Seducing the Housemate

I'd been tossing and turning for at least three hours. I looked at the clock. It was five in the morning. The first rays of sunlight were already piercing the blind covering the window of my room and the heat of the summer had already had me cast aside every bit of bed covering, leaving me in my silk cammo top and french style bottoms. And they were soaking wet with sweat.

But the truth was, neither the lack of sleep nor the soaking wet bed clothes were really due to the heat. Or at least not the heat of summer.

I'd broken up with my boyfriend three months ago. Given that he had got into the drug scene and was pushing me to join him in it, it was the sensible thing to do.

Sexually, he hadn't been a great lover, but good enough too satisfy my needs. But only just.

And on this morning, my needs were rampaging. It was that time of month that your average young woman is ready to fuck the nearest Neanderthal she can find. But they were somewhat lacking in my social scene.

I should have just fingered myself, or got myself a dildo or something else to fuck myself with. But to date, pride had inhibited that solution. In any case, on the very rare occasion I'd done it, I found it less that really satisfying. I much preferred a body, even if my body count to date was still only 1.

I decided to sneak out and get a glass of water to see if that would help settle me. If not, then in my current mood, a fingering was going to happen.

Because of the heat, I'd left my bedroom door open, so at least I didn't have to worry about the creaky door hinges waking my flat mates.

As I entered the dimly lit dinning room I became aware of the presence of another as I heard the opening of one of the kitchen cupboards.

The house was an old one and the kitchen had a serve through into the dining room, in the form of a length of overhead cupboards that sat a metre or so over the kitchen bench.

As I looked through the gap and my eyes adjusted to the dim light, what I saw was a very aroused cock. That was pretty well all I could see; the gap offering a vista that went from his balls to half was up his chest. Since they were the bits of him I hadn't really seen before, I could only guess they belonged to my flatmate -- James.

I was momentarily transfixed. James was unaware of my presence as he ferreted in the cupboard, so I could just stare. It was bigger than Dave's (my ex-boyfriend). A fair bit bigger actually; both in length and girth. Of a size that excited me, without scaring me. It had a slight banana curve which my imagination said would rake across my g spot and give me an orgasm of the liking I'd never had before.

And it had been circumcised. I'd never seen one of those before, but since I'd only seen Dave's before, I suppose that wasn't surprising. But there was something nice about the tall clean shaft, with bulging veins; capped as it was by a bell which seemed to be slightly wider than the shaft it stood on.

I watched as it surged; momentarily expanding and jutting out; not knowing why James had done that..

My imagination was going wild.

My nipples had hardened, my clit swollen and my vagina had readied itself to accept the shaft before me. God, I've never had that reaction before. Dave would need to give me ten minutes of foreplay before he could get his (what now seemed to me to be) pathetic cock into me.

I knew -- well at least guessed -- the erection before me was some sort of morning glory. As far as I knew he wasn't fucking any of the other girls in the house, so it shouldn't have been some sort of preparatory erection in anticipation of fucking one of them. And if it was a morning glory, it had a limited lifespan. That was the last thing I wanted.

In a moment of desperation I did something outrageous. I reached across the kitchen bench and stroked it as I said...

"That's an impressive manhood you have there."

His erection surged from the momentary stimulation as he stepped back in surprise.

"Sorry I didn't think anyone would be up this morning. I was just looking for a torch."

"You don't have to apologise. I was just wondering if you'd like to use it."

Having leaned over the bench, I could see his face and watched as his brain tried to process what he'd just heard...

"You mean...?"

He was having trouble expressing his reply, so I helped him...

"Yep. That's what I mean. In my room if you'd like."

I could tell he was still flustered...

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure."

Brazenly, to an extent I'd never done before, I walked around the cabinet, into the kitchen itself, wrapped my hand gently around his shaft and lightly pulled it to have him follow me in the bedroom...

"We can discuss it further in the privacy of my room if you need to."

It was presumptuous of me, I know. But he was a young male and, while I would not claim to be a 10, I was at least attractive enough to have a good chance of seducing a male of his age who at least found beauty in a slender figure, breasts that my previous boyfriend would lust over and a pretty enough face with long blonde hair. And I seen James drool over my breasts any time he had a chance to do so. Now he could motor boat them if he wanted. Plus, as far as I knew, there was no other girl in the action. I wasn't leading him to a betrayal.

But at least my hand on his shaft reduced the possibility of it going flaccid before we got down to action.

As we entered my room, I pulled off my top with my spare hand and threw it aside. Nothing seduces like a good pair pf breasts...

"I don't know about you, but I was sweating through the night. My PJ's were soaked."

I pushed my pants far enough over my hips that a wiggle of my bottom would let it fall to the ground. As I sat him on the bed, I commented...

"At least now we can talk on equal terms."

James smiled at me...

"I don't know. I think you have the upper hand."

"Lay on my bed and we'll work it out."

I pushed him down flat on the bed -- without much in the way of resistance from him. Then I laid myself on top of him; the base of his shaft pushing against my mons while his erection pushed against my stomach. Coyly, I asked...

"Well, do you want to fuck me?"

"Am, yes."

"Good. Now, there's just one thing. If you don't want to breed a baby, we need to put a condom on."

I reached into my bedside draws and pulled one out and sheathed his hard erection...

"Mind if I start on top?"

I didn't wait for an answer. I sat up and lifted his erection so I could drop my body onto it. I went in smoothly. My body had made itself ready for it; open and lubricated it offered no resistance. Dave couldn't have done that even after ten minutes of foreplay.

I was pleased when James announced...

"Oh, that does feel nice."

It felt more than nice for me. It filled me in a way I've never felt filled before. Silly though it sounds, if felt like it belonged in me.

I didn't know what his sexual history was like, but I didn't want him going off too early. Indeed, I wanted him to give me a good fucking before he dumped his load in me. I gave him no grip as I leaned over towards him, dangling my breasts over his face as started sliding my clit across his pubis.

Almost immediately I let out a sigh of genuine pleasure.

James took the hint on the dangling breasts. He lifted his head to start licking and sucking one, while tweaking the other between his fingers. My breasts had always been sexually responsive and I quickly felt it.

Indeed, my whole body was awash with sexual stimulation. How long is it supposed to take women to climax? 20 minutes, is it? I took longer than that with Dave many times. With the built in frustration and desires, this time I went off, screaming like I'd never screamed before, after about four minutes; collapsing down on Jame's body as I rubbed and squirmed in a way that very successfully extended my orgasm.

Except for the fact this was something like a friends with benefits fuck, my female oxytocin would have overtaken me and I would have smothered him in love kisses and caresses. All I thought was safe to do was a kiss on his cheek and a 'thank you, that was lovely' praise. But I wasn't finished either.

After things had settled -- which didn't take long, given my anxiety to get the next step going -- I moved a pillow down to where my bottom would be and signalled James he should roll over on top of me. I noticed he made a point of supporting most of his weight on his knees and elbows.

This time I was pushing my luck even further. I asked him...

"Can you use your cock to stimulate my g spot please?"

I was pushing my luck because with Dave, I'd never had my g spot stimulated. Whether he never tried, or his smaller, thinner cock couldn't do what it had to do, I didn't know and I hadn't pushed it. Hell, I didn't even know if anyone could get my g spot going. And then there was James position. For all I knew he didn't even know what a g spot was, let alone be able to target it with his shaft. But his shaft was long, thick, conveniently curved and as hard as a rock. It was worth an ask. I even had an answer ready for any comeback indicating he didn't know what to do.

Instead his reply was...

"I'll give it my best."

I rested my hands on his bottom as he set himself up for his thrusting. He was fully penetrated as we rolled over, so he actually had to withdraw his shaft some distance to find the most probable position for my g spot.

The first thrust, raking his stiff, thick manhood along the front wall of my vagina, triggered something. I thought finding the g spot was meant to be a bit of a slow process. But my body was already highly stimulated, sexualised and receptive. The feeling of that first one wasn't fully stimulating, but it certainly located the spot.

I conveyed that message with a single, whispered..."Nice".

That seemed to encourage James. His next thrust was more confident and those after that became faster and firmer.

A little moan of pleasure escaped me.

Having only a shallow penetration put James in a position where he could comfortably suck my nipples. Having set the pace and direction of his thrusts, he eased himself down onto my right nipple, flicking his tongue against the hardened nipple and taking it into his mouth and sucking it.

I moaned more loudly.

That feeling of 'something' that accompanied his first thrust soon became much more than that. He was beautifully stimulating something very sensitive and very arousing. I didn't know I was capable of being a moaner until James got stuck into my g spot -- combined with his nipple stimulation. But now I was really moaning. Loudly and uninhibitedly.

It encouraged James even further. Not in a way that went too fast or hard. I could just tell he was putting even more enthusiasm into his stimulation of me.

Way faster than I thought was possible, I came. I squirted for the first time in my life. I screamed and groaned like I'd never screamed before. I threw up my hips against James slightly elevated hips and rocked them about. I told him to keep thrusting as my orgasm continued for longer than any orgasm I'd had before and I kept groaning; immersed in this incredible pleasure.

Then as my orgasm eventually subsided, I did one more thing I'd never done before. Pulling his bottom cheeks upward with the hands I had on them, I called out...

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

It was an ambiguous request, I know. After all, he'd in some sense, being fucking me for some time now. But James got the message. He pushed himself into full penetration, lifted his torso on extended arms and started thrusting in a completely different way; long, moderately fast, firm thrusts which ended in his pubis and the base of his shaft crashing into my vulva.

When I saw him staring down at my breasts and the little wobble his thrusts were inducing in them, I exaggerated it, using the freedom my elevated bottom gave me to throw my upper torso about that little bit more.

He grinned down at me.

I don't know why I asked him to fuck me like this. Mere penetrative thrusts had never really given me a vaginal orgasm. But something inside told this was a different matter.

I still hadn't given James much of a grip. This was still for me and I wasn't wanting him to dump his load just yet. He was starting to groan just the same. They might have been groans of exertion -- after all, he'd been working pretty had on me -- but I sensed in them to a degree of increasing pleasure.

One thing was right. I was getting a lot of stimulation just from James vaginal thrusts in a way I never had before. It was hard to focus on why that was. Maybe his thick shaft? My long drought of sexual relief? A follow-on from the orgasms I'd already had? I didn't know and I didn't much care. I was moaning uncontrollably, certainly giving James the message of the effect it was having on me.

My only fear was that he might climax before I did, leaving me stranded with a build up to a climax I'd never get.

As it turned out, I had time to spare. With another scream -- showing signs of a habit I'd never shown before - I climaxed. No squirting this time, just the sort of orgasm that is powerful enough you want to throw your hips up but have them pinned down by the guy on top of you.

I tightened my grip on his shaft, signalling I was ready for James to drop his load.

Supporting himself in the elevated position only on his left arm, he used his right to slide under the small of my back and elevate my hips further. Then he started thrusting again.

Oh god, this was a completely different experience. His thrusts were still long, although a little slower than the ones he'd used with my butt resting on the pillow. But the elevation of my butt and my tighter grip on his shaft was letting the full length of his shaft slide firmly across my g spot.

It was powerfully stimulating it in a way I hadn't expected. I was moaning again, almost drowning out the increasingly intense groans that were very clearly signalling Jame's increasing stimulation.

Still staring at my wobbling breasts, Jame's groans grew louder, his mouth contorting itself into something half way between a smile and a circle. His thrusts became harder. Not in a way that hurt; more like he was breaking some sort of mental wall that was holding back his orgasm, lifting my butt higher, while throwing my wobbling breasts about even more.

His climax exploded with a long, loud 'oooohhhhhhh' accompanied by a series of almost desperate, hard thrusts. They in turn triggered another orgasm in me. I could swear I could feel the pulses of his orgasm physically manifesting themselves in some sort of swelling of his shaft; something I knew couldn't be the case from the times I'd given Dave head. Maybe it was just some reaction to my own contractions which were pummelling his shaft. Still, my scream momentarily drowned out his whatever you might call the extended groans he was putting out.

James dropped my butt back down on the pillow, pushed his shaft into full penetration and laid down on me, turning his head away from me, I could only guess to avoid his loud groans deafening me.

Repeatedly, he cried out... 'ooooooohhhhhh' then took a breath before he broke out in another... 'ooooooohhhhhh' as his shaft kept pulsing and pulsing, filling my vagina with his cum.

We both just lay their, each of us moaning or groaning with the overwhelming pleasures of our respective orgasms for much longer than I'd ever experienced before. As it turned out, Jame's went longer than mine.

He was just starting to settle when he thrust me three more times, apparently triggering another round of pulses or other pleasures in his shaft which attracted mere groans from him.

Eventually our orgasms settled to a still silence; neither of us, for a moment, knowing how to respond to what we'd just experienced.

James was first to break the silence...

"That was the most beautiful sex I've ever had."

"I can do better than that. That was the first time in my life I've had multiple orgasms."

I didn't want to tell him that in my sex with Dave I'd be lucky to get any orgasm at all; a pretend one being useful to bring to an end something that just wasn't working.

Then we fell silent again, Jame's shaft still hard and fully penetrated in me.

I think neither of us knew where to go from here.

Was this just a one desperate unexpected sexual encounter? Can we ever do it again? Is it the start of some relationship? What will the other girls in our share house say; especially with all the screaming I was doing? And this all on a work day morning where it was time for both of us to get ready for work.