Sharehouse Tradition on April Fools

This story is part of the Literotica April Fools Story Contest 2025.

It is entirely made up - based only on the fantasies in my head.

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Helen rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she padded into the bathroom. She yawned, closed the door, and slipped out of her pajamas. A flicker of annoyance ran through her as she eyed the dirty jocks on the floor. Last week Helen moved in with three boys - a new reality that would take some getting used to.

'Oh well, at least they're fun,' she thought, turning the taps. And she meant it. So far, the slightly messier house was well worth the trade-off for the entertaining company. Especially compared to living with her boring ex.

Helen stepped into the warm water, relaxing into it, then heard the door handle rattle.

'They'll realise I'm in here and turn right back around.'

Through the water running over her face though, she saw a darkly-clad figure dash toward her, thrusting something at her.

Helen screamed. The sound echoed loudly off the tiles around them.

"Oh my gawd- I THOUGHT YOU WERE Chris!" Grant yanked the hockey mask off his face, only to look her over in shock and then slap his hand over his eyes.

"You asshole!" Helen's voice came out as a shrill shriek, as Grant started blindly backing up, arm flailing behind him as he searched for the door.

"I'm so sorry! Here - delete it!" He threw his phone onto the tiles and slammed the door behind him. A moment passed, and Helen couldn't help but laugh at Grant's reaction. She did snatch his phone off the floor before it locked though. Ignoring the water streaming off her, she played the video.

"April Fools Day is finally here!" Grant snickered. He held a plastic knife in front of him as he walked up the hall towards the bathroom.

"Helen's at work, and Jimmy's still asleep. Chris however, is up. And is therefore our first victim. We're gonna start easy on him today. We're doing it old school."

Helen watched him open the bathroom door and rush at her naked form. Seeing the shock on her face, she pauses the video just before her scream. She didn't need to hurt her ears like that again. Helen had to admit though, she looked damned sexy. Her workouts had been paying off more than she realised, and the bronze evidence of her recent beach getaway was eye-catching. Especially where her tan stopped only an inch from her nipples, framing them nicely in a pale little triangle of skin. Helen decided the micro-bikini she'd bought for the trip had been a brilliant investment.

'Don't want him deciding to keep this later,' she mutters. Grant was just a man, after all. And she was a woman, naked on his phone. Helen hesitates, then forwards the video to herself before hitting delete. Helen admired herself in the mirror, water still dripping off her. Hard, pebbled nipples stood proudly in their frame of pale skin. She ran a finger over one lightly, admiring the dark shade of pink. A syrupy warmth started to spread through her. Helen missed her tits as soon as she wrapped them in the towel.

She was surprised she didn't feel more embarrassed by the situation with Grant. If she was being honest, it was actually a little exhilarating. April Fool's pranks were a household tradition for the boys, they had excitedly warned her as soon as she said she wanted to move in.

"If you don't want to partake, you'd better stay away from the house and the yard between 12.01am and 11.59pm on 1 April," Chris had explained.

"Some pranks are set up around the house and aren't aimed at one person, so we can't avoid you." Helen had never been involved in many pranks, but she'd decided it was exactly the kind of distraction she needed right now. Granted, she had thought she'd be at work for most of the day. She was slightly more apprehensive now that her schedule had changed and she was home, but still excited. Until she got back to her room.

Her fucking underwear were gone. And her bras.

Helen sighs loudly, slamming the drawer shut. Dropping her towel, she pulls a t-shirt straight over her bare breasts. The shirt was thin but loose - hopefully hiding her lack of bra. Looking at her options for bottoms she hesitated. It was stinking hot this week. Helen had been working since she moved in and hadn't had time to unpack. Her only options now were her dirty work pants, a mini skirt, and a thin pair of pajama shorts. With another sigh, Helen reached for the shorts and pulled them on. The cotton was white and very thin, and they were so short they rode up her ass a bit without any underwear on - but they were better than a mini-skirt with no panties so they would have to do.

"Maybe after breakfast I'll try find some more clothes amongst the chaos inside my car." Helen cringed internally as she thought about the piles of boxes and bags still waiting to be unpacked.

Heading to the kitchen, Helen slides some bread into the toaster and glances at the clock. It was almost 9am, she had plenty of time to get some unpacking done today. Opening the fridge, she grabs the communal orange juice and pours herself a glass. She was halfway through it when the power went out.

Helen yelped, startled by the sudden pitch into darkness, as well as the loud pop of her toast. She felt it. It wasn't quite ready but it would have to do. Foul exclamations came from one of the bedrooms, and Helen smiled despite herself.

She was leaning with her elbows on the counter, finishing her breakfast when James appeared.

"Morning!" She chirped brightly, trying to show a good attitude about the pranks. James looked at her - or, at least Helen thought he did. It was hard to tell in this lighting.

"Good morning," he grumbled, grabbing a banana. His hair was damp and he must have already eaten breakfast, so he'd probably been up a while - which was unusual for him at this time. Helen wondered if it was because he was nervous about the pranks.

'Or maybe he was up early setting up his pranks!' She thought with a thrill, wondering what he had planned.

"Are your underwear gone too?" James asked lightly. Helen shifted uncomfortably at the question, feeling her bare pussy lips brush against the fabric of her shorts as she did.

"Yes," she admits reluctantly. The thought of James knowing she was naked except for this shirt and shorts excited her - which was unexpected. James and Helen were friends with benefits back in college. Fuckbuddies. For a long time, they were fucking at least once a week. But that was years ago - they'd been friends for almost longer than they were fucking now. When Helen broke up with her boyfriend and needed a room unexpectedly, James happened to have one available in his sharehouse. They were completely platonic - James had just started seeing someone from his soccer team and Helen had a boyfriend until very recently. Which is why she was surprised by how excited she was getting from the thought of James knowing her pussy was bare.

'Maybe I'm more of an exhibitionist than I realised,' she thought. Her ex was pretty vanilla, so if there was ever a time to start being more sexually explorative, it was now!

"That was Tom, he does it every year."

"How original," Helen drawls.

"I went out of the way to hide mine this year and he still found them!" James turns back around, taking a bite. Helen's eyes drop to the crotch of his grey sweatpants before she can catch herself. She hoped he couldn't see her eyes that closely in this dark.

"I'm a little nervous about what pranks there might be today," Helen admits. "Have you had any others so far?" There was a long moment of silence before James's confession.

"Someone blocked all my porn sites." A bark of laughter escapes Helen's lips, followed by giggles.

"Well, all porn sites. They did a bloody good job of it too - I still can't undo it. I'm almost impressed."

Helen wasn't surprised James admitted this to her - they had a close friendship and talked about pretty much everything. She realised that must mean he'd already tried to wank this morning - unsuccessfully. That knowledge stirred the syrupy warmth inside her.

"I take it that one wasn't you?" James continues. She laughs again.

"No. Definitely not me. Not sure I'd be brave enough to even look at your internet browser." She teases, wondering internally what kind of porn he was into. Their sex back in college was hot and intimate, but pretty run-of-the-mill. She wondered if he'd been exploring more since then, and felt another thrill of excitement run through her. Her lips were starting to get slick with her dampness, a feeling that only turned her on more.

'What's getting into me this morning?' she wondered.

"Should I be worried about your pranks?" Helen queries him.

"I'm not giving anything away." She could hear, more than see, the cheeky smile on James's face as he said it. That alone was enough to send a tingle down to her core.

James watches Helen gather her dishes and eyes the empty juice glass warily. He suspected there may have been a second part to the porn prank played on him. He was feeling especially horny this morning and had begun to wonder if the boys had slipped something into his breakfast to make sure he was extra randy. But James couldn't confirm it yet. If they had, he hoped it wasn't in the juice.

'Unless that could work out in my favour....' he thought, watching Helen squat down to load the dishwasher. Her shorts rode up her ass so much he could see the two perfect globes. His cock twitched. James had meant it when she moved in and they'd agreed to stay platonic, but god - he'd forgotten how attractive she was. Even seeing her walk around in her towel or pajamas this week had started to make him horny. He'd been masturbating twice as much since Helen moved in.

The doorbell rings, breaking James from his stupor. Helen pops up excitedly.

"Oh, I hope that's my package!" She claps her hands together and starts skipping towards the front door. With the light behind her, James was too captivated by her bouncing tits to see what she was headed for. Helen didn't see the cling-wrap stretched between the door frame either and bounced off it with force. One second she was skipping, the next she was on her back.

"Oh fuck, are you ok!?" He rushes over.

"Ow." Helen says from the floor.

"Come on," James helps her up and onto the couch. Even the brush of her skin on his felt electric and James gritted his teeth as he tried to ignore it.

"I'm fine," she sighs. Closer to the window, they could now see each other's eyes properly. They froze, staring at each other, both feeling the heat where their skin touched and acutely aware of their lack of underwear. Without thinking, James ran a finger lightly over Helen's shoulder. That small touch was enough to make her eyes drift shut and her mouth fall open a little. Which was enough to make his dick grow hard.

"I need to find a torch!" Helen bursts out suddenly, sitting up. James lets her go, standing and moving as if to follow her though he doesn't know why. Maybe he's running away from the moment too. Heading towards the storage cupboard in the far hallway, they both step off the rug and immediately lose their footing.

"Wha-!" James falls first. Whatever slippery mess was all over the tiled floor sent him backward onto the rug. Helen wasn't much better, she crashed down on top of him. James's first thought was 'Ow.' His second thought was 'Oh!'

Helen looked down in surprise at where her pussy met his hard dick. Her hand pressed against his torso where she caught herself with it, and with one of her legs splayed out from slipping in the goo, her weight was pressing down on him, grinding her incredible hot core against his. Her shorts gave little protection, and though his sweats did, the lack of underwear meant his dick was barely constrained. James froze, terrified that Halen would be furious with him, but something amazing happened.

Helen moved her hips a little, sliding her pussy further along his dick in a delicious way. Then she tipped her head back in pleasure. James dick jerked, his hips thrusting up slightly of their own accord, pushing harder against her. Wanting to give her more pleasure. He could have sworn he felt a small damp patch on her shorts, even through his pants.

"Oh god!" Helen says, jumping up and scurrying away. James felt acutely the sudden loss of heat from where their hips were connected. He lay there for a moment, trying to catch his breath.

"Fuck!" He whispered, not sure if he was disappointed, relieved, or embarrassed. But he did know he was frustrated. He really needed to wank. Fuck the porn - his imagination was providing some very vivid scenes right now.

In the hallway, Helen yanks the closet open.

"Yes!" she exclaims, immediately eyeing a large torch in the middle of the shelf. She grabs it, hears a click, and suddenly feels her whole body jerked sideways.

Helen had walked into a booby trap. Her hands had been trapped in a thin rope when she reached for the torch. Then she'd been reeled like a fish sideways into the clothes rack, where the rope was somehow connected to a giant fishing reel. When it reeled her in, Helen's foot had slipped from where it held the door open. It swung close, pitching her into complete darkness and she stood flabbergasted at what had just happened. She swore loudly and colourfully.

"This was not what I signed up for!" Helen pulled uselessly at the rope, but she was leaning awkwardly over a pile of boxes and couldn't get any traction. Her head was almost touching the wall of the closet, enveloped by musty suits and winter coats.

A minute later, the closet door opened and Helen heard a sharp intake of breath.

"Help! I'm stuck!" Helen wiggled to prove her point, realising too late the movement would just shake her ass at whichever boy was behind her right now. The door swung close again.

"Fuck!" Helen swore into the darkness. She must have scared him off.

'It can't have been James then,' she thought. 'He's seen me naked too many times to be scared off by this, surely.'

A hand pressed against her. Helen gasped loudly in the darkness. It sat firmly on her ass cheeks, fingers spreading down and pressing into her pussy. The boy hadn't left. He'd come in.

She opened her mouth to tell whoever it was to cut it out when the hand started rubbing up and down her slit. Instead of a protest, a moan slipped out of her mouth. She could feel everything through these thin shorts and was overcome for a moment as she felt her pussy flood with her wetness. The smell of her arousal started to fill the small space.

There was movement, and then Helen could feel air against her bare pussy and ass. She felt her shorts drop to her ankles. She was now naked from the waist down, trapped and exposed to one of her housemates.

"Hey! Stop it!" She gasped as the hand found her pussy again, feeling hot against her skin as the fingers felt their way up her slit. Finding her immense wetness, the boy behind her groaned.

"No, please -" Helen moaned as the finger found her clit, rubbing it in light little circles that made her legs tremble and nearly sent her over the edge.

'God fucking damn it, why does that have to feel so good?' She thought, trying to organise her thoughts.

'Safeword!' A memory popped into her head. 'The boys made a safeword that stops the pranks!' They had mentioned it to her at some point - what was it??

"Um... Green...elephant?" Her voice was breathy, desperate. The finger didn't stop - in fact, it started rubbing faster circles. As if to distract her. Or at least, that's how it felt to Helen since she could barely form a thought with that finger burning against her clit.

"Pink...plant? Pink panther?" She gasped, knowing the words leaving her mouth were not the safeword. Damn it, if she could just focus...

The finger left her clit, and Helen had to bite down on a moan of disappointment. Until she felt the finger enter her. The moan slipped free, throaty and imploring. Despite it only being a finger, and not a cock, she felt the long length of it slide into her until it brushed against her deepest point. She felt her eyes roll back into her head.

"Please," Helen groaned, forgetting the safe work, forgetting everything. They knew she was saying please stop right?...wasn't she? The finger drew back, then thrust into her again. He started fucking her with it, adding a second finger a few moments later. Helen felt the bubble of pleasure building inside her, growing. Her legs started to tremble.

"Please," her voice was a whisper now. "Please stop, or I'm going to..." The fingers seemed to thrust harder, and she felt powerful thighs press up behind her. A rock-hard cock rubbed against her ass, and Helen moaned wantonly. Then she felt him reach around with his other hand and start playing with her clit. It was enough to send her over the edge. Helen cried out as a powerful orgasm took hold of her.

"Good girl," a voice drawled in her ear as she came on his fingers. She couldn't recognise the voice over the blood rushing in her ears, but the praise only made Helen come harder. The orgasm felt like it went on forever, the fingers never slowing down. When it was over she slumped against the boxes, panting. The fingers continued to rub inside her and around her clit.

Helen jerked hard against the hands, loving the fiery burn but also wanting it to stop because of the intensity, but he persisted. She felt suddenly, unexpectedly, her need start to rise again. Her hips started rocking unconsciously against his hand, then there was a rustle of clothing.

The hot head of a thick cock was at her entrance. Helen jerked in surprise, which only pushed it into her wet folders. He pushed forward slowly, sliding the member along her soaking slit to rub against her clit, and groaned again. He slid back and forth, and Helen felt her hips pushing back, wanting the attention on her clit. As he rocked against her, hitting her clit over and over with his thick cock, Helen felt another orgasm rising.

His hips moved, and the next time Helen pushed back, the head of his cock sank into her. She gasped. Whoever was inside her just sat there a moment. Helen couldn't believe there was a man inside her right now. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd been fucked - their sex life had been on the rocks for a while before she left her ex. The long dry period leading up to now only made this cock sinking into her more gratifying. Her pussy grasped it like it might be the last cock she ever felt.

He moved, pushing forward into Helen, pressing her harder into the boxes. The moment seemed to stretch out, as did the walls of her pussy. It felt like an eternity of cock sinking into her before he was finally at the hilt. Helen couldn't remember being stretched like this before.

"How big was James again?" She tried to remember but as the cock pulled back and thrust into her again, Helen couldn't focus on anything but the fire building inside her lower belly.

He stopped holding back. The boy drove into her, again and again, grunting as Helen's cries grew louder. The skin was slick with sweat, and the room smelled like male sweat and pussy. Helen breathed in deeply, the smell and the grunting only turning her on more. Her legs began to shake again. Helen felt the boxes beneath her start to crumple as he fucked her tightening pussy harder.

"Oh fuck meee!" she cried, losing all care for how she got into this scenario as her body shook and she lost herself in an overpowering orgasm. Her body bucked fiercely, but he didn't give her one inch. He held Helen down and pumped his hot cum into her with a groan.

The sounds of panting filled the air. Helen was floating, and couldn't find the energy to move her limbs. The guy leaned against Helen, pressing his lips to her back. Then he slowly pulled out, leaving her empty with his cum running down her leg. Clothes rustled, and Helen's shorts were quickly pulled back up her legs.