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Story itself.

Sarah and Emily had been roommates since freshman year in the cramped off-campus apartment near campus. It was a typical Thursday night—midterms were over, and they were blowing off steam with cheap beer and music blasting from a Bluetooth speaker. The living room was a mess: empty pizza boxes on the coffee table, textbooks shoved to the floor, laundry piled on the couch. Sarah, a 19-year-old brunette with messy ponytail and yoga pants, was sprawled out scrolling her phone. Emily, the blonde with freckles and a cropped tank top, kept refilling their Solo cups.
Their friend Jacob showed up around 10 p.m., still sweaty from pickup basketball. He was 20, tall, lanky but toned, wearing gym shorts and a faded school hoodie. They’d all hooked up casually before—Sarah had sucked him off once after a party, Emily had made out with him in the kitchen—but nothing serious. Tonight felt different. The vibe was loose, horny, no one had early classes.
Jacob crashed on the couch between them. “You two look bored as fuck,” he said, grabbing a beer. Emily laughed and nudged Sarah. “We’re celebrating surviving chem. Need to do something stupid.”
Sarah rolled her eyes but smirked. “Like what, perv?” She was already tipsy, cheeks flushed. Emily leaned over Jacob, her tits brushing his arm, and whispered loud enough for Sarah to hear, “Like maybe share him. We’ve talked about it.”
Jacob froze mid-sip. “Wait, for real?” Sarah bit her lip, looking at Emily. They’d joked about it before—threesomes, sharing dick, seeing who could make him cum faster—but saying it out loud made it real. Emily didn’t wait. She climbed onto Jacob’s lap, straddling him, grinding slow against the growing bulge in his shorts. “Come on, Sarah. Don’t chicken out.”
Sarah hesitated maybe five seconds, then scooted closer. She reached over and pulled Emily’s tank top up, exposing her perky tits. Emily moaned softly as Sarah pinched a nipple. Jacob groaned, hands gripping Emily’s ass. “Fuck, you two are gonna kill me.”
Clothes came off fast and clumsy. Emily yanked Jacob’s hoodie over his head while Sarah tugged his shorts down. His cock sprang free—hard, thick, already leaking precum. Emily wrapped her hand around it first, stroking slow. “Look at this dick, Sarah. Been thinking about it all week.”
Sarah leaned in and licked the tip, tasting salt. Jacob hissed. Emily joined, their tongues meeting on his shaft, sloppy and wet. They took turns sucking him—Emily deepthroating while Sarah licked his balls, then switching. Spit dripped down his cock, pooling on his thighs. The room smelled like beer, sweat, and pussy.
Emily stood up, peeled off her shorts and panties. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips puffy and wet. She pushed Jacob flat on the couch and climbed on, facing Sarah. “Watch me fuck him first.” She sank down slow, gasping as his cock stretched her tight hole. “Oh shit, he’s so thick.”
Sarah watched, rubbing her own clit through her panties. Emily bounced, tits jiggling, ass slapping against Jacob’s thighs. Wet smacking sounds filled the room over the music. Jacob grabbed Emily’s hips, thrusting up hard. “Fuck, your pussy’s gripping me so tight.”
Sarah couldn’t wait anymore. She stripped naked—small tits, trimmed bush—and straddled Jacob’s face backward. He grabbed her thighs and buried his tongue in her cunt, licking messy circles around her clit. Sarah moaned loud, grinding down. “Eat me, fuck yes.”
Emily rode faster, leaning forward to kiss Sarah. Their tongues tangled while Jacob tongue-fucked Sarah and pounded Emily. The couch creaked like it might break. Emily came first—body shaking, pussy clenching around Jacob’s cock. “I’m cumming, oh god!” Juices ran down his shaft.
Sarah slid off his face, dripping wet. “My turn.” She pushed Emily aside gently and mounted Jacob reverse cowgirl. His cock slid in easy—her pussy soaked from his tongue. She rode hard, ass bouncing, hands on his knees for leverage. Emily knelt beside them, rubbing Sarah’s clit and sucking on her nipples.
Jacob groaned. “Gonna cum soon if you keep that up.” Sarah slammed down faster. “Not yet. Switch.”
They rearranged awkwardly—couch too small, legs tangling. Emily got on all fours on the floor, ass up. Jacob knelt behind her, slamming in doggy. Sarah lay under Emily in 69, licking her clit while Jacob fucked her. Emily’s moans vibrated against Sarah’s pussy. Skin slapped loud—wet, rhythmic. Sweat dripped off Jacob’s chest onto Emily’s back.
“Fuck her harder,” Sarah panted, fingering herself. Jacob obliged, gripping Emily’s hips, pounding deep. Emily screamed into Sarah’s cunt, cumming again, body jerking.
Jacob pulled out, cock slick and throbbing. “Both of you—on your knees.” Sarah and Emily knelt side by side, mouths open. He stroked fast, grunting. Cum shot out in thick ropes—first across Emily’s tongue, then Sarah’s cheek, dripping down their chins. They licked each other clean, giggling through the mess.
They collapsed in a heap—panting, sticky, laughing. Emily wiped cum off Sarah’s face with her thumb. “That was insane.” Jacob flopped back. “Best night ever.”
After a minute, reality hit. The pizza box was still open, beer warm. Sarah grabbed a napkin, wiping between her legs. “Shit, we gotta clean up. RA might swing by.” Emily pulled on her tank top inside-out. Jacob yanked his shorts up, still half-hard.
They cracked open fresh beers, turned the music down, and pretended nothing happened. But the looks they gave each other said it all—this wasn’t the last time.

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Sarah was in the middle of reheating leftover pizza in their tiny dorm kitchen when Emily walked in, still wearing her plaid school skirt from the stupid costume party last night. The microwave hummed, the TV in the living room blared some dumb reality show, and the place smelled like burnt cheese and cheap vanilla body spray.
“Fuck, I’m starving,” Emily groaned, dropping her backpack by the door. She kicked off her sneakers, one flying under the couch.
Sarah laughed. “You look like you got railed by the entire frat. Again.”
Emily smirked, tugging at her skirt. “Nah. Just danced. But my pussy’s still throbbing from all that grinding.”
That’s when Lera stepped out of the bedroom, hair messy, wearing only an oversized band tee and black thigh-highs. She was the quiet one, but her eyes always had that hungry look. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.
“You two gonna keep talking shit or actually do something about it?” Lera said, voice low.
Sarah felt the shift instantly. The air got thicker. Emily turned, biting her lip.
“Like what?” Emily teased, but her voice cracked a little.
Lera walked over slow, grabbed Emily by the waist, and pushed her back against the counter. The pizza box slid sideways. Sarah watched, pulse jumping.
“Like this,” Lera muttered. She yanked Emily’s skirt up, exposing plain white panties already damp in the center.
Emily gasped. “Shit, Lera—”
Lera didn’t wait. She dropped to her knees right there on the kitchen tile, shoved the panties aside, and buried her face between Emily’s thighs. The wet sucking sounds filled the room over the TV noise. Emily grabbed the counter edge, knuckles white.
“Oh fuck… yeah, eat me,” Emily whimpered.
Sarah couldn’t just stand there. She stepped closer, heart hammering. She reached under Lera’s tee, finding bare skin, no bra. Lera’s nipples were hard little points. Sarah pinched one, making Lera moan into Emily’s pussy.
Emily’s legs shook. “Guys… the window’s open. Neighbors—”
“Let them hear,” Sarah said, voice rough. She pulled her own shorts down, kicking them off. Her pussy was already slick.
Lera stood up, lips shiny. “Bedroom. Now. I want the harness.”
They stumbled down the short hallway, giggling and shoving each other. Clothes hit the floor—skirt, tee, panties. The bedroom was a mess: unmade bed, textbooks everywhere, laundry basket tipped over.
Lera grabbed the black strapon from the drawer—the thick eight-inch one with the ridged head they all loved. She stepped into the harness, tightening the straps around her hips. The dildo jutted out, obscene against her slim frame.
Emily climbed on the bed on all fours, ass up. “Fuck me first. Hard.”
Lera spat on her hand, slicked the toy, then pressed the head against Emily’s entrance. One push and it slid in halfway. Emily yelped, then moaned deep.
“Goddamn, it’s big today,” Emily panted.
Lera gripped her hips and started thrusting—slow at first, then faster. Skin slapped skin. The bed creaked like it might break. Emily’s tits swung under her, nipples brushing the sheets.
Sarah watched for a second, then crawled in front. She spread her legs in front of Emily’s face.
“Eat me while she fucks you,” Sarah ordered.
Emily dove in, tongue flat against Sarah’s clit. Sarah grabbed her hair, grinding down. The taste of pizza still lingered on Emily’s breath, mixed with pussy.
Lera pounded harder. “You like that, slut? Getting fucked like a college whore?”
“Yes—fuck yes,” Emily mumbled into Sarah’s cunt.
Sarah felt her own orgasm building fast. She rocked against Emily’s mouth, clit throbbing. “Don’t stop. Suck it.”
Lera reached around, rubbing Emily’s clit in rough circles. Emily bucked, moaning loud into Sarah.
The room stank of sweat and sex. Someone’s phone buzzed on the nightstand—probably a roommate texting about class. They ignored it.
Emily came first. Her whole body tensed, thighs quivering. She screamed into Sarah’s pussy, juices dripping down her chin. Lera didn’t let up, slamming through the spasms.
“Fuck—I’m gonna—” Emily gasped.
Lera pulled out sudden, making Emily whine. “Not yet. Sarah’s turn.”
Sarah flipped onto her back, legs wide. Lera climbed between them, lined up, and thrust in deep. Sarah’s eyes rolled back.
“Oh shit… yes, fill me.”
Lera fucked her steady, hips snapping. Emily recovered enough to straddle Sarah’s face, lowering her soaked pussy down.
Sarah licked hungrily, tasting Emily’s cum. Emily ground down, smearing it everywhere.
Lera leaned forward, kissing Emily messy while she railed Sarah. Tongues tangled. Spit dripped.
Sarah felt it hit—pressure building low. “Harder. Fuck—I’m close.”
Lera slammed in, grinding the base against Sarah’s clit. Sarah exploded, back arching, squirting a little onto the sheets. She cried out, muffled by Emily’s pussy.
Emily came again seconds later, riding Sarah’s tongue through it.
Lera kept going a few more thrusts, then pulled out, breathing hard. She unbuckled the harness, tossed it aside.
They collapsed in a sweaty heap. Sheets stuck to skin. The fan spun lazily overhead.
Emily laughed breathlessly. “Pizza’s probably cold now.”
Sarah snorted. “Worth it.”
Lera reached over, grabbed her phone. “Roommate’s gonna be back in twenty. Better clean up.”
They groaned, but started moving. Emily wiped between her legs with a discarded shirt. Sarah pulled on shorts commando. Lera hid the strapon back in the drawer.
The microwave beeped from the kitchen—pizza forgotten, now stone cold.
Emily smirked at the others. “Round two after she leaves?”
Sarah grinned. “Obviously.”

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Michael slumped at his desk in the cramped single dorm room, scrolling through his phone while half-assing notes for econ. The place smelled like old pizza and Axe body spray. Posters of bands he barely listened to anymore peeled at the corners. His roommate was out for the weekend, thank fuck.
A knock. Light, hesitant.
He opened the door. Sarah stood there—petite brunette from his Tuesday lecture, the one with the tight jeans and messy ponytail who always sat two rows up. Backpack slung over one shoulder, notebook clutched to her chest.
“Hey,” she said, shifting her weight. “You still cool to go over the problem set? I’m fucking lost on the supply curves.”
“Yeah, come in.” Michael stepped aside. “Room’s a mess, sorry.”
She laughed—short, nervous. “Mine’s worse. Trust me.”
Sarah dropped her bag by the bed and sat cross-legged on the floor, pulling out her laptop. Michael dragged his chair over, sitting close enough their knees almost touched. The fluorescent overhead buzzed. Some dude down the hall blasted shitty trap music through thin walls.
They started simple. He explained demand shifts. She nodded, biting her lip, scribbling fast. Her hoodie rode up a little when she leaned forward—smooth skin, tiny waist. Michael tried not to stare.
Ten minutes in, she groaned. “This is hopeless. My brain’s fried.”
“Want a break?” He nodded at the mini-fridge. “Got some beers. Warm, but…”
She smirked. “You trying to get me drunk, Michael?”
“Nah. Just… hydration alternative.”
Sarah hesitated, then shrugged. “Fuck it. One.”
He handed her a can. Their fingers brushed. She cracked it open, took a sip, made a face. “Tastes like piss.”
“Welcome to college.”
They laughed. The tension loosened. She stretched her legs out, socks mismatched—one striped, one plain. Cute.
Conversation drifted. Class gossip. That professor who always smelled like weed. Parties last weekend. She admitted she hooked up with some frat guy once—regretted it five minutes later.
“Guys here suck at it,” she said quietly. “All hype, no follow-through.”
Michael raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She looked at him sideways. “You?”
He shrugged. “Haven’t had much action this semester. Too busy jerking off to porn instead of actually doing shit.”
Sarah snorted beer up her nose, coughing. “Honest. I like that.”
Silence stretched. Not awkward. Charged.
She set the can down. “You ever think about… me? Like, during class?”
Michael’s pulse kicked. “Sometimes.”
“Me too.” Her voice dropped. “You’re kinda hot when you’re focused. Biting your pen. All serious.”
He swallowed. “You’re distracting as fuck in those jeans.”
She grinned, slow. “Want a closer look?”
Before he could answer, Sarah crawled forward on her knees. Close now. Her breath smelled faintly of cheap beer. She reached out, palm flat on his thigh.
Michael’s cock twitched in his sweats. Obvious.
“Shit,” he muttered.
Sarah’s fingers traced the outline. “Been hard since I got here?”
“Pretty much.”
She tugged the waistband down. His dick sprang free—hard, leaking at the tip. No ceremony. Just need.
“Nice,” she whispered. Then her mouth was on him.
Wet heat. Tongue flat. She bobbed slow at first, getting used to it. Michael groaned, hand in her hair—not pushing, just holding. Her ponytail came loose; dark strands fell across her face.
“Fuck, Sarah…”
She popped off, stroking him slick. “You taste good.”
Then back down. Deeper. Gagging a little—real, not fake porn gagging. Eyes watered. She didn’t stop.
Michael’s hips bucked once. She hummed approval around him.
After a minute she pulled back, lips shiny. “I want you to fuck me.”
He didn’t need convincing.
Sarah stood, peeled off her hoodie and tank top. Small tits, pink nipples hard. No bra. Jeans next—wiggling to get them over her hips. Plain black panties, damp spot obvious.
She kicked them aside, climbed onto his narrow bed. Mattress creaked. Posters rattled against the wall.
Michael shoved his sweats off, grabbed a condom from the desk drawer. Hands shaky.
Sarah lay back, legs spread. Pink pussy glistening. Trimmed but not shaved bare—real. She rubbed her clit in slow circles while he rolled it on.
“Hurry,” she breathed. “I’m so fucking wet.”
He knelt between her thighs. Rubbed his cockhead against her slit. Slippery. Hot.
Pushed in slow.
Sarah gasped. “Oh shit… yeah…”
Tight. Warm. She clenched around him.
Michael bottomed out, balls against her ass. Paused. Let her adjust.
She hooked her legs around his waist. “Fuck me hard. Please.”
He did.
First thrusts careful—testing. Then faster. Bedframe banged the wall. Thump-thump-thump.
Sarah moaned—loud. No holding back.
“Shh,” he laughed breathlessly. “People’ll hear.”
“Let them,” she panted. “Fuck… right there…”
He angled up, hitting that spot. Her nails dug into his back. Skin slapping loud—wet, obscene.
Sweat beaded on her forehead. Hair stuck to her neck. She looked wrecked. Beautiful.
“Gonna come,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop—fuck—don’t stop—”
Her pussy fluttered. Then clamped down hard.
Sarah cried out—sharp, real. Back arched. Thighs shook.
Michael kept pounding through it. Chasing his own.
“Fuck—Sarah—I’m close—”
“Come inside the condom,” she gasped. “Fill it up.”
He slammed deep once, twice. Groaned low. Cock pulsed—hot spurts into the rubber.
They froze. Breathing ragged.
He collapsed half on her, half off the tiny bed.
After a minute, Sarah giggled. “That was… intense.”
“Yeah.” Michael pulled out slow. Condom heavy. He tied it off, tossed it in the trash.
She stretched, lazy. “We should finish the homework.”
He snorted. “After that?”
Sarah sat up, tits bouncing a little. Reached for her panties. “Multitasking.”
Michael grabbed his sweats. “You staying?”
She smirked, slipping the underwear back on. “If you want. I mean… we could go for round two after we figure out elasticity.”
He laughed. “Deal.”
She leaned over, kissed him quick—messy, tasting like sex and beer.
Outside, someone yelled down the hall. Music still thumped.
They pulled laptops back out. Sat side by side on the bed this time. Closer.
Sarah’s hand rested on his thigh while she typed.
Michael smiled to himself.
Homework could wait five more minutes.

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