It seemed like it was going to be another boring weekend for me. It was finals time, and I had to finish up one last paper before the end of the school year. Most of campus was empty, save for Raj, my Indian roommate, but even he wasn’t going to be around.
He was headed to a party with his friend, Manjula. Actually they were more than friends, but not quite girlfriend and boyfriend. More like “fuck buddies.” He used to tell me she was too fat to date, but he definitely wasn’t anything special. He was a pretty scrawny guy, and compared to her he looked like a ventriloquist’s dummy.
I certainly wouldn’t be as harsh as Raj and call her fat, but Manjula was pretty much as thick as you can be before reaching fat. Which certainly wasn’t so bad because she had the biggest tits I’d ever seen, and an ass to match. I wasn’t actually sure how he managed to satisfy her, because I walked in on him changing once, and his cock looked pretty small.
Raj was in the bathroom getting ready for the party when Manjula arrived, looking quite stunning I might add. Her tight outfit hugged her ample curves, and the low-cut front showed off her bountiful cleavage, of which I could not keep my eyes off. I didn’t think I was being obvious, but I knew I was when she exclaimed, “My eyes are up here.”
Damn, how embarrassing. But I think she enjoyed the attention, since Raj was pretty much the only guy she ever hung out with. “So, do you like Indian girls, or just big titties?” I was taken aback by her bluntness, and actually quite flustered. But before I could sheepishly let out an answer, Raj stepped out of the bathroom, dressed rather sharply.
“Yum,” said Manjula. “I’m definitely going to get some action tonight!” “It doesn’t sound like I’ll need to get you drunk, then,” Raj said, as he opened some tequila, “but we may as well get the party started early anyway.”
He poured me some, which I tried to refuse, but Manjula pushed the glass toward my lips anyway, and wasn’t taking no for an answer. “You are going to need to be drunk to be able to sleep through the noise we are going to make when we get back,” she said with a wink. I knew the plan was for them to stay at her place after the party, but no matter.
The thought of hearing her getting it on was a huge turn-on, and I felt my cock starting to grow in my shorts. She seemed to notice it, too, and she raised her eyebrows at me as they headed for the door.
A few hours passed, and I had finally managed to finish my paper. By this time it was about midnight, so I showered and got ready for bed. My flight home wasn’t for another two days, so I tried to end my boredom the only way I knew how: by thinking of Manjula’s beautiful tits and stroking my cock.
I managed to only get a few strokes in when I heard drunken laughter in the hallway and a key fumbling at the lock. I had just enough time to whip up my shorts, kill the lights, and dive under the covers. I’m not sure if I did it because I didn’t want to get busted in the harsh light with my bare cock standing at full attention for all to see,
or if I secretly hoped they would fool around if they thought I was sleeping, but I laid there motionless as they giggled and stumbled to Raj’s bed. “Mike,” said Raj. “Are you awake?” I kept silent as they kissed for a while and groped each other, the smell of alcohol permeating the air. They were definitely wasted, and my cock stiffened at the thought of possibly seeing Manjula naked.
It was getting hot hiding under the covers, so I managed to muster up the courage to peek out through a hole. And did I get an eyeful! Manjula was sliding down Raj’s pants, and his helmet was peeking through the fly in his boxers. Manjula laughed and stuck her hand in to retrieve his shy penis, pulling it out through the flap and gently caressing it with her tongue.
It only looked to be five or so inches, so I was interested in seeing how he was going to satisfy Manjula. She took the entire length down her throat, and by this time, my cock was about to rip through the seam of my shorts. I grew more bold and eased my shorts down to by knees and started stroking my cock, slowly at first but then at a furious pace.
Just then, Manjula paused to take a breath and quickly turned her head toward me. She just as quickly retuned to the task at hand, and started licking Raj’s balls. How she didn’t see me staring at them and jerking off, I’ll never know. Almost immediately, he let out a huge grunt and blasted cum all over her shirt.
He rolled over and let out a huge breath, which is when I heard Manjula say, “It seems like we have an audience.” Shit, I was busted! Raj would never let me hear the end of it. But just then, I heard him snoring. I guess he was so drunk that he passed out after shooting his load. “You’re not off the hook yet,” said Manjula. “I know you were looking at us the whole time.
The movement of your hand under the covers and heavy breathing were a dead giveaway.” I stayed hidden, pretending she had been mistaken. “Are you going to make me come over there and rip those covers off to expose the evidence?” she said, turning on the light. Not wanting that to happen, I eased my shorts up and walked over to her, with my still-full erection bulging out the front.
She was quite a sight, with her beautiful flowing hair tousled and streaks of Raj’s cum all over her shirt. “Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me out of this dirty outfit?” she said. At last, the moment I’d been waiting for! I helped her pull her blouse over her head, and stood there mesmerized by the giant breasts overflowing out of her bra,
the tops of her giant areola peeking out. “Do you like them?” she asked. I joked that I didn’t and that she should put her top back on. “Well, if you insist,” she said, reaching for it off the floor. “No, wait, I’m just kidding,” I screamed. “I know,” she said, laughing. “I’ve seen the way you stare at them. “And that bulge in your pants is telling me you want to see them”
I stood there nodding and grinning like an idiot, trying to say something, anything. “It seems that Raj’s cum soaked my bra as well. Would you like to help me remove it?” I started kissing her, and slowly my hands reached around her back to undo it. After trying unsuccessfully for a minute or so, Manjula whispered in my ear, “The clasp is in the front.”
I laughed and moved my hands to the correct position. I guess I wanted the teasing to continue for a few moments more, because instead of ripping it off, I parted it very slowly, carefully exposing most of her soccer ball-sized breasts but keeping her hard nipples hidden. Just then I heard a voice scream, “What are you waiting for, you fucking pussy? Just do it already!” I took a jump backward, and tripped in the process, landing flat on my ass. It was Raj, sitting up in his bed and watching us. “We both know that you’ve been wanting to suck those titties for two years now. Just get it over with!”
I sat there stunned, looking up at him in disbelief. “If you aren’t going to be a man,” Raj said, “I may as well jump in there and show you how it’s done.” He’d barely finished his threat when I jumped back up toward Manjula and said, “Now, where was I before we were so rudely interrupted?”
“You were right here,” she smiled, as she removed her bra, exposing the biggest nipples I’d ever seen. Her areolas were as big as the salad plates down in the cafeteria, and a beautiful dark brown. Her thick nipples grew rock hard as my tongue flicked against them and had to have been about two inches long, filling up my mouth way more than I ever could have imagined.
I slowly guided her toward my bed and laid her down, mostly because I knew I’d be there a while and didn’t want us to be stuck standing. I sucked on those breasts for what seemed like an eternity, but it was more likely only a few minutes when I heard Raj interrupt again.
“Come on. Quit acting like a starving baby and be a real man. Take your cock out.” “Why are you so eager to see my cock, little man?” I replied, hoping to get him to change the subject by insinuating he was a homosexual. I was actually pretty self-conscious about having an audience and hadn’t planned to go further than some pretty voracious tit sucking.
It was weird having Raj not only watch me going at it with his fuck buddy, but yelling out instructions as well. “You’re always bragging what a big cock you have,” Raj screamed. “Let’s see you prove it.” Before I could try to change the subject again, Manjula was reaching into my shorts. “Yes, Mike,” she said. “Let’s prove it.”
She pulled out my hard cock, and screamed to Raj, “I think it’s bigger than yours!” “It looks pretty small from here,” Raj said, throwing Manjula a ruler from the desk next to his bed. “I think you’d better make sure.” I tried to grab the ruler but Manjula reached it first, saying, “If you ever want to suck these boobs again, you’ll do as I say.”
She told me to lie on my back and ordered me not to move. She yanked my shorts completely off and threw them across the room. There I was, naked in front of my snickering roommate with my boner sticking straight up in the air. Manjula gave it few tugs and then placed the ruler next to it.
“Please don’t be under six inches,” I thought to myself over and over again, sweating my way through the measuring. “It looks like it’s about five and seven-eighths, but if anyone asks, I’ll tell them it’s eight inches,” she giggled. “It’s more than big enough to fuck these titties, though.”
She reclined on the bed, and had me sit on her big round tummy, pushing her breasts together and motioning for me to start. I’m shocked that I managed to not shoot my load immediately, because it was the greatest feeling ever. I’d never been with anyone with breasts big enough to fuck, and now here I was, with someone with enough tit for three women.
I pumped for about five minutes or so when Manjula said that she was getting sweaty and would like me to join her in the shower. She led me to the shower by my cock, and once we were inside under the warm water, she got down on her knees and started licking my balls as she stroked my cock.
“When are you going to be a man and fuck her?” Raj screamed. I stuck my head out the curtain and saw Raj sitting on the floor, with his cock in his hand. “Get the fuck out of here, you drunk fucking pervert,” I yelled, but Raj only increased the speed of his strokes, furiously pumping his cock and taking aim at my face towel. “Don’t you dare, you small-cocked freak!”
“It’ll be your toothbrush next if you don’t start banging her soon,” he threatened. “The sound of her licking your balls isn’t doing much for me. Stick it in her! You always brag that you last a long time, let’s prove it,” Raj said, yanking the curtain open. I tried to shut it, but Manjula said to leave it open. “I like an audience,” she snickered.
“Well, are you going to put it in,” she asked, bending over in front of me, “or do I have to do everything?” “Yeah,” said Raj. “Show us how long you last.” “OK, asshole, I’ll show you,” I replied. Manjula wiggled her giant ass at me as I eased my cock into her warm slick pussy. I pumped once, and immediately felt like I was going to cum. “Oh fuck,” I thought to myself.
I pumped again, grunted, pulled out quick, and shot a giant load against the shower wall. I was too embarrassed to look up at Raj, but no matter: I heard him loud and clear. “What the fuck kind of pitiful display was that?” There was nothing I could do but shake my head and laugh, and apologize to Manjula.
“It was either the uninvited audience or that beautiful ass shaking, but something got me too excited. I swear it won’t happen again,” I said, begging for another chance. “So, how are you going to make it up to me?” she asked. I chose to answer with my tongue instead of more words, as I dropped down to a kneeling position and stuck it inside her vagina.
I lapped at it like a thirsty dog, and Manjula started moaning loudly. Not as loudly as Raj, however, who was now so close to the action he was practically in the tub with us, and still stroking his cock. “Oh, boy, I’m cuming,” he screamed. “Aim over there,” I screamed back, not wanting to get doused with his sperm.
He turned toward the sink and shot five or six thick clumps of cum inside, barely missing the floor. He slumped in the corner, exhausted, but still staring at us. Manjula’s body started quivering over me, and she shouted that she too was cuming. Her body shook for a few seconds, and she braced herself against the wall.
“If you kept licking, I think my legs would have given out and I would have fallen on you,” she said. “And you can see how big I am, it would have hurt pretty badly!” “How about if I stick my tongue in your ass?” I asked. “Would that make you fall?” “I don’t know,” she said. “Let’s see.”
Manjula turned around and spread her cheeks, and I plunged my tongue deep inside her butt hole. “What the fuck are you doing, you fucking pervert?” Raj screamed. “That’s disgusting!” Manjula didn’t seem to mind, though, as she bent over to lean against the shower wall and panted heavily.
She turned around to face me once more, pushing my shoulders back so that I was now lying on the shower floor with her squatting over me. “Sorry, Raj. We’ll try to do something less disgusting for you. How about this?”
And with that, Manjula squatted deeper, spread her vaginal lips, and started peeing on me. I couldn’t believe it: She was fucking PEEING on me—in front of my roommate. The hot rush of urine actually felt great on my chest, so much so that I wasn’t the slightest bit disgusted, which is hindsight is a little surprising.
“OK, that’s it. I’m out of here,” Raj said as he headed for the door. “You people are fucking gross!” And with a slam of the bathroom door, Raj retreated to the bedroom. “Now that we got rid of him, we can get really kinky,” Manjula laughed. With that in mind, I stretched my index finger toward the bar of soap sitting in the tub, rubbed it until my finger was nice and sudsy,
and plunged it into Manjula’s asshole. My plan was to loosen it up enough to fit my cock inside, but apparently even Manjula had her limits. “If you keep going, I’m going to shove my finger up your ass, and mine are fatter than yours,” she said with a stern look. I apparently was too slow in removing my finger, and received a huge jolt when I felt her soapy digit start to enter me.
She probably made it up to her first knuckle when I screamed and jumped out of the shower, almost slipping on the wet floor. “See, that’s what you get when you don’t listen,” she said, gingerly climbing out after me. “Now be a good little boy and fuck me, and it had better be longer than that 30-second performance before!”
I replied that it was actually closer to 45 seconds, and she laughed as she mounted me, rocking slowly but gradually her pumping grew faster and faster. Her tits were bouncing like crazy at this point, and she was screaming so loudly that I half expected whoever was left in the dorm to start kicking the door and telling us to shut up.
I rolled Manjula over so that her back was now on the floor, and lifted her thick thighs over my shoulders. She started massaging her clitoris as I thrust deep inside her, and the sight of her masturbating as I fucked her excited me to the point where I thought I was going to blow my load prematurely again. “I’m cuming,” Manjula screamed, as she tightened her legs around my neck.
I felt her body stiffen and shake, and she finally relaxed in a sweaty heap on the floor. “Mmm, that was great,” she said. With the pressure off to last any longer and cum welling in my helmet, I pulled out at the last possible second and blasted semen across her breasts. “Sorry about the mess,” I said. “I was actually aiming for your face and hair.”
She laughed out loud and suggested that I get some sleep, because she had an even bigger day planned for me tomorrow. We passed out in each other’s arms on the bathroom floor. I’m not sure what she dreamt about, but I had wonderful visions of giant brown breasts dancing in my head all night.