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Previously: Fucking horny babe Manjula - I

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.