Was there a little femdom with my roommate?

"How did you get here?" I asked Ute once I recovered a little and my cock was stowed away.

"I came with others, but they already left," Ute replied.

"How about if we drive back the three of us, and you come to my dorm?"

"Mmmhh, sounds good, bad boy."

I asked Marc, my roommate, if we could go and take Ute with us.

He was still quiet from the whole thing, but he nodded yes. He was surprised that he got a hard-on from watching Ute fuck me, even if he didn't like that at all, seeing his crush so openly being a slut with another man and being so mean to him. Weird. But he did go to the bathroom to masturbate, and he came very quickly. Again, very weird the whole thing.

"OK, let's go," I said.

We walked to Marc's car, and Ute and I sat in the backseat, me in the middle and Ute on the right. Even before Marc could put the car key in the ignition slot, Ute asked him, "Is it OK, Marc, if I make your roommate's big cock hard again?" She was looking at him in the rearview mirror, watching how he would react.

"I'd rather not," he answered.

"Come on, Marc, he has such a great cock! Don't you want to see me sucking it?" Ute replied. "Just a couple of quick licks. No harm done."

"Please, no," Marc still tried.

"Didn't you get a little hard just from watching us before? I think you did, Marc." Ute looked diabolically at him.

"Did you go to the toilet and wank your little weeny off? How small is it, Marc? Is it 3 inches (4 cm)? Perhaps 3 and half? Now tell me the truth, Marc."

"Yes, I did," Marc answered in a very low voice.

"Ah, good boy. Did you hold it in your hand, or do you only need two fingers when you wank yourself? Is it really that small? I want to see it, once we arrive at your dorm, and compare it with my stud's cock."

Silence from Marc's side.

I think you used two fingers, Marc. Thumb and index, isn't that so? Wanking quickly that mini pecker of yours up and down between just two fingers? Tell me, Marc, did you come in less than a minute, thinking of us? Did you shoot your spunk quickly? " Ute asked.

"Yes." Marc again said in a low voice, ashamed of Ute's drilling questions. How could she know all this?

"Good, then I will make sure you get another upright little pecker while driving. Just adjust your mirror so you can watch my tongue doing miracles." Ute directed him.

Ute turned towards me, giving me a horny look, and placed a warm hand on my thigh.

"Schatzi, I am going to suck your cock, but let me get comfortable first so our chauffeur can enjoy the show," Ute whispered.

She took off her very thin top and placed it on the seat to her right. Next, she lifted her great hard butt and pulled down her skirt.

Ute was now sitting, besides her flat sexy sandals, completely naked in the car, the nipples on her teardrop-shaped breasts rock hard from the erotic moment of her little public show. If any car were to overtake us, they would see a very nice 19-year-old, with a slender body, naked babe, soon doing all those things a man could only dream of.

"My lovely stud," Ute spoke to me, "I need to apply some lipstick before I mark your cock as my territory. Once I am leaning towards the mirror, could you please make that impossible to do, and finger my pussy?"

She didn't wait for my answer and crawled her naked, slender body on all fours through the middle of the car, between the two front seats, until she was halfway. Her waist was now exactly between the two front seats, her tits hanging down nicely, pointing towards the floor, very close to Marc's right arm. Since it was an automatic, his right arm didn't have much to do.

It was hard to keep her balance, so she placed her left arm on Marc's thigh. In her right hand she had her lipstick and was still leaning on it as well. Even then, she was able to look teasingly over her left shoulder at me, wiggling her gorgeous ass, indicating that I could freeuse both holes.

I could still see some white goo of mine in her used slit, a thin but long cum rope hanging from it. Her backdoor looked dry. I decided it was backdoor time for my new slut, scooped up the rope of cum, and brought it with my index finger to her tight anus opening.

If Ute's speculation about Marc's little erect wiener was correct and I have such huge paws, my index finger is exactly twice the size compared to his little erect apology for men, having a little over 3 inches (8 cm).

Ute opened her lipstick case and rolled the bright red stick up. The color reminded me somehow of the cock's head red after an orgasm, due to increased blood flow. But her lipstick was much brighter.

Holding herself as steady as possible, her left hand still on my roommate's upper thigh, close to his crotch, she raised her right arm up to her lips to apply the lipstick, making her tits hang so low that the nipples were rubbing back and forth over Marc's right arm.

Time to finger her anus, I decided, and inserted my index finger all the way to its second knuckle, that finger covered with my cum remains, giving it just enough lubrication to penetrate.

"Oooohh!" Ute squealed, grabbing Marc's thigh hard and lowering her right hand again to stabilize herself on the passenger seat, smearing some red lipstick on the fake seat leather.

Ute smiled, accepting the challenge. She moved her left hand more to the left, now half on Marc's crotch, and raised her right hand again, trying to be quicker than me.

I pushed my finger deeper, reaching the back of the hand.

"OH!" She yelped again, enjoying the sensation, but could not apply any lipstick quickly enough. She again had to steady herself with her right hand, forgetting the lipstick it was holding, smearing some more red across the seat.

She had to do something; she kept losing her balance, and my stud is merely starting his task, she thought.

She had to have her left hand a bit more to the left so she could use her left shoulder as well and lean against the backrest of the driver's seat. She moved her left hand, finding a wide flat spot on Marc's pants, without even looking at what or where it was.

Now I am ready to fight! Ute thought, smiling. She decided to provoke me and wiggled her anus on my finger.

"Is that all you got?" She asked me teasingly, looking at me through the rearview mirror, her eyes lustful.

She now watched herself in the mirror and raised her right hand again to continue with our challenge.

"You are quite the little slut, aren't you Ute?" I whispered to her, but not loud enough for my roommate to hear it.

I quickly shoved my index finger in and out of her brown hole, like five, six times, to get it ready for another finger joining it.

"Oh. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh," she moaned, forgetting her task at hand. Too much pleasure going on inside her poop hole. She didn't even realize she was grabbing Marc's crotch with her left hand.

But she then noticed that her left hand was touching wet fabrics. She steadied herself with her right hand and looked at the stain below her other hand.

Marc had just come in his pants! And she only touched him once or twice down there. She had to laugh loudly.

"MARC! THAT IS SO FUNNY! YOU ALREADY CAME!"

Ute kept laughing. "Is that all you can handle? Two gropes by accident and cumming like a baby within a minute?" Ute kept chuckling. This was soooo funny!

Ute added, "My stud needed, even if he was half drunk at the party and horny as hell, at least 20 minutes of me fucking him before he filled my pussy with hot cum. Imagine what he will do to me once we reach your dorm. He already shot once his load, so the second load may take hours if he wants to."

This was actually true, what Ute said, without knowing me. When I have had a certain amount of booze, I cum quicker. Less control, I guess. Besides that, I also have a "fuck-modus," as I call it, which makes my brain go cold-hearted, and I can fuck a slut for hours, controlling the moment when my balls get to shoot their load. But switching from the cold-hearted modus to cumming still takes at least 2 or 3 minutes. The sluts do not mind.

One little secret of mine: My fuck-modus is only possible with women I do not love (yet). With women I love, it is a whole different story.

As she was laughing at Marc, I shoved in both fingers. Surprise, baby!

"Oooooh," Ute softly wailed, loving the mix of pain and penetration.

This reminded her that she did not have much time left until we reached the campus and that she had to at least mark my cock with her red lipstick. Quickly using my distraction while I was trying to finger her with two fingers, she raised her right hand and was able to apply the first line of bright red. Not perfect, but for sure better than expected!

To make her pleasure clear to me, she wiggled again on my fingers and whispered, "That is not deep enough, my dear fuckboy."

What a slut! I did as she ordered and started seriously finger-fucking her, trying to get those two fingers as deep as possible, but could only go two and a half knuckles deep since my folded ring finger was blocking just before I would reach the third knuckle. I knew from experience that my big fingers do not have the flexibility to insert only three fingers; the "strain" or "pull" on my pinkie is simply too big.

But I can always insert four fingers. I just needed her brown hole opened up. And so, I did. I took my two fingers out of her anus and slid four inside her wet cunt to get some lubrication.

"Aaaargh," Ute cried.

This was unexpected. But the pleasure in her cunt sent bolts of electricity all the way to her hard nipples, her vagina walls trying to grab my flat hand.

I only needed lube, so I half-fisted her perhaps three or four times and pulled my hand out, shoving it right away into her anus, but gently, still, getting the fingers in up to the second knuckle. Not bad. I was, of course, not immune to this bitch in heat and what she did to my cock's stiffness. Hard as a rock.

"Ute," I commanded, "come back here and finish the lipstick here; my cock is waiting for you impatiently, and for sure it has more than 3 inches (8 cm)." Taking my fingers out.

"No more fisting my little poop hole?" She pouted. "Do I get a raincheck?"

"I owe you one." I answered, "Now come over here and suck your territory, babe."

"Have to go wetty," Ute said to humiliate Marc and crawled backwards.

Ute sat next to me again and looked at the tent in my shorts.

"Nice." She said, applying her lipstick slowly, making it a show, indicating what was going to happen next.

"Look, Marc," Ute spoke to my roommate, looking at him in the rearview mirror. "My lipstick is all good; I will now suck his beautiful cock."

She turned towards me and started opening my shorts without too much ceremony.

"Lift." She simply said it as the button was undone and the zipper all the way open.

"I lifted my ass from the seat, and she pulled down my shorts. My cock bounced up, like a coiled spring, after being stuck for a short moment in my shorts.

"Ah," Ute teased, "His cock is waving at me, Marc."

"Sit right in the middle, big boy, so your roommate can watch us in the mirror." She ordered.

I did as I was told and moved more to the right. She placed her face next to my cock, flat on my crotch, and looked towards Marc in the mirror.

"Look at me, Marc," she said. "Can you see us well?"

"Yes," Marc answered slowly.

"Good," she replied. "Now watch my lips take that big boy Marc."

Ute parted her lips as she sank her head down towards my big cockhead while looking from the corner of her eyes at Marc, teasing him. Her mouth now wide open, the big fat mushroom slipped into her mouth, impaling her from above.

"Mmmmph" was the sound Ute made, like air escaping from a narrow hole where a piston was forcefully driven in.

She pushed harder and more cock went in, her warm wet mouth dying for more shaft.

"Ummff." Was what Ute emitted as sound. Her head went further down as I raised my hips to meet her, my cock now hardening and growing every second. As I was halfway in with my fuck-pole, Ute swirled her tongue around it, cupping my excited balls and then again looking at Marc in the mirror, showing him what a real cock looked like.

She started moving her head up and down, her mouth trying to cope with its size, her lips fully enclosed on my shaft, leaving only room for muffled noises.

"Ummfff! Ummfff! Ummfff!"

I didn't have to hold her head; she was, as a 19-year-old slut, already very experienced with sucking cocks, as it appeared to me, and was with each push still sinking my cock deeper inside her. Somehow, I thought that her gag reflex was worn down because she didn't cough or anything. She must have had plenty of practice in the past. As she pulled her head up again, my cock slipped out of her mouth, leaving a thin rope of precum hanging between her mouth and my cockhead. She quickly made two slurps, catching it all, then swallowing it, before continuing to lower her head again, sucking her cheeks in. She got very close to having my entire cock in the back of her throat as we reached our dorm.

Marc announced the arrival while being fixated, watching her suck me so deep. Ute pulled her head back and looked at Marc, her lips all shiny from the spit she used to accommodate my large shaft. She smiled and got out of the car naked, but for her shoes, quickly walking around the car to the driver's window, telling him to roll down his window.

Marc was speechless, showing big round eyes and his mouth open, but did as he was told. Ute took his head in both her hands and French-kissed him. He could taste my cock on her breath and tried to pull back his head, but she was holding him strongly, and he had **** but to accept her tongue.

After at least two minutes of him tasting me, Ute stopped kissing and praised him:

"Good boy!" Smiling wickedly at him.

She then walked back to her side, opened the door, and grabbed her clothes and handbag.

"Shall we fuck?" She asked me in such a debauched way that my cock started twitching like crazy. Seeing the result of that sole sentence, she smiled and walked to my side.

I got out, forgetting to put my hard cock back into my shorts, but I didn't care anymore. She took my erect cock by the shaft and directed me by holding it to our dorm, walking naked in front of me. She had to let go of my cock as she walked up the stairs, a couple of stair steps higher than me, but instead, she gave me a lovely show of her shiny, lubricated, hairless cunt through the gap space she had between her legs.

Marc was still sitting in his car, stunned by what just happened to him. But his little pecker, as Ute called it, was rock hard again.

To be continued.