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I saw the ad for a roomate needed in the local personals, and figured
this was perfect for me:  a couple in need of a third party to split
rent and utilities.  I had my own room, could go and come as I wished,
and overall it was a fine arrangement.  Unlike other roomate situations
I'd been in, this was the first time I'd also shared space with a
female roomie, Sarah, who was living with her boyfriend, Ron.

What made it exceptionally nice was that it gave me access to her
clothes when she and Ron were out for the day (or night, as the case
might be).  Having always been pretty slim, I found that her stuff was
generally a perfect fit for me, though some of the more exotic things
were just a little too snug for comfort.  I would go into her/their
room and try on as many different pieces as I could find.....bras and
panties and camisoles and slips and dresses, all silky and sleek.

I discovered early on that because our bedrooms were directly adjacent
to one another, that it was almost impossible not to hear them having
sex.  Sometimes it seemed to go on for hours, the head of the bed
bouncing against the wall directly opposite my bed, their moans and
quiet words slipping easily through the wall.  Sometimes, knowing that
they usually made love Friday or Saturday nights, I would slip a pair
of panties out of the hamper or her bureau, and when I would hear them
start to have sex, I would pull on the panties and imagine it was me in
there with Ron.  Often I managed to come at the same time they did,
leaving me exhausted.  They were taking part in a threesome and didn't
know it!

One thing that I was able to pick up through the wall was her lack of
interest in anal sex.  I could hear him trying to talk her into it,
even trying it a little once, but each time she said no, that it hurt
too much.

This went on for about six months, when everything changed.  Ron and
Sarah had been fighting a lot lately, and one day she just said the
hell with it and left.  She packed a suitcase, announced that she'd
send for the rest of her things later, and split.

Ron was devastated by her departure.  He would go to work in the
morning, and come home to eat his dinner in silence, hardly offering a
word, despite my efforts to draw him out.  And he began drinking...not
a lot, but enough to drown his sadness and most of his intellect.

One night, he came back after being out late and had been drinking
pretty heavily.....he was drowning in his loss, mad at her for leaving,
and missing her all at once.  He needed her, needed to be with her.  He
sat heavily on the couch, nearly in tears, and slid into sleep, wearing
only his robe.

I sat watching him for a moment, and decided that I knew what I had to
do.  I went into the other room and pulled out her hottest outfit.
She'd worn it with Ron dozens of times, and it never failed to turn him
on:  black seamed stockings linked to a lacey garter belt, black satin
panties, a black leather miniskirt, white silk blouse and black bra.  I
slipped into the outfit, shaking, wondering if I was doing the right
thing.  Digging in the closet, I found the wig she'd bought and styled
like her own when she'd received a terrible short hairstyle and wanted
to hide it until it grew out again.  I slipped the wig on, applied a
little makeup, and in a dim light, I could actually pass pretty well
for Sarah.

I stepped back into the living room, and switched off all but the night
light from the kitchen.  Went to Ron and, after hesitating a second,
nudged him awake.  He took a moment to focus, through the dark and the
alcohol.  "Sarah...." he said, half out of it.  I could see the front
of his robe tenting as his erection grew at the sight of the familiar
outfit.

He raised one hand and let it slide down my hip, down to my stockinged
legs.  "Why'd you do it?" he said, sleepily, "why'd you go?  C'mon...."
With that, he pulled me down onto my knees between his legs.  "Why?
Damn it...."

He swallowed hard, his syes closed, and pulled my head up between his
thighs, where his hard cock was sticking out.  Having never sucked a
cock before, I opened my mouth more to hesitate or protest, but that
was all the opening that he needed, and he took my head and shoved it
down, sliding his cock into my open mouth.  It slid past my teeth and
lips and over my tongue, hitting the back of my mouth.  I adjusted
myself as best I could as he began raising and lowering my head,
holding either side with his hands and bucking up into my/Sarah's
mouth.  "Do it, c'mon, baby, do it...."

I slipped my hands behind his legs for a better gripk, and began
bobbing my head up and down in his lap, his cock sliding in and out of
my mouth.  He pushed my face down further and further, until the whole
length of it was in my mouth, despite my occasional gags, and he began
fucking my face in earnest.  For a long time the only sound in the room
was the sound of my sucking, his cock sometimes coming right out of my
mouth only to shove back in again.

Then, suddenly, he pulled my mouth off his cock and pushed me back onto
all fours.  "Run off like that, bitch," he said, holding me down, my
ass raised, "I'll show you...too good for a little butt fucking, well,
that's gonna change...."

This was more than I'd expected, and more than I wanted, and I started
to pull away...I'd never been butt-fucked by anything larger than my
own finger...but he moved my legs aside and shoved my hips back toward
him.  "No more 'no's' now, bitch," he said.  I struggled more, and now
he leaned forward, pinning me to the floor, one of his hands gripping
my arms and holding me down as the other slide aside the one of the
loose satin panty legs.  "Fuck you, bitch," he said, "here, take it!"

And he lowered himself on me, his cock finding my ass by instinct.  I
wriggled beneath him, but instead of making it harder to enter, it
helped get his cock past my asscheeks into the sphincter.  He shoved
harder, his cock lubricated by my mouth, letting his weight slowly
drive his cock into my ass.  I cried out as the pain shot through me,
my cries muffled by the carpet in my face.  He drove down and down into
me, for what seemed like forever, until I felt him relax and settle,
his cock now completely inside my ass, the skirt up around my hips.

He lay on top of me for a moment, savoring the feeling, then began
slowly pulling out again.  He stopped just short of coming out, and
slid back in again.  "Yeah, baby," he said, "take it, take it all." I
could feel it filling every inch of me, expanding my ass as it drove
deep inside.  Then he began fucking in earnest now, his hips
piledriving into me, faster and faster.  By now the pain had subsided,
and each stroke brought pleasure, driving my own panty-encased cock
against the floor.  I began bucking back to meet each thrust, my moans
matching his own.

After a minute or two, he pulled me back up onto all fours, grabbed my
hips, and started plunging into me to the hilt, over and over, as fast
as he could.  If I'd thought he was large in me before, now he felt
huge as he rushed toward orgasm.  The sound of our thighs slapping as
he fucked my ass filled the room.  Finally, with a loud moan, he
slammed deep into me and I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass, the
sudden warmth filling me as he came.  At that instant, I also came, my
cock exploding with Sarah's panties.

He pulled in and out a few more times as he came, the friction eased by
his cum, and then slowed, leaning forward to lie on top of me.  Laying
beneath him, wearing Sarah's clothes, her perfume, having given him
something that Sarah never had, I felt content.

That was our first time.  The others...are a long and very wonderful
story...for another time.

Fin



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