Usually, we didn't lock our dorm room doors when we slept. One night at about 1am, I woke because something was brushing against my face. It was a guy's penis! When I was able to focus, I saw a candle burning on my desk and Carla and her boyfriend looking down at me. His erect dick was out and, I quickly gathered, that was I felt on my face.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"It's his birthday, Ronnie. Come on! Give him the present he's always wanted."
"Carla, are you insane? He's putting his wank on me!"
She ignored that and pulled the bed covers away from me.
"No panties, Girl?"
To my astonishment, she began fingering my bare sex. I was shocked but - you know - it was arousing. Her rather silly looking boyfriend leaned closer and was trying to get his cock into my mouth. Carla was now on the bed, "You're going to like this," and bent to lick my now wet pussy. OMG! I'm not bisexual at all, but I suppose it doesn't matter who's licking your pussy, it still feels great. I shut my eyes and tried twisting my head to avoid the boyfriend.
She was making me hornier and hornier mouthing me, so I surrendered and finally licked and ran my lips along his shaft. It felt surprisingly thick and solid. He was also oozing a lot of filmy liquid that had that musky taste I was starting to get used to. Carla's tongue was flicking around my clitoris and in and out of my pussy. I think I realized I was being manipulated here, but I went along anyway.
I opened slightly and took the tip of his penis in my mouth and sucked softly. He was thrusting hard, attempting to force himself all the way in. I considered biting him but, eventually, I allowed him to penetrate fully, even though it made me gag some. He really was quite large. Meanwhile, Carla was eagerly eating my pussy. My boyfriend, Steve, was away on an internship so I'd not had that kind of action for a few weeks. I reached down to urge her on while her friend drove his cock in and out of my mouth. Without removing it, he got onto the bed and, with a knee on either side of my head, pushed his thick rod down my throat.
I was gagging and choking and my eyes were flowing with tears. Despite his efforts, I didn't manage to take the entire thing. I grabbed his hips to move him back so I could breath better. But he was still so deep when he came that his entire shot went right down my throat. Not a bit of it was in my mouth. He tucked himself back in his pants, looking extremely pleased with himself. What a jerk! If he had been halfway nice, I might have let him do more, but not a chance now.
Carla brought me off at almost the same time. Not as good as it could have been, though. I didn't know what to say -- to either of them. Fortunately, they simply collected their things to leave. "Oh, happy birthday," I called as the door closed. "Creep."
Carla and I didn't hang out as frequently after that, but when we did neither of us mentioned the pussy-eating thing. She seemed to have dropped that boyfriend but still entertained plenty of guys. I slept with men occasionally, Steve and I were still an item although not exclusively. Still, I tried to be as discrete as possible. I didn't want a reputation like Carla's. But I did want to have fun. I had good supply of condoms now just in case.
Lynne is another friend of mine though she lives in a different dorm. It's a 6 or 7 floor building with a dozen or more two-girl rooms to a floor. She was not as promiscuous as Carla, but might have been even less inhibited than her. One of Lynne's favorite things was to strip and dance nude in her room window. Of course, word got around and the boys -- and neighbors in nearby apartment buildings, too - would collect where they could watch. She and her roommate wore ski masks, or other coverups, but I was sure plenty of watchers knew whose room it was. That's the primary reason I never took part. Stripping before an audience was a concept that did intrigue me, nevertheless. I have no idea why. I just had a desire to showoff my body.
