This is a fancy narration with some factor of truth, a story of my phantasy about somebody I knew.


In my undergraduate long time a chemical group of friends who I got to know freshmen year all decided to break open an apartment near schooling. Well, it was More of a house than an flat. I lived with 3 other Guy and 4 girls. At the time I was an overambitious young man who ended up with fantasies and desires for all four of my female roomy. One of them I fantasized about more than any other, and her figure was Carrie.

I ca n't really order why I focused so much on her for my illusion. She was fair looking, blonde with blue sky centre. I think she was of part Scottish and Polish descent, picket as can be. She had a `` sturdy '' build. I do n't mean that she was fat. She was abruptly but somewhat muscular. Got a picayune bit of a scroll if she was leaning but her proportion were completely rule. virtually daytime she wore jeans or khakis, never tight fitting leggings or tanktops. A lot of the fat that she did possess ended up in her chest of drawers, but that 's not the part I liked. Even more of it ended up where she sits ; her ass was tight fitting, round and wide.

Maybe constituent of the understanding I fantasized about her so a great deal was because she was so obviously out of my orbit. We were in effect friends, but it was blatantly obvious that an actual relationship between us was absolutely impossible. Personal views, political views, personality crash. We liked each other as friends but nothing beyond that.


Very quickly into the summer before classes started I learned how slowly it was to be a creep when you 're living with other girls, but still get away with it. The low gear one to travel in after me was another of the distaff roommate. It did n't lease long to actualize that there were ways to peek into the bathroom while someone is using the rain shower, or that the curl on the threshold did n't work very well. Maybe I 'll write about those experiences some other metre, because that goes to some concern place as well. Before that though, Carrie moved in about a hebdomad before classes began.

The weather condition was humid and hot all week. All month really, and we did n't possess air conditioning. It sucked. Carrie would wear easy gym shorts [ she was too `` conservativist '' for tight fitting attire ] and her legs were extremely hard to ignore. She was a dayspring swimmer, and on one particular morning I felt and irresistible itch to act on some of my illusion before I jerked off and the urge went away. The best way to get a view into the shower was to angle a CD or DVD at the nucleotide of the bathroom threshold. This obviously was n't very good, but as she was facing the shower away from the door I got to get a dependable look at her bare ass. It was like a sculpted chef-d'oeuvre. It was pale because ... well ... she never tanned there. Her buttcrack was curtly compared to how widely her impudence were, which explained why she could always turn away over and not show any pipe fitter 's crack cocaine. I only got to see this for a few moments before she stepped into the shower and I heard another roommate enter the hallway.

This fulfil my fantasy for her well into the semester, until I noticed she was becoming increasingly exhausted from the work load, she was drinking more than and was sleeping in later into the day on weekends, even missing church. psyche you, she never got water drunk or passed out [ again, too `` conservativist '' ], but my mind started to wander.

I used to let a close insatiable somnophilia fetish ever since I was in middle school and my old sis had sleepovers. It was extremely uncommon that I had the courage to act on this though [ a narration for another time ]. fountainhead, I was thinking this may be another one of those times. One sunup I set my alarm for 8:00am on a Dominicus. I packed a pair of scissors and a television camera into my pockets and as quietly as I could, I sneaked over to her room and shimmied her door spread out. The courteous matter about doing this at septenary was that I could just use instinctive sun to see.

Carrie was sleeping on her abdomen with the mantle off of her. Too hot to put out with bed blankets. She was wearing a white teeshirt and bright blue angel nylon shorts. To quiz if she was awake, I hissed her name. Then I crept closer to her and poked her shoulder joint, and then gently rocked her. If she was awake I could try using the excuse of `` hey, do n't you have to get up for church ? ''. It was far from the perfect excuse, since I normally sleep in on Sun, she was one of the solitary ones who could be described as `` spiritual '' at all, and even if I were honest that does n't rationalize my creeping into her room. Still, not as bad as my true intentions.

When I confirmed that she was really at rest, I glided my palm over her buttocks and smoothly caressed them. By now my hands were soaking with sweat, my heart felt like it was pounding like a machine gun, and I had to take a dirt. I did n't think I could actually get her shorts off without waking her up, so I pinched the fabric over her asscrack and, with the scissors, snipped off a tiny piece. The cut was n't anywhere near big enough to actually see in to, and she was wearing underclothes.

Well, that 's kind of boring. I had a conclusion to make, cut more than and get through the underclothes, but also hugely increase the risk of exposure that she would notice later ? Aw fuck it, I was n't thinking straight. I ended up cutting a good inch of her shorts, and I could clearly see her hopeful neon green underwear in the golf hole. Now I was going nuts. I poked her asscrack through her underclothes and wriggled my finger around a bit. Then I cut a nice pickle in her panties about the Saame size, so I could see her bare crack.

It was only a tiny amount of fracture, but up close it was so much more gravel. My paw were shaking like I had just snorted coke. With my right thumb and forefinger finger, I spread her pass open. My aim with the scissors was just a little senior high school, but I could still easily see the wrinkled puckered cutis of her anus and a few picket, dim fuzz. Her prick was n't really brown like I expected, more like just a slightly off shade of her normal skin. My heart had basically stopped at this item. My pull up stakes hand clumsily fumbled for the camera, and I ended up dropping it at least twice. I took at least 5 pictures and then a video of my spreading her crack open and close for a good instant. Satisfied, I gently stroked her asshole with one of my fingers.

I heard her moan and get to roll over. I absolutely panicked, grabbed my camera and ducked under her bed. She unconsciously re-positioned herself and apparently never woke up, but I ended up huddled under her bed for too foresighted to be sure as shooting. I began worry when I realized that my early roomy might fire up up soon and there was no subtle way to get out of her room without being noticed once they were out and about. I crawled out from under her bed, crept out of her room, closed the door, back into my room, and jerked off furiously.

I 'm sure Carrie noticed the hole in her short circuit and her pantie, as she never wore them again. Then again, she never said anything about it either. I do n't know if she ever suspected me, one of the early roommates, or if she just thought the cloth ripped somehow. As is raw with all college flat situations though, some elements of friction began to emerge as time went on. Just little stupid affair like the pot seat being up, dishes not being done, etc. nonentity ever broke out into a fight, and everybody was still friends by every mensuration, but the `` honeymoon '' had definitely ended.

One of my male roommate ended up making friends with some ... shady people. I 'm not one to talk as I violated a sleeping girl 's butthole, but to Carrie and a few early citizenry it was more than a little annoying when he brought these acquaintance back to hang out. At least a few of them were pretty clearly into drugs, though I doubted it was anything beyond just weed and that did n't bother me at all. One nighttime when we were all hanging out Carrie walked past me and one of these acquaintance apparently noticed me staring at her backside as she wandered off. When I got up to take a piddle, he cornered me in the john and made ... a proposal of marriage to me. As it turns out he was actually a bargainer, and had ... `` a heavy multifariousness of merchandise '' usable, including roofies, ketamine, and ambien. He made me two offers, buy something from him for ... what seemed like a shitzillion dollars to me. Or, take delineation and videos of me violating each of my female roomy.

To my perverted mind the latter option sounded unbelievably arousing ... but what tiny sliver of my rational head fought against it. TV of me violating a roommate could easily end up being used as blackmail against me when I intentionally bridge player it over to someone else. I made a counter-proposal, just buy a more `` low-cost '' 1-time dose as a sample, and if it worked well we 'd peach again and talk terms something. Well ... my negotiating science are n't large and he ended up with more of my money than I would take in liked, but I made the deal.

It would be another week before I got my hands on my purchase. During that week I was carefully planning out scenarios and a wishlist of things I 'd want to do. When I got my hands on the clobber though ... those plans were mostly abandoned and I ended up trying to jump on the soonest opportunity to act. Whenever I 'd try though, I 'd immediately get cold metrical unit and back off. No time seemed compensate, and I was being held back of sudden consequence of morality when I realized that this was fucked up. well, that changed a few days later when one eventide she chewed my ass out over something about the deep brown motorcar not being clean.

That got me pissed. Not in any rational way, it was just a stupid non-issue, but it still made me pissed. Emotions everywhere were starting to get frayed as examination grew closer and the atmospheric condition got progressively shittier. When it got late at dark and my other roommate were mostly at peace or getting ready for bed, I knocked and entered her room. We had a brief, cordial conversation about nil, it was pretty clear that neither one of us wanted to talk about the statement earlier. Eventually she turned away and continued her homework or studying or whatever. On her desk was a cup of hot cocoa. As subtle as I could, I slipped the venomous concoction into her deglutition and unify it under the guise of my picked up her mug and smelling it.

I waited until one in the morning to see if anything had happened. Mind you that I also had category early in the morning and I was really setting myself up for an extremely lousy day in course of instruction, but I could hardly have cared less at the time. Once again, I wandered to her way, this sentence with the photographic camera and some lotion. I did n't need scissor grip. She did n't even attempt to use the useless lock this time, she might receive passed out before even trying.

I closed the doorway behind me. She was n't laying on the bed, instead she was still fully clothed, slumped over her desk. She was wearing denim and a gloomy greenness long sleeved sweater. The drugs had obviously worked. I crawled over to her, hissed her public figure, poked her, shook her, the works. Nothing. She was completely out. Practically in a trance, I turned the bedroom Inner Light on, hoisted her up and nerve up onto her bed. I could n't decide what to do first. I gently slapped her face to corroborate that she was fully out. Then, out of nowhere, I ended up slapping her across the expression extremely difficult. I do n't do it what came over me, maybe some residual anger from before. The slap turned her head sidewise and I heard a low, atrocious moan escape her sassing. For a brief moment I was distressing and regretful, but that was immediately replaced by fear that the tatty slap might suffer woken the roommates.

When it became clear that nonentity was up, I forgot my sorrow and ruefulness and pulled her jumper up. She was wearing a knit, tan bra over her respectably sized bust. I did n't accept the patience to actually unclasp the bra, so I just ripped it off of her body. Her boobs jiggled downwards and outwards in a satisfying way. For a few minutes I gently caressed and pinched her nipples, then proceeding to licking and sucking them. I took a few photos of them because ... why not ? They were far from the main attractive force though.

Her jean were belted on tight, but getting them off was simple. This metre she was wearing bright neon blue air panties. I pulled those down to ascertain a small-ish bush of dingy blonde pubic hair. I did n't dwell here, it was n't anything special to me [ idk, maybe I should start questioning my intimate predilection ]. I just took a few flick and moved on.

The main attractive feature to me was, of course, her ass. I rolled her over onto her stomach and dragged her across the bed so her stage were dangling down the side. Seeing her ass like this was even more magical when it was n't being mostly concealed by pj's short. I spread her widely, broad asscheeks and got an eyeful of her ruck. It had been too long since I got this closing to it. Without thinking I dove my face into her go, licking her ass up and down and drilling my tongue into her shithole. I tasted like shit ... as you 'd expect, but my brain did n't cross-file that at all. I was absolutely euphoric. I pulled my face away and starting spanking her ass over and over again, almost as hard as I hit her face. Every clip my palm smacked her ass, the fat on her cheeks and second joint would joggle in a magnetize way. I stopped when I heard a low gurgle from her sassing, and her ass was turning pink.

I readied the camera in my left had and wet my right index finger with spitting. Set to video book, I filmed my finger as it entered her, as her sphincter clenched around it, and how it kept relentlessly twisting and drilling until it was in as far as it could go. I finger fucked her ass for at least 2 transactions, and then I added a second gear fingerbreadth, and then a third. The clip had come for the main class, but I could experience that my cock was set to burst practically the second it made impinging her hide. I wanted this to last tenacious than that. I dragged her sideways so that her head was almost off the bed and she was facing me. I dropped my jammies shortstop and slid my putz into her lip. I could sense her tongue unconsciously slithering around. It felt heavenly. I knew I could n't in conclusion long, so I crammed my putz in all the way to the hilt and to the book binding of her pharynx. I could find her gag, but after just a few thrusts my hammer exploded and sent almost a full payload down her throat.

I knew I needed some prison term to reset before I could go for rung two, so for a fiddling while I repositioned her back so she was again face down with her peg dangling off the bed. I satisfied myself with eating her ass and pussy out for a little while, and this clock time I actually did finger her pussycat a little. She was still a Virgo, so I did n't desire to tug that too very much. Before foresighted my cock was up and ready for round of golf two.

With the camera at the ready again, I dripped some lotion onto her bunghole, and then onto my hawkshaw. As I filmed at first-class honours degree I gently pressed my top dog into her sphincter, and slowly worked my way in. Godly would n't even begin to delineate the feeling. My peter is n't very big, but that means that I could pump it all the way in and out quickly. As meter went on I picked up the pace, and soon I was pounding her as hard as my body could. All the mean value while I heard painful oink and groans escape her lips, though there was never any house of her regaining consciousness. This lasted for at least ten minutes before my second base wave of cum was loose into her bowels. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of her to regain my military posture, I slid my hammer out to regain shit smeared on its head and along its length. Her anus was gusty and red, and there was a intermixture of cum and lotion dribbling out.

Normally that would arrant me out, but my euphoric, corrupt mind decided to slide my dick across her face and into her mouth one last time, as she unconsciously got her own bullshit in her mouth.

At least a half hour passed by as I sat there zoned out, in a spell over what I had just accomplished ... until fearfulness and panic began crawling back and I realized that there was no way she would n't notice that her ass hurt in a few time of day.

In one of the more cagy schemes of my life, I raced into the can and forced myself to shit. It was forced, not much came out, but enough. Then I ran back to her room, threw her sweater back on [ unfortunately her bra was ruined ], and slid her pantie and jeans on halfway. I grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her to the bathroom, where I sat her upright on the unflushed toilet with her gasp down. I wiped the shit and cum off her face and out of her mouth as Best I could, and then I pranced away off to my own room.

I did n't sleep at all that night. I was hoping she would just convince herself that she had, for whatever cause, passed out while taking a shit. Fear had completely overcome me, and I could just envision myself on the news and in a court way as the scumbag who anally raped his roommate, having to explain to my parents what happened, losing the respect of my friends, etc.

wellspring, aurora came and a groggy, dazed Carrie came stumbling out of the john. Both her and I looked like total shit, and felt like tot up shit the total respite of the day during final exam crunch time. She never complained about the impression in her ass though, and as far as I know she never suspected what actually happened.

I completely got away with it. I got computer memory and TV to eternise my conquest of Carrie 's keister, and there was still a negotiation to be made with that one friend of a friend who made this all possible ...