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The dorm room was remarkably quiet for move-in week. Occasionally the girls could hear bustling coming from the halls as residents moved carts and luggage through the halls, but inside the only thing audible was the quiet beat from Tamryn’s earbuds. Only two of them had been there for more than an hour. The third resident of their suite was out, and the fourth hadn’t even moved in yet.
At a little past seven the door opened and Nakia walked in clutching a single sheet of paper in her hand. “We got a problem,” she said aloud.
Tamryn took the joint out of her mouth and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke. Her right foot was tucked under her left leg and she sat on the floor, leaning against the side of the sofa. If there had been a knock at the door she would have disappeared into her bedroom to avoid getting caught—when the door opened she already knew who it was. Already feeling a buzz coming on, she slowly turned her head to her Nakia and blinked.
Renee was laying on the floor facing the ceiling, her legs resting in the cushion of the sofa. She was reading the latest issue of Entertainment Weekly and buying textbooks at the same time. She could easily hear over the music and turned to Nakia as well.
“Whassup?” Renee asked, pulling out her earbuds.
“Number 4,” Nakia answered. “I got a copy of her rental agreement from one of the RA’s.”
“And?” asked Tamryn lazily. Smoke tendrils were curling out of her mouth.
“Not good,” answered Nakia. “Freshman, lives in the sticks somewhere in southern Louisiana. Four-point-O out of high school. Sounds like a real killjoy.”
“Sounds like a fuckin’ nerd,” remarked Tamryn.
“You know what this means, right?”
“What?” asked Renee.
Nakia looked over Tamryn. “You remember Portia? Used to stay on the fourth floor, across from the elevator?”
“I think so. Big bitch, used to fuck with that brotha from L.A.?”
“That’s her. You know what happened to her, right?”
“Nah.”
“Joslyn Taylor happened. Portia brought a bottle of cognac home one night and bitch-ass Joslyn reported her. Portia got kicked out the next day.”
“That’s fucked up,” said Renee, sitting upright.
“I know,” Nakia said, taking a step forward. “Portia, Deidre, Ebony and Tanika used to run this shit last year. But after that everybody backed down. Nobody even wanted to bring in a fuckin’ beer after that shit.” Nakia let the paper drop to the floor. “And Joslyn a RA now.”
“Damn,” Tamryn said slowly.
Nakia sighed. “That means no parties, no drinkin’, no sneakin’ in guys after hours.” She stopped and looked at Tamryn. “No more weed.”
“Fuck that shit.”
“I know. We gotta nip this shit in the bud. Make that bitch know who run shit around here.”
“How did we get stuck with a freshman, anyway?” Tamryn asked. Then, after a moment of thought, she turned to Renee. “No offense.”
“It’s alright,” Renee said quickly.
Nakia looked over their new roommate. She and Tamryn had “tested” Renee a couple of days ago--she’d passed easily and was quickly becoming friends with them. Having the right kind of roommates was important after such a bland first year. The two of them vowed to room together for year two and, after their other two selections transferred and dropped out, they were at the mercy of the housing department. Renee had been a lucky find, but this new girl Desiree didn’t look good. At least not on paper.
“When she gets in, we need to get on her ass. Full-on, hardcore interrogation. If we have to we’ll chase her ass out of here. Or we break her. And I mean break her hard.”
“Fuck yeah,” Renee said.
“Whose house is this?” Nakia said, looking at Tamryn.
She blew a huge cloud of smoke out of her mouth and smiled.
“This our fuckin’ house!”
“Damn right,” Nakia said, smiling herself.
The trio chatted about Desiree for another ten minutes, condemning her before even having set eyes on her. Then Nakia left to return to the lobby. She was hoping to get some more dirt on their number four, but she also hoped that the community director was still down there. She really wanted to fuck him.
Nakia stepped off the elevator and was surprised at how many latecomers were just now moving in, only a couple days before classes started. She weaved her way past the carts and tubs and walked behind the front desk (she worked there as an assistant) and was disappointed that both Daniel, the community director, and Rebecca, the RA who had spied on Desiree for her, were both gone. After a couple minutes chatting with the staff she started back to the room, and was almost out of earshot of the desk when she heard someone ask,
“How long is the cafeteria open tonight?”
Nakia stopped and turned around. The girl had a slight, almost unnoticeable Southern accent. Unless she was mistaken Desiree, their Number 4, was standing right in front of her.
Regardless of who she was, the girl was stunning. Utterly flawless. Her body was thick without being fat, with curves that other women would die to have. Her breasts stood out perfectly, making Nakia wondering what type of magic bra she had on to get that effect. Nakia felt a small tingle of jealousy inside and briefly hoped the girl had an ugly face. It wouldn’t be fair if she had the complete package.
She wasn’t the only one checking her out, either. At least two guys had turned their heads to look at her, and a skinny freshman was standing a few feet away ogling her ass. Nakia gave him a dirty look, which he noticed, but he just smiled at her and went right back to the ass.
After another half minute the girl reached forward and grabbed her keys, then turned towards the elevators. Nakia sighed. She was absolutely beautiful. She had one of those flawless, Tumblr-famous faces that looked like it belonged in magazines. Full lips, perfect, natural eyebrows, and hardly any makeup. She was a knockout. Nakia ignored her jealousy and made eye contact with her. The girl smiled.
“Hey,” the stranger said cheerfully, preparing to go around her.
“Are you Desiree?”
The girl stopped and smiled even wider. “How’d you know?”
Nakia hesitated for a second, swearing inside her head, then said, “Your accent gave you away. I’m in 916, too. I’m your roommate.”
The girl gave a short laugh, dropped the handle of her luggage and quickly gave Nakia a hug. “Wow! It’s great to meet you!” she said as Nakia lazily put an arm around her. “What’s your name?”
“Nakia.”
“Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun this year!” she said excitedly. Nakia could already gauge her personality. She was young, very passionate, and full of energy, which ordinarily would have been good qualities. But it also made her seem innocent, and Room 916 didn’t do innocent.
“Are you a first-year, too?” Desiree asked.
“No. Actually, our other two roommates are upstairs relaxin’—maybe we should wait until we get there before we start the introductions. That way you don’t have to repeat nothin’.”
“Right,” Desiree said quickly. She bent over to pick up her luggage (getting stares from at least two perverts in the process) and they headed to the elevator. When the doors closed Nakia changed her mind and started interrogating Desiree, wanting to get some facts out of her right away.
“So I know you’re a freshman. You meet any guys yet?”
“Guys?! No, I came straight from the airport.”
“They got guys at the airport.”
Desiree laughed. “I wasn’t looking.”
“Hmmmm…so no guys. At least not yet. We’ll find you somebody.”
Desiree only smiled.
“So do you smoke?”
She turned to Nakia. “No. You?”
“Every once in awhile.”
“I’m…pretty sure the rules say there’s no smoking in the building.”
A big red light flashed in Nakia’s head. She’d mentioned rules—not a good sign.
“Yeah, but who would know? Fuck the rules.”
Desiree’s smile faltered only a little. “I guess.”
Once they’d exited on the 9th floor Nakia asked a few other non-essential questions to keep her at ease, then turned the corner to their wing. There the two of them saw a tall sophomore standing outside his room, having what looked like an intense phone conversation. He didn’t raise his head to look at them, but as they passed Nakia noticed Desiree checking him out, hoping to make eye contact with him. Nakia smiled, the gears in her head turning quickly.
Once he was out of earshot Nakia asked, “You want that?”
“Want what?”
Nakia pointed her thumb back over her shoulder. “That dick back there. You want it?”
Desiree giggled, “No!”
“You know you can get that, right?”
“What is it with you and these guys?” Desiree said, a slight twang in her voice.
“’These guys’?”
“Look, I’m just tryin’ to focus on my studies. I promised myself no distractions this year. Not until I get into the groove, y’know?”
“Uh-huh.”
“There’ll be time for that later.”
“Yeah,” Nakia said, raising her eyebrows. She’d heard enough. Desiree had failed the test before even walking into 916.
She opened the door and the two of the walked in. Tamryn and Renee were still in the common area and had reverted back to their relaxed positions, but once they saw the new girl they stood up.
“Tamryn, Renee, this is Desiree, our new roommate,” Nakia said calmly. “Desiree, this is Tamryn and Renee.”
“Hi you guys!” Desiree said excitedly. Just as she did downstairs, she stepped up to Renee and embraced her for a few seconds. Nakia used the moment to look at Tamryn and dragged her thumb across her neck. Tamryn nodded, understanding the message clearly. When Desiree turned to her Tamryn put her hand on her shoulder to stop the incoming hug.
“I would, but I don’t wanna fuck up my buzz,” she said coldly. “Welcome to 916.”
Desiree’s spirit could not be put out. “Glad to meet you, Tamryn! So glad to be here!”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, I already heard enough about Desiree, so I’ll leave you guys alone to get acquainted,” Nakia said, turning back to the door. “I’ll be back in a few.”
“OK,” Desiree said, plainly wanting her to stay.
“Oh, by the way, we were talking earlier and all of us are synched up.”
Desiree hesitated. “Synched up? Ummm, what do—”
“We all got our periods,” Nakia said bluntly. “Weird, right? You got yours, too?”
Desiree blushed a little bit. “Oh, umm, no,” she said timidly.
“Oh. Cool. Just wondering.” It was a complete fabrication, but it gave Nakia valuable information. “Be back in a minute.”
Once she left the room Renee and Tamryn let Desiree do most of the talking. Their answers were more-or-less civil. She seemed to ask the usual bullshit most anyone would, but they volunteered little information about themselves. When asked directly the two of them give short replies, revealing as little as possible. They, too, could already see that Desiree was going to be a problem, and they waited patiently for Nakia’s return so they could work out a solution.
Nakia returned to 916 ten minutes later and found everyone in the common room—Desiree was telling a story, and Renee and Tamryn were pretending to be interested. Nakia waited for her to shut up, and when she did Nakia walked over.
“So now that everybody’s here let’s set up some ground rules,” she said, looking right into Desiree’s eyes. The girl didn’t stop smiling for a second.
“OK.”
“First, what happens in 916 stays in 916. Nothing that goes on here gets repeated to anybody. Not to boyfriends, neighbors, and damn sure not to nosy-ass RA’s. Got it?”
“Yeah, sure,” Desiree said. She waited for the others to agree, but no one said anything.
“Second, respect each other’s shit. Don’t take nothin’ without permission. If we ain’t here and you can’t get us on the phone, keep your hands off. Understood?”
“Yeah,” Desiree answered again.
“That’s pretty much it. We’ll work out cleaning schedules and shit later. Now, Desiree, since you the last one here we don’t have your class schedule. Maybe you can get that for us soon?”
“No problem,” she said, still as happy as ever.
"Damn, girl, where’d you get this?” Nakia said, sticking a finger under Desiree’s bra strap. “This is nice.”
“Thanks! Victoria’s Secret.”
“Lemme see it.”
Desiree paused, then slowly pulled her tank off the shoulder, exposing the top part of her bra. It was black with lace at the top, and it wasn’t a push-up. Nakia waved the other two over, and they surrounded her like prey.
“Check this out.”
“Damn,” said Tamryn.
“Fuck, you tryin’ to meet someone?” asked Renee.
“No,” Desiree answered, embarrassed.
“There was this guy in the hallway she was checkin’ out,” Nakia said quickly.
“I wasn’t checkin’ him out, I—“
“She was eyein’ him up. Probably tryin’ to bookmark him for later in the semester.”
Desiree didn’t respond. She pushed the strap of her tank top back over her shoulder.
“Wait, I didn’t get to see the whole thing,” Renee said quickly.
“Yeah, take yo’ shirt off,” Nakia added.
Desiree laughed, thinking they were joking. When she saw they weren’t her eyes widened.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, take it off,” Tamryn said, lifting it up from the bottom and starting to pull it upwards.
Desiree quickly pulled her shirt back down. “I don’t—”
“Relax, girl, ain’t no lezzies up in 916,” Tamryn said, again pulling up on her shirt.
“Strictly dick,” added Renee.
“Straight as an arrow,” Nakia chimed in.
Using little force, Tamryn pulled the shirt up over her head while Nakia and Renee got her arms through the holes. Once it was off she carelessly threw it on the floor and the three of them stared at Desiree.
“Whoa, look at dem TITTAYS!” Tamryn said loudly. The other two girls laughed, and Desiree’s face started to heat up. She hated the word “titties”, too, but of course she didn’t say anything.
"Damn girl, are you a D?”
“C.”
“Are you sure? Them mothafuckas pokin’ out like footballs.” Nakia and Tamryn each put a hand up under a breast and began jiggling it.
“And you say you ain’t tryin’ to get no dick,” Nakia taunted. “Bitch please!”
“I’m not—”
“Is this a matchin’ set?” asked Renee.
Desiree stopped and swallowed. “Yeah.”
“OK, then let us see the panties,” Nakia said. A second later her hands were Desiree’s zipper, and immediately Desiree grabbed her wrists.
“No, guys, oh my God!”
"Stop bein’ so fuckin’ prissy!” Renee snapped. She grabbed Desiree’s left hand and pulled it free, while Nakia dropped the zipper.
“Guys!”
Together Tamryn and Nakia started pulling her pants over her ass, feeling them get tight halfway down.
“Oh my God!”
She resisted, but it was too late. The three of them dropped her pants to the floor, and Nakia bent down to pull them, and her shoes, off of her feet. Within seconds Desiree was standing in the common room wearing nothing but underclothes and socks.
The three girls stood and looked at her. She was clearly humiliated, but (amazingly) not angry. Nakia knew she would have slapped someone for trying what they’d just done, and wondered exactly how soft this girl was.
“See? That wasn’t so bad. I don’t see what you so upset about, anyway. You got a perfect body.”
Desiree felt exposed in her boyshort/bra combo, and found it hard to look her roommates in the eye. “I need to go to my room,” she said quickly, turning to her left, but Nakia put her hand on the wall, blocking Desiree’s path.
“Why are you so uptight about sex?”
“I’m not uptight.”
“Yeah, you are. You say you don’t want no guys, but you clearly do. I mean, look at this shit. Now you actin’ like you not comfortable with your body. Are you a virgin?”
“No.”
“Don’t lie.”
“I’m not.”
“How many?” Renee asked.
Desiree turned to her. “Wha—”
“How many dicks have you had?”
“I—that’s private.”
“Nothin’s private in 916.”
Desiree paused for a second. “I’m—I don’t wanna answer that.”
“Just one?”
“No—I—”
“Just one dick,” Renee pronounced. The way Desiree stumbled through the question confirmed it for her, and confirmed it for the other two as well.
“So who was it? Boyfriend? Neighbor? Teacher? Pastor?”
A moment of silence, then, “It was my boyfriend.”
“How many times?”
“I—“
“Nothin’s private in 916,” Renee repeated.
“Guys! I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“You got a picture of him?” asked Nakia.
“Did he have a big dick?” asked Tamryn.
“Did he make you suck it?” asked Renee.
“Guys, c’mon!” Desiree said, raising her voice a little.
“Answer the fuckin’ question!” Nakia said, raising her voice. She was getting fed up with Desiree’s innocence. “How many times did you suck his dick?!”
Desiree was visibly nervous. Nakia looked into her said eyes and waited, but the answer never came. She had decided to stand her ground. And that was unfortunate, because Nakia was rapidly running out of patience. Quickly she grabbed both of Desiree’s wrists and pinned them, one on top of the other, to the wall behind her.
"Nakia! Let me g—”
“I asked you a question.”
Desiree stammered and stuttered some more, but still didn’t give an answer. Nakia sighed and shook her head, looking Desiree right in the eyes.
“Take ‘em off,” she said quietly. Tamryn looked at Renee and, together, they stripped her panties right off Desiree’s body.
Nakia let her go, and instantly Desiree’s hands went to cover her privates. Her skin was fully flushed at that point, and her eyes wide with shock.
“GIMME MY CLOTHES!” she shrieked, overcome with shock.
“Whew!” Renee screamed, giving Desiree’s rear end a gentle slap. “Look at that ass jiggle!”
“She been eatin’ grandma’s honey-buttah biscuits!” Tamryn added, and all three girls began laughing.
Once again Desiree tried to bolt to her bedroom, but Nakia caught her and spun her back around to face them.
“How many times did you suck yo’ boyfriend’s dick?!” Nakia asked again, getting herself under control. And, again, the question was met with silence. “HOW MANY TIMES?!” she yelled.
“I didn’t!” Desiree confessed, finally and reluctantly giving in. It wasn’t until the words were out that she realized she’d revealed too much.
“WHAT?!” the trio yelled in unison.
“Oh fuck!” Tamryn said, still laughing. “She ain’t never gave a blowjob!”
“You lucky bitch!” Renee said, and she and Tamryn just lost it, leaning on the wall and laughing at Desiree.
Nakia was the only one who managed to keep herself control. She smiled and turned to Tamryn, “Go to my room and look on the dresser. You’ll know when you see it.” She held Desiree by the arm until Tamryn returned with a very large banana. Nakia took it and approached Desiree, stroking the fruit and pointing it at her.
“Looks like class will be beginning a little early for you.”
Just then there was a knock at the door. Everyone except Desiree grew silent.
“Who is that?!” she asked, panicking and struggling to break free from Nakia’s grip.
“Well,” Nakia said, ignoring the question and tossing the banana on the couch, “Sometimes you have to learn on the job.”
“Let me go!” Desiree said, her voice becoming louder. “Let me—”
Nakia clasped her hand over Desiree’s mouth. “Shut the fuck up!” she said, getting so close that their noses were almost touching. “If you don’t want me to drag yo’ ass in that hallway right now you do what the fuck I tell you! You hear me?”
Desiree looked back at Nakia with wide eyes. Tamryn and Renee were holding her by the arms, pinning her against the wall. She reminded Renee of her cat the last time she tried to give it a bath.
“This is not the time to get defiant, bitch. You know I’ll do it. Nod your head if you understand,” Nakia said.
Desiree nodded. Nakia glared at her, then slowly removed her hand from Desiree’s mouth. She whimpered, still struggling, and after a moment she mumbled,
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because you want me to,” Nakia said quickly, “You just don’t know it yet.”
She then turned and walked to the door. “Stand in front of her,” she said over her shoulder. Tamryn and Renee stood shoulder-to-shoulder in front of her, using their bodies to immobilize her and shield her from view of the door. A moment later it opened a few inches and Desiree tensed, but remained trapped.
There was a hushed conversation, then the door opened completely. Desiree shuddered when she saw who it was. Her knees shaking , she put her hand back over her pussy and made another desperate attempt to bolt to her bedroom, but it was useless. She would have emptied her bank account to be somewhere, anywhere except that dorm room
As the newcomer and Nakia walked in their conversation gradually became audible. “…nah, it’s just a little initiation thing we doin’ here. Sorority hazing, off the books—you know how it is. She selected you personally.”
Desiree whimpered as the lie rolled off Nakia’s lips.
“What’s yo’ name again?”
“Marcus.”
“Marcus, this is Desiree, our new recruit. She actin’ a little shy.” Nakia motioned to Tamryn, and the two of them stepped aside and roughly pushed Desiree forward. She thought she’d burst into flames. It was the guy she’d seen in the hallway on the way upstairs.
She swallowed hard as he watched his eyes wash over her body. She had both hands cupped over her pussy, wanting to run but not wanting to expose her naked ass to him.
“Desiree, this is Marcus,” Nakia said calmly, “The guy you said you wanted to fuck. I got him for you. Now say thank you.”
Desiree said nothing and kept backing away from him.
“Do it,” Renee whispered, giving Desiree a quick shove forward.
“Say ‘Thank you, Big sister Nakia’”, Nakia said with a smirk on her face.
Desiree raised her head a little and, after a momentary pause, said, “Thank you…Big sister Nakia.”
“Good. Now get on your knees.”
Desiree paused for a long moment and, after feeling Tamryn painfully sticking a knuckle in between two of her vertebrae, obeyed. When she saw the stranger, Marcus, unzipping his pants, she forced herself to look up at him. He slowly pulled out a 7-inch semi-erect dick and gave it a single stroke. He was expecting a blowjob, only Desiree didn’t know how to give one. Not including her brother it was only the second dick she’d ever laid eyes on.
She heard Nakia’s voice again, only this time it was coming from behind her. “Put it in your mouth, and watch those teeth,” she ordered.
Desiree raised a shaking hand to the dick in front of her and grasped it loosely in the middle. Her heart pounded as it hardened further in her hands. Slowly she opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again and touched the bottom of it to her tongue. There was something liquid on it, and she recoiled quickly. Of course she knew what it was, but actually tasting it was a new experience for her.
“Put it in your mouth,” Nakia repeatedly firmly. She was much calmer than she was earlier.
Desiree put the head of his dick back on her tongue and slowly slid less than half of it inside, barely closing her mouth around it. Then she slid it out and repeated twice more before stopping to rest, thinking she had actually accomplished something.
“OK, enough of this,” Nakia said. She pulled the scrunchy off of Desiree’s hair, freeing it, and wrapped her brownish-black hair around her hand. “Open,” she commanded, and when Desiree obeyed Nakia instantly pushed forward, sliding most of Marcus’ dick over her tongue towards the back of her throat.
“Mmmmppfftt!” Desiree gagged and spit his dick out, coughing a little.
“Open,” Nakia repeated.
Desiree did, reluctantly, and Nakia pushed it in five times in rapid succession. She stopped, thinking Desiree couldn’t handle it, but when she heard no gagging sounds she pushed her head on his dick ten more times. This time Desiree spit it out and coughed some more, wiping the spit off her chin with the back of her hand.
“That’s how we suck dick in 916,” Nakia said loudly. “Do I have to show you again?”
“No,” Desiree said hurriedly.
“Then take off the training wheels and give us a show.”
Desiree looked up at Marcus and put his dick back in her mouth. She gave him about ten more sucks, none of which were as good as before. Without turning around she could feel Nakia’s disappointment and started again, trying harder. After a few sucks she heard Marcus moan and kept going, again feeling reassured. But Nakia wasn’t impressed.
“Put your hands down,” she said, frustrated. Desiree could feel her hands in her hair again and dropped her hands in her lap. Nakia rammed Desiree’s head forward harder and faster than before, this time not stopping at all. After trying to spit it out twice Desiree had to turn her head to the side—she must have given Marcus head for almost a minute straight without letup. Her eyes watering, she again wiped her mouth and spoke up.
“OK, OK…just wait…..”
“Don’t tell me to wait,” Nakia said, still cool as a cucumber. “Step yo’ game up.”
And they started over again. This continued for the better part of seven minutes. Nakia repeatedly pushed Desiree’s head onto Marcus’ dick, sometimes hard and sometimes harder, and Desiree kept stopping whenever she needed a break. And the breaks became further and further apart the longer they went at it.
When the girls saw Marcus grunt and throw his head back they knew he was close. Immediately Nakia yanked Desiree’s head back and let go of her hair.
“Alright, get up.”
Desiree paused to wipe her mouth and got to her knees.
Nakia looked at Marcus. “Fuck her,” she said simply.
Desiree briefly looked at Marcus, then turned sharply to Nakia.
“No, wait—”
“Shut up.”
Desiree opened her mouth to protest, but Marcus quickly took a step forward, put his hands behind Desiree’s head, and gave her a hard, heavy kiss on the mouth. Whatever fight that was left in Desiree melted away instantly. Renee even saw her eyes close for a second. The kiss was brief, though. Marcus gently pushed her backwards and lifted her leg, intending to fuck her against the wall. And that’s when Nakia stepped in, again.
“No,” she said, pushing him away, “Fuck her like a ho.”
Nakia spun Desiree around and pushed her back down, making her bend over. “Grab the wall,” she ordered, and when she did Marcus stepped up behind her and grabbed her by the waist. He reached down and stroked her pussy a few times. Desiree moaned. Surprised at how sensitive (and how wet) she was, he wasted no time putting his dick up against her hole and pushing it inside.
“Unff!” Desiree cried out
“Fuck, she’s a talker,” Tamryn said, calling it immediately.
Marcus left it in for a few seconds, feeling her insides spread for him, and started fucking her. Tamryn was right, because on nearly every other stroke Desiree let out a very load moan. She curved her back and bent her elbows, keeping Marcus’ thrusts from pushing her into the wall. After less than a minute she was already creaming his dick, and Marcus sped up. He paused briefly to pull off his shirt, then pushed it back in hard, almost balls deep. And the moans never stopped. Desiree’s roommates didn’t like that she was so loud but had to admit it was quite a turn on. All they had to do was look at her face (what little of it they could see) and they knew she was getting off.
After a couple minutes Renee commented on all the wax Desiree was producing and, just like that, the moans became irregular. Instead of grunting with each thrust they started becoming long and drawn out. Marcus responded and began plowing into her even quicker, his balls slapping against her clit twice a second. Her cum started staining the floor, dripping out of her pussy and off of Marcus’ sack. And then they knew she was cumming, because Desiree wasn’t moaning anymore. She was yelling, and nobody in the room was cold-hearted enough to quiet her.
The orgasms rolled off of her one after another. Some bigger, if loudness was an indication of intensity, and some smaller. By the time they reached the five minute mark Desiree seemed wiped out. It was no surprise—Marcus was nailing her to the wall so hard she could barely support herself anymore. Desiree had started to straighten herself, but Marcus kept pushing her head back down. He was enjoying watching her ass bounce each time he rammed her. Finally she reached back with her right hand, the universal symbol of stop, you’re fucking me too hard. Marcus plunged inside her three more times before pulling out, and the girls were very surprised that he didn’t shoot a load all over Desiree’s ass.
Nakia thought this was a good time to jump back in and reassert her authority. She walked over and started to say something, but Marcus’ attention was completely on Desiree. He turned her around, pushed her back against the wall and gave her a series of kisses, which she eagerly returned. Ten seconds turned into twenty, twenty turned into forty, and forty turned into a minute. Then another minute passed, and Tamryn shifted uncomfortably in place. “Damn,” she said softly, realizing she was more turned on by the kissing than the fucking.
Nakia smiled at the two of them, realizing that the fool was in love. She already knew how this would play out. Marcus would be a fixture in their dorm room now, coming over at all times of the night, fucking Desiree every night while the rest of them listened. Nothing she could do now would stop that.
“Enough,” she said loudly, just because she could.
Marcus stopped, but not because of Nakia. After taking a second to strip off the bra she was still wearing, he led her over to the sofa and lay her down, then raised one leg up and held it in place. Within seconds he had his dick at her pussy and pushed it most of the way inside, resuming the same speed he had earlier. Desiree reached down and gently stroked her clit with her right hand, but her gaze was on Marcus, and his was on her. She started moaning pretty much immediately, and it took less than a minute for her pussy to start dripping again. Tamryn noticed she was staining their sofa, but didn’t want to interrupt them. The rest of the world ceased to exist to those two.
After two minutes Desiree started screaming again and closed her eyes. Cum rolled down between her ass cheeks, making the wet spot on the cushion even bigger. Marcus slowed down ever so slightly and went in balls-deep with each stroke, grunting a bit himself. Seconds later he pulled out and held his dick just under the head. The first cum splurt was rather weak, but flew all the way to Desiree’s chest, landing right in between her tits. The second surge went even farther, leaving a creamy white streak on her neck and part of her shoulder. As he continued shooting he left milky lines up and down her body, covering her nipples and filling her belly button. The last few drops landed just above her clit and dripped down between her legs, mixing with her own cum and (again) staining the couch.
Marcus exhaled heavily , sweat running down his body as he and Desiree stared at each other. It was hard to believe that they had just met less than twenty minutes ago. She was having a hard time catching her breath, having never experienced so many powerful orgasms in such a short period of time. Her heart seemed like it was beating inside of her head, and hearing was difficult for awhile. She vaguely heard Marcus say something (it sounded like he was whispering) before he turned to Nakia, who was also saying…something.
“Time to go.”
Marcus wiped his forehead with his head. “What?”
“Don’t act like you didn’t hear me.”
“You gotta be k**din’ me!”
Nakia looked him right in the eye. “Do I look like I’m fuckin’ k**din’?! Get the fuck out!”
Marcus looked back down at Desiree, who still seemed dizzy.
“I’ll leave when I’m good and ready,” he exhaled.
“You’ll leave right now, or I’ll call campus security and have them arrest yo’ ass. Then you can spend tomorrow movin’ out all the shit you just moved in here.” She pulled out her phone and paused to let it sink in. “Say I won’t.”
Marcus hesitated. “This is fucked up,”
“Yeah, whateva. We know where you live. She’ll call you. Now get out.”
Marcus slowly stood and started to pick up his clothes. Nakia beat him to it, scooped his jeans and boxers off the floor, and threw them into the hallway.
“What the fuck—“
“When I say get out I mean now, not thirty seconds from now,” she said, returning for his boots and throwing them in the hallway, too.
“I’m butt-ass naked!”
“Get yo’ butt-ass naked in the hallway and get dressed, then!”
“Fuck, gimme a towel or—“
Nakia lifted her phone and started scrolling, then tapped the screen a couple of times. “Hello? Is this security?”
Marcus dropped his voice. “OK, OK, I’m gone,” he said quickly. Leaving his shirt behind, he walked into the hallway nude and quickly slipped into his boxers as the door slammed behind him.
Nakia turned from the door and walked towards Desiree, who seemed to be slowly returning to life. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked down at her cum-drizzled body, having forgotten what shame felt like.
“Get me her blanket,” Nakia said. Renee went into the room and retrieved it, and Nakia lay it on top of Desiree in a gentle, motherly way. Then she squatted down and softly brushed the hair from her closed eyes.
“Look at me,” she whispered.
After a moment Desiree’s tired eyes fluttered open.
“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but you’ll thank me for this one day.”
Desiree understood the words but didn’t understand Nakia at all. Part of her hated Nakia. She’d only gotten off the plane from three hours ago, and since then she’d been stripped, humiliated and fucked. Most of her belongings were still in a small corner in the lobby and she didn’t even care. She had a…boyfriend? A fuck buddy? Well, a something living down the hall from her, and she didn’t even know his last name. All of that was Nakia’s fault. Her and the 916 crew. Her roommates. She’d have to change rooms. There was no way she could stay there. Except the dorms were full—the desk assistant had told her that when they were chatting downstairs. No transfers unless approved. Which meant she had to stay. Stay and find a way to live with them, if that was that even possible.
Desiree turned over and faced the back of the sofa. She was exhausted from the flight, the cab ride, and, of course, from getting fucked and cumming a river. Her leg was still shaking and she was too tired to think anymore. Desiree pulled the blanket up around her and within seconds her eyes started to close. She was asleep less than a minute later.
Nakia stood up, stretched her back, and turned to Tamryn and Renee.
“That was fun,” she said with a smile. “Y’all wanna get somethin’ to eat?”
At a little past seven the door opened and Nakia walked in clutching a single sheet of paper in her hand. “We got a problem,” she said aloud.
Tamryn took the joint out of her mouth and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke. Her right foot was tucked under her left leg and she sat on the floor, leaning against the side of the sofa. If there had been a knock at the door she would have disappeared into her bedroom to avoid getting caught—when the door opened she already knew who it was. Already feeling a buzz coming on, she slowly turned her head to her Nakia and blinked.
Renee was laying on the floor facing the ceiling, her legs resting in the cushion of the sofa. She was reading the latest issue of Entertainment Weekly and buying textbooks at the same time. She could easily hear over the music and turned to Nakia as well.
“Whassup?” Renee asked, pulling out her earbuds.
“Number 4,” Nakia answered. “I got a copy of her rental agreement from one of the RA’s.”
“And?” asked Tamryn lazily. Smoke tendrils were curling out of her mouth.
“Not good,” answered Nakia. “Freshman, lives in the sticks somewhere in southern Louisiana. Four-point-O out of high school. Sounds like a real killjoy.”
“Sounds like a fuckin’ nerd,” remarked Tamryn.
“You know what this means, right?”
“What?” asked Renee.
Nakia looked over Tamryn. “You remember Portia? Used to stay on the fourth floor, across from the elevator?”
“I think so. Big bitch, used to fuck with that brotha from L.A.?”
“That’s her. You know what happened to her, right?”
“Nah.”
“Joslyn Taylor happened. Portia brought a bottle of cognac home one night and bitch-ass Joslyn reported her. Portia got kicked out the next day.”
“That’s fucked up,” said Renee, sitting upright.
“I know,” Nakia said, taking a step forward. “Portia, Deidre, Ebony and Tanika used to run this shit last year. But after that everybody backed down. Nobody even wanted to bring in a fuckin’ beer after that shit.” Nakia let the paper drop to the floor. “And Joslyn a RA now.”
“Damn,” Tamryn said slowly.
Nakia sighed. “That means no parties, no drinkin’, no sneakin’ in guys after hours.” She stopped and looked at Tamryn. “No more weed.”
“Fuck that shit.”
“I know. We gotta nip this shit in the bud. Make that bitch know who run shit around here.”
“How did we get stuck with a freshman, anyway?” Tamryn asked. Then, after a moment of thought, she turned to Renee. “No offense.”
“It’s alright,” Renee said quickly.
Nakia looked over their new roommate. She and Tamryn had “tested” Renee a couple of days ago--she’d passed easily and was quickly becoming friends with them. Having the right kind of roommates was important after such a bland first year. The two of them vowed to room together for year two and, after their other two selections transferred and dropped out, they were at the mercy of the housing department. Renee had been a lucky find, but this new girl Desiree didn’t look good. At least not on paper.
“When she gets in, we need to get on her ass. Full-on, hardcore interrogation. If we have to we’ll chase her ass out of here. Or we break her. And I mean break her hard.”
“Fuck yeah,” Renee said.
“Whose house is this?” Nakia said, looking at Tamryn.
She blew a huge cloud of smoke out of her mouth and smiled.
“This our fuckin’ house!”
“Damn right,” Nakia said, smiling herself.
The trio chatted about Desiree for another ten minutes, condemning her before even having set eyes on her. Then Nakia left to return to the lobby. She was hoping to get some more dirt on their number four, but she also hoped that the community director was still down there. She really wanted to fuck him.
Nakia stepped off the elevator and was surprised at how many latecomers were just now moving in, only a couple days before classes started. She weaved her way past the carts and tubs and walked behind the front desk (she worked there as an assistant) and was disappointed that both Daniel, the community director, and Rebecca, the RA who had spied on Desiree for her, were both gone. After a couple minutes chatting with the staff she started back to the room, and was almost out of earshot of the desk when she heard someone ask,
“How long is the cafeteria open tonight?”
Nakia stopped and turned around. The girl had a slight, almost unnoticeable Southern accent. Unless she was mistaken Desiree, their Number 4, was standing right in front of her.
Regardless of who she was, the girl was stunning. Utterly flawless. Her body was thick without being fat, with curves that other women would die to have. Her breasts stood out perfectly, making Nakia wondering what type of magic bra she had on to get that effect. Nakia felt a small tingle of jealousy inside and briefly hoped the girl had an ugly face. It wouldn’t be fair if she had the complete package.
She wasn’t the only one checking her out, either. At least two guys had turned their heads to look at her, and a skinny freshman was standing a few feet away ogling her ass. Nakia gave him a dirty look, which he noticed, but he just smiled at her and went right back to the ass.
After another half minute the girl reached forward and grabbed her keys, then turned towards the elevators. Nakia sighed. She was absolutely beautiful. She had one of those flawless, Tumblr-famous faces that looked like it belonged in magazines. Full lips, perfect, natural eyebrows, and hardly any makeup. She was a knockout. Nakia ignored her jealousy and made eye contact with her. The girl smiled.
“Hey,” the stranger said cheerfully, preparing to go around her.
“Are you Desiree?”
The girl stopped and smiled even wider. “How’d you know?”
Nakia hesitated for a second, swearing inside her head, then said, “Your accent gave you away. I’m in 916, too. I’m your roommate.”
The girl gave a short laugh, dropped the handle of her luggage and quickly gave Nakia a hug. “Wow! It’s great to meet you!” she said as Nakia lazily put an arm around her. “What’s your name?”
“Nakia.”
“Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun this year!” she said excitedly. Nakia could already gauge her personality. She was young, very passionate, and full of energy, which ordinarily would have been good qualities. But it also made her seem innocent, and Room 916 didn’t do innocent.
“Are you a first-year, too?” Desiree asked.
“No. Actually, our other two roommates are upstairs relaxin’—maybe we should wait until we get there before we start the introductions. That way you don’t have to repeat nothin’.”
“Right,” Desiree said quickly. She bent over to pick up her luggage (getting stares from at least two perverts in the process) and they headed to the elevator. When the doors closed Nakia changed her mind and started interrogating Desiree, wanting to get some facts out of her right away.
“So I know you’re a freshman. You meet any guys yet?”
“Guys?! No, I came straight from the airport.”
“They got guys at the airport.”
Desiree laughed. “I wasn’t looking.”
“Hmmmm…so no guys. At least not yet. We’ll find you somebody.”
Desiree only smiled.
“So do you smoke?”
She turned to Nakia. “No. You?”
“Every once in awhile.”
“I’m…pretty sure the rules say there’s no smoking in the building.”
A big red light flashed in Nakia’s head. She’d mentioned rules—not a good sign.
“Yeah, but who would know? Fuck the rules.”
Desiree’s smile faltered only a little. “I guess.”
Once they’d exited on the 9th floor Nakia asked a few other non-essential questions to keep her at ease, then turned the corner to their wing. There the two of them saw a tall sophomore standing outside his room, having what looked like an intense phone conversation. He didn’t raise his head to look at them, but as they passed Nakia noticed Desiree checking him out, hoping to make eye contact with him. Nakia smiled, the gears in her head turning quickly.
Once he was out of earshot Nakia asked, “You want that?”
“Want what?”
Nakia pointed her thumb back over her shoulder. “That dick back there. You want it?”
Desiree giggled, “No!”
“You know you can get that, right?”
“What is it with you and these guys?” Desiree said, a slight twang in her voice.
“’These guys’?”
“Look, I’m just tryin’ to focus on my studies. I promised myself no distractions this year. Not until I get into the groove, y’know?”
“Uh-huh.”
“There’ll be time for that later.”
“Yeah,” Nakia said, raising her eyebrows. She’d heard enough. Desiree had failed the test before even walking into 916.
She opened the door and the two of the walked in. Tamryn and Renee were still in the common area and had reverted back to their relaxed positions, but once they saw the new girl they stood up.
“Tamryn, Renee, this is Desiree, our new roommate,” Nakia said calmly. “Desiree, this is Tamryn and Renee.”
“Hi you guys!” Desiree said excitedly. Just as she did downstairs, she stepped up to Renee and embraced her for a few seconds. Nakia used the moment to look at Tamryn and dragged her thumb across her neck. Tamryn nodded, understanding the message clearly. When Desiree turned to her Tamryn put her hand on her shoulder to stop the incoming hug.
“I would, but I don’t wanna fuck up my buzz,” she said coldly. “Welcome to 916.”
Desiree’s spirit could not be put out. “Glad to meet you, Tamryn! So glad to be here!”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, I already heard enough about Desiree, so I’ll leave you guys alone to get acquainted,” Nakia said, turning back to the door. “I’ll be back in a few.”
“OK,” Desiree said, plainly wanting her to stay.
“Oh, by the way, we were talking earlier and all of us are synched up.”
Desiree hesitated. “Synched up? Ummm, what do—”
“We all got our periods,” Nakia said bluntly. “Weird, right? You got yours, too?”
Desiree blushed a little bit. “Oh, umm, no,” she said timidly.
“Oh. Cool. Just wondering.” It was a complete fabrication, but it gave Nakia valuable information. “Be back in a minute.”
Once she left the room Renee and Tamryn let Desiree do most of the talking. Their answers were more-or-less civil. She seemed to ask the usual bullshit most anyone would, but they volunteered little information about themselves. When asked directly the two of them give short replies, revealing as little as possible. They, too, could already see that Desiree was going to be a problem, and they waited patiently for Nakia’s return so they could work out a solution.
Nakia returned to 916 ten minutes later and found everyone in the common room—Desiree was telling a story, and Renee and Tamryn were pretending to be interested. Nakia waited for her to shut up, and when she did Nakia walked over.
“So now that everybody’s here let’s set up some ground rules,” she said, looking right into Desiree’s eyes. The girl didn’t stop smiling for a second.
“OK.”
“First, what happens in 916 stays in 916. Nothing that goes on here gets repeated to anybody. Not to boyfriends, neighbors, and damn sure not to nosy-ass RA’s. Got it?”
“Yeah, sure,” Desiree said. She waited for the others to agree, but no one said anything.
“Second, respect each other’s shit. Don’t take nothin’ without permission. If we ain’t here and you can’t get us on the phone, keep your hands off. Understood?”
“Yeah,” Desiree answered again.
“That’s pretty much it. We’ll work out cleaning schedules and shit later. Now, Desiree, since you the last one here we don’t have your class schedule. Maybe you can get that for us soon?”
“No problem,” she said, still as happy as ever.
"Damn, girl, where’d you get this?” Nakia said, sticking a finger under Desiree’s bra strap. “This is nice.”
“Thanks! Victoria’s Secret.”
“Lemme see it.”
Desiree paused, then slowly pulled her tank off the shoulder, exposing the top part of her bra. It was black with lace at the top, and it wasn’t a push-up. Nakia waved the other two over, and they surrounded her like prey.
“Check this out.”
“Damn,” said Tamryn.
“Fuck, you tryin’ to meet someone?” asked Renee.
“No,” Desiree answered, embarrassed.
“There was this guy in the hallway she was checkin’ out,” Nakia said quickly.
“I wasn’t checkin’ him out, I—“
“She was eyein’ him up. Probably tryin’ to bookmark him for later in the semester.”
Desiree didn’t respond. She pushed the strap of her tank top back over her shoulder.
“Wait, I didn’t get to see the whole thing,” Renee said quickly.
“Yeah, take yo’ shirt off,” Nakia added.
Desiree laughed, thinking they were joking. When she saw they weren’t her eyes widened.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, take it off,” Tamryn said, lifting it up from the bottom and starting to pull it upwards.
Desiree quickly pulled her shirt back down. “I don’t—”
“Relax, girl, ain’t no lezzies up in 916,” Tamryn said, again pulling up on her shirt.
“Strictly dick,” added Renee.
“Straight as an arrow,” Nakia chimed in.
Using little force, Tamryn pulled the shirt up over her head while Nakia and Renee got her arms through the holes. Once it was off she carelessly threw it on the floor and the three of them stared at Desiree.
“Whoa, look at dem TITTAYS!” Tamryn said loudly. The other two girls laughed, and Desiree’s face started to heat up. She hated the word “titties”, too, but of course she didn’t say anything.
"Damn girl, are you a D?”
“C.”
“Are you sure? Them mothafuckas pokin’ out like footballs.” Nakia and Tamryn each put a hand up under a breast and began jiggling it.
“And you say you ain’t tryin’ to get no dick,” Nakia taunted. “Bitch please!”
“I’m not—”
“Is this a matchin’ set?” asked Renee.
Desiree stopped and swallowed. “Yeah.”
“OK, then let us see the panties,” Nakia said. A second later her hands were Desiree’s zipper, and immediately Desiree grabbed her wrists.
“No, guys, oh my God!”
"Stop bein’ so fuckin’ prissy!” Renee snapped. She grabbed Desiree’s left hand and pulled it free, while Nakia dropped the zipper.
“Guys!”
Together Tamryn and Nakia started pulling her pants over her ass, feeling them get tight halfway down.
“Oh my God!”
She resisted, but it was too late. The three of them dropped her pants to the floor, and Nakia bent down to pull them, and her shoes, off of her feet. Within seconds Desiree was standing in the common room wearing nothing but underclothes and socks.
The three girls stood and looked at her. She was clearly humiliated, but (amazingly) not angry. Nakia knew she would have slapped someone for trying what they’d just done, and wondered exactly how soft this girl was.
“See? That wasn’t so bad. I don’t see what you so upset about, anyway. You got a perfect body.”
Desiree felt exposed in her boyshort/bra combo, and found it hard to look her roommates in the eye. “I need to go to my room,” she said quickly, turning to her left, but Nakia put her hand on the wall, blocking Desiree’s path.
“Why are you so uptight about sex?”
“I’m not uptight.”
“Yeah, you are. You say you don’t want no guys, but you clearly do. I mean, look at this shit. Now you actin’ like you not comfortable with your body. Are you a virgin?”
“No.”
“Don’t lie.”
“I’m not.”
“How many?” Renee asked.
Desiree turned to her. “Wha—”
“How many dicks have you had?”
“I—that’s private.”
“Nothin’s private in 916.”
Desiree paused for a second. “I’m—I don’t wanna answer that.”
“Just one?”
“No—I—”
“Just one dick,” Renee pronounced. The way Desiree stumbled through the question confirmed it for her, and confirmed it for the other two as well.
“So who was it? Boyfriend? Neighbor? Teacher? Pastor?”
A moment of silence, then, “It was my boyfriend.”
“How many times?”
“I—“
“Nothin’s private in 916,” Renee repeated.
“Guys! I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“You got a picture of him?” asked Nakia.
“Did he have a big dick?” asked Tamryn.
“Did he make you suck it?” asked Renee.
“Guys, c’mon!” Desiree said, raising her voice a little.
“Answer the fuckin’ question!” Nakia said, raising her voice. She was getting fed up with Desiree’s innocence. “How many times did you suck his dick?!”
Desiree was visibly nervous. Nakia looked into her said eyes and waited, but the answer never came. She had decided to stand her ground. And that was unfortunate, because Nakia was rapidly running out of patience. Quickly she grabbed both of Desiree’s wrists and pinned them, one on top of the other, to the wall behind her.
"Nakia! Let me g—”
“I asked you a question.”
Desiree stammered and stuttered some more, but still didn’t give an answer. Nakia sighed and shook her head, looking Desiree right in the eyes.
“Take ‘em off,” she said quietly. Tamryn looked at Renee and, together, they stripped her panties right off Desiree’s body.
Nakia let her go, and instantly Desiree’s hands went to cover her privates. Her skin was fully flushed at that point, and her eyes wide with shock.
“GIMME MY CLOTHES!” she shrieked, overcome with shock.
“Whew!” Renee screamed, giving Desiree’s rear end a gentle slap. “Look at that ass jiggle!”
“She been eatin’ grandma’s honey-buttah biscuits!” Tamryn added, and all three girls began laughing.
Once again Desiree tried to bolt to her bedroom, but Nakia caught her and spun her back around to face them.
“How many times did you suck yo’ boyfriend’s dick?!” Nakia asked again, getting herself under control. And, again, the question was met with silence. “HOW MANY TIMES?!” she yelled.
“I didn’t!” Desiree confessed, finally and reluctantly giving in. It wasn’t until the words were out that she realized she’d revealed too much.
“WHAT?!” the trio yelled in unison.
“Oh fuck!” Tamryn said, still laughing. “She ain’t never gave a blowjob!”
“You lucky bitch!” Renee said, and she and Tamryn just lost it, leaning on the wall and laughing at Desiree.
Nakia was the only one who managed to keep herself control. She smiled and turned to Tamryn, “Go to my room and look on the dresser. You’ll know when you see it.” She held Desiree by the arm until Tamryn returned with a very large banana. Nakia took it and approached Desiree, stroking the fruit and pointing it at her.
“Looks like class will be beginning a little early for you.”
Just then there was a knock at the door. Everyone except Desiree grew silent.
“Who is that?!” she asked, panicking and struggling to break free from Nakia’s grip.
“Well,” Nakia said, ignoring the question and tossing the banana on the couch, “Sometimes you have to learn on the job.”
“Let me go!” Desiree said, her voice becoming louder. “Let me—”
Nakia clasped her hand over Desiree’s mouth. “Shut the fuck up!” she said, getting so close that their noses were almost touching. “If you don’t want me to drag yo’ ass in that hallway right now you do what the fuck I tell you! You hear me?”
Desiree looked back at Nakia with wide eyes. Tamryn and Renee were holding her by the arms, pinning her against the wall. She reminded Renee of her cat the last time she tried to give it a bath.
“This is not the time to get defiant, bitch. You know I’ll do it. Nod your head if you understand,” Nakia said.
Desiree nodded. Nakia glared at her, then slowly removed her hand from Desiree’s mouth. She whimpered, still struggling, and after a moment she mumbled,
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because you want me to,” Nakia said quickly, “You just don’t know it yet.”
She then turned and walked to the door. “Stand in front of her,” she said over her shoulder. Tamryn and Renee stood shoulder-to-shoulder in front of her, using their bodies to immobilize her and shield her from view of the door. A moment later it opened a few inches and Desiree tensed, but remained trapped.
There was a hushed conversation, then the door opened completely. Desiree shuddered when she saw who it was. Her knees shaking , she put her hand back over her pussy and made another desperate attempt to bolt to her bedroom, but it was useless. She would have emptied her bank account to be somewhere, anywhere except that dorm room
As the newcomer and Nakia walked in their conversation gradually became audible. “…nah, it’s just a little initiation thing we doin’ here. Sorority hazing, off the books—you know how it is. She selected you personally.”
Desiree whimpered as the lie rolled off Nakia’s lips.
“What’s yo’ name again?”
“Marcus.”
“Marcus, this is Desiree, our new recruit. She actin’ a little shy.” Nakia motioned to Tamryn, and the two of them stepped aside and roughly pushed Desiree forward. She thought she’d burst into flames. It was the guy she’d seen in the hallway on the way upstairs.
She swallowed hard as he watched his eyes wash over her body. She had both hands cupped over her pussy, wanting to run but not wanting to expose her naked ass to him.
“Desiree, this is Marcus,” Nakia said calmly, “The guy you said you wanted to fuck. I got him for you. Now say thank you.”
Desiree said nothing and kept backing away from him.
“Do it,” Renee whispered, giving Desiree a quick shove forward.
“Say ‘Thank you, Big sister Nakia’”, Nakia said with a smirk on her face.
Desiree raised her head a little and, after a momentary pause, said, “Thank you…Big sister Nakia.”
“Good. Now get on your knees.”
Desiree paused for a long moment and, after feeling Tamryn painfully sticking a knuckle in between two of her vertebrae, obeyed. When she saw the stranger, Marcus, unzipping his pants, she forced herself to look up at him. He slowly pulled out a 7-inch semi-erect dick and gave it a single stroke. He was expecting a blowjob, only Desiree didn’t know how to give one. Not including her brother it was only the second dick she’d ever laid eyes on.
She heard Nakia’s voice again, only this time it was coming from behind her. “Put it in your mouth, and watch those teeth,” she ordered.
Desiree raised a shaking hand to the dick in front of her and grasped it loosely in the middle. Her heart pounded as it hardened further in her hands. Slowly she opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again and touched the bottom of it to her tongue. There was something liquid on it, and she recoiled quickly. Of course she knew what it was, but actually tasting it was a new experience for her.
“Put it in your mouth,” Nakia repeatedly firmly. She was much calmer than she was earlier.
Desiree put the head of his dick back on her tongue and slowly slid less than half of it inside, barely closing her mouth around it. Then she slid it out and repeated twice more before stopping to rest, thinking she had actually accomplished something.
“OK, enough of this,” Nakia said. She pulled the scrunchy off of Desiree’s hair, freeing it, and wrapped her brownish-black hair around her hand. “Open,” she commanded, and when Desiree obeyed Nakia instantly pushed forward, sliding most of Marcus’ dick over her tongue towards the back of her throat.
“Mmmmppfftt!” Desiree gagged and spit his dick out, coughing a little.
“Open,” Nakia repeated.
Desiree did, reluctantly, and Nakia pushed it in five times in rapid succession. She stopped, thinking Desiree couldn’t handle it, but when she heard no gagging sounds she pushed her head on his dick ten more times. This time Desiree spit it out and coughed some more, wiping the spit off her chin with the back of her hand.
“That’s how we suck dick in 916,” Nakia said loudly. “Do I have to show you again?”
“No,” Desiree said hurriedly.
“Then take off the training wheels and give us a show.”
Desiree looked up at Marcus and put his dick back in her mouth. She gave him about ten more sucks, none of which were as good as before. Without turning around she could feel Nakia’s disappointment and started again, trying harder. After a few sucks she heard Marcus moan and kept going, again feeling reassured. But Nakia wasn’t impressed.
“Put your hands down,” she said, frustrated. Desiree could feel her hands in her hair again and dropped her hands in her lap. Nakia rammed Desiree’s head forward harder and faster than before, this time not stopping at all. After trying to spit it out twice Desiree had to turn her head to the side—she must have given Marcus head for almost a minute straight without letup. Her eyes watering, she again wiped her mouth and spoke up.
“OK, OK…just wait…..”
“Don’t tell me to wait,” Nakia said, still cool as a cucumber. “Step yo’ game up.”
And they started over again. This continued for the better part of seven minutes. Nakia repeatedly pushed Desiree’s head onto Marcus’ dick, sometimes hard and sometimes harder, and Desiree kept stopping whenever she needed a break. And the breaks became further and further apart the longer they went at it.
When the girls saw Marcus grunt and throw his head back they knew he was close. Immediately Nakia yanked Desiree’s head back and let go of her hair.
“Alright, get up.”
Desiree paused to wipe her mouth and got to her knees.
Nakia looked at Marcus. “Fuck her,” she said simply.
Desiree briefly looked at Marcus, then turned sharply to Nakia.
“No, wait—”
“Shut up.”
Desiree opened her mouth to protest, but Marcus quickly took a step forward, put his hands behind Desiree’s head, and gave her a hard, heavy kiss on the mouth. Whatever fight that was left in Desiree melted away instantly. Renee even saw her eyes close for a second. The kiss was brief, though. Marcus gently pushed her backwards and lifted her leg, intending to fuck her against the wall. And that’s when Nakia stepped in, again.
“No,” she said, pushing him away, “Fuck her like a ho.”
Nakia spun Desiree around and pushed her back down, making her bend over. “Grab the wall,” she ordered, and when she did Marcus stepped up behind her and grabbed her by the waist. He reached down and stroked her pussy a few times. Desiree moaned. Surprised at how sensitive (and how wet) she was, he wasted no time putting his dick up against her hole and pushing it inside.
“Unff!” Desiree cried out
“Fuck, she’s a talker,” Tamryn said, calling it immediately.
Marcus left it in for a few seconds, feeling her insides spread for him, and started fucking her. Tamryn was right, because on nearly every other stroke Desiree let out a very load moan. She curved her back and bent her elbows, keeping Marcus’ thrusts from pushing her into the wall. After less than a minute she was already creaming his dick, and Marcus sped up. He paused briefly to pull off his shirt, then pushed it back in hard, almost balls deep. And the moans never stopped. Desiree’s roommates didn’t like that she was so loud but had to admit it was quite a turn on. All they had to do was look at her face (what little of it they could see) and they knew she was getting off.
After a couple minutes Renee commented on all the wax Desiree was producing and, just like that, the moans became irregular. Instead of grunting with each thrust they started becoming long and drawn out. Marcus responded and began plowing into her even quicker, his balls slapping against her clit twice a second. Her cum started staining the floor, dripping out of her pussy and off of Marcus’ sack. And then they knew she was cumming, because Desiree wasn’t moaning anymore. She was yelling, and nobody in the room was cold-hearted enough to quiet her.
The orgasms rolled off of her one after another. Some bigger, if loudness was an indication of intensity, and some smaller. By the time they reached the five minute mark Desiree seemed wiped out. It was no surprise—Marcus was nailing her to the wall so hard she could barely support herself anymore. Desiree had started to straighten herself, but Marcus kept pushing her head back down. He was enjoying watching her ass bounce each time he rammed her. Finally she reached back with her right hand, the universal symbol of stop, you’re fucking me too hard. Marcus plunged inside her three more times before pulling out, and the girls were very surprised that he didn’t shoot a load all over Desiree’s ass.
Nakia thought this was a good time to jump back in and reassert her authority. She walked over and started to say something, but Marcus’ attention was completely on Desiree. He turned her around, pushed her back against the wall and gave her a series of kisses, which she eagerly returned. Ten seconds turned into twenty, twenty turned into forty, and forty turned into a minute. Then another minute passed, and Tamryn shifted uncomfortably in place. “Damn,” she said softly, realizing she was more turned on by the kissing than the fucking.
Nakia smiled at the two of them, realizing that the fool was in love. She already knew how this would play out. Marcus would be a fixture in their dorm room now, coming over at all times of the night, fucking Desiree every night while the rest of them listened. Nothing she could do now would stop that.
“Enough,” she said loudly, just because she could.
Marcus stopped, but not because of Nakia. After taking a second to strip off the bra she was still wearing, he led her over to the sofa and lay her down, then raised one leg up and held it in place. Within seconds he had his dick at her pussy and pushed it most of the way inside, resuming the same speed he had earlier. Desiree reached down and gently stroked her clit with her right hand, but her gaze was on Marcus, and his was on her. She started moaning pretty much immediately, and it took less than a minute for her pussy to start dripping again. Tamryn noticed she was staining their sofa, but didn’t want to interrupt them. The rest of the world ceased to exist to those two.
After two minutes Desiree started screaming again and closed her eyes. Cum rolled down between her ass cheeks, making the wet spot on the cushion even bigger. Marcus slowed down ever so slightly and went in balls-deep with each stroke, grunting a bit himself. Seconds later he pulled out and held his dick just under the head. The first cum splurt was rather weak, but flew all the way to Desiree’s chest, landing right in between her tits. The second surge went even farther, leaving a creamy white streak on her neck and part of her shoulder. As he continued shooting he left milky lines up and down her body, covering her nipples and filling her belly button. The last few drops landed just above her clit and dripped down between her legs, mixing with her own cum and (again) staining the couch.
Marcus exhaled heavily , sweat running down his body as he and Desiree stared at each other. It was hard to believe that they had just met less than twenty minutes ago. She was having a hard time catching her breath, having never experienced so many powerful orgasms in such a short period of time. Her heart seemed like it was beating inside of her head, and hearing was difficult for awhile. She vaguely heard Marcus say something (it sounded like he was whispering) before he turned to Nakia, who was also saying…something.
“Time to go.”
Marcus wiped his forehead with his head. “What?”
“Don’t act like you didn’t hear me.”
“You gotta be k**din’ me!”
Nakia looked him right in the eye. “Do I look like I’m fuckin’ k**din’?! Get the fuck out!”
Marcus looked back down at Desiree, who still seemed dizzy.
“I’ll leave when I’m good and ready,” he exhaled.
“You’ll leave right now, or I’ll call campus security and have them arrest yo’ ass. Then you can spend tomorrow movin’ out all the shit you just moved in here.” She pulled out her phone and paused to let it sink in. “Say I won’t.”
Marcus hesitated. “This is fucked up,”
“Yeah, whateva. We know where you live. She’ll call you. Now get out.”
Marcus slowly stood and started to pick up his clothes. Nakia beat him to it, scooped his jeans and boxers off the floor, and threw them into the hallway.
“What the fuck—“
“When I say get out I mean now, not thirty seconds from now,” she said, returning for his boots and throwing them in the hallway, too.
“I’m butt-ass naked!”
“Get yo’ butt-ass naked in the hallway and get dressed, then!”
“Fuck, gimme a towel or—“
Nakia lifted her phone and started scrolling, then tapped the screen a couple of times. “Hello? Is this security?”
Marcus dropped his voice. “OK, OK, I’m gone,” he said quickly. Leaving his shirt behind, he walked into the hallway nude and quickly slipped into his boxers as the door slammed behind him.
Nakia turned from the door and walked towards Desiree, who seemed to be slowly returning to life. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked down at her cum-drizzled body, having forgotten what shame felt like.
“Get me her blanket,” Nakia said. Renee went into the room and retrieved it, and Nakia lay it on top of Desiree in a gentle, motherly way. Then she squatted down and softly brushed the hair from her closed eyes.
“Look at me,” she whispered.
After a moment Desiree’s tired eyes fluttered open.
“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but you’ll thank me for this one day.”
Desiree understood the words but didn’t understand Nakia at all. Part of her hated Nakia. She’d only gotten off the plane from three hours ago, and since then she’d been stripped, humiliated and fucked. Most of her belongings were still in a small corner in the lobby and she didn’t even care. She had a…boyfriend? A fuck buddy? Well, a something living down the hall from her, and she didn’t even know his last name. All of that was Nakia’s fault. Her and the 916 crew. Her roommates. She’d have to change rooms. There was no way she could stay there. Except the dorms were full—the desk assistant had told her that when they were chatting downstairs. No transfers unless approved. Which meant she had to stay. Stay and find a way to live with them, if that was that even possible.
Desiree turned over and faced the back of the sofa. She was exhausted from the flight, the cab ride, and, of course, from getting fucked and cumming a river. Her leg was still shaking and she was too tired to think anymore. Desiree pulled the blanket up around her and within seconds her eyes started to close. She was asleep less than a minute later.
Nakia stood up, stretched her back, and turned to Tamryn and Renee.
“That was fun,” she said with a smile. “Y’all wanna get somethin’ to eat?”
Angelica
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