Miguel had been annoyed that his planned morning ejaculation at the fertility clinic was postponed, thanks to a lack of available appointments. He was tempted to refuse their request to come in later in the day, but the allure of contributing to multiple pregnancies was too compelling to be abandoned for mere pique or spite, so he'd grudgingly agreed. Classes were still cancelled, leaving him lounging around at home, edging himself on the couch. He'd been unable to resist taunting Derek that morning, seeing him drinking the tainted almond milk straight from the carton. "Pretty salty stuff, don't you think?" he'd said. Derek had looked confused, then surprised, staring at his container with an expression of disbelief. He'd left the house shortly thereafter, without saying a word. Miguel had eventually fallen asleep on the couch, bored and listless with the enforced inactivity.
The feeling of his dick being sucked gradually awakened the stag man, and he grunted and stretched, thinking that it was a fine way to be woken up. The sun was just low enough in the west to shine directly in his eyes through the top of the window, so he couldn't immediately see who was giving him the blowjob. The technique felt a little bit like Dana from back in the day: slightly timid and hesitant, although lately she had been much more bold, especially when her libido went haywire. Shading his brow with a hand, Miguel looked down and recoiled in shock at seeing Derek's head bobbing up and down on his cock. "What the fuck?!" he yelled, paralyzed with disbelief.
His roommate looked up and spit out Miguel's dick for a moment, jacking it with his hand while he said, "What's the big deal? You were flirting with me! Or was cumming in my food just a tease?" Derek's expression suggested he was fully aware of Miguel's true motivations, or at least suspected them, although the revenge he'd selected was not one that the stag man would have ever guessed. He'd thought all his roommates were completely straight, and he'd never considered that there might be more than one reason they were objecting to his casual nudity and masturbation.
"Let me up!" Miguel said after a few more moments of shocked inactivity. He was disconcertingly close to cumming already, after denying himself all morning, and he didn't know how long Derek had been working his shaft while he slept. His roommate didn't stop, but made no effort to hinder Miguel's clumsy efforts to get to his feet. It was only when he managed to stand that he realized he hadn't actually told the man to quit blowing him. "For fuck's sake, Derek, stop!" Miguel tried to yell, but the last word was elongated comically as his roommate suddenly shoved a finger into the stag man's ass, brushing his prostate and triggering a massive, debilitating climax. Seconds later, the finger was removed as the other man fell backwards, apparently surprised by the volume and intensity of Miguel's orgasm. Derek was coughing, semen splattering him as it escaped from his mouth, as well as from the still-erupting penis above.
When Miguel's orgasm finally subsided, he was left staring down at his cum-coated roommate, who was looking up at him with an expression that conveyed smug satisfaction as well as simmering arousal. "You fucker," the stag man muttered, glaring. He briefly entertained a fantasy of carnage, goring the other man with his antlers as payback, but a more deeply held aversion to violence prevented him from acting on the impulse, and he simply grabbed his keys and bag and left the house. "Never again, asshole!" he yelled as he slammed the door on his way out.
Miguel fumed while he drove to the fertility clinic, feeling somewhat emasculated. He recalled having vaguely similar emotions back when he and Dana had first gotten involved with Cassie, who typically was in charge of their group play. At the time, he'd been a little uncomfortable at being directed, if not exactly dominated, but hadn't wanted to risk disrupting their threesomes. Ever since his metamorphosis, however, his aversion to being led had grown, and his desire for women had increased, especially fertile women. Getting pleasure from another male, even a subservient male, gave him a hollow, squirming feeling in his guts, and he didn't know how to cope.
"God, I hope that nurse is ovulating," Miguel mumbled as he pulled up to the clinic. He shook his shoulders and took a few deep breaths to steady himself. Popping the best boner he could under the circumstances, he did his best to swagger into the building, but couldn't help feeling like the spring was missing from his step.
Wednesday Evening (July 12)
Dana moaned at the feeling of Elena's tongue probing her depths, clutching at the girl's amazingly soft blonde hair. After a fruitless afternoon of trying to figure out who had intervened for her with the police, and perhaps more importantly, why they had done so, it was a relief to let down her guard and allow the heat to take her. Her anxiety, as well as her irritation with what she considered Cassie's too-cavalier attitude toward the mystery, felt like they were dripping out of her, swabbed away by her increasingly adept roommate.
Knowing that Stacia had come and gone again, Dana had decided to risk leaving her room and padded over to Elena's, massaging her breasts and sex while she waited for an invitation. Elena's eyes had lit up in a way that touched her even through the haze of her blazing lust, so she tried to convey her affection and thankfulness through her kiss of greeting. No words were exchanged, and none were needed; it was obvious why she was there, and it was only moments before Elena's blood reached a bubbling boil of arousal to match Dana's.
The blonde had exerted uncharacteristic dominance at first, aggressively kissing and groping her guest, eventually shoving her onto the bed and forcing her legs widely apart. Her oral attentions had started out in the same demanding vein, but as she spent more time between Dana's thighs, Elena's technique had gradually shifted from assertive to needy, and then almost to desperate. She drank from her friend as if she were dying of thirst, and the orgasm she caused was a slow and rolling one, lasting a long while, and quite unlike any Dana had experienced under the influence, but no less satisfying because of the novelty.
Dana's wits were a bit addled by pleasure, and she praised Elena in rapid Spanish; the blonde was competent in the language, in terms of basic communication, but it was clear she wasn't understanding most of what was said, although Dana honestly wasn't sure she was making much sense in the first place. Rather than trying to tell her roommate what to do, she decided to show her, grabbing her by the shoulders and forcing them to roll over one another, more or less swapping places. Elena's eyes were bright and begging as Dana licked and kissed her way down the girl's body, teasing her smallish breasts and their rigid little nipples. She dipped her tongue into the blonde's belly button, making her abdominals spasm and forcing out a brief squeal of laughter. Realizing the girl was ticklish, Dana let her fingers caress the skin of her belly and hips with feather-light touches, while she worked her face down to the waxed mound and the glistening crease below.
The flavor and aroma of the blonde girl were as delightful as ever, and Dana sighed heavily with satisfaction as she pleasured her roommate with her lips and tongue. Elena's noises shifted between moans, groans, and shivering giggles depending on which type of stimulation was affecting her most strongly at any given moment. Thanks to the contagious arousal, which seemed to generally make people orgasm both quickly and frequently, it took only a couple of minutes of effort to send Elena into screaming convulsions from a powerful climax. A small gush of fluid was expelled from her sex, which Dana lapped up eagerly.
The girls needed only minutes of rest before they were both ready to go again, positioning themselves so they could rub their pussies against each other. Although not ordinarily turned on by feet, the position made it very easy to kiss Elena's soles and suckle her dainty toes, although she was ticklish there as well, so Dana had to keep a firm grasp on the girl's ankles to avoid a reflexive kick in the mouth. As the blonde's sensitivity shifted to a more manageable lust from the foot play, she began to return the favor, although she couldn't contain the occasional giggle or even snorting chuckle of laughter. Dana was rather surprised to learn that she seemed to have an undiscovered erogenous zone near her ankles, as every kiss or lick there seemed to send a bolt of electricity straight to her clit.
Their tribbing reached a crescendo, and the wet sounds of their lower lips kissing got even wetter as Dana and Elena both reached another peak within moments of each other. They abandoned their toe-sucking and struggled to sit up without breaking the contact between their pussies. Finally succeeding, they kissed one another hungrily, letting their hands wander freely. As the heat built up once again, Dana wondered how long it would last, and what new pleasures they would try next.
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Miguel had spent all day avoiding going home and getting increasingly antsy. It had been a relief to indulge his kink and provide a huge supply of sperm for the fertility clinic, but he'd been unable to persuade any of the nurses to take a more hands-on role, although the one who appeared to be in her fifties seemed to be wavering. He really wanted to fuck the blonde one again, but he hadn't seen her since their encounter, and was starting to wonder if she was avoiding him.
Finally deciding he could forestall his homecoming no longer, Miguel drove back to his house but sat in his car, wondering what he should do about the Derek situation. He could see that all his housemates were home, which wasn't a huge surprise, but for the first time since he'd adopted nudism he felt a desire to cover himself up again. He was still having an internal debate with his conflicting impulses when he saw another car pull up, and to his surprise, Stacia emerged from it and started walking toward his front door. He quickly got out as well and hailed her, making her turn and smile somewhat darkly.
"Are you looking for me?" Miguel asked as he caught up to her. "Is everything all right at your place?"
"It's not alright at all," Stacia said in a low voice. "I left for a little while and when I got back I could hear my slut roommates having sex in Elena's bedroom; the whore left her window cracked open."
The wheels turned in Miguel's head, thinking that Dana must have had another attack of the hornies. He was a little offended that she hadn't called him, but then realized he hadn't been paying much attention to his phone anyway, and it was possible she simply hadn't had time. Then the detail of the open window, and Stacia presumably walking by it, made him wonder if she might have received a small dose of the contagious lust. He could smell a hint of arousal from her, now that he was paying attention, and there were slight bumps in her shirt suggesting hard nipples. Perhaps a very minor exposure was enough to turn someone on, and make them seek a suitable partner, but not in a crazed manner? It was a hypothesis that invited more research, but not while he had a sexy young woman at hand, especially one who seemed eager, willing, and possibly still fertile.
