Date: Thu, 03 Mar 2011 18:46:38 -0800
From: marianasdeep3@hushmail.com
Subject: Part 2 Fucked by the Man of the House

Thanks for the encouraging comments that always help to keep the
writing going.

Part 2.

With Robert gone, I started to regain composure, though I could
still taste his cock.  I suddenly remembered I was in Paul's room.
It was 3 pm and he would be home from class soon.  I decided to
leave for the bathroom to clean up fast, shirt off, hair
disheveled, a mix of wet and dry cum all over my face and chest.
When I left the room, crossing the living room to get to the
bathroom, I realized I was too late.  Paul was sitting on the couch.

"Hey, what were you doing in my room?" he asked.

I couldn't answer, but discovering him and hearing his question
struck me at the same time, surprising me enough to look at him.
He could see I was a cum covered mess.  I turned away ashamed, and
walked into the bathroom, cleaning up.  Paul came into the bathroom.

"I saw Robert going into Cindy's room.  Did you just give him a
blowjob?" he asked the obvious, more from tantalizing surprise than
naivete.

"Yeah, I guess.  He coerced me." I answered (what did he want for
an answer?).

"Why my room?" he asked.

I didn't answer.  While I was brushing my teeth to try to get rid
of cock taste, he went to his room.  Soon he came back with the
magazine I had been browsing.  I had accidentally left it on the
bed.  He showed it to me.

"I could tell someone was going through my stash for awhile.  Did
Robert catch you?" Paul asked.

"... I guess." I admitted.

"So he didn't coerce you, he seduced you.  Was it your first?" Paul
asked.

"Yeah.  Now would you leave me alone." I said starting to get angry.

"O.K., O.K.  I just didn't know there was another cocksucker in the
house." Paul said laughing.

"I'm not a cocksucker." I said.

I went into my room.  I had an exam in two days, so I decided I
needed to get to the library, a good place to be alone anyway, at
least in your mind.  But as I started to put my shirt on and get
ready, I realized I was horny as hell.  I didn't get off, Robert
did, and the whole experience was amplifying my lust.  It had to be
relieved.  I lowered my jeans and laid back on the bed.  I started
jacking, my head a swirl of lust recalling the blowjob.  Getting
caught.  The extortion.  The surprise of the underwear bulge.  The
smells.  The cock rubbing  my face.  My surrender.  The cock going
in, taste mixing with smells.  Stretched lips.  The cum going down
my throat.  I quickly shot a load all over my stomach.  Just then,
Vicki walked in.

"What are you doing?" Vicki asked.

Surprised again, it took me awhile to reply, "I'm sorry.  I
couldn't wait for you."

"Can I join you?" She asked.

"I'm kinda spent." I replied, ashamed.

"That's o.k." she said as she climbed on top of me.  She licked my
chest, then to my surprised, licked up my cum and sucked my cock.
I was feeling guilty the whole time, but enjoying it.  She could
tell my guilt, but I assumed she thought it was about me getting
caught.  I was sure she didn't know the real reason why.  When she
was finished, we lay together in an embrace.  I finally broke it,
and said I had to study.

"O.K.  Save that for me next time." she said, affectionately
laughing.

I left for the library.  Calculus.  Talk about a subject that
commands your full attention, of which, other than thoughts of the
blowjob, I had none.  I thus got shit done.  I decided to bag it,
and left for home.

As I entered the house, I heard a girl's moaning.  I thought to
myself, "Oh my God, the libido of that guy!  He's already fucking
again."  But then I started realizing something else.  That wasn't
Cindy's voice!  It was Vicki's!!  And it was coming from our room.

I heard the crescendo of moans, followed by the obvious orgasm.
During the build, she kept wimpering, "Oh Robert, it's so big.  Oh
Robert, it so big, Oh Robert, it's so big.  Robert, Robert, ...,"
Each satisfied exclamation stabbed at me.  Then it was followed by
the, "Ahhhh eeeee oooo," that signaled her complete satisfaction.
Then the "oh yeah, take it bitch" that signaled his.  I quietly
sobbed to myself, then decided, "I've been busted twice, I'm
busting them."  I went into our room.

I saw Robert's tight ass as he was pulling out his monster of a
cock from between her spread legs.  His cock was shined by her
vaginal juices and his own cum.  Her tits were red from him sucking
the nipples.  They were surprised by their arrest, but not overly
ashamed.

"Brian?" more of a greeting than a question.

I waited a little bit, "What are you doing."

"Fucking," said Robert, always the smart ass.  Vicki laughed a
little, that hurting the most.

"Obviously ..." I said.

"Look man, Vicki told me she was having a little trouble getting
off on your little prick.  I thought I would show her what a real
fuck is like." Robert said.

I was seething, but stung enough to not say anything as Robert left
the room.  I couldn't face Vicki, not because I had been betrayed
by her, but through my own shame.

Now began the awkwardness of sharing a room with someone you're no
longer sure you want to be with.  I guess the feelings were mutual
between Vicki and I, but given our situation we were going to work
it out, maybe even salvage our relationship.  At least all the
issues were openly on the table, well, except for my one blowjob
experience.

The next morning as I left for class, I heard fucking again.  This
time it was Robert and Cindy as usual.  "God, this guy fucks all
the time," was all I could think as I left.  As usual, my morning
schedule brought me home earlier than everyone else at the house.
I was getting extremely horny thinking about haven given my first
blowjob yesterday.  I went down and started browsing Paul's
magazine collection again, but I was too stressed thinking about
Robert coming home again, so I left and went to my own room.  I
decided to change out of long pants into shorts, in my underwear as
Robert walked into my room.

"You have a real nice ass.  Did anyone ever tell you that?" Robert
asked.

"Get out." I said.

"No, I mean it, and you should know it.  I can't wait to fuck it."
he said.

"No way.  Get out." I said.

"Not today, don't worry.  If you don't want it, I don't force it.
But you'll want it by the end of the week." He said.

"You wish." I replied.

"No, I think you do.  Maybe not for an ass fucking, now, but I
think you want this again." He said, dropping both his pants and
underwear in a single move, his semi-erect cock swinging from side
to side, "Come on, I need a blowjob as much as you need some cum to
swallow."

He walked up to me, meeting my quiet gaze with his stare that saw
through my resistance.

"You're already in your undies, let's lift this off." he said as he
pulled my T-shirt off.  He then pulled his over and behind his head
but not out of the sleeves, and I saw his muscular chest and 6-pack
abs.  I melted, and he knew it.

"Come on.  On your knees this time," he said, pushing on my head.

I dropped and was next on my knees.  Submissive position.  He knew
it, loved it, his cock wiping against my face again.  This time I
was clad only in underwear, whereas he had his jeans and underwear
at his thighs, his shoes on, his T-shirt only a second away from
being fully on.  He was almost dressed.  I was almost nude.  The
power difference was crossing my mind as his cock entered my mouth.
 I couldn't believe it.  I was giving my second blowjob.  For the
second time, I was giving HIM a blowjob.  For the second time in my
life, I was sucking cock.  For the second time, I was sucking HIS
cock.  This cock that had so far fucked everyone in the house
except me.

He understood the power difference, and within a minute or two of
me working his cock, he was reaching over my head, grabbing the
elastic of my underwear.  A couple of more sucks, and I was
completely nude.  A couple of more sucks, and he was feeling my ass.

"Such a nice ass.  It's calling for cock.  Begging for cock." He
belittled me.  Then he started rubbing my asshole, knowing full
well to rub my prostrate just inside and below the doorway.

I couldn't believe it, but I started WANTING his cock.  Not up my
ass, but as it was, in my mouth.

"That's it baby, suck the cock that's gonna fuck ya.  You know you
want it.  Today in your mouth.  Tomorrow up your ass." he said.

I stopped sucking to respond, had to respond, "No way."

"O.K., day after tomorrow.  I could use another blowjob tomorrow
anyway." He said, then grabbing my head, "But let's finish this one
first."

I quickly complied, opening and drawing in his cock with a slurp.
He saw it, knew it.  "See, you want it bad.  BAD."

I was busted.  He was right.  I wanted his cock, and aggressively
picked up the sucking pace.  He delivered, fucking my throat.

"Yeah, let's have it all go down this time." He said as he busted
his nuts.  He held his cock in the back of my throat.  The first 3
pulses went down.  He pulled back, making sure to fill my mouth
with sperm, but not getting any on my face, "Don't swallow yet,
bitch.  Show me first.  Open your mouth."  As I opened, he pulled
his cock out, "Show me the cum."  I stuck my tongue forward,
showing the cum on my tongue and in my cheeks.

"O.K., swallow."

I swallowed, a big gulping sound revealing my compliance.

"Clean it up." he commanded.  The cock went into my mouth.  I
sucked it, licked it off, and swallowed every drop.

"You college boys are such pussies.  But I gotta admit, you learn
fast.  I don't think you need anymore cocksucking training."

"Fuck you." I said.

"Oh, come on now.  You enjoyed the hell out of that.  In fact, I
think tomorrow you're going to want it up that nice ass of yours.
If that's the case, you better take this tonight."

He threw me a box of Ex Lax, "With a cock my size, you're going to
want to make sure there's enough room up there."

With that, he got dressed, taking all of two seconds, and walked
out of the room, leaving me nude, wiping mostly spit, perhaps some
cum, from my lips, onto the back of my hand.