Marty tiptoed through the corridor, not wanting to disturb anyone in the
household. It was nearly midnight, and he fully expected his roommate, Jenny, to
be asleep. But, as he rounded the corner, he saw light emitting from under her
door. Suddenly, he wanted to talk to her, although usually that was a concept
that he really didn't like. He wished at times that he hadn't answered the ad
for a roommate, particularly when Jenny went off on one of her egotistical
diatribes. And yet, now he really wanted to talk to her. He tapped lightly on
her door, but almost inaudibly, being that he didn't want to attract attention
to himself from the other occupants. He wasn't ready to start answering
questions about why he was so late. Jenny wasn't answering, but then again she
probably couldn't hear him, either. Then he remembered how he could get her
attention without the risk of waking anyone else. Since his room was adjacent to
Jenny's, and there was only one level to the house, he was able to leave his
room via the window, and knock on her window and none would hear. He went into
his room, put his affairs away, and went out the window. Unfortunately, her
window was closed, but why would the shutters be open at midnight? He was about
to knock on the wooden shutters, arm raised, when he noticed something. There
was a small hole in the shutters, and for just a second, he saw Jenny. He held
his fist in the air as he saw that she was preparing for bed. Sitting on the
bed, her jeans half pulled off, she was massaging her feet. She drew her legs
onto the bed, and slid the jeans off. The hole was too small and the angle was
off, but he could still see enough to know how shapely her legs were. Instantly,
he felt guilty. He tiptoed as best as he could back into his room, and stood
there for a second. He thought about what he had seen, and then thought that he
probably wouldn't get into a situation like this again. he climbed back out the
window, and tiptoed carefully to hers. He looked for her on the bed, but she
wasn't there. A little disappointed, he started to turn to leave, when he saw
her standing with her back to him. She was looking in the closet for something
to wear. As she stood there, he watched her as her hands absent-mindedly roamed
over her body. Her long fingernails slid easily underneath the elastic of her
panties, and she pulled the light blue silk material out from between her
buttocks. Her fingers began to trace around her hips, and as she felt her inner
thigh, she looked down from the closet. Briefly, she put both hands between her
legs. Then, she reached up and grabbed a sweatshirt. She turned and walked over
to the bed. Facing the window, unaware of her voyeur, she took off her shirt.
She traced her fingernails down her neck, and then unclasped her bra. Her
breasts fell free, and Marty was surprised to realize that he was looking at the
body as he had never seen before. He was even more surprised to find out that
she was perfectly proportioned. She closed her eyes, and cupped her breasts in
her hands. Marty could tell she was exciting herself, as her nipples drew
taught. With one finger on each nipple, she caressed underneath lightly. She
then opened her eyes, and walked around the bed. For one fleeting instant, Marty
thought she had seen him, and worried that she was going to open the shutters
and expose him. Instead, he moved to another split in the wood, and saw that she
was preening herself in the glass, wearing only the blue panties. She placed her
hands on her flat stomach, and stood on her tiptoes. She pivoted on one foot,
and faced the glass. Marty saw her hands snake down her legs, and then come up
between her thighs. One hand felt over her breasts, while the other traced down
the elastic of the panties between her torso and her thigh. Just as it reached
dead center, she turned and walked back to the bed. She lifted the sweatshirt
she had chosen up over her head, and picked up a pair of shorts. A little
disappointed that Jenny stopped herself, Marty returned to his room. He closed
his shutters almost all the way, but leaving them open a crack. The heat was on,
and his room had the habit of becoming a sauna. He went out into the hallway,
and knocked on Jenny's door. She invited him in, and he entered. They talked
briefly for a while, then Jenny made it clear she wanted to go to sleep. Marty
left, still thinking about what he had seen. He turned on the lamp next to his
bed. It was softer than the main light, and cast dark shadows throughout the
room. The streetlight from outside shone in a long vertical strip on the wall.
Marty took off his pants, and pulled off his socks. He pulled off his rugby, and
stood at the foot of his bed in his briefs. He pulled them down to his ankles,
and kicked them off. He stretched, clasping his hands together over his head.
"It's cold outside, isn't it?" he asked. When he got no response, he walked over
to the window, and threw open the shutters, almost knocking over Jenny. "Please
come in," he said. "It's kind of cold standing here nude." Jenny walked in
through the window, stunned. "How did you know I was there?" she asked,
incredulous. "You blocked the light of the streetlamp," Marty said, indicating
the light on the wall. He turned to face her, his dick saluting in the air. "Do
you like what you came to see?" he asked. She nodded. He stepped forward, and
kissed her. He pulled off her sweatshirt, and once more her breasts fell where
he could see them. He cupped them with his hands, as he had seen her do it. She
pushed down her shorts, and stepped out of them. She rested one hand on his ass,
and took his stiff prick in her hand. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around
him. He felt his hardness briefly touch her wet center, and he jumped a little.
She rested the head against her soft hole, and moved her hand to his chest.
Still, they kissed. Her tongue explored his mouth, and his hands supported her
against his body. And then a strange thing happened. At least, it was strange
for Marty; it had never happened before to him. With one leg lifted and wrapped
around Marty, Jenny's opening twisted just enough to let Marty's head enter a
little. With surprising ease, the bulbous head slid into Jenny's warmth, and
then stopped. Neither one of them pushed or pulled, but remained as they were.
Marty continued to massage Jenny's breasts, which heaved under his gentile
touch. Marty leaned forward, and nibbled on Jenny's ear. He began kissing her
neck, and Jenny began to feel the strain on her leg. Soon, she would have to
lead him to the bed, or rather simply fall on it, since it was right behind him.
Still, there was something she wanted to do. With surprising strength, she
lifted her leg even more, and caught her ankle with her opposite hand,
effectively entrapping Marty. By doing so, she felt Marty's shaft start to slide
into her. This time, she pulled her leg towards him, pushing him all the way
into her up to the hilt. Just then, she felt her leg give. They fell backwards
onto the bed. Jenny's leg behind Marty acted as a lever, forcing him into her
even more. The base of his shaft spread her lips wider, and Jenny felt a
pleasure/pain surge through her core. Marty sat up, and took Jenny's breast in
his mouth. He flicked his tongue along the underside of the nipple. With each
pass of the tongue, she gasped. Using her leg as a lever, she lifted herself off
of him, and then pulled herself back down onto his rod. Lifting herself off
again, she felt the head quiver just at the sensitive entrance to her body. She
tried to control her body enough to squeeze only the head, but it was too wet.
It kept sliding either inside of her, or falling just outside of her lips. And
yet, she could tell that Marty was enjoying it; he fell back on his back, and
closed his eyes with his mouth wide open, gulping air. Then, at that point, her
lips grabbed a hold of the head. Jenny groaned as she felt the waves of ecstasy
of the hard bar solidly kept within her sensitive grasp. If her eyes had been
open, she would have seen Marty's eyes nearly fall out. Like a hawk, she swept
down on him again, feeling the burning hardness of the intruder as it slid
against her inner walls. Already, her breathing was becoming labored and
difficult. She looked at Marty, and knew that he was doing his best just to stay
conscious. She smiled as she understood that she controlled him. She pumped him
into her several times, until he was pushing into her with an increasing rhythm.
His breathing began to get very loud, and his rod began to quiver. All at once,
she pulled off of him, hovering precariously. His prick wavered in the air,
pulsating with each heartbeat. He looked at her, as if she were mad.. She simply
smiled. He looked for a way to move, but with her leg around him, he was
hopelessly trapped. At that point, she swallowed him again, and then released
him. He clasped one hand over his eyes, resigned to his torture. Down, and then
quickly back up again, he was beginning to feel frustrated, as each plunge into
her was leaving him worse off instead of better. Once more she swallowed him
whole, and then hovered above him. Quickly, before she could set her balance, he
pushed her onto her back on the bed. "Now it's your turn," he said with a
malicious grin. He opened the drawer to his bedside bureau, and picked out two
ties. Quickly, and forcibly, he tied her to the bedpost. Slowly, he kissed her
breasts, then ravaged them. He sucked gently on her nipples, then nibbled on
them softly. She began to write and fight her bounds. Marty put one hand on her
thigh, and began caressing the skin, coming ever so close to her center, but
refusing to touch her there. Then, he knelt before her, and kissed her inner
thigh. Then he moved to the other thigh, a little higher up, and kissed there.
He ran his tongue down the crevice between her inner thigh and her pouting lips.
Still, maddeningly, he would not kiss her there. She tried to move her hips so
that he would have to kiss her there, but he wouldn't let her do that. Gently,
he flicked his tongue through her hair, pulling softly at it with his teeth.
That way, through the tension caused by the pulling of her hair, she felt her
skin moving. Unfortunately, it made her worse off than before, just like her
antics made Marty suffer. "Please," she whispered. "What?" he asked, even though
he knew exactly what she had said. "Please," she repeated. "Please what?" he
grinned. "Please eat me," she swallowed hard. Marty flattened his tongue, and
dove into her sex. As the first wave of relief flowed over her, Jenny sighed.
Then she began to move her hips in motion with Marty's tongue. Marty curled his
tongue around her clit, and flicked the tip rapidly over it. The ties strained
as she pulled involuntarily at her constraints, groaning. Marty began to suck,
and alternately flick his tongue over her hole and clit. Jenny began thrusting
back into Marty's face. "Ohh," she cried. "I think I'm coming." Think? Marty
asked to himself. He quickened his pace, and Jenny thrust back at his mouth with
more and more force. "Ohhh," Jenny cried again.. "Marty, fuck me!!" Marty
crawled up to her, and swiftly entered her. Indeed, she was already coming, her
muscles squeezing and pulling violently at his rod. He thrust into her several
times, and felt the familiar rush flow from between his legs, through his shaft,
and into her. Jenny nearly doubled over, prevented only by her constraints, when
the warm fluid hit her full force. Slowly, they slowed their rhythm, and Marty
released Jenny's bonds before collapsing on her chest. He looked up at her, and
she smiled back. Maybe his decision to answer the ad wasn't so bad after all.
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