved it.

Mark didn't need to help me much. I knew how to jerk a cock. At least I knew how I liked it. He seemed to like it, too. Or maybe it was just that someone else was doing it. Who knows?

I could have motorboated Celine for a lot longer, but she pulled away and went to the foot of the bed. She grabbed my feet and pulled. Soon I was laying flat in bed. Her plan became clear momentarily.

She lifted her nightgown over her head and was then naked. She scrambled up the bed and unceremoniously plopped her pussy on my face.

I eagerly began licking, but soon learned there was more to the activity.

"That's nice Dave, but get your tongue inside. Put it in the vaginal hole. Good, good. Now, lick up above the hole. Further. Further. Aahh! Yes. There. That little nub. That flap of skin. Oh boy."

Celine was breathing hard. Distracted.

Mark stood up and straddled us. He fed his cock to his wife, who gobbled it almost as an afterthought.

I didn't know what Celine had directed me to but it was obviously a great spot to lick. I used my own initiative and licked the hell out of the thing.

Celine's body was reacting like I was tickling her or something. I didn't stop, as she had sent me there, but Mark spoke up. "That's her clit, Dave. Clitoris. It's a big spot for nerve endings or something. Kind of like the head of your cock. It's a big thing."

I'd vaguely heard of the clit at that point but had no real concept of its function or location. I filed this away for future use. Now that I knew what was going on, I pulled back a bit. No sense overstimulating someone. I did circles around it, took some breaks to lick other things so she could cool down. Savored the taste of her pussy. It was tangy. Metallic. Curious. Something else there, too. Couldn't place it.

Mark was fucking Celine's throat now. I was looking up from her groin, past her breasts towards his thrusting cock. Man that looked fun.

He was speeding up now and I thought that might mean he was close to coming. Referencing Penthouse Forum I increased my attention on Celine's clit, hoping she would come as Mark did.

Mark cried out and began shaking. So did Celine. I'd managed to make her come with him. It was only later that I took a chill pill and realized my part might have been much smaller. But in the moment I was elated.

Celine climbed off my face and started catching her breath. I was happy. Mark, however, was apparently unfulfilled. "Dave, for you to know just what you like you need to try both."

I was confused until I saw his semi erect cock swaying before my face. I steeled myself and opened my mouth. As his cock went in I immediately recognized the other taste from Celine's pussy. Mark had been fucking his wife before they came and got me.

I closed my lips around this cock and began thinking of techniques I'd only read about. I kept my teeth away from the shaft, used my tongue, and sucked all the way through. He tried to push it down my throat but I gagged. I didn't let it go, though. I'd have to work on that.

I let him fuck my mouth as far as he could, then Celine said, "Don't neglect the balls. Lick and suck his balls." I was shocked. His balls, I thought. That's dirty.

Then I immediately remembered I was sucking his penis, so the distinction disappeared. I took a break from the tool to attend to his balls. I used my imagination and that seemed pretty good.

"Now, when you go back to his shaft use your lips as well. Kiss it." Celine was giving me advice that would serve me well in years to come.

"Yeah, Dave. You're doing great. A natural, even." Mark's hands went to my head and guided his cock back in. He was regaining his hardness. I imagined he would be fully erect soon if I continued. So I did.

I couldn't imagine Mark being able to come three times in one night, so I was slightly disappointed that my only taste of his cum would be second hand.

Still, this night was one thousand times better than any other, so I told myself to shut up. Then Mark pulled from my mouth and started barking instructions. "Celine, on your back, head towards the foot of the bed. Dave, get on top, on your hands and knees."

He then grabbed a jar of Vaseline from the nightstand. "Buddy, I'm gonna fuck you. It's one thing to like sucking cock, another to take it up the poop chute!"

I was very nervous about this but Celine was conciliatory. "It's no big deal, Dave. I do it all the time. Just think about the biggest BM you've ever had. Was that bigger than his cock?"

I thought about this. Yes. I'd seem some massive things in the toilet. If something like that could get out, surely Mark's cock could go in.

Once we were situated and lubricated, I readied myself for Mark's entry. I didn't understand Celine's position until my raging hard-on was engulfed by her mouth. I almost fainted right there. But it was seemingly part of the strategy as just as I relaxed, Mark popped his cock into my ass.

There was intense pain. It disappeared quickly, but I couldn't imagine what it would have been in my tense state. Likely he would have not been able to enter.

Mark was slow to advance. He took a good deal of time letting me adjust to the new sensation. Meanwhile Celine was vigorously sucking my cock. Treating me to the deep throat of which I'd only ever read (well, I'd seen the movie. My friend, Marv, had a laser disc player, and that was one of the discs).

I won't attempt to describe the sensation for a first time blowjob recipient. But it was heavenly. My cock had never felt so good.

Mark had made it about as far as he dared. Six inches he told me later. Then he started pumping in and out. Not fast. But a slow withdrawal, then a slow return. He added a bit more Vaseline at one point.

I couldn't decide what I enjoyed more, Celine's blowjob or Mark's buggery. It was then that I realized I was bisexual. That term was not in vogue at the time, though, so I couldn't really label my feelings.

Mark had begun to speed up a bit and the feeling was so intense that combined with Celine's sucking I could hold back no more. I came in a torrent into Celine's mouth. I don't know how much there was but she swallowed what she could and was left coughing.

"Oh my god, Dave. How long have you been saving that!?"

Mark was withdrawing from my ass. "Another lesson you just learned. Anal stimulus can supercharge an orgasm."

Mark cleaned his cock with a towel and offered it to me for my ass. Celine cleaned my cock with her mouth.

As I left to go back to bed I pointed out, "I'm still technically a virgin." They both looked at me and Celine said, "We'll get to that."

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In the morning Celine and I shared a strange vibe as we ate breakfast. Mark had already left for work. I was off today after the triple shift so that left Celine and I home alone. Awkward.

Or so I thought. Celine sat down next to me on the couch. "So about your virginity. I appreciate what a gift it is. When I gave mine to Mark it really meant, to me, that we would get married."

"Really? You were a virgin?" My surprise was not an act. Celine and I had attended the same church. I knew full well the kind of peer pressure she'd grown up under.

"But it's really not as big a deal as people make it. Yes, it is an experience you can share only once, with one person. But over the course of your sexual life it becomes almost insignificant."

"I guess."

"The real question is, do you want to share it with me?" She looked into my eyes, her blue orbs piercing into my soul.

I looked back and knew that while I might not be 'in love' with her, I absolutely did LOVE her. "Yes, I would."

"Then let's make you a man." She took my hand and we went to the bedroom. She took off her T-shirt and jeans. I stood like an idiot staring at her creamy flesh.

"Get undressed, dummy."

"Oh!" I said and took of my shirt and pants. I almost missed the removal of her bra and panties.

"You are really beautiful."

"Hmmm. My nose is too big. I've got some unsightly moles. You're kind and smitten. Thank you." She approached and lowered my underwear. Taking me into the bed she kissed me gently.

"Should we be doing this without Mark?," I asked.

"He knows. It was his suggestion." She kissed me again. Our tongues entangled. She reached for my awakening cock. I reached for her breasts.

We kissed for some time, our heads turning to and fro. Our mouths devouring each other. My cock growing hard quickly under her hand.

When she broke our kiss she moved down to my penis and began gently sucking. My head fell back and I let out a breathy moan. This was the same mouth, the same tongue, the same lips as I'd felt last night, but now they were different.

This blowjob contained affection, not just lust. She traveled the same route, but in a new way. Well, not new, but different. She twisted her body around and presented me with her sex. "Ah, the fabled Sixty-nine!" I thought. "I've always loved this idea."

I began licking her pussy using all the tricks and tips I'd learned last night. I attempted to be more gentle and judicious in the use of my tongue. I even through in some sucking of labia and clit as this seemed like a good idea.

My technique produced the desired effects. Celine was getting wetter and wetter. She was moaning and gobbling my cock with real passion. I could tell, I thought, that she was getting close to climax.

Suddenly she pulled away from both my face and my cock. I thought I'd done something wrong. That I had offended her in some way. I couldn't have been more wrong.

"Boy, you learn quick. Dave, fuck me now!"

She spun around and lay on her back with legs spread wide. Her unshaven pussy beckoned me. I crawled between her legs, prepared to cross this imaginary boundary.

The moment my cock head touched her labia I knew I could not turn back. The sensation of skin against skin was intoxicating. As I pushed in, feeling those soft lips enclose my penis, I knew this was it, the moment that a boy was doing something that men do.

Even as I pushed all the way into her vagina I was thinking how silly it was to put so much significance on this, so much weight. It was just an activity. It was a physical act not particularly different from a kiss.

But it was an intimacy between two people that could never be repeated in exactly this way. As I pumped in and out of Celine, leaning my head down to suckle her magnificent breasts, I could feel a new confidence rising up inside me.

This was the Manhood so often spoken about.

I continued thrusting my hips, entering her sacred chalice over and over. Her legs were locked around mine, her arms around my shoulders. My face in her bosom, nipples in my mouth.

You would think, during a passionate exchange such as this, that a wife might call out her husband's name. Celine did not. Only mine. She was very vocal, but only ever said "Oh, Dave!"

I, of course, didn't think about this as I was fucking her, only later. I kept pushing and pushing, nearing my peak. I reached down between our bodies, to her clit, and began a circling motion with my index finger.

That was the missing element. Less than a minute of this and Celine began to cry out in ecstasy, her climax upon her. This was the ending I needed as well, and without asking, I shot my creamy load deep in her pussy. It was less than a days supply, but it felt like I was shooting forever.

Perhaps it was the feeling of a real pussy or the knowledge that I was coming in Celine, but our shared orgasm seemed to suspend time. I collapsed atop her and we did not move for over half an hour.

She finally crawled out from beneath me and started cleaning up. "You probably shouldn't be in the bed when Mark gets home. He'll want to take a nap."

I jumped up and retrieved my clothes, walking naked to my room. Celine eventually visited me there, giving me a kiss and suggesting we keep our lovemaking to ourselves.

"I thought it was Mark's idea?"

"Of course not, silly," she said, and smiled bewitchingly.

As it turned out, I fucked both Mark and Celine in a threesome a couple of days later. The confidence Celine had gifted me made that session much more erotic and enjoyable. Life intervened and I moved out to my own place some months later.

Years later Mark and Celine split up. I never had another encounter with either of them.