His Roommate His Girlfriend Pt 01

The characters who are sexually active in this story are college juniors, so 21--22 years old. The younger person mentioned is 18 years old.

Giovan desired his sister, but she didn't desire him. The cumbersome equipment he carried between his legs had not gone unnoticed by Giselle. And while she may have been a little curious about it, the idea of having sex with him was alien to her. He knew this, or rather he feared it. He also knew--he was absolutely convinced--that if he could just get his big prick into her hot little snatch she would become his for life.

Gisella--perversely, in his view--had eyes only for his roommate, his gay roommate, Jeff, who only encouraged this infatuation by flirting with her every time she visited their room. Jeff had asked Giovan not to tell her he was gay because he didn't want Gisella to "go fag-hag" on him. Whatever that meant.

Jeff, on the other hand, had cultivated a bit of a crush on him, one that had intensified a few weeks before when Jeff came home one afternoon in time to see Giovan just finish masturbating to a picture of Gisella.

Jeff started, stared, then said, "Please tell me that's a picture of me."

Giovan sat back on his heels, his cock arcing up between his thighs, slowly going soft after his orgasm. He was not shy about his dick; no, he was rather proud of it. He had every right to be. It was long, thick, and veiny--just like the ones in the porn stories. And his balls: they were big, they were hairy, and they hung low in their sac. Were they as big as lemons? Of course not. No one has balls that big. Don't be stupid. The cum on his chest was sliming its way down his abdomen.

Giovan wore his slightly sneering grin. "Sorry, loverboy. Not this time." He held his cock near the base with one hand and squeezed the head with the other hand, eking out a final dribble of white jism. He wiped it up and smeared it into the hair on his chest. His gleaming prick (coconut oil) quietly settled down between his thighs and Jeff finally looked at Giovan's face.

"Jesus," he opined.

A smirk tweaked at Giovan's mouth now. "You wanna suck me off sometime?"

Jeff's expression opened up for a moment and his mouth opened slightly, but then, just as quickly, his eyes hardened and his mouth became a firm line. He turned away to put down his bookbag. "Don't be such a fucking asshole."

Giovan's smirk disappeared. "Sorry, Jeff. I was just teasing." After a moment he added, "do you want to lick the cum off me?"

He just barely ducked the book Jeff hurled at him.

* * *

It was a clear spring day on the quadrangle lawn. The sun was gentle, the breezes mild, and the pleasant noise of young people talking and playing catch or frisbee completed the scene. Giovan reclined with a textbook, but his mind was running through a fantasy in which his sister was desperately sucking on his knob...because...because...because she had become a "cumpire", and Giovan was letting her get sustenance from him because he was a good and noble brother. Oh, and he had just killed Count Jizzula, the cumpire who had transformed Gisella into the ejaculivorous beast she now was.

Or maybe, he thought, maybe it was a "Nosferwadtu." hmmm...

She was sucking fiendishly hard now. Giovan sat up to adjust his dick surreptitiously: it had been pointed downward when he had started his fantasy, now it was straining painfully against the unforgiving fabric of his jeans.

"Hi."

"Whaa!"

The girl blinked at Giovan's startled cry. "Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you. You must have been really zoned out."

"Uh, yeah. Kinda."

The girl smiled at him but also to herself. She had seen what he had been trying to do. She had brothers, she recognized the "adjustment" when she saw it. She was also keenly aware of the prominence of what he had been trying to adjust in his jeans. She arched an eyebrow in contemplation.

"I'm sorry to bother you," she said, "but one of my friends over there," she jerked her thumb over her shoulder, "has this idea about you. I don't really agree with him. Long story short: can you settle a bet for us?"

Giovan frowned. "A bet?"

"Yeah. See, the thing is my friend, Eric, over there, he thinks--"

"Who?"

"Eric. Over there."

Giovan looked past her leg at a guy and a girl sitting on the lawn a few yards away. The girl was dull-eyed and sort of caved in on herself, but the guy had an alert and pretty face.

..."pretty"? Where did that come from?

The girl in front of him began talking again. Giovan was only aware of her bare legs in front of him, of her tight cut-off jeans, of how they drew the eye to the juncture of her inner thighs, of a slender body with jutting breasts, and a fine, narrow oval face framed by glossy dark brown hair.

"So are you?"

Giovan tried to piece together what he hadn't been paying attention to....and, nope, not a fucking clue.

"Am I what?"

The girl grinned. Giovan thought it was a lovely grin. She, in turn, had been looking him over and liked what she saw. He had a lean athletic figure, curly locks of flaxen hair, a handsome face, and large graceful hands.

"I asked if you're gay."

"--oh."

"Because Eric over thinks--he hopes--that maybe you are."

"Oh, well, I'm afraid he's out of luck."

She grinned again, but now a different light was in her eye.

"Good."

Giovan cocked an eyebrow of his own. "Good?"

Her grin drew into a moué as she continued to look him over. She didn't answer him. She looked over her shoulder and yelled, "I was right! You guys owe me a beer!"

Turning back to him she thrust out a hand. "Eve."

He took the hand. "Giovan."

Eve paused and her eyebrows twitched together for a moment. "Like the night musk?"

Giovan sighed. "No, that's Jovan, with a j; mine's spelled like 'Giovanni' without the ending."

"How'd you get that name?" Eve sat down in front of him, folding one smooth leg under her butt and drawing the other up to her chest. To Giovan's eyes, she might just as well have sat down and pointed at her crotch with an arrow on a stick.

"My mom's family's Italian and my dad's is German, so it's kind of a compromise between Johann and Giovanni."

"Oh, that's kinda cool."

"I guess, but it leads to a lot of explaining. But you can call me 'Gio'. It's spelled G-I-O but pronounced like 'Joe'...which is natural, of course, since it's Italian orthography."

"Umm, okay."

"Sorry, linguistics is one of my avocations."

"I'm not a hundred percent sure what 'avocation' means, but 'linguist' caught my attention."

Giovan chuckled. They looked at each other silently for a few moments. Giovan knew what he was thinking, and he knew--he didn't know how he knew, but he was certain of what he knew in a way that he had never known before--that Eve was thinking the same thing. This new sensation of surety gave him the courage to ask, "do you want to come up to my room?"

* * *

Once they were through the door there was a vigorous, breathless competition between them to get the other one's clothes off first.

Eve halted the proceedings to lay down some ground rules: "I'm not into the boyfriend/girlfriend thing. Don't come fawning after me later. Right?"

"Sure. Should I call you 'mistress' too, ma'am?"

Eve looked off past him and seemed to consider this, then she refocused on him and smiled. With her hands on his shoulders she looked over his chest and abdomen. Giovan was muscular but not bulky; he had a lean, lanky build with broad shoulders. Fine dark hair covered his chest and ran down the middle of his stomach in a narrow line. Eve ran her hands over his chest and along his ribs. With a finger she traced his happy trail downward. He flinched slightly when she got below his navel.

Giovan watched her examine him. Eve was enjoying his shape, the warmth and smoothness of his flesh, the fine tone of his muscles underneath. He kept moving his hands over her back, along her neck to her ears and down again to her shoulders and arms. Her skin was smooth and clear with an olive tone that suggested a Mediterranean heritage.

He reached a hand around her waist and pulled her toward him. Full lips meeting fuller lips, mouths parted a little, they got their first taste of one another in a long exploratory kiss.

Eve slid her hands down Giovan's smooth back and snuck her fingers into the beltline of his jeans and began stroking the upper curve of his buttocks. Fine peach fuzz covered his pert ass. As she strained to get her hands further in, Eve felt Giovan's big hands around the outsides of her breasts. He took firm hold and started to rub her nipples against his own hard ones and the hair on his chest. She sucked in a breath as hers stiffened in response.

She reached a hand around the front and undid his fly, resisting the urge to feel the prick now clearly stretching the fabric because she wanted to watch it pop out as she got his pants and underwear down. She waited, though, to prolong the discomfort of a trapped erection, and she moved her hand back to join the other in kneading his nice butt.

Giovan's hands were sweeping over her tits even as he continued to rub them against his chest. Every brush of his thumbs over her nipples sent a thrill through her, and she pushed her pelvis into his rhythm with his breastplay. His mouth left hers and started wandering across her cheek and along her jawline then under the chin. She tilted her head back to let him kiss and lick along her neck and back up along the jaw. As his tongue darted in and out of her ear, pulling little mewls from her throat, she reached in between their grinding hips and worked to finish undoing his fly. Giovan's jeans started sagging away from his hips and Eve got her first full grip on his ass cheeks. She dug in fingers and twisted her head to force his mouth off her neck, then latched her own onto his ear.

His breathing was deep and soughing. Eve's hands and tongue were skilful. And her breasts--oh, such beautiful, firm tits she had--were so warm and soft against his chest.

Leaving one hand to continue to squeeze and claw his butt, the other she used to tug down one side of her panties. Giovan let go of one breast and helped her by tugging at the other side. Once past her thighs they dropped to her feet and Eve stepped out of them. She spread her legs apart and gave his jeans a tug so they would drop away. Success!

She pressed against him again. She was feeling a building flush in her body and a damp heat in her cooch. She breathed into Giovan's ear, "do you feel my pussy hair crushed against your cock?" As desired, his large penis twitched upward responsively. His boxers tented up between her legs and she could feel thick meat underneath against her twat.

Giovan, his head tilted back, breathed out a long, soft groan. "I can feel your wet cunt through my shorts. I can smell your heat."

Excited by his filthy words, Eve felt a gush of warmth in her hole. She grabbed for his boxers and, again, Gio mirrored her movement. His underwear didn't slide off so easily as hers, though, and they struggled to pull them past the large obstruction they were hiding with a few pained grunts from Giovan.

He bent his knees a bit more and, finally, his freed cock kicked upward and smacked between Eve's thighs, drawing surprised gasps from both of them.

Eve stared down at Giovan's erection. It thrust itself up and out from the dark shrub of his crotch, describing a slight arc from base to head, bristling with veins. The fat knob at its end glowed purple with lustful urgency. She wrapped her fingers around it near the base and gasped at the hot girth of it.

"Jesus Henry Shithole! It's like a big fat meatbanana."

Giovan reached under her little butt and lifted up. Eve took hold of her breasts and resumed the tit-to-tit rub he had begun sawing back and forth, the top of his long prick rubbing against her pussy.

Eve gritted her teeth. She rubbed her nipples roughly against his pectorals, which were flexing from holding her. She fixed lusty eyes on his and snarled, "yeah, do it, you fuck! Rub my hot pussy with that big motherfucker!" Giovan's eyes lit with a lascivious gleam and his lips curled into a bestial grin. He was loving her smutty mouth.

"You want it?"

Eve reached behind herself and grabbed ahold of his dick. She was astonished again at its thickness, and she realized with a thrill that, even as Giovan slid her twat across his cock, she had still a handful left over to play with.

"It's hard," she growled. "It's slick from my cunt."

"Your cunt's hot. It's burning hot on my dick!"

"It's a fucking meatpole."

"You want it?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! Stick in my hole, motherfucker!"

"I'm gonna ram it all the way in!"

"Do it to the hilt, you shit!" She grabbed his jaw and spoke with serious urgency, "I wanna feel that fat snake up in my throat. I want your cum to shoot out my mouth and back into your face!"

Giovan's mouth gaped at her creative obscenities for a moment but quickly curled itself up again into a thrilled grin. "You are a nasty, crazy freak! I fucking love you!"

"Fuck me, dickwipe! Ream that hootyhole!"

Giovan dropped her onto the bed, grabbed her ankles, and lifted her legs up to his shoulders. He looked down at her hairy slit and felt a rush of lust. She smelled like sex. She glistened with desire. He almost shot his wad right then. Eve's breathing was ragged as she waited for him to plunge his big dong into her. She saw his mesmerization, so she reached around his ass and urged him forward. The broad head of his prick touched her cuntlips. He reached down and swept it up and down a few times. Then he started pushing in. And in.

"Oh, shitshit! Stop a second!"

Giovan obeyed, but not happily. "But you're so wet," he complained.

"Yeah, but you're kinda big! My horse wasn't this big!"

Giovan stared at her. "You fucked a horse?"

Eve rolled her eyes. "Go ahead, Gio, but go slowly!" She put her hands on his shoulders. "Slooooooowly."

He smiled warmly and started pushing in again. "Yeah, my sister calls me 'Gio'."

"Nngh!"..."Mm!"..."Haaa..."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, hold there a minute." She breathed in deeply, her eyes shut. Then she looked at him. "Do you ever rent that thing out as a baseball bat?"

Giovan smiled and chuckled. "Don't flatter me. I'm lucky to be with a girl as beautiful and funny as you."

Eve tilted her head and looked at him. After a moment she started running her hands up and down his firm flanks. She slid her hands down to his breathtaking ass and massaged the taut cheeks. Then she said, "do me."

Gio pulled out halfway and then slid his meat back in. Eve's mouth parted with a little "ohhhhhh"; Gio said "uuuhnnn..."

He went in halfway again. Eve urged him on with a pull on his ass. He went in deeper this time. Her eyes shut and she inhaled sharply.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Okay."

Giovan picked up the pace and worked his way toward full insertion. He reached for her breasts, grasped them, and started to move them in small circles as his large fingers feathered over her nipples. He ground in deeper with every thrust, at last bottoming out and getting a little gasp from Eve, his fat pole filling her more than she had ever had before. Her twat was tighter than Giovan had ever been in; he probably would have popped off in two minutes if he hadn't been tutored by an older woman the year before--she had taught him how to last. He pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and lifted her ass from the bed so his angle made his cock glide against the front wall of her pussy over and over, careful not to go banging against her cervix. Eve's eyes rolled back in their sockets as Gio pounded into her. His eyes were closed tightly as he felt himself building. He wasn't going to last long, not when he was plunging into a hole so gripping and hot. His breathing became ragged and grunting.

She felt it grow deep in her belly--diffuse but intense, soft and warm. A small yelping gasp popped out from the back of her mouth. Then a series of them. And then a shockwave ran through her to the top of her head and the tips of her toes. Eve moaned loudly and her pelvis started to twitch. Gio felt her pussy walls fibrillating, and he couldn't hold back anymore against that kind of power. He gripped her wrists, pinning her to the bed, and uttered a panted shout and started to come. As his wave of unbearable pleasure blasted through his body, he was barely aware of how many times he shot cum into Eve's snatch. She felt a growing warmth from his jism deep in her cooch as she slid down from the peak of her orgasm.

Gio let go her wrists and took hold of her legs behind her knees, then settled back into a kneeling position without taking his prick out of her. He was breathing heavily and gazing at her face. He let go of her leg with his right hand and started stroking her upper chest, her neck, jawline, pausing with his fingers lightly resting on her lips to feel the breeze of her slowing exhalations. His left hand played over her belly and fondled her pubic hair. Eve drew her legs down off his shoulders and began caressing his arms.

After a minute in which they each came down off their high, Eve prodded Gio to pull out. As he did, she reached up and pulled his face down between her legs. His nose landed in the musky jungle of hair, and his tongue began exploring the wild crevasse below. She said, "Lap it up, boy. Clean the mess you made."

Giovan had always liked the taste of his semen, sometimes licking his spunk from his hands after masturbating, but this was a pleasant new flavor--kind of like having a swirl cone. There was a nutty, sardiny, metallic quality mixed in with the baking soda and pancake batter flavor of his jism. He clamped his mouth over her labia and sucked and slurped her hole clean. She writhed her hips as his tongue worked for several minutes, building toward another little peak, when she heard the door unlatch and open.

"Ew, yuck."

Gio lifted his face from between her thighs and saw Jeff standing in the doorway. What was it with him walking in at times like this?

"'Yuck'?" said Eve. "Do you mean me?"

"No, sweetie, not you. I mean where his mouth is."

"Gay?"

"Yes."

"So eating pussy is more disgusting than tonguing a guy's asshole?"

"Alright, point taken. You say po-tay-to..."

"...and you say po-tah-to." She did a bah-dum-bum...ksssh move. "I'm Eve, by the way."

"Jeff. It's nice to meet you, even in this weird way. I'll go down to the study lounge for a while." He turned toward the door.

"It's alright," she said with a faux French accent. "We've done ze difficult bit."

Jeff turned back and scrunched his eyebrows. Cautiously, he said, "and where's the claret?"

"Eet's in ze sideboard--in la salle à manger."

Jeff grinned. "Impressive. I like a woman who knows her Python. Will we be seeing you around here again?" He looked inquiringly at her and then at Giovan, who had been following their exchange with mystification. He shrugged.

Eve said, "I'll get your number from my fucktoy and we'll have a drink tomorrow."

Jeff grinned again. "Sounds good. See you around." They heard the door being locked after he went out.

Eve looked down at Gio. "Come up here, you."

Giovan crawled up her body, kissing her lower belly, her navel, her breasts, and her neck on his way up. Their mouths came together in a deep kiss. After they parted Eve said, "we taste good together."

"I think we fuck good together."

She smiled, then said, "yeah, that was really good."

* * *

Over the next few weeks their relationship continued, though they usually used Eve's room for sex since she had a single. At the same time, Eve and Jeff spent a lot of time together, becoming closer friends as they discovered more mutual interests. Gio felt a little jealous of that relationship, which was mitigated by Jeff's sexuality. But they often the three of them went out together to dance and drink, or sometimes just sit in a bar and talk.