My Lesbian Roommate

The next few days, they were both naked around the house. He'd see Kristina in the kitchen doing dishes, ass jiggling as she scrubbed, and lean against the fridge and just watch her. They'd make conversation and she'd push her ass back, showing off her tight little asshole, and her flushed, wet pussy peeking out from the thick thatch of pubes. He'd stand there and stare at her, cock throbbing, imagining just how good it would feel to take the step forward and slide into her tight, willing, cunt.

But he didn't. There was something arousing about the thin veneer of respectability. They pretended they were just two roommates, hanging out, in the nude, constantly staring at each other's bodies, in a state of constant arousal. What was wrong with that?

Jenn, too, loomed in his mind. It was clear Kristina and him had crossed a line--Jenn was across the country while Kristina put herself on display, literally dripping wet at the sight of his cock--but to take the next step and fuck her...he fantasized about it, but he wasn't sure he could actually do it and potentially destroy their marriage.

Still. He pushed things. He'd brush his hand on her shoulder when she walked by, thrilled by the small exhale she made whenever he did. He'd find excuses to squeeze past her in tight areas of the house, brushing his hard-on across her ass, sometimes leaving small streaks of precum. The first time he did so, she stiffened, surprised, but as it continued, she began to relax into him, rubbing her ass or breasts against him. She started rubbing the small trails of pre into her skin, or wiping it off and licking her finger. Eventually she started to "stumble," and he'd pull her into him and "accidentally" grab her ass, or feel up her tits, enjoying the way she'd moan, and melt into him, before pulling away, face red.

Eventually, the dam broke. One afternoon, he came up behind her as she was chopping vegetables, and rested his cock in between her ass as he reached up above her for a cup in the cupboard. She closed her eyes and pushed back on him, sliding his cock further down until it was firmly between her cheeks, leaving a trail of precum on her lower back and leaving him with his balls resting on the wet mess of her soaking, hairy cunt. He could feel the heat of her pussy, and stood there for a moment enjoying the feeling of her warm body against his, both of them sweating in the summer heat. Gradually, he withdrew, sliding his cock through her cheeks, letting his tip drag across her asshole before he pulled back, sighing. They were both breathing heavily. Kristina turned, sweating, and looked longingly at his cock for a moment, before she turned and left the kitchen, and he heard her going upstairs.

He stood there for a moment, confused, and rubbed some of her pussy juice off of his balls and onto his tip, and started absentmindedly stroking himself. Then he heard Kristina moaning, upstairs.

He walked up the stairs, sweating, his cock leading the way. Her bedroom door was open, and he could hear her clearly. He walked slowly down the hall, gently tugging on his cock, unsure about what he was about to do. She had to hear him: the floor creaked with every step he took. But she continued, moans intensifying. He got to the threshold of her door, and paused for a moment, savoring her moans and the wet sound of her fingers on her pussy. "Fuck it," he thought, and pushed in, to be greeted by one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen.

Kristina was laying on her bed, legs spread, aggressively rubbing her clit with two fingers. Her heart shaped face was red and scrunched in pleasure, mouth open. The flush of sex had spread to her chest, stopping just above where her large natural breasts pooled on her body. Her hand was busy between her legs, and as he moved around the bed to see her vagina, she looked up, shuddered in pleasure, and stared at his cock as she continued to masterbate. He got to the foot of the bed, and had a gloriously unobstructed view of her cunt.

Her fat outer lips were engorged, and her cunt was red and blooming out, surrounded by her thick pubes. He stared at her cunt, the sheen of her lube on her labia, her fingers rubbing her clit hood, occasionally dipping into her wet hole for more lubrication. He could smell her, that glorious, musky smell of a woman, and he felt himself dialing in, everything except the woman in front of him leaving his mind.

He started working his cock faster, fist moving up and down, a little lubed by his pre. Kristina stared at it, biting her lip, breathing heavily as she rubbed her clit. They stood like this for a while, a few feet from each other, each masterbating in deep concentration of the other's body. Aaron took a step forward, then another, until his hand and cock were inches from Kristina's pussy and hand. He could feel how hot she was. They looked into each other's eyes, communicating the need, the joy, the desire, the delight, each caught up in the moment.

He could imagine how good her cunt would feel if he moved that extra inch, sliding his cock in. But he was unwilling to go further. There was still some plausible deniability--this wasn't cheating, just mutual masterbation. They'd both be doing it anyways, they just happened to be doing it in the same room, his cock hovering over her cunt.

He felt an orgasm coming, and imagined how angry Jenn would be if he came on her wife. The thought pushed him over the edge, and he came, hard, shooting globs of white cum onto Kristina's belly and cunt, his semen landing in her dark pubes and on her hand. She moaned in when the first drops hit her, and started jilling faster, rubbing his cum into her clit. She lifted her legs up as her moans crescendoed into a lusty whine, until she finally came, whole body shaking, pussy spasming. Breathing hard, the two of them looked at each other. One last drop of cum dropped off Aaron's cock directly onto her clit, and she shuddered deeply and closed her eyes.

As the orgasm faded, he wasn't sure what to say. He looked at his lesbian roommate, her pussy and stomach covered in his cum, and felt cock threatening to harden again. "Sorry about the mess," was the best he could come up with. She started giggling, peals of laughter shaking her body.

"It's fine," she said. "I'm used to cleaning up after you." She reached a finger down, scooped up some of his cum off of her stomach, and sucked it. "And this I don't mind cleaning up."

"Should we talk about this?"

Kristina sighed, scooping more cum off her stomach, and thought. "Eventually. Before... before Jenn comes back. But not now. We're just roommates. None of this has to mean anything. At least not for the next few days."

Aaron raised his eyebrows, but he wasn't willing to push the issue further. "Sure," he said. "Just roommates."

Kristina's phone lit up on her nightstand, and they looked at it. It was Jenn. Aaron grimaced, feeling guilty, and backed away from Kristina. She picked up her phone, and took one last long look at his deflated cock as she answered in her familiar bubbly tone. "Hello, my love!"

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The next morning, he was in the shower, and he heard the bathroom door open. Unsure of what to do, he froze, and heard the door close again. In a second, the shower curtain opened, and there was Kristina, naked, smiling. "Hey," she said, "can I join you?"

He paused, cock already hardening, but unsure.

"I just really need to cool off," she said, looking down at his dick.

"Um, sure," he said, and stepped back to let her in.

She stepped into the shower, water rushing down her curves, and wetting down her black hair. They stood, looking at each other, as steam filled the room. She was breathing heavily, staring at his now fully erect cock. The bubbliness was gone, replaced by a familiar dazed look.

"Kristina?" he asked, enjoying the effect he had on her.

"Sorry," she said, looking back up at him, staring into his eyes with an innocence that made his heart melt. "I...haven't seen that many penises. And, there's something about yours that does something to me. I thought I was a lesbian, but when I saw your cock in the bathroom, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I wanted to see it again." She paused. "I wanted to make you hard so I could see it through your shorts, then I wanted to get you naked so I could watch the way it moved. I got so wet when I saw you come downstairs and get hard because of me, because of my body. I wanted to be sexy for you, to turn you on, to see your body and your cock and the way you looked at me. When I heard you masturbating, I fantasized it was for me. Yesterday, I left my door open so you'd come in, and I'd know it was for me. When I felt your cum hit my body... I came harder than I ever have. Jenn...Jenn doesn't make me feel that way. And now, after seeing you cum, all I can think about is making you cum. Myself." She looked down, vulnerable.

Aaron stared at her, water running down her breasts, and touched her chin, bringing her face up to his. "That's beautiful," he said, and she smiled, brighter than he had ever seen. "You deserve this, Kristina. Getting to watch you these past few days, seeing your body, the way you move around me, the way you look at me...You seem happy. And I want you to be happy."

He tilted her head up and kissed her, other arm against her waist, pulling her warm, wet body against him. Water pooled between their chests as their lips met, enjoying the first few electric moments. They made out for a long time, taking the opportunity to fully indulge in the bodies they had spent so many days admiring. He grabbed her ass, enjoying the firm, full softness of it, and cupped her heavy breasts in his hands. She ran her hands over his shoulders and chest, feeling his muscles as they moved against her.

Eventually, they separated. Kristina looked down at his cock, then gently reached for it. "Wait," he said, when she was almost there. "I want to watch you when you touch my cock for the first time" She looked up at him, water on her face. When her small hand reached his shaft, her lips parted slightly, and she closed her eyes. She gently moved her hand along his shaft, making contact with her fingertips, lost in how it felt. She traced the side of his bulging middle vein down to his balls, then came up the other side, circling his shaft. It seemed like she was assessing it, feeling it out, trying to understand this thing that had captivated her attention for the past week. Eventually she wrapped her hand around it, minute fingers barely closing around his girth. He let out a soft "fuck" as she did, and she smiled with pleasure, thrilled at the effect she was having.

She gently squeezed it, and murmured, almost to herself: "you're so hard."

He put his hands on her shoulders, pulling her closer, and whispered: "Because of you."

She sighed happily, and nuzzled her face into his neck, her warm breasts pressing against his chest, water pooling between them. "I want to make you cum," she said, "Can you teach me?"

He nodded. "Stroke it," he said. "Focus on the head." She did so, but, though the water helped, it was jerky and rough. She was inexperienced. "Softer," he whispered in her ear, and she loosened her grip. "Good girl," he told her, and she pushed into him. He wrapped his arms around her as she stroked his cock, enjoying the feeling of her serving him.

"I want to see it up close," she whispered, and he nodded. She dropped to her knees slowly, leaving her hands on his cock, and kept stroking, wet sounds from her hands mingling with the noise of the shower. She stroked him slowly, staring at the way his skin moved along his cock as she tugged at it. He could feel her breath on his cock, water dripping down her face into it. She took her hands off his dick, and let it return to a resting position, seemingly to get a better look at it from her new angle. "It's so beautiful," she told him. She ran her fingers along it again.

"It feels good when you cup the balls," he told her, and she nodded raptly, bringing her left hand around to his sack and taking it gingerly in her hand.

He moaned at the combination of the warmth of her hand and the water, and she looked up at him, smiling. "Is that good?"

He grunted his assent, and she began to gently fondle his balls, cupping them and moving them lightly in her hands. He moaned again, astonished at how fast his lesbian roommate had learend how to worship his cock.

She was stroking him faster now, a deep flush spreading from her face down to her breasts. She was breathing heavily, and her mouth opened, and she moved towards his rod, and slowly licked up his shaft. "Fuck," he said, and she did it again, her warm, wet, tounge moving up the length of his cock, one hand on his balls, and one still jerking the tip.

She licked him again, and, instead of stopping, took her hand off, and put his tip into her mouth. She held her mouth there, as if unsure what to do, the head of his cock inside her, one hand still caressing his nuts. She looked up at him questioningly, and he stroked her hair, telling her: "You're amazing, Kristina. Just do what feels right."

She closed her eyes in pleasure, and sunk herself down onto his dick. He bottomed out in her small mouth quickly, and saw her gag as his cock hit the back of her throat. She stayed there for a second, eyes closed, trying to push him in further. She started tearing up, moisture blending with the shower, and, after a few seconds, he gently pulled her off his cock. "That takes practice. Just focus on what's easy. You'll get there eventually." She nodded, and started jerking him off again. She moved her head underneath him, and licked his balls from his taint up to his shaft, making him shudder with pleasure. She kept her head there, gently licking and sucking his balls as she jerked him, and he relaxed into the feel of her mouth and her hand and the warm water running down his chest.

She started sucking his cock again, still unable to deepthroat, but working it with obvious enthusiasm, bobbing her head on his dick, gagging every time it hit the back of her throat, and swirling her tongue as she mouthfucked him. She looked up at him plaintively as she did so, wet hair messy around her face. It was beautiful. He stroked the back of her hair as she mouthfucked him, and she mewled with pleasure.

Soon enough, he felt his cock and balls tighten, and he came, deep into her mouth, the intensity and volume enhanced by the massage she had been giving his balls the whole time. Kristina moaned as his cum filled her mouth, and held his cock there as he started to deflate. Slowly, she pulled herself off, careful to keep as much of his cum in her mouth as she could. He watched as she stayed kneeling on the shower floor, eyes closed, swishing his cum around in her mouth, before finally swallowing.

She looked up at him, still on her knees. "That was amazing. You filling my mouth; being on my knees; you stroking my hair; feeling you cum in my mouth, knowing I caused it...Even the taste of your cum!" She moved her head to his crotch and started nuzzling his flaccid dick with her face, licking it playfully and moving it around with her nose, water streaming down her head. "This is what I want, Aaron. I want you to teach me how to serve your cock, how to make you feel as good as possible. I need more of this, and I know you can give it to me. "

He looked down at the gorgeous woman underneath him, on her knees, and could hardly believe it. "What about Jenn?"

She groaned, still licking at his dick. "We'll figure it out. I'll figure out some way to make this work. I have to. But I don't know yet. For now, I just want to enjoy this moment."

He shrugged, and leaned back, feeling another erection growing as Kristina tended to his cock.

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After that, she hardly left him alone. He'd get home to find her kneeling by the door, naked; big tits pushed together between her arms, ready to suck his cock. She'd sneak into his room at night and cuddle up in bed next to him, slowly caressing him until he woke up with a raging hard on, a thick thatch of pubes in his face, and a lesbian's hot mouth on his cock. She would beg him to let her suck his cock while he was reading or eating dinner, and he rarely denied her. They say there's no greater fanatic than a convert, and Kristina was proving that.

Still, he hadn't fucked her. He wasn't sure why. It just didn't seem right. All Kristina seemed to want was to suck his cock, and he enjoyed how servile she was with his dick in her mouth. She had always been submissive, both to Jenn and to him, but something about his dick had completed a circuit in her. She did truly seem to be living for it.

Kristina-the-person seemed to be pushed aside by Kristina-the-slave. She rarely talked, except to ask for dick. She spent much of her free time cleaning the house, now including his room, and she had started cooking for him. He'd come down to make dinner, and find her cooking, in nothing but an apron, tits barely covered and her gorgeous ass hanging out of the back. She'd smile, and ask if he wanted any of what she was making. He'd say yes, and she'd suck his cock while he ate, often asking him to cum on her food before she ate it.

She seemed happier than he'd ever seen her. Her anxiety had been replaced by bliss, and she sang beautifully and loudly as she went about her day.

Still, he wondered if this was sustainable. Jenn would be back eventually, and though she and Kristina talked on the phone relatively often without any apparent change in Kristina's enthusiasm for her new role, he doubted that Jenn would accept the new arrangement between him and her wife, and he wondered if Kristina could handle the schism that would inevitably arise when her old life and her new one collided.

Unsure of what else to do, he decided to fuck her. He was committed, at this point, to Kristina's ongoing transformation, and if giving him a blowjob had brought her this far, he wanted to see what a good fuck could do. Plus, if there really was some way she could deal with Jenn, he thought taking things to their conclusion now would strengthen her resolve.

He wanted it to feel special; wanted her to feel like fucking him was the culmination of her training. She had gotten good at sucking cock, so he pushed her to learn to deep throat. He enjoyed watching her gag on his substantial dick as she pushed herself into it, the extra lube generated by her spit, and how it dripped down her face.

He had expected the process to take a while, but the prospect of becoming better at sucking cock had kicked Kristina into overdrive. Now, when her clumsy attempts at deep throating inevitably led to his orgasm, she wouldn't leave, as she had in the past. Instead, she'd stay on her knees, or in his bed, or whatever position she had been sucking his cock in, and coax it hard again; waiting, at first, until his sensitivity had died down, then licking and fondling his flaccid cock until she could keep practicing. Aaron found that the resulting erection had less to do with her ministrations than the concept that he had somehow stumbled into a lesbian so in love with his cock that there was nothing she wanted to do more than learn how to deep throat. Of course, her massive tits, jiggling ass, and dripping wet cunt didn't hurt.

Eventually, she learned. He came home from work to find Kristina kneeling by the door, as she often was, and started undoing his pants instinctively. When he had gotten them off, she attacked his cock, nearly effortlessly sliding the entirety of his thick 8 inch dick into her. It felt incredible, and looked amazing, her nose pressed against his belly, her mouth stretched open wide with his cock. She held him there for a while, until she needed air. After a few deep breaths, she smiled proudly. "I spent the whole day practicing," she said. "I wanted to surprise you when you came home."