So Wrong (the collected pornographica of Elsie)

Bored and horny is a dangerous combination. And I was plenty of both.

It was summertime in New Jersey, and I didn’t have a job or a boyfriend, but I did have an air conditioner and a drawer full of sex toys. So I spent a lot of time alone in my room. Masturbating.

The four of us had rented a big old house in central Jersey for the summer. The rent was paid up through September, and included electricity, so there was that.

I had gotten it into my head that I really wanted to fuck my housemate, Simon McDreamboat. The only problem with this scheme, other than obtaining positive consent to fuck his brains out, was that he was dating (and fucking) our other housemate, Stacey. Rather loudly, too. His bedroom was right next to mine, and the walls were not thick.

On the wall of my bedroom, directly opposite the bed, was an extremely large, gilt-framed mirror. That was the reason I had chosen this bedroom: I enjoy watching myself masturbate, and the mirror was positioned perfectly for this activity. So, with a prime view right between my legs, I’d put some quality porn on, enjoy the view of my very own pussy, perchance with one of my dildos sliding in and out of it, and drive my clit to distraction with a small but surprisingly powerful vibrator. And that is how I happened to make my big discovery.

It was one of those really good, full-body, brain-rattling orgasms. My head was thrown back, my back arched like a longbow, my little USB vibrator pressed hard against my clit, a bit fat purple dildo stuffed up my pussy, biting down hard on my lip to keep from screaming out loud (because… modesty?), my legs flailing, and one of my feet kicked the mirror frame, hard. Hard enough that it left a nasty bruise and a broken toenail. Hard enough that one of the wooden curlicues broke off the frame. When I got up to inspect the damage (nothing a little wood glue wouldn’t fix), I discovered that the mirror had swung a few inches away from the wall.

The fucking thing was on hinges.

It obviously hadn’t been moved in a very long time. The hinges were well concealed and very sticky, and there was a distinct outline of dust where the frame had lain against the wall. And behind the mirror was… a matching mirror, mounted on Simon’s bedroom wall. Through the half-silvered glass, I could quite clearly see his night table, his alarm clock, his unmade bed. It was, oh my goodness, a two-way mirror!

My second discovery was a little more deflating. In short order I found out that Simon and Stacey always, always fucked with the lights off. I had been masturbating to their sex noises all summer, and I was bitterly disappointed that I wouldn’t actually get to see any of the action. But there was a consolation prize.

Simon liked to jerk off in the afternoon, and he wasn’t shy about drawing the shades, or turning out the lights. Now, I know some other people may disagree with me, but I believe there is absolutely nothing in this world sexier than watching a guy jerk off when he doesn’t know that anyone is watching!! Holy Cats, I can’t tell you the amount of pleasure I got watching him stroke his cock. It was a beautiful cock, too. And I’m a bit of a connoisseur.

Sometimes, I could make out the porn he was watching on his phone. Sometimes he would break out a Fleshlight type fuck toy, and stick his dick in that. Sometime, not often, but sometimes, he’d stick a cute little glass buttplug up his ass. I found that I had a brand-new hobby! I got really really good at masturbating along with him, and I got so I was generally able to time my own orgasm to coincide with his.

There was only one problem: now more than ever, I really wanted Simon and his pretty cock up inside me!

What’s nearly as good as fucking the cute guy you’re lusting to fuck? Fucking his cute girlfriend.

She came on to me! I had, of course, masturbated to the idea of having sex with her, but then I had masturbated to all of my housemates. And most of my classmates and co-workers, and random people I saw at the grocery story. What can I say, I’m a sex fiend.

Anyway, I was lying around in my bedroom one hot afternoon, half-dressed and enjoying the AC, and not masturbating for once in my life, when Stacey tapped on my door. She had a really bad crick in her shoulder, would I mind rubbing it a little bit?

Why no, I didn’t mind, not at all!

She pulled off her shirt, lay face-down on my bed, and unsnapped her bra. Holy Cats, I just about wet my comfy pants! My pussy was absolutely drooling, and no I was not wearing any panties.

I started rubbing her shoulders, and I quickly found the knot. As I massaged her back, she moaned and groaned like she was playing the lead role in a porno film. There was no way she wasn’t doing this on purpose. I was kind of getting my jollies rubbing my pajama-clad pussy up against her bottom, and it was driving me crazy.

“Why don’t you do the front half now?” she asked, squirming underneath me and flipping over onto her back. I promptly pounced onto her magnificent bare breasts and did my damnedest to shove my tongue straight down her throat.

She reciprocated very enthusiastically, and for a few moments I just enjoyed the fact that I was making out with a girl, a hot girl, who’s beautiful tits were pressed up against mine. It had been a while.

At this point she was wearing nothing but boxer shorts (I recognized those boxers, they belonged to Simon!). She was grinding her crotch up against mine, and I was grinding right back at her. I broke off our kiss long enough to pull my own t-shirt off over my head, and she immediately placed her hands on my tits like, well like a certain horny teenage boy in the back my Accura whom I remember fondly.

“I want you to eat my pussy,” she told me huskily, and she most certainly did not have to ask twice! I slid down her curvaceous body, she lifted her butt up off the bed and I tugged down those boxers, revealing the prettiest little pussy I have ever seen in my life.

She was neatly trimmed, her clit bulged eagerly out, and her lips pouted open, swollen and wet and slippery. I dove right in. She was soaking, absolutely drenched, and her taste was intoxicating. I licked her pussy from the crease of her asscheeks up to her clit and back, over and over again, while she squirmed and sighed. I switched to flicking my tongue against her clit, and her moans got louder, threatening to turn into shrieks. I slid a finger, and then two up inside her red-hot pussy, and I ticked the outside of her asshole with a third finger, keeping my tongue on her clit the whole time, and now she really was shrieking, and suddenly she was coming, coming all over my face.

She squirted all over me, I was drenched and so was my bed. That was a first for me, something I had never experienced firsthand, and I thought it was absolutely the hottest fucking thing ever. I came up for air, sticky, wet, grinning, and ready for more.

I was just about to pull her sweet face between my thighs for some much-needed reciprocation, when we heard a noise from the bedroom next door.

“Holy shit bro, that feels amazing! Where the fuck did you ever learn to suck dick like that?”

Stacey and I looked at each other, mouths agape.

“Oh Dude, stop for a second, you’re going to make me come…! Oh shit yeah, stop. Can we do a sixty-nine?”

I pressed one salty finger against my lips, gesturing for silence, and I switched off the bedside lamp. Tiptoeing across the room, I swung the mirror wide opening, revealing my private window into Simon’s bedroom

There he was, and there was Dan, our other housemate, a bit mousy and a year younger than the rest of us. He had started college early, and did something inscrutable but incredibly brilliant with computers. He was quiet, mostly kept to himself, and, it turns out, was extremely fucking hung!

There was a LOT of dick in that room, and I was loving every inch of it. Dan came up for air, leaving Simon’s wet cock swollen and waggling in the air. His balls were drawn up tight, firm and squeezable. They kissed, dicks rubbing up against each other, and I melted. Absolutely melted. Then Dan lay down on the bed, toes pointing toward Stacey and myself, and Simon climbed on top, and we had an absolutely prime view of Simon doing his best to swallow that entire cock thrusting up into his face. It was priceless, and hot as fuck.

I realized that I was masturbating, and I looked over, and sure enough, so was Stacey.

In the other room, it seemed that Simon had given up on trying to deep throat Dan’s cock. It was just too big. (not to say that I would mind giving it a shot myself!). He was licking it lick an ice cream cone, nibbling the balls, dragging his tongue up and down the impressive length and girth, finally settling on wrapping his lips around the bulbous head of Dan’s cock and sucking on that while he furiously jerked him off. Suddenly Dan squealed something, we couldn’t hear exactly what, he had a mouthful of Simon’s cock, and Dan started flailing his feet and bucking his hips. I loved the way his balls bounced and jiggled as he came. Simon swallowed every last drop.

“Make me come?” Simon half-pleaded. The boys rearranged themselves, with Simon sitting on the bed facing the mirror, watching the action, and Dan between his legs, his head bobbing busily up and down. A long silvery strand of semen dribbled out of Dan’s softening cock. I was entranced.

“Can I eat out your ass?” Dan asked, and by way of answer, Simon got onto his hands and knees with his tight rump thrust upward. Dan stuck his face between Simon’s cheeks and started slurping while Simon jerked off.

It didn’t take long. Simon was jerking off faster and faster, his eyes locked on the mirror. “Oh, oh, oh, it’s so good, don’t stop! Oh dude, I’m going to come! Oh, please, put your finger inside me!”

Young Dan popped up for air, and without a moment’s hesitation, slid a finger or two (I couldn’t see how many) straight up Simon’s ass. His hand replaced Simons’, and he finger-banged Stacey’s boyfriend while furiously jerking him off. Simon exploded, shooting pearly-white globs of semen directly at the mirror. A few drops managed to spatter right onto the glass, a good six feet from where the boys were now cuddled up together at the head of the bed.

Stacey had three fingers crammed up her own pussy, and her eyes sparkled. “That was so fucking hot! I think I need you to fuck me!”

Fortunately, we did have that technology. My last boyfriend had bought me a strap-on, harness and all. I had left the boyfriend, but I’d kept the dildo.

I’d always felt more than a little bit ridiculous getting myself strapped into the harness, but the way Stacey was looking at me as I secured the various belts and closures, and the way she fingered her pussy while she watched helped make me a little less self-conscious.

She swung the mirror closed and clicked on the light. “Do me from behind,” she said. “I want to watch!”

I’d never fucked a girl before, and quite honestly I had always wanted to give it a try. As a matter of fact, I had jerked off to the idea before, donning the harness solo, and envisioning slipping it up inside the wet and willing holes of pretty girls and pounding them senseless with it.

And now I was going to have the opportunity. Stacey was on her hands and knees on the bed, facing the mirror, her tits hanging down like cantaloupes on the vine (do cantaloups even grow on vines? I didn’t know or care!) Her pussy was wide open and drooling wet. I positioned myself behind her, put my hands on her rump, and slid the silicone cock up inside her.

To tell you the truth it was a little tricky finding the right angle and getting the thrusting quite right. But when I was finally all the way up inside her, when the blue dildo was well and truly buried in her cunt, when she was meeting my every thrust with a grunt of her own, bucking her ass back against me, the effort was well worth it! The image of us in the mirror was incredibly hot. Better than any porn I’d ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot.

I was getting some nice stimulation from grinding against the base of my dildo, and it suddenly dawned on me that I might be able to get off this way.

That was when Stacey looked back at me, hair a beautiful mess, biting her lower lip fretfully and said “Would you mind fucking me up the ass?”

Why no, I wouldn’t mind at all. And I had a jar of lube right handy as well. Actually getting the dildo up Stacey’s tight little asshole, that took a lot of work. I ended up licking her anus and slipping a slick finger inside, which she did not mind one bit, before trying again with my big blue dildo.

This time it slipped right in. Stacey gasped, and then growled. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass.” I could tell she was rubbing her clit hard and fast, but I couldn’t really focus because I was way too turned on. I started humping, fucking her asshole at first as hard as I dared, and then as hard and fast as I could, and with each thrust, the base of the dildo banged against my engorged clit, and pushed me closer to the point of no return.

“Oh shit, I’m fucking coming!” I’m not sure which one of us yelled this, maybe both of us, because we both were. I’m not sure when I’ve had a harder orgasm in my entire life, it just kept coming and coming rolling over me like ocean waves. I wrapped my arms around Stacey’s midsection and held on for the ride. Finally it was over, and I fell onto the bed, a limp ragdoll, my dildo sliding out of Stacey’s ass with an audible *pop*.

“That,” Stacey said with the satisfied smile of a cat who has just snacked on the family canary, “Was absolutely amazing.”

From the other side of the mirror, in Simon’s bedroom, I heard the sound of applause.

Bored and horny is a dangerous combination.

END