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Previously: After “accidentally” being sent an erotic photo of his busty sister, hyper-spermic Stevie learns she’s coming back home. To his surprise, she brought a friend who happened to stumble in on him as he shot a huge puddle of cum on his chest.
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I would eventually learn the roommate, Millie, couldn’t go home because her parents tested positive for coronavirus. But at that moment, I didn’t know who this strange girl was or why she had one eyebrow raised as she stared at the thick, white puddle on my chest instead of just covering her mouth and running out embarrassed.
Her curly brown hair was tied into pigtails, and her face was covered in freckles, especially on the ridge of her nose. Her pale skin also looked like she might be mixed race, or biracial… whatever it’s called. (Like I said, I get focused on things that don’t matter.)
I grabbed my shirt and held it close, mopping up some of the cum from my chest but ultimately leaving plenty to wash off in the shower. “I’m sorry,” I said, pulling up my pants.
She just smirked, making a “Hmm,” sound as she turned around and left.
My heart started racing and I could barely think straight. I couldn’t help but watch her ass as she left. She wore yoga pants that hugged a round, phat booty (god, I’m embarrassing). If her bust was a 32, her hips were at least a 40.
After getting myself together and cleaned up in the shower, I put on basketball shorts and one of my geeky t-shirts (I think Deadpool, or something like that). As I walked down the stairs, my heart raced. What if that girl told everyone what she saw? Or even worse, what if Taylor had been with her and already left when I opened my eyes? I imagined my parents calling me a pervert and kicking me out. My dad had already told me I had to move out in the fall, corona or not. And Mom was actually my step-mom, so she wouldn’t stick by me if Dad laid down the hammer.
I felt queasy when I heard Taylor’s unmistakeable laughter. Then Dad laughed, too. When I walked into the room, they were talking about something else altogether and greeted me as if nothing happened. My nerves untensed a smidge and I breathed a sigh of relief. They all turned and welcomed me in. That’s when Taylor ran in for a hug. In the all the years before, I had never thought about her large bust when we hugged, probably because she’d usually bend towards me for the hug to leave a couple inches space (“Leave room for Jesus,” as my middle school Math teacher said at dances. Instead, hugged me close, pulling my chest into hers and even practically holding her crotch next to my leg, too. Or maybe I was imagining things.
“This is Millie.”
Millie held out her hand palm down, like in an old movie when the girl wants the guy to kiss her fingers. I gave it a coldfish handshake (because of course I did), and I could tell in her eyes that she relished seeing me embarrassed.
“That’s such a pretty name,” Mom said. Then they all explained the situation about Millie’s parents and the other “back home” small talk. “Steven, she’ll be staying in Taylor’s kocaeli escort room.”
“On the floor,” Dad said. “Steve, help her get the sleeping bag from the attic.”
“Sure,” I said. I nodded for her to follow me.
My pace picked up as I could feel her tailing me closely up the stairs. Maybe she wanted to just forget what she saw. “So,” I said, “How do you know Taylor?”
We reached the top of the stairs when Millie said, without lowering her voice, “I suck her tits.”
I stopped and had to turn around because I must’ve misheard her. She kept walking until she was right against me. I hadn’t realized, when I first saw her while lying on the bed, she was about my height, 5’9″. She grabbed the crotch of my basketball shorts and my dick sprung to attention. “I said…” Her thick, juicy lips were right next to mine. Her breath smelled sweet and… creamy? “… I suck on her tits.”
The blood drained from my head. I breathed heavily as Millie reached through one of my short legs and gripped my shaft. I had to close my eyes for a second. I had to be dreaming. She slowly pumped my foreskin up and down and I just focused on the feeling of this sudden pleasure from this strange, beautiful girl. I kept my eyes closed, feeling myself getting close to erupting, when I uttered, without thinking, “Taylor…”
Millie stopped stroking me and I opened my eyes. She wasn’t smiling that smirk from earlier, but she also wasn’t mad. She just nodded her head towards the hallway. “We’d better get that sleeping bag.”
My heart sank as we walked up the hallway and pulled the ceiling string to unfurl the attic ladder. “You want… uh.”
“I’ll wait here,” Millie said.
I couldn’t decide on her tone. Honestly, I just wanted to get the sleeping bag and get back to the group. I had a bunch of chores to do and I’d procrastinated and jerked off instead of doing them. So I got her sleeping bag from the attic and returned to the kitchen. Dad and Taylor were arguing about something. They always did that, but it was always relatively light. Dad’s really conservative, Taylor isn’t. I don’t know anything about politics, so I manage to survive.
“Steve,” Dad says, looking over. “You’re burning daylight.” That was his hint to mow the lawn and clean the gutters.
“Yes, sir.”
I smiled at Taylor as I left. “Good to see you,” I said. I went upstairs to put on my ratty work jeans. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, Taylor called out to me, “We’ll have to catch up later!”
The push mower used to be self-propelled but that part broke and Dad said this was a better workout. I would’ve been annoyed, but I don’t have the university gym anymore. I just listened to music and tried not to think about Millie, or Taylor (what did she mean by “Catch up”? What did she mean by “later”?) And it wasn’t too hard because it was about 90 degrees and humid. (Why’d Millie say she sucked Taylor’s tits? Was she messing with me?) I took a water break after finishing the yard. I didn’t see Taylor or Millie in the kitchen or living room.
I got the extendable ladder to clean kocasinan escort the gutters. It’s a two-story house, so Mom always gets worried about me. When I first climbed up, she stood at the bottom, holding onto the sides like it mattered. “Be careful, Stevie!”
I wanted to yell something sarcastic back but then, before reaching the top, I saw through the windows to Taylor’s room. It was a guest room now, so instead of her emo band posters and anime cat sheets, Mom had turned everything some sort of white, brown, or beige. I looked into mom’s “church” guestroom and saw Taylor topless, holding Millie to her chest. And Millie, sure enough, was sucking on Taylor’s right breast.
I almost fell backwards.
“Careful!” Mom yelled.
I gripped the gutter and steadied myself. I yelled down, “I’m fine, Mom!” When I looked back through the window, the blinds were closed.
I finished the rest of my chores and could smell my own musk emanating from me. It was starting to get dark and everyone was already at the dinner table. I really needed another shower, but my belly growled.
“Hey, Stevie!” Taylor called for me. She held up a piece of BBQ chicken. When we lived together, it was Taylor’s favorite food. I smiled, happy that Mom and Dad were giving her such a welcoming meal.
Millie and Taylor sat across from the only empty seat. With Dad at the head of the table, that meant I’d sit next to Mom. I know some girls love the scent of a hard-working man, but more than anything, I was happier Taylor and Millie weren’t close enough to smell me.
I had a seat and plated my meal. Taylor and Millie clinked wine glasses. I pointed at their glasses and turned to Dad. “Do I get one?”
“Ha!” Dad said, mouth full of mashed potatoes. “This isn’t France.”
“Actually,” Taylor said, “19-year-olds can legally drink in most places outside this puritanical country.”
They had some casual banter, back and forth, about socialists and fascists, and other stuff I wasn’t really paying attention to because, at some point during their debate, I felt someone’s foot riding up my leg.
I made eye contact with Millie. She turned away. But the foot kept inching up my jeans, eventually getting to my crotch.
So I don’t know if you’ve ever had a woman play footsie like in a porno, but it’s not especially erotic when you’re wearing tight, torn denim. If anything, it just made my hard-on beg for an escape from my pants. It was torture.
After dinner I went to the shower and tried jerking off. Right before climax, I heard something and tore the curtains back. Through the thick steam, I swore I saw the door close, but I didn’t hear it latch. After that I didn’t feel comfortable enough to finish.
In the living room, Taylor and Millie were watching some horror movie on Netflix. I sat on the couch across from them.
“This is my favorite part,” Millie said.
They were on the couch cuddling, the way girls always do with their best friends. Considering what I saw through the windows (maybe I was seeing things?), it looked more like a romantic kolej escort couple than two besties.
I decided we could talk later. I didn’t really care for horror movies so I said, “Night, everyone,” and went to my room.
Even with the ceiling fan on high, it was too hot for the comforter. I tossed it off and just lay there, in my boxer briefs. Now that I had a minute to settle down, I finally started thinking everything over. I reached down and pulled my dick out through the “pee hole” of the underwear.
I gathered some of the sweat from my chest and stomach for lube. It’s not as slick but felt good feeling something wet on my throbbing hard cock. I just imagine Taylor’s mouth on it, slurping it up as I played with her heaving tits, pinching the nipples, sucking on them.
I opened my eyes and saw a figure over top of me. The only light emanated from some electronics, so I couldn’t see who it was. But they crawled into bed with me and I soon saw those pigtails, still tied in her hair. “Millie…”
I reached for the covers, but Millie sidled up next to me on my other pillow. “Keep going,” she whispered.
My pulse picked up. I’d never jerked off with a girl next to me. She lifted her shirt up to her neck and played with her rock-hard nipples. I reached one hand over to play with her small, perky breasts and pinch those amazing, puffy nipples.
She moaned.
“Shhh!” I said.
My bedroom’s on the second story with Taylor’s. Mom and Dad were downstairs. “It’s fine,” Millie said. “Taylor knows I’m here.”
The thought sent a cold chill down my spine. She knew Millie was here? Was she touching herself, rubbing her clit while I stroked? Squeezing her hard nipples while I fondled Millie’s? Without even thinking, I leaned over and sucked on Millie’s luscious nipple, licking her bumpy areola. I swear it tasted like peaches.
Millie reached down and grabbed my cock. I laid back and let her stroke me. I couldn’t contain it much more. I felt a wave of euphoria about to hit. “I’m gonna cum,” I said.
“I want it.”
I instantly blew a thick rope straight into the air. It landed with a plop on my dick (with Millie’s hand still stroking) right as the next rope shot up. Then another.
Millie moaned.
She kept stroking, lubed with cum. Another rope shot up, leaving a pool on my stomach, dribbling over the sides onto my bed. I wish I had warned her first.
“So it’s true,” Millie said, slowing down for the last few jerks. “She said you had hyperspermia. I just had to see it again for myself.” She wiped her hands on the last dry spot on my chest. “Well…” She held up her pearly glazed hand to my lips, like when we first met and she wanted me to kiss her fingers like an old timey movie. “Until we meet again.”
Without even thinking, I licked a bit of my own cum off her knuckle. She was taken aback and made an unintentional moan. Her shirt still up, she pinched a nipple. I’d adjusted to the dark enough to see her cheeks dark red, the freckles more pronounced.
She got up from the bed and pulled her shirt back down. I reached for her arm. “Wait.”
She shook her head. “Tonight was about you,” she said. “You’ll return the favor. Don’t worry about that.”
“No,” I said. “I just need to know, why? Why have you been after me since you got here?”
Millie took a breath. “We’ll talk about it later.” Then she left me to clean up this mess.
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