by Freya Kane
Needless to say, I was young, horny and single while living with three very sexy men. Of course, I owned a dildo and it got quite a workout.
***
Coming home from class I had caught Andrew on the couch with his cock down the throat of his latest conquest, a redhead with enormous breasts wearing the tiniest thong I’d ever seen. Andrew gave me a thumbs up as I walked by and a few moments late I heard a loud groan as he blew his load in her obviously talented mouth. Crass as his behavior was, my pussy was dripping from the show he had put on.
I pushed the door to my tiny bedroom shut and clicked the lock. Just because Andrew liked his sexual antics to be public didn’t mean that I did. I opened up my dresser and pulled out what I was looking for, the thick flesh colored piece of silicone that I was about to become very intimate with.
I laid back on my bed, tugging off my damp panties and hiking up my skirt, not bothering to undress any further. My fingers dipped between my folds, spreading my juices around, reading my body to accept my thick rubber toy. I pressed the blunt head of the dildo against my entrance, moaning quietly as it breached my opening and stretched my cunt. Pushing forward, I reveled in the sensation of being filled until the rubber balls brushed against my ass as the toy bottomed out inside me.
I began pumping it in and out of me, a fast slapping rhythm that never failed to get me off quickly. I had never really considered myself a size queen. I'd been with guys with long cocks and those never did all that much for me. What I loved was girth. I had gotten a glimpse of Andrew's dick more than a few times, and he definitely was not lacking in the girth department.
Once I had wrapped my lips around my dildo, practicing deep throating in the event that I did manage to pull an actual man this year. My lips had barely fit around the rubber toy, and I choked, quickly pulling back to get enough air. As much as I loved the idea of wrapping my lips around a cock that thick and sucking until he filled my mouth up with come, the reality wasn't quite as fun.
Of course, right now the only pleasure I had to concern myself with was my own. My free hand snaked down my front to rub my clit while my right hand continued to pump the dildo in and out of my slippery pussy. My orgasm took my by surprise, and I groaned, far louder than I intended. For once, there wasn't any music blasting in the house, so anyone who was home had to have heard me. Beyond caring, I continued to fuck myself with the dildo, riding through the aftershocks until I was boneless and satisfied.
***
Midterms were coming up, and all four of us were burning the midnight oil studying. The guys stayed up most of the night, grabbing short catnaps here and there. In the beginning of the week, they tried to be quiet, but by Wednesday they were clattering around the house at 4 AM. After the third night in a row of getting jerked out of sleep by cabinet doors slamming or Jackson's study music, I gave up on getting a decent night's sleep by normal means.
Sleeping pills freaked me out, but I had a leftover box of antihistamines left over from an ill-fated camping trip. Those things always knocked me out faster than a bottle of wine could. The expiration date was about six months ago, but even expired they were better than nothing. I downed one of the bright pink pills with a glass of water and crawled into bed, hoping for a full eight hours of sleep for once.
I woke up when I felt a hand touch my leg. Groggy from the pills, I opened my eyes and squinted into the darkness. Andrew sat on the edge of my bed, running his hand slowly up my leg with an obvious intent. Shirtless and wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs with a very obvious tent in the front, Andrew had tugged the blankets off my body. I was naked except for a thin pair of panties, and I could feel Andrew's eyes raking over my body.
I decided to go along with this. Andrew was hot, and it had been far too long since I'd gotten laid. Andrew's hand moved higher, pressing against my inner thigh before finally reaching the apex between my legs. Andrew cupped my mound, and I knew he could feel the heat and dampness through my thin panties. Andrew's fingers stroked me through the thin cotton, his thumb pressing against my clit.
Not wanting to break the spell, I moaned softly and shifted, spreading my legs wider. Andrew stilled for a moment but then continued once he was assured I was still sleeping. His fingers pushed aside the sodden crotch of my panties and plunged two fingers into my dripping opening. I moaned at the sudden penetration, and opened my eyes slightly again, trying to get a look at what Andrew was doing. He had yanked down the front of his boxer briefs, and his thick cock was in his free hand.
My inner muscles clamped down around his fingers at the thought of being filled up by that throbbing organ. Andrew's cock looked just as thick as my dildo, if not a little thicker. He would feel amazing inside of me, and I suddenly understood why the endless parade of girls looked so happy when they left his room in the morning.
Andrew pulled his fingers out of my body and jerked my underwear down my hips, no longer worrying about being gentle. I whimpered quietly at the emptiness I felt with his fingers gone, but I knew that would be short-lived.
Andrew stood up and I watched him push down his boxer briefs before climbing on top of me. I squeezed my eyes shut again, reveling in the sensations as the blunt head of his cock pressed against my slit before slipping inside. I bit my tongue, trying to stay still and quiet as Andrew's massive cock split me open.
The girth of his cock filled me in a way that nothing else ever had, even my perfectly crafted silicone friend. The thick, mushroom shaped head plunged into me, going deeper and deeper with every stroke, and hitting that perfect spot inside me. I rarely came through missionary sex, but Andrew's staff was entering me at exactly the right angle to rub against my clit with each thrust. I could feel the tidal wave of pleasure starting to build inside me, and I knew it would take everything in me to not scream out in ecstasy.
Andrew's thrusts were growing erratic. He had to be close, and the realization that I wasn't on any kind of birth control hit me, but the thought of being filled up with his come, being bred like an animal while Andrew thought I was asleep was enough to push me over the edge. My orgasm ripped through me and my pussy muscles clamped down around his cock, squeezing that amazing dick. Andrew grunted and slammed into me twice more before his cock pulsed inside me, releasing the hot jets of his come into my grasping womb.
I laid there, my eyes firmly closed but still gasping for breath in the aftershocks of my orgasm. Silently, Andrew pulled out of me and eased himself off the bed, pausing just long enough to pull my panties back up, before slipping silently out of the room.
***
The next morning I woke up feeling more refreshed than I had in months. Wrapping a towel around myself, I crept into our communal bathroom. Andrew's come dripped down my thighs, and I almost didn't want to shower. I loved feeling well fucked and used like this. Part of me wanted to put on a skirt and head to class, leaving the mess still on me, letting myself feel it with every step.
Instead, I ducked into the shower and rinsed myself off, just to give myself a few minutes to figure out my game plan.
I knew I should be shocked and horrified by what Andrew did. As far as he knew, I had actually been unconscious, but that turned me on even more. I had always fantasized about having no control. Most guys think a pair of fuzzy handcuffs is enough, but I wanted to really be used and treated like nothing more than a hole to be fucked. Andrew had given me that, and I didn't care what his motivations were. I just wanted him to do it again and again.
***
I had loved the dreamlike sensation of being woken from sleep by Andrew's touch, and I wanted to enhance that. I wanted to be woken up with his cock already pumping away inside of me instead of by a light touch on my leg. I took two antihistamines. this time, knowing that even the old medication would have me out faster than a pitcher of margaritas.
I didn't hear the door open or feel the bed dip down under the weigh of a man. I didn't feel the slight chill in the air as the sheet was pulled off my body, revealing my naked ski
n. I had decided to forgo the panties tonight. I didn't notice as hands ghosted over my breasts, hardening my nipples. The hand dipped lower, slipping between my splayed legs, and began massaging my quickly moistening mound.
I slowly came back to awareness when I felt myself being rolled over onto my stomach. I kept my limbs limp and allowed my body to be manipulated like a rag doll. My legs hung over the edge of the bed, and I felt his legs brush my inner thighs as he lined himself up and slid home.
I yelped as I was speared by his penis, but even my bleary mind noticed something different. The driving thrusts felt amazing, but the feeling of being stretched and split open that came from Andrew's impossibly thick cock was missing. Stealing a glance over my shoulder, I saw that the person plowing into me from behind wasn't Andrew but Tim.
Far from being shocked or horrified, the fact that my roommates were passing me around like this turned me on even more. Andrew may have beaten Tim in the girth department, but Tim had at least an inch on him in length. Every pounding thrust hit my G-Spot and I could feel another orgasm building. I desperately wanted to reach my hand between my legs and touch myself, but Tim wanted to fuck an unconscious girl and I wanted him to pound my drugged and sleeping body until he filled me up with his hot come.
Tim's thrusts grew faster and harder, almost lifting my hips off the bed, and the sound of flesh against flesh as his balls slapped against my pussy seemed deafening in the quiet room.
Tim seemed far less concerned than Andrew had been with keeping quiet. "Tight fucking pussy," I heard him grunt. "Gonna fill the cunt up." Tim drove into me with the deepest thrust yet, and it was just enough to shove me over the edge. My pussy trembled around his shaft and I clenched my teeth to keep from crying out.
"God I want to fuck that ass," Tim muttered. "AH!" he growled. Tim jerked forward into me one final time and heat flooded me as his come poured into my waiting pussy.
Once again Tim pulled out of me without another word, leaving me sprawled on my stomach, his come leaking out of my well-used slit.
***
It continued on like this for the next few weeks. Every night, I'd wake up to one or the other fucking me. During the day, I'd act normally with both of them. I'd catch Andrew with his dick buried in his coed of the week. Tim would walk me to the gym and critique my cardio. Jackson would glance up from his books with a shy smile and follow the three of us to the dining hall for dinner. Our routine never varied, except for my new nocturnal visitors.
I couldn't help but wish that Jackson would come to my bed one night. Tim and Andrew left me more than satisfied but I couldn't help but be curious about what Jackson was hiding under those jeans. The completist in me couldn't quite rest until I'd sampled all three of the flavors in my house.
Friday night would have normally taken us out of the house and to the local watering hole for well liquor and whatever fried approximation of food they offered up to drunken students, but a cold front had rolled in and heavy sleet was falling. Leaving our warm house to wander downtown and jostle with other students for the chance to buy cheap liquor lost its appeal more and more as the temperatures dropped.
Deciding to take the lead, I pulled out a stack of shot glasses, a bottle of tequila, and flicked on the TV. It only took a few minutes to find an old sci-fi movie that would be mockable enough for a good drinking game.
"One sip for every plot hole, two sips for every poorly edited curse word, a shot for every reference to actual science" only lasted for the first twenty minutes before Andrew started yelling "Aliens! Drink bitches!"
By the time the credits rolled, I was drunk and the boys were all pretty well buzzed. I stretched and yawned dramatically, my breasts straining against the tight t-shirt I had worn in preparation. "I am hammered," I announced. "I think I'm just going to go upstairs and pass out for the night." I looked pointedly at Jackson. "If you guys want to play video games or something, don't bother being quiet. I don't think anything could wake me up tonight.”
Once inside my room, the alcohol really hit. Whether it was my intention or not, I knew I'd be down for the count as soon as my head hit the pillow. I could only hope that the dick that would wake me up belonged to Jackson.
***
I woke up in darkness feeling more like I had someone's arm jammed in my pussy than a cock. I opened my eyes just enough to see Jackson on top of me, a look of pure ecstasy on his face as he pounded into me. Like a pornographic version of Sleeping Beauty, his dick had awoken me from my tequila filled slumber, and nothing could have prepared me for his size.
Andrew's cock had given me the girth I loved, and Tim had been all about length and deep thrusts. Jackson had both of them beat. I knew I'd be feeling this delicious pounding for days. His cock had to be at least nine inches long and as thick as a beer bottle. One of his hands roughly fondled my breasts, switching between my nipples until they were both standing at stiff peaks. His hand followed the curves of my body until it slid underneath me, gripping my ass and pulling me upward as he pounded into me, making me wetter with every thrust.
Abruptly his rhythm changed, growing slower and more deliberate, as though he knew what to do to fill the cavernous ache inside me. He thrust at the perfect angle, stretching my tightness and I keened in pleasure, my half-drunk mind forgetting that I was supposed to be silent and unresponsive. Jackson shuddered at that lustful sound and I felt him come, the rush of heat and juices mixing with my own.
Still buried inside me, Jackson found my slippery clit with his fingertips, the pink nub swollen with need. It took only a few circles from his rough fingers until I was shaking and sobbing. My hungry channel squeezed and clenched his softening cock, and while Jackson might have hissed at the too intense sensations, his hips jerked into me, making shallow thrusts that indicated he wanted more far more clearly than words could.
I looked up at his face, my eyes wide, and I knew he could see me, even in the dark room. Without a word, he withdrew, ignoring my soft moan of protest as his cock left my body. Greedily, I stared at that column of flesh dangling between his legs. Even spent and soft, the size was impressive, and I wanted more.
"Jackson-" I began.
My only reply was the clicking of the door as it shut behind him.
***
Months passed, and my bed remained empty, but something else was full. My already large breasts grew swollen and even more sensitive. Every morning found me rushing to the bathroom to be sick, and my flat stomach began to grow. I didn't know whose seed had taken hold, but I was very much pregnant. The boys had mounted and I had let them breed me like a cat in heat.
I hid my growing stomach under baggy sweaters until I woke up one morning without feeling sick. The nausea had been replaced by an ache between my legs that my fingers and a piece of rubber had no hope of relieving.
I could hear the boys in the living room. Andrew was laughing about something Tim had just told them. No doubt, Jackson was watching everything with amusement. I stripped down to nothing but a pink lace thong. My six-month swollen belly rose above the scrap of lace, already soaking with my juices. None of my bras could contain my milk engorged breasts so I left them bare as I walked into the living room.
Dead silence. Three pairs of eyes raked over my body, pausing at breasts and barely hidden pussy before finally settling on the belly.
"I don't know who it was," I said, my hand cupping my belly before dipping lower. "You all like fucking me when I'm unconscious, but how about now?"
Tim was the first to speak. "Fuck, I thought you couldn't get any hotter, but this. . ." he trailed off, and I could see his eyes had a laser focus on my breasts. "If I suck on your nipples, will milk come out?"
"You should try," I replied.
Tim dropped to his knees in front of me and sucked one of my sensitive nipples into his mouth. My milk had come in early, and I shivered at the sensation of his tongue swirling around my peaked nipple as the milk flowed into his mouth.
I glanced up at Andrew and J
ackson and saw that both of their jeans were tented out by huge erections. Tim switched nipples, latching onto my other breast, and I cried out, my knees buckling as I orgasmed without my pussy being touched.
Andrew had his jeans open and was fisting his cock while he watched and waited his turn.
An idea struck me. None of them actually had to wait.
"Tim, that first time you fucked me, you said you wanted my ass. And Andrew, you sure seem to love having your cock in a girl's mouth." My eyes met Jackson's. "And Jackson, nothing has ever filled up my pussy as well as your dick."
I pushed down the soaking thong and dropped to my knees, spreading them shoulder length apart. "I have enough room for everyone."
