Roommate Relations Ch. 07

Ian managed to pull his gaze away from the intoxicating sight of Jess deep-throating him long enough to hurl more taunts at the helpless Kyle. "She ever do something like this for you? I mean, if she can take all of my cock, she can definitely handle yours. She probably used to do this all the time, huh?" Of course, he knew full well that Jess had rarely sucked Kyle off, and she'd never deep-throated him. And even if he hadn't, the way Kyle's face flushed with shame and anger would have been enough to reveal the truth. Ian laughed, cruelly, and looked back down at Jess. His next words were directed at her, but they were for Kyle's ears. "Do that thing with your tongue again, baby—you know what I mean."

Jess hauled herself off Ian's cock, sucking mightily on it as she pulled back, letting her tongue drag along the underside of his shaft. When only the head was in her mouth, she did what he wanted—she pointed her tongue and flicked it over that sensitive spot on the underside of his cock, right where his cock head met the shaft.

That trick—together with the steady, corkscrewing motion of her hand, and the light pressure from her playing with his palls—had Ian on the verge of cumming in a mere handful of seconds. "Guess what, Kyle?" he said, in the moments before he erupted. "Your girl's about to get a big drink!" Kyle—by now roundly defeated—barely reacted. His face was still deep red, and for the moment, at least, he had stopped struggling and trying to escape his bonds. Ian didn't spare him much more attention; he looked down at Jess, and saw her looking up at him worshipfully, and he came.

Jess didn't take her mouth off the tip of his cock as Ian exploded. She kept her tongue going and she kept pumping her hands, eager to milk out as much as she could from Ian, and she wasn't disappointed. Ian's cock pulsed, again and again, each pulse bringing with it a stream of thick, creamy, salty-sweet cum. Jess didn't swallow—she let it pool on her tongue, her mouth filling up with his delicious gift. And the whole time, she never once looked away, never broke eye contact with Ian. Jess gazed deep into his brilliant green eyes as she sucked and licked and stroked Ian's cock, until it stopped throbbing and she was left with a mouthful of hot cum as a well-deserved reward.

Moving carefully, Jess backed away from Ian, sucking hard as she did, pulling out those last few drops of sperm from Ian's cock. Her lips kept a tight seal around his prick head for as long as possible, and when it finally came free with a *pop* she was quick to close her mouth before she anything could spill out. Then she tilted her head back, still looking up at Ian, and opened wide, showing off the mouthful of cum she'd earned for her diligent efforts. Ian was still mesmerized, unable to look away, and he saw her pretty lips open wide and the thick pearly-white pool that filled her mouth. The end of her tongue poked up past the surface, a little pink island in a sea of white.

"That's fucking hot, babe," he said, as Jess looked up at him. "Show your boyfriend."

She closed her mouth and rose to her feet, turning toward Kyle as she did. Her hips rolled from side to side and she took a couple of steps, closing the distance between them, before once more dropping to her knees, this time between Kyle's spread legs. Kyle wanted to look away—but it was like some force was pulling his gaze to her, drawing him in magnetically. When she was confident that she had his attention, she slowly opened her mouth wide, showing Kyle the same view that Ian had seen moments before. But where Ian had looked down and seen a woman devoted to making him feel good, Kyle saw the love of his life cruelly taunting him by showing yet more evidence of his inferiority.

Jess gave him a good long look, tilting her head and craning her neck as best she could to give him a better view without letting any of her precious treasure spill out past her lips. And when she was satisfied, she closed her mouth and swallowed, loudly—then she swallowed again, because there was too much to take all in one go.

Ian watched, slowly stroking his cock, making sure he stayed rock-hard, as Jess smacked her lips and sighed in contentment. She opened her mouth wide to show Kyle that she'd swallowed every drop. "That was delicious, darling," she said to Ian—although her eyes stayed on Kyle, who sobbed and finally looked away. Then she got back on her feet and moved back to Ian's side, nestling up next to him and gently easing his hand away from his shaft, replacing it with her own. Her movements were natural, practiced—as this motion was one she did every day. And that wasn't far from the truth.

She took over for his stroking, gently pumping her fist up and down his length. "Well, what do you think we should do next?" she asked Ian. "I don't know if he wants to watch anymore." She snickered and went on. "Should we put his blindfold back on?"

Ian shook his head. "No. In fact..." His voice trailed off as he leaned into her and whispered something to her ear. Kyle couldn't hear it, whatever it was, but the cruel smile that spread slowly over Jess's face made him tremble with dread.

Jess let go of Ian's cock and unhooked the clasp on her bra and coyly shrugged it off, holding her arm in front of her to cover her nipples. "No peeking," she said, teasingly, as she dropped the lacy blue bra on the floor. Then she spun on her heel, giving Kyle a view of her well-toned ass as she approached Ian again, who grabbed her wrist and gently but firmly pulled her hand away from her breasts, leaving them uncovered and available to his appreciative gaze. Both her arms wound up behind her back, held there loosely by Ian, while Jess stood there with her shoulders thrust back proudly, give him full access to her firm, round tits.

Ian was quick to indulge himself in one of his favorite pastimes—feasting on Jess's lovely breasts. Her back was to Kyle, so he couldn't see much, but he could see how Ian lowered his head to her chest and started to kiss her beasts, passionately, while Jess threw her head back and shimmied her shoulders just a bit. "Kyle loved my breasts too, didn't you, Kyle?" she said, glancing back at him over her shoulder. "But it didn't feel as good when he played with them. He was too tentative. He was like a little boy. But you, baby..." she trailed off as Ian gave her tits a firm squeeze, cupping them in his hand before bringing them back to his mouth.

Kyle didn't think that things could get much worse. But the fact that they were talking about him like he wasn't in the room somehow did the trick. It was like he was a sideshow—before, it had at least seemed like this whole set-up was for his benefit, and that in turn meant that he was in some way significant. But now, he was just an afterthought; his humiliation and defeat had been accomplished, and now it was all about them. Any further indignities they might subject him to were just for their own amusement.

He became the center of attention again, as Jess strutted over toward Kyle and planted her feet, about shoulder-width apart. She rested her hands on his shoulders and leaned forwards, bending at the waist until her face was close enough to his that he could feel her breath on him. "Look at me, Kyle," she said, quietly. "Look into my eyes." Kyle had his eyes shut tight, but he couldn't hide or hold back the tears that welled up at the corners. "Please, Kyle, please just look at me... do this one last thing for me, okay?" Her pleas were soft, and it sounded like she was giving voice to a genuine need. And indeed she was—because behind her, Ian had stepped into position, and he was teasing her with his cock, sliding the fat head up and down her slit, then easing just the tip inside her, before slipping back out and lightly tapping it against her clit.

"Kyle, I need you to look," Jess said, her voice breathy. "Just look into my eyes. That's all. I need it, Kyle, I need it..." Her hips rolled and gyrated, as if she was fucking the air, but still Ian refused to give her what she wanted. Kyle, though, was the first to break. He opened his eyes, and looked deep into Jess's baby-blues.

So he was watching when her eyes went wide as Ian slid his long, thick cock into Jess's cunt.

Jess let out a long, loud groan, one that spoke of a need too long denied and now, finally, relieved. And through it she kept her eyes open and locked onto Kyle's, making an intimate study of the pain she saw there and using it to heighten her own enjoyment. She saw the tears forming in his eyes, saw them start to roll down his cheeks, as he witnessed the woman he loved quivering and moaning in ecstasy while she was impaled on his enemy's cock.

Ian grabbed a handful of Jess's dark hair, pulling it back into a loose ponytail, and hauled back as he slid his hips forward, making her back arch as he pulled her onto his cock. "Fuck, yes, lover," Jess said, "pull my fucking hair. Fuck me rough." And he started to do exactly that. Gripping her hair in one hand, he yanked her back as he slammed his hips forward. Their bodies met, and the sounds of the impact rang off the walls of the small dorm room.

Kyle had the best seat in the house; he got an up-close view of the way Jess's body shook and her tits bounced every time Ian drove into her. She was bent over, right in front of him, her hands on his shoulders, using him to brace herself. Every time Ian rocked forwards, she rocked forwards as well, pushing against Kyle, giving him some small semblance of the sort of powerful, cunt-punishing thrusts that Jess was receiving. And she wasn't passive; Jess was pushing against Kyle, practically throwing herself back at Ian, begging him to use her completely, all without saying a word.

Now that Kyle's eyes were open, he found the sight hypnotic. He couldn't look away from Jess as her body shook and her tits bounced and her lips parted and quivered ecstatically. Her hair had looked so lovely earlier in the evening, all done up for their date, but now it was a mess. Ian held most of it in his big, strong hand, but a few locks had escaped his grasp and now fell in front of her face.

Jess wasn't saying anything anymore. No taunts slipped past her lips, no further pleas to the man fucking her senseless. She couldn't muster up with needed concentration to put one word in front of another, not while Ian was fucking her and driving all thought from her head, replacing it with pure, distilled pleasure.

Kyle found himself making a minute study of Jess's face, every little detail searing itself into his memory. This wasn't the first time he'd looked at her while she was in the throes of passion—but the differences between this encounter and all the times that he'd been with her were obvious. The way her plump and inviting lips were parted, the way they glistened wetly from her tongue running over them. The way her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated. The flush on her cheeks and her chest. Her furrowed brow. The loose ringlets of hair that dangled down in front of her. The deep, all-encompassing look of need. None of these things had been there when he'd been fucking her, but for Ian, it was all there, and in abundance.

Behind her, Ian was hard at work. He held her hair in one hand, and the other was on her hip—except when he gave her firm, round ass a slap, spurring both of them on. Kyle thought he could hear the wet sounds of Ian's cock plunging into his (former) girlfriend's drenched hole, but it might have been his imagination, supplying him with the soundtrack to his own humiliation. Neither Ian nor Jess spoke during the endless minutes, but both of them seemed to be savoring his defeat and using it to lend more energy and more passion to their intense fuck.

Kyle didn't know how long this went on for, before Ian yanked back harder on Jess's hair, pulling her away from Kyle and making her back arch. And Kyle couldn't help but stare at Jess's outthrust tits, so round, so perfect, as they bounced wildly from Ian's pounding thrusts. Jess, acting on instinct, brought her hands behind her back, giving Kyle an unobstructed view—and giving Ian another hand-hold to use to fuck her even harder. It seemed like she was only being held up by his hands and his cock; if he stepped away, she'd collapse into a blissful, fucked-out heap.

Before too long, though, Ian seemed to grow tired of this position. He pulled out, abruptly, and Jess did indeed stumble for a moment. But only for a moment, because before she could regain her balance Ian practically threw her onto the bed. Kyle craned his neck to the side to see. Part of him wanted to make sure Jess was okay—and another, darker part wanted to see the bitch hurt from what she'd done to him. But what he saw was Jess rolling over onto her back, moving gracefully, and spreading her legs wide, practically inviting Ian in between them.

Ian was quick to accept. He dropped to his knees in front of her, and for a brief time—thirty seconds? a minute?—he went down on her, while she pawed at her own tits and writhed in obscene pleasure. And then he slid up her body, so that all Kyle could see was Ian's broad, strong-looking back and her face as his tormentor entered her again. As he did Jess's jaw dropped and she let out a shattering scream of pleasure as she came.

She dug her nails into Ian's back, raking at him, leaving red lines where she scraped his skin and even a few spots of blood. And Ian fucked her with all the savage intensity he could muster. His breathing was labored. As he slammed his hips down and forcefully claimed Jess as his own she pulled his head down and, in a stage whisper just loud enough for Kyle to hear, said, "Cum in my cunt, lover."

As soon as she said those words, Ian froze for a heartbeat. And then he seemed to go into overdrive. A low muttered chant spilled from his lips, just two words, over and over: "Gonna cum... gonna cum... gonna cum..." The bed groaned and creaked and Jess moaned and then it happened. As the first fiery-hot cord of cum flew forcefully from his cock, gushing into Jess's tight cunt, she came with him, shrieking and wailing wordlessly, drowning out his low grunts and groans with her own loud cries. And in his chair, Kyle sobbed and died, just a little, inside.

Kyle turned away, but he could still hear Ian and Jess. Ian didn't pull out after he came; he lay down by Jess, instead, and the two lovers embraced tenderly, both panting as they slowly recovered from their exertions. They didn't speak to each other. There was no need.

They stayed that way until Ian felt himself softening inside Jess. Then he kissed her, softly, slowly, and eased away from her, pulling out entirely. Kyle couldn't help but look over then, and he saw that both Ian and Jess were glowing with post-coital bliss. A faint sheen of sweat covered them, and several streams of white sperm spilled from Jess's freshly fucked pussy. As Ian got back on his feet, he turned to face Kyle, and grin spread slowly across his face. "Never seen her cum like that, huh?" He rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles, then continued. "My woman's a wildcat."

As if on cue, Jess stretched out of the bed, arching her back and showing off her toned frame. "Only for the right man," she added, smirking and staring right at Kyle as she spoke. She sat up in bed and reached out with one hand, brushing her fingertips over Ian's thigh. "I hope you're not done, baby," she said to him. "I told Kyle that I wanted to get ass-fucked tonight. And you know what? I really, really do."

Ian's cock had softened almost completely. Kyle had been forcing himself to look away—it was childish, but it was as if he could will it away as long as he didn't acknowledge it. But the truth was that Kyle was average at best, and Ian was anything but average. Even soft his cock put Kyle's to shame. And when Ian heard Jess's wicked words, blood started to rush back into it, and once again his titanic shaft started to swell.

Jess helped it along. She slipped off the bed and on to her knees in front of Ian. She opened her mouth and, without using her hands at all, engulfed the slowly swelling head of his prick. And she went deeper, as well, greedily gulping down the whole length of his now half-hard cock. Jess sucked on it and swirled her tongue around the head and the shaft, reveling in the feeling as he grew hard again thanks to her attentions. She could taste herself on him, and she didn't mind—in fact, knowing where Ian's cock had just been gave her a thrill, and the slightly tangy taste of her own juices was in its own way quite appealing.

As Ian's cock grew it quickly became too big for her tiny mouth. But Jess didn't back off; she just let the head slip past her gag reflex and into her throat. Before long she was unable to breathe as his swollen shaft blocked off her airway. But still she kept on sucking and licking, gently rocking her head back and forth, fucking her throat with Ian's cock, until he was once again stiff and hard and ready, as if he hadn't fucked her in days. Then, and only then, she pulled herself away from Ian's amazing prick, sucking hard on it as she backed off.

Her lips were sealed tight around his thick shaft until the very last moment, when they came free with a pop. And then she dropped down onto her heels and looked up, gazing rapturously at the magnificent tool bobbing in the air in front of her. It was drenched in her spit and covered in a network of veins. It looked powerful. Intimidating. And she gazed at it reverentially, with more passion and love in her eyes than she ever showed to Kyle.

"Looks like you're ready," Jess said to Ian. He let out a grunt of assent as she stood back up, and then pulled her in for a kiss. If the fact that her lips had just been wrapped around his shaft gave Ian any trouble, he didn't show it. The kiss ended when Jess pushed Ian back onto the bed. She was nowhere near strong enough to actually make him go anywhere he didn't want to go, but right now Ian was more than happy to let her run the show. He sat down on the bed, gently stroking his cock as Jess turned to Kyle.

"You shouldn't have to strain to see this, honey," she said, her voice sickly sweet. "Let me help you." She circled around behind him and with a little bit of effort turned his chair. Of course Kyle came along with it; he wound up facing the bed, only a few feet away from Ian. The contrast between them couldn't have been clearer. Even with Kyle's efforts to get in shape, he still was unimpressive. He'd lost weight, but it just made him look gaunt, whereas Ian looked imposing. He was pale, in a way that seemed unhealthy, whereas Ian looked like a man in his prime. And of course his cock was practically nothing compared to the titanic tool that was thrust up from Ian's groin.

Jess walked back around and sat down in Ian's lap, leaning back against him as his arms enfolded her. Unconsciously, she molded herself to him, nestling up against him. His cock was hot and hard against her skin, and she found herself grinding on it, just a bit. "God," she moaned, "I can't wait to feel this monster stretching out my tight little hole." It was gratuitous and cruel, like most of the dirty talk Jess had spewed during this encounter. But it worked, and she felt Ian's cock throb.

His hands slipped down, around her waist, and with a growl he lifted her up off him, seemingly without effort, like she was a toy. Jess squealed at being hoisted up into the air so suddenly—until the squeal turned into a gasp as he lowered her down onto his cock. He did it slowly, in part to give her time to adjust and accept the intrusion of his massive weapon into her tight hole. She'd prepped herself before the night's festivities had started, but nevertheless it was slow going. It hurt, just a bit—but it was a good pain, one Jess had learned to love.