Neighbors with Benefits Shrunken First Semester chapter 7 by maximally

Before Victoria could respond, the door creaked open again. 

"Hey, me again," said Zeke, glancing between Victoria and the tiny, mortified young man perched on her desk. "Forgot my phone." His gaze lingered on Victoria's chest just a second too long—long enough for Max to notice his stepmom's lips start to curl.

"Oh, no problem at all," said Victoria, eyeing the unmistakable, growing bulge in Zeke's sweatpants. She leaned back against the bedframe, crossing her arms beneath her breasts—pushing them up just enough to ensure Zeke's attention stayed exactly where she wanted it. The way her blouse pressed against her nipples, already stiffening under his gaze, made Max's tiny hands clench at his sides. Already, he didn't like where this was going.

"You know, Zeke," she purred, her voice thick with implication, "I really do appreciate how well you've been looking after my Maxie these past few weeks." Her fingers toyed with the hem of her low-cut blouse, tracing the swell of her cleavage. "Not every roommate would be so… accommodating."

Zeke chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets in a way that only emphasized the outline of his cock—thick and heavy, easily three times Max's size. Max could see how it twitched under Victoria's attention, even from his perch on the desk. "Hey, what are roommates for?"

"Uh, Victoria?" Max's face burned. "Weren't you saying we had somewhere to be?"

Victoria waved a dismissive hand. "Hush, sweetie. The big people are talking." She returned her attention to Zeke, licking her lips. "Say, Zeke… how's the bed in your room?"

"Does the job." Zeke shrugged, cracking a grin. "Kinda stiff, now that you mention it."

"Funny you should say that." Victoria leaned further into the mattress, the fabric creaking under her weight. "Mine's got the same problem." She paused, letting the tension coil between them before adding, "Want to help me break it in?"

Max swallowed hard. "Victoria, what the fuck—"

But Zeke was already moving, his cock straining even harder against his sweatpants as he closed the distance between them. Victoria reached out, hooking a finger into his waistband and pulling him forward until he stood between her spread thighs. Then, without another word, they started making out. The sound of their lips meeting filled the room, and Max felt his breath hitch despite himself.

Victoria's hands tangled in Zeke's hair, her lips parting eagerly as his tongue slid into her mouth. She moaned, low and throaty, her fingers tightening in his curls as he grabbed her hips, pulling her flush against him. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her cleavage heaving with each breath. His hands roamed lower, groping the ample curve of her ass through her jeans before sliding around to her front, popping the button with practiced ease.

Victoria broke the kiss with a wet smack, panting slightly. "Mm, you're pretty good at that," she teased, running a finger down Zeke's chest.

"You're not too bad yourself," he shot back, voice thick with lust.

Victoria laughed, a rich, velvety sound, before pushing him back onto the bed. She climbed over him, straddling his hips, her ass pressing down against his rock-hard cock. Max could only watch, frozen in place, as his stepmom ground against his roommate, her breasts swaying with every movement.

"Let's see what else you can do," Victoria purred, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. She tugged them down to free his already-glistening cock, and Max felt a sudden, visceral pang of inadequacy. He'd seen Zeke naked before. After all, they were roommates. Still, at Max's newfound diminished size, Zeke's nine-inch monster was big enough to crush him flat without a second thought—and the fact that his stepmom was eyeing it like an all-you-can-suck buffet didn't help.

Victoria licked her lips. "Oh, my," she murmured, wrapping her fingers around Zeke's shaft. The way her hand barely closed around his girth made Max's stomach twist with something hot and shameful.

While Zeke had already sexiled Max to the common room more times than he could count, often with girls who had caught Max's eye first, this was a completely new level of humiliation. His own stepmom, the woman who'd spent years micromanaging his life, was now sucking off his roommate right in front of him—and worse, he couldn't tear his eyes away. 

Victoria leaned down, her lips brushing the head of Zeke's cock before she took him into her mouth in one smooth motion. Zeke's head fell back against the pillows as she hollowed her cheeks, bobbing up and down with expert precision. The wet, filthy sounds of her sucking, slurping and gasping sent another jolt of heat straight to Max's groin. Victoria's head bobbed, her lips stretched obscenely around Zeke's length, her throat working as she swallowed him down again and again. Zeke's hips jerked upward as she took him deeper, her nose brushing the wiry curls at his base.

"Fuck," Zeke gasped, his voice rough. "You're—shit—you're insane at this."

Victoria pulled off with a lewd pop, her lips glistening. "That's what they tell me." She winked at Max, as if just remembering he was there, before turning her attention back to Zeke. "Now, get up."

Zeke didn't hesitate, flipping onto his hands and knees. Victoria knelt behind him, yanking her jeans down to free her own hips before positioning herself. Max's stomach dropped as Zeke lined himself up, the tip of his cock pressing against Victoria's sopping-wet pussy. Then—

"Oh—yes!" Victoria gasped, her head tipping back, her breasts bouncing as Zeke slid into her with a single, deep thrust. "Just like that—"

Zeke groaned one more time, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move, his cock disappearing into her again and again. Victoria's back arched, curves jiggling with every snap of his hips, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Meanwhile, Max still couldn't look away. Memories flooded back—Victoria bringing guys (and girls) home to fuck, the walls of their house thin enough that he could hear every moan, every creak of the bedsprings. He'd spent a truly regrettable number of nights lying in bed, listening to his stepmom get railed. But now? Now he was right there, forced to watch as Zeke — Zeke, of all people — pounded into her like she was some cheap hookup.

Victoria's nails dug into the mattress as Zeke fucked her hard and deep. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper. "Fuck," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "Harder…"

Zeke obliged, his hips slamming into hers with enough force to shake the bed. He laughed breathlessly, glancing over at Max. "Damn, dude. Your stepmom's so cool!"

Max's face burned redder than ever, but his traitorous cock twitched in response. Here he was, an 18-year-old virgin, watching the woman most responsible for his continued lack of success with girls getting railed by his own roommate. It was almost like Zeke was cucking him.

Victoria smacked Zeke's chest lightly. "Don't tease him," she chided, though her voice was more amused than scolding. Then, with a wicked grin, she added, "now… harder."

Zeke's grin matched hers. "Yes, ma'am."

He grabbed Victoria's hips, flipping her onto her hands and knees. Her ass jiggled as he pulled her back against him, his cock sliding back into her with a wet slap. Max's throat went dry. The sheer raw power of the two hyper-sexual giants in front of them — the way their bodies moved together, the way the bed groaned under their weight — was overwhelming. He was a speck compared to them, an afterthought in their world of pleasure.

Victoria's tits hung heavy beneath her, shaking with every thrust, her moans muffled against the sheets. Zeke's grip on her hips was tighter than ever, his pace relentless as he fucked her from behind, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.

"Shit," Zeke groaned, his voice strained. "You're so tight—"

Victoria whimpered, her fingers clutching the sheets. "Don't stop—please—"

Max's pulse pounded in his ears, his own arousal impossible to ignore now. He hated this. Hated how good they looked together. Hated how small he felt. But most of all, he hated how turned on he was. The way Victoria's ass bounced with every thrust, the way Zeke's muscles flexed as he drove into her—it was raw, primal, and Max couldn't deny the heat pooling in his gut.

Zeke's thrusts grew erratic, his breaths quickening as he neared the edge. Victoria reached back, gripping his thigh, her voice a whimper. "Cum in me."

For Zeke, that was all it took. With a final groan, he pressed his hips forward to bury himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he spilled into her with a shudder. Victoria clenched around him, her own climax wracking her body as she collapsed onto the bed, panting.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing.

Then Zeke pulled out, flopping onto his back beside Victoria with a satisfied sigh. "Holy fuck," he muttered, wiping his brow. "I've never cum that hard in my life."

"Aww," Victoria laughed, rolling onto her side to face him and tousling his sweaty hair. "That's nice."

Max, still frozen on the desk, felt like he was going to combust from sheer humiliation—and the lingering, traitorous heat between his legs. He was still hard, still aching, with no relief in sight. Meanwhile, Victoria and Zeke lay there, sated and smug, like they hadn't just shattered what little dignity he had left.

"You okay over there, little dude?" Zeke glanced over at him, grinning. "Hope that wasn't too awkward for you."

Victoria followed his gaze, her expression shifting into something dangerously playful. "Oh, he's fine," she cooed, propping herself up on one elbow. "Thanks for being such a good sport, sweetie. That was the first time I've had sex in, like, a week. "She smirked. "Practically a lifetime."

"Same." Zeke smirked. "So, uh… how's your bed feeling now?"

"Hmm…" Victoria stretched languidly, her breasts pressing against Zeke's side as she draped an arm over his chest. "Still feels pretty stiff…"

Zeke raised an eyebrow—more than a little surprised that Victoria was still ready to go again after what he'd considered a command performance. "Y-yeah?"

Victoria's grin was pure sin. "Yeah."

Beneath them, all Max could do was sigh. Somehow, this was his life now.