Black_Wizard

 

  The door seem to open in slow motion and yet faster than normal at the same time. I knew I had no time to put on my pajama bottoms to cover the throbbing erection I had just been eagerly stroking a few seconds before. I also didn’t have time to turn off the porn I was watching. So acting as fast as I could as the door opened, I pulled my blanket and sheets up while simultaneously hitting the power button on the monitor so the screen went dark on my desktop. I thanked the porn gods that I had put in my ear buds instead of listening through the mini speakers I had hooked up to the computer since I knew my parents, particularly my mom, was in the house. How even those same ear buds kept me from hearing the click of her low heeled sensible shoes alerting me to her approach to my door. The door opened wide enough for her to put her head through and around to see me lying on my stomach with my hands on my keyboard and my blanket pulled up to my  shoulders. My mom frowned as she looked at my unpajamied top outside of the blankets.   

“Boy what are you still doing in bed at 10:30? I know its Saturday but you should be out enjoying the sunshine or something instead of lounging around, messing with that computer or finding a real job!”

As she spoke, she stepped fully into the room and yanked down the top cover and part of the sheet, exposing the upper crack of my ass. “Hey! I’m naked under here!” “Well if your cute butt was up and dressed you wouldn’t have to worry about me seeing it. Besides what good Christian sleeps with no clothes on?” I winched at that statement. My mom had a lot of beliefs about how things should be, based on biblical facts and assumptions when scripture didn’t cover it. I usually woke up before my mom came into my room, at least long enough to put on pajama bottoms before falling back asleep to avoid the ‘judgment  lecture/nag’ about sleeping naked. I tried to head that off by talking fast to interrupt whatever she was about to say next.

“I was just about to get online to see what my friends are up to mom” “Well you can do that after you take a shower and get dressed. Why don’t people CALL each other anymore? Anyway get up, shower and get dressed…And find something to eat before you go out.” 

“Yes mom.” She turned around and left, leaving my door wide open of course. 

“Like I LIKE to walk around butt naked while she’s up to be shocked and disappointed”, I murmur under my breath. After making sure she wasn‘t going to come back, I hopped out of bed… Completely flaccid as I shut my door. Nothing like having your mom bust in on you to completely kill your hard on. This was the second time this week my mom almost caught me jerking off. I have GOT to get out of here and into my own place, I mused as I turned back on the monitor to see the well-muscled guy that was fucking the enthusiastic starlet unload on her face. ‘At least someone got off this morning’. I sighed as I turned off my computer and put on my pj bottoms to go to the bathroom and shower.   As I turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm, I divested myself of my bottoms and looked in the mirror. I think I look pretty decent for someone who doesn’t go to the gym. I have 6 pack abs and muscular legs, thanks to riding a bike 23 miles every other day. I wish I had bigger arms being a kinda slender guy but hey, I don’t go to the gym. My head is covered with a do-rag to keep my waves from being messed up in my sleep and my van dyke is close cropped and neatly trimmed. I do like the fact that because I am kinda scrawny (in my eyes) that my dick looks big when it is soft or hard. I still wish I was a little taller than my current 6’2”. Despite being considered tall everywhere else, in my family I was the runt of all the guys.  All in all, I still look good! I smirked as I turned from the mirror and got into the shower.

I was 23 and fresh out of college. I actually didn’t have to move back home but I let my mom talk me into it. I was making really, really good money as a computer consultant and making residuals from a couple of apps as well. She said that I could save money living with her and my dad to get a house. I wanted a nice sized condo but my mom thought a ‘proper Christian’ owned a house to raise a family, another thing I didn’t want but I knew when to pick my battles. I had been home since the end of the year and while I loved my mom, after 3 months she was driving me crazy. She didn’t do anything out of malice and for the most part we got along. I just felt stifled being home. I had my own apartment in my final year at school and had gotten used to being able to walk around naked, hook up my computer to my big TV to watch porn, (currently in storage since it wouldn’t fit into my old room with the other stuff I had in there) staying up late or any of the other myriad of things a single guy might do without parental supervision. Now with all these unannounced check-ins and the inability to lock my door, I couldn’t even jack off in peace. I had to get out, and I had to get out NOW!

So I quietly started looking for apartment.  Unfortunately with all the other tech people in the bay area, the price of a decent apartment had sky rocketed dramatically. Either they wanted waaay too much, eating up more than I made or the apartment was in ‘da hood’ somewhere. I needed a place that I at least wouldn’t get shot at going to buy a paper at the local liquor store or wouldn’t cost me my first born child I wasn’t planning on having when I wanted to save up to finally buy my own place. Another month had passed with no luck on the apartment front when I was telling my best friend of my woes.

“Hey why don’t you look at a roommate situation?” My friend Pat suggested as he bit into his sandwich at the bistro we were eating at before going to a movie.  “You could share costs at a decent place and save money like you want at the same time.”

“With you?” I raised the middle of my brows. “No offense homie but you’re a bit of a slob. I may not be as anal as Felix Unger but I do like a neater place than you like to keep.”

Pat laughed and shrugged. “I wasn’t really offering myself, I like my space but I’ll put you up for a while if your mom is really getting to you. No I mean you should look at people looking to rent out a room. They’re all over craigslist. You can even look them up in renter’s guides if you want to do reference checks and such. You know, to make sure you don’t get stuck with a psycho or something.”

“That’s not a bad idea Pat. I’ll start with Craigslist and if nothing pops up at me I’ll go the more formal route. I really don’t want to have to dig up all kinds of information to prove I’m not the psycho and all the rigmarole until it becomes necessary. It’s a landlords market these days and they practically are having me give blood just to look in the doorway of some of the apartments I’ve wanted to look at. So doing it more casually is pretty appealing about now.”

So after getting home later that evening I hit Craigslist to see what I could see. After checking out house and apartment pics for an hour and reading descriptions of some others, I kept finding my way back to one particular ad.

4 roommates looking for a 5th. MUST be compatible to stay!

Must sign off on rules before moving in. Description of place will be given at initial interview.

Make all inquiries to Glenn at 707-648-****

We are a cool bunch and just want you to be cool with us.

 

I don’t know why I kept coming back to this ad. The place already had 4 guys in it. So it was either really big or really crowded. They hadn’t given a description or pictures. They hadn’t listed how much the rent was either which was another red flag to me. They were either asking alot or even if they were asking only a little, something had to be wrong with the place. I was leaning toward considering it only because I knew the city and I knew that the address they put down was where all the old Victorian style houses were in an older but nice neighborhood. I figured it was one of those old Victorian houses that had been partitioned away into smaller apartments. It was fairly close, so I decided to call while it was still early.

The first surprise was that Glenn was short for Glenna and that she wanted to bring ‘Alexa’ with her to the initial meeting at a local coffee shop and not at the house/apartment. I told her it was fine and that we would meet at 2pm the next day. Since the shop was closer to me, I told her I would be waiting wearing black jeans and a red t-shirt.  So the next day, I was sitting there musing that my current drought of non- women was still going strong. ‘She sounded pretty cute on the phone, but I bet Alexa is probably her 6’10” yoked out boyfriend making sure I don’t try to take her right here on the coffee table.’ 

Just as I picked up my cup to take a sip, someone tapped me on the shoulder. “Are you Noland?” 

I turned and almost dropped my cup. This woman was STACKED.  Stacked and not afraid to show it off either. She had a blonde bob that stopped just above her shoulders and was held away from her face with few hairpins. Her face was round without being full. She had nice blue eyes and Angela Jolie type lips. She was wearing a scooped neck shirt that was holding a very generous “D” or possibly “DD” breasts. The shirt was tucked in a pair of jean short shorts. The kind that stopped right at the bottom of some well- rounded hips and ass. (Where are these white girls getting these asses these days?) She had long nicely tanned legs and she was wearing a pair of deck shoes with ankle socks. Next to her was an equal stunner of obvious Mexican descent. She had dark brown eyes fitted on a more oval face. Her lips were also a bit thinner as well. She wore her hair in a Betty Page type hair cut that stopped at the top of her breasts. If she had been wearing her hair forward I would imagine they would just cover the nipples but little else. I’m not really a breast man but while they were not as voluptuous as her companion, they were still a nice size, maybe around a “C”? Her brown legs looked especially sexy in a blue jean mini skirt that, frankly, should be considered illegally short. She wouldn’t be doing any straight legged bending anytime soon. I actually wondered if she could sit in it. 

After staring silently for juust a little longer than I should have I stuttered, “Ye-yeah, I’m Noland.” She held out her hand and said “I’m Glenn and this is my roommate Alexa.” 

I still hesitated until she said “I'm the one you spoke to on the phone about a room for rent?”

“Oh…Yeah. Sorry, sorry. Even though I just talked to you last night I was still thinking of Glenn as a guy name and thought I would be talking to a guy.”

I was thinking I sounded totally awkward in my ears. ‘Dude pull it together she must think you are a total perv scoping her out or one of the short bus kids from the way you are talking! Maybe both…’

Fortunately both women seem to be taking my staring and gibbering in stride as I belatedly shook Alexa’s hand as well.

"Sorry for the slight deception with our names, but we had an ad up last year and it was sort of a disastrous thing that we just gave up on. So this time we put up a totally different ad to find someone."

"Oh? What kind of trouble did you have from the last time?" 

Before Glenna could respond, Alexa spoke up somewhat repressively. "We just had a lot of trouble the last time finding someone suitable."

Even as slight warning bells begin to go off in my mind, Glenna quickly jumped back in. "We don't want to scare him off before we find out if we want him for a roommate!" Turning back to me, Glenna continued. "You see, our first ad had all of our names, our given names, a picture of the house and the address. We got all kinds of people looking to get in but most of them were just wrong, wrong, and wrong. The few people we culled out of everyone just did not work. They just didn't want to follow the rules. One guy we even had to have forcibly removed."

 "It was soo not pretty," Alexa interjected. "So this time, we made our ad deliberately vague. We figured that the people who answered this time around would be a lot more sincere and we could screen out the crazies better by making them answer our questions before they even get to see our place. So are you ready to answer us before you get to see the place? 

I was getting kind of wary since I still hadn't seen the place yet but I figured since I was already here, I might as well see how this all played out. So I shrugged my shoulders and said "OK fire away."

They asked the standard questions; what did I do for a living, did I smoke, was I a partier, did I like a clean place, etc... The only really unusual question was how much I valued my privacy. "Uhmm...I don't know. As much as the next person I guess? Everyone needs a little me time now and again, right?" I just figured they asked me that because I would be living with 4 other people.

So far so good, but I really wanted to see the place before I committed to anything and I really wanted to know what kind of rules they had. I remember reading about one guy looking to rent with a roommate that wanted to micro manage everything his potential roommate did to the point he had a rule about how you had to pee sitting down. That was the deal breaker for him. If these four had any equally invasive rules I might not want to move in either.

"So I have a couple of questions too. You guys still haven't told me how much the rent is, and what exactly are the rules that you have?"

"Weelll...Why don't you come and see the place first before we get into all that?" Glenna said evasively.

'Uh, oh, looks like these 'rules' are going to be what strikes this place off my list. I should bail now, but I don't mind following these two around for a little more. Those asses ARE pretty nice.'  I smirked in my head.

Glenna volunteered to ride with me as we followed Alexa over to (what I thought would be) apartments. We pulled up to a gorgeous two storied Victorian mansion that had a gated U-shaped cobblestone driveway with a two car detacted garage off to the side. Glenna hopped out as Alexa pulled her car into one of the garages. I followed Glenna’s round ass up the front steps onto a glass enclosed veranda where she asked me politely to remove my shoes. "One of the house rules, no shoes pass the foyer. We don't want to scuff the hardwood floors. In fact, there are five rooms in the house. You would get the master bedroom but there are reasons for this. It's part of the rules that we have. Let me give you a tour of the place."

More about these mysterious rules, I thought. The more I hear about them, the less likely I think I'm going to like them. This place is huge though! I doubt I could afford the rent here anyway.

The house had high ceilings and every room I saw was pretty big. They had a well-furnished living room with a large flat screen TV, a half circular sectional couch with a large table in the center.  Off to the side in the same room were other small groupings of furniture for conversation with lamps in a couple of the corners for reading. Overhead was a chandelier style light fixture that would give light to the whole room. The next room was a formal dining room with sliding doors connecting a large modern kitchen. In a well sunlit kitchen was a central island with stools and a built in sink. Under the main counter across from the island was a large dishwasher next to cabinets, and a large stove for cooking. Above those was even more cabinet space and next to it all was a large double door refrigerator. The kitchen even had a breakfast nook with solarium style windows to let in the light and overlooked  a huge backyard.

In the backyard I could see a gazebo with a large covered, hot tub. The grass appeared to be nice and thick and was bisected off to the side with an artificial stream with a Japanese bamboo water feature. The stream continued to a small pond and I could just make out the koi swimming inside. 

Back inside the house I was shown yet another room that turned out to be the den. Inside was a bunch of chairs around a large table. Against one wall was a small bar which sat next to a stereo system. I was told that this room was used as a gaming room.

"Well that explains your t-shirt Alexa. Anyone who wears a Gundam t-shirt almost has to be a gamer of some type!"

For the first time Alexa looked at me with something other than a slight frown on her face. "You recognize that it's a Gundam on my shirt? Most guys think it's a Transformer."

"Yeah, well I'm kind of a geek. I love science fiction and fantasy novels, manga, anime, most things geeky."

"Well you'll get along well in this house then! All of us are into geek type stuff. It's one of the things that brought us all together."

 Alexa kept trying to talk Japanese animation between Glenna trying to tell me about the house as we headed for the stairs to the second floor. "Alexa You can talk about anime with him later! Let me finish showing him the house." Glenna and Alexa chatted back and forth in front of me while I admired the house and their backsides. As they walked up the stairs ahead of me, I noticed that I could easily see up Alexa's short mini skirt. At first I thought she had on no underwear since her ass hid the strip of cloth between her cheeks. As she continued to walk up, however, I would get quick winks of red cloth between her thighs as she continued to walk upstairs. Between watching her completely bare ass and the hint of ass cheeks that I could see under Glenn's shorts, by the time we made it to the top, I had to adjust my suddenly uncomfortable jeans. 

When we got up to the top Glenna turned around to tell me a little more about the house. Did she just glance down at my bulge? I couldn't tell for sure but she did look over to Alexa with a little smirk on her face before she spoke up.

"As you can see, this is a Victorian style house, but it had been gutted and remodeled inside extensively. It has central heating; the boiler has been replaced with a large modern water heater. In fact, all the plumbing and electrical has been redone to modern standards. While the exterior and the general look of the house is old school, a lot of modern twists have been added to the interior. This house also has a basement that has a dancing mirror against one wall with some exercise equipment. The room has been soundproofed and has a stereo hook up as well."

Glenna opened up one of the doors in the hallway. It revealed a very nice sized room with a dresser and vanity on one wall and a queen sized bed on the other. There was a sliding closet door against another wall and the far wall had another door on it. "That door leads to a connecting bathroom that another room shares." Glenna closed the door and we all walked to the far end of the hallway to a pair of double doors at the end.

"This is the room we are renting." With no more than that, Glenna opened one of the double doors. This room was easily half again the size of the other room that she had just shown me. It looked even bigger since it had no furniture in the room. On the far side of the room was a pair of single paned French doors which led out to a rounded balcony that overlooked the backyard. I walked into the room to check out the bathroom off to the side. The bathroom had a large mirror over a double sink counter and a Jacuzzi bathtub easily big enough for two. Next to it was an all glass multi shower head shower. It had a rain showerhead and detachable showerhead with what looked like multiple settings. A small sliding door had a toilet inside.

I came out of the bathroom a little awestruck. "This room is fantastic! I doubt that I could afford the rent on this place though," I said a little sadly. "How much are you guys asking anyway?"

Glenna looked at me closely as she said "Five hundred dollars."

I had been looking at Alexa when I asked but I snapped my head toward Glenna when she quoted the rent. "FIVE HUNDRED... DOLLARS??! Okay, what is wrong with this place? Actually scratch that! From what I can see, this place is awesome so it's got to be in these rules you guys keep sliding by without telling me anything. I mean I know women who would kill for the bathroom alone!"

"And that is part of the reason why none of us has this room," Alexa replied. "This is the other."

She walked over to another set of double doors and opened them. "While the bedroom was already this size, the owner took the sixth room of the house and walled it off. She used the space to expand the bathroom and made this closet." Alexa snapped on an overhead light to show a huge walk in closet.. It had a shoe rack that went around the bottom half of the closet for two rounds of shoes. The ceiling was as high in here as it was the rest of the house and this closet took full advantage of it by having two rows, one above the other, to hang clothes on. Above even that was single row of shelving. The second row and the shelving row could be reached with a rolling style ladder that could go around the three and a half walls of the closet like you would see in an old fashioned library. In the center of the ample space was an oval dresser with drawers on either side. 

As Alexa walked around the dresser, she trailed her fingers along it like she was petting a large animal. "We've all been friends since grade school but this closet came the closest to actually ruining our friendship... So we decided to rent out this room to keep the peace. The reason the room in this house is so cheap is that it comes with some rules. Rules that you'll have to sign off on a contract before you can move in.  Rules that are non-negotiable. While the place has a gardener for all the other work that has to be done around the house, we do all the lawn mowing ourselves to save a little money. We decided whoever gets this room has to suffer a little." She smiled at me when she said it. "It has to be done every two weeks unless it's been raining then it has to be done as soon as the ground has dried out enough for it to be done. You also have to empty the garbage in the kitchen and make sure the cans get put out front, outside the gate on garbage day."

"Is this why you guys are looking for a guy roommate? To do all the scutwork on the cheap? I should warn you, I'm more of an electronic guy than a handyman kind of guy..."

"That's good to know, but that's not really why we decided to make the rent so low. Our last rule is why we've been through three different people in the last year. Because the closet is so big we want to use some of the space to hang our own clothes in here and of course be able to come into the room to get at the clothes when we need them."

"Well I don't see any problem with that..." "I'm not finished," Alexa interrupted "While our rooms each share a bathroom, none of them have a Jacuzzi tub or a shower as awesome as this room has. We'd all like access to that as well."

Now I hadn't seen the other two roommates yet but even if they were Quasimodo ugly, the thought of seeing just these two traipse in and out of my room in a (hopefully) skimpy bathrobe would be pretty decent compensation to my sex starved brain. Still, while the rules were more than a little quirky, I wanted to be cautious about these rules.

"So why didn't your last three roommates work out?"

Glenna decided to take the question. "Well one girl didn't like for us to come in the room unless she was here. That made it inconvenient for us if we wanted something out of the closet or use the bathroom when she was out. She also went to bed early and didn't want us in here when she was asleep. Sometimes, we might have wanted to use the bathroom at a later time of night too. The guy we had in here lasted longer but in the end it got bad. He would skimp on emptying the garbage in the house and he'd forget to take the garbage to the curb. He'd also take too long in mowing the lawn so the backyard started looking like a jungle. What really got him kicked out though was his sloppiness. He could keep the room itself how he liked but he didn't clean the bathroom up after himself and he kept the closet sloppy. That's part of the rules too by the way, "Glenna warned. “It’s not like we are neat freaks or anything but the kitchen, bathroom and this closet has to be kept clean."

"The last roommate we had, another woman, kept stealing from us, which was bad enough but she tried to sow even more confusion by saying it was one of us!" Alexa grew heated with the telling. "She hadn't known that we had all been friends and thought she could blame me since I was 'the minority'.” She put up her fingers in air quotes. "So we waited until one day she was out, grabbed all our stuff out of the closet, put it in our rooms and locked the doors. When she came back we gave her the thirty day notice. Hell, we made sure that there were always at least two of us here at all times until we got her out! Do you know she had the nerve to have on one of Lizzie’s, another roommate, blouse when she left?!" Alexa shook her head in exasperated remembrance. 

"Anyway that's why the closet is empty now. We'll wait for you to put in your stuff before we put in ours."

"So all of you are women? I don't mean to be a pain or anything but what about my privacy? I mean, I don't want to embarrass you or offend if you guys come in here unexpectedly or anything..."

Glenna had a little smile on her face as she looked at me, and then looked at Alexa who smiled back, and then they both looked at me.

"Well, this is a little unofficial but we want you to feel totally at ease here. We're all pretty laid back and open but we'll make sure we knock before we enter and hopefully we'll put YOU at ease. We don't want you to feel uncomfortable here at all either, trust us."

I didn't know what the smirking look was about between them but my gut told me that this just might be one of the better things in life. So I stuck out my hand toward Glenna. "Well, it looks like we're going to be roomies."

Instead of shaking my hand she ignored it and stepped into my space wrapping her arms around me. I felt her body from her breasts to her thighs against mine in a very nice full body hug. "Well alrighty then! Welcome to the family!"

Of course I couldn't move in that day. Even though I didn't really have to pack much since I hadn't really unpacked when I moved back in with my parents. Plus even though I had a queen sized bed storage, that room deserved a king sized bed! ... And a bigger computer desk, maybe a cool floor length mirror, I just wanted to decorate that room right. So I looked online for a bed until I found a bed I liked. Unfortunately it would be six to eight weeks to get it delivered. Meh, I'd still have my old bed until the new one is delivered.

I waited until Monday to move in. The good news about moving in on a week day is that my mom was at work. Meaning she couldn't guilt me or outright find some way to block me from moving out. The bad news is that all of my friends were working and I couldn't solicit their help in getting out or helping me move my bigger stuff out of storage. Since I had a small sports car, it took me several trips just to move my clothes and small stuff out of the house to my new place. 

I had already gotten a key from Glenn, after I signed a contract saying I would follow the rules to move in and while I had met her and Alexa, I still hadn't met the other two roommates. Glenn told me that they all usually home more or less around the same time. So it was early evening after I had gotten my clothes all put on hangers when there was a knock at my bedroom door. I walked out of my humongous closet to see a slim woman with mousy brown hair standing in my doorway.

"You must be the new roommate, I'm Elizabeth." I walked over to her and stuck out my hand. "I'm Noland, nice to meet you."

I checked her out as I shook her hand. She probably stood about 5'6" in her stockinged feet but she had on three inch heels. She was wearing a navy blue pencil skirt that hung to mid-calf that showed off her slender frame with an equally fitted matching jacket. Under the jacket was a crisp blouse where I could make out that she had on a lacy bra. She had a very cute face that was hidden behind some unbecoming thick framed glasses over her green eyes.

"So have you gotten all of your stuff over here?" She looked around the room at the small boxes. "You don't have any furniture yet?"

"Not yet. I've ordered a bunch of stuff online but I'll have to go rent a truck tomorrow to get my bed and some other stuff out of storage. Good thing you guys have such a nice couch downstairs. It'll be cool for me to kick it there for the night, right?"

"Well you could," Elizabeth mused. "But in the spirit of being a cool new roomie, and having nothing to do tonight, "she grinned "I drive an F-150 and you can...fill up...As long as you don't keep me up all night."

I wouldn't put money on it, but the way she said 'fill up' and 'up all night' sounded kind of...suggestive. I shrugged it off as a hopeful horny guy thought. “Yeah, that would be great! It shouldn't take me long to load up the stuff I want put in the room and it should only take me one trip too."

"Great! Just give me some time to change clothes and we can go get your stuff." Elizabeth left my room and went down the hall to one of the rooms and went in.

So I went downstairs to the kitchen to get me a glass of water and wait for her. After about ten minutes, I heard someone coming to the kitchen so I turned around to look.

The first thing I noticed was her thick, beautiful, deep navy blue hair that actually hung down to her mid-thigh. She had it tied up into a ponytail but you could see the high gleam of healthiness and how well cared for it was and it was apparently real. She had on a pair of wide legged shorts that showed off slim, very well-toned legs, along with a pair of ankle high socks and some tennis shoes. On top she wore one of those handkerchief style tops that tied around the back of her neck and behind her back, leaving her equally toned midriff bare. This revealed a blue jewel belly piercing and an unusual but somehow familiar stylized rose tattoo that disappeared under the shorts. She peered at me with brilliant green eyes and a cheeky smirk on her face. She didn’t say anything so I spoke up first.

“So you must be the last roommate I have in this place. I’m sorry but the other roomies haven’t given me your name yet. I’m Noland by the way in case they haven’t mentioned my name yet.”

I extended my hand to shake hers but she didn’t grab it. Instead she just grinned wider and looked at me. I drew my eyebrows together and looked down at myself to see if I wasted water on my crotch or something. “Is something funny? My fly isn’t open and I don’t think I have anything between my teeth. You don’t shake hands or something?”

“She grinned at me for a few more seconds before she giggled at me. “You really don’t recognize me do you?” she said in a maddeningly familiar voice. “Maybe this will jog your memory.” 

She reached into her pocket and put on a pair of somewhat thick rimmed wide pair glasses. I stared for a second before reacting. “Elizabeth?!”

“You can call me Lizzie when I’m not in that  brown wig. You should see the look on your face right now!” As I continued to stare at her she kept talking. “Since I’m a paralegal at a pretty conservative law firm I kind of have to look the part.”

“Wow you look so different. I literally did not recognize you! I do however kind of recognize that tattoo of yours on the front but for the life of me I can’t think of where I might have seen it before.”

“Oh this? I got the idea from a book called Kushiel’s Dart. The main character has a tattoo like this on her back…”

“That’s where I’ve seen it before! Only on the book, the tatt is on her back, and the intertwined stems aren’t quite so short.”

“Oh the stems aren’t short, you just can’t see the whole tatt.” With that she just casually unbuttoned the front of her shorts and pulled down the zipper to reveal the rest of her tattoo and a breathtaking amount of skin… and pubic hair. She pulled the front of her panties partially down as well. The end of her tattoo disappeared into her short well groomed bush. I could see where the tattoo ended in the ‘runway’ styled cut and that her pubic hair was also dyed blue.

Before the blood could drain back out of my penis and into my head to stop my mouth from running I blurted out, “You dye your pubic hair as well?”

Lizzie glanced down before pulling her thumbs back up which allowed her panties to slide back up as well. “Oops,” she said not entirely sincerely, “My friends keep telling me I’m not as modest as I should be. I hope I didn’t offend you or anything like that.”

“I’d think you might be more offended by my staring and drooling, than I’d be offended by you showing me anything.”

“Nah”, Lizzie responded. “You’ll find that we’re all pretty laid back…And that staring and perving isn’t just a man’s sport!” Lizzie smirked. 

"so I gotta ask," I remarked. "How come you don't have that rose on your back like in the book?"

In answer, Lizzie turned around and pulled her hair to the front to show a beautiful tattoo of a fully blossomed cherry tree that had been put off centered to the left on her back. The branches of the tree went across her shoulder blades while individual pedals drifted down.

Lizzie turned back around. "I couldn't very well put the rose in the middle of that now can I?"

This was my introduction to my third roommate, Elizabeth ‘Lizzie when I’m out of that wig’. We hopped into her Ford F-150 and headed to my storage unit to pick up my things. As Lizzie helped me to load up my things, I was treated to watching her nipples poke through her top. I also noticed when she squatted to pick up some file boxes that I could see right up her shorts to her lacy panty crotch. Let me tell you, moving moderately heavy stuff with a semi hard on is not easy.

Fortunately I didn’t have a huge amount to move and we got it all in the back in less than an hour. We got back to the house and with her help we got it all upstairs and into my new room. As Lizzie helped me manhandle the mattresses into my room I commented about having to haul them out again in a few weeks.

“So why do you need to take your bed back out after a few weeks?”

“Because I ordered a king sized bed that will really go better with this big ass room you guys gave and look a lot cooler.”

“So what are you going to do with this bed when your new one comes in?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ll probably put it on craigslist first and if I don’t sell it quick enough I’ll just take it to Goodwill or the dump if they don’t take it.”

“This is a nice bed. I could actually use it.” I only have a full sized bed and the girls have been nagging me that I should get a bigger one” Lizzie replied. “Hey instead of putting it together in here, how about helping me take my bed apart and putting this one into my room?”

I looked at her while she gave me puppy dog eyes and a fake pout. I could see that I was already going to lose this round but I gave it a shot anyway. “Well…Being as tall as I am I kinda like being able to stretch out and I wouldn’t be able to do that on a full sized bed…” 

Sensing that my response was weak, she pressed her advantage by standing close enough to brush her nipples against my arm and put her hand on my suddenly rapidly beating heart. “I’ll give you four hundred dollars for the bed.” She hadn’t realized she had already gotten me with the protruding nipples and putting her hand on my chest maneuver.  I hadn’t even thought about asking for money until she mentioned it. Lizzie started to step into my body and I stepped back because I didn’t want to embarrass myself with the hard on that was beginning to poke my shorts out.

“Okay, you have a deal.” My voice cracked slightly. “You don’t have to give me four hundred though. That’s more than half of what I paid for it brand new. You can just give me a couple hundred bucks.”

“Really?” Lizzie squealed. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” She jumped up in down, making her obviously braless breasts bobble like two halves of a Jell-O mold under her top. Lizzie stopped her bouncing and looked at me speculatively. 

“Two hundred is really low and since you won’t take four… How about three hundred and a kiss?”

I nodded my head, not trusting my voice right then and not wanting to make her feel like I was treating her like a charity case. I was expecting a nice but quick kiss on the cheek. I mean so far three of the women ranged from hella cute to traffic stopping gorgeous. I didn't think I had any real chance with the three I've met so far. 

This was my inner nerd talking and my inner nerd stems from the scrawny, picked upon kid I was in high school and most of college. I figured that a smooch on the cheek was pretty darn cool from that point of view. So I was shocked into immobility when she deliberately pressed her body against mine and her lips against mine. After a moment Lizzie pulled her neck back still molding her body against me.

"You have soft lips." Then put her lips back against mine. I may be a little slow about women but I wasn't stupid! I put my arms around her back and she pressed close enough to me that she knew I enjoyed her touch ALL over. She thought I had soft lips? I wanted to feel how soft her lips were, with my tongue. So I gently ran my tongue over her upper lip that I had captured between mine. Lizzie seemed to take that as an invitation as her tongue almost immediately darted out to slide into my mouth. We kissed for a small eternity. Well at least long enough for me to lean against the wall so I could slide my legs down slightly to more easily kiss her...and to feel her body more intimately against me. I wanted to reach between us to adjust my very happy, yet uncomfortable member but before I could do so she pulled back her head.

"Wow! You are a really good kisser. I'm not sure who is paying who!" Lizzie glanced down between us and ground her pelvis against mine. “I’m glad to see you like my kissing too. Let me just get my sheets and stuff off the bed so we can take it apart.”

Lizzie turned and sauntered out of my room while I adjusted the huge hard on I sprang so it didn’t stick out so obviously. After I had it pointing in the right direction I went into the hallway and peeped into open doors until I found her room. After taking apart and moving her old bed into the hallway, we put up her ‘new’ queen together. I gave her all of my old sheets and comforter since I would no longer need them and they wouldn’t fit onto the new bed I ordered anyway.

While we had been putting together her new, my old, bed I could hear that someone else must have come home downstairs. Right after we wrestled the top mattress onto the box spring yet another woman walked into the room.

“It figures that you would have some guy all over your bed.” The unknown woman grinned. 

“You’re just mad that you weren’t here to join us.” Lizzie quipped back. “True, true, all too true.” The stranger giggled back. “The woman turned her expressive, brown almond eyes toward me and waved her hand. 

“My name is Christine. I’m the last animal of this menagerie we all call home. You must be the new roomie Noland.”

Christine had the golden skin of an Asian who got outdoors often. Like Glenn she had surprisingly full lips. Her long black hair gleamed as it fell, ruler straight, down to the top of her ass. She stood about 5’3” and she was surprisingly pretty full breasted. Not as big as Glenn of course but she looked around the same size as Alexa, but on a smaller frame. What really caught my attention though were her legs. They were smooth but you could actually see the ripple of muscle when she moved and she had on a pair of thigh high socks that stopped short of her brief pleated skirt. Just like an animated school girl but she was not wearing a uniform.

Now while I have a thing for Asian women I wasn’t obsessive about them as some nerds. Being a Cali kid, I dated any woman whose attention I could catch, including (gasp) Black ones! This was the second time since I’ve met any of my new roommates that I got stung by their beauty. Lizzie took one look at my face and with a grin started snapping her fingers in front of my eyes.

“Hello! Hello McFly!” She caroled. That snapped me out of my staring and sent blood rushing to my face. Still I couldn’t help blurting out. “Man this place is unreal I didn’t think ALL of you would be so fine!”

I literally clapped my hand over my mouth. I was afraid if I didn’t do that something else stupid sounding would come flying out.

“Wow”, Lizzie giggled pinching my cheek. “I didn’t know Black people could blush too.” Christine smiled too but saved me from further embarrassment by telling us that dinner was ready.

“Oh you guys don’t have to go out of the way for the new guy. I still haven’t bought any groceries or anything. I just planned to eat out later.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Christine waved me off. “Glenn does most of the cooking here and heaven help whoever messes up the kitchen.” Both of the women looked at each other and said at the same time: “Everything in the kitchen has an exact place to be to make cooking easy and a joy.”

“Well that doesn’t sound like a direct quote at all.” I snarked. “Believe it or not, Glenn is the quietest of all of us until you get her in a kitchen, then she becomes a drill sergeant.” 

“One of those old school, loud drill sergeants too.” Christine added. “You so much as put a spatula in the wrong place she bitches at everyone until it is found and put back…In its PROPER place. You can help buy groceries and pick up fast food now and then but it’s far easier to just give her the money and let her take care of the kitchen. Right now just wash your hands and come down to eat.”

While I could cook, I wasn’t great at it so I just followed directions and went downstairs to eat.

It was a good dinner, but it was the conversation that made it really good. All the women made a point to include me in the conversation which helped me relax and begin to feel like part of the group. We talked about a variety of subjects, including geeky ones. Some of the items of conversation went down some…very interesting branches.

“Noland actually recognized my Kushiel’s Dart tattoo.” Lizzie explained. “He thought that the stems were too short until I showed him how far down it went.” 

Glenn rolled her eyes at that statement. “So that means you got to see the blue grass,” using air quotes, “that the rose grows in.”

Christine laughed. “I swear she finds more reasons to show that blue runway as much as possible.” Christine turned toward me. “You should see her swim suits. She always wears all white or thin suits so you can see that blue through them.”
 

“What can I say?” Lizzie shrugged unapologetically. “I like tweaking the old biddies that are shocked and outraged because of my blue hair. Whether it’s the hair on top of my head or above my pussy lips, besides none of you heifers can talk considering how skimpy your swim suits are! We don’t go to the beach that often though so most of the time I’m just laying out in the backyard or soaking in the hot tub.” Lizzie looked toward me. “We wear some pretty skimpy clothing around the house because we want to feel comfortable and we want you to feel equally comfortable to do what you want to do too. Is there anything you like to do that you don’t think you can do now that there are four females in the house?”

I was caught a little flat footed. There was no way I could tell them what I really like to do when I’m truly alone. It was too close to my little kink and I rarely told anyone except on a few community sites with people into it as much or more than I was. “Uuhhmm…I…Like to go to the fridge naked and drink out of the carton?”

 

“Euwww, gross.” Christine said. “Yeah I gotta agree.” Alexa chimed in. “If you gotta get late night drink,” she paused with a grin, “you gotta use a glass!” They all laughed as I squirmed in my seat.

 

“Seriously, we’re VERY laid back here. Feel free to treat this place as if you actually were here by yourself. There’s nothing you could do that would really bother us, even if one of us actually did catch you in the kitchen naked.” Alexa grinned. “By the way, why do you get your late night drink naked anyway?”

 

“We-well” I stammered and blushed. “I sleep in the nude. So, umm, when I get up to get a drink, I don’t usually bother to put anything on.”

“That’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Christine sleeps in the nude too.” Alexa volunteered as Christine playfully smacked her friend for outing her.

 

“Aaanyway…” Glenn interrupted the byplay. “We should all go upstairs and get ready. It’s Crunchy roll night!”

 

“Okay I’ll bite, what’s Crunchy Roll night?”

“It’s my favorite night!” Lizzie jumped in. “We’ve hooked up a computer to the TV in the living room so we can watch Anime off Crunchy Roll on the big screen. We bust out some weed, some Guinness and snacks and watch anime until we’re ready to hit the hay.”

“Well, that does sound like fun,” I temporized, “I haven’t put together your old bed in my room yet. I still haven’t put my books on my shelves…”

“Aw come on Noland you can do all that later or even tomorrow, hang out with us.” Christine gave me her version of the sad pouty face and I already knew I lost. 

I sighed loudly. “You guys are going to kill me with all your pouty faces all the time aren’t you?” The women all looked at each other then looked at me and started making exaggerated sad faces. Alexa pantomimed like she was playing the world’s smallest violin. I held up my hands in equally mock surrender. “All right, all right, I’ll hang with you guys!”

Just give us an hour to shower and change into our night stuff then meet us back down here in the living room.”

So with all of us helping Glenn to clean up the kitchen, they all scampered upstairs to their perspective bedrooms.

“I call dibs on the master shower!” Lizzie called out. “I’ll shower with you.” Alexa said to my surprise. I suddenly had visions of the two of them writhing together under the hot water. Just as I started to totally make up a good masturbatory fantasy, Lizzie spoke again.

“You can wait in my room until I get out of the shower. Besides you don’t wear anything to bed, you can just get naked and wait for us down here. Too bad you didn’t call dibs yourself, Noland. Remember your shower has multiple shower heads and plenty of room.” Lizzie gave me a lingering look as she left the room.

Oh yeah, I forgot I guess that means they don’t have to rub skin to skin with each other but I’d sure like to imagine they do anyway!

“You should’ve spoken up anyway.” Christine said. “Take it from me both girls look good wet, or you could even join me.” With a sly grin, she too walked up the stairs.

They can’t be serious can they? I thought. I dithered downstairs for fifteen minutes, totally wussing out before I followed them upstairs. Surprisingly all the bedroom doors were open and I could hear multiple showers running as I passed by the doors. As I walked by each door I could see each room was empty. I walked into mine and I could hear both Alexa and Lizzie talking while in the shower. I was severely tempted to peek in but with the entire enclosure was made of clear glass I was sure to be spotted. I went into the closet instead and pulled out my silk pajama pants for after the shower and went into Lizzie’s room to sit and wait for her to get out.

As I went into her room I could hear the shower that was between the two bedrooms on this side of the house running clearly. The door that led to the bathroom was open and I could see the steam coming out. When I sat on Lizzie’s bed I noticed that while I couldn’t see the shower I could see the towel rack and there were two towels on it. Abruptly the shower shut off. There was a pause then Christine went by the door frame completely nude to grab one of the towels. 

Because of the angle I didn’t get a full frontal look, just a glorious glance of her entire right side and all of her exquisite, surprisingly muscular, bubble heart shaped ass. As she fumbled a little, pulling the towel off the rack, she dropped it. When she bent over to pick it up, her pussy was in complete display from the back for a long two seconds. Long enough for me to see that she actually had hair on her pussy but not long enough for me to tell if she trimmed it or not, or how her lips looked beneath it or… She stood up and started drying with her back to me. As I sat mesmerized she turned from facing the towel rack to bend over to towel her legs when she noticed me.

Christine’s eyes widened but she didn’t cry out or even really cover herself. Instead she just continued to dry her legs and started talking.

“Oops! Well I guess this is kind of my fault. Lizzie did tell you to wait in her room and if I didn’t want you to see I should’ve closed the door.”

That got a reaction out of me as I started to apologize profusely. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I should’ve just waited downstairs until Lizzie came down or called me or something!” As I was saying all this, I closed my eyes, turned and ducked my head. Feeling that wasn’t enough, I covered my eyes with a hand as I stood up and stuck out my other one in front of me to sort of grope my way out of the room.

Before I made it three steps, I flinched noticeably when I felt a firm grip on my outstretched arm. “Relax Noland; you can open your eyes.”

I opened my eyes to find Christine standing in front of me with her towel tied around her. What she didn’t notice but I did was that while it was tied around her, showing generous cleavage, the towel also didn’t quite cover the junction between her legs. I could see wispy hairs straying out from the bottom of it.

“Noland you need to relax or you’re gonna pop a gasket trying to avoid seeing any of us. If you went the week without seeing a titty, it would’ve been either a miracle or you had gone blind! We’re all very casual and a little pervy ourselves, that’s what we were trying to tell you at dinner.”

“Yeah? Just because you guys are casual doesn’t mean you want me to be lurking around, perving on you every chance I have. I don’t want to be THAT guy and make you guys feel all uncomfortable in your own house.”

 

Noland, I’m going to let you in on a little secret about us. We’re all a little pervy in the house. In ways that may even offend you. Besides how do you know that we aren’t or won’t be trying to perv on you every chance we get? We’re all a little,” she pauses strangely, “Exhibitionistic in this house so we like having eyes on us. We’ll just flat out tell you if we don’t like what you’re doing. We’ll give you plenty of warning and chances to amend whatever it is we don’t like before we think about doing something like kicking you out!” Christine’s last sentence came out a slightly exasperated.

 

I got the distinct impression that she was going to say something else but changed her mind. Still the word ‘exhibitionistic’ was a word I could come to love with four gorgeous women in the house.

 

“We’re all adults here, Noland.” Christine finished.

 

“Yes we are.” Lizzie said, walking into the room also clad in nothing but a towel. “Most of the time anyway, so why did you feel the need to state the obvious Christine?”

 

“I was just telling him how he needed to loosen up a little.” At the same time Christine said this, she grabbed me by the shoulders and mock shook me.

 

“Yeah she’s right Noland, you look so stiff! Oh and your shower is free so you can wash up and come down the stairs the way you go to bed.” Lizzie said with a wink.

 

So I got up and leave her room to head to my own to go take a shower. Once I had the water pounding my back and I started to soap up, I debated on whether I should masturbate before heading down to Crunchy Roll night. I had been popping hard-ons left and right from all the titillating things I’ve seen all day and it had been a week since the last time I jacked off courtesy of my mom’s continuing ‘pop-ins’ of my room in my last week living there. When I could, I liked to masturbate at least twice a day but because of my mom I hadn’t done it in a week and I was fit to burst. I figured that I didn’t have time and sighed. I’d have to leave my hard-on for proper treatment later. 

 

I got out and toweled off wondering if Lizzie was serious about how I should go downstairs. Would Christine be going downstairs naked since that’s how she slept? I just scoffed the whole thing off. Nah she won’t do that and neither will I! Besides even if they really don’t get offended they’ll laugh me right back up the stairs in total embarrassment. I did decide to put on my loose black silk pajama bottoms instead of my ratty, old cotton ones. I couldn’t find the robe that went with the pants and it didn’t come with a shirt so that meant leaving my upper body bare. 

 

It’s not that I had a bad bod, it’s just that I thought I had a skinny one. Even though I had six pack abs and cut muscles, I thought I had too little of them being such a slim guy. So with a little trepidation I went downstairs bare footed and bare chested. As I went pass Glenna’s doorway I ran right into her as she was coming out of her room as well. She had on a very thin, sky blue, mid-thigh peignoir with matching lace panties. I sooo wished, at that moment, that I had jerked off in the shower now because I seriously threatened to tent the front of my silk pants in the most obscene way possible. I had grabbed Glenna around her waist to keep from knocking her into the wall. 

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to run you over.” 

“It’s not your fault Noland I stepped right into you. Maybe you should keep your arms around me to keep from throwing me down the stairs.” Glenna joked. At the same time she grabbed my arms and pulled them completely around her flat belly which forced me to move up against her round, protruding ass. In this position we locked stepped slowly down the hall with my dick rubbing between her ass cheeks. By the time we reached the stairs I knew that she had to feel my dick getting harder as we had moved together.

Once downstairs she blurted; “Oh, I need to grab the Guinness from the fridge and some snacks from the pantry. You go ahead and turn on the TV.”

So she went to the kitchen while I went to the couch to turn on the TV and try to figure out a way to sit without my hard on being too obvious. Lizzie and Alexa came down the stairs while Glenn was still in the kitchen. Both of them were wearing shirts but they were radically different from each other.

Alexa had on a large basketball jersey that showed spectacular side boob and seemed to threaten to spill out of those sides at any moment. The oversized tank was short enough to show she wore a red thong underneath every time she took a step. 

Lizzie had on, of all things, a faded hello kitty night shirt. It might have fitted once but now it hung to maybe three inches below her pussy. When she sat on the couch, she drew her knees up to her chin but parted her calves to the width of her shoulders. I could see that she had big floppy lips on her pussy and for someone who just got out of the shower, appeared to be a little sticky.

“Aaawww! I thought you were supposed to come down how you went to bed, we did.” Lizzie said.

“Well, this is all that I have on so it won’t take too much for me to get ready.” I demurred. 

Glenn came out of the kitchen with a tray that held five stout glasses and five large black cans. She set the tray down then, went back to the kitchen to grab the snacks. As she left the room, Christine came down the stairs and joined the rest of us in the living room. Christine had on one of those women’s short, short robes that barely covers their ass in a deep fuchsia color. Unlike my pajama bottoms which were made of a washed silk, hers was the heavier shiny silk. She sat next to me on one side while Alexa took my other. Glenn sat on the rounded corner of the couch next to Alexa and Lizzie sat at the far end. 

Alexa, sitting closest to the TV, reached down under the table sitting in front of us to retrieve a wireless keyboard. As she reached down, I had an excellent view up the side of her loose, wide arm jersey. I could see that her nipples were thick and dark caramel in color.  We all either picked out two shows each, or if we were behind, or watching an older anime, picked one show to watch two episodes in.

“I almost forgot.” Alexa said. “Be right back.” She jumped up and ran up the stairs, the bottom of her ass cheeks flashing at me as she trotted toward the stairs. She came back a couple of minutes later with a metal cookie tin, and a very nice looking two tiered water pipe. “We’ll start this up half way through the first show so we’ll all be pleasantly baked when we put up my comedy anime.”

I grabbed one of the cans of Guinness and popped it open. “I’ll start pouring all the Guinness for us. I went with a buddy of mine to a Guinness tasting in San Francisco and learned all about it.”

By this time, the computer had booted up and we had gotten on the anime site.  Lizzie got up briefly to turn off the light in the room. We all got comfortable for an evening of casual drinking and smoking, filling in everyone else on our current episode as it came on and passing the water pipe around.

As the evening progressed and I got more and more buzzed from the alcohol and weed, I enjoyed the pulchritude of beauty surrounding me. Christine kept squirming more and more next to me. At first I tried to ignore it but I noticed that the more she moved the more her robe opened in her lap until I could see the hair on her mons. As Alexa watched the shows I could see the side her full breast on the side that faced me. Lizzie on part of the couch that was perpendicular to me watched with her hands folded around her drawn up knees and her calves parted to the width of her hips. Every time I looked her way, I could easily see the large lips that adorned her pussy. Glenna’s breasts and sand dollar sized areolas, while covered with the lacy top half of her peignoir, could easily be seen every time the TV screen brightened in the darkened room, which was frequently.

My dick practically ached from its prolonged rigidness. Now I’ve never thought of myself as particularly big although I had been told by some that I am. When fully hard my dick reached just above my belly button. Surreptitiously I moved it up that way so it would be more comfortable even if it did stick obviously out of my bottoms. Normally I would have a shirt on that would cover it but this time I had to adopt a different tactic. I tried covering it with my hands and arms but every time it was my turn to toke, or I took a drink of my stout or reached for a snack I was exposed. 

I still thought I was getting away with it since no one said anything and I would try and time it at times the flickering screen darkened the room, an action sequence came up or we were all quiet because we were concentrating on reading the sub titles of the current show. It wasn’t until I caught Christine looking into my lap that I knew that I was not fooling at least one of the women in the room. After I caught her the first time, I realized that she was looking into my lap at my throbbing member as much as I was looking in hers or around the room. At one point we both caught each other looking at the others lap and probably because we were pretty high just smiled and looked back at the TV.

By the third show Christine called out, “Pee break!” Alexa hit the pause on the keyboard and blurted out, “Are we playing house rules tonight?”

Christine paused in the act of getting up and laughed. “I don’t think Noland would want to follow one of the more unofficial house rules.”

“Well,” I said. “You won’t know that until you tell me. So what is it?” I didn’t realize the effect my question would have because all four of the women blushed and looked at each other and everywhere else but me. “So anyone want to fill me in?”

After that awkward silence Alexa spoke up. “Okay it’s like this, whoever pees the longest amount of time has to lick the stray drops of pee off the other three. Now that you’re here, I guess that would be four.”

For a few seconds I stared at the rest of the room in shocked silence before I chuckled out my response. “Hooo kaaay, how in the world did you guys come up with this game?!”

That brought out a startled laugh from Glenna. “Drinking and getting high of course! One night we were doing pretty much what we’re doing now and inevitably had to go to the bathroom. Somebody had forgotten to fill the down stairs bathroom with spare tissue when they ran out the roll and since we were all buzzed and high, no one wanted to go all the way upstairs to their room and bring down a pack. So someone, I think it was Christine? Jokingly suggested we get the mop bucket from the closet and pee in that so we don’t have to go all the way to the hallway bathroom and miss parts of whatever we were watching at the time. I said but we still won’t have anything to wipe ourselves with and we’ll get the couch all wet. I can’t remember who, although I know it wasn’t me, said how about whoever takes the longest to pee has to lick the pee off of everyone else so we don’t get the couch wet? Now is that some drunken logic or what?” Glenna smiles in remembrance. “Anyway we set up some rules for the game and voila! We use them for ‘house rules’ anytime it was just the four of us in the house.”

“What about when you guys had that fifth roommate?” I asked. 

“Oh we never played it with any of them.” Alexa said. “We didn’t even think to bring it up really. None of the other roommates seemed to either want to hang with us like you or the couple we did mention it to thought it was, you know, too kinky or nasty, so we played it off as if we were just joking about it. It’s just a silly game we play, you really don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, no I’m in,” I reply. “Who am I to ruin the silly?” The women mocked cheered and whoo hoo’ed.

“There’s juuust a couple of other things.” Alexa continued. “You have to pee in front of all of us in that bucket Glenn mentioned. Well actually it’s a different bucket than the one we started with. Somebody, she looked pointedly at Christine has trouble getting her pee in the regular bucket so we use an extra wide one we bought later.”

“Hey I couldn’t help it that one time! And is it my fault that I can pee that far?” Christine griped. 

Alexa laughed “Suuure you can’t. Also once the loser is established, we use the bucket for the rest of the night and the loser has to empty it and keep the others dry. So Noland you still in?”

“Yeah I’m still in, who goes first?”

“I do since I called the break.” Christine chimed in. With no more than that, she jumped up and ran out the room. Christine came back quickly with a wide blue bucket. She moved the snacks and glasses off the sturdy table and put the bucket right in the middle. 

“Hold it a sec, Christine.” Alexa reached under the table off magazine tray attached to it to pull out a stopwatch and notebook. “Okay Noland, these are the rules of the game. Once you step over the bucket the clock begins. No one can distract you to keep you from peeing. We are on the honor system so we all trust that when you finish peeing, that you’ve actually finished peeing. You’re not holding anything back. The clock stops when you do, so you don’t have to worry that it’s kept running because of some errant drops. Alright Christine now you can go. 

Christine didn’t need to open her short robe but then she didn’t need to. She squatted down close to the bucket directly facing me. I could see all of her delectable pussy for the first time. Christine had a refreshingly hairy pussy for one thing. It was little thicker on her mons but it wasn’t especially thick. Although it didn’t look like she shaved it at all, it was sparsely covered though somewhat long. Still I could easily see her outer lips through it and they bisected her perfectly symmetrically. 

Because she had been squirming around next to me for at least the last twenty minutes, I wasn’t surprised that she started peeing immediately. What did surprise me was the sheer volume and speed at which her pee came out of her. The expression peeing like a race horse seemed like it may have been tailor made just for her. Her pee shot out as if from an abruptly turned on full faucet and her strong slightly amber stream was thick! It had to be the width of a thick handed man’s thumb if not slightly more.

“Oh man! This is better than sex!” Christine groaned.

“I wouldn’t go quite that far Christine.” Lizzie grinned and rolled her eyes. “You always say that every time you pee.”

Christine kept peeing… and peeing… and peeing… and then she peed some more! The thick, strong stream was flowing from her body as if she was some sort of real life erotic garden statue. The room was silent except for the hiss of the pee as it forced its’ way pass her tight pussy lips, hitting the bottom of the bucket so forcibly, that you could see tiny droplets leaping back out.  The sound changed from hitting the bottom of the bucket rapidly, deepening to the sound of fluid striking fluid adding to the cacophony. 

She continued to pee so strongly for so long that she had to shift in her squatting position, to flex her well-developed thighs, making the uninterrupted stream wave crazily around for a moment, threatening to go arching over the side of the bucket.

Finally, finally the flow began to slow, then drip rapidly for a few long moments, then stop. I was watching closely as some of the final drops clung to the ends of her long, soft looking pubic hair. When Christine was peeing, she mostly looked down to make sure her stream was going into the bucket. The few times she did look up, she didn’t appear to see me. The look and expressions on her face almost looked sexual in her profound relief. Toward the end of that impressive deluge Christine realized that she had been facing me the entire time and blushed. I’m not sure if it was because I was a guy facing her or because of the awestruck look on my face from watching her.

I’m not sure if she was feeling defensive about what she did or not but she stammered out. “I…I really can’t help it you know. Once I start peeing I just can’t stop until I’m done.”

“You’re only like 5’3”! Where in the world were you holding all that?!” I exclaimed. “It’s even more than that.” Lizzie offered. “When we were younger, her mother even took her to a doctor about it because on top of peeing forever, she has to go to the bathroom… A LOT. It just turns out that she has a freaky big bladder. It’s perfectly normal, for her anyway. The doctor just told her she had to drink plenty of water. Speaking of water and peeing, I’m going next.”

Christine had already stepped down off the table and was standing on the far side in a slight wide footed stance. Lizzie stepped up onto the table but unlike Christine she faced away from me so I got to see her cute rosebud wink at me as she flexed her ass bend over deeply and squat. Because of that deep bend I could see her pussy lips easily, both from a simple visual perspective as well as the fact that she had long inner lips that dangled provocatively from the pussy itself. Lizzie was probably only about an inch taller than Christine and had a more petite build. She also peed differently from Christine as well.

Her pee started out like an overly leaky faucet, a continuous half drip, half stream combination. It quickly ramped up, however, and began to practically spray from her pussy. Although Christine was the one teased for peeing outside of the bucket, Lizzie looked like a far more likely candidate for that happening. It was a good thing that they had switched over to a more wide mouthed bucket. Even so, Lizzie got quite a bit of pee on her inner thighs and even some slipped pass the sides of the bucket to lightly sprinkle the table. The vast majority of her pee though sprayed into the bucket as if someone was holding their thumb across the end of a flowing garden hose. The hiss as her pee passed her large inner lips was noticeably louder than Christine’s but the pee hitting the liquid in the bucket was also noticeably softer. More like the sound of a hard rain or perhaps the sound of a spraying fountain as the water falls rapidly back into a shallow pool.

While she didn’t pee anywhere near as long or as much as Christine, it still seemed to be a pretty healthy sized pee. It also became evident why she peed in such a bent over position as well. As Lizzie’s pee wound down the rapidly diminishing liquid began to run back towards her ass, with streams and drops dripping off of it into the bucket. “Huh, I had to go more than I thought I did.” Who’s next?” Lizzie stepped off the table to stand near Christine.

“So how come you guys aren’t sitting down?” I asked. 

“Because the loser has to lick us clean and the second longest has to lick that person clean. That way everyone can be in on the fun.” Lizzie explained.

“Here, you take this.” Alexa said, handing me the stopwatch and the notepad. “Watching those two makes me want to pee now so I’m going next. Remember the time starts from when I get over the top of the bucket, not from when I actually pee. Actually you can do it this way. Start it when I squat over, then stop/start it for when I actually pee. We do it that way to break any potential ties. So we record the two different times and just combine them if there are any ties.”

Alexa stood up and reached under her short basketball jersey and pulled her thong down her light caramel colored legs and tossed them on her place on the couch. Of course when she bent slightly to remove the tiny panties from around her feet I got a prolonged glimpse of her darker caramel nipples when her jersey dipped forward.

Unlike Christine and Lizzie, Alexa neither faced me nor put her back directly to me. Instead it was at an angle that slightly hid her pussy and all of her ass. I could still see that she was completely shaven. Her womanhood was bisected by a rather prominent clitoral hood.  She had a small ring piercing with a green stone. The very tip of her clitoris could just be seen peeking out of the hood beneath the stone.

Alexa’s stream arched away from her pussy weakly at first but became stronger as it progressed. Her amber flood hit the pee already within the bucket with a deep gurgling sound. Like Lizzie, Alexa’s pee was very healthy, lasting for an extended time but again not as long as Christine’s. As her pee stream sputtered, then spurted to an end, she too got off the table to stand with the others. 

Glenna and I looked at each other for a moment until I broke the silence. “You should go next Glenn, I can’t exactly let lose with… Uuhmm… This.”

Moving my arms deliberately to my sides for the first time that evening, I revealed the head of my engorged member sticking well outside the top of my pajama bottoms. The head had risen to just above my belly button and because I wore my pants somewhat low on my hips a good portion of the shaft was visible too.

“Hmmm, Mommy likes,” Glenna purred. Alexa and Lizzie just grinned while Christine seemed a little stunned now that she could see just how much of me hung out the top of my pajamas. I think because I didn’t have on a shirt, it looked especially naughty.

“I guess I will go next while you think about baseball or something.” Glenna said.

As Glenna stood up to step onto the table, I passed the stopwatch and notebook back to Alexa. Glenna faced the TV while I still sat on the other side of the table from the standing women. She bent down to pull her dishabille up to her waist. At 5’10”she was the tallest of all the women and it was mostly in her long, smooth, well-toned legs. Like Alexa, Glenna’s pussy was completely bare. She had a prominent mons with her inner lips just barely peeking out between her plump out ones. I bet when she wore tight jeans, shorts or a bikini she had an awesome camel toe. Glenna squatted over the bucket, but not nearly as low as the others. She took her fingers and gently peeled open her pussy lips. Glenna held very still for a moment and I almost missed the little rivulet that ran down one of her long legs. She quickly adjusted the beginning stream by moving her pussy lips slightly and the rivulet jumped off her leg to go directly into the bucket. With that slight adjustment she straightened her legs and just like that, she was peeing standing up. 

Out of all the women, Glenna had the weakest stream going but she still peed about as long as the others did. I was already very aroused but I was fascinated now as well, since I had never seen a woman peeing standing up. Her stream, unlike guys, only arched a little ways from her body. When her peeing began to wane she had to quickly squat down more traditionally, otherwise the remaining liquid leaving her body would’ve went down her legs and onto the table. As it was, the table was already liberally spotted with various pee drops.

“It’s your turn now, Noland.” Christine said. “You know I’ve never seen a black dick before now.” She added with a blush. “Not outside of a porn anyway.” 

There was no way I was going to be able to piss through the throbbing tube between my legs so I stalled for a little time. “Let me get something to wipe up the pee drops off the table right quick.”

Glenna volunteered a little information. “There’s a small towel threaded through the door handle of the fridge you can use. I need to do laundry tomorrow anyway so I can just toss that in my hamper when we’re done with it for the night.”

I got up and tried to get around the table and couch quickly to hide my hard on. That pretty much proved to be an impossible task due to the fact that so much of my dick was already sticking out of the top of the light material, when I stood up, my dicks weight and the looseness of the pants almost pushed them right down to my ankles. Fortunately for me, I grabbed the pants as I stood up but I could feel all four of their hot eyes staring at the slightly flared head sticking out as I hurried out the room.

 I walked out of the living room, through the hallway past the dining room and into the kitchen to retrieve the towel. By the time I made my way back, wiped the table and the bottom of the bucket free from pee, I was able to stuff my slightly reduced, manhood back into my bottoms. I still wasn’t so soft that my pants didn’t tent out obscenely though.

“Alright,” spoke Alexa. “Now that the table is wiped, quit stalling and get up there and do your thing.” She finished with a smile of encouragement.

Now that I wasn’t rock hard, I could definitely feel the urge to piss after all the stout I drank. I stepped up on the table and like Glenna I faced the TV. I knew if I faced my little audience, my shyness would prevent me from pissing. As it stood now, just my semi-erection would make it somewhat difficult. I opened the buttons on my bottoms and pulled out my dick. The opening was so ample that my balls inadvertently, yet easily followed.

I must have stood there for about three minutes with my eyes closed and my dick nearly parallel to the ground thinking about basketball, my favorite cars and my mother. That final thought got my dick down enough to piss freely. With a pulsing jump in my hand, which the women could see, I let loose with a strong stream of fluid. Once I got the stream going, I looked up from my pissing dick and got a good look at the four women watching me. 

Glenna’s expression seemed like one of anticipatory fear. On the one hand she seemed eager… For something, yet at the same time afraid of what she was seeing. As if she was going to ride a roller coaster for the very first time. Alexa just had a lascivious smirk on her face. Christine’s expression was a look of pure fascination with a hand over her mouth and her almond eyes opened wide. Lizzie had a look that seemed downright hungry. OR, I could be totally misinterpreting their expressions. I AM a guy after all. A shy guy and geek, what do I know about women?

My strong stream soon became a trickle, then those last few spurts you force out before you shake your dick clean of any last stubborn drops. Unlike any other time that I’ve pissed, I impishly don’t shake off those last few drops and I even held on to those last spurts. After all, I wanted whatever lady that will be ‘cleaning’ my dick to actually have something to get rid of didn’t I?

Alexa, having retrieved the stopwatch and notebook from me when it was my turn, jotted down my time. “Alright people here are our times for tonight! Christine you started peeing as soon as you got over the bucket so you have no prep time. As usual though, you’ve peed for an insane amount of time, 2 minutes, 20 seconds.” Alexa smirked at me. “Christine use to have to ‘clean’ us all the time until she started to make sure she peed before we started the shows, instigated pee breaks sooner and we changed the rules to add prep times to make it a little fairer. Tonight this game started kind of awkwardly because none of us expected we play tonight, let alone that YOU would join us.”

I nodded at this and Alexa looked down at the notepad to continue. “Lizzie you took 5 seconds to start peeing and you actually peed for forty five seconds. I peed for 43 seconds and it took me 15 seconds to start. Glenn, you took 12 seconds to start and you peed for 50 seconds.” Alexa paused and looked at me. “Just so you know Noland, your time started from when you got up on table and stood over the bucket. Like I said earlier, we added the prep time to make it fairer to Christine so she wasn’t the one always doing the cleaning, but also to break any tie-breaks we might have.”

“Not that I really minded.” Christine said chuckling, “One of the perks of being bi.”

“I was kind of wondering about that, considering this crazy game!” I exclaimed. “Are all of you bisexual?”

“Sort of…” Glenna answered. “They all are.” Gesturing around the room, “but I’m what I like to call bi-light.” She was obviously wanting me ask what that meant, so I did.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What is bi-light? Are you less filling but still taste great?”

Glenna laughed gaily. “In a matter of speaking, I like getting licked by either a guy or a woman. I like kissing either a guy or a woman. I’ve also been told that I’m good with my fingers and I don’t mind fingering women as well.” Glenna had wiggled her fingers suggestively and grinned as she said this.

“But I just don’t really like licking pussy. I’ve tried it more than a few times but I’m just not really into it. In that respect, I guess I’m just like some guys.” She shrugged. “What about you?”

“I love doing it myself.” I paused momentarily, thinking about my answer. “I love either seeing the expressions on a woman’s face or if I can’t see her face, the sounds she makes as she is truly enjoying herself. Okay, now I’ve answered your question, answer mine,  tell me my time already!” I said eagerly. 

“Alright,” Alexa jumped back in the conversation. “I just wanted to explain the rules to you so you didn’t think this was some sort of set up.”

Set up? Why would I think this was some sort of set up? I thought.

“You took 5 minutes to start and 40 seconds to pee.” 

Oooh…NOW I know why she thought I might be thinking it was a set up, I thought. Outwardly, I widened my eyes and put my arms akimbo and shook my head in an exaggerated manner. I don’t believe it! I have to lick all FOUR of your pretty pussies clean of PEE?! You mean I…Wait a minute! What am I saying?!” I raised my arms up, palms upturned, waving them forwards and backwards for emphasis. “You mean I get to lick FOUR PRETTY PUSSIES?!”

The women laughed at my antics. I may be shy most of the time but I was fairly good at hiding behind humor and conversation. I was a little nervous though about what I was about to do and I had questions.

“Uhmm…I’ve never done anything like this before so I was wondering is it going to taste bad, and it’s not going to make me sick or something?”

Christine was the one to answer my question. “It’s not healthy to, like, ONLY drink urine Noland but in the little amounts we’re dealing in or even if you were to take a full load, so to speak, it’s perfectly harmless. As for the taste, it depends on a variety of factors. What you’ve drank, how much of that item and just how much liquid you’ve had during the day. If a person is healthy and they’re drinking plenty of fluids, which we all do, then it’s pretty much tasteless. Only in the mornings or if you don’t drink enough water does it have a more acrid taste.”

“You seem to know an awful lot about the subject Christine.” I said shrewdly.

 I was rewarded with a blush and a downward slide of her eyes. “Well considering how much I pee, I read a little on the subject.”

Now I like to play poker. I’m, of course, no expert but I play enough that I know how to look for some of the more obvious ‘tells’. Now her little eye slide told me she was either lying or not telling me all the truth. ‘I wonder if she’s like me in that___’ I shook that thought off. There’s no way she was like me in that. 

Alexa stepped into the conversation. “Now Noland this doesn’t give you carte blanche to do anything else, if you know what I mean. Like I said in the beginning this is all just a little silly fun we’re having right now, Kay?”

“Oh, I understand.” I said, hiding my little disappointment that an all-out orgy wasn’t about to break out. Is it an orgy with five people? I thought. Ah well, being a fairly shy geek who’s only had sex in collage a couple of times, getting this close to pussy was still pretty darn good in my book!

“So…Who do I do first?”

“Me,” said Glenna. “I can feel some pee running down my leg.”

“Actually,” Lizzie interrupted. “To keep everyone in the fun, you get cleaned by the person with the second worse time.”

I looked over at Christine, who looked back, blushing prettily. She silently walked around the large round table and gracefully went to her knees. After I had finished my contribution to the contest, I had put my tool away, re-buttoning my pajama bottoms. Christine quickly unbuttoned them again and gently extracted my dick with her small hand. 

She leaned in close to examine it. She gave it a stroke and gasped when it throbbed and bounced in her fingers. Using her palm, she bounced the shaft up and down in her hand to her amusement. “It’s so heavy.” She said more or less to herself than to anyone in the room. Christine leaned a little closer as she bounced me, fascinated as it continued to grow in her hand. Until, a drop flew from it and hit her on the cheek.

“Oh! I’m supposed to be doing a job here not playing with it.”

“That’s quite all right.” I replied, thoroughly enjoying her attentions.

“You know, unlike a woman, you don’t have as much surface area that needs to be ‘cleaned’ off.” Christine said aloud, as if she needed to have some sort of excuse. “Still, I’ll suck it out a little to make sure all of the pee is gone. After all,” she started to say and all the women joined in chorus, “we don’t want to get any pee on the couch!” They all giggled after that. It was obviously some sort of long running inside joke between them.

Christine encircled my partially erect phallus gently but firmly in her hand and licked at the pee hole of my dick with long sure licks. After doing that for far longer than was necessary to get off any few drops that might have accumulated on the tip, she leaned back for a moment.

“That should’ve gotten all of your pee from the outside. Now to make sure you don’t drip any pee on the couch that might not have made its way completely out of your penis.” 

With those words Christine engulfed the entire head of my manhood. She used her hand to ostensibly milk the shaft when in reality she was gently stroking it, while sucking hard on the head. 

Christine wasn’t bending my dick at all.  She had allowed it to expand and jerk its way to full rigidity, standing proudly at a 45 degree angle.  In this way, I could still piss if I still had to. She compensated by kneeling with her thighs perpendicular to the floor so her head was higher than my dick. In that way she could go down my shaft if she chose to. Because of the angle she had the head of my dick in her mouth, it allowed me to push those last spurts of piss directly into her mouth. Those spurts were actually more than I thought they were but Christine didn’t hesitate to swallow. “Hmmm, is that all? Let me make sure.” She put the head back into her sensual mouth. 

A stray thought crossed through my mind at this point. ‘I am loving how they are keeping up the pretense that this is all just to keep the couch clean. I’m going to have to see how these pretenses hold up in future encounters!’

I tried to stifle it but I couldn’t help groaning in pleasure at her ministrations. In fact, despite or because of how gentle she was pulling, combined with her voracious sucking, the mischievous crinkle in her eyes and the fact that I hadn’t cum in week, Christine was very likely to make me cum right then! Being the courteous type I spoke out to warn her. 

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to do more than just spurt a few drops of pee in your mouth.”

Christine pulled off my dick head with an audible pop and simultaneously stopped her gentle milking.  My dick bobbed in sympathy with my rapid heartbeat, A string of pre-cum going from the eye to the bottom of her lip. It snapped off though when she spoke.

“Well we can’t have that! I’m just trying to make sure none of your pee gets on the couch. You have a bit of a quick trigger don’t you? I only sucked on you for a minute or so…You know, to make sure all the pee was out.” She smirked and the other women giggled.

I blushed deeply, a little ashamed and embarrassed. Shy as I was I couldn’t let that statement stand. “Normally, I’m not that ‘quick on the trigger’ but I haven’t had a chance to…Uhmm… Take care of myself in a while so I’m just a little excitable right now.”

The whole time I was saying this I looked straight ahead at nothing, my faced flushed in embarrassment so I couldn’t see anyone’s faces. I felt like I was practically glowing in shame. How many people ever had to explain they hadn’t jerked off in a while?

I waited to hear laughs of derision but heard nothing but silence until Glenna spoke, seeing the acute embarrassment on my face. “Noland, we’re not going to make fun of you for that.” I looked at her with an air of disbelief but it was Lizzie that responded.

“We understand Noland. If we haven’t gotten relief in a while, we get…’overly excited’ too.” Lizzie grinned as she said “We women just have the advantage of being able to ‘get excited’ multiple times.”

Christine spoke as she stood up. “This is all just meant to be in fun. I didn’t mean anything with what I said. It was just a stupid observation, not condemnation or ridicule. If…if I or any of us are making you uncomfortable we can stop…”

“NO!” I blurted out. “I mean it’s not that big of deal. It’s okay, really. This is the most fun I’ve ever had.” I said more normally.  Like someone once said.” Looking at Christine with a grin, “We’re all adults here; I can let you know…Right?” 

Christine grinned back and the brief conversation we were having served to calm me down.  Being majorly embarrassed like that had, of course, allowed me to get completely soft so I put my dick back in my pajama bottoms and rebuttoned them before I turned to Glenna.

“So Glenn, you said something about pee running down your leg? We can’t let that stay there. The couch might get wet!”

“Yup, I do indeed!” Glenna replied.

So now it was my turn to walk around the table to stand in front of Glenna and I kneeled down in front of her, though not as gracefully as Christine had in front of me. She looked down at me with a naughty grin on her face and started bunching up her peignoir in her hands, pulling it up. I watched her hemline go up like a slowly rising curtain. Pass her calves, then above her knees. As her dishabille went past her mid-thigh I saw a thin line of liquid. As she continued to pull up her night wear past her hips I put my mouth on her skin and I licked, going slowly upwards. I continued to lick upwards, looking into Glenna’s eyes the entire time as I followed that line of wetness to its source. Just before I reached that delectable looking source I stopped.

“Hey I have a question.” “What”…”Is”…”It?” Glenna bit off each word, clearly excited but trying not to show it.

“You’re all women…” I started out. 

“What gave us away?” Lizzie snarked. I stuck out my tongue and continued. “You guys can get wet from *ahem* certain stimulation. How am I supposed to tell when there is no pee left?”

“You should be able to taste the difference.” Lizzie responded, and then grinned impishly. I can’t speak for these other heifers but I won’t be mad if you have to lick a little longer than strictly necessary to insure that no pee is there.

They all laughed as I turned red and thought about the prospect of taking advantage of the situation. I went back to Glenna’s body and contemplated her equally very smooth pussy in front of me. There were a few more drops clinging to her plump outer lips so instead of licking, I did what Christine did to me, I attached my lips and gently sucked off the offending drops.  Glenna shuddered in my mouth but otherwise didn’t have any other reaction. I was disappointed there was nothing else to lick or suck off but I still pulled away and started to get up when Glenna stopped me.

“Whoa hold on there, partner” she said with a fake twang. “Aren’t you going to check inside as well? My lips may have trapped some pee and could slowly seep out. After all, ‘we don’t want to get any pee on the couch!” They all chorused. They all laughed gaily and I grinned drily. They were obviously feeling the effect of the marijuana and Guinness and it was beginning to affect me as well. 

I took my thumbs and peeled back those smooth, plump lips and a white fat drop of lubrication fell out and hit the ground with a tiny ‘splat’.  I saw another one forming at her hole and I pushed my tongue in, curled it slightly and pulled it out. I wasn’t able to do it perfectly however and a thick strand connected her lips to mine as I tasted her. 

She actually tasted a little peachy so I knew I would be able to easily discern her taste and the very slight, sharp taste of her pee. I put my tongue back in, this time going above her vagina but below her clitoris to zero in on the tiny opening of her urethra.  ‘I knew all that reading of female anatomy back in high school would come in handy’, I thought.  I scoured my tongue all over and around the area, completely licking up any lingering suggestion of pee that could be found, and not incidentally arousing Glenna still further. Just as her breathing began to hasten even faster than it already was, I stopped my oral exploration.

“That should do it!” I said brightly, feigning ignorance of the storm of arousal I created inside of her. 

“You’re an evil, evil man.” Glenna murmured, “But you catch on to our teasing pretty quick.”

I just grinned in response, and then I looked at Lizzie. “You’re definitely next Lizzie. I saw how messy your pee was when you did it. You couldn’t sit down on the couch without wiping, or having ‘cleaned up’ all of THAT pee!”

“I know, I always pee like that too!” Lizzie moaned. “I have to wipe everything when I pee.”

I hadn’t noticed it at first, being focused on watching everyone else pee, then giving Glenna the comprehensive licking she deserved, but Lizzie was not only standing wide legged to prevent her inner thighs from touching , she was holding her jersey above her waist to prevent it from touching her ass.

Still on my knees, I knee walked the foot or three over to her.

“I’m soo wet.” She said slightly distraught but still with a special emphasis on ‘wet’.

“I just bet you are.” I replied equally cheekily. Lizzie just poked her lower lip at me.

Still kneeling, I started by licking and sucking her inner thighs. Some points of them I sucked vigorously enough to leave a hickey on her pale skin. Next, I turned her around to see more droplets on her petite but rounded ass.

“Okay, now I need you to bend over. Better yet, just put your hands flat on the table, lock your knees and open your legs a shoulder width apart.”

Lizzie complied with my directives and I, again, knee walked to get behind her and enjoyed the view. Because the table was only about knee height at most, I had a complete and unobstructed view of her ass, pussy and could even make out the star of her asshole. I started at the top of her ass to get any remaining rivulets, avidly licking her taunt smooth globes. Every time I touched her skin with my lips, her tiny star winked at me in concert. It was SUCH a tempting target! Dare I lick her…There? Starting at the top of her crevasse, I decided to meticulously work my way downward. I took long slow licks. Moving closer and closer and closer still and then I actually skipped over her rosebud and attacked her perineum, ending just before I reached that crinkled opening.

“Oooh, that tickles!” Lizzie squealed and wiggled back and forth like she was trying to avoid my tongue when in fact, she actually pressed her star against it more firmly as she continued to gasp and giggle. What also caught my attention was that her pussy actually began to literally spill juices! Well, not spill so much as ooze out. It started out slowly, frothing forth like the head of a freshly poured honey. As I continued to lick her rosebud, her pussy lips folded open and a thick clear strand of girl juice with a fat drop on the end seeped out. The heavy drop seem to pull the strand further and further from her blue haired punani, until one of her little wiggles snapped the strand which struck and clung to her left leg. 

Delighted with what I caused her pussy to do I wanted to continue my assault on her asshole but what excuse could I…”It’s really hard to get the pee from this spot. I have to be thorough because after all, the women joined in chorus; we don’t want to get any pee on the couch!” We all laughed loudly at the running joke which I finally got. I guess we were all really feeling the effects of the marijuana. Alexa must have a GOOD weed man! 

Using that flimsy excuse, I went back to eagerly licking her pink, contracting asshole. I was rewarded with an even thicker strand of effluvia. The strand was even thicker than the last and I watched it get longer as Lizzie wiggled less and pressed her star against my tongue more. Every time she pressed backwards, I would lean back to keep my tongue pressure consistently light. The heavier strand of juice lengthened and stretched to about mid-thigh before it broke off to hit the floor with a tiny but audible *plip* in the silent room.

It wasn’t until Lizzie began to blatantly moan that I abruptly stop teasing her rosebud. However, I still wasn’t done; I still had to lick off the many droplets that dotted the outside of her womanhood. There were also a few drops that I missed on the backs of her thighs from my first pass. I started with her thighs first, licking impatiently but thoroughly wanting to get to the main event. Even though I did this quickly, this did nothing to calm Lizzie’s overheating pussy.

Her pussy kept visibly pulsing, continuing to slowly but steadily drip pussy juice, with strands and drops snapped off by her contracting inner muscles. The droplets making tiny spattering sounds every time one would hit the floor. I started on her flower by using both hands to peel back her large  inner lips and plunged in my tongue as deep into her interior as I could. Lizzie let out a high pitched “EEP!” and I could actually feel the mouth of her pussy contract around my tongue. I thought licking slowly all around the inside would totally cause her to lose it and I didn’t actually want to make her cum. Although she was quite obviously enjoying what I was doing, she seemed to not want to cum in front of her friends. 

So instead I licked inside and all around the inner lips quickly, paying especial attention to her pee hole, the source of what I came to find to be her delicious over abundant lubrication.

I only stopped long enough to say, “Since you are standing in this position some of your pee may have ran down toward the top of your punani. I have to make sure you are completely clean by licking the top of your pussy too.”

With no more warning, or time for her to stop me, than that, I quickly wrapped my tongue, then my entire mouth around her clit and sucked strongly. The effect was immediate. Lizzie sprang up on her tip toes like she had been cattle prodded.

“EEEEEeee!” she singed out and wound downward like some kids toy. 

Her pussy, which had been dripping and continued to drip juices more and more heavily, contracted mightily for a split second, flutter rapidly, then began pouring a thick deluge of spending’s as if someone upturned a bottle of thick, clear syrup. It poured pass my closely cut mustache, over and around my still wildly sucking lips and tongue, into and down my goatee and chin to hit the floor in a small but rapidly spreading pool of girl goodness between Lizzie’s feet.

For a full minute and a half I continued to suck and lick her as she poured her nectar all over the lower half of my face and onto the floor. Lizzie’s legs, which had been rock steady at that point, minus all of her wriggling and squirming of course, abruptly began to tremble and she sank to her knees, no longer able to support herself. She bowed her forehead to the table, breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. I leaned back on my heels, head tilted towards the ceiling, not even bothering to wipe the copious juices off of my face, feeling it run down my neck and onto my chest.

We both began to recover at about the same time. I tilted my head back to admire her thoroughly drenched pussy. It was still winking sporadically, drops of sweetness still bubbling up to her lips. Some of her juice had run down into her pubic hair, making it glisten. Lizzie pulled up her head up and looked back at me almost accusingly. I said the only thing I could think of in the ensuing silence.

“I guess your pee is all cleaned up now?”

Lizzie glared for a few more seconds then she broke out into peals of laughter. A few moments later, we all joined in, laughing until tears sprang to our eyes.

“Well I don’t know about you Alexa,” Christine said, ” but all that laughing and rolling around has dried me up for now, how about you?”

Alexa hesitated for a second but she agreed with Christine. I was disappointed because I wanted to ‘clean’ them off too.

Christine turned to me, “This doesn’t let you off the hook Noland. You’re not done for the night. We’ll be using that bucket until we finish our shows. So you’ll have to ‘clean’ us each and every time we go and you’ll have to empty the bucket out too. By the way, since that bucket is larger than normal I wouldn’t wait till it’s full. You should empty it in small intervals so you don’t strain yourself.”

Glenna changed the conversation. “I think I’ve had enough stout I’m going to switch to tea from here on out. What about you guys?” Everyone nodded in the affirmative.

Glenna gathered up all the empty cans and glasses. Alexa went over to help her and together they took everything to the kitchen. I decided to get a jump on the bucket emptying and went to the bathroom to do just that. As I walked out, I noticed Lizzie using the small towel I brought in earlier to pat down her soaked pussy then wipe up the small puddle she made on the floor. I dumped the bucket in the toilet but didn’t flush. I knew I would be back in there because we had all had several glasses of Guinness and  I also just happen to know that tea is a mild diuretic. 

I came back into the living room to find Christine and Lizzie back in their perspective seats. Lizzie was leaning back against the cushion sitting Native American style, her pussy finally covered, if barely, by the front of her Hello Kitty nightshirt. Christine had covered her legs with a large blanket she had retrieved from the hall closet. As I sat down next to Christine again she asked me a question.

“Aren’t you uncomfortable like that?” Looking down, indicating my semi hard cock, which was tenting out the front of my pajamas despite the laughing and the break we took. I blushed when I looked down at myself.

“Not really, but I would be more uncomfortable if I had on underwear or these bottoms were tighter.”

“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable if you let it out through that buttoned part at least? I mean, that looks very uncomfortable to me.” Christine persisted. 

“Well…I guess it would, but you guys don’t want to see me waving around in the room.” Despite all that had gone on, I was still a little worried that I might offend one of them. I was still being hesitant and shy.

“Noland I’m telling you, none of us would mind.”

“Yeah,” Lizzie chimed in. “Some of us will even appreciate the view!”

I smiled but made no move to unbutton my bottoms. Seeing my unresponsiveness, Christine persisted.

“Tell you what Noland, since you don’t seem to believe us quite yet, why don’t you share this blanket with me? That way you can be more comfortable and covered at the same time?”

That…Sounded pretty reasonable to my smoke addled brain so I agreed. We scooted a little closer to each other and Christine unfolded the blanket so it covered both of our laps. With that accomplished, I reached under the blanket, sharply scrutinized by both women as if they had x-ray vision, and slipped loose the two buttons closing the enlarged crouch opening allowing my member to slide through.

“Better?” Christine asked. “I have to admit, it is.” I replied.

“Good, I’m comfortable knowing you’re comfortable.” Christine said, seemingly satisfied.

Glenna and Alexa soon came back from the kitchen, carrying fresh snacks, mugs, two steaming tea kettles and all the accouterments that you could make and mix tea with. They set it all down in the middle of the table and we all bustled about to make our cups of tea the way we liked it.

I was one of the first to finish making mine and I leaned back on the couch, leaving my cup on the table letting my tea steep in the hot water. Alexa was still making hers next to me. Although everything was more or less in the middle, Alexa had to get up to reach everything on the large round table. I was sitting and leaning back and she was standing and bending forward, giving me an inadvertent and fantastic view of her ass and a peek of her still unclad punani. 

Looking at that made my semi go fully rigid rather quickly. As I started to tent up the blanket I reached under it to pull my dick towards my belly so it would lay flat and not be so obvious. I thought I saw Christine looking my way but when I turned my head she seemed to be perusing the snack tray.

Once everyone was situated and Alexa sat back down, to my disappointment of peeking. Alexa packed a fresh bowl of the sticky icky. She lit it, took a couple of tokes and passed it to me. While everyone else was getting their tokes, she picked up the keyboard and started the next show.

Now that the ‘seal’ had been broken and we switched from stout to tea, we all would be peeing much more frequently. Now I could see the practicality of the bucket while having a marathon anime watching with the others and why the one doing all the ‘cleaning’ was considered the loser of the contest. We didn’t have to frequently stop while someone went to the bathroom so they wouldn’t miss the subtitles of the show. The loser, while getting to lap at some good punani, had to miss dialogue because his face was buried in someone’s snatch as the show progressed. Like this is a bad thing? Riiiight. 

They didn’t all pee at the same time like during the contest. It was pretty staggered. Most times it was just one of them peeing, a couple of times two of them might go sequentially. Other than the contest we didn’t pee in the middle of the table. Instead we just scooted the bucket around to whoever needed it at the time and the person would just squat, or in my case go to the edge, off the couch and go there.

Watching the anime, a particular show would be richly interspersed with the hissing sound of pee leaving pussy lips to land into the bucket or the deeper gurgling sound of me pissing in it. This, of course, kept me getting up, either to empty the bucket or to lick a willing pussy.

Christine, in particular, kept me the busiest. She seemed to have a bottomless bladder and had to pee every 15 minutes and not little pees either. Each and every time she peed it was for at least 90 seconds or more. At one point Christine had finished peeing, got back on the couch only to quietly ask for the bucket not 5 minutes later.

“You have GOT to be kidding me!” I whispered fiercely, so as not to disturb the others watching the current anime. “You JUST peed a few minutes ago! Are you messing with me?” I accused.

Christine looked up at me with sad eyes and whispered back. “I’m sorry! I can’t help it if I’m a freak!”

“Listen, you are NOT a freak. I just have to admit you caught me off guard. I think you, and all the peeing you are doing, is actually hella sexy.”

“You’re just saying that because you are polite and didn’t mean to hurt my feelings.” Christine accused as a single tear rolled out of her eye. “I’ve been looked at and whispered about in askance when I come out of public stalls, I’ve had a boyfriend reject me once and he told all his friends that I was weird because of how long I peed…”

“Look, I’m not like those people at ALL.” I interrupted, “Remember how you told me a secret about how you guys like to tease each other and are a little exhibitionistic around each other?”  Christine nodded. “Well it’s MY turn to tell you a secret.” With a deep breath and blush on my face I blurted out in a whisper, “I’m turned on by watching women pee. Tonight has been like a virtual fantasy coming true to me. Watching YOU has been the biggest turn on of my life!”

Christine looked into my blushing face to see if it matched the sincerity of my tone. Apparently she found what she was seeking because she smiled at me and whispered. “You’ll have to tell me the story about that later. Right now, I have to pee…Again.”

I turned back to watch the show…and ear hustle on listening to the sound of her pee yet again when I felt a tap on my arm. “You can watch me.” She whispered.

I glanced at everyone else in the room. Alexa sat to the right of me facing the TV so she essentially had her back to me to watch more directly. Glenna and Lizzie were sitting further down to face directly in front of the large screen. This was Lizzie’s favorite show and she just wasn’t paying attention to anything or anyone else. Glenna may have been facing the TV, but her red eyes, the dazed expression on her face made it readily apparent that she was feeling her high and was stoned out of her gourd.

I looked back at Christine, who had grabbed the bucket and was squatting over it with her legs wide open so I could easily see what she was doing. She was blushing as deep as I was as she looked directly at me. She only looked down long enough to make sure she was over the bucket before she let loose with her thumb wide rushing deluge of now clear, thanks to all of the tea she had been drinking, pee.

I drank in the beauty of her face going a little slack with pleasure of her release, how her long straight hair was off to one side of her head brushing the bucket in danger of accidently being dipped in, how the rushing liquid dripped off her pussy lips and pubic hair as it rushed pass both to hit the inside of the bucket. I especially enjoyed how long it took just for her complete her task. It seemed that she would pee forever since she urinated so much longer than average!

After she finished her long, long glorious pee, Christine got back on the couch, but sat on the edge and leaned backwards with her legs propped up on the table to tilt the angle of her punani upwards. “Clean me?” she smiled.

I kneeled down on the floor like I had numerous times tonight. I grabbed her closest ankle and raised it so I could slide beneath to get between her legs. The first thing I did was to suck the stray droplets from the soft hairs adorning her womanhood, slicking them down and parting them with my tongue. I pried apart her sleek lips and cleansed her damp pink interior of any residue left behind, making her writhe in pleasure.

What I did differently from my previous sojourns after I’ve ‘cleaned’ her is that I deliberately swiped my tongue across her erect clit. Christine tried to moan quietly by putting her hand over her mouth and clamping her lips tight, but she only succeeded in sounding like a sexy siren, going up and down in cadence. I could sense she was getting close to completion but she abruptly pushed my head away from her center.

“I think…I think I’m clean now…Thank you.” She panted.

I was pretty sure that I hadn’t made her cum, but for some reason she didn’t want me to make her cum either…I just couldn’t figure it out. Sighing to myself and thinking that I’ll never understand women, I got up and sat back next to Alexa.

When Christine sat back down next to me she pulled the blanket back over both our laps and turned her body to casually put her hand on my stomach under the blanket. The thing about putting her hand blow my belly button is that when I’m erect my dick goes past said button. I was of course throbbing hard after watching her pee and sucking on that delicious punani. I could feel it hitting the back of her hand as we continued to watch the latest anime, the head brushing the back of her knuckles.

I thought she was going to just pretend to ignore it at first but then she leaned closer to me to whisper. “Wow, your dick is soo hard! I have to admit that it totally fascinates me since I’ve never seen one, a black dick, in real life before. Is it okay if I touch it? I mean for me to actually touch it and not just touch it for the whole cleaning thing. I mean can I touch it right now?” She babbled. 

I slowly nodded, hardly believing she would do it even after all that has happened already. Christine wrapped her fingers just behind the head of my dick and began to gently stroke it up and down. My earlier urge to cum and somewhat dulled and she wasn’t stroking me vigorously so I wasn’t in danger of cumming but what she was doing felt soo good! I let out a large sigh with a soft short moan. Christine looked up at me and continued to speak in a whisper so the others wouldn’t hear.

“Hey Noland, can you keep what I’m doing to you between us? I just want to make you feel as good as you made me feel and I just don’t want the others judging me for it.”

I looked at her strangely but I nodded my head like I understood. 

‘Judging her for it?’ I thought, ‘she’s had my dick in her mouth three times tonight sucking out any pee that might be left but this is what her friends will give her grief about?  I’ll never understand women.’

Christine’s gentle stroking was both good and bad. Good in that it actually calmed me down if you could believe it. It made my horniness steady and not the throbbing spikes of pleasure that could turn into the ache of blue balls from being hard but untouched. It was also bad, in that because every time I came from under the cover to empty the bucket or briefly lick a damp pussy, I had to pull my engorged dick back in and button up the crotch of my pjs, wedge the head above the waistband, or  pull up the bottoms high enough to cover my dick but because I had on no underwear, it would bulge out in a very obnoxious way. Every time I got back on the couch and under the cover, Christine would unbutton my bottoms and drag my schlong back through the crotch to stroke the shaft as well as the head once more. After the third time, and another couple of tokes on the bong, I was relaxed enough and high enough to just not give a fuck. So after listening to the distinct patter/spray of Lizzie peeing slowly come to a stop, I to up without bothering to fasten up first.

Alexa was sitting on my right with her head facing the same way the show so she essentially had her back to me. So she didn’t even see my bobbing phallus as I got up. Michele was sitting to the left of Christine and me so she did.  I, of course had to pass by her in order to get to Lizzie at the end of the couch and she impishly decided to take advantage of it. Instead of leaning back as I side stepped in front of her in between the couch and the table, she leaned forward as my the head of my dick was about to knock her in her face. Not realizing she was doing this on purpose, I tried to get by her even slower to avoid hitting her and that’s when she struck. Michele rapidly leaned forward and sucked the head of my dick into her mouth. I froze, not knowing what to do while she on the other hand, started bobbing back and forth on the head of my dick, making it shiny with her saliva. While I stood there in shock, after bobbing on the head a few times to get used to the width, she slowly went down the shaft until her nose was pressed against my short groomed pubic hair. Equally slowly she drew her head back toward the tip of dick while at the same time, rapidly moving her tongue against the main vein underneath my shaft. Once she reached the head once more, she gave an especially strong suck so that her lips came off of it with a sharp “smack!” sound.

“Hmmm! I see why Christine takes so long ‘cleaning’ you off now. You taste good. I kinda wish that it had been me that lost now…”

Christine and Lizzie just grinned at me as I scooted across from in front of Michele to get over to Lizzie While Michele looked in my eyes long enough for me to see the lust in her eyes before she went back to watching TV. 

Since Lizzie’s pee would always get on her bottom, she would stand, put her hands on the couch and thrust out her petite heart shaped ass in the air with her legs spread for me to lick first. The table was close enough to the couch that I couldn’t kneel behind her comfortably. So instead I did something even naughtier. Instead of asking her to lean forward over the back of the couch or even just getting on her knees on the couch to create room for me, I grabbed her waist to steady her and slid right behind her. I deliberately let my rampart manhood drag across the globe of her cheek until it rested on the crack of her ass. I did it slow enough that she could’ve moved out of the way at any time but she didn’t even flinch. Instead she looked over her shoulder at me with a grin and asked me just what I was doing.

“Me?” I said innocently. “I’m just trying to be more efficient by using my pants to wipe down your legs to save time so we both can get back to the show.” I blinked my eyes all wide and rapidly as if butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth.

“Uh huh, I think that you might be cheating by not using your tongue but in the interest of ‘efficiency’ I’ll allow it. In fact,” Lizzie’s smile became even more mischievous, “I’ll even help you.”

Lizzie began to tot sensually gyrate her ass against my legs. Sure she was wiping the pee off on my pajamas, but she was also rubbing her ass and pussy all over the shaft of my dick. Just in case you don’t know, or maybe it’s just me, one of the perks of getting high is that tactile sensation becomes very enhanced.. There was no way in hell I was going to tell her when to stop! I think she realized this because she was the one that stopped grinding… Eventually.

“I think my legs are dry now Noland but you still have to lick the wetness off my pussy.”

I didn’t try to move from behind her. Wanting to continue the contact, I instead slowly dragged my dick down the crack of her ass, over her asshole and slowly…Oh so slowly… over and between the lips of her soft, sodden pussy until it sprung down and sprang back up, bumping against her mons and her clit, causing both of us to gasp. After that, I sat down on the table behind me to ‘clean’ her slick labia. I did only a cursory lick of her outer lips but I scoured the longer inner ones.  I licked on them. I sucked on them I even nibbled gently on them.  I enjoyed her lips and her pussy like the feast it was. I tried my best to make sure the lips were parted for what I had in mind next. After licking her pussy as open as I could, I stood up, to apparently go back to my after doing such a pleasurable task but as I stood, I tried to drag the blunt head of my instrument through her lips and up to the crack of her ass in the reverse of how I dragged it down. I did it deliberately and slowly to thoroughly enjoy how her lips felt against the head of my dick, but what I hadn’t accounted for was the slickness of Lizzie’s juices or her impishness.  Her pussy was so wet, so slick, that instead of sliding just against her punani as I stood, the head started to slide into it! This was compounded by Lizzie bending her legs and leaning back into me to suck up even more of my manhood. Almost before we both realized it, the first 2 inches of my shaft were buried into her soft contracting flower. We both gasped and froze in position. Well… we froze with the exception of her pussy contracting strongly around the head while it throbbed in sympathetic reaction.

We both spoke at the same time. “Ohmygosh I didn’t mean to…”, “Oops, wasn’t trying to make it go in..!” We babbled over each other, each trying to apologize for each other’s presumptions.  

I couldn’t just jerk away because I had the table behind my legs and I was in real danger of just slam sitting or even falling back on it. No matter how solid the table was, I didn’t want to risk either tipping it over with all the stuff on it or even possibly breaking it. Lizzie didn’t jerk up right away because the sudden wondrously feeling insertion had made her balance just as precarious as mine. That’s why we stood so still. Well that and how incredibly good it belt to even be a little bit buried in pussy after my long drought.

 After we both sort of ran down from babbling we both stopped talking at the same time and an awkward pause filled the air as I sort of filled her opening. So I broke the silence first. “Uhmm… How are we going to get out of this without fall over and causing all sorts of chaos?”

“I think,” Lizzie panted, “I think the best way to do it is for you to tighten your grip around my waist and you straighten up, stabilizing us both.”

I thought about the mechanics of doing what she said, cheered YES and did the running man dance in my head. Grabbing her firmly at her hips I slowly but steadily straightened my legs, moving forward so we could both stand solidly.  I also inadvertently, rapturously sank deep and deeper into her pussy. We both sighed in satisfaction when I fully embedded myself all the way into her grabbing twitching womanhood until my pubic bone indented her butt cheeks.

 Glenna, who had watched the whole incident with amusement, spoke up at this point. “Is he… I mean, are you ALL the way up now Lizzie?”

Lizzie, whose eyes had been closed in pleasure as my dick slid slowly into her grasping pussy snapped open and she flushed in embarrassment and stammered out an answer. “Uhmm… ye…yeah.. mmm…Oh,  you can let go of my waist now Noland.”

I did as she asked and she slid her slick, contracting, exquisite body off of mine. Just as she completely slid forward, the TV brightened and I could see her hole gaping slightly from the void I left in her. I could also see a heavy strand of her juices connecting her flower to my stem. Leaving no doubt as to where I had been so recently enclosed. I tried to slide around her at the same time she tried to turn around to sit back down on the couch and I bumped, rubbed, onto her ass one final time before I shuffled back to my seat between the two other women, both who had also watched our erotic comedy of antics when they heard Lizzie and I trying to apologize to each other. Now who would have ever thought that you would be apologizing for accidently fucking them!?

After I sat down I started to pull the blanket over my lap when Christine abruptly stopped me.

“Nooo…Don’t put that monster under the blanket! Ms. Greedy cunt over there…” “Hey!” Lizzie interjected. “…got you all sticky.” Christine continued as if she wasn’t interrupted. “I know that I’m supposed to keep your pee from getting on the couch but,” Sighing overdramatically, “I guess that means I have to keep you from getting our blanket all crusty too. So I guess I need to make sure your dick is clean before you put it back under here.” Christine touched me gingerly, pulling tacky fingers back. I Guess I better get to it.”

She startled me, diving her head into my lap. What she did next had me rising my hips off the cushion in pleasure. Christine licked her tongue all around the base of my prick as if she was circling her tongue around a scoop of ice cream on a cone. After that as a beginning, I was more than eager for what she would do next! 

“Mmmm! I always did like how you taste Lizzie and you got some on his balls too, you messy, messy girl!”

Did she just suggest that---? I think I squirted out some pre-cum for the first time tonight at the end of that thought. In the meantime, Christine licked on my shaved balls like she was cleaning a plate of icing that a cake was on. Once she THOROUGHLY cleaned my balls and the base of my shaft, she put her hand around that cleaned portion to steady my wildly bouncing cock.

“Now to clean the shaft of this dirty, dirty penis,” Christine seductively whispered. She opened her mouth wide and surrounded my dick. When she sank down the shaft and reached the hand she was using to hold the base of my shaft, she sealed her lips and dragged both her lips and hand back up as if they were magnetically attached. Doubling my pleasure by making it feel like one long tube, I had never felt anything as good as that felt right at that moment. When she laboriously reached the blunted head of my instrument, her lips came off the top of it with a pop so loud, it sounded like a can of soda had been opened.  Christine did that same slow meticulous move over a dozen times before she pronounced me ‘free’ of stickiness.  If she had did that technique in an up and down motion instead of continuing to start over each time at the base and drawing in one direction, I would’ve probably did what I’ve only done one other time before and came in her mouth. It’s not that I didn’t want to cum in a mouth, it was just hard for me to do so. I had only regarded fellatio as foreplay… Until now. The entire time she fellated me, I just laid back with my head upturned on the back of the couch, reveling in the sensations.  Once Christine finished her ministrations she simply lifted her head from my lap, pulled the cover over my throbbing cock, curled her feet up on the couch, rested her head in the crook of my shoulder, and once again, began surreptitiously rubbed my shaft under the blanket.

So far tonight I had only made two women cum. One, ‘accidentally’ on purpose  Lizzie.  The other who just couldn’t seem to STOP cumming , was Alexa. Like I mentioned earlier, Alexa had a completely hairless punani and a rather prominent clit. It wasn’t some sort of deformed ‘oh my god she’s a man’ huge, but when aroused it had to be about the size of the tip of my pinky big; and I have big hands. So far I had the most fun making Alexa cum over and over that night. Every time she had to pee and I got to ‘clean’ her again, I’d do pretty much the same thing and she would go off like the proverbial Chinese firecracker. Just pop, pop, pop, pop, POP!  The girl had a hair  trigger for orgasms! I’d start at her perineum and lick my way up to her hole, then plunge my tongue inside. At the same time I would bump my nose over and over and over again against her large clit. This would accumulate into the first of the many orgasms I gave her. Which I could tell because I could feel the hole that my tongue was buried  start trying to squeeze my wiggling appendage right out of my mouth. After I extracted my tongue from her juicy goodness, I would use my thumbs to ostensibly pull back her lips to get at her pee hole to ‘clean’ there. What I was really doing was pulling her clitoral hood back off her exquisite pearl so my face and nose could rub on it directly. I had no legitimate reason to lick her clitoris as I had lizzie’s, but  ‘accidental’ contact was a completely different story. I would lick the interior of her flower in wide sloppy circles, rubbing my nose, upper lip and even my tongue on occasion, hard on her button. I could usually get her off at least twice before it became too obvious what I was doing. I thoroughly enjoyed licking Alexa’s flower and I exploited her hair trigger ruthlessly!

Alas, all good things must come to an end. Glenna ate the last baby carrot. Christine got the last of the water in the tea kettle for her tea. The last anime had gone off, and we all had stopped hitting the bong over a half hour ago. I didn’t empty the bucket in that same amount of time that we stopped smoking. I was just too high at that point to really feel like moving and I decided to just wait till the last anime was over and just do it all at once. The ladies cleaned up the living room while I took the more than half way full to the bathroom for the last time of the night. Boy could these women pee! When I first lifted the heavy bucket I felt a twinge in my shoulder but I powered through and emptied it  out, flushing the toilet for the first and last time that night.