A Shared House

I have had both good and bad experiences in shared houses though mostly good. One of them we even had a bread making rota! The best shares have been with women and that includes some where no sex was involved. – With some exceptions the women I have shared with have been more in tune with my ideas of keeping a place clean and tidy. Sometimes I despair of my own sex!

The second share during my first year at Uni was responsible for my losing my cherry, the first time all too quick an affair but Ella persevered with me and subsequent sessions lasted long enough to satisfy her.

During my second year, I had a small lottery win which meant I didn’t have to kill myself working during the hours I wasn’t studying enabling me to join Mandy, a sports training student in doing a massage course. This made me popular with a number of girls on different sports teams including a couple on the elite rowing team that beat Oxford on the Thames. (yes that uni!)

A few years later on and I was doing a PhD, in computer science and earning enough from tutoring and a few lectures a week to keep my head above water. The icing on the cake came when one of the phone apps I had written took off. It wasn’t a Facebook or Twitter but it did let me start on the housing ladder in an ex council house with a couple of students renting rooms from me.

I say renting from me but we still worked it like a shared house. Both of the students were also doing Phds and had been bodies for me when doing my massage course.

It was a hot day in 2018, the hottest summer certainly in my lifetime up to that point that I came home a little early one day to find both girls in the kitchen wearing nothing but rather skimpy knickers.

Before I was able samsun escort to say anything, Emma spoke to Carol,

“I told you he wouldn’t mind, anyway he will have seen it all before.”

I had actually been completely professional and had managed the towels in such a way as I hadn’t seen more than a brief flash of side boob.

“Actually, I haven’t seen it all before, well not either of yours anyway.”

Carol grinned at Emma,

“That is twenty quid you owe me!”

I put as much outrage into my voice as I could muster,

“You two have been taking bets on my professionalism?”

And, before you ask, no I didn’t mind as the tent in my shorts demonstrated all too well. Though I was a little unsure of the etiquette here. Which would be considered rude, staring or not staring? And if staring, looking at the medium and small sized breasts, both sets exceedingly perky or at their barely covered crotches?

Emma had a hungry look in her eyes as she asked,

“Don’t we get our daily hugs?”

I decided that the only rude thing would be to ignore them. Feeling overdressed, I removed my t-shirt and asked who was first.

A fraction of a second later I felt the medium sized breasts pressed against my chest. I could feel Emma’s hard nipples pressing into me and the blood flow to my cock increased further as she ground against my covered member. I felt Emma’s tongue push between my lips as without conscious control my hands slipped inside her underwear to grasp her firm buttocks.

I don’t know how long it was before Carol complained that we were taking entirely too long but on breaking away, a glance made it clear that Emma’s sex juices had started to flow freely.

Reluctantly urfa escort I broke away from our embrace and moved towards Carol, her skin, the blackest of African descent I had seen glistening. Our lips met, more gently to start with than had been the case with Emma as my hands stroked her back. The nipples on her small breasts were if anything, harder than Emma’s had been against my skin, the erect buds giving even more steel to my own erection.

My hands slid lower on her back, sliding over her bare bottom. When had she removed her panties? How on earth did I not notice that until now? I let my legs bend, my kisses moving down her neck to the valley between breasts that would never need any support because of their small size. I kissed her breasts, brushing their entirety with my lips, lingering on her areolae before finally taking a nipple between them, my tongue teasing the dark bud.

Carol’s breathing grew more rapid and I allowed one hand to move around to the front of her body pushing through the mass of black curls before tracing a route around her gates of paradise with my fingers, brushing the hood over her clitoris with the lightest of touches, eliciting a gasp from her.

I kissed my way down her body, missing out her pleasure centre where my fingers still dallied. I reached her feet before making my way up the inside of her legs, relishing the smooth skin of her thighs.

Somewhere in my mind I registered sounds coming from my left which I would later realise were Emma playing with herself but right now I was so single minded that it didn’t add to my experience right then. Using my tongue I first ran it firmly around her outer lips and then explored every one of her exquisite folds, feeling sinop escort out the shapes of her delicate flower, enjoying the taste of her excitement. At the same time my fingers lightly brushed her clitoris which by now was standing proud of its protective hood.

Soon, I was to discover that given the right stimulation, Carol was one of those women who can orgasm continuously which she did for at least three minutes before asking me to put my cock inside her.

“I thought you were never going to ask.” I joked before rapidly losing my shorts, glad that I was going commando.

At first, it felt as if her pulsating pussy was trying to push me out, then as I passed a certain point it was pulling me in. The sensations were incredible, to the point where I would have not given Carol much satisfaction with my rod had she not already been cumming hard. In only a few minutes I was filling her with my seed.

“Yes. Make a baby in me. Make two if you can.” She shouted, her words spurring me on to shoot my my ejaculate into her. Finally my spasms then hers abated and my hands stroked her back as we lay on the double sheepskin rug. I didn’t remember how we got from her standing into that position and later when I admitted this to Carol she asked if I thought I should get an assessment for dementia!

“That was, WOW!” I said, struggling to find the words to describe the best sex I had had by a long way. After I eventually managed something more articulate, Carol kissed me.

“I was serious about wanting babies you know.” She smiled which I felt rather than saw, “Do you mind?”

Whatever my analytical computer programmer’s head might have said, another head wasn’t listening and my cock which had gone floppy inside it’s cave twitched with renewed interest.

Carol clearly felt this because she asked, “Is that an answer?”

My only answer was to pull her tighter against me as a small part of my brain pondered where this change in my life was taking me…