First Encounter
Allen stumbled towards the kitchen, either unsteady on his new legs or just a bit weak after the incredibly hard orgasm he'd just had. His belly rumbled and he ran his hand over it, enjoying the smooth feel of Jen's cute little tummy as he always had - just, suddenly, a lot more intimately now after... whatever it was that was happening had happened.
First things first, though - breakfast! He grabbed a glass out of the dish rack, tugged open the fridge, poured himself a glass of milk, and chugged it down where he stood. He drank so fast that dribbles of milk leaked from the corners of his mouth and ran down his neck and across his boobs. He was so thirsty that he didn't care,...until the cold milk hit his nipples and he shivered as they popped erect. Focus, Allen.
There were eggs in the fridge but he was too hungry to take the time to cook. He wolfed down a container of yoghurt and a banana. As he turned around after throwing away the peel, Allen gave out a yelp of alarm at seeing Susan standing in the kitchen doorway.
"Damn, girl," Susan said, eyeing Jen's naked body up and down. Allen had no idea about house etiquette between the roommates, but Susan seemed unsurprised to see him naked. She seemed, if anything, a little aroused. He knew that Susan liked girls. Had Jen...? No: focus.
"Hi, sorry! I was just so fucking hungry," he offered by way of excusing his nakedness.
"No doubt," Susan smirked, "after that marathon masturbation session. Fuck, girl! You made me fucking horny just listening!"
"Oh. Sorry. I didn't realize..." He was about to add 'that you were home', but caught himself in time. "You heard," he asks, shyly.
"Sweetie, the whole neighborhood must have heard. You were really going at it."
"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me all of a sudden, I just..."
"Don't apologize, Hon! It was hot! What got you going like that?"
"I just got really horny all of a sudden," he offers, ending it so it sounded like a question.
"Well," she says, with a chuckle, "Too bad you're not into girls or I'd have loved to have helped you out with that one, Chika,"
"Oh, but..." he starts, then catches himself.
"But what?" Concern, curiosity, interest vie across Susan's elfin features. Then, "Don't tell me you're into pussy now," she tut tuts, half joking; maybe half hoping, too.
Allen says nothing for a long moment as he thinks about it and watches a whole bunch of thoughts cross her face.
"Jen?...," she prompts, "Are you okay, Sweetie?."
Allen realizes that what he's thinking to say is perfectly true. He is into pussy. Totally. What if... Fuck it, he thinks, and says, "I think about pussy all the time! I just..."
"Oh, Sweetie," Susan pouts and bites her lip and then takes a stuttering step forward and then another to throw her arms around him in a sisterly hug. His nipples tingle as they run against the front of her loose blouse and he feels the heat and swell of her yummy tits underneath.
"How long have you known," she asks, her voice soft and her breath warm against his neck.
"I....," he stammers and she pulls back, giving him an encouraging look as she rubs his upper arms softly in her hot hands. "I guess I've always known," he confesses, truthfully, knowing that if he's not already dead, then he's probably going to hell for what he suspects he's about to do - what he admits now he's already started doing.
"Have you...," Susan starts, " have you ever..." She let's the unspoken question out.
Allen shakes his head slightly and feels the hair washing across his neck and shoulders. "I mean, I always think..." he starts, trailing off, then, "I just... I guess I just never know what to say and I..." he gives her a baleful look.
"Oh. Oh, Sweetie," Susan says. She steps back to give her roommate space. But her nipples are now poking through the front of her blouse. Allen feels his pussy tingle at the sight and then realizes he's staring. He flicks his eyes up to Susan's and sees she's realized that he's staring. He lets his gaze drop back to her perky nipples. He licks Jen's plump, full lips coyly.
Susan draws in a shuddering breath. "Have you ever..." She lifts one hand slowly to cup her breast through the fabric and rubs her thumb sultrily across her hard nipple. "Have you ever thought about... me?" The last word comes out as a husky whisper.
Allen bites Jen's lip coyly, staring straight into Susan's eyes. Fuck he thinks, this is true, too! He nods, just slightly, shyly, trying on a wistful half smile.
"Well, then!" Susan holds his gaze. She thumbs her nipple sluttily through her blouse, then slides her hand to the top button. "Would you like to... explore these thoughts some more?" Susan boldly undoes her top button, exposing delicious cleavage. Allen slides his eyes unashamedly up and down Susan's hot body, then fixes her with his gaze. He bites his lip and nods at her.
Susan exhales in what's almost a gasp. Slowly, she undoes the buttons of her blouse and then tugs the hem out of her waistband. Allen slides one hand to his mons, watching her intently. Susan tugs the fabric away, exposing her delicious breasts, capped with hard, upturned nipples. She lets the blouse fall to the kitchen floor and cups her breasts seductively.
Allen reaches out one hand, moving towards Susan's left breast. She catches his wrist in her hand and tugs his palm against her naked breast as if she's afraid he'll chicken out at the last minute. Susan sighs as she feels his hand eagerly grasp and explore her breast meat and the hard, thick nipple on top. She lets out a sigh and steps closer to him, her opposite hand rising to cup his own heavy, taut-nippled breast.
Allen shudders and let's out an honestly thrilled gasp as Susan lifts his breast and runs her thumb over his hard, crinkly nipple. He feels himself moistening again in earnest. Susan's other hand brushes his shoulder lightly, fingertips tickling and sending tingly ripples down into his pussy.
She gently cups the back of his neck and leans in slowly and steadily, eyes locked on his, until her full, sweet lips brush Jen's. They nuzzle, lips to lips for a long, tender moment and then... Susan's hungry tongue explodes into Jen's mouth and Allen thinks as their tongues struggle against one another, it's official: He's cheating on Jen. But, like, with Jen, so, is he cheating on Jen or cheating on himself with Jen?
The nuances all go out the window as he feels Susan's hand fall from his breast and her fingertips glide slowly, determined, across his tummy, aiming for his now very, very wet cunt...
Adventures on the Other Side
Allen threw his head back, exposing his neck to Susan's warm mouth "Oh, fuck! Susan," Allen breathed, hearing Jen's voice come out of his mouth, dusky with arousal. Susan pressed her lips to his and her hot tongue darted between to wrestle wetly with his.
Susan's fingertips spread across Jen's - his furred mons, fingertips trailing through his thick, blond bush and sending hot chills all through his tummy. They reconvened at the hood of his throbbing clit, making him gasp and moan deep in his throat.
Allen moaned into her mouth and wrapped both hands around her hot asscheeks, gripping them tight through the thin material of her pyjama bottoms as her fingers spread his moist cuntlips, sending delicious warm chills racing through his thighs and up his spine. He slid his mouth to the side and pressed his cheek against Susan's and breathed, "Fuck! You're making me so fucking wet! Fuck, Susan!"
Susan purred and slid her fingers between Allen's steamy lips, fingertips rubbing at his entrance, teasing. "Fuck! Oh fuck that feels so fucking good, Baby!" The sound of Jen's voice breathing hot, naughty sex talk had always made Allen's cock hard. Now it made his clit throb and his pussy hungry. "Please! I need it so bad, Baby," he breathed into Susan's neck. "Fuck me! Make me cum!"
With a throaty growl, Susan pushed him back against the kitchen island and shoved two fingers deep inside his cunt, thumb stroking his hard clit. Susan grabbed him by the back of the neck, wrapping her fingers through his hair and pulled him in for a long, wet, tongue tussle as she finger fucked him slow and steady. His belly and thighs quivered and his pussy caught fire. Susan was destroying him with three fingers now, stretching him deliciously. Allen felt a powerful climax start to build deep inside. Susan sensed it too and worked her fingers furiously in his tight, wet cunt. Then all of a sudden, she stopped.
Allen whimpered.
Susan pulled her mouth away from his and stepped back, her fingers sliding out of him. She raised her fingers to her lips and sniffed, then sucked them sensuously. Allen pushed away from the island and slid his fingers into his own cunt, dredging his cuntsauce and keeping his plateau going. "You like that," he prompted, walking into Susan and pushing her backwards into the living room. Susan moaned by way of answer.
"Mmhmmm," she purred around her fingers, sliding them from her mouth with a slurp. Allen pulled his fingers out of his cunt and pressed them to Susan's lips.
"You want some more of that," he asked, still walking her backwards towards the ottoman and sofa. Susan shot him a fiery, hungry look and devoured his fingers, tongue swirling all around to slather up his pussy juices. Susan growled and moaned in her throat. "You want to eat my tasty pussy, don't you, Baby?" He teased as he pulled his fingers from her sucking lips.
"Oh, fuck yeah, I do, Girl!" Susan's eyes were smoked over with lust.
Allen spun them around, sat down on the ottoman, flung his legs in the air and grabbed his knees, spreading his hungry, dripping-wet cunt for Susan. "Come on! Come eat me," he commanded, "eat my pussy all up, Lover!"
Susan sank to her knees between Allen's legs and wasted no time spreading her mouth across his eager sex. Her tongue spread his lips, swirling and lapping him from taint to clit and back again. Allen grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her mouth against him as she slid her fingers back inside his aching cunt. "Fuck, yes! That's it! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Baby! I'm gonna cum so fucking hard for you!"
Susan moaned into his cuntlips, tongue fucking his clit furiously before settling into a hard, swirling, grinding rhythm that matched her pounding fingers perfectly and pushed Allen steadily higher and higher towards what was promising to be an explosive peak.
