Cum Country.

“Ohh, God!! Ohhhh, Fuck!!!!!” You heard someone yell loudly and annoyingly. You were returning to your dingy apartment and your equally dinghy roommate Donna when you heard the incessant moaning. You sighed, gritted your teeth, and prepared for the worst.

You stepped up to your door, the sound of slurping and gagging a prelude to a very bad night. rolling your neck, you see an unforgivably common sight as you step through the door and into... well, you'd say your living room, but your roommate has all but claimed sovereignty over it with all the stains and fluids she leaves there.

Sitting on her cum Stained couch was Donna, she was a five-foot nothing, red-headed, pudgy piece of shit. who had several privileges that made living with her a living hell. No one seemed to pay much mind to these privileges, although you suppose you wouldn't either if you didn't have to live with her.

The first was that she didn't need to wear clothing, although she could, and you have asked her many times to do so, she ritually doesn't. Flaunting her chubby body to the world, although a lot of that fat went to her heavy breasts and massive rear. Annoyingly, you're the only one bothered by her lack of modesty when she decides to stroll around the city butt fucking naked.

Of course, that leads us to her second exception from societal norms, which was that she could engage in whatever sexual activity she wanted whenever and wherever, like right now in the living room of your apartment. Donna was moaning and howling as your lovely neighbor Gabriela kneeled between her legs. She was a bottom-heavy Latina with short black hair and olive skin. She looked eager as she sucked Donna's massive cock. That's probably what upsets you the most about her nakedness, her waving her ginormous, flopping dick everywhere she went.

That, and it was bigger than yours by a long shot, something she likes to remind you when she invades the bathroom every time you use it. Oh, which was another privilege of hers. She could invade anyone's privacy whenever she wanted. So you had to keep all your doors unlocked in case she wanted to drop by and piss on you when you were in the shower or waltz into your bedroom and fuck your underwear and cum on your bedsheets while you try to sleep.

Donna face contorted into the dumbest expression as Gabriela drove her over the edge “Ohhhhhhh Fuck!!!!!!” Donna screamed as she unloaded gallon after gallon down the poor girl's throat. At that point, Donna regained enough of her senses that she finally noticed you enter. Breathing heavily from the rare bit of exercise. Gaby, licking her shaft clean, Donna said between labored breaths. “Oh... hay... Vik... You... like... The show?” She looked at you with her trademark stupid grin.

“No Donna, I did not like the show. I never like the show. I don't like having to look at your vile cock, and I don't like you enabling Gaby's cock addiction like this. It's sick.” You all but spat. It really showed how pathetic she was that she needed to **** Gaby's condition to sleep with someone, because while she could engage in sexual activity wherever, she sure as shit couldn't find someone to engage in it with.

Donna for her part looked taken aback by your comment, like you haven't been having this same conversation every fucking day for the two years you've lived together.

“Oh ok. I see how it is, mister soon-to-be-my-personal-cum-bucket.” and we have entered into part of the conversation where she tries to fuck me, to which I tell her...

“In your dreams, piggy bitch.” You didn't mean to say it so viciously, you really didn't. She just had a way of getting under your skin. Donna looked at you in silence, and you could see hurt in her eyes, real hurt. Like you haven't been insulting and berating her for her abhorrent behavior for years. She was clearly going through something if that low ball was hitting her.

But when you rub your dick on all your roommates' mugs, shove his toothbrush up your ass, and cum into all his freshly clean laundry, you lose a lot of points in the empathy department. You do go through far too many toothbrushes for any sane man to handle. You ignore her pained looks and teary eyes as you make your way to your bedroom and pray to whoever is out there that she just leave you the fuck alone.

But as Donna forces Gaby out of her apartment, she has no plans of leaving you alone. She walks over to the dining table and retrieves an old book, The oldest book. She thumbs through the pages until she finds the spells she's looking for, and as tears roll down her face like drops of blood from a freshly broken heart, she starts the process to turn your world upside down and inside out.