In my numberless wisdom as a young grownup, I graduated from college with a fairly useless degree. I was able to get a job at a local retail release, which paid enough to barely underwrite my monthly cost. My earning potential was limited, which meant I had no option but to have a roommate to avail cover rent when I got an apartment.

I figured out that sharing a two-bedroom apartment was cheaper than paying for a one-bedroom by myself, so with what little delivery I had, I managed to cover first and last months'snag for a two-bedroom apartment just outside the downtown area. I immediately put up flyers and advertised in the local theme for a roommate to continue half the monthly split. I was a bit surprised at how few responses 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 issue forth by that evening so we could fulfill and discuss the details.

After my shift at work, I was sitting in my sustenance elbow room watching TV when the prospective roommate knocked on the apartment door.

When I opened the room access I saw a fairly attractive man….maybe 4 years sr. than I was…with broad shoulders and a big smile. I stuck my hand out and introduced myself,"Hi, I'm Chrissy. Thanks for answering my ad."

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

We shook mitt and I said,"seminal fluid on in, Trent. Let me evince you the situation so you can check it out and see what you think."

I showed Trento around the apartment, answering the few questions he had, and finished the enlistment in the sustenance elbow room where we sat on the couch and chatted for a while. He seemed really nice, had a really good job - making a lot Sir Thomas More money than I did - and after just a few mo we decided that he would incite in and we'd become roommates.

Trento was a good roommate, and we became well friends…goofing around, sharing repast, the occasional foot rub, sometimes even wrestling on the couch when we got silly. We enjoyed the Sami foods, so the refrigerator wasn't a problem, and we both had about the same level of neatness to our house-keeping. His girl, Faith, was really nice, and he seemed to get along well with my fellow, Scott, so all the pieces fit nicely.

Everything went pretty smoothly for the number one 3 months. Then I had car trouble and the mend cost much more than than I could afford. I was sitting at the dinette tabular array by the kitchen poring through my financial situation when Trent River came home from work. He noticed my alarm and came up behind me, rubbed my articulatio humeri 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 afford to get it fixed is if I don't pay rent this month."

When Trent heard this, he stopped rubbing my berm for a 2nd. Then he started up again, moving his hands a little depleted on my cover, and said,"Wow. That's tough….what are you going to do ?"

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

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

Still sitting at the tabular array, I turned my nous to look at him and said with a aspirer smiling,"You do ? What ?"

Trent smiled and said,"How about if I pay your tear this month ?"As he said this, he slipped his hands around to my stomach, then moved them up to my chest and began gently fondling my knocker over my t-shirt. I never wore a bra in the apartment, so he had a good handful of my 35DD tits, as he massaged and squeezed them while making his offer.

My eyebrows shot up when I heard his go and felt his hands on my breasts. I knew where this was going, and - to my surprisal - 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 flat, I'd inadvertently bump into his genital organ, and couldn't service but notification that he seemed to give an impressive package. His hands always seemed to find my big mammilla and ass boldness whenever we wrestled, too, so I was pretty sure his interest group was piqued, as well.

"So how would this work ?"I asked, with a wry grinning on my look, as he continued to playact with my tits, using his quarter round and fingerbreadth to search for my nipples through the sparse cotton fiber material.

In reaction to my question, he got a little bolder, reaching under my t-shirt and continued fondling my boobs as he clarified his offer.

He said,"I'll pay the total tear for our apartment. Every month. In restoration, I get to experience sex with you whenever I want. Blowjobs. Handjobs. Fucking…in the kitchen, in the cascade, on the sofa….whenever, wherever."

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

I had to admit….I was enjoying the sensation of his bridge player on my boobs, and my nipples were becoming stiff as he tweaked them. I said,"I guess I could live with that…..unless Walter Scott is staying over."

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

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

"One Sir Thomas More thing,"River Trent said.

"Oh, yeah…what's that ?"

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

"What ?"

"Yep."He pulled me up from the chair I was sitting in and labour my running short circuit down over my hips, taking my panties with them. I stepped out of them and he tossed them over by my tee shirt and said,"When we're in the flat, you have to be totally nude….all the time."

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

He smiled and said,"Fair enough,"quickly pulling off his work apparel and tossing them aside. I found myself focused on his Boxer shorts as he pulled them down until I was finally able to see his stopcock. It was as impressive as I thought it would be. Fondling my dumbbell had begun to wind up him, and his prick was already semi-hard, sticking out from his body in a lenify arc, ending in a mushroom-shaped tip that seemed almost too overweight for his shaft. He kicked his boxershorts over next to my clothes, then returned one hand to my breasts, while slipping the early one between my legs, rubbing it along my now extremely wet pussy lips.

I couldn't take my eyes off his bouncing shaft 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 nucleotide to tip. My God, it felt howling !

Meanwhile, his fingers between my legs had found the opening to my cunt, 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 shaft and fondling his clod with my work force, and his finger and thumb twiddling my cunt and clit, I felt a monolithic sexual climax explode through my body. Fortunately, River Trent's hand between my legs helped have got me up as my knees became feeble from my climax.

With my head thrown back and my eyes closed, I reveled in my orgasm.

"Holy diddly, Trent….I just came….that was amazing !"I exclaimed.

As soon as my climax began to ebb, I began pumping Trent's cock faster and harder, paying spare attention to the bulbous tip, which seemed to labour River Trent crazy. His lance quickly grew in my helping hand to its full phase of the moon rear distance of about 9 ”. I couldn't help but notice that it was longer….and thicker….than Scott's cock, and I found myself anxiously anticipating having it stuffed inside me.

Trent seemed to feel my readiness, so he grabbed my ass cheeks and lifted me onto the edge of the dinette tabular array. He pushed my legs apart with his stifle, then grabbed his raging erection in one hand, lined it up with my snatch, and slammed it into me in one monumental thrust. Oh my God, it felt wonderful ! It filled my cunt completely, hitting all the right topographic point. As he pounded his thick prick in and out of my dripping wet snatch, I felt another gravel sexual climax Menachem Begin to wash over my entire body, sending fluttering blow of pleasure from my nipples to my clit.

Trent had both hands on my tits, squeezing, slapping and pinching as they bounced wildly in rhythm method with his thrusts. I wrapped my arms around his cervix and spread my legs wide, interlace my ankle around his lower back, and rocked my hip joint into every one of his lunges, willing him deep and deeper inside me.

As my second climax waned, I could feel Trent increasing the pace of his stroking, and it wasn't long before he grabbed my rose hip in both workforce and slammed himself as deep as he could get into my cunt. He erupted with a immense load of cum all over the inside of my cunt.…I could actually feel his warm, gooey jizzm splashing against my vagina walls. He grunted several time, continuing to British pound away, as he unloaded all of his splooge inside me until it spilled out from the sides of his pumping shaft and onto the base between his legs.

When his nutsack was finally empty, Trent pushed his corpse rod deep inside me and just held it there. The two of us stayed like that for a mates of bit, enjoying the throes of our orgasms and catching our breath..…me, sitting on the edge of the dinette table with my legs open wide ; and Trent, standing between my pegleg with his putz still balls-deep inside me while he gently fondled my heaving breasts.

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

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

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

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

Trento chuckled and said,"Yep."

So, I climbed off the table, grabbed a towel and, with my bosom swinging beneath me, knelt down to clean up the mess we'd made on the floor. Trent River 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 hall, I leaned over and sucked the tip of his cock into my sass. I licked and cleaned his entire scape with my lip and clapper, then released it from my mouth and enjoyed watching it sway back and Forth River between his legs.

Still naked, I started putting together something we could eat for dinner. Trent and I sat side by side to each other and ate the meal I had prepared while I fondled his flaccid shaft under the table, and he toyed with my white meat and nipples in between bites.

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

Each good morning, Trent got whatever he wanted. Sometimes he'd wake up with a erection that needed to be sucked until he shot a load of cum down my throat. Sometimes he'd bend me over the kitchen counter and fuck me from behind until we both creamed all over his pumping shaft. Afterwards, we always showered together before getting dressed for work.

evening usually included a nimble fuck in the kitchen or hang over the dinette table as soon as we both got house from oeuvre. Later, we'd typically lounge naked on the couch while we watched TV, with Trent sitting on one end of the sofa, and me lying down with my head in his lap. I'd casually stroke and suck his cock as we watched a movie or something, while he fingered my bitch and rubbed my clitoris. Eventually, he'd become fully vertical, and by then my snatch was dripping wet. He'd either get it on me from behind as we lay on the couch, or we'd fuck with me straddling his hips and bouncing up and down on his jibe, while he sucked and fondled my jiggling tits.

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

Faith and Trent River only dated a few calendar month, but his other girlfriends didn't seem to suspect anything, either. Right about the time I got engaged to Scott, River Trent got promoted at piece of work and ended up moving overseas. I guess, in retrospect, sharing my get-go apartment with a roomie turned out to be a really good mind .