Adulthood sucks balls, and not in the fun, sexy way that I drop to my knees, plunge my wanton mouth over a hard cock, then lick my way down to suck on my lover’s sack while he shoots his load all over me. At least that’s how I would suck the aforementioned balls if I had had a lover. Despite being objectively fucking hot, although a bit nerdy, there haven’t been many men in my life—not many women, either. Through most of high school and then college, my sexual hunger was barely sated by a diet of fingers, a few toys, and fantasies enhanced by movies and internet porn.
In high school, despite my high, firm breasts that never required a bra, my shapely, toned legs, and my rounded ass, Johnny Quarterback didn’t want to molest me in the back seat of the sports car his affluent daddy bought for him, no matter how much I hinted or tried. In college, at least, my geeky nerdiness was tolerated, sometimes even accepted. I was the ‘cool chick’ that played Dungeons and Dragons, listened to indie rock, and had a quick, biting wit. Drunken college boys were more than happy to pound my wet pussy, and college-aged, young women were more than happy to experiment with lesbianism with me.
Then came graduation, that involuntary thrusting of one into the real world. Social issues, one’s outlook on society, and all our lofty goals of changing the world crash away as if all our hopes and dreams were scrawled upon glass, a sledgehammer shattering them all. Being an adult means responsibility. Utilities pile up quickly; rent in the city, so one can get to their job to pay the bills, borders on criminality. Even with a decent-paying job, I couldn’t afford the luxury of being able to afford both food and a place to live. Getting a roommate was a necessary evil.
Luckily, I’d known Tiffany in college. Like me, she was a bit of a nerd, a gamer-girl, and we shared many common, geeky interests. While we weren’t the best of friends in college, we hung out at similar places, saw each other at the same movies shown in the student theaters, and even ran into each other at the same conventions. She was, likewise, having a tough time ‘adulting,’ and even though my squalid apartment was only three tiny rooms, we made the best of it.
Tiffany was a beautiful woman. Her long, brunette hair was shiny and vibrant, matching her glowing skin and brilliant, blue eyes. A picture of vitality, she couldn’t find work in her field, so she had to take whatever jobs she could find. Despite life giving her post-college lemons, she was always bubbly and optimistic. For one-half of the rent and utilities, she agreed to sign onto the lease and sleep on a rickety couch.
Our apartment, while pleasant and in a nice neighborhood, was only a combination living area and kitchen with a single bedroom on one end and the bathroom on the other. Oddly, none of that seemed to matter after she moved in. It was very much like reliving our college years, except office hours and paychecks replaced classes and studying.
After the first few weeks together, we were getting along famously. Common interests in entertainment and a shared love of swords and sorcery fantasy were the glue that bonded our friendship. Neither one of us had a boyfriend, and, while we talked, we both considered ourselves bi-curious, but mostly straight. No women were in our lives, either. After work, we’d both change into whatever we felt like and lounge about, eating, drinking, indulging in potent edibles from the high-class dispensary down the street, and watching movies.
It was one such night of our usual routine that was the catalyst for everything. With all the bills caught up, we sat down, after eating Chinese takeout, to celebrate. Deeply intoxicated, we binge-watched a popular, epic fantasy series rife with sex and nudity. It had magic, dragons, and sex so steamy that the both of us, lounging about in just a shirt and panties, commented that our panties were soaked. Dripping horny and slightly tired, we cleaned up our mess and I went into the bedroom while she made up her bed on the couch.
“Good night, Jan,” she said to me. “I love your new, blond hair; you look so sexy.”
My bedroom door had barely closed before I’d stripped off my soaked panties and thrown myself onto the bed. As the walls were so thin that you could hear a fly walking on the opposite side of the wall, the door even thinner, I tried not to moan as my hands cupped and squeezed my breasts, fondling them as I sighed in arousal. Slowly, my fingers wandered south, caressing my flesh through the t-shirt. I couldn’t help but moan when my fingertips found my nude flesh.
A scene from the show, where the heroine took multiple lovers, both male and female, into her chamber to serve her endless sexual desires, ran through my head. Only, in my fantasy, it wasn’t the actress, it was me taking multiple lovers at once. My finger swirled between my pussy lips, the wet sounds musical. I had a vibrating toy but didn’t dare use it, lest Tiffany hear. Instead, I coated my hands with my sexual nectar, slowly teasing my clit to supersensitivity, and inserting one, then two fingers just barely inside my dripping cunt.
Frustratingly, although I edged myself to the precipice of an amazing orgasm, I’d drank far too many margaritas in my stoned state, and the urgent need to urinate foiled my attempts at self-pleasure. It was the weekend, and I had all night, so I didn’t worry. Quietly climbing off the bed to not awaken my slumbering roommate, I pulled my t-shirt down, not bothering with my panties, and slowly opened the bedroom door. To reach the bathroom, I needed to traverse the length of the tiny apartment.
Except for the soft, bluish glow of the television, the room was dark. Tiff had turned the TV back on and was watching the same scene that I’d been masturbating over, once more. Her feet were facing me, her legs spread wide, and I had a clear view of her lust-painted face as she furiously fingered her twat. Tiffany’s head was turned toward the screen, her tongue shooting out to lick her lips. One of her hands was a blur over her clit, the other stroking up and down between her folds. Her panties were on the table in front of the couch.
“I’m sorry,” I blurted out, startling her. “I, uh, had to use the bathroom.”
“Busted!” she laughed out. “Might as well go, then.”
I shrugged, feeling myself blush from head to toe, and quickly peed, washed my hands, and decided to ignore catching her masturbating. However, when I got back into the living area, she’d rewound the show to the beginning of the sex scene and had her legs on the coffee table, spread wide. Tiffany’s perfectly manicured fingers were busy between her legs. Stunned, I just stood there and stared.
With heaving breasts, her nipples hard under the shirt, she panted out, “It isn’t like you weren’t fucking yourself in there, so don’t pretend.” I was immobilized.
Moaning, with her hips beginning to buck, she managed to say, “Either join me or go back to your room.” Her words came out slowly, moans and sounds of pleasure between them. Overcome with passion, I pulled off my shirt, standing there nude, and practically ran over to the couch, plopping down beside her.
Tiffany paused only long enough to turn the volume back up and then renewed the assault on her clit. No longer caring about the other hearing, we fingered ourselves, side by side, watching the sexy scene. The freedom of not trying to hide our natural impulses was so liberating that soon the two of us were commenting on the scene, masturbating wildly, and spreading our legs further and further.
“Look at her face, so hot,” I panted.
“The sound of your pussy sloshing is driving me wild.”
“I love that you’re shaved, do guys like that?”
“If, ahh, umm…I had a man, oh fuck…I wouldn’t be fucking myself with my roommate.”
While we masturbated, getting closer and closer to orgasm, our legs touched, barely a feather-light contact.
“Fuck, I’m cumming,” Tiffany yelled. Her orgasm set off mine, and we had simultaneous orgasms on the couch.
After some sobering, giggling silence, both of us ashamed, we hugged, platonically, and bade each other a good night. Still drunk, stoned, and horny, I fingered myself to another orgasm in the bedroom before I could relax enough to sleep. In the morning, it was as if nothing had happened, but that night changed everything.
Continuing our nerdy binge-watching, we effortlessly integrated side-by-side masturbation into our routines. No longer ashamed or embarrassed, we binged on a pitcher of screwdrivers, more edibles, and fantasy entertainment. Unfortunately, in our lusty state of inebriation, Tiffany spilled half a pitcher of booze on the couch.
“That’s alcohol abuse, right there,” we laughed.
“I won’t be able to sleep well with the couch all wet.”
“I have a double bed. You can sleep with me.”
Two hours and one orgasm, each, later, we lay down and fell asleep. While not the most convenient arrangement, after that night, Tiffany and I slept in the same bed each night. Complimenting each other’s beauty and fingering ourselves in front of each other was as heated as things got. While it may sound odd, for us, it seemed natural and comfortable. Things went on like that for a few months, until my birthday.
Being an adult meant no parties, no extravagant gifts, and no real celebrations. Chinese food, once more, and some cupcakes from the local grocery store were as festive as things got. We talked, laughed, and ate, continuing our quest to deplete the inventory of the dispensary.
“Oh, Jan, my gift,” Tiffany exclaimed. Retreating to our now-shared boudoir, she emerged with a mirthful smile, bearing a hastily-wrapped box. “Happy birthday, you old hag.”
“Shut up, Tiff, you’re, like, less than a year younger than me!”
“Unwrap it. I just know you’ll love it.”
My ‘gift’ was a gag gift. The box was roughly the size and shape of a shoebox. Inside was a sex toy, but not just any dildo. Called ‘The Tiamat’ it was a huge dildo. Molded from medium-hard but flexible bronze-gray silicone, it was a dragonesque phallus. Tiffany shrieked in delight, hugging me as I examined the dragon-cock.
Covered in knurls and with a bulbous body, it had to be over eight inches in length and at least that large in circumference at the widest portion. The contoured body was covered with ridges and scales, a harsh texture that was sure to massage the innards of anyone brave enough to fuck themselves with it. The sharply tapered head was almost triangular, and the large, heavy base was all bas-relief texturing. It looked intimidating and impressive and was the perfect sexual gift for a nerd like me.
Distending from the center of the base was a white, rubber tube, ending in a squeeze bulb with a fill cap. Further examination revealed that it was a ‘cum tube,’ and a bottle of edible ‘dragon cum’ was also in the box, a harness to wear it as a strap-on wrapped around it.
“Who needs a man when we have Tiamat, right?” Tiffany teased.
“You bitch,” I laughed back. “That thing would split me in two!”
“Try it on! See how it fits.”
“I’m not fucked up enough, yet. Let’s get wasted and watch TV.”
We did just that, having a grand time.
“Look,” Tiffany pointed with her juice-soaked, dripping finger, “The dragon's head and neck look just like Tiamat, your new boyfriend.”
As the night wore on, our lack of inhibitions devolved into an utter absence of self-consciousness. Jokingly, I put on the harness, looking silly in just a camisole top and panties with a huge dragon dick poking out, and strutted about.
“Hey, baby,” I said in a mockery of masculinity, “ever fuck a dragon? I’ll rock your world.”
Tiffany, her brown hair shifting about as she fooled with the pump bulb, couldn’t stop laughing. Finally, filling it, she laughed, “I’m sure, dragon or not, Jan, that you’re l just like all other men. One or two strokes and you jizz and leave.”
I grabbed the bulb and thrust the toy toward her face. Suck it, dragon-banger…uh-uh.”
Then, I squeezed the bulb, thinking that maybe a little bit would dribble out. In dismay, a tiny, apologetic outcry came from my mouth as I watched a huge geyser of the liquid, looking almost exactly like cum, shoot from the tip and splatter her face. It was more than an ounce, and it sprayed over her lips, nose, and cheek.
Tiffany looked at me in shock, then erupted in uncontrolled laughter as it dripped down her face. We were both crying, slapping each other, and couldn't control our maniacal outbursts.
Finally, we’d calmed down enough to only be hysterical. Still laughing, she scooped some of it off her face and sucked on her finger. “Tastes good.”
I couldn’t help myself and began laughing again, which set her off for another round of silliness. While we chuckled, Tiffany grabbed the fake dragon cock and stroked it, coating her hand.
“Have some,” she urged. “It tastes like oranges and mint.” Without waiting for me to reply, she thrust her jizz-soaked fingers between my lips, then smeared it all over my face. She was right, the taste was decent.
“Now we match, birthday girl,” she laughed. “The next episode is starting; it’s supposed to be a hot one.”
Silent for the moment, we settled back down. Tiffany’s shirt was half-soaked with fake cum, and I felt silly sitting on the couch with this huge, massively-thick cock sticking out. The show was not only mesmerizing but incredibly hot. Soon, Tiff was fingering herself while we watched. I was horny as fuck, too, but the strap-on in the harness impeded access.
During a very hot sex scene, all women together, one woman was watching the action while fucking herself. The scene was tastefully shot, insomuch as it didn’t show any hardcore action, but the camera did show her wetting three of her fingers and then reaching between her legs before it cut to her from the waist up, her arm making obvious self-fucking motions.
“That gives me an idea,” Tiffany panted. “It’s also a lube. Squeeze the bulb on your cock.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Do it, big, bad dragon. Please?”
Shrugging and watching her finger herself, I gently squeezed the bulb, watching the slimy, white goo dribble from the tip of the scaled, bulbous dildo. Tiffany immediately bent forward and coated her fingers with the cum, then she inserted her cum-soaked fingers in her snatch and began fucking herself.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she moaned. “I wonder if four fingers will fit; I’m so turned on.”
“Me too,” I said, laughing. I spread my legs and hunched my hips forward, so the massive sex toy stood straight up. Giving the pump bulb a hard squeeze, another stream of dragon jizz shot from the cock, flying everywhere, with most of it landing on my thighs and stomach.
“Stroke your big, scaly cock for me,” Tiffany laughed through her panting, passionate moans escaping her languid mouth.
Making manly-passion noises, I reached for the silicone toy, noting that my hand couldn’t fit around the girth, and stroked it hard and fast. Her sparkling blue eyes grew wide as she watched me jack off the fake cock.
“Suck it, slut,” I said, attempting to sound like a man.
Tiff’s eyes glazed over, a faraway look in them, and she leaned over, her hand never leaving her pussy, and took the narrow, textured tip into her mouth. I stroked the cock, lost in the lusty sight playing out in my lap. My hand was pumping up and down on the slick, cum-covered toy and my roommate was sucking on it, trying to fit as much of it as she could down her throat.
Without thinking, my hand grabbed the back of her head and pantomimed forcing her down on its girth. “Suck it good, Tiff. Get it good and hard, and I’ll fuck you with my big dragon cock.”
“Yes,” she screamed, pulling off the dildo. “Stick that thing inside me. Fuck me with it, you big brute.” The thing was, she was no longer laughing or smiling.
“You’re funny,” I replied.
“Chicken,” she teased.
Tiffany sprang up and turned to face the television, her nude ass facing me. She spread her legs far apart and then bent over the coffee table, putting her hands on it. Bent over like that, her butt sticking up and out, she looked incredibly sexy. White, cummy ooze was dripping from her pussy, coating her thighs.
“Bock, bock, bock. Chicken.” My roommate swiveled her hips, enticingly. “Big, tough Tiamat afraid of a little pussy?”
“I’ll show you, fair maiden,” I retorted.
I stood up and positioned myself behind Tiffany. Covered in that lubricating, sweet-tasting fake cum, the dildo was slippery, and it first hit her thigh, eliciting laughter. I grabbed the scaly appendage and slid it up her leg and over her protruding pussy.
“Oooh, aaah,” she moaned, no longer laughing.
Sliding it up further, I passed her sex-drenched hole and slid the hard dragon cock up her ass crack.
“Wrong hole, but that tickles…feels good.”
“Beg for it, bitch,” I joked as I moved the dragon cock back down, teasing the entrance of her hole.
“Big, bad dragon, making me all wet,” she began laughing again.
We played around like that, feeling jovial, with me playing the part of the manly dragon seducer and her the begging slut. After a few minutes, we were both laughing again and having a fun time. Pretending that I couldn’t get it in—and we were only goofing around at that point—I was mimicking how most guys poke about, always missing the hole. Tiffany was wriggling around, like we women do, pretending to try and help. I zigged as she zagged, and the tapered head of the hard silicone toy plunged into her wet cunt about an inch.
“Holy fuck,” she screamed.
“Sorry,” I apologized, “I’m so sorry. I feel so bad.”
I thought her exclamation was one of pain because the strap-on was so big, hard, and thick. I slowly moved backward, pulling the dildo from her pussy.
“NO!” she begged. One of Tiffany’s hands shot back and grabbed the dragon cock by its thick middle, holding it in place. “Deeper. Please, fuck me.”
Stunned, but too lost in passionate lust to think, I gently pushed the head back to its original position. “Is that what you want, you slut, Tiffany. Beg to ride the dragon.”
“Fuck me. Just fuck me with it. Plunder me, impale me, fuck me with it. It’s been so fucking long.”
“Are you serious? I was only kidding around.”
Other than moaning and harshly thrusting herself back on the strap-on, Tiffany gave no reply.
Sighing in passion, I placed both of my hands on her scalding hips and pushed a little deeper into her femininity. The squelching of her wetness as the bulbous, textured shaft sank into her cunt quickly put me into a sexual frenzy almost as torrid as hers.
“Go easy,” she moaned. “It feels so good. Those scales and spines, mmm.”
Finding our rhythm, with me apologizing for never having fucked anyone before, I penetrated my screaming, moaning roommate's hot tunnel to almost the thickest part. When it was buried nearly six inches deep inside her, Tiffany began humping back on it, then rocking forward, going faster and faster.
“You like my dragon dick, don’t you?”
“Fuck me. Fuck me, oh fuck.” Resting on one hand, rocking back and forth faster and faster, her other hand shot between her legs. From her incoherent moans, I could easily tell that she was fingering her clit.
As I pounded into my friend and nerdy roommate, I discovered that not only was I getting off on fucking her, but the force of her shapely ass slamming onto the strap-on kept pounding my clit, making me hotter than a volcano.
“I’m going to cum, I’m going to fucking cum. Fuck me harder. Shoot your dragon cum in me when I get off. Fill me with your hot, sticky cum.”
“Beg for it, you dragon slut. Beg.”
“Cumming…oooh…aaah, fucking fuck.”
Although I’d seen her orgasm dozens of times before, I’d never seen her cum as hard as she did then. Her legs gave way, nothing but quaking weakness, and her entire body sank to the tabletop. Tiffany screamed and shouted, moaning and sighing and cursing. As her back arched up and down, hips gyrating all over the place, I squeezed the bulb as hard and fast as I could, emptying several ounces of the fake dragon cum inside her womb.
When she calmed down a bit, I pulled the giant dildo from her cunt and was rewarded with a torrent of cum that splashed on the floor and ran down her legs. She was coated in it.
“Fuck, I loved that,” Tiffany said to me. Her face was glowing in the post-orgasmic endorphin rush.
“Wow,” was all I could say. “That was really fucking hot. You looked so sexy.”
“OK, Jan, let’s get this cleaned and refilled, and it’s your turn to fuck Tiamat. Trust me, you have to fuck this thing.”
