Chapter 3: More Housemates and a New Partner

The Mexican pollo and shrimp dish that Claire and I prepared was a huge success. I wasn’t sure there were enough leftovers for another meal because people went back for seconds.

At dinner, I finally met the couple that had been away for the weekend – Cecil and Eva.

Cecil was British, having grown up in London with English parents, gone to undergrad at Oxford, and he was now teaching composition and piano at the Berklee School of Music, only a short walk from the house. He commented that he’d just started teaching a summer course that day on blues and rock keyboard techniques.

Eva wore what I’d come to think of as coke bottle glasses and was a serious biological researcher. She worked for Genzyl in Cambridge, and was figuring out ways to sequence the human genetic code for an individual faster and more accurately. She had her Ph.D. from Harvard.

I happily let Cecil and Eva interview me as we learned about each other. These were some of my new friends until the next big stage of flux in my life, whenever that might happen.

After dinner and clean up, Laurel was my evening companion. We cuddled as we continued to talk with Cecil and Eva in the living room. The pair had met his parents at a rental house in Boothbay Harbor, Maine.

Eva said, “We stayed together in the same room at the house and fucked ourselves silly as his parents listened at our bedroom door.”

He explained, “Because I went into the arts rather than STEM, my parents arbitrarily decided that I must be gay. I did have a good male friend, and still do, but we never did anything together. I’m not averse to people that are, but I’m not that way myself. Anyway, I got the impression that it was important that I somehow set the record ‘straight’, so to speak, without simply making the necessary declarations.

“Thus, I brought my erstwhile girlfriend with me – Eva. We like each other and have a long history of intimacy with each other anyway, so it was easy for us to fake a monogamous relationship. Whenever we had a free moment, we were in our bedroom of the vacation home my parents rented merrily fucking away an hour of our visit. I think they finally believe.

“And before I forget, thank you Eva for your thespian skills and the use of your pussy for an entire weekend.” They both laughed and kissed.

Eva announced, “I’m not averse to being your erstwhile girlfriend for one more night, Cecil.” As she said that, she fumbled with the zipper on his shorts and extracted his cock from his pants right there at the dinner table. After a dozen strokes, she leaned over and started to fellate him.

As I watched, I became aware of Laurel fumbling with the opening to my shorts. I watched as she suddenly lowered her head, and I felt my shaft get wet as she lapped my length like a lollypop. Next, I was devoured by the luscious brunette as her hair fell forward and stroked against my bare thighs.

I looked over at Cecil and Eva. He was watching Laurel play with my cock, and, honestly, I had been watching Eva do him. Both women were sneaking peeks at the other every few moments.

I gently peeled away Laurel’s clothing until she was nude. She wasn’t at all embarrassed. My work inspired Cecil and Eva to do the same. Soon we were all naked in the dining room of the house. The lights were dim, and I knew we were high enough above the sidewalk that anybody walking by would not see in despite the windows.

Laurel teased, “You’re getting brave. I thought you’d run for your bedroom or mine.”

“Where would you be most comfortable?” I smiled and kissed her.

Laurel kissed back with great passion as she jerked my cock with her left hand. “I would be most comfortable atop your body with your cock driving into my wet cunt just before you blast me full of your semen. Think you can handle that?”

I teased in a worried tone, “Won’t know until we try. I like challenging assignments.” I helped lift her body and bring her over me. She straddled my legs and hips, and steered my cock into her pussy as I lowered her to my lap. I sank in with barely any friction. She was horny.

Laurel moved up and down a bit, and I did the best I could to reciprocate. I know my cock felt fabulous inside her warmth and wetness.

Further away, Eva had backed onto Cecil’s cock in the reverse cowgirl position. I could see his hard shaft slowly pistoning into the small woman whose room was next to mine on the third floor. At the same time, I could feel the wonderful friction of Laurel’s vagina sliding back and forth on my shaft. I was highly aroused.

Laurel said, “Are you watching them? Can you see Cecil’s cock in Eva’s pussy? Isn’t that fucking hot?”

We fucked for another minute, and then Laurel said, “And now for something completely different.” She suddenly rose up and backed off of my cock. My wet dick was bobbing in the air over my lap.

The next I knew Eva was there. She threw a leg over mine, grabbed my cock, and steered it into her tight pussy. Oh, fuck. In the span of ten seconds, I was fucking another woman.

Eva planted a hot kiss on me. “Oh, you feel really good inside me. I’m going to enjoy the times we get together. You ... hit ... all the ... right ... spots.” On her last word, Eva’s whole body shook and shuddered. I was certain she’d had an orgasm of some magnitude.

I glanced past Eva, and Laurel was the woman now riding Cecil in the reverse cowgirl. My brain did a mammoth scramble of emotions. I pinged on jealousy, then compersion, then possessiveness, then gratitude, then forgiveness, then fear, and then bewilderment. There was no solid anchor point, except I was hyper-aroused. I even felt my cock grow longer and harder.

I kept Eva bouncing on my cock. She had her eyes almost closed, and I kissed her several times. She kissed back and purred. She’d mutter, “Oh, God, yes.” My cock was bigger, longer, and swollen more than ever before. I’d never been in a group sex environment.

In the blink of an eye, Laurel was back on my cock, this time stretched out on the sofa in the missionary position, as I hammered into her body with my cock. She was suddenly the one encouraging me with dirty talk and telling me what a great lover I was. As I saw her cresting, aided by a couple of my fingers on her clitoris, I also came – slamming my cock into her to deliver about a zillion sperm as deep into her body as I could put them.

Laurel screamed, “OH, FUCK, SO GOOD – SO GOOD.”

In that instant, I became aware of Claire, Amy, Ross, and Ryan watching us from the foyer. They were all smiling. Amy had told me that everyone in the house considered sex to be a spectator sport.

As I floated down from my high, Claire came and kissed both Laurel and me. Amy was right there, too. They went and kissed Cecil, and I realized that he’d also cum inside Eva somewhere in the past few minutes.

Amy winked at me, and I knew that was tantamount to a challenge from her.

As my wilting flower slipped from Laurel’s pussy, I sat up and then changed position. I kissed Laurel’s breasts and then down her body until my tongue raked through her wet slit. She jerked and made a small squeaky sound.

I lapped at some of my cum, just appearing in the pinkness of her vagina that led to deeper inside her body. I covered the opening with my mouth and sucked, retaining the mix of fluids in my mouth.

I came up for air with a mouthful of goodness. I moved up and kissed Laurel, slowly depositing the liquid cum into her mouth. She smiled and opened to show me the entire load. I let her guide me onto my back so she could drool the mixture of cum, vagina juices, my spit, and her saliva back into my mouth. I then shared it with her, and then we swallowed.

I looked. The others looked on with amazement written all over their faces. Amy gave me a thumbs-up sign of approval. I heard her say to Cecil, Ross, and Ryan, I think the new man just raised the bar to a new high.

Claire muttered, “Holy shit, got that right.”

I took it a step further, however. I shrugged, and turned to where Eva was sprawled out in Cecil’s lap. Her legs were spread wide over his, and her pussy was on blatant display and just starting to drool out the white jism he’d shot into her body.

I leaned in and sampled the splooge as Eva’s eyes became large and round and full of surprise. I heard Cecil and the others in the room gasp. Amy even whispered in disbelief, “No. Not necessary.”

I tasted the white goo. It was about the same as what I just cleaned from Laurel, basically my own spend. I sampled more. It really wasn’t bad. I expected a revolting taste and gagging when the fact of what I’d done reached my brain. Nothing like that occurred. Instead, I felt proud that I’d done something to amaze the other seven people in the house, including Amy who’d first taunted me about tasting my own spend.

I collected a sample, and then moved up and kissed Eva. She expected the snowball, and eagerly opened her maw and allowed me to dribble the goo into her mouth. Mostly, I thought it tasted of her feminine juices.

Eva didn’t swap. She visibly swallowed and then pulled me to her and we shared a deep soul kiss with our tongues in play with each other.

Ross said to no one in particular. “THAT is going to be a hard act to follow. I suppose that’s expected behavior now?”

Amy and Claire both went, “Mmmm huhmh.”

Laurel and I eventually went to her room. I hadn’t figured it out until then, but she had the largest bedroom and the best ensuite bath in the house. I figured this was her privilege as the owner and operator of the rooming house. She had a king-size bed, and we made good use of it for a second round of lovemaking, and then sleeping together.