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Marlene lay back in her dorm bed and let her eyes close. She reached deep into her mind to relive the remarkable experience she'd just luxuriated in with her employer. She'd sucked him off, been fucked by him most deliciously, and then shared their juices with him after he'd scooped them from her cunt with his tongue and kissed her for the exchange. Immediately her hands went to work all over again.
The buxom blond was most men's dream with full hips to go with her commodious breasts, and lush lips to wrap warmly around one's shaft. Her brilliant green eyes were round and captivating, accented by the softness of her face. When she walked by, men could not help but stare, her hips swinging a bit more than necessary, and her shoulders accenting an otherwise short gait. Marlene Donner was a bombshell in some men's minds, a sex pot in others', and considered too slutty to those who might offer her more than a one night stand.
Her left hand massaged her breasts alternately while her right hand reached down and slipped up under her skirt. Though hidden by their closed lids, her eyes rolled back in their sockets and she drifted back to the lab where she interned. She'd made an absolutely momentous discovery today, well, her boss had, but only she knew it. She smiled on her dorm bed as she thought of the bottle on her dresser just a few feet away.
While searching for a synthetic protein to alter a certain part of a mouse's brain, her boss, Charles P. Massey, PhD in bio-chemistry, had mistakenly left his coffee cup under the condenser of one experiment. Only Marlene had seen the single drop of experimental liquid fall into the cup, and only Marlene knew the astonishing fact that the drop had turned her hunk of a PhD into a love hungry robot. She was still tingling with excitement from both the sex and the excitement of the discovery. Taking the remainder of the flask of special liquid he'd rejected for not meeting the test's goals, she'd brought it home for her own use.
Marlene cooed under the multiple sensations of her unbelievable luck, and her excited body. Her finger slipped under her already wet panties and began to rub her clit, dipping now and then into the pool of lubrication just below. Her mind drifted in the blissful state of success, anticipation, and sexual satisfaction all at once. Then the world exploded around her.
"Why you two faced little bitch!" The voice was more an observation than an accusation. Marlene's roommate, Victoria Dawn, threw her books on her bed and stood looking over Marlene. She had her hands on her hips and Marlene thought for a second the woman was prepared to beat her, or laugh at her embarrassment.
Marlene, as hot and horny as she may have looked, had been anything but through her first semester so far. And yet, she was somehow so vulnerable, so open. Her roommate, much more worldly and knowledgeable of the ways of men and women, had even taken to protecting her from the comments and advances of their classmates.
"You strut around this place like the campus prude for three months and all you are is a masturbating little slut like the rest of us! I can't believe it! Shit! Even I was beginning to believe you were a prude in a whore's body! Damn!" She moved a step closer and Marlene cringed.
"Why, I ought to..." Her hand came up as if to slap the girl, and Marlene pulled back even further, wishing she could somehow get beneath the covers. But Victoria froze. This was a whole new situation. To her sudden surprise, and wondrous curiosity, her roommate was not a pristine prude as everyone had thought. She wasn't the distant, childlike, innocent "Mama's Girl" after all. No, this lush, Anna Nicole body and Marilyn Monroe face and hair she'd longed to touch since they'd first met was not untouchable after all. Just the opposite! And only she knew it! Here she lay in the early evening, masturbating herself right through her clothes, so deep into it she didn't even hear the door open, or all the noise in the halls. This girl was slut material if there ever was slut material!
"So you've been hiding your true feelings from all of us all this time. Damn! And all of us have been actually protecting you! Keeping the animals at bay. Why you bitch! I ought to slap you silly! Damn, Girl, what the hell AM I going to do with you?" She put both hands back on her hips and looked the girl over thoroughly, and slowly, feasting on the swollen curves. Her skirt had been pulled so high it shown her lily-white thigh skin all the way to the crotch of her panties. "Jezus! You even smell horny, girl."
Victoria was taller than Marlene, as were most girls, but she was not as voluptuous. Her size "C" tits were the perkiest they would be for the rest of her life, her waist the slimmest, and every aspect of her sexual organs the horniest. She was the offspring of a poor family, supported at college by a local scholarship that fortunately had few candidates to select from, and quite experienced in how to use her sexual assets to get what she needed. As she stood there now, looking down at her cringing roommate, she knew she wanted this girl added to her list of conquests.
Marlene didn't know what to do. Perhaps the greatest afternoon of her life had just turned into the worst nightmare. She'd fended off the sexual conflicts with abstinence all these years, until this afternoon. When her boss had suddenly fallen into her spell, she couldn't resist and let all her frustrations come out and be satisfied, only to find she wanted that much more just a couple hours later. And now her worldly roommate, the one who'd been prompting her to "come out and play," since they'd met, had caught her red handed at play all right, doing exactly what she'd managed to lead everyone on campus she didn't do. In a single moment, her life had changed a second time in one day. Then her roommate surprised her once more, climbing up on her bed and standing with legs spread either side of her knees, hands on hips and staring down at her.
"What am I going to do with you, Marlene? Hmm? Or should I call you 'Bitch!' Or 'Slut!' You are one, you know. And you lied to all of us. You made us think you were so virgin and all, so 'saving yourself for marriage' and all." She paused, then sat down on Marlene's knees with her hands still on her hips. She looked at the girl again, examining her differently now, thinking of how various parts would feel under her touch, or taste to her kiss. She leaned forward and rested both hands directly on Marlene's breasts.
Marlene shrunk back into the mattress, but could not escape the assault. Her roommate had her breasts in her hands, and her legs caught between her knees. She was immobile except for her hands, which she'd let fall to her sides. She wondered why she wasn't fighting and decided she had no idea.
Victoria smiled, as if she knew something Marlene didn't. "Go ahead."
Marlene's eyes begged the silent question, "What?"
"Go ahead, my little slut roomy, grab my tits." When Marlene didn't budge, Victoria raised her voice and commanded, "Grab my tits, Bitch!"
Marlene immediately reached up and took a breast in each hand, freezing once again. The girl wore no bra.
"Harder!" Victoria commanded as she began to massage Marlene's huge melons through her bra and blouse.
The girl complied and tightened her fingers on the flesh they held. Immediately she realized she liked the feel of her roommate's breasts in her hands. She wore no bra. The flesh was real, sensuous, pliant and responding. She began squeezing them, drawing and pushing them in a circling motion, feeling the remarkable movement of someone else's breasts for the first time. She looked briefly at Victoria and saw her eyelids fall and her head tilt back, obviously enjoying the attention.
"That's it, my little roommate slut. That's nice, a little harder even. I like my tits handled, baby. Mmmmmm... and from now on I have someone to handle them for me, mmmmmm.. don't I?" She let the motion continue as if she didn't expect an answer, only more blissful attention to her flesh.
"I said, 'DON'T I!'" Her eyes had opened and her hands squeezed Marlene's tits.
"Yes!" Marlene said more from shock than pain. She was torn because the sensations on her breasts were actually pleasant, not painful as they might be, and her hands were sending unprecedented signals of pleasure to her brain.
"That's right." Victoria rocked her hips in satisfaction at how things were suddenly turning out. She was trying to give her clit some stimulation and rode slightly to one side to let one of Marlene's knees touch her there.
Marlene was very much aware of what her roommate was doing. Even through her stocking and the less than sensitive skin of her knee, she could feel the heat of her roommate's pussy. She even thought she felt a bit of dampness, but that didn't make sense for the girl was wearing jeans at least, if not panties too. And her shirt, a blue work shirt she'd worn because it was so soft and cuddly to slip into after her swims at the pool, was yielding like soft sponge to her ministrations on her breasts. Marlene was truly conflicted with the frightening moment and the sensuous experience.
Victoria looked around as if to find something. Marlene didn't know what she was thinking, but she suddenly realized she'd left her bottle of the experimental liquid on her dresser. Just then the phone rang, and knowing how tied to the obnoxious device Victoria was, she breathed an immense sigh of relief. As Victoria got up and went to her night table to pick up the phone, Marlene darted to her dresser and slipped the bottle into the top drawer.
"Hello? And this better be good!" She looked back at her roommate and saw her standing, somewhat of a disappointment.
The voice on the phone was familiar. It was the scientist Marlene worked for, though he immediately told Victoria, upon confirming she was Marlene's roommate, that she should not let on that it was him on the phone.
