Trembling with nervousness and arousal, Janet stifled a groan as she felt her lips part, and she could see Samantha was doing the same by the tense expression on her face as her tool slid slowly inside, stretching her out, entering her.
For a moment their eyes met, chests heaving as they both realized the enormity of what they were doing at this moment. Janet felt her incredulity rising even higher still, her own eyes widening, lips parting thickly, as her roommate began moving again, bearing forward, until her member was all the way in, lodged firmly inside.
Janet would never forget that moment, her best friend buried fully inside of her, filling her up completely. The way it felt, so incredibly satisfying, as though filling a need she didn't know even she had. It felt so
right
.
Then Samantha looked off to the side again self-consciously, as she drew hips back, pulling out again with tantalizing, agonizing slowness. Janet's body protested, even as it relished the sensation of her withdrawing, and it seemed like an eternity before Samantha stopped and then changed direction to begin pushing forward, filling her once more.
The pleasure was incredible. The entirety of Janet's skin felt electrified. She could feel every inch of Samantha's shaft sliding inside of her, feel the friction from the ribbing of her glans, feel the pulsing stiffness as it twitched involuntarily again. It was pure ecstasy.
But Janet was equally self-conscious, trying not to visibly show what this was doing to her. This wasn't supposed to be about sexual gratification. It was her roommate helping her, assisting her with insemination in what she thought was an attempt to increase the odds of success; so she tried her very best to stay straight-faced, to repress any sound.
Samantha continued steadfastly avoiding eye-contact, biting her bottom lip as she methodically pulled in and out, in and out, in those long, maddeningly-slow steady strokes. Janet felt the urge to grab her friend by the waist and grind her own hips up against her, make her do it harder, faster... Instead she forced herself to remain perfectly still, which only served to heighten her building frustration and the eroticism of the experience.
Samantha was not laying on top of Janet, but rather positioned upright, keeping the physical contact between them to a minimum, save for their interlocked sexual organs. Despite Samantha's own restraint, Janet could see she was getting worked up too, her nostrils flaring as she breathed more heavily, a flush creeping up the skin of her chest exposed by the low-cut nightie. Her erection was growing even stiffer, starting to grow hotter as well...
The pressure was building inside of Janet too. She had never known a moment like this, where the pleasure was so great, combined with the need to hold it in, knowing that her best friend was feeling the exact same thing at the moment, trying to contain her growing excitement, even as she rubbed herself against Janet's tight, dripping folds to make that excitement even greater, stimulating herself to bring it to a peak...
Janet fought to maintain control, despite knowing what was going to happen, that any moment her best friend was going to climax and when that happened, that huge... thing... between Samantha's legs, buried inside of her, that was going to explode and fill her up just like one of those cups in the bathroom, with all of that wet, hot, sticky semen...
Samantha was losing composure, openly panting, her strokes beginning to be punctuated by erratic hip thrusts, her member spasming with moments of rock hard, blood-bursting erection, and Janet was on the brink as well, her clit pulsing, painfully engorged.
And then Samantha suddenly squeezed her eyes tight, breath held and buried herself deep inside, up to the hilt, a grunt escaping her throat, and then hot, blazing warmth was filling up Janet's insides and she couldn't help herself -- she grabbed Samantha by her firm ass and pulled her in, orgasming hard, mouth open in a silent scream as she felt her pussy gushing.
Samantha clutched Janet by her trim waist, gripping hard, nails digging into her soft, supple skin as she stayed locked inside even as her hips pumped again and again, impossibly trying to drive herself in even deeper, bucking up against Janet as they both panted loudly, in the throes of repressed rapture, their shared orgasm lasting impossibly long.
For several long moments they were still, savoring the moment, coming down from their mind-blowing climax, trembling and twitching. When Janet at last opened her eyes, Samantha finally met her gaze again.
"Thank you," Janet breathed. In that instant, she wanted to kiss Samantha more badly than in anything in the world.
But then her roommate broke the spell, looking away as she withdrew her long, softening member with a shudder, and Janet could feel the warm gush of semen pouring out of herself, running onto the couch cushions.
"Good night, Janet." That was all Samantha said in a slurring, slightly distressed sounding voice as she abruptly stood from the couch and stumbled away towards her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
What the fuck did we just do?
Janet thought to herself as she buried two fingers inside of her cum-filled snatch and promptly passed out.
