In my infinite wisdom as a Pres Young adult, I graduated from college with a fairly useless academic degree. I was able-bodied to get a job at a local retail outlet, which paid enough to barely get across my monthly costs. My earning potential was limited, which meant I had no choice but to own a roomy to help incubate rent when I got an apartment.

I figured out that sharing a two-bedroom apartment was tatty than paying for a one-bedroom by myself, so with what little savings I had, I managed to cover first and last calendar month'rent for a two-bedroom flat just outside the downtown area. I immediately put up flyers and advertised in the local anaesthetic paper for a roommate to spread over half the monthly rent. I was a bit surprised at how few answer I received. I was getting kind of desperate when I got a call from a guy concern in sharing the apartment. I hadn't really thought about sharing an apartment with a guy, but….why not ? I told him to total by that evening so we could meet and discourse the details.

After my switching at body of work, I was sitting in my life way watching TV when the prospective roommate knocked on the apartment door.

When I opened the door I saw a fairly attractive man….maybe 4 years elderly than I was…with broad articulatio humeri and a big grinning. I stuck my hand out and introduced myself,"Hi, I'm Chrissy. Thanks for answering my ad."

"Hi, Chrissy. I'm Trent. Yeah, my office staff are just around the street corner, so this might be a perfect fit for me."

We shook paw and I said,"semen on in, Trento. Let me show you the place so you can check it out and see what you think."

I showed Trent River around the flat, answering the few questions he had, and finished the tour in the living elbow room where we sat on the couch and chatted for a while. He seemed really prissy, had a really ripe job - making a lot more than money than I did - and after just a few minutes we decided that he would move in and we'd become roommates.

River Trent was a good roommate, and we became in effect friends…goofing around, sharing meals, the periodic foot rub, sometimes even wrestling on the lounge when we got silly. We enjoyed the Lapplander foods, so the refrigerator wasn't a problem, and we both had about the same level of neatness to our house-keeping. His girlfriend, Faith, was really decent, and he seemed to get along well with my young man, Scott, so all the firearm fit nicely.

Everything went pretty smoothly for the first 3 calendar month. Then I had car bother and the fixing monetary value much more than I could afford. I was sitting at the dinette table by the kitchen poring through my financial situation when Trento came home from work. He noticed my dismay and came up behind me, rubbed my shoulder a bit and asked,"What's up, Chris ?"

Almost in tears, I said,"My car's in the shop and the only way I can give to get it fixed is if I don't pay split this month."

When Trento heard this, he stopped rubbing my articulatio humeri for a mo. Then he started up again, moving his hands a niggling humble on my backbone, and said,"Wow. That's tough….what are you going to do ?"

"I have no idea,"I said, my center getting moist."I honestly have absolutely no idea."

River Trent leaned over my shoulder and said softly into my ear,"I have an idea."

Still sitting at the board, I turned my head to look at him and said with a hopeful grin,"You do ? What ?"

River Trent smiled and said,"How about if I pay your economic rent this month ?"As he said this, he slipped his manus around to my tum, then moved them up to my boob and began gently fondling my boobs over my T-shirt. I never wore a bra in the apartment, so he had a expert fistful of my 35DD nipple, as he massaged and squeezed them while making his offer.

My eyebrows shot up when I heard his offering and felt his script on my breasts. I knew where this was going, and - to my surprise - I wasn't all that put out by it. He was an attractive guy, and sometimes when we'd wrestled on the couch or jostled into each other around the apartment, I'd inadvertently bump into his genitalia, and couldn't help but notification that he seemed to have an telling bundle. His work force always seemed to see my big tits and ass cheeks whenever we wrestled, too, so I was pretty sure his stake was piqued, as well.

"So how would this work ?"I asked, with a wry grin on my boldness, as he continued to play with my tit, using his thumb and finger to seek for my nipples through the thin cotton material.

In response to my question, he got a piddling bolder, reaching under my tee shirt and continued fondling my boobs as he clarified his offer.

He said,"I'll pay the entire rent for our apartment. Every month. In return, I get to sustain sex with you whenever I want. blowjob. Handjobs. Fucking…in the kitchen, in the shower, on the sofa….whenever, wherever."

As he said this, he pulled my t-shirt over my brain, releasing my bosom so they dangled and swayed in front of me. After throwing my t-shirt aside, he went back to massaging my nipple while he waited for my reply.

I had to admit….I was enjoying the sensation of his custody on my boobs, and my pap were becoming stiff as he tweaked them. I said,"I guess I could populate with that…..unless Winfield Scott is staying over."

"Of course,"he said."The same for when organized religion is here. But early than that….total access."

Grinning at my in effect fortune, I said,"Shit. I can't believe I'm going to do this….OK, I'm in."

"One more matter,"River Trent said.

"Oh, yeah…what's that ?"

Still leaning over my shoulder and playing with my knocker, Trento looked at me and said,"No clothes."

"What ?"

"Yep."He pulled me up from the chair I was sitting in and pushed my running shorts down over my hips, taking my scanty with them. I stepped out of them and he tossed them over by my T-shirt and said,"When we're in the apartment, you have to be totally nude….all the time."

I laughed, saying,"wellspring, if I'm going to be nude, then you have to be nude, too."

He smiled and said,"Fair enough,"quickly pulling off his oeuvre clothes and tossing them aside. I found myself focused on his boxer boxers as he pulled them down until I was finally able-bodied to see his cock. It was as impressive as I thought it would be. Fondling my boobs had begun to arouse him, and his incision was already semi-hard, sticking out from his torso in a gentle arc, ending in a mushroom-shaped tip that seemed almost too grueling for his shaft. He kicked his boxers over next to my clothes, then returned one hand to my breasts, while slipping the other one between my leg, rubbing it along my now extremely wet pussy lips.

I couldn't take my eyes off his bouncing diaphysis and his big, swinging nut sack dangling between his legs. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his growing rod and began slowly stroking it from base to tip. My God, it felt tremendous !

Meanwhile, his finger between my ramification had found the possible action to my pussy, and he slipped two fingers inside, while using his thumb to rub against my button. holy shit ! I could barely stand up. Between stroking his impressive stopcock and fondling his nut with my manus, and his fingers and pollex twiddling my cunt and clit, I felt a monumental sexual climax explode through my physical structure. Fortunately, River Trent's hand between my legs helped hold me up as my knees became weak from my climax.

With my point thrown back and my eye closed, I reveled in my orgasm.

"holy place shit, Trent….I just came….that was amazing !"I exclaimed.

As soon as my sexual climax began to ebb, I began pumping Trent's cock faster and harder, paying extra attention to the bulbous tip, which seemed to force back Trent River crazy. His shaft quickly grew in my script to its fully erect distance of about 9 ”. I couldn't service but notice that it was longer….and thicker….than Scott's dick, and I found myself anxiously anticipating having it stuffed at heart me.

Trent seemed to sense my readiness, so he grabbed my ass face and lifted me onto the border of the dinette table. He pushed my pegleg apart with his articulatio genus, then grabbed his raging hard-on in one hand, lined it up with my puss, and slammed it into me in one massive thrust. Oh my God, it felt grotesque ! It filled my pussy completely, hitting all the mighty fleck. As he pounded his thick dick in and out of my dripping wet cunt, I felt another flummox orgasm begin to wash over my intact trunk, sending fluttering shocks of delight from my teat to my clit.

Trent had both hands on my tits, squeezing, slapping and pinching as they bounced wildly in rhythm with his thrust. I wrapped my arms around his neck and circulate my legs broad, locked my ankles around his lower cover, and rocked my hips into every one of his straight thrust, unforced him deeper and deeper inside me.

As my second sexual climax waned, I could feel Trent increasing the pace of his throw, and it wasn't long before he grabbed my hip joint in both hands and slammed himself as deep as he could get into my cunt. He erupted with a huge load of cum all over the interior of my cunt.…I could actually find his warm, gooey jizzm splashing against my vagina walls. He grunted several fourth dimension, continuing to Cypriot pound away, as he unloaded all of his splooge inside me until it spilled out from the sides of his pumping rotating shaft and onto the floor between his legs.

When his nutsack was finally vacuous, Trent River pushed his potent rod deep inside me and just held it there. The two of us stayed like that for a couple of minutes, enjoying the throes of our orgasm and catching our breath..…me, sitting on the edge of the dinette table with my legs spread across-the-board ; and Trent, standing between my peg with his pecker still balls-deep inside me while he gently fondled my heaving breasts.

Finally, Trent pulled his softening prick out of my twat with a ‘ plop ’, and the rest of his tinder, mixed with my pussy juices, splashed onto the floor beneath us.

"Wow, Trent….I had no melodic theme,"I said between heavy breaths.

"Right ? That was mystify, Chrissy. I knew when I first met you that you'd be a wondrous fuck."

I laughed and said,"wellspring, you're pretty damn good, yourself….OK, I guess being naked offset now, right ?"

Trento chuckled and said,"Yep."

So, I climbed off the tabular array, grabbed a towel and, with my tits swinging beneath me, knelt down to pick up the peck we'd made on the story. Trent was still standing by the table, his flaccid dick dangling between his legs just a few inches from my face, so while I was squatting down to clean up the mess, I leaned over and sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth. I licked and cleaned his stallion slam with my sass and clapper, then released it from my oral fissure and enjoyed watching it sway back and Forth between his legs.

Still naked, I started putting together something we could eat for dinner party. Trent and I sat future to each early and ate the meal I had prepared while I fondled his flaccid prick under the table, and he toyed with my knocker and teat in between bites.

Starting that night, whenever Scott or Faith weren't dormancy over, Trent and I slept in the same bed….sometime his, sometimes mine. It didn't really matter.

Each morning, Trent got whatever he wanted. Sometimes he'd wake up with a hard-on that needed to be sucked until he shot a load of cum down my throat. Sometimes he'd bend me over the kitchen counterpunch and have it off me from behind until we both creamed all over his pumping ray of light. Afterwards, we always showered together before getting dressed for work.

Evenings usually included a quick shag in the kitchen or bent over the dinette table as soon as we both got home from oeuvre. Later, we'd typically lounge naked on the lounge while we watched TV, with Trent sitting on one end of the couch, and me lying down with my head in his lap. I'd casually stroke and suck his cock as we watched a film or something, while he fingered my bitch and rubbed my clit. Eventually, he'd become fully set up, and by then my snatch was dripping wet. He'd either screw me from behind as we lay on the lounge, or we'd shtup with me straddling his hips and bouncing up and down on his lance, while he sucked and fondled my jiggling tits.

I don't think Scott ever suspected anything. In fact, this organisation worked out perfectly for about two years before I got engaged to George C. Scott and moved in with him.

Faith and Trent only dated a few calendar month, but his other girl didn't seem to distrust anything, either. mighty about the meter I got engaged to Winfield Scott, Trent got promoted at piece of work and ended up moving overseas. I guess, in retrospect, sharing my number one flat with a roommate turned out to be a really good estimate .