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  An Egg in the Nest

  By Matthew Lee

  I'd fallen asleep on the couch, again, when I heard our apartment door creak open. Brian, my roommate, was slinking in with yet another hot college girl and trying not to wake me. I heard the door click and their whispered laughing and I opened my eyes to slits.

  She actually wore a cheerleader's uniform and I remembered he had gone to the football game. Normally I'd wonder how a nerdy guy working on a technologies degree could score a cheerleader but this was Brian, and no doubt word had spread.

  Brian was tall and handsome in a geeky Clark Kent kind of way. We'd been roommates for three years. To help with stress he worked out often and his lean and muscular body was proof of his dedication. But there were tons of muscular guys at this college and word doesn't spread about yet another buff guy on campus. There were tons of guys taller, more fit, and more handsome. But word does spread when that guy also has an especially large cock.

  When we first met our freshman year, Brian was painfully shy. I'm no social-butterfly but I was able to get him involved in a few clubs and after class activities. Once they got to know him, people liked Brian more than me. It took him all year to land his first girlfriend and she only lasted three months, but she must have blabbed to her girlfriends because after her, girls were practically throwing themselves at Brian. I was happy for him. No girls for me but that was okay; I am a very serious student.

  Little miss cheerleader could not wait. Brian was shooting the deadbolt when she dropped to her knees. Either she had not spotted me on the couch in the dark or she didn't care. Brian tried to stop her for about half a second and then he just leaned back. Down went his zipper and Cheerleader fished around inside his pants.

  “Jesus, Kandy,” Brian whispered. “Can't you wait for the bedroom?”

  She was pretty; long blond hair and big tits. Even in the dim light her bubble butt was obvious. Her short skirt showed off her strong legs beautifully. I wondered what football player Brian had stolen her from.

  As soon as her hand found his cock, she smiled. Her perfect white teeth almost glowed. “Holy shit, Brian,” she laughed, tugging him out through the opening. “Cindy was telling the truth.”

  Bingo; I knew word had gotten around.

  Kandy maneuvered Brian's dick until it hung down the front of his pants. I'd seen it a million times around our small apartment, just like he'd seen mine. But mine wasn't noteworthy and his most definitely was. I'd seen him hard a few times when I had to sneak into his room in the morning while he still slept. The parking around our shitty flat is horrible so we often need to swap cars or parking spots.

  With the bed covers kicked off I saw he was twice my length and probably double my girth, maybe even a little more. We are both circumcised but his balls are huge and mine are not. I've seen a little porn and he easily is as big as any of those guys and I'd say bigger than most.

  Kandy leaned back on her heels and gawked at it. His cock started to grow. She laughed and then covered her mouth.

  “I fucking love big dicks,” she whispered hoarsely. “But they are so hard to find...”

  She opened her mouth and dipped it down and under, capturing the head. I hated Brian a little at that moment. A goddamn college cheerleader sucking his dick and he'd said and done nothing to get her to do it. She came to him. She tracked him down. Fucker.

  Actually, I was happy for him. I was envious, not jealous.

  Slurping sounds filled our apartment, followed by Brian moaning softly. I watched Kandy the Cheerleader suck that big cock and felt my penis get hard. She unbuckled his pants and pulled them down and Brian pulled his T-shirt off over his head. He stepped back out of his pants long enough for Kandy to strip and my heart hammered; she was fucking amazing. What a body. I'm an ass and legs man and she was world class, but her tits were insane too. Add to that her long blond hair and gorgeous model face and in seconds I was dying to jack off watching her.

  She told the truth about loving big dicks. Porn-stars don't suck dick as well as she. Kandy traced every vein with the tip of her tongue and then painted the shaft in tongue-wide strokes. She sucked his balls one at a time and then wriggled the tip of her tongue into his cum-hole at the tip. As talented as she was she only took the first few inches. He was simple too thick. I know it frustrated her and him but she did her best.

  “Your sperm tastes good,” she whispered before opening wide and taking a third of his cock into her mouth. Her cheeks dented as she sucked hard, trying to pull the cum up from his nuts. Her hand joined her mouth and her head began to bob. Soon Brian was completely erect and holy fuck was he big. Big.

  He let her work on him and leaned over to play with her tits. Glorious. He ran his hand down her smooth back and cupped her ass. Heavenly. His fingers disappeared behind her and she moaned and I knew he had slipped them inside her pussy. My dick was a diamond.

  “Stop,” he said. “Let's go to my room.”

  In response Kandy turned away and got on all fours. She laid the side of her face on the carpet and dipped her back, lifting her pussy high into the air and into Brian's face. His eyes got big and he grabbed both ass cheeks, spreading her open. His big dick curved up and he lowered his hips to line up with her slit. It took him a few tries but the head found her wet slit and they both groaned when he pushed it in.

  They were mostly turned away from me so I risked some movement. My fingers wrapped around my penis as I watched Brian's huge cock fill Kandy's pussy again and again, each time pushing it a little deeper. She had stuffed her long hair into her mouth to keep quiet. Eventually Brian got balls-deep in her and that was a sight to see; his large scrotum covered her pussy from clit to asshole. I was amazed her petite body could take that much dick. He must have been poking her lungs.

  They fucked as silently as possible. I saw Kandy orgasm and it was beautiful. When he got close she hissed a warning about no birth control so he pulled out and she spun around and captured the tip of his cock in her mouth. He clamped his jaw and grit his teeth. She stroked the shaft as he came and came, gulping down his salty load. I was as surprised as she at the incredible volume of semen. He just kept pumping it out. She gulped and swallowed as his huge balls rose and fell until she finally drained the last drop. She licked her lips and chuckled.

  “Fucking Hell, Brian, that's a lot of cum. You would have gotten me pregnant for sure.”

  Brian was only half listening. His world was still spinning. They rolled onto their backs right there on the rug and caught their breath. After a while Kandy lifted her phone.

  “Oh shit! It's late. I have to meet my boyfriend. Thanks!”

  She stood and dressed and let herself out. Brian waited a while and then gathered his things, looked over at me to make sure I was still sleeping, and then staggered off to his bedroom.

  With him gone I was finally able to really jack off and I did, shooting cum like crazy while imagining hot and sexy Kandy on her knees, that big dick slipping and sliding in and out of her mouth.

  Next weekend he brought home a new girl, Sara. Sara was a pretty brunette and friends with Kandy. I was studying at the kitchen table when they entered and after quick hellos, the two of them zipped off to his room. In minutes I heard Sara moaning. I studied another five minutes before I realized I could see into Brian's room from the fire-escape. I debated, because it was creepy, but Sara was too cute.

  Outside in the dark I had a perfect view. Both had stripped and Sara rode him with her small tits bouncing and her brown hair flying. His window was partially open and I heard her urging him on, telling him how much she loved his big cock. She pinched her nipples and lost her mind as his meaty spear penetrated her over and over. She came on top and then ordered him to fill her with
cum. Brian was a little intimidated but did as he was told.

  My school year passed with more of the same. Almost every weekend and often on week nights, Brian brought a new guest home. Girls of every shape, size and color walked through our door. I had enough masturbatory material for a life-time.

  He became more confident. Within a few months he was the one in charge and soon after that he was actually bossy. The girls loved it. I saw him drag a few girls to their knees by their hair and force his cock into their mouths. They protested, at first, but once each started sucking they went wild. Some really got into being forced. Brian was becoming a master cocks-man right in front of me.

  We talked about my lack of sex life but honestly, I just wasn't as smart as he. I needed to study. Brian got passing grades without really trying. He tried to get me laid a few times, even offering to share me with some of his dates, but I declined. I was saving my virginity for someone special.

  I met her July seventh at lunch time. I was studying in the cafeteria and a stunning brunette with long straight hair sat a table away. She was an incredible distraction. The last five weeks had been brutally hot and everyone wore light clothing. I was in a T-shirt and khakis. She entered wearing short shorts and a white crop-top and a back-pack heavy with books. Her big hazel eyes paralyzed me as she said hello. I said hi back and she stuck out her hand.

  “Teresa.”

  “Nice to meet you, Teresa,” I mumbled. “Brad.”

  “Nice to meet you, Brad.”

  I had no idea what to say next so I dropped my eyes back down to my book. Mostly. Over the top I kept stealing glances at Teresa's hot little body. Her bubble butt stuck out as much in back as her big round tits did in front.

  The place was deserted because of the holiday so I was able to ogle her constantly. She sat facing the window and I happened to be facing her so I was able to take my time and not get caught. At one point she leaned forward on her arms and her top pulled away. Magnificent curves of side and under-boob greeted my probing eye. Her flawless skin looked warm.

  She shifted in her chair and I saw the title of the book she studied and it was a class I'd taken last year. I considered a million ways to mention it to her but rejected all of them.

  “Have you read this book?” she asked.

  I blushed. She'd caught me looking.

  “Yes,” I forced out. “Last year. Professor Seeland. Good class.”

  “I have him this year. What grade did you get?”

  I blushed harder. “An A.”

  Her beautiful face contorted. “How? For God's sake, I kill myself over this stupid class. How did you get an A?”

  “Um...”

  “I'm not stupid,” she protested, “so don't even suggest it.”

  “No! No, that's not what I was thinking at all. I would never say that about you. You have sparkling, intelligent eyes.”

  I was nervous, talking fast, and she was chuckling. I was blushing furiously now. “I just get this stuff. It's easy to me. I don't know why.” My face was bright red. “That sounded like bragging. I'm not bragging. I'm going to shut up now.”

  “I was teasing,” she offered.

  I looked back down at my book.

  “May I ask you a few questions? Do you mind?” she said.

  It was the start of our relationship. I helped her study two hours that day and she aced the next quiz. We bumped into each other at the cafeteria again a few days later and she was very excited. She gave me her phone number and asked if I would tutor her. She offered to pay me. I shut my brain off and just said yes.

  Four nights a week I met her at the library and taught her physics. She said something about the way I expressed things made it easier to grasp. I expressed the concepts visually. All I know is for four days every week I was in Heaven. Her hazel eyes swallowed me. Her voice was music and her face angelic. I tried not to look at her amazing body because I was terrified she'd catch me. As we became more comfortable around each other our conversation meandered and before long we were discussing some pretty personal thoughts and feelings. She was actually fairly brilliant but, like so many, struggled with the counter-intuitive aspects of physics. I learned as much from her as she got from me.

  She'd recently ended a relationship with a guy she had been dating since high school and he had put her through an emotional-ringer. She claimed she was done with men for a while. Not the news I was hoping to hear but I loved just having her around. I was content.

  Saturday night Brian brought Kandy back to our apartment. I was in my room with the door closed when I heard their voices. I waited for them to enter Brian's room and shut his door and I headed for the fire escape.

  Kandy looked better than ever. She must have just come from a party because she wore a little black dress and stiletto heels. As I watched, she tugged the dress off her shoulders and down, stepping out of it. Underneath she wore no panties or bra and in this better lighting I noticed her delicate pussy was bald.

  Brian pounced on her, throwing her petite body on the bed and burying his face in her cunt. She squealed with laughter. He ate her until she came and then stood and stripped. Beneath his twelve-pack hung that beefy cock and Kandy's mouth watered. He teased her with it until she punched his thigh and whined, and then he eased his hips forward and fed her his cock. She clearly loved sucking dick. I watched for a while, until she came two more times, and then I headed for the kitchen and a snack. I had jack-off material for tonight. Kandy was smoking hot and knew it.

  In the dark kitchen I had thrown together a PB&J when Brian's door quietly opened and Kandy slipped through, nude. She didn't notice me but glanced at my closed bedroom door and then tip-toed across the living room carpet. When she finally looked up she saw me and after a moment of shock, started laughing.

  “So much for sneaky,” she giggled, using her arms in a failed attempt to shield her nipples and pussy. I stared. I could not stop myself. I devoured her perfect body and gorgeous face like a starving man. She was stunning. She stopped giggling and studied my face. I don’t know what my expression was but she loved the way I was looking at her. She smiled.

  “I think that's the nicest, sincerest compliment anyone's ever given me, and you didn't speak a word,” she murmured.

  She slowly let her arms drop to her sides, revealing herself to me completely. She was glorious. The cool air had her nipples hard as rocks. Her hair was a tousled mess. The longer I looked, the more erect I grew inside my baggy shorts. Of course she noticed. She looked down at my tented trunks and then back up to my eyes.

  “Okay, maybe that is the nicest compliment,” she joked.

  I blushed, mumbled “Sorry”, and tried to walk past her. She stepped in front, and, taking my hand by the wrist, lifted my sandwich and took a big bite, her eyes never leaving mine. She stepped aside. I was hard as iron.

  I went to my room, glancing back as I shut the door. She was reaching into our refrigerator for two beers and the light shone between her legs illuminating her hairless gap and smooth labia, and I knew she knew I was watching.

  I closed the door and locked it and came after less than a minute of stroking. What a girl. For hours afterward I heard them in Brian's room, fucking. I liked to imagine my encounter with her had fed her sexual fire and Brian was the beneficiary of her elevated lust.

  I reached for my phone to check football scores and noticed Teresa had sent me a text. She wondered what I was up to and would I like to grab a beer. The text was now four hours old. Fuck. I checked the time and debated if ten o'clock on a Saturday night was too late to text back. I finally decided I'd respond with an apology about how late it was. She answered quickly that she was up anyway. We agreed on the pizza place by the basketball courts.

  When I walked in she was already there. We ordered and talked and sipped beer and munched pepperoni pizza. I swear with each passing minute I was more in love with her. We played darts, which she won, and watched some football highlights. When one of the waitresses bent over at the
table next to ours and I couldn't help but glance at her firm butt, Teresa raised her eyebrows at me.

  “You should try to get that,” she said, jerking her head at the lovely ass just a few feet away. I laughed.

  “I could never get that,” I replied, “and if I somehow did, I wouldn't know what to do with it. Besides, I want my first time to matter.”

  Her jaw dropped open. She closed it. It dropped open again. She closed it.

  “Are you saying you're a virgin?”

  Of course I blushed yet again. I stared into my drink.

  “Amazing,” was all she said. Uncomfortable silence descended on us. I expected her to call it a night any second and was not surprised at all when she did. I dropped money on the table and slipped on my sweatshirt.

  “I'll walk you home,” I offered.

  “I'm not going home.”

  “Oh. Okay. I'll see you at the library tomorrow night then?”

  “No.”

  Now I was confused. Could she not be friends with a virgin? Was she offended I'd looked at the waitress’s butt? I waited for her to say something.

  “I'm coming home with you.”

  Boom. I instantly knew what she was saying and rejected it just as fast. She was breath-taking. Her body was flawless. She is intelligent and gorgeous and experienced. No way would she want me. I had to have it wrong. The vision of her that first day appeared in my mind and I remembered the gentle curve of her under-boob. My mouth went dry.

  “What?” I stuttered. Not smooth.

  “Take me home with you,” she said and stepped right up to me. “Can I spend the night? You like me, don't you?”

  I gazed down into the most beautiful eyes on earth.

  I made my mouth work. “So very much,” was all I could manage.

  She smiled and took my hand. “I feel the same way.”

  She picked up her purse and slid up under my arm. Like a zombie I aimed us for the door. I was in shock.

  I have no memory of the walk home. All I do remember was wracking my brain for how clean our apartment was and if my room was a mess.