Smut Til You Drop (9 page)

The next day was spent by the pool with our
string bikinis working hard. Drinks were constantly being sent over
as were napkins with names and room numbers written on them. Dirty
glances were cast our way by the other females at the pool. Every
chick wants to be the best looking one in the area. When you know
you’re not, you instantly scowl and swear at the bitch who showed
up unannounced and uninvited. Today, that bitch was Tiffany. I had
learned when we were waitressing that trying to compete with
Tiffany for attention was useless. However, often her firm, perky
breasts would not be enough for the guy who was initially attracted
to her and I would quickly become the center of his focus. Today,
lucky for me, that man was played by our bartender. Within a couple
hours, we were yet again smashed and ready to have some adult fun.
I signed my name and room number to our unbelievably low bar tab.
“We are moving the party upstairs. If you’re shift is almost over,
we’d love to have you join us.” Then, I turned and walked away
exaggerating the swing in my hips and the bounce in my
breasts.          

Within a few minutes, there was a knock at
the door. It was our yummy bartender who happened to bring a bottle
of tequila, limes, and salt. “Sadly, I don’t have glasses,” he
said. Of course we had a fully stocked suite but the excuse to do
body shots doesn’t appear every day so we began to pour liquor on
one another and drink it off. Our string bikinis were still on and
our limbs were slick with suntan oil. The problem with alcohol is
that you can’t always remember the details. I know I did at least
two body shots off each of them and they did plenty off me. I also
know that string bikinis are the perfect clothes for having sex
because they push to the side with ease which is much sexier for
the guy than just being naked. There is something incredibly sexy
about pushing the tiny triangle of cloth to the side of the nipple
and pulling the bottoms to the side to make way for your raging
cock. There is also something sexy about me pulling the panties to
the side to lick Tiff’s ass and wonderful wetness. Typically
Tiffany and I have more than one guy with us but the day was still
early and there was plenty of sex and napping to do before we were
ready for the real show in the nightclub several hours from now.
The bartender tended to me and I tended to Tiff but in the end, we
both tended to his cock. In me, in her, in my mouth, in her mouth,
in my ass, and in her ass. Of course, it ended as all great pornos
do, with his cuming on both our faces and us kissing. Thank
goodness for tequila because I never would have done that sober!
I’m sure you can imagine what the rest of our weekend was like. The
funny thing is, none of it would have happened if it hadn’t been
for that fucking ridiculously stressful semester. God I love
college!

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My Naughty
Roommate

Naughty Roomates: Volume One

My roommate Penny and I started screwing
around with each other shortly after we moved in together, a little
over a year ago.

It had happened naturally; we were both
young, attractive and in our sexual primes. We were both fed up
with men and looking for something more. So we decided to give each
other a shot. And we haven’t looked back since. We still hook up
with men from time to time, and even end up in relationships with
them occasionally. But we never stop fucking each other. It’s just
too much fun.

Two years ago if you would have told me that
I’d not only be living with another girl but fucking her on a
regular basis I would have laughed you out of the room.

After all, at the time I was engaged to (who
I thought was) a wonderful guy with a marriage date set in stone
and plans for the future. I’d never even kissed a girl, let alone
slept with one. And I never had even seriously thought about
it.

Even after my engagement fell through (when
I caught my fiancée cheating on me) I still never thought about
sleeping with another woman. I went on a six-month sexual binge,
but all with men, fucking as many of them as I could in an attempt
to wash the taste of my scumbag fiancée out of my mouth.

But that was before I met Penny.

I remember the first time I laid my eyes on
her, about a year after my engagement ended. I was at a bar in the
Gaslamp Quarter in downtown San Diego with some friends when she
showed up as part of another group we were meeting up with.

She caught my eye immediately, mostly
because she was my physical opposite. Her hair was long and blonde
hair while mine was short and brown. She had huge, natural,
low-hanging breasts and I had small, perky, high ones. Her soft,
slightly pudgy, face was completely different than my sharply lined
features. She was short and stacked, with an amazingly curvy
natural figure while I was tall and lanky with a body toned daily
in the gym.

And the differences didn’t stop there.
Pretty much everything about us was different.

Her pale skin to my dark tan. Her blue eyes
to my brown. Her round, fleshy ass to my narrow, firm one. And it
wasn’t only our looks that were in contrast.   

Penny was cute and bubbly while I was
hard-edged and intense. She was talky while I was reserved. She was
nice and I was mean. She was everybody’s best friend while I scared
everyone away.

I figured we would butt heads like a couple
of divas, but as it turned out, we got along incredibly well.
People always say opposites attract but I never bought into it.

Until I met Penny.

At some point during that first night we
ended up at the same table, both of us drunk off our asses and
talking at length about our personal lives. I don’t remember many
specifics of the conversation but I do remember that it was mostly
about men, how pathetic and sad they were, how they didn’t know
what they were doing in bed, how the only thing they cared about
was pleasing themselves, that kind of stuff.

Nothing happened that night but the
foundation had been laid. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I knew
right then that Penny and I were going to end up fucking on a
regular basis, in fact, it was the furthest thing from my mind. I’d
never been with another woman at that point, and I never really
expected to. And Penny felt the same way.

Hell, we didn’t even know if we’d ever see
each other again after that night.

But, as circumstances would have it, we did
see each other again, the next weekend in fact, out at a different
bar but with the same group of friends. And the weekend after that.
And the one after that.

Eventually we ended up talking more
regularly, hanging out occasionally, doing things together. Until
one day we realized we were best friends.

Shortly after that, it just so happened that
we were both looking for a place to live and it was natural that we
ended up living together. We were like peas in a pod, twins
separated at birth, she was the yin to my yang. Despite our outward
differences inwardly we were almost the same person; neither of us
cared about stupid, petty shit. And we both liked men.

Even the first time we hooked up it was
nothing planned. We were both having men problems at the same time
so we decided to have a girls-night out, just the two of us. We
ordered gourmet pizza, bought three bottles of expensive wine,
rented a few chick flicks and locked ourselves in our
apartment.

We were drunk as skunks and had just
finished the second movie when the fun started.

We’d been ripping on men the whole night,
each telling stories about how small this guy’s dick was, or this
guy couldn’t get it up, or how this guy was a three-pump chump when
Penny casually said, “Why do we need men anyways?”

“
That’s a damn good
question,” I replied. “It’s not like they’re good for anything.
Except for their cocks of course.”

“
Ain’t that the truth,”
Penny said with the exaggerated inflection of someone who is well
and truly toasted. “If they didn’t have those they’d be totally and
utterly worthless.”

“
Hell, even cocks can’t
save most of them,” I said.

“
You can say that again
sister,” Penny said.

So I did. We both laughed.

“
But seriously,” Penny
said as the laughter died down. “Just imagine if women had cocks.
Then we wouldn’t need men at all. We could replace them
completely.”

“
Who says we can’t
anyway?” I replied, only half-joking. I’m not going to lie, at this
point I was so drunk and so horny that I starting to get on board
with this whole idea of leaving men out of the loop. And with such
a pretty little thing sitting on the couch next to me, how could
you blame me?      

“
What a minute, what are
you saying?” Penny asked. She was trying to sound all innocent but
I knew her too well to believe that schtick. She knew exactly what
I was talking about.

“
Cocks are the easiest
thing in the world to replace,” I said. “I’ve got three of them in
my room right now, all different sizes. And don’t tell me you don’t
have at least a couple yourself. I’ve heard you making noises in
your room when I know you’re alone.”

“
What kind of noises are
you talking about?” Penny said, pretending to be
offended.

“
Don’t give me that shit,”
I said. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“
Are you saying that you
listen to me when I’m playing with myself?”

“
Not listening, per se,
but I can’t help but hear you. Not with all that moaning and
groaning you do when you’re in there alone.”

“
Does all that moaning and
groaning turn you on?” Penny said. She was still smiling but her
tone a bit more serious now.

“
Of course it does,” I
replied. “How could it not?”

She looked at me. I looked at her. And just
like that, it happened. We both leaned forward at the same time and
kissed.

Penny took the lead, hopping up on top of me
and straddling me while we made out.

It was amazing, kissing another girl, not
only because it was taboo but because she was a great kisser, much
better than any guy I’d ever been with. Her lips were soft and
supple, her tongue active but not crazy. She knew just how much
pressure to use, not too much but not too little. I could only
imagine how good she’d be with her tongue in other areas. Hopefully
I’d find out pretty soon. But first there was some other business
to take care of.

I put my hands on her stomach and moved them
up under her shirt and grabbed her breasts.

She leaned back and slipped off her shirt,
revealing her boobs in all their glory. Fat and juicy and hanging
low with huge aureoles. They were amazing.

“
You like my tits?” she
said, bouncing up and down slightly, making them jiggle and
shake.

“
I fucking love them,” I
said.

Penny smiled and pressed them together with
her arms. “Yeah, they are pretty nice, aren’t they?”

“
They’re more than nice,”
I said. “They’re beautiful. Just like you.”

“
Ahh, aren’t you sweet,”
she said. “Deep down, despite your hard exterior, you’re just a
little softy, aren’t you?”

“
Sshhh,” I said, bringing
my finger to my mouth in the universal sign for silence. “Don’t
tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“
Don’t worry Kendra,”
Penny said. “Your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell a soul.” Her
voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. “Provided you do
something for me, of course.”

“
Anything you want,” I
said.

“
I was hoping you’d say
that,” Penny said. Then she leaned forward and thrust her tits into
my face. “Well,” she said. “What are you waiting for?”

So I started to play with one of them,
fondling and licking it, slowly moving my tongue over her nipple a
few times before clamping on it and sucking it until it got
hard.

I glanced up to see Penny’s head thrown
back, her face towards the ceiling and her eyes closed. Soft sounds
of pleasure escaped from her throat.

I figured I was doing something right so I
switched over the her other nipple and gave it the same
treatment.

While I worked on her other breast Penny ran
her hand down my stomach and slipped her hand under my pajama
bottoms and started rubbing her fingers over my panties. I was
already turned on but this took things to another level.

I started working her nipple more
aggressively in response to my growing excitement and she replied
by rubbing my pussy with more intensity. We continued like this for
a little while, each one upping the ante and the other responding,
until we’d both taken things pretty much as far as they could
go.

My panties were completely soaked through by
now, making it feel like her fingers were rubbing my pussy
directly, but I needed something more. I couldn’t take the teasing
anymore. I needed something inside me. So I climbed out from under
Penny and quickly slipped out of my pajamas and panties. Falling
back onto the couch I spread my legs and started playing with
myself, my eyes locked directly on hers as my fingers slipped in
and out of my pussy.

Penny slipped out of her bottoms shortly
after I did, watching me the entire time.

I was expecting her to start playing with
herself too but what I got was even better. She dropped down to the
floor, crawled over until she was between my legs, and started
licking my pussy.

I let out a low moan of pleasure and shifted
my fingers so they were rubbing my clit while Penny ate me out, her
tongue working expertly in and around my pussy, hitting all the
right notes as only someone with a pussy of their own can.