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 ï>¿The Dorm Life by sagesell

   The Dorm Life Ch.  01

   A single guy fully satisfies two girls in his dorm room.

   Steve and I were assigned as roommates in our college dormitory.  The
dormitory was coed, with boys living on the first floor and girls on the
upper floors.  At first, Steve and I settled into a normal college life. 
Monday through Thursday, we were pretty good about going to class and
taking care of business.  We made our grades.  On the weekends, we hit up
parties.

   A couple of months into our first semester, things changed.  One Friday
night after a diligent week of school, Steve and I hit up a house party
together with some of the girls who lived upstairs in our dormitory. 
Julie, Karen, and Sara all went with us.  We spent a few hours at the
party, drinking beer out of red cups, dancing, and bullshitting with each
other.  During the party, Julie was getting all over me and Sara was
hanging on Steve.  Karen had disappeared.  After downing one last beer and
embracing a solid buzz, the girls ran off for a second to locate Karen. 
They found her making out with a random dude, pulled her away, and the five
of us headed back to the dormitory.

   Karen was pretty slammed, so she headed back to her bed.  But Julie and
Sara came to down to our room.  We lowered the lights, but I could still
see the girls' athletic bodies in the dimmed light.  Julie was a redhead
with shoulder length straight hair, about 5'6" with a nice, round ass and
breasts that were properly sized for her body.  Sara was a bit taller, at
5'8" or so.  She had with long, dark hair with gentle curls.  Her breasts
were a bit smaller than Julie's, but I swear there wasn't an ounce of fat
on Sara's slim body.

   After a few minutes making out, Julie settled in next to me on the
bottom bunk, and Sara climbed up on the top bunk with Steve.  Lubricated by
alcohol, things progressed quickly.  I had Julie's top off in no time, and
I could hear things seemingly moving along at a similar rate between Steve
and Sara.  Julie was kissing me ferociously, and before long our clothes
were totally off.  Her breasts were in my hands and tongue was in my mouth.
She had my body pinned to the bottom bunk, straddling me and dipping her
tongue aggressively into my mouth.

   I could hear Steve and Sara screwing around on the top bunk.  The bed
frame was rocking a bit, I could hear Steve breathing heavily.  I was
betting that Sara was rubbing his cock.  In the meantime Julie began to
kiss down my stomach, and before I knew it, she took me into her mouth. 
Her mouth was soft and warm and wonderful.

   As Julie lapped masterfully at my cock, Steve started making noise.  "Oh
shit, girl.  Fuck.  I'm coming!  Oh fuck!" Steve had already come, just
from Sara teasing his cock with her hand.  As Julie continued to lick me,
it seemed like the action on the upper bunk had finished up.  I could hear
whispering.  It sounded like Sara was trying to prod Steve into action, but
he grunted something at her that sounded like, "I wanna sleep."

   Julie must have heard this, too, because she looked up at me and quietly
said, "I hope we're not done yet." I shook my head at her, smiled and said,
"We're nowhere near done." At that, without saying a word, she climbed up
my body, positioned her pussy over my cock and impaled herself with a
gentle moan.  Julie's pussy was tight and buttery, and I slid easily
inside. She pressed her hands on my chest began humping away at me,
grunting gently with each insertion and reinsertion.

   As she fucked my rock hard member in and out, she smiled down at me and
commented, "That feels amazing, Mike." And she was starting to get carried
away already.  Julie quickened her pace and began to grind her pelvis back
and forth over my cock and lower abdomen.  "Fucking hell, Mike," she
groaned.  After grinding for a few minutes, she shifted onto her knees and
bounced up and down on me.  Julie was fucking me with aggression, going
faster and faster and moaning louder and louder.  I could feel her pussy
shuddering over my cock.  With amazement, I suddenly realized that it was
about to come.

   At that very same moment, my eyes caught sight of Sara.  Her head was
poking out from the upper bunk, where she was lying next to Steve, who was
now snoring audibly.  Sara stared down at Julie and me with unmitigated
lust.  As Sara ogled us, Julie ground her cunt more and more ferociously
over me.  Sara and I locked eyes and stared at each other just as Julie
started to spasm on top of me.  Julie announced, "I'm gonna.  Mike---it's
gonna.  My pussy is gonna come.  Mike.  Mike!  It's cumm-----! 
Ohhhhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuck." I pulled Julie's chest against mine while her
spasming pussy pooled moisture on my belly, and the entire time Sara and I
maintained eye contact.  Julie shuddered and shook for what seemed like an
eternity.  And through every moment of the protracted orgasm Sara's face
showed undisguised lust jealousy.  There was no mistaking it.  Sara wanted
to fuck me, too.  Her cunt wanted to feel the same massive orgasm Julie's
was enjoying.

   As the contractions roaring through Julie's pussy sputtered and died
out, she managed to grunt out, "Oh my god, Mike.  That was -"that was
incredible." I replied, "We're not done yet, girl" and lifted Julie up off
my cock.  Taking care not to bump her head on the upper bunk, I arranged
her mostly limp body so that she was on her back and her opening was right
on the edge of the lower bunk.  Then I stepped off the bed, stood upright,
and buried myself back deep into her.

   I was pretty sure Julie had no idea that Sara was gawking at us, though
I'm not sure Julie would have cared.  Julie was making no effort to be
quiet.  But from my standing new vantage point, I could pump myself in and
out of Julie, while my head was right up next to Sara.

   As I thrust hungrily in and out of Julie, I looked onto the top bunk. 
Steve was fast asleep -"passed out.  He must have had more to drink than I
noticed.  Sara had her head perched over the side of the upper bunk.  Her
shirt had been removed earlier, and her pert, petite breasts were in clear
view.  She was naked except for a pair of skimpy, light blue panties.  With
her left hand she grasped the edge of the bed, supporting her body as she
looked down at the horny, fucking couple beneath her.  Sara's right hand,
meanwhile, was stuffed inside her panties, and like a slut in mad heat she
was furiously rubbing at her clit.

   The sight of Sara masturbating turned me on, and so I doubled the
pounding I was giving Julie.  The bed was shaking loudly, and Julie moaned
with every one of my thrusts.  There was nothing quiet about our sex, and
no doubt folks throughout the dorm could hear me drilling her cunt, banging
the bed frame over and over into the wall.

   Julie was in a trance.  The pleasure radiating from her pussy had her in
a semi-conscious state.  Still, she -managed to babble, "I think -"it's
gonna -"I think -"it's gonna -"come.  My pussy! -"is gonna!--come!" And
with a low, guttural animal groan, a second orgasm raged in her cunt.  I
continued to hump her like a madman, burying myself to the bottom of her
depths over and over as it came.

   The moment was too intense for Sara.  She wanted to get fucked, and she
wanted it desperately.  In a single smooth motion, Sara peeled her panties
off, threw her legs over the bed, and lowered herself to the ground.  Her
feet touched the floor right next to mine, and she threw her arms up around
my neck, pocking my neck with kisses.

   I wanted to kiss her back, and so I slowed and then stopped pumping into
Julie, as Julie's orgasm gently subsided.  Julie opened her eyes, and
looked up at us from her back on the bed.

   "I want you to fuck me, Mike.  I want you to make me come," Sara
declared.  She turned to her friend.  "Julie, let me have a turn with him."

   "No way," Julie replied.  "This is the best cock I've ever had.  I'm not
sharing." Julie pointed at the corner of the room.  "You can sit over there
on the floor and watch him fuck me if you want, though.  I don't care if
you masturbate."

   Sara was crestfallen, but obedient.  She plopped her naked body in the
corner of the dorm room to which Julie had banished her and resumed
fingering at her clit.  Julie pulled me out, and flipped over onto
all-fours.  She pointed her tight, wet pussy up at me.  Wagging her cunt at
me, she turned her head and commanded, "Fuck me more, Mike.  I want to come
more."

   There was no hesitation on my part.  My rock-hard member was deep inside
instantly, and Julie's pussy immediately started oozing thick wetness over
my cock.  I grasped her hips firmly and thumped her hard and fast.  Our
flesh slapped together, the bed banged loudly against the wall, and Julie
squealed with delight.  We fucked with so much intensity that things were
falling off shelves.

   Julie's little pussy started to squeeze my cock, and I knew it was
coming again.  Julie moaned loudly and her cunt gushed as it came.  "Three
times already!  Three---fucking---times!" She bellowed as another orgasm
pulsed in her vagina.

   And then, out of nowhere, while Julie's cunt throbbed through its third
climax and I pumped away at it, Sara stood up, came over and intervened. 
Sara grabbed ahold of me from behind and pulled me back.  My penis popped
free from Julie's spurting pussy.  Julie let out a desperate whimper at my
exit and humped her ass desperately backwards in the air toward where I had
been, trying to locate my dislodged cock.  The shock and unexpectedness of
Sara's violence startled me, and I stumbled backwards and fell on my back,
my boner sticking directly up in the air like a flag pole.

   Sara stepped over my shoulders and fell to her knees, impaling her cunt
on my cock instantly.  She immediately began riding me ferociously, reverse
cowgirl.  It felt amazing.  Julie's orgasm was finished, but she was still
recovering from it.  She turned around weakly and rose from the bed to
confront Sara.

   "Don't fuck with me Julie," Sara warned.  "I need to get off.  I really,
really need to get my shit off.  So just stay the fuck away till I get my
come.  You might be my best friend, but I will fuck you up permanently if
you mess with me right now."

   Julie took Sara's advice, and simply stood over her sex-crazed friend,
watching us copulate.  Sara fucked me like a bitch in heat.  She ground her
cunt into me and wailed as her pussy was filled by my cock.  And in less
than a minute, she was indeed getting her desired come.  "You're making it,
Mike!  You're making it!  My!---pussy!---is!---coming!" She let out a loud
moan as her cunt pulsated over my cock and squirted onto my thighs.

   After riding out her orgasm for another 30 seconds, Sara crumpled onto
me, pressing her breasts against my chest.  Julie grabbed her friend by the
scalp and commanded, "You got off, now get off of him so I can have another
turn!" Sara protested Julie's order while she caught her breath, "No.  No.
Oh wow.  No.  Please.  Please let me---have one more---orgasm." I was
concerned that things were about to get violent, and so I took matters into
my own hands.

   "Stop fighting.  I can satisfy you both.  Julie, get back on the bed and
bend over.  Sara, get off of me and line up doggystyle next to your
friend." Both girls followed my directives, bending over next to one
another with their pussies sticking out at me.

   I pressed my way into Julie first, and pumped her hard until she was
bucking herself against me for her pussy's fourth climax of the night. 
Switching, I quickly dipped my cock in Sara and fucked her hard and fast.
In less than a minute she was thrashing and moaning her way through her
cunt's second orgasm of the evening.

   This was finally too much for me.  I had reached my boiling point.  As
Sara's twat came down from its orgasm, I pulled my cock out of her and
aimed it at her gorgeous, athletic ass.  I grunted, and semen sprayed out
of me, painting Sara's gorgeous ass.  It felt like I came for 15 minutes.
An enormous quantity of come poured out me.

   When my cock finally stopped pulsing, I pushed Sara and Julie's asses
apart and collapsed on the bed between them.  Their pussies were more than
satisfied.  Naked, the three of us drifted off to sleep in the bed
together, spent.



   The Dorm Life Ch.  02

   Another girl eavesdrops on their threesome.

   I was having trouble sleeping, wide awake on the top bunk of my dorm
room on Friday night.  In a comfortable t-shirt and a loose pair of pink
pajama bottoms, I tossed and turned.  But sleep eluded me.  I was horny. 
So horny I couldn't rest.  All I wanted to do was to reach down into my
pajama bottoms and rub my button until it came.  But I couldn't just go
touching myself like an idiot.  After all, my roommate, Kristen, was
sleeping right beneath me on the bottom bunk of our dorm room.

   We were freshman, and we lived on the second floor of a coed dorm.  Both
of us kept on the straight and narrow path -"studying diligently and
avoiding the temptation to party.  I had spent my Friday night studying at
the library and then come back to the room.  Kristen had stayed in,
watching something on TV.  We talked briefly after I returned, and then
turned the lights out.  And so here I was, awake, trying to distract myself
from the desperate need to reach between my thighs.

   As I tossed and turned, I began to hear noises coming from the room
beneath us.  Beneath our floor of the dormitory (our floor was all-female),
there was an all-boys floor.  And in the room right underneath us, I could
hear something that sounded an awful lot like sex.

   I strained my ears.  Faintly at first, the unmistakable noise of a bed
rocking back and forth was audible.  I moved my ear to the edge of the bed
to try and hear better.  As I did, I heard a female voice exclaim up
through the floor, "That feels amazing, Mike!" I gasped, and felt warm
moisture flood the inside of my pussy.  Someone was definitely getting
fucked.  The sounds of the rocking bed and the girl getting it in were just
too much for me.  I absolutely had to take care of my pussy, or I was going
to go crazy.  The bathroom -"that would work.  Surely I could quickly rub
one out in the bathroom.  I quietly climbed down off the bed and took a
peek at Kristen.  She appeared to be sleeping.  Leaving my roommate to
rest, I tiptoed out of the room and into the empty corridor.  It was late
enough that most of the girls had retired to their rooms for the night.

   For a moment, I turned left toward the bathroom.  But I stopped after
the first step.  The sounds of the mating couple from the floor below were
burned into my head, and a naughty thought occurred to me.  I could go
downstairs and listen to them quickly before returning upstairs and
touching myself.  After all, it was very late.  The hallway on the boy's
floor was probably deserted.

   And so I quickly snuck down the stairway onto the first floor.  And soon
I was on the floor, I could hear fucking.  I went in the direction of the
noise and pinpointed it to room 008.  As I had guessed, the hallway of the
boy's floor was empty.  I stood and pressed my head against the door and
heard the girl's voice again.

   "I'm gonna.  Mike---it's gonna.  My pussy is gonna come.  Mike.  Mike!
It's cumm-----!  Ohhhhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuck."

   The sound of the girl in the room coming was the hottest thing I'd ever
listened to.  There was no way I could wait any longer.  Sitting on the
ground with my back to door and spreading my legs, I quickly reached down
under the waistband of my pajama bottoms, finding my clit.  I turned my
head to the side so that my ear was against the door.  It didn't matter
that I was sitting in a hallway listening to some strange boy -"Mike was
his name -"and spying on him while he plunged in and out of a girl's cunt.
I didn't care that anyone might come walking down the hallway at any
moment. My pussy was aching, and it demanded immediate attention.  As horny
as I was, I don't think I could have kept myself from masturbating if I had
been standing on a crowded street corner.

   I began to rub circles under my clit.  I heard some talking from within
the room that I couldn't quite make out, and then I heard the sound of
flesh pounding into flesh and a bed frame banging against the wall.  They
were fucking more!  This Mike was an animal.  My hand was flying over my
clit as I listened to the girl moan with delight.  Oh how I wanted to be
her.  I wanted to throw open the door, shove the lucky girl aside and
spread my legs for him.  I wanted my pussy filled with Mike's cock and
pounded to a climax.

   I'd only ever had sex with one boy, my now-ex-boyfriend from high
school, and he never made me make noises like this girl.  He never even
made my pussy come.  We were young, and he was an amateur.

   And then I heard her coming again, this time even louder than the last
time.  ""I think -"it's gonna -"I think -"I'm gonna -"come.  My pussy! -"is
gonna!--come!" I heard her orgasm again with a deep guttural groan, panting
like a dog in heat.  Through it all the boy was unrelenting.  He was
fucking her so hard that the bed frame smashed into the wall and the door
against my ear rattled in its frame.

   My pussy was getting close, very close, to enjoying its own orgasm.  And
then I heard a sound I had definitely not expected.  I heard the sound of a
different girl's voice!  And she was asking -"no -"begging for a chance to
have sex with the boy, with Mike.  And the other girl was arguing with her.
She was telling her no!  I couldn't handle any more.  The sheer lewdness of
two girls lusting after the same boy, fighting over the chance to fuck him
pushed me into the beyond.

   My cunt came.  It came like it never came before.  I panted
breathlessly, and tried to make as little noise as possible as my head
stretched up and back against the door and my legs shook and my cunt
throbbed.  It gushed as it came.  My panties were soaked through, as were
my pajama bottoms.  The smell of sex emanated from me.  And still I kept
coming.  I thought my orgasm might go on forever, until I heard voices from
down the hall.  Male voices.  And footsteps.

   "I don't know.  Brooke can be a little annoying, even if she's hot."

   I yanked my hand out of my pajamas and willed my pussy to stop spasming
as two boys rounded the corner into sight.  It did not obey.

   "I just don't agree with you, man.  I think she's cool---"

   The two of them spotted me and stopped.  I looked down at the ground as
my pussy pulsed with a final satisfied contraction.  There was no way I
could make eye contact with them.  I let out a muffled whimper as my cunt's
last spasm shook me.  The first boy looked curiously at me and asked, "Are
you okay?"

   They hadn't pieced together what I was up to.  I was still breathing
heavily.  Looking up at them, all I managed was "Umm," in between my soft
panting.  My mind raced trying to imagine ways to explain what I had been
doing to these two boys.  There had to be a lie to get me out of this
situation.

   But then a moan leaked through the door.  A satisfied, female, sexual
moan.  And then the rhythmic sound of a bed frame pounding against a wall.
The jig was up.

   The second boy looked knowingly at me and laughed.  "Dude, she's
eavesdropping on some couple that's fucking!" He pointed at the soaked
crotch of my pajama bottoms.  "And she was jilling her pussy off to it!"

   The humiliation was too much for me.  I stood up, pushed my way between
the boys, and raced up the stairs back to my dorm room at full speed,
rushing through to door into the safety of my dorm room as fast as my legs
would take me.



   The Dorm Life Ch.  03

   Her roommate catches her masturbating to the sound of sex.

   I was almost asleep, and then Angie rolled over in the bunk bed above me
again, causing it to creak.  She was often restless in her bunk, and I was
a light sleeper.  Tonight she was keeping me awake, and I was starting to
get annoyed.  For five more minutes, I struggled to sleep, but Angie kept
shaking our bunks as she tossed and turned.

   Finally, I was about to slip away into dreamland when an unexpected
sound brought me back to full consciousness.  It sounded like -"could it be
someone fucking?  I sat totally still and silent and listened as closely as
possible.  There was no doubt about it.  Someone was having sex.  I could
hear the familiar rhythmic rocking of a bed and a female voice grunting in
delight.  It sounded like it was coming up through the floor.  I guess one
of the boys in the room beneath ours was getting it in.

   It had been far too long since my pussy had gotten a good, satisfying
fucking.  I had been ready to fall asleep moments ago, but now I could feel
moisture growing between my legs.  The fucking couple was turning me on. 
Very cautiously, I let my right hand drift under my panties.  Careful not
to make any movements that Angie could detect, I let my fingers dip inside.
God, I was soaked.  Very gently I brought them up to my clit.  It was
throbbing, begging me to rub it.  I reluctantly withdrew my hand.  It
wasn't like I could just masturbate with my roommate lying in the bed right
above me.

   Above me, I could hear Angie shift again.  Could she hear the fucking,
too?  And then I heard the female voice speaking.  I could faintly make out
the words, "That feels amazing, Mike!"

   Just then, Angie climbed off the bed and was standing on the floor next
to me.  I closed my eyes and stayed perfectly still, feigning sleep.  Angie
lingered next to me for a moment, then opened the door and stepped out of
the room.  I had fooled her into thinking I was asleep.

   Listening attentively to the fucking in the room below me, it took a
minute for me to realize that I had the room to myself.  Did I have time to
get my pussy off before Angie returned?  Probably not.  How frustrating.

   The intensity of the sex below me was picking up.  I could hear the girl
making louder noises, and then all of a sudden I could hear the girl coming
-"and announcing it!  "I'm gonna.  Mike--it's gonna.  My pussy is gonna
come.  Mike.  Mike!  It's cumm---!  Ohhhhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuck."

   My cunt was screaming at me for attention, and there was no controlling
it now.  I had to rub it.  It needed to come.  It demanded an orgasm.

   I pushed my pajama bottoms and panties off and pulled the sheets of the
lower bunk up over my lower naked half.  After dipping my middle finger
into my drenched opening, I began to gently rub and my clit with it.  God
it felt so good.

   I could hear the lucky girl moaning even louder than before, and the
bedframe below was banging against the wall.  The copulating couple was
making no effort to hide its activities.  They sounded so hot.  My fingers
ran over my pussy faster and faster, willing my way toward orgasm.

   From the room beneath me, I heard the satisfied girl screaming about
another orgasm.  "I think -"it's gonna -"I think -"I'm gonna -"come.  My
pussy! -"is gonna!-come!"

   As I listened to the boy -"Mike was his name -"fuck the girl to another
soaring climax, I realized how much I yearned for a hard cock to fuck.  I
wanted to trade places with the orgasming girl.  I wanted my pussy pumped
aggressively by a strong, hard dick until it was satisfied.  No.  It was
more than desire.  My pussy needed to get fucked.  It demanded sex.

   I rubbed my pussy with increased earnestness, racing toward an impending
orgasm.  As my right hand worked furiously at my clit, I reached my left
hand down and began pumping two fingers in and out of my soaked opening. 
Mike was still fucking the lucky girl like he was some kind of machine, no
doubt railing her toward a third orgasm.  Oh god, my pussy adored the sexy
noises they were making.

   I rubbed faster and twisted my fingers deeper into my cunt.  My
breathing came fast, and I panted uncontrollably, tightening my legs and
arching my back.  The first waves of orgasm began to rise outward from
between my legs.  My pussy needed this climax more than it had ever needed
a climax before.

   Suddenly the door burst open and light from the hallway flooded in at
me. Angie was back, and she was looking right at me.  I stopped
masturbating, leaving my cunt right on the brink, ruining the massive
orgasm that had been about to overtake me.

   I had been caught jilling.  There was no mistaking what I was up to.  I
was breathing loudly -"panting, really -"and the room smelled strongly of
my soaked pussy.

   In that instant, as Angie stood by the door looking at me, it's hard to
say if I was more embarrassed or more frustrated by my ruined orgasm.  I
could still hear fucking coming up from beneath us, and my pussy was still
imploring me to claw at it till it came.  But I couldn't just masturbate
with my roommate in the room like some kind of insane sex addict, right?

   After what seemed like an eternity, Angie climbed back onto the top bunk
of her bed.  I was completely humiliated.  Could I ever look my roommate in
the eye again?

   Over the sound of the still-fucking couple below, Angie broke the
awkward silence.  "Kristen?  I know you're awake."

   "What?" I responded sheepishly.

   "Listen.  I know you were masturbating.  And it's okay.  I left the room
earlier so that I could masturbate, too.  I was frustrated, and I needed to
get off."

   Her admission stunned me.  I said nothing.  Angie paused.  From the room
below the sound of fucking was growing louder.  In the silence, Angie and I
could both hear the girl coming again, announcing her third orgasm.  My
jealous pussy ached with desire.

   "It was silly for me to leave the room", Angie continued.  "Neither of
us should have to leave our room just because we need to rub one out." She
paused for a moment again.  "Listen, Kristen.  I want you to finish.  It
really won't bother me.  This is your room, and you should feel free to
touch yourself in here any time you like.  And that means whether I'm here
or not."

   The sound of satisfying sex continued to rise up through the floor into
our room.  I was uncertain if Angie was serious about her proposed
arrangement, but my pussy desperately wanted to come.  I finally managed to
speak.  "Are you sure, Angie?"

   "I'm 100% sure.  As long as you let me touch myself whenever I need to
in here, too," Angie answered confidently.

   "That's a fair deal," I replied.  And I resumed touching myself
immediately.  Again, my right hand probed greedily at my clit while my left
hand pumped in and out of my pussy.  I was working at myself rapidly,
jostling the bunkbed as I masturbated.

   In the room below, Mike was apparently unrelenting.  Sounds of fucking
continued to fill our room.  "God, Angie.  I wish I were the girl that was
getting fucked right now."

   "There are two.  Two different girls getting fucked by the same guy,"
Angie clarified.

   That thought turned me on even more.  This Mike was satisfying more than
one girl.  He sounded superhuman.  I wanted him -"I wanted him to fuck my
pussy.  "Then I wish I were either one of them.  Or a third girl in there
with them.  I just want to get fucked."

   I rubbed furiously at my clit.  I was on the edge of my climax again.

   "Kristen," Angie spoke.  "I'm touching myself, too.  I can't help it. 
I'm just too turned on."

   It was the end for me.  The sound of Mike fucking two girls, my ruined
orgasm, and now the fact that my roommate was masturbating in the bunk
directly above me, it was too much.  The sheer ludeness of it all was more
than I could take.

   My pussy clenched and came, throbbing violently and shooting electricity
through my body.  "Ohhhh gaaaaaaaaaawd," I bellowed.  "Fuuuuuuuck." As my
cunt shuddered over and over again, I lifted my pelvis into the air,
fucking it up at no one in particular.  No orgasm had ever consumed me as
fully as the one roaring through me at that moment, and I grunted and
panted involuntarily from the beginning to the end of it.

   After what seemed like an eternity, the convulsions slowed, and I pulled
my hands away from my pussy, smiling gently and trying to catch my breath.

   "It sounded like you needed that," Angie observed, as she continued to
finger herself.

   "Yes," I managed between breaths.  "Badly.  You have no idea."

   We could still hear wails of pleasure from the first floor.  Mike pumped
away at one of the girls, or maybe both of them.  "I want him to fuck my
pussy, too, Kristen.  I want Mike to fuck it," Angie confessed to me.  I
could tell she was jilling with increased enthusiasm, because now she was
shaking the bunk as her hand rubbed over her clit.

   "Me, too." I agreed.  "It's been too long since my pussy has seen a
cock, and it's hungry for one."

   The bunkbed shook faster and faster as Angie masturbated, until finally
she moaned and announced, "It's coming!  Kristen!--It's coming now!"
Angie's climax devoured her.  I had never been in the same room as another
orgasming girl before, and the sound of Angie getting off just a few feet
above me was incredibly erotic.  I especially liked the way she called my
name as she hit her peak.

   As Angie came down, the mating sounds in the room below finally
subsided. Perhaps Mike was subject to normal human limitations on sexual
endurance after all.

   "I'm going to bed, Angie," I said.  She did not respond.  Perhaps she
was still catching her breath.  I didn't care.  My pussy was satisfied.  I
closed my eyes, and the darkness quickly consumed me.



   The Dorm Life Ch.  04

   Kristen gets caught masturbating in the showers.

   Sunlight was pouring into our dorm room as I woke up the next morning.
Very quietly, so as not to rouse Angie, I rolled off the bed and stood up
on the floor.  I glanced briefly at the upper bunk.  Angie was sound
asleep. Thank goodness.  I was concerned about see her this morning after
we had masturbated together.  Maybe Angie would regret it and it would be
painfully awkward.  As quietly as possible, I gathered my shower basket and
a towel, slipped out the door, and headed for the showers down the hall.

   The bathroom on our floor of the dormitory included six individual
shower stalls separated by laminate partitions with a curtain that you
pulled across the stall for privacy.  It was still pretty early, and there
was no one else in the bathroom.  I selected the farthest stall from the
door and quickly disrobed, hanging my pajamas on the hook outside the stall
and turning the knob in the shower.  The water was delightfully warm
against my skin.  I dunked my head under the spray.  Warm water always felt
so good.

   Standing naked and alone in the shower, my mind started to wander to the
events of the previous night.  The sound of this "Mike" fucking two girls
out of their minds, the pounding of the bedframe against the wall, the
sound of the girls wailing as they orgasmed over and over again in the room
beneath me, my roommate telling me to masturbate in the room with her, and
the sound of her thrashing through an orgasm on the bunk above me -"it was
all so incredibly unbelievable.

   As these thoughts filled my mind, I realized how incredibly horny I was
again.  My left hand reached up, almost involuntarily, to my breast,
sliding across my hardening nipples as I relived the previous night in my
mind.  My right hand slipped between my legs and began rubbing my clit,
which was already aching for attention.  Good lord, I was turning into an
insatiable sex maniac, masturbating in front of my roommate and now the
next morning in the shower.  But good god it felt so fucking good.  I
leaned back against the shower stall and masturbated with urgency.  My
breathing quickened and my pussy gushed as my fingers frigged faster and
faster at my hardened clit.  I squeezed at my tits, using my left hand to
pinch and pull first at one nipple and then at the other.  This was going
to be a powerful orgasm.

   And then the door to the bathroom opened, and Morgan, who occupied the
room directly next to Angie and me, walked in.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck.  Why do
I keep getting interrupted right before I'm about to come?" I thought. 
Morgan could tell it was me by the top of my head and the towel hanging
from the shower stall.

   "Hey, Kris.  What's up?" she said politely.

   "Hi," I muttered back, pulling my hand away from my cunt reluctantly. 
Morgan set her shower kit down directly alongside my own on the bench
outside the shower stalls, took off her towel, and stepped into the stall
that was directly adjacent to the one I occupied.  She turned on the faucet
and stepped under the water.  Her body was only a foot or two away from me.
The only thing separating our stalls was a thin laminate partition that
divided each of the six shower stalls in the girls' bathroom from the
others.  We could just see the tops of each other's heads over the
partition.

   Morgan, who was always very chatty, started in.  "Oh my god, Kris.  Last
night there was the absolutely loudest sex I have ever heard in my life
coming from the downstairs boys' floor.  It was absolutely shameless."

   I wanted to say, "Yeah, girl.  I was just reliving it and masturbating
my cunt to the brink of an orgasm before you fucking interrupted me, you
bitch," but instead I just said, "Oh?"

   "Seriously, what's wrong with people?  Like, can't you keep it down a
little?  I mean what the heck was happening in that room that some girl had
to be loud enough for me to hear up on our floor?"

   I said nothing.  Each molecule of warm water running over my pussy was
torture.  I dared to reach down and gently tap at my clit while Morgan
talked to me from the adjacent shower stall.  Fucking hell it felt so good.
My pussy was screaming at me for satisfaction, begging me to hungrily pet
my clit until all of the pent up tension in my body was gloriously
released.

   Oblivious to my predicament, Morgan went on.  "I mean, it had to be
exaggerated.  No one has sex that feels that good.  I mean, it sounded like
the guy had a magic penis!"

   "Maybe he does?" I thought, but instead I just stammered back "Hmmm." I
kept my right hand tapping at my pussy.  There was no way I could make it
another minute.  My pussy needed to be finished off straight away.  I
"accidentally dropped" my shampoo container to the ground and squatted down
to pick it up so that I'd be totally out of Morgan's line of sight. 
Sitting down on my butt, I opened my legs as wide as they would go in the
cramped stall and rubbed furiously at my pussy.  I was still right on the
precipice of my orgasm.  My pussy would be pulsing and squirting in no
time.

   Morgan continued talking idly while I frigged madly at myself in the
shower stall right next to her.  "I mean, when my boyfriend and I do it, I
try to exercise a little bit of shame and discretion.  I don't just scream
and yell like some kind of sex-crazed banshee for the entire dormitory to
hear.  You know?"

   I was incapable of responding.  There was no holding it back now.  It
was coming, and it was going to be massive.

   "Anyway, do you want to grab some breakfast in the caf with me after we
get dressed?" Morgan innocently inquired.

   I was barely aware that she was talking.  My right hand flew frantically
over my clit in blur.  I cupped my left hand over my mouth in an effort to
muffle any involuntary noise that might pour out of me.

   And then my pussy came.  God, it came.

   I tried desperately not to, but I couldn't help but moan rhythmically as
each violent contraction roared out from between my legs.  My body
contorted and thrashed on the wet floor of the shower stall as my cunt
shuddered and throbbed.  I had tried to stifle the noise of my massive
orgasm by covering my mouth with my hand, but it was hopeless.  There was
no disguising what was happening.  I was audibly panting and grunting and
orgasming only a few inches away from Morgan.

   And it went on and on for 20 -"no, 30 -"no, it must have been 40
seconds, until finally the contractions subsided, and I lay in a disheveled
heap on the floor of the shower stall.  Morgan had grown quiet as pussy
achieved its desperately needed release, but then, as I lay uselessly on
the wet floor, she stammered at me.

   "Kris?  Did you just . . .?  You were masturbating?  In the public
showers?  With -"with me standing right next to you?" Morgan was so
appalled that she was having trouble getting the words out.

   I didn't respond.  I couldn't move.  My now-sated horniness had turned
to intense shame.  How could I let my pussy take control of me like that?
How could I let it force me to masturbate in a public shower like some kind
of degenerate desperate slut, right next to my dorm-mate?

   "You're a . . .  a freak.  You're a . . .  a . . .  a sex pervert!"
Morgan accused me, exasperated and aghast.

   I had to get out of there.  I stood up, turned the water off and threw
open the shower curtain.  I hastily fixed my towel around my body, dumped
my shower supplies into my shower kit, grabbed my pajamas, and ran for the
door as fast as I could.

   "What's wrong with you?  You're a sicko!" Morgan's accusations hung in
the air and chased after me, as I darted out of the showers and out into
the hallway.  I scampered frantically toward the safety of my room,
throwing the door open as fast as I could and ducking inside.

   Safely on the other side, I closed the door abruptly behind me and stood
with my back against the door, my heart pounding and my breathing fast.  I
looked up.  It took me a minute to comprehend what I was seeing.  Angie was
on the top bunk.  She was on her hands and knees, and she was . . .  stark
naked?

   She looked me right in the eye and smiled.  Her breasts were swaying,
and I could hear a slap-slap-slapping noise.  I looked higher up, behind
her.  There was a boy, a gorgeous boy, slamming his powerful, hardened cock
into her over and over and over again.  They didn't stop or even slow down
when I entered the room.  They were rutting like insane animals in heat,
and my presence wasn't going to interrupt them -"nothing was.  The entire
dormitory could have walked into the room, and they still wouldn't have
stopped savagely smashing their genitals together.

   I lowered my gaze from the boy and looked back at Angie as she proudly
announced with a grunt, "I'm going to come now," opening her eyes to their
full width and letting out a low whimper as the nameless boy pumped her
vagina relentlessly.

   I could hear her pussy sloshing with increased wetness, and I could
smell its scent thicken in the air as I watched her spasm against him like
a raging whore, moaning loudly enough for the entire floor to hear. 
Through it all, the boy pistoned away at her like a gladiator, filling the
entirety of her depths with his rock-hard member.

   As she finally came back down to earth, she looked at me and smiled, her
bare tits swaying at me as the boy's powerful thrusts continued unabated.
There wasn't a hint a shame on Angie's face, only the pleasure that comes
from a sweet, desperately-needed orgasmic release.  "Holy shit, Mike. 
You're the best fuck I've ever had.  Kristen, you have to try him."



   The Dorm Life Ch.  05

   Angie and Kristen take turns with Mike.

   I woke up, fully satisfied from the night before.  Opening my eyes, I
took in my surroundings.  Sara's incredible naked body was nuzzled up
against me on my left and Julie's totally nude body was on my right, her
soft breasts pressed firmly against my shoulders.  Both of them were fast
asleep in the cramped bed.  Gently, I lifted Sara's arm off my chest and
carefully pushed her thigh off of my own.  Then I lifted my leg over Julie
very delicately, so as not to rouse her or Sara and stood up naked in the
bedroom.  I stretched my arms upward in the air and took in a deep breath,
waking all the way up.  My bulging cock jutted outward and upward, fully
stiff, as it was most mornings.

   I tiptoed toward my closet, not wanting to wake anyone up.  Intent on
taking a warm shower, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my lower
body. I reached up to grab my shower supplies when I heard the door knob to
the room jiggle.  Was someone trying to come in?  Still taking pains to
avoid waking up the other inhabitants of the room, I went over to the door
wearing nothing more than my towel and very quietly opened it.

   There was a girl on the other side, in a short nightgown.  She was
vaguely familiar and incredibly cute.  Yes!  She lived somewhere on the
floor above me, on the girls floor.  I didn't know her name.

   "Can I help you?" I asked quietly, with a slightly confused tone.

   She looked into the room, her eyes pausing at the sight of the two naked
girls in my bed.  "Ummm.  Are you Mike?" she inquired back, speaking only
slightly louder than a whisper herself.

   "Uh.  Yes." I said.

   The girl poked her head past me and into the room, her eyes catching
sight of the two still-sleeping naked coeds on the bottom bunk.  Then she
clasped my left hand with her two hands.

   "Please.  Yes.  Come with me," she said in a pleading tone.  She tugged
at my hand unexpectedly, and I stumbled across the threshold of my door and
into the hallway.  I reached down and grasped the towel around my waist,
which nearly fell off when she pulled at me.

   I stammered at her.  "Um wait.  I'm only wearing a towel.  What are
you--"

   "It's okay," she interrupted, pulling me down the hallway toward the
stairwell that led to the second floor--the girls' floor.  She led me into
the stairwell, up the stairs, onto the second floor, down her hallway, and
to a dorm room, which she quickly opened and pulled me into.  The dorm room
was empty.  The girl closed the door behind us and lifted her short
nightgown over her head.  She was naked now, except for a skimpy pair of
panties.  She had two relatively small but firm breasts.  They matched her
sleek, athletic body perfectly.  This nameless girl was positively
gorgeous. She looked me up and down briefly and then leaned toward me and
placed her lips upon mine, pressing her tongue deep into my mouth.  As we
kissed aggressively, I grabbed ahold of her body and pulled her close to
me. Her hands fumbled against the towel around my waist, and it dropped to
the floor.  She immediately began grabbing at my already-hardened prick,
rubbing it aggressively as we continued to kiss.  Her soft hands felt so
good pulling along the length of my shaft.

   The nameless girl broke off our kissing for a moment and looked me right
in the eyes, saying, "I want you now.  Please fuck me." She quickly peeled
her panties down to the ground, stepped out of them, and jumped up onto the
top bunk in the dormitory.  Getting onto her hands and knees, she pointed
her pussy directly at me and wagged it toward me.  I stayed on the ground,
looking at the soaked pussy laid out before me.

   "Please don't make me keep begging," she pleaded, turning her head back
toward and looking me in the eyes.  She was still on all fours waggling her
ass at me, presenting her pussy and hoping that I would fill it with my
rigid cock.  I had never seeing a girl so incredibly desperate--so in need
of a fuck in my life.  Like a bitch in heat, she continued to wave her
moistening pussy at me, trying with all her guile to coax me into
penetrating her.  Still, I didn't move.

   "Please," she whimpered for a third time, with anguish in her voice. 
Each moment that her cunt remained unfilled was torture, and, the evil part
of me taking over, I decided to let her torment linger for a bit longer. 
The nameless girl continued to look me in the eyes as a look of mounting
despair took over her face.  I could tell she had an agonizing ache between
her legs, and I was the only one who could ease her suffering.  Still,
though, I stood motionless.  My fully erect penis, the elixir she needed,
was jutting straight out at her on a few feet from where she was beckoning
me with her sexy, swaying ass.

   Distressed by my continued silence and inaction, she looked away from
me, groaned pathetically, and reached her hand between her legs, rubbing
her fingers over her fully-engorged clit.  The nameless girl was so horny
that she couldn't stop herself from frigging off right in front of me.  As
she continued masturbating, she started rhythmically humping her pussy back
toward me, unconsciously hoping that her opening would bump into a cock. 
"Oh god," she moaned, rubbing at herself with increased vigor.

   For a few long minutes, I stood and watched her claw at her pussy and
thrust at the air while she tried to finger away her painful need for an
orgasm.  And then deciding I had tortured her enough, I responded.  I
climbed up onto the top bunk with her, as her frantic masturbation
continued.  I slowly lined up my cock with her pussy and rubbed the tip
against her lips, eliciting a hopeful groan.  And then I plunged myself
into her, all the way to bottom in one fast motion.

   "Oh my fucking god!" the nameless girl yelled as I entered her.  She was
sopping wet and warm and so tight that it felt like the walls of her pussy
would cut off the blood flow to my cock.  I began thrusting, fast and hard.
She removed her hand from her clit and planted her hands in front of her on
the bed as I rutted powerfully in and out of her from behind.  The girl met
each of my hard thrusts, bucking back against me.  Every time my cock
crunched against the back of her cunt, she grunted like an
animal--involuntarily and loudly--fully consumed by the pleasure in her
pussy.  There was nothing soft or romantic about it.  We were capital "F"
fucking.  Like a couple of dogs this was hard, fast sex.  We were both
trying to get off, as fast as possible.

   As I kept humping into her, suddenly the door in front of us swung open
and another, equally attractive coed (who was wearing nothing more than a
towel) entered the room and slowly lifted her gaze to us.

   The presence of this new girl didn't interrupt our fucking.  We didn't
even slow down.  The nameless girl kept pressing her ass back at me and I
kept pounding her, my pelvis slapping loudly against her ass as we fucked.
The addition of this onlooker was irrelevant.

   "I'm going to come now," she announced, and, letting out a low whimper,
her back arched and her body stiffened.  I felt her pussy clench even
tighter as it released moisture all around my cock.  But I just continued
to jackhammer into her hole while she spasmed and moaned below me and her
cunt forcefully throbbed around my member.

   As the girl's climax slowly subsided, she collapsed, her front hands
giving way and her face planting directly on the mattress in front of her.

   "Holy shit, Mike.  You're the best fuck I've ever had," she complimented
me, while I continued to slam into her pussy.  "Kristen, you have to try
him," the nameless girl said to her friend.

   Kristen didn't wait for any further invitation.  She took off her towel
revealing her ample breasts and, nude, climbed onto the now-crowded top
bunk with the other girl and me.

   Still plunging into the other girl hard and fast, I looked at the new
arrival, and, quite awkwardly, introduced myself to the naked girl.  "Umm,
you're Kristen?"

   "Yeah," she said, as she pulled the nameless girl's body forward, trying
to interrupt our mating.

   "I'm Mike.  What's her name?" I asked, pointing at the girl I was
fucking.

   "Angie.  She didn't tell you her name?" Kristen asked with an
exasperated tone, pushing at my abs and at Angie's ass, trying to get me to
pull our conjoined bodies apart.

   Angie, who still trying to catch her breath, replied for me, "There was
no time.  I needed to get straight to the sex." I was still sawing in and
out of Angie, more gently now.

   Kristen wanted me to stop.  "It's my turn.  Take it out of her, Mike,"
she demanded.

   I complied, sliding my cock out of Angie.  It was ice-hard, sticking up
at the ceiling, and throbbing forcefully as it anticipated entering a new
young pussy.

   "Lay back," Kristen commanded, pushing my chest back onto the bed. 
Taking my dick with her left hand, she straddled me and guided me inside of
her.  She was drenched, and I slipped inside with ease.

   "Oh nice," Kristen said, smiling as I filled her.  This new pussy was
just as deliciously cramped as the one I had vacated moments before, and it
squeezed my dick as I pressed into its depths.  Kristen began to fuck down
and up over me, grinning widely.  She rode me aggressively, slapping her
pelvis against mine and panting as she fucked.  Angie, meanwhile had sat up
on the other side of the bed and was watching her go after me.

   "My pussy wants to come, Mike.  It needs to get off," Kristen said
ludely while increasing her pace.  She was shaking the bed now, fucking at
me.  She put her hands against my chest and dug her nails into me, with a
fierce look on her face.  She was fucking the shit out of me, and she was
determined to get herself off.  It wasn't going to take long.

   As Kristen ravaged me harder and harder, Angie drank it all in from the
other side of the bed, mindlessly touching herself.  These females had lost
their minds.  They were nothing but their sex at the moment, merely a
couple of suffering soaking-wet pussies starving for an orgasm.

   "Such---a---good---cock," Kristen grunted out, careening toward her
climax.  She was going faster and faster, her breasts bouncing up and down
in a blur before me.  "Here it goes!" she announced, and with that her body
convulsed, her pussy clenching at my rod.  She arched her back and moaned
while fluid poured out from between her legs, dripping down my testicles
and wetting the bed beneath me while wave after wave of precious release
ran through her.  Her body quivered and trembled for nearly a minute.  It
had only take her pussy a few dozen seconds of riding on my cock to climb
to its orgasm, but once it started pulsing, her vagina's climax seemed to
go on and on.  Finally with one gentle moan, Kristen collapsed onto me, the
steady drumbeat of her orgasm gently subsiding and her breasts squishing
against my chest.  She was satisfied and fully spent.

   Angie looked at me with wonder.  "Mike, did you get to, you know, come
yet?" she asked sheepishly.  I shook my head at her.

   "You have some stamina, boy," Angie said.  "I think it's your turn. 
Let's get you off.  Kristen, move."

   Angie pushed Kristen's mostly-limp body off of me, releasing my still
fully-erect cock.  Then she started caressing it expertly, grinning at me.
"Come for us, Mike," she coaxed.  It was throbbing and bulging so hard that
I thought one of its veins might pop.  It wouldn't take long for Angie's
hand to take me over the edge.

   There was a knock at the door.

   Thunk.  Thunk.  Thunk.  "Kristen!  How dare you run aware from me?  Get
out here right now, you freak!" a voice chastised from the other side of
the door.

   "Is that...  Morgan?" Angie asked, pausing the handjob she had been
giving me, much to my displeasure.

   "I think so," Kristen replied as she hopped off the top bunk, went to
the door, and opened it, still utterly nude.