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My Angry Roommate Part 2
by Kevin Strange
Jenni Stormed in the door like a whirlwind. She had her own key to the apartment and never bothered to knock. She treated my place like it was her own, that is, if she had a place of her own. She lived with her mom and three young sisters. She’d stay with me for days at a time to get away from all the chaos.
“Sup, bitch,” she said, smirking at me. She threw her purse on the couch next to me and walked into the kitchen. She put her health drink in my fridge and then came back into the living room and plopped down next to me. She put her feet up on my legs and pulled out her phone.
She wore spiked heeled, ankle high black vinyl shoes and red fishnet stockings under tiny black shorts.
The black top she had on said “Daddy’s Little Girl” across the tits. She’d cut out the neck so that it hung low. If her tits would have been big enough, it would have shown cleavage. As it was, it just showed off the monsters and gore tattoos across her chest.
Her nipples stuck out even against the dark fabric. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
That wasn’t uncommon for Jenni, she bragged about her “slut style” all the time. She always said it was fun to make boys lust after her, knowing they could never have her.
But today, and in particular after what might have happened in the living room before, I was apprehensive about her revealing outfit.
I’d told her the truth when I said Saule was in a bad mood. I’d seen him this way before. He’d get wasted in the middle of the day, crank his music till the neighbors were beating on the ceiling, then punch holes in the walls before he passed out.
I’d already had to patch five holes and we’d only lived in this apartment for seven months.
Saule was a bad drunk. And today he was already wasted.
Jenni sighed and took a pouty lipped selfie for Instagram then tossed her phone and hopped up off of me.
She stuck her hands in her back pockets absentmindedly as she looked around the apartment. Her shorts pulled low, revealing her butt crack. She wasn’t wearing panties either.
“Let’s watch a flick and get fucked up,” she said, strolling across the living room to our DVD wall. She scanned the disks, but I knew which movie she was going to pull down.
Return of the Living Dead 3. Julie, the zombie girl from the flick was Jenni’s hero.
In the film, she becomes a zombie and then stabs herself with all kinds of piercings and other body modifications in order to stave off her impulse to eat brains.
It’s a sweet movie. Super violent. And the girl who played Julie’s super hot.
She took the disk out of the case and put in my DVD player. She clicked play and wandered back over to the couch where she pulled out her jar of wax and dabber tool.
That’s when I heard Saule stir in his bedroom. He must have heard the movie playing because a few minutes later, he came out of his room shirtless wearing a pair of jeans that hung so low, the top of his pubic hair tuft poked out. He wasn’t wearing underwear either.
Jesus Christ, couldn’t the people in this apartment keep their clothes on?
“Just in time to smoke,” Jenni said as Saule plopped down on the couch that ran perpendicular to ours, forming an L facing the television.
He nodded and lit a cigarette. His eyes were bloodshot and his head bobbed around a bit. He was still drunk. Was he still in a bad mood?
Jenni fired up the butane mini torch that we kept on the coffee table for the dab rig and heated up the quartz nail.
As she bent over the rig, I could see her tits from up under the bottom of her skimpy cutoff shirt. Worse, I could see Saule looking at them down the top of it.
His arms were crossed as he took slow drags off the cigarette, silently checking out my girlfriend’s tits.
When the nail was red-hot, she used the dab tool to pick up a small piece of wax. She bent over the rig again to dab the wax against the nail and take a hit.
That’s when Saule sat forward for a closer look down her shirt.
I sat forward, too. I was about to say something to him. I really was. But Jenni sat back on the couch and coughed out her hit, mercifully removing her breasts from my roommate’s view.
She leaned forward again and pushed the dab rig in Saule’s direction.
“You sure?” he asked, still seeming a bit groggy and disinterested.
“Yeah, you smoke me out all the time. Go for it,” Jenni said, her voice raspy from coughing.
Saule stood up and snatched the dab tool, scraping himself off a piece of wax. When he stood up straight again, his pubic tuft was eye level with Jenni’s face.
And she was staring directly at it.
Worse, Saule was looking at her. They stayed like that for an awkward moment. My girlfriend basically checking out my roommate’s dick and my roommate totally aware of it.
“You gotta work today, man?” I blurted out, trying to break the sexual tension that had been growing since that night in the living room.
Saule knelt down and torched the dab nail. “Nah,” he said without looking at me. When the nail was hot, he took his hit.
I felt two inches tall right then. I think that was when I knew for sure that Saule was going to fuck my girl.
We passed the dab rig around the table till we were totally blazed. Return of the Living Dead 3 played in the background the whole time.
I glanced up to see that Julie had already been turned into a zombie. It was the scene where she reveals herself all sexy and fucked up looking with all of the spiked metal and glass shards poking through her body right before she graphically slaughters the gang of punks.
“Must really like your dad, huh?” Saule said, breaking my zoned out concentration on the movie.
“Huh?” Jenni said, completely stoned. Then she laughed, realizing that he was making a comment about her tiny little shirt. “Daddy’s Girl.”
“Actually my dad killed himself when I was ten,” she said, smirking. “After I turned him in for touching me.”
That’s what I loved about her. She didn’t take anybody’s shit. I don’t know if she was telling the truth about her dad or not. She liked to make shit up just to shock people and see what they’d do.
Saule didn’t miss a beat. “Where’d he touch you at?”
Fuck. That was all it took. He’d brought the tension right back.
“I don’t think she wants to talk about—” I started, but Jenni cut me off.
“No, it’s fine,” she said, never taking her eyes off of Saule.
If her dad had really fucked her, she’d never told me about it. I felt a pang of jealousy. How fucked up is that? I was upset that she hadn’t told me her dark secret instead of my roommate.
But that was just the start of how fucked up things were about to get.
“Where’d your daddy touch you?” Saule repeated, smiling.
Jenni sat forward on the couch and stuck her chest out. “Here,” she said, swirling her fingers around the nipple impressions jutting out from the thin fabric of her shirt.
She looked at Saule and laughed.
“He touched your shirt?” Saule said, feigning ignorance.
“No silly,” Jenni said, playing along. Then she pulled her little shirt up over her tits.
My stomach dropped. Her tight, small tits barely jiggled when the fabric came up over them. They defied gravity. My mouth went dry.
My girlfriend was flashing my roommate. I was so mortified, I didn’t know if I was humiliated that they were doing this right in front of me, or relieved that they weren’t doing it behind my back.
Saule was silent. His eyes roamed Jenni’s tits while she watched, pleased that she had his undivided attention.
I couldn’t help but notice that the front of his sagged pants was beginning to bulge.
Jenni circled her nipples again. “He liked to pinch them,” she said. “And suck on them.”
“Jen, stop,” I said, finally finding the guts to stand up for myself. “Put your shirt down.”
She looked at me, confused. “We’re just messing around, jeez. Listen to this guy,” she said to Saule, minimizing my protests.
Was I just being an uptight prick? Were they just playing? Was all of this harmless?
I didn’t have time to think about it any further as Saule finally spoke.
He said, “I’m more of a hands on learner. Could you show me what you mean?” He pointed to his own nipples.
“Oh, yeah. No problem,” Jenni said, again playing dumb like it was perfectly normal for a guy to ask his roommate’s girlfriend to suck on his nipples in front of her boyfriend.
Jenni’s top stayed in place as she got up off the couch and knelt down in front of Saule. “He did it like this,” she purred. And then she started licking small circles around Saule’s left nipple. Then her hand came up and started to softly pinch and roll his right one.
My hands were sweating and my breath was shallow. Now the bulge in Saule’s pants was noticeably bigger.
And I mean bigger. Jesus Christ. I’d seen his limp dick before, I already said that, but now? How could the guy be a grower AND a shower?
Jenni noticed, too. She broke away from his nipple and laughed. “Damn, son,” she said grinning at him. “Somebody loved you.”
“You wanna see it?” Saule asked.
“No!” I blurted out. “No she doesn’t. C’mon, Jen!” I whined. I was tired of this game. I was her boyfriend god dammit. She wasn’t going to check out another guy’s cock in front of me. Especially not one that fucking big.
“Danny, we’re just high and goofing off. Jesus, don’t be such a buzz kill.”
With that, she yanked down Saule’s pants, and his big fat dick flopped out.
That was it. It happened. My girlfriend saw my roommate’s big dick. And I was a buzz-killing asshole for complaining about it.
Jenni’s eyes bugged out. “Holy shit, man. I’m gonna need a second. Wow.” She put her hand up to her mouth and laughed. She ran her finger from the root of his thickness, buried deep in his musky public hair down his shaft, tracing a bulging vein all the way to the fat purple circumcised head hanging at least nine inches below. I said hanging because even though he was clearly hard, the sheer WEIGHT of his dick kept it from sticking up and out. It hung there lazily. Mocking dicks like mine which stood tall and eager, their mass not consequential enough to be affected by gravity.
After her finger traced the entire length of Saule’s monster cock, Jenni absentmindedly popped the finger in her mouth. She tasted his cock.
“This is. Wow. This is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in real life.” She grabbed the shaft and squeezed, as if to validate the huge dick’s authenticity. “Babe, have you ever seen a dong this big before?”
She was actually shaking Saule’s dick at me. Was I expected to answer? The owner of said dong just grinned quietly and looked at Jenni as she talked.
“Uh. No. I guess not.” I stammered. Why was she acting so… normal? What girlfriend in her right mind would think it was OK to just grab hold of another man’s cock and shake it at her boyfriend?
I was going to be sick. This had gone way, way too far. Like out of the stratosphere too far.
And then it went even further.
“I don’t even know if I could fit this thing in my mouth!” Jenni exclaimed, looking up at Saule with wide eyes, then back down at his imposing schlong.
“Why don’t you try,” Saule whispered.
“Because she already has a boyfriend, dude.” I said. I was getting angry now, finding my balls. Not that they were nearly as impressive as Saule’s pair that my girlfriend was currently massaging with her free hand.
“Calm down, we’re not doing anything.” Jenni scolded. “I just wanna see if I can get it in my mouth. It’s not like I’m trying to suck him off or anything.” She made a disgusted face. Like sucking his dick was perfectly normal, but REALLY sucking his dick was appalling.
She was compartmentalizing her behavior, which in turn, somehow, calmed me down.
I sat still and didn’t protest further. She just wanted to see if she could suck it. Perfectly natural reaction to seeing the biggest dick of her life, right?
First she circled her tongue around the big purple head getting it wet. Then she ran her tongue up the sides to prevent traction when she finally slid her lips over the large meat stick.
She never had to do that with my dick. It fit halfway into her mouth without even touching her lips most of the time.
She slipped the fat cock head into her mouth and stopped. The crown of the glans was barely enveloped by her lips.
“Holy shit,” she mumbled and then worked her mouth around like an anaconda dislocating its jaw to swallow its prey whole.
That did the trick. She was able to fit considerably more of Saule’s girth into her mouth after that.
Saule, for his part, closed his eyes and let all of this happen, silently enjoying a blowjob from my girlfriend.
She worked her mouth back and forth for several strokes, taking the huge cock a little deeper into her throat each time.
On the forth or fifth stroke, she gagged, and her eyes watered.
Saule moaned and took hold of her head as she tried to pull away to catch her breath. She struggled for a moment but somehow found enough room in there to inhale. She relaxed again and, this time with Saule’s guiding hand, was able to take, unbelievably, a little more than half of the length of his shaft into her mouth.
That’s when my own dick started to get hard.
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