7: Screw Me, Roomie

Our parents weren't too freaked out by the fact my sister, Alex, and I had gone camping for a night together - just to try it out, unaided. My dad found it funny that we'd had such a miserable time with the cold and complete absence of showers. Maybe they were just trusting folks, or perhaps they were simply naive, because there wasn't any mention of the word 'inappropriate' or anything like it. He gave us a Camping Club guide and said we could use the tents any time. Maybe he hadn't noticed that only one tent had been taken? We remembered to take both in future.

And we did, several more times that summer before college. We became camping-addicts, almost. The great outdoors, the rugged adventurism, the wild and unbridled sex... they were all very good reasons to camp. We didn't try the poo-thing again, but we did get to borrow the van eventually, and - with the van - Charlotte and Nic came along as well. How do four teenagers sleep in a van with only two bunks and a small double bed? We didn't! Fortunately, the van's stabiliser legs kept it from wobbling too much all night.

Eventually the day came that we had to go south to college in the exotic and unfamiliar land of South Yorkshire which was definitely NOT in the Midlands (according to the locals we met there). As far as Alex and I were concerned, the North started at York, but we didn't tell anyone that until we knew them well enough that they weren't offended - or knew them well enough that they could get over it if they WERE offended.

We arrived at Woodville Hall near the Collegiate Crescent campus at about eleven, having left early in the morning and given ourselves plenty of time for traffic. I'd not brought much, because Alex had and I wanted to be able to pack the car again at some point. We went in and were told that check-in started at three p. m. by the Porter, who was named Dave and seemed like a friendly chap despite his bastard-esque moustache. He told us our room assignments, though. I was on the first floor, room seventeen and Alex was on the fourth, in room four. We'd kind of expected that we wouldn't necessarily be near each other.

"Your roommates are a lad called Keith for you, Nick, and a girl called Sam for you, Alex," he told us.

"Roommates?" Alex asked. There had been no mention of that! We were supposed to have our own rooms. "We're paying for single rooms," she said.

Dave sighed. "I know. It's a temporary thing. We don't have enough rooms to go around..." He looked around surreptitiously, then added in a lower voice, "... Because some daft twat knobbed it up!" He smiled. "Pardon me French, miss."

That was a great start! A bit of a laugh, but also a bit of a downer. We were looking forward to a little privacy. We confirmed that we'd be able to park there and I got my sticker for the windshield - we'd paid for that, too. Hopefully, they didn't try to double up on parking as well, since there were only about twelve spaces in all. Dave said not many students had cars.

We lounged against ours and smoked. Alex sat on the bonnet in her tight leggings. "You never told me how you got this," she mentioned.

I laughed. "I shagged a guy while he videotaped it, then he gave me money."

She gawked at me. "That's prostitution."

I shrugged. "He didn't say he was going to pay me. I just wanted to suck his enormous dick and have it snake its way up my poop-chute. Then he handed me cash. What the fuck was I going to do? Throw it in his face?" I neglected to mention that I'd happily accepted cash for a couple of blowjobs beforehand... but I wasn't strictly lying - nobody SAID anything about money.

"Must have been a really good shag," she said glancing over the Volvo.

"I'm sure it was spectacular, but it was also a very cheap car." A few other people started appearing, so we put paid to any more sexy conversation and started thinking of things to do for a few hours.

Another vehicle pulled up while we were deciding what to do with our extra time. A nattily-dressed lad - with a normal moustache - wearing a cream blazer with a pink-striped shirt and a red cravatte at his neck got out with an older bloke with dad-vibes. Alex leaned over. "Bet he'll fuck you before he fucks me," she whispered. We laughed. The young man waved, genially, while dad-man tromped inside looking grumpy. The lad followed and about five minutes later they came back out, carrying some papers.

"What ho!" He cried to us - specifically - and walked our direction, waving.

"How'd you know my high school nickname?" She called back. He stopped, then doubled over laughing. He recovered and straightened up, but still laughed as he walked the rest of the way over to us.

"I'm Keith and I hope you're Nick," he said cheerfully. "The Porter said you were the ones with the black car. We're roomies, at least for a couple of weeks until they un-fuck their cluster." I stood up straight and shook his hand, confirming that I was - indeed - the 'Nick' about whom he'd heard so much. Alex got off the car and also shook his hand.

"I'm his older sister, Alex," she said. "We're fraternal twins, but he was born three weeks after me." She shook her head. "Our poor mother!" She sighed, theatrically. He wasn't sure whether to laugh again or look serious.

"And this..." she indicated the car. "Is my ass-print, which I will happily autograph for you if you become a fan." There really was a bum-print on it. I definitely needed to wash my car more often, though I really couldn't now, until the outline of her worshipful bottom had worn off.

I thought he was going to wet himself he was guffawing so hard - which would have been both embarrassing and very sexy, since he was pretty good-looking. He appeared to be a clean-cut and upstanding lad - at least the parts I could see - but his hair was a bit too coiffeured and his red-tinted tortoiseshell frames were a touch on the over-stylish side. He introduced his dad, and we decided between the four of us that a pub-lunch was in order. There was a place down the road and around the corner on Ecclesall Road that we could waste time in. He parked next to us.

"Damn the buggers who arrive on time, they can queue up for a space. We'll walk," he announced. I was liking Keith and his dad Brian, and they seemed to take a shine us. One roommate was a good fit, so far.

After nosh and a couple of jars, we learned that Keith was doing Hospitality Management - hotels and such - and that his dad owned a plumbing company, so he was fairly well-set. They eventually unravelled the mystery of our birthdates and dissimilarity, and it seemed that Keith was quite charmed by Alex and glad she was my sister, not my girlfriend as he'd suspected.

How little he understood!

We made it back on time to get our keys. The awkwardness of first-time roommate meetings were avoided, at least for me, and we helped Keith unload his stuff, since everything I had could be contained in a single bag. He'd not packed light, but promised to occupy as little space as possible until he could secure accommodations elsewhere. We bade his dad a safe journey back to Devon, then went to see if Alex's roommate had arrived.

Alex found the door to her room open. Aha! Someone with a key had arrived. She went in with a knock on the door frame. Keith and I traipsed behind her. If my jaw dropped, it wasn't supposed to, and if my eyes went wide open with my eyebrows trying to climb off my head altogether, then it was entirely without my permission. Sam was about Alex's height, with short black hair that was full-bodied, and a figure to match. She was plump in all the right places, but that was irrelevant - she was stunningly cute! She had the prettiest face and smile I'd seen in a long time.

She really was adorable. She had a little line on her upper lip like she'd perhaps had hairlip surgery as an infant, or maybe been ill-treated by an unfriendly cat as a child, but it didn't matter. Her face was not perfect at all, but she was just so fucking CUTE! She had big, friendly eyes, a lovely smile, a sweet demeanour, and her laugh was a joyful tinkle that always seemed to be bubbling up in her. Freckles - check. Shapely lips - check. Hiding in her hair all shy and nervous like she was dying to be shagged but too unsure of herself to ask - check, check, check!

I remained as composed as possible. Any malfunctions of my jaw muscles, eyebrows, or eyelids were quickly overridden with a smile. She was from Manchester and sounded it, but when she turned to pick her suitcase off Alex's bed my knob almost snapped with the force of my instant erection. She might have had a few extra pounds but she kept them in ALL the right places. I had to step into the hallway and politely say 'hi' to a few other new students as they walked past, but I wasn't really there - I was just a Nick-shaped shell - because my mind was still stuck in that room, staring at Sam's eminently edible bum. I vowed, in my heart, that Sam would be on my knob by the end of the academic year... or week, if possible.

Keith came back out. "She seems very nice. Can't understand a bloody word she's saying, though," he said in a feigned Received Pronunciation accent.

"You're lucky I'm not talking Geordie," I said with an eye-roll. To be honest, I only did so around other native speakers, and after I'd had a few jars.

We went out for a drink at seven, after dinner in the Cafeteria. Keith wanted to try somewhere other than the pub we'd been in for lunch, so we walked into town. The Frog and Parrot sounded good. It had some interesting beers that were actually brewed on the premises. Alex and I could hold our booze, but poor innocent Sam and unworldly Keith got altogether quite squiffy. When a place sells its strongest beer only in third-pint glasses... you don't buy three then pour them all into a single pint for chugging - a general rule that they didn't appreciate.

We helped them make it back to halls. I escorted Sam and Alex helped a very floppy Keith. About halfway back, Keith needed to go shout for Ralph over someone's garden wall, and while he was being comforted by Alex, Sam and I leaned up against a gatepost and got friendly.

"I'm not a slut," she slurred, "But... you're very cute." I smiled and kissed her beer-breath lips. Ooh, she was such a sumptuous kisser. Her lips were very mobile and she wasn't afraid to use a bit of tongue... a lot of tongue, in fact. She lifted her arms up around my neck as we kissed, which also lifted her blouse up. I put my hands on her sides and then her back as we ate face. I felt the back of her bra and found it was one of those soft, stretchy, slip-on jobs. I followed the line of her seam around and cupped her curvaceous breasts in my hands, giving them a squeeze.

"Oops," she laughed. "You found my tits."

"They weren't hard to miss, Sam," I told her. "By which I mean... they're spectacular."

"Thank you," she drawled, not quite so shy any more. "I hate to be forward, but... do you have a big knob?" Before I could answer, she said, "That's the only disadvantage of being a girl. Everyone sees my knockers, but I don't get to see their... 'cockers'," she snorted and laughed.

She lowered her arms, claiming it was chilly. I put mine around her, but that had been her cunning plan all along. She lowered her hands and unfastened my top button, unzipped my jeans and slid her hands in to grope my knob through my underwear. "This is fair, isn't it? You felt my boobs." She gasped. "Ooo, you do have a big one!" She kissed me again, then said, "Do you think your sister would mind swapping rooms tonight?"

"Why swap?" I asked. She stared at me like I hadn't understood and was trying to find a saucy way to explain her request, when I said, "She'd probably want join in."

Sam spurted a sloppy laugh out, then stopped. She looked at me and tilted her head. "Are you serious?"

"Alex?" I called over to her. "You mind if I stay in your room tonight? Sam would like the company."

"That's fine," she called back. "Might need a little help with rag-doll, here. I think he's passed out." Uh oh. Last thing we needed was a dead fresher before Freshers' Week even started. Sam zipped me up again then she and I went over to help lug the lightweight (who wasn't actually that light) back to Woodville. While we put him on his bed Sam sat on mine, feeling a little dizzy.

"You think we should get him in bed properly?" Alex asked, grinning indecently.

"I'll do it," I said. She would have had too much fun and that wouldn't have been nice, since he'd not have been 'there' for it. I took his shoes off and undid his trousers. The girls sat and giggled.

"I bet you five pounds he fondles Keith's knob," Alex whispered to Sam.

"No! Are you joking?" Sam gasped.

"I heard that," I told them. "Take the bet quick, Sam," I said, but she was too slow.

I pulled his slacks down without going anywhere near his privates, then folded them neatly and hung them in the cupboard. The girls got a good look at Mister Floppy - by which, I mean Keith, not his knob, since he had on some nice baby-blue, silk boxers. I helped get his shirt off, and got the impression that he was slightly conscious. I hung that up as well, then pulled the covers over him. I relieved him of his glasses, as well, and put them on our shared desk.

He rolled on his side. Good - at least he wouldn't choke on his puke if he hurled in the night. He blew a half-conscious goodnight kiss that made the girls titter.

"Oh, go-on, give him a kiss," Alex urged. I stood and smiled, shaking my head. Alex got up and took Sam's hand. "You need me to take your clothes off and put you to bed as well?" She asked her, grinning. "In that order."

"Are you not staying here?" Sam said, surprised. She thought I'd been joking. "I thought you fancied him."

"I do, rather, but he's no use in that condition," she said and grasped Sam's boobs. "You'd be much more fun to play with." She gave them a good squeeze.

A cautious-but-disbelieving smile crossed Sam's face. "Are you fucking with me?"

"Not yet," Alex winked. "But when we get up to our room, I sincerely hope to be." Sam grinned at that and put her hands on Alex's, pulling them harder into her ample breasts.

We walked up the stairs because it was only three flights. I followed Sam so I could admire her bum in tight leggings, and it looked to me that she was admiring Alex's in hers. We got to the room. Nobody else was about, so we slipped inside unobserved.

Alex drew the curtains, showing off her bum as she reached, then turned back to us. "Here's the thing, Sam," she said. "I'm bi and Nick's bi, but... are you?"

Sam slowly smiled. "That would set me in the middle, so... yes... as of now, I'm bisexual!"

Something I hadn't really noticed about Sam - heard it, but it hadn't registered - was that she had a very slight lisp. Listening to her talk in the quiet of their room, without music, noise, or traffic in the background, it struck me how lovely it was. In fact Sam was just dripping with cute all over. I just wanted to get my lips on every inch of her and lap her up.

I stepped up behind her and put my arms around her waist - which was quite slim because she had a nice hourglass figure - and kissed her neck. Her hair tickled but it was fairly thick - short, down to her chin, and wavy. As I kissed her, Alex came up and put her arms around Sam as well. She kissed Sam on the lips, and I knew the treat she was in for. Sam kissed her back with her soft, vigorous style that was sure to make Alex's heart skip.

I moved my hands up under her shirt and Alex moved hers down into Sam's pants. Sam moaned, loving all the attention. I kissed Sam's neck as I lifted her shirt and soft, stretchy bra, until I had to stop to lift it over her head. I held her arms there and stroked down them, feeling the smoothness of her armpits. "Did you have your underarms waxed?" I asked as I nibbled her ear.

She gave a small laugh. "Yep. I had EVERYTHING done. I wanted to make a good impression."

"You wanted to have sex," Alex said, pulling Sam's leggings down to her thighs.

Sam laughed, raucously this time. "Yes!" She said, "But I didn't think it'd happen on the first night."

"What about the second and the third, and every night after that?" I asked her. "That's our plan, and it can be yours too, if you like." I cupped her breasts in my hands and felt her erect nipples.

She hung her head backwards, smiling. "That would be delicious!" She said, then she squeaked in surprise as Alex drew her knickers down. They were cotton, plain pink, and not as sexy as they could have been given her wide-hipped figure. She had so much loveliness to show off, she really needed lingerie to do it.

"Oh! You DID wax," Alex said, placing a kiss on Sam's fulsome mound. "I love waxed girls, and so does my brother." She stood and fondled Sam between her legs. "Mmm - so silky smooth. Oh, you gotta try this, bro."

Alex kissed Sam as I lowered my hands, stroking down her torso to her tummy, and then down her abdomen to her triangle-of-Venus, feeling the shape and silkiness of it. Her tummy was smooth and rounded: cuddly, but not fat. She was well-proportioned and soft, and while she had some baby-fat on her, it didn't roll or overhang. She had a lovely shape - it was just larger in all dimensions. Sam breathed heavily as she and Alex snogged. She lowered her arms, wanting to feel and not just be felt. She found Alex's small breasts and stroked them, feeling their shape and gentle curvature.

She gasped. "Do you have... piercings?" She said. Alex nodded and smiled at her. "Oh, my God! That's so hot! Did they hurt?"

"A moment of pain and a lifetime of pleasure. 'Hurt' is relative," Alex answered, with great wisdom. "Why do you want to know? Are you interested in hearing about the pain, or have you considered them?"

"Oh, fuck, yes... but I'm big baby when it comes to needles. I don't even have pierced ears." Again, another thing I'd observed but not really noticed. I must have been tipsy.

Alex pushed up against her, rubbing her nipples against Sam's breasts through her shirt. As she did so, Sam giggled and Alex unfastened my pants, easing my zip down. I made a little space between Sam's bum and my front, so Alex could unzip me. I pulled my legs closer together and let my jeans drop. Alex had picked out lots of undies for me, and I was wearing a pair of skimpy briefs that she liked. She pulled the sides of them down, too.

I distracted Sam with circular massaging motions on her mound, feeling for her clitoris, as Alex kissed her. My undies slipped down and Alex took hold of my knob. She started stroking me as she fondled Sam's bum.

Sam stopped kissing. She turned her head to see where Alex's right hand was. "Are you playing with his cock?"

Alex smiled and let go, then stood back. She took her shirt off, letting Sam see the piercings in her nipples and tummy-button, then she pulled her own panties and leggings down to let Sam see her own waxed, hairless mound. "Like I said, Nick loves a smooth pussy."

"You're fucking your brother?" Sam said, aghast.

"Not presently, but tonight WE are fucking my brother," she said, grinning.

Sam glanced back at me to see I was smiling knowingly. She said to Alex, "He wasn't kidding when he said you'd want to join in."

Alex stepped up and hugged her. "You're so lovely Sam, but... you're the one joining in. If you hadn't been here I'd be fucking him all by myself right now."

I kissed Sam's ear and said, "First night, second night, and every night after..."

Alex took Sam and laid her on the bed, then got between her legs. She started licking and sucking on her vulva, kissing it softly and then licking it firmly. Sam propped herself up on her elbows and stared, open-mouthed, watching Alex eat her pussy. When I took my jeans and undies off the rest of the way, she did a double take and smiled with delight at my knob. I took my shirt off and she gasped.

Sam stared, wide-eyed at my body. I got the impression she liked what she saw. Alex had taken me to get my nipples and bellybutton pierced as well. Sam reached out and felt my chest. I didn't have hair on my chest - never did - and there was no hair anywhere else, now. Alex had convinced me that hairless was beautiful, and shaving wasn't enough. Sam grinned as she felt me. Her hands skittered over my tummy and bellybutton and down to my knob. She felt my hairless balls, and her hand went between my bum-cheeks as I moved closer to her.

She drew me in, mouth open and willing, until my willy slid neatly into her face and her tongue welcomed it with a warm, moist embrace. I knelt on the bed with my knees astride her shoulders and lifted a pillow over for her head as she began to suck me. She looked up and smiled in gratitude.

While Alex licked her pussy, she sucked me most delightfully with her fingertips resting on my scrotum. Her hands adventurously tickled my crotch and ventured as far as my bottom, but she didn't try to penetrate me. It was so sweet - she really didn't know what to do.

"Are you a virgin, Sam?" I asked, stroking her hair. She looked up, doe-eyed. She gave a tiny nod and an embarrassed smile, which looked so adorable on her lips - especially with my knob between them. "Oh, my. Thank you for letting us be your first time, then."

She took me out to say, "I've had blokes before, but not all the way. Just this, really."

I chuckled. "You've sucked their dicks while their sisters licked your pussy?" I asked with a wry grin.

She laughed. "No! Just sucked... with no-one else there. And... I've been licked before." She looked down. Alex had stopped licking. She'd done so because she'd got up and was coming up beside us.

"If you've had oral sex before with a guy, then it's time for something new. College is all about learning!" She indicated for me to trade places with a sideways head motion. I yielded my place and moved down. I got between Sam's legs and sank down to eat her, while Alex straddled Sam's head. "I want you to eat me. Nick'll show you what to do, and you do it to me. Is that OK?" Sam beamed and nodded.

Sam's pussy was plump, rich, and succulent. She had delightfully-full outer lips - a little bit fatty, but deliciously so - and her inner labia were well-hidden inside. I was rather looking forward to meeting them. Her pubic mound was prominent and I admired her curves and kissed her wetly on the part where the cleavage between her lips began. Somewhere in there was her clitoris, and I was sure it noticed the pressure of my kiss. I heard her laugh.

"Your breath - it tickles," she said.

"So tickle Alex," I told her.

Alex tittered. "Oooh, that's fun," I heard her say.

I licked Sam's mound and lips with long, wet strokes, from the creases where her panty-seams had pressed against her crotch to the hiding place of little miss clitoris. Sam moaned softly and then Alex did, too. I directed my tongue between her lips, all the way at the bottom, just where her perineum started and licked the smooth, pink threshold of her inner sanctum, and then licked deeply upward in lapping strokes that made her gasp. When I reached the top, I teased her clit with a probing tongue-dive, then backed off and started sucking her outer labia into my mouth. I took large mouthfuls, tonguing her soft flesh as I sucked on it.

What I did, she did. Both girls were moaning as I conducted the choir with my tongue - lashing, penetrating, licking slow and hard, or fast and light. I delighted in Sam's juicy flesh and Alex praised Sam for everything she did. I got the ABCs going on Sam's clit, repeating each letter several times so Sam could copy it.

Alex laughed. "You're doing the Alphabet!" She told Sam.

"Oh! You're right! I hadn't noticed," she said. I repeated my 'F' again for her. She giggled and then 'F'-ed Alex a few times before she hit the spot with a bit of 'G'. "Ooh, it's a bit of a tongue-workout, isn't it?" She said, missing 'H', but 'I' was easy to catch up on.

While we worked our spelling spell, I fingered Sam's virgin pussy. As I did so, I felt for her hymen. I knew it would be there, somewhere, but I wasn't sure what it would be like. Neither Charlotte nor Alex had had one - presumably because of their predilection for playing with toys - so I didn't even know where it would be, how deep it was, or what it would be like. I couldn't find any sign of it as I probed her because my hand was palm-up. I wasn't having much luck finding her G-spot either. I turned my hand knuckles-up and felt the lower wall of her vagina, discovering a little lip inside there. I felt it and it seemed to be only a little way in like a tiny doorstep. That must have been it - a thin piece of tissue at the bottom of her vagina, like the webbing between my thumb and forefinger, but less substantial... and I wanted to tear it.

"Sam?" I asked, getting up on my knees, "May I take your virginity?" Sam answered with an emphatic, "Mmmm... hmmm!"

Alex gasped and turned around, pressing her pussy in Sam's face so she could watch and eat at the same time. Alex eased Sam's legs back and licked her clit as I brushed my cock-tip up and down between her wet lips, then slowly penetrated her. She gasped and squeaked as I entered her, stretching that tender little hymen out as well as filling her pussy in a way that she'd never experienced before.

"Fuck! That hurts! Does it always hurt?" Sam said, her voice strained as if she was holding her breath.

"It gets much better, but you'll be tender for a bit after this," Alex said. She glanced up at me. "He'll stop if it's too much." I understood my instructions and nodded. "Do you want him out?"

"I dunno... maybe," Sam answered. "Just for a sec, please."

I backed out and looked. Alex looked, too. There was a small smudge of blood under Sam's pussy. I quickly got down and licked at it, the way one would lick a cut on one's hand. When I stopped, it seemed not to be bleeding any more. I got back into position and Alex lifted my knob up. She nodded. I knew she saw blood on my cock. She popped it in her mouth and tasted Sam's virginity, moaning as she sucked the salty, metallic flavour.

"OK... It doesn't sting now. Can you try again?" Sam said. As I re-penetrated her she gasped and let out a little 'oooh!', but then sighed. "OK, OK. That's not bad. I can manage that. OK... fuck me!"

I started fucking her. Alex smiled and resumed licking clit, watching my cock sliding in and out of Sam's vagina. Sam moaned and occasionally hit a high note, but her voice was muffled as she ate my sister's pussy. I fucked and enjoyed the lesbian sixty-nine, occasionally taking my cock out and putting it in Alex's mouth. Sam's pussy and Alex's face shared my knob for a bit, then I decided that it was time to try my girls from the other end.

I went around and let Sam watch as I put my cock into Alex's pussy. "God! That's so fucking hot!" She whispered. I dipped my knob in her mouth a few times, then entered Alex again while Sam licked her. I drooled saliva on my hand and massaged Alex's bumhole with it, working it inside her with a finger. After my next trip into Sam's eager mouth, I bent down and helped her eat Alex's pussy, then lifted up and ate her asshole.

"Ooh, I'd like that! Alex, can you?" Sam begged. Alex knew what she meant and pulled Sam's legs back further to eat her anus as well. I got up again while Sam was getting some luscious analingus from Alex and dipped my cock in my sis again. Then I pulled out and lined up on her anus, she knew what was next and I both felt and saw her push. I drooled onto her and then entered her back-passage. Sam gasped, "Oh, my fucking God! You're arsefucking your sister! Will you fuck my shit, too?"

"You're not ready, sweetie," Alex said, "It hurts a lot more then losing your virginity, but... I can help you get ready. For now, just eat my pussy and make me cum, and I'll make you cum as well." I saw Alex return to Sam's pussy, but she brought a hand up and at least gave her a finger in the bum to help her fantasise about it.

Alex and Sam showed each other what they wanted while I bonked my sister's bum and she finger-fucked her roommate two different ways. The girlies did their thing and I saw them shudder and shake together in a pair of lovely-looking orgasms, though I did get to feel the squeeze on my knob. They turned and laid on the bed, snogging with pussy-flavoured kisses.

I didn't want to spoil their little girl-girl love scene by spouting cock-snot all over them, so I dressed despite their invitation to join in.

"Y'know... it's a shame that the room-sharing arrangement's only temporary," I said, "Because you two look absolutely gorgeous, snuggled up together. Maybe we should start looking for other accommodations and make this a thing for the whole year."

Sam's eyes widened. "Really? I'd love that!" She said breathlessly. "I have to go looking anyway, but I'd love it if you wanted to come along. Can we?" She asked Alex.

"Fuck, yeah!" She agreed. "They'll refund us and use the space for kids who can't find somewhere, or who need to be right here at Collegiate - but... we've got a car, we can get a place further out. What are you here for? We're Secondary Education so we have to come here every day."

"Primary Ed, so I'm on this campus, too." She smiled. "You can give me a ride."

"Any time you want," I assured her. That was a plan, then. We would rent a house, the halls would refund our contracts and they'd have two rooms to spare. Keith could keep my room if he wanted, though he was going to be based at the Pond Street campus. "I need to see if Keith wants to come, too." I realised my Freudian slip and chuckled with wink.

Alex laughed at my double-entendre. Sam got it after a sec and sighed, "I'd love to see that!"

I left them one of my keys and took one of Alex's. "Any time you like," I said.

I went back down and went into the shared bathroom on my floor. I had a quick shower, using some soap that someone had left, then dressed again. There were no towels, so I was a bit soggy.

I slipped into my room quietly, so as not to disturb him if he was still sleeping. It had been over an hour since I'd left him. I undressed in the dark, but the curtains were still open and there was a little light from the street-lamps outside. I put my clothes on the chair, including my undies. I slept naked nowadays, since - at home - there was always a chance Alex might sneak into my room on any given night... or I might want to sneak into hers. I'd just grown used to it, and hadn't even brought pyjamas with me.

As I went to my bed, my foot skidded on something slippery on the floor. I looked down. it was Keith's silky boxer shorts. I glanced over at his bed and peered a little off to the side, using my peripheral vision. His covers were off and he was lying on his back. I could see his body - slim, and naked - down to his legs. His cock was nice and, though he had a patch of pubes, it was thankfully not excessively hairy.

"Did you have fun with Sam and your sister?" He asked, not slurring. I was glad he was feeling better.

"Yep. Fucked 'em both," I said. "And before you ask, yes - I did, indeed, just say that I fucked my sister. That's not a new thing, though. We've been shagging for a while."

"If she was my sister, I'd fuck her," he said. He could probably see me about as well as I could see him.

"I'm pretty sure she'd like to fuck you as well. She said as much. You want me to go back up there and send her down?" I asked. "Or... are you OK if I just stay here?"

He sat up in bed. "Is that an offer?" I didn't answer, just stepped in front of him. My knob was waking up and, while it was still obeying the laws of gravity, it was filling up quite healthily. "If it is... I'd gladly accept." He reached up and put his hand on my penis, feeling its warmth. "But I've got to tell you... I'm somewhat inexperienced." I could feel his hand trembling. He stroked up my body, feeling the piercing in my bellybutton and then the same in my nipples. "Oh! Rings on your fingers and bells on your toes? I'm guessing you're not."

"Nope. I've done it all - with boys and girls. Sex is just... rubbing happy-bits together. Doesn't matter to me what shape they are. If the joy-juice is a taste on my face or a squirt in my throat, I gulp it either way."

"And I thought bisexual meant if you want sex, you buy it," he joked. He obviously knew what it meant, and - by my guess - already knew he was attracted to both sexes. He looked up at me, smiling. "Can I... put the light on? I'm very visual. I like to watch."

"Are you also exhibitionist? Because the curtains are open," I pointed out.

He did something with his hand and a little red glow appeared on his wrist. Fancy - digital watch. "It's one-thirty. I don't think anyone's watching. I've got to find somewhere else to live, anyway, so... what do I care? Nobody will know me here."

Neither of us had set any lamps out, so I walked over to the door switch and flipped it up. In the light, I could see his body better. Like me, he was slim, but he was slighter in build. His hair was also flopped all over the place now, which I thought looked much better than slicked back from his brow. Mine was always long and shaggy, though it stopped around the nape of my neck.

"Wow!" He said. "You're... hot!"

"Y'know," I said, sitting on his bed cross-legged, "It's funny you should mention having to move out. Alex, Sam, and I were just talking about it and we're thinking of giving up our spaces here and getting somewhere together. We're all here at Collegiate, but you're on Pond Street... but we have a car between us. Would you like to get a place with us? We can be anywhere in the town, so if it's somewhere close to a bus route for you, that's fine."

"Maybe we should fuck first? Then... if it's horribly embarrassing, I can say no and take this room."

"Yeah, OK. I like that." I laughed. "This can be a test! If I get it right you'll live with us in what will come to be known as The Happy House Of Endless Fuck, or we will be rejected and cast out to occupy The Pitiful Doss Of Eternal Shame." I shrugged. "No pressure!"

He laughed and turned to face me, also sitting cross-legged. "Great!" He nodded. "Now, since I'm a complete virgin in everything - long-time observer, but only ever a solo-player - you're going to need to tell me what to do."

Ah - the curse of being young... all the wherewithal and desire, but none of the skills. I knew that later in life all that reversed, but I hoped that in the middle there would be a happy alignment of capability and knowledge. "Naturally. What would you like to try first?"

"Would you be offended if I said 'not kissing'? I'm happy to try anything else but I'd kind of prefer to kiss a girl."

I nodded. "I understand. Sex is just fun, but kissing's personal." I reached out and started stroking his knob with the flat of my hand, then I curled my fingers around his tip and felt him hardening with my touch. I unfolded my legs and spread them either side of his. His jaw hung slack as I fondled his cock. He opened his legs as well and put them on top of mine, so I scooted up toward him until I was close enough that my dick was touching his balls. I felt it rising with each pulse, elevating as he also became hard to my touch.

He took my cock in his hand, smiling as he took deeper breaths. The excitement was growing in him. "Let's just try this for a bit," he said, nervously. We wanked each other, and I made sure to keep time with him. He let out a brief laugh. "It's like remote control," he said.

I smiled. "You set the speed."

"If I want to suck you... will you suck me too?" He asked, hopefully. I nodded. He leaned down but had to move his legs to reach. We repositioned ourselves and both laid with our left sides on the bed, and began to softly suck one another. I used his leg as a pillow and sucked his knob. He tasted like any other cock: slightly sweaty and salty, with a pungent aroma of hormones, pheromones, and stale semen. That's what I liked about cocks - they were predictable. They were also just the right size for a lovely mouthful.

He sucked me, too, but with a little too much tooth-contact. I mentioned it and he didn't take it personally, just corrected himself. He tried going as deep as I was, but hit the gag-barrier pretty hard. He choked and coughed.

"Don't try to swallow my tip. Just keep it shallow for now, Keith," I advised him. "I've practiced that and it takes some work. What you were doing was great." I showed him what I meant and we laid together sucking each other's tips, without any of my throaty showoff stuff.

He liked it best when I peeled down his foreskin and just let my lips wetly caress the rim of his glans. When he did the same to me, it felt lovely. We gently sucked and licked, moaning and occasionally accidentally slurping - which also felt good - while we stroked each other's sacks and tickled behind them. I went a bit farther and let my fingers travel to his anus, stroking back and forth on it. He gasped when I pressed on his bumhole and next to it, which I knew was stimulating his prostate.

"What's it like to have anal sex?" He asked.

"Hurts at first," I told him, honestly. "But with a warm-up it feels great. There's a gland in your butt called the prostate - well, it's not actually IN there, it's next to it but you can feel it through the wall of your intestine. It's amazing when you press on it. A boyfriend of mine cums that way. I guess we all can, but I've not experienced that. For me, it just feels good."

"That sounds excellent," he said, dreamily.

"I've got some lube if you'd like me to try it... and a few butt-plugs if you want to stretch a bit." He did, so I got them from my bag. I'd only brought the essentials. I gave him the little one as a starter. He lubed it and slid it in with some suggestions on how to ease the insertion with a butt-push. Once it was in, I treated myself to the big one. His eyes went wide when I showed him what I was putting up my bum.

"Will that fit?" He said, awed by the pink, conical weapon of ass-destruction. With a little lubricant I showed him a magic trick: I sat it on the chair, sat myself down on it, then stood up, and - POOF! - it was gone! Yep - all gone... but not forgotten. I turned to show him the flat pink oval that was all the world remembered of the plug - nestled between my bum-cheeks.

He liked it when I pushed on his plug as I sucked him and pretty soon he was asking for an upgrade. By the time he was on number three, he was really feeling it on his prostate. Every time he bounced on the chair, I could feel his cock quiver in my mouth.

"Can I try the big one, now?" He pleaded. "I think I'm ready."

I helped him get number three out, but held it at its widest point. "Just keep it there for a minute. Squeeze on it, then relax." He squeezed and I felt it pushing out, but I pushed it back in. He relaxed and I was able to slide it over the hump quite easily. I pushed it into and pulled it out of him a few times, fucking his arse with it, basically. "You could take a cock just as you are, but we'll go with number four just to complete your training," I said, like he was going for some kind of certification: a Diploma in Anal Acceptance, perhaps.

I unplugged four from my bum with a squeeze, enjoying the way it filled my ring as it slipped out. I groaned and sighed as it exited me, rather missing its presence. I worked the sloppy plug into his anus, easing it in then drawing it back out, going deeper with each penetration. He moaned and whimpered as its girth challenged him. I sucked his proudly erect knob to make him feel better as the brutal thing stretched his sphincter. It slipped home and he sighed with relief.

"That's pretty fucking huge," he gasped as he settled himself on the sturdy wooden chair, feeling the plug press into him as he sat. He squeezed his bum to produce a fucking motion in his arse and his eyelids drooped down at the pleasure of it. "That is so very good!" He sighed. "Is this what anal sex is like? Because I could get used to this."

I squatted over his cock and he watched as I sat on his knob, admiring how smoothly it slipped into me. I started riding him, holding onto his knees for stability. I liked it from behind because of the pressure where it mattered. We fucked on the chair in front of the open window. I half hoped that someone was watching, wanking himself - or, better yet, frigging herself if she was a girl.

But if there was anyone out there seeing us and pleasuring themselves, they'd only be getting a fraction of the fun I was having. His knob, stiff and virile, pumped against my innards and gave me the most delightful inner feeling of satisfaction. It was like penile sex, but... elsewhere. It was somewhere deeper and more fulfilling. Sex with my cock was familiar and had a particular part of my body associated with it. It was intense and external. I could focus on where it was and feel all the things I needed to to improve my sensation - small finger adjustments when I wanked, or different angles when I fucked - but this was new and different. I didn't have any focal point for it.

Oh, sure, it was somewhere in my butt, but - yet - it wasn't. It was at the very root of my cock that I was feeling it, like there was a whole part to my dick that I had never known about until now. Some unknown territory that I was just discovering - not as 'bright' or immediate as the feelings I got from my knob, but somewhat more subtle. I felt good, but didn't really know WHY.

I fucked and panted and stared in astonishment, not understanding where it was all coming from... I just knew I had to keep doing it. The feelings started to become more urgent and I moved with Keith as he plunged into me. The desire I was experiencing made me curl my lip in a half-smile / half-grimace expression. Then... quite unexpectedly... I started cumming!

It wasn't a normal orgasm. I just started... leaking. The usual waves that came with a regular orgasm were there, but they were softer and more prolonged. I came and came. My cock dribbled spunk - but it was thick and gooey, and hung like a long string that dangled from my tip. I wasn't touching my dick and neither was Keith. He had his hands on my rump and was bouncing me on his dick. I heard him gasping and panting as he began to orgasm as well, but his was fast and hard. I felt him spurt inside me and it felt so good that I sagged back with my eyes rolling up into my head and my mouth hanging open. I thought about the spunk he was pumping into me and my waves of muscular contractions got harder.

My cock was still leaking, even as he slowed. I kept moving on him, feeling the slow, gentle orgasmic pulses in my sphincter and the muscles in my groin. Usually, when I came, I counted the pulses, but I lost count somewhere after a dozen. When I had a good cum, normally, I could rely on twelve to fifteen good contractions, but this kept on going, and going.

"Are you still cumming?" He asked, amazed. He could feel it on his knob.

I squeezed another pulse. It felt like it might have been my last... unless... There went another! I looked down. There was a veritable rivulet of sperm - or prostatic fluid... whatever it was - hanging down from my cock. It had stuck to my balls, but it swayed there with my movements. He reached around and held me.

"Holy shit! That's a lot of goo!" He said, laughing. "Were you wanking?"

"No," I said, finding my voice again. "That just happened all by itself. Fuck! It was good, though!" I reached down and scooped it off my knob and his hand and tasted it. It was just cum of the thick, sticky variety. Yummy!

"You've got to try that sometime!" I said. "It's not like cock-sex, if you know what I mean." I glanced back over my shoulder. "You don't know what I mean. It's OK. I wouldn't have before tonight."

"How about now?" He asked. "I've got this thing in my bum, so... wanna take its place?" I kinda did. I was ready for another round. I took out his plug for him. He put it and the others in the sink-unit that was built into the cabinets, that I hadn't even known was there. I asked how he wanted me to fuck him. "Let me lie down, feed me cock, then let me see you while you fuck me."

He laid on his back with his legs up, so I knelt over him and put my knob in his mouth. There was still a little juice oozing out, so he got his first taste. Typical hotelier-type, he figured he was a gourmet. "Mmm - it does have a complex flavour. That's interesting! It has body and a mouthfeel that's quite luxurious."

"Maybe your establishments can serve cocktails where the secret ingredient is... cock?"

"Charge enough and make them sign a waiver, and you might be able to get away with that in Hollyweird," he chuckled.

Enough talk! I made him use his mouth for more productive purposes. He got my willy wet and willing, then I had an idea. "You want to try something a little kinky?" I asked. He was game - he considered all of this 'kinky'. I lifted his butt off the bed. He was a skinny kid. Maybe he was flexible, too? I lifted his bum and back up and his legs draped down beside his ears. "See if you can suck yourself."

He smiled as I folded him. "Never thought of that!" He said. "I might be able, if you help. Just don't break my back." He tried, and I leaned into him, pressing on the back of his legs and he pulled his cock toward his mouth, but the most he could do was get his tongue to tickle the very end of his tip. It was an achievement, I thought. Much better than I'd ever done - and I'd tried, when I was sillier and more desperate.

I let him back down. He was red and flushed, but excited that he'd made contact. "That was really good!" I congratulated him. "You should practice. Imagine what it'd be like if you could suck your own dick." I chuckled. "Of course, I can always stand in until you can."

He smiled. "How about now?" He repeated. Didn't mind if I did. I gave him a long, deep suck, tasting my (fortunately not too yucky) arse on his cock. I rather wanted to have him spurt in my throat, but he was dying to try a bit-o'-bum before his ring tightened up. I hoisted his buttocks on my knees as I knelt and rubbed lube over his arsehole with my cock so he could see. "Put it in! Please! I think I'm ready," he pleaded.

I pushed my tip down until it submarined into his arse and then gave it some oomph! By my reckoning, at this angle I should have been pressing against his prostate pretty firmly. I fucked him and he laid there luxuriating in the anal pressure. He really was taking it well for his first trip down assfuck lane. I ploughed his furrow and he took command of his knob. He wanked as I rutted his arse with his legs hanging in mid-air. I held his ankles and leaned into it, getting deep into him. He just kept repeating, "Oh, God!" and "Oh, fu-u-uck!" as a mantra, reminding himself how good it was, but I didn't mind. It bore repeating.

When he came - which was only after a few minutes - I laughed as he spurted so hard that he hit himself in the mouth. He grinned and held his tongue out, but his second and subsequent shots fell far short. I helped clean up by sucking the last few droplets out of him after sliding my knob out. I licked his cum out of his bellybutton and off his abdomen and chest, and then asked, "You fancy a bit more to taste?"

"Fuck, yeah!" he told me. I straddled his chest, stroking my balls on it as he held my bum and wanked into his face. He watched with fascination as my purple eye winked at him and held his mouth open in anticipation. I was enjoying having such a cum-begging little slut for a roommate. When we moved out, he had to come with us!

I gave him a decent dollop of spunk. The result of lots of sex after lots of waiting. I covered his face and pumped several times in his mouth. Then I watched as he rolled it around his tongue, like he was at a wine-tasting. He finished it but looked concerned. "What?" I asked, seeing his dissatisfaction.

"I was thinking I should lose my virginity with a girl, but that's not happening now."

"Rubbish!" I told him. "There's gay-virginity and there's straight-virginity: they're two separate things. You just lost this one first. You can still lose the second, and... if you want to move out with me, Alex and Sam, then I guarantee you'll lose that one soon enough."

"It's a deal!" He said, immediately. "You passed the Keith test!"

That was a plan, then! To celebrate, I laid down with him and licked the rest of my cum off his face, and - with it still in my mouth - he broke his rule... and kissed me. Whether he was greedy for more sperm in his mouth, or if he'd changed his mind about how personal kissing was, or... he'd decided that he WANTED to get personal, I didn't know. I just kissed. And then we kept kissing. And fucking. And sucking each other's dicks until the morning was brighter than the lights in our room. The best thing about the room? The built-in sink was the perfect place to take a pee-break. Funny thing was that at breakfast, when we met up with Sam and Alex, that they told us they'd used their sink the same way. Now THAT was a visual I'd have liked to see.