Fucking my Flatmate

Some loud noise woke me in the early morning. Pity, I was having a lovely erotic dream, which mean I woke with a full morning glory of an erection.

Facing west, my room was completely dark and I reached out to pick up my mobile phone to see what the time was, but fumbled and dropped it down the headboard of my bed. I ferreted about for it, but couldn't find it. Slightly annoyed, and not wanting to fully wake myself by turning on my rather too bright bedroom light, I went as quietly as I could out to the kitchen to get a torch.

I was completely naked, because that was how I sleep and I didn't expect to run into any of my flatmates at whatever the time was.

The first light of the morning was providing a dull light through the kitchen. I was looking through the overhead cupboards, above the serve through opening, in the kitchen. I was concentrating on finding the torch when I felt the warm hand of a woman, reaching through the servery and slide up the length of my morning erection.

The next thing I saw was Kelly's head poke through the servery gap as she said...

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

How does a guy respond to that. My erection surged from the momentary stimulation as I 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."

"You mean...?"

Flustered, and caught off guard, I was having trouble expressing my reply. Kelly came to my rescue.

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

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure."

Kelly walked around the cabinet, into the kitchen, wrapped her hand gently around my shaft and lightly pulled it to have me follow her into the bedroom, adding...

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

Kelly, like the rest of us in her early twenties, had joined our household -- making it three women and one man - three months ago after leaving her partner of two years after he started to get into the drug scene.

As much as I tried to hide it in public, Kelly was, shall we say, a very distracting woman. An incredibly cute face, beautiful long blonde hair, a slender but very womanly figure and breasts that I found to be a never ending distraction.

She was sexually alluring in the extreme, even if just dressed in a pair of jeans and a baggy t shirt. It was more so because her personality made her a delight to be around; something I was all the more attuned to because it was the narcissistic personality of my last partner that had made me split from her to find myself in our current lodgings.

Why hadn't I hit on her before now? Well, there's this unwritten rule in mixed share houses that you're not meant to hit on your housemates. Or at least the men are not supposed to hit on the women. So I'd felt somewhat constrained, whatever my instincts might have been.

As we entered her room, she pulled off her top, fully exposing to me for the first time the breasts that had teased me since she joined us. As she dropped her pants to the floor and had me sit on the bed, she commented...

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

Finally getting my senses around where this was going, I smiled at her as I replied...

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

The fact was, seeing her completely naked for the first time caused a powerful reaction in my body and especially my manhood. It surged in a way Kelly couldn't have missed, but to me it also felt if it engorged itself even further, creating a sense that had grown further to the extent the skin of it felt stretched and the whole length of it felt like it was ready to rip itself apart..

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

She pushed me down flat on the bed then laid her naked body on top of me, coyly asking...

"Well, do you want to fuck me?"

By this stage my erection was rampaging, so I was ready to reply...

"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."

Having no interesting in being a father just yet, I readily agreed. Having dealt with that, she asked...

"Mind if I start on top?"

Reverse missionary was pretty well my previous partner's go to position, so I readily agreed.

Kelly sat up on me, lifted herself up, bent my erection up, slid it into her vulva, located it into her vaginal opening and lowered herself onto it.

I was a bit taken aback by how easily it went in. There was no foreplay, no gentle bouncing to open up her vaginal passage, no pushing aside of velvety folds; just an receptive void, willing to effortlessly accept my fully aroused manhood. It told me she was as aroused as I was -- maybe more so.

But then, I'm not sure anyone could be in a more aroused state than I was at that moment. It now went well beyond that feeling of my manhood stretched to bursting. There was this beautiful, impossible to describe sensation, a wonderful feeling, of my manhood being given access, in the form of deep penetration, to the body of a woman I've silently lusted over for much of the last three months.

As for her arousal, her nipples had been telling me that from the moment I saw her in the kitchen; even through her loose fitting camisole. And now, as she settled herself down on my erection, she bent forward to display those hardened, extended, nipples and the beautiful breasts on which they sat right, in front of my face.

But her nipples were only part of it. Those perky breasts that had distracted me for the last three months now dangled right in front of my eyes. Large for her slender body even when she was standing up, gravity now made them look even bigger.

At the tip of their conical shape, her areola and nipples erotically displayed themselves in a way I'd never seen in other women. They were a little bit bigger than any nipples I'd seen before -- not that there had been many of them -- and their dark brown colour stood out clearly from her light olive skin. Her nipples in their aroused state were thicker and longer but the real icing on the erotic cake was the way her areola were puffed up.

As Kelly settled herself to start rubbing her clit along my pubis, I flicked my tongue across her hardened nipple before taking it into my mouth and sucking it. The slightly bigger size of it, combined with the puffed up areola, made sucking it a delight above and beyond any I'd experienced before.

Tweaking the other nipple with my hand, I bent my eyes to look down along my torso to where my manhood entered her beautiful body. For the most part, she was rocking back and forwards, but just occasionally she lift herself up a bit, letting me see the base of my erection where it entered her body.

There was something -- actually many things - about fucking Kelly that, even in my overwhelmed state, were strangely different to any previous sexual experience I'd had. One at this point was being amazed, as I looked down at her stomach, at the thought my erection was penetrated so deeply in her body that it must have come up to somewhere close to her navel. I stared at her otherwise flat stomach and slender body, wondering if I might even be able to see some sort of bulge caused by it, but of course, there wasn't one. It was something I'd never even thought about when I fucked the three other girls that had proceeded her and yet with Kelly, it was almost a thought I couldn't get out of my head.

I was surprised when, really quickly, Kelly started moaning. Quietly, as if she didn't want to wake our other flatmates. But it still gave me a sense of satisfaction that I was providing such pleasure to her.

As for me, she had almost no grip on my shaft. It was absolutely enjoying itself in the warmth of her body, but not being stimulated in a way that was going to make me come. That was good. The last thing I wanted to do was come prematurely. As far as I was concerned, the longer this sexual experience with Kelly went on, the better. In any case, the joy of sucking her nipples was more than enough to satisfy me for the time being.

So I was a bit surprised when it was Kelly who climaxed rather quickly. Way quicker than my previous girlfriend ever had.

Kelly kissed me on the cheek, put a pillow on the bed next to her bottom and, with me still fully penetrated and feeling the contractions of her vagina, rolled us both over, putting me on top and her bottom on the pillow.

Thinking she was setting up for 'my turn', I wondered how I could possibly draw this out further. I sensed, given the effect she has on me, I was likely to go off like a cheap cracker if I just started fucking her.

It turned out Kelly had other ideas. She asked me if I could use my cock to rake her g spot. Honestly, I'd never tried to give a girl a g spot orgasm. I sort of knew the principle, but hadn't had an opportunity to do it. But not wanting to let her down, and with her clearly having put the pillow under her bottom for just that reason, I just agreed, hoping I could wing it.

I moved down her body, withdrawing what I'd guess was about two thirds of my shaft from her vagina; but rather nicely putting her breasts within reach of my mouth as I did so.

I pushed my shaft half in, raking the bell of my erection as firmly as I could against the front wall of the lower part of her vagina.

To my surprise, since my education was that it takes a while to sensitise a woman's g spot, she responded with a 'nice'.

So, having apparently identified the right spot and stimulating it the right way, I just started thrusting the same way as the first time; using the bell of my erection to rub it firmly against that area.

I did it rather quickly; lifting my butt to extract some length of my shaft out of her, then dropping and twisting it forward, to slide my shaft back into her; surging it at the same time to rake it more firmly against her g spot. Doing it that way let me continue to suck her nipples as I fucked her g spot.

Just occasionally I had this overwhelming need to thrust my shaft fully into her. Why I needed to do that, over and above the wonderful feeling of it, I couldn't say. Kelly didn't seem to mind, it didn't seem to upset the stimulation of her g spot and about the only negative was the way I had to bend my neck to keep sucking on her nipple as I did it. What it did do was reinforce the rock hard, overstretched feeling of my cock; so it was well worth the effort.

For me, even just the feeling of stimulating her g spot was wonderful, as long as I kept most of the contact on the edge of the bell. If I pushed it in at an angle where the top of my shaft under the bell did the rubbing instead, I very quickly found myself starting to brew up. Until she climaxed, that was the last thing I wanted to do.

I was encouraged to be careful, because it was clear whatever I was doing was having a powerful effect on her. She quickly started moaning loudly; more than just loudly, it was completely uninhibitedly. Any concerns about waking our housemates had clearly been set aside.

Again, this was a completely new experience for me. No girl I'd had sex with had ever moaned like that. It encouraged me to keep thrusting her in the way that seemed to have the most effect.

But it wasn't for long. Way faster that I thought was possible, Kelly climaxed again, letting out something that can only be described as a scream as she squirted all over my thighs. Almost immediately, while I could still feel her contractions pummelling my shaft and she was still moaning, she pulled my bottom up, signalling I should fully penetrate her again, as she rather loudly demanded...

"Fuck me, fuck me hard."

It was with some reservation I took those words at their face value; but her hands on my bottom were conveying the same message. The reservation was simply being scared of hurting her. But her vagina was offering no resistance to what had happened until now. Indeed, it had responded wonderfully to it. Only the crashing end of my shaft reaching full penetration was the untested part of what would follow.

Lifting myself over her body, supporting my weight on my knees and outstretched arms, I pushed myself into full penetration as a starting point. My first couple of thrusts were measured. Long, moderately fast, firm thrusts which ended in the base of my shaft crashing into my Kelly's vulva, me grinning down at her as I watched her breasts wobble slightly as her body moved in response to the crashing stop of my thrust.

Even though she still wasn't gripping my shaft, it felt fantastic. Not in a 'I'm about to cum' way. More in a 'wow, my cock is getting to pound this beautiful woman' and the beautifully warm embrace her body offered it, way.

Her hands continued to encourage me to finish each thrust with a crushing stop, so, having passed the test, I unleashed on her with faster, continuous thrusts; staring at her breasts as they wobbled in a way that only Kelly deliberately exaggerating what I was doing to her could achieve.

Oh god, it was like I was in heaven. I had this incredibly beautiful woman under me, her whole body responding to my madly fucking of her in what I could only describe as the most manly way; her hands, her smile and what soon became her moans all encouraging me. And because she wasn't gripping me, it was like she was offering me a prolonged ride on her.

This felt way more than just rubbing my manhood in a girls vagina to trigger my climax. It's hard to explain; but it was like a flood of testosterone flooding my body, making my shaft harder and even more stretched to the point of bursting, while driving me to keep fucking her as she teased me with those wobbling breasts and the beautiful sensation of my shaft in her body.

Now I was the one groaning; partly because of the mere exertion of what I was doing, but equally as an unavoidable response to the sexual excitement I was feeling.

But my groans were nothing compare to Kelly's moans. Any possibility of our other flatmates not being aware of what we were up to had long since been left behind. Now she was getting loud enough to let the neighbours know too. Her moans were reaching a crescendo when it suddenly turned to nothing less than another scream.

She tried throwing her hips up, but they simply crashed into me, my weight pinning them down and me not having enough warning to give them room to move. And yet, still her hand told me to keep thrusting as she moaned, screamed and squirmed under me. Whatever sort of orgasm she was having was clearly a powerful one.

But things change when I felt her grip tighten around my shaft.

It was her signal that it was my turn. Having come this far and with some sort of sense of manly obligation arising out of what had happened so far, I slid my right hand under the small of her back and lifted up her lower torso; leaving me to support my upper torso entirely on the other hand. There was something really beautiful about embracing her slender body in this way as I kept thrusting, a little slower, but in much the same way as I had before; her hands still encouraging me.

But lifting her up had changed the angle of my thrusts. Even though my shaft was completely embraced by her body, I could sense I was once again rubbing more firmly against the front of her vagina.

Her moans told me I was stimulating her g spot again. That was nice, but by this point, my focus was very much on my own stimulation.

I can't explain how wonderful a sensation that every thrust and withdrawal of my shaft felt. By all rights I should have dumped my load in her by this stage. Maybe it was the fact her grip was enough, but not too much. Maybe it had something to do with the fact my manhood felt super engorged; harder, stiffer and with the skin of it stretched to the point of ripping itself apart.

I was groaning loudly in a way I couldn't hold back; her moans and my groans forming something of an out of tune choir. Lifting her butt even higher, I stared down at her gorgeous body under me; her pretty face and those wobbling breasts adding to a sensation that the mere use of the word pleasure couldn't even start to describe.

I found myself thrusting harder. Individual thrusts, rather than a constant pistioning; each one fully embraced within her vagina, rubbing firmly along the front of her vaginal wall until the base of my shaft crashed into her vulva, throwing her elevated body forward, her breasts wobbling as the hand under the small of her back reset her position as I pulled my shaft out just enough to prime it for the next thrust.

Oh god, I wish it could have gone on forever. I'd never had sex that felt anywhere near this good before. But things were starting to brew down there. My time was nearly up.

'Exploded' is such an overused word, but it was the only one that came close to describing the sensation of the first pulse of my climax. The groans became a loud, unbroken, drawn out 'OOOOOHHHHHHH'. Usually I simply hold my shaft at full penetration when I start to cum, but my body demanded something different this time. I delivered a number of thrusts, harder than before, each one almost in time with my pulses.

That did something to Kelly. She climaxed again -- or reactivated a previous one; who am I to know. But she screamed even louder than before, drowning out whatever noises I was making.

After four or five additional thrusts, I eased her butt back onto the bed, laid down on top of her, turned my head away from her to avoid my own moans deafening her ear as much as hers were deafening mine, and just lay there as pulse after pulse of my climax drained my balls.

As it turned out, my climax lasted longer than hers. I was still moaning long after she stopped; little jerky thrusts I made from time to time extending it even longer.

Eventually it stopped.

For a moment, I just laid there, still and silent on top of her; still enjoying the sensation of an overstretched erection being embraced in her vagina. I'd got up in the early morning to find a torch and instead had the best sexual experience of my life.

What happens now? Was this a one off, or the start of something?

I said the only thing I could think of...

"That was the best sex I've ever had in my life."

Kelly in response told me she'd never had multiple orgasms before.

We fell into silence again. My erection was showing no sign of surrendering its hardness and I felt no inclination to remove it from Kelly's body; at least unless she told me so. But she didn't, so I left it there.

In the end, it was the realisation this was a work day and we were both running a bit late in our preparation that brought us to action. I pulled out my erection and gave her a kiss on her cheek. It still wasn't going down as I helped her sit upright and get of of bed.

It was still hard as I walked naked through the living room to my own bedroom, displaying it to the other two female flatmates as I walked past them.

We were in a hurry now, but it was clear there was some talking to do that evening.