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It Does Happen
by MadMadMikey (madmadmikey@hotmail.com)
edited by Bud Stamper
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A man's roommate steals his long-time girlfriend's
virginity. (MMF, nc, rp, v, 1st, mc)
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I don’t know where to start something like this; where
do you begin when your world has just turned to shit? I
Guess I can start when it wasn’t so bad. I’m a junior
here at NYU and live in a two-bedroom shit-hole that I
once shared with a best friend, David, from back home
in Ohio. He failed-out this last semester and went back
home, so I was forced to get a new roommate on short
notice.
Well, into my life walked Marcus Brown. He wasn’t a
student, but worked as a bouncer at one of the local
college bars. He seemed like a bit-of-an-arrogant,
chip-on-his-shoulder black guy. But I needed a roommate
ASAP, and had to overlook it.
It didn’t take long before things got tense in the
apartment. You see, I’m a virgin, white-boy from Ohio,
and soon found out he was a drug-addicted Bully. The
first time it came up was when I needed to get money
for the rent. He told me I could cover him this month -
- or I could get my ass kicked!
The only thing I had going for me was my longtime
girlfriend, Katie, who went to school in Ohio where we
grew up. I’d met her when we were both six years old,
when she moved into the house next to mine.
As we got older our friendship became love, and when I
was fourteen, asked her out for the first time. From
that day on we were like one, and spent every moment
together. You can probably imagine how hard it was to
leave her and come here to school.
Katie came to visit me as often as she could during the
time that David was still here and he didn’t seem to
mind her hanging-out and staying at our place.
So, when she said she was coming, I figured it was ok.
It’s not like we’d keep my new roommate up with the
sound of us having sex; the most we’d ever done was her
giving me a hand-job through my pants. I didn’t even
think to ask him if he’d have a problem with it.
When she got here we spent the first day just talking.
Then Marcus got home from work and the problems started
right away. When he came in, I could tell he was high.
He noticed us sitting on the couch and said, "Who’s the
lady?" I’d already told Katie about him so she’d be
ready.
"This is Katie, my girlfriend, she’s here visiting me
for the week."
He looked her up-and-down, which made my stomach turn.
Don’t get me wrong; he should look because she’s
beautiful with her long, bright-red hair and small,
petite body, but I just didn’t like the way he looked
at her.
When he asked, "Where’s she going to sleep," I told
him, "In my room -- with me."
"I don’t think so, if a woman stays in this apartment,
it’s going to be in my room!"
I thought he was kidding at first so I laughed, which
pissed him off and he punched me hard in the face. I
saw stars for a moment. He then kicked me hard in the
stomach. Katie ran to my defense, grabbed his arm and
said, "I’ll sleep in your room, just stop hurting him!"
He stopped right away.
"At least one of you crackers got half a brain." He
then spit on me and turned to Katie. "I’m tired from
hitting this fag; let’s go to bed, bitch."
He grabbed the love of my life by the arm and led her
toward his room while I followed their movement with my
eyes. She gave me a final, "I love you; I’m sorry
look," as they disappeared down the hall. I then heard
his bedroom door close. The sound made it seem so real,
and my heart still aches a little, thinking about it.
The next thing I knew, I was making my way to my room
and out the window to the fire escape the rooms shared.
Once outside, I went to his window, and was thankful he
was a guy that used a nightlight. He was lying back on
the bed naked, with a hard-on that was huge and very
dark. My little Katie was sitting on the edge of the
bed sobbing, still wearing her clothes. The window was
open just enough that I could hear everything they
said.
He said to my sweet virgin Katie, "Turn around! I want
you to watch me jerk-off!" "No way," she replied
between sobs. "I’ve never even seen one before."
"That wasn’t me asking! "You turn around now, bitch,
and take your shirt off too! I want to see your little
tits."
She did nothing at first, but when he gave her a little
kick in the back, she quickly pulled her shirt over her
head. It was the first time I’d ever seen her topless –
I’d felt them, but never seen them naked. The she
turned and faced the drug-addicted asshole.
"I know what you need girl. Get up here."
He patted the bed next to him while reaching for a pipe
on the night stand. Katie shook her head "No," as she
moved to sit next to him.
"Here, at least try it like this."
Marcus took a huge hit from the pipe and put his mouth
over hers. She tried to pull back but he held her
firmly. Now, Katie’s a girl who won’t even drink coffee
because caffeine’s a drug and he was forcing her to
smoke -- I didn’t know what!
Then he let her go and she pulled-back coughing out
clouds of smoke. Then for the next few minutes he
simply waited, spending the time just jerking-off while
looking at her tits. Katie’s eyes began to go glossy
and she started to rub her hands together. He finally
noticed her drugged state and said to her, "Yeah girl,
you like that heron, huh?" I started to freak-out! Oh
my God, she could die at any moment, but all she did
was shake her head, "Yes," and lay back on the bed.
Then she said something that shook me. "Can I have some
more?"
"Ok, when we’re done here."
"Just no sex -- I’m saving myself for my wedding night
with Greg."
Marcus pulled the blanket over them and they started
making out. He made some sort of movement under the
blanket and she told him "No" a couple of times -- then
gave in. Then, what looked like a blanket fell from the
bed and I heard Katie’s voice again.
"No way!"
I was glad for a moment to hear her say that, but only
for a moment because then he said, "If you want more
when we’re done…"
"Fine, but that’s it, o.k.? I can’t believe I’m going
to do this; I’ve never done this before."
As her head disappeared under the blanket, I repeated
her phrase to myself. "No way! Then I saw what looked
like her head under the blanket start moving up and
down – right where his cock should be!
Then the sounds started to come through the window --
the sounds from every porn film I’ve ever seen -- the
slurping -- his slight moan!
"That’s it girl. You’re not bad at all."
There was a loud slap and Katie sobbed again.
"That’s what you get when you use your teeth! Now come
up here next to me and stop your fucking crying!"
She did as she was told.
They started making-out again, when part of the blanket
pulled-back and I saw Katie’s pretty, little foot. Her
little toes curled-up and she let out a moan. I figured
he was touching her under there when he said to her,
"See baby? You’re getting wet."
At that point he moved between her legs, and she let
out a little scream and started kicking her legs.
Grabbing her by the chin and kissing her he said,
"Let’s have some fun." It looked like he was doing
something between them with his hand, and at that point
she started to protest and kick again – until the
blanket was knocked off of them. Oh, sweet Christ no,
she was completely naked under the blanket! That wasn’t
a blanket that fell; it was her pants and underwear! I
tried to open the window to get in, but it wouldn’t
move. I tried once more, much harder, and it still
didn’t move -- but the fire escape did!
It only moved a little but it was enough to knock me
off balance, and I felt myself falling off our four-
story fire escape! The next thing I knew, I awoke in a
hospital. It turned out I had fallen and broken my
right leg and got a bump on the head that put me out
for three days.
Once I got all the paperwork finished, I headed back
home, hoping all I had seen was a result of hitting my
head, but all the lights were out and the house was
empty. I was still a little groggy so I decided to take
a nap, and eventually woke up to the sounds of fucking.
I made my way to Marcus’s bedroom.
The sounds of them going at it got louder the closer I
got to the room. I tried the door and found it
unlocked, probably because they didn’t know I was
there, and opened it just a crack. It took a moment for
my eyes to adjust to the dim light, but when they did I
could see Marcus’s big ass humping up and down between
Katie's legs. She had her arms and legs tangled around
him.
I heard him say to her, "Where do you want it baby?"
"In me baby. Don't take it out!"
I quietly closed the door and hurried to the bathroom
to throw-up. When I was done I returned to my stop in
the hallway and cracked the door again.
"Where is that fag of a boyfriend of yours?"
"Our deal was that you wouldn’t talk about him. Now
give me my fix -- I gave you my pussy, and remember I
get extra for letting you cum in me."
At that point he produced a needle. She held out her
arm and he proceeded to shoot her up, but almost
immediately she seemed to pass-out. I went back to my
room, took a few of the pills they gave me for pain,
and fell asleep.
Upon awakening, the light was shining through the
window and I heard the sounds of fucking still going
on. After packing some clothes into a bag, I opened the
door to leave and noticed that the TV was on in the
living room -- Marcus was there watching it. He smiled
when he saw me and said, "Hey fag, if you want to know,
she’s in there getting us a fix."
So, not only is she fucking him, but she’s his dealer
too!
"I don’t care where she is your now," I managed to say.
He laughed and said, "I also want you to know the first
time I tried to fuck her, she cried and called out for
you."
Then with a puff of his cig, "I just want you to know
it took me two days of shooting-her-up to break her.
The only way I got her to give-in was to tell her we’d
look for you when we were done."
At that point the bedroom door opened and four large,
black men walked out. One that looked to be at least
450 pounds of fat said to Marcus, "That bitch has a
tight asshole!"
My once-innocent Katie then ran out of the room naked
and jumped into Marcus’s knee. She had track-marks on
her arm and a huge, fresh tattoo all the way around her
neck that read, "Niggers Bitch." I also noticed that
she had fluid dripping from her ass and pussy, which
ran all down her legs.
She crawled up onto his lap, produced a bag of white
powder, and said, "I did a good job; look what they
gave me baby."
As the other guys walked out the door Marcus pointed at
me, "Look who I found, Whore," and she noticed me
standing there for the first time.
She ran from the room screaming, but returned in a few
seconds with a sheet wrapped around her. Now crying,
she looked at me and said, "Where were you, Honey?"
I just looked back at her, "In the hospital, you
fucking whore!"
I grabbed her hand when she tried to smack me, and at
that point Marcus got up. "I’ll give you two a couple
of minutes, but I need her back in a few -- we have
plans for tonight."
Katie then told me everything. How he’d made her get
the tattoo, and the first ten or so times they’d had
sex he’d raped her, but at some point she started to
like it. She went on to tell me that she still loved
me, but she now belonged to him. For the past two days
he’d told her that I’d left her, and she’d also been
working the streets for him. She gave me a kiss goodbye
and told me that she was too far gone for me to love
her. She ended by admitting that she thought that she
was in love with him!
Marcus reentered the room and whispered something to
her.
"Not in front of him!"
"What did I tell you about back-talk?" he yelled as he
punched her in the stomach!
She doubled-over onto the floor immediately and sobbed,
"I’m sorry, Baby," then proceeded to open his pants and
give him oral in front of me.
I grabbed my coat and walked out. I couldn’t find a new
apartment right away, so was forced to share this one
with them for the next two months, and during that time
had to watch them fuck almost nonstop. After the first
month Katie came into my room crying and said to me,
"Marcus is trying to sell me to one of his friends
because I’m pregnant!" That was the last time I ever
talked to either one of them. A month later I had a new
place.
I saw a picture of them in the paper about two years
later and read the story that Marcus and Katie both
were killed in a shoot-out with cops over a drug-bust
gone bad. They left behind four kids. Not really the
happy ending I wanted for the both of us.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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