This is a story loosely based on my experiences in college. Loose enough that this could be called fiction. Obviously names and dates have been changed. All characters mentioned in sexual references are 18 years of age or older. I hope you love my characters. Enjoy!
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Darin woke up feeling guilty. His dreams were flooded with white titties and pink pussy. It wasn't just the memory of Kaci's curvy body that had him waking up hard. While he did happily relive his sexual afternoon with Kaci while he slept, Darin could distinctly remember at least four white girls in his dreams. He couldn't remember any dreams with Erica.
He turned over and saw his girlfriend in peaceful slumber. Her mouth was slightly open and she emitted soft snores while he slept. Darin resisted the urge to crawl up her body and jam his dick between her lips and instead snuck a peek at his roommate's bed.
David appeared fast asleep alone in bed.
Darin rolled over under the covers and put his arms around Erica. As she stirred in her sleep, Darin dropped his face and started kissing around her navel. He lightly dragged his tongue over Erica's tattoos and down into her waistline.
Erica opened her eyes just as Darin's tongue reached the short curly hair around her pussy. She gasped at the feeling before she too snuck a glance at David's bed. He wasn't moving.
Under her blankets, Darin licked near the top of her vagina. He slowly ran the tip of his tongue past her fat clit and deeper into her hole. He stuck his tongue down inside her until she sucked in air through her teeth. Darin responded by dragging his tongue back up to her clit. Erica made the same noise this time accompanied by a soft moan.
Darin knew she was awake now. He redoubled his efforts, licking along her pussy lips before circling her clit in the way he knew that she liked. She responded by moving her hips to match. They were in perfect rhythm.
"Mmm...stop," Erica moaned quietly. "Mmmm."
After a few minutes, when Darin knew he had her good and worked up, he reached up and slowly slid his middle finger into his girlfriend. Erica knew it was coming. She frowned and grunted through the pleasure as Darin stimulated her G-spot. Her hips were humping against Darin's face.
Across the room, David's sleep was being disturbed by the wet sounds of Darin's slurping and Erica's soft grunting. Her breathing was getting louder. Darin had Erica right on the edge. She was biting her lip, trying to stifle her moans, when Darin inserted a second finger.
"Ughhh....fuuuuuck," Erica groaned, as quietly as she could, while she trembled through her orgasm. Darin felt her pussy clench tightly around his fingers until she was finished. He kept his lips on hers, as he slowly pulled his fingers from her soaking pussy, dragging his inner-knuckles along her fat clit. Resting his face on Erica's inner thigh, Darin breathed in her arousal while staring at her fat soaking pussy lips.
'So different from Kaci's,'
he thought. A pang of guilt stabbed him right in the gut.
Darin pulled the blanket down so he could breathe fresh air. His face was covered in Erica's cum and he still had his two middle fingers poking inside Erica. He was totally worn out, having chased Erica's bucking hips. He rested his head on her thigh, which was still slightly trembling, as he listened to his girlfriend's deep breathing.
David was fully awake and hard under his boxers. He was just wondering if he should head to the shower to relieve himself when there was a loud knock on the suite door. David did his best to hide his erection, as he found some shorts and went out into the suite.
As Erica and Darin covered their naked bodies they heard David answer the door for Christa.
"I've been callin you," they heard her frantic whisper.
"Sorry....I ...I thought you were mad at me," David said.
"I'm not mad at you. I said I wasn't speaking to you," Christa responded.
Still in bed, Darin and Erica exchanged looks as they listened through the open dorm room door.
"Okay, so...what're—"
"Just because, I'm not speaking to you doesn't mean I'm going to let you leave without one last morning fuck," Christa said.
"It's just the weekend and I'm —-" David began.
"Shut up," Christa whispered. "I'm not speaking to you. In the room."
"Darin and Erica are in there."
"Like I give a fuck," Christa sang, unzipping her jeans as she walked.
She shoved her way into the dorm room pushing David backward toward his bed. Barely glancing at Darin's bed, she pushed David onto his. She was glad she wouldn't have to suck his dick as he was already hard in his boxers. Christa didn't want David thinking this was for him.
Without giving it a second thought, she dropped her pants and panties and yanked David's cock out of his boxers. Christa climbed into bed, plopped her booty down around David's dick and immediately began riding him fast and hard. She didn't even bother to take her shirt off and when David tried to grab her tits, Christa grabbed his hands and laid them back over his head.
With his hands trapped David watched through wide eyes, as Christa used his body for herself. Her eyes were closed and her face was contorted in concentration. She began emitting soft sighs and her pussy squeezed David's cock.
The bed squeaked as Erica and Darin looked on, seemingly frozen in time. Christa's hips were working double time as she fucked herself with David's dick. David was still trapped at the wrists and he could feel his climax stirring. Christa's aggressive humping was getting the better of him.
Just as he was sure his forceful orgasm would boil over, Christa came to her release.
"Ohuwagh!" she grunted loudly, as her whole body jerked through her orgasm. Her shoulders went limp and she relaxed her grip on David. As she was breathing deeply, she felt David trying to thrust back up into her pussy.
Her eyes snapped open and she hopped off her boyfriend's dick, leaving him on edge.
David sat up frantically as Christa quickly pulled on her pants.
"Um...Christa I—"
"I've got class," She said curtly. "I'll see you before you leave."
Erica and Darin exchanged a bewildered look as Christa swiftly left the room. David sat up on his elbows, his wet, unrelieved cock still pointing toward the ceiling, with a confused look on his face.
"Trouble in paradise?" Darin asked a startled David. He'd forgotten they were still in the room.
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Jennifer was late for class again. She couldn't even remember how she'd lost track of time. It seemed she was always running late nowadays.
She was rushing down the usually crowded hall in her sweatpants and hoodie, but the corridor was empty. No doubt, because classes had already started. She frowned at the thought of being tardy. She was not looking forward to seeing Angelica's sneering face.
Brushing her brown hair out of her face, Jennifer swung the door open and was startled to see the entire auditorium was empty. Professor Whitman was sitting alone and writing at his desk.
"Jennifer, finally," he said.
Whitman had a sort of boyish charm that some women found endearing in the 40-year old professor. Jennifer was obviously attracted to his short but neat beard. She always had an affinity for facial hair as evidenced by her boyfriend and more recently Oliver.
Whitman had short dark hair and Rayban glasses. As usual, he was wearing his sports blazer. Jennifer wasn't used to seeing her teacher in a big empty auditorium as she descended down the stairs toward him.
"Um....where is everybody?" Jennifer asked when she drew near.
"I canceled class," Whitman said, putting his pen down and looking up at Jennifer through his glasses.
"Oh....um...I guess I'll just—" Jennifer began.
"I canceled for everyone except you," he said, gesturing to a seat next to his desk. "I have something to discuss with you."
His voice was soft and he sounded pleasant, but his eyes told Jennifer that this might be serious.
"What's....going on?"
