Previous Parts Here: Part 1, Part 2

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Part 3

Claire was really quite drunk now…

She could just about remember how she’d made it back to the dorm room, images of Jordan kissing her before helping her into a waiting taxi flashing in front of her eyes whenever she blinked. But that was about it – after that was all a bit of a blur… Still, she’d made it somehow.

Claire stood swaying at the door to the room she shared with Laura – trying to guide a spinning kaleidoscope of keys into a single fuzzy lock that seemed to move every time she looked at it.

She knew she'd enjoyed her private time with Jordan, she remembered that well enough…

Leaning over the transmission tunnel while she went down on him in the driver’s seat of his car – surprised at how much she liked the taste of his cock. Wondering within a few moments of having him in her mouth whether that sweetness she could detect was all him, or was she tasting Laura’s juices from when they’d fucked earlier…

The thought had fired something primal in her, her body reacting instantly – heat rushing up her chest nothing to do with the blowers in Jordan’s Ford on full blast to warm the frigid cabin. Twisting in the passenger seat, Claire had pushed a hand under the waistband of her leggings and into the hot mess soaking through her underwear. Rubbing her clit urgently while she’d greedily licked Laura’s taste off the cock between her lips, Jordan’s shocked groans of pleasure filling her ears as she'd chased down her third orgasm of the night.

He hadn’t lasted long either, cumming soon after she’d screamed her release into the snug cabin, her expression of pleasure only slightly muffled by the thick dick filling her mouth. He’d grunted he was getting close, Claire lifting her drool-smeared chin from his lap, finishing him with the sweet-scented hand she’d used to pleasure herself. She’d smiled softly when he’d closed his eyes, thrown his head back and unloaded in her slick grip, delighted at the sight of hot cum rolling over fingers that had been deep in her cunt only moments before.

Full of praise, he'd helped clean her up, then walked her to another bar for a nightcap. Maybe Jordan had been hoping for more, but cold air, post orgasmic dizziness and another round of shots had soon left Claire pretty worse for wear. Jordan had called them a cab soon after, making sure she’d reached the safety of campus before heading on home.

 A couple of side lights were on in the room once Claire got the door open and staggered inside, casting deep shadows over a comatose figure laying in the bed over by the corner. She slid off her shoes and tiptoed closer, letting her drunk brain try to make sense of what lay before her in the dark.

Laura was on her side, ribs rising and falling slowly while she slumbered. She was topless, heavy breasts pressed together between slender arms, though the covers were pulled up just enough to hide any more detail... Claire feasted on the rest of the scene though – noting the duvet kicked away from thick thighs and that perfect ass. Wide cheeks barely covered by the thinnest little pair of white panties…

Claire knelt at the bedside, face just inches from that smooth swell of warm skin. Inhaling deeply, she felt a momentary pang of disappointment. Laura was freshly showered - gentle floral notes the only scent rolling off her luscious body. Not the deep, hot musk Claire had hoped for. She stared at the expanse of sweet flesh, wishing she could caress and spread those wide cheeks – bury her tongue inside and listen to the shocked cries of pleasure she might force from the sleeping girl before her.

The aching was back, not that it had gone away at any point... Claire’s hands were trembling. She was so turned on – desperate to fuck;  to be fucked, relive the stimulation of earlier. She’d wanted those men inside her at the club, wanted Jordan filling her… Just as she wanted Laura’s tongue and fingers now…

With huge effort, Claire resisted the urge to shake her gorgeous, slumbering roommate awake; wanting more than anything to straddle Laura’s face and grind her sopping wet cunt against her  friend’s pretty mouth. Instead, she crawled silently to her bedside draw, sliding it open and feeling inside for the dense weight of her favorite toy before tiptoeing to the bathroom and softly clicking the door shut behind her.

Feeling her dildo stretch her pussy was a beautiful thing – a shuddering pleasure almost as good as she hoped Laura’s fingers might feel. Claire took it full length inside her and then withdrew slowly, throbbing lips clinging to every ridge and ripple until that fullness left her... Then, with a muted groan, she fell back against the wide silicone head once again, feeling the mass of it bend slightly, battling to enter her tight little hole – suction cup holding tight to the cold porcelain tiles behind her as she felt herself stretch around the tip. There was a hint of resistance, and then the girthy shaft was driven back inside – fullness making eyes flutter shut, closed in bliss.

Fingers digging into the shower mat, Claire drove back onto the toy again and again, rhythm building, rolling her hips to drag the bulbous tip against her g-spot with each thrust and withdrawl. Eyes shut tight, she bit her lip to avoid moaning, to avoid waking her crush, sleeping just feet away.

The fantasy playing out in her mind was fluid. Shifting…

One moment she was tied and bent over, all the men from the club taking their turn, Jordan taking her mouth for his own pleasure while he directed the faceless strangers massing around her exposed holes. One by one he instructed them to enjoy her, pussy dripping as she serviced a never-ending line of stiff cocks with her tender cunt and gaping asshole.

The next she was imagining Laura behind her, buckled harness between her thick thighs holding a eye-wateringly large dildo – pounding it harder and harder into Claire’s throbbing opening. Feeling her hair pulled roughly, making her arch and take every inch, craning her head back so she could see the pleasure on her roommate’s pretty face. Laura’s short, platinum blonde hair catching the light like a halo, her full lips curled in a smile that was part pleasure, part needy lust… Crying out in pleasure feeling her Laura’s heavy tits rest against her back as the girl fucking her slutty hole reached round to play with Claire’s fat, pounding clit.

She was lost to it. These fantasies, these dark yearnings bubbling out of her lust-wracked, drunk mind. It was like all her filters had gone, each of her earlier orgasms stripping away any barrier between her and the pleasure she was so desperate to experience.

Claire gave herself to it, backing onto the thick shaft inside her harder and harder until she felt the full length slamming into her. Sound of her soaked cunt greedily gripping each inch loud enough to be heard over her hoarse gasping and whimpers. Leggings and soaked panties bunched by her ankles; straps of her little bralette sliding off her shoulders – she knew she must look like such a depraved and desperate slut… The thought just made her want it more.

Eyes screwed tight as a blissful pressure built inside, she was panting hard, wanting to wail with longing – wanting to cum.

She didn’t hear the door, didn’t hear bare feet shuffle over the tiles. The first she knew of Laura’s presence was the wave of perfume she inhaled, then a kiss that took her breath away and left her clenching over the girthy shaft splitting her open…

Claire’s eyes snapped open, fighting to see Laura’s features in the dark – hands reaching out to hold her face, pull her close. She tried to rise –  withdraw from the delicious fullness inside her. But Laura’s hands on her shoulders pressed her firmly back against the wall, made her take the full length of the toy - right to her limits, tip now wedged deep and stretching her out… Crying out as she welcomed that sweet pain, Claire felt hands stroking her face, finding herself cradled against the soft, warmth of Laura’s huge breasts…

Claire kissed and sucked greedily even as Laura continued to drive her onto the thick cock fixed to the tiles. Groaning as inch after inch was forced back inside her pussy, coming up for air and whimpering where she bottomed out and could feel the fat tip wedged against her very deepest places – a feeling so, so intense…

Then Laura was kissing her hungrily, reaching between Claire’s thighs to play with her pounding clit, tugging at the bralette to free her boobs. Shaking, she felt her orgasm build quickly under Laura’s circling fingers, Claire groping at the gorgeous woman before her, navigating her body through touch alone while she squeezed her eyes shut and squealed with joy at the pleasures surging through her.

With delight, she traced a path with her fingertips, brushing hot skin, the perfect heavy swell of Laura’s stunning tits. Then down over her soft, doughy little tummy, breaking over her hipbones to find smooth thighs that parted eagerly under her touch… Suddenly, gloriously meeting white-hot wetness melting through thin cotton.

That moment, that glorious moment when she knew – unequivocally – her arousal was reciprocated…

That was the moment Claire tumbled over the edge, falling into the most brutally intense orgasm as she came over the toy mastering her cunt. Clenching hard against the length inside, rolling her hips to ride out the pressure working against each of her secret spots. Reduced to a huffing, grunting mess, she tried to make words - tried to let Laura know what astonishing pleasure she’d unleashed. Instead there was just wordless joy – gasping, trembling.

Kisses on her cheeks brought Claire back to consciousness. She opened her eyes, seeing Laura’s happy smile clearly in the gloom.

“Thank you,” Claire breathed in awe at the angelic figure stroking her face and beaming down at her. “That… that was incredible…”

Laura’s light little laugh was gorgeous – “Glad you liked it, babes – just wish you’d woken me up sooner. Can’t beleive you started the party without me!”

Claire sighed and swallowed hard, still trembling. “You’ll never know how much effort it took to walk away from your perfect ass hanging out of the bed like that…” She laughed, “Damn, girl – you’ve no idea how ready I was to eat that thing up like a fucking cupcake…”

She blushed hard when she heard an incredulous gasp in response, fearfully checking Laura’s face for rejection – aware that she was still negotiating these boundaries… Instead, she saw something else – a dark, needy hunger in her roommate’s features; heavy desire building in her intense stare.

“What would you say to a midnight snack, then?” The blonde asked with a wink and a cheeky grin.

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The next hours were heavenly... Lapping every drop of creaming desire from the sweetest pussy Claire had ever tasted.

And it was all the sweeter for the fact Laura just couldn’t stop cumming – only able to last for a handful of minutes with Claire’s tongue dancing over her clit before she was wailing again, thick thighs squeezing Claire’s face where she stubbornly continued to lick the beautiful girl’s softly clenching slit. The view from between her legs was incredible, looking up to see Laura arching back, massive tits shaking while she trembled and bucked through each orgasm – wide areola tightly crimped each time she found release.

The sheets were ruined by the time she’d finished. Saving the best for last, Claire fingered Laura roughly while pushing her tongue into the shaking girl’s puckered little asshole. Soon groaning with delight at the combusting mess clenching around her digits while Laura’s hand thrashed against her mound where she rubbed frantically at her clit, cumming brutally hard, screaming until she was hoarse...

 They slept entangled in each other’s arms, drenched bed covers pushed aside – kissing softly each time one woke until they slid back into blissful slumber.

They slept in, ignoring the alarms that buzzed and clattered from their phones. Only when Laura had to stagger to the bathroom, legs still shaking, did they leave the bed at last.

“Last performance tonight – what do you reckon, shall we have a bit of fun with Jordan?” Laura’s question, shouted from the bathroom while she peed took Claire off guard. 24 hours ago, there wouldn’t have been much in the way of context needed to interpret that... But now she and her roomie had both had more than a little fun with the director of their production, some clarity was needed.

“Errr… Yeah, about that…” Claire began sheepishly. “I think I should fill you in on what happened last night…”

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Final night of the show coming up in Part 4! Should be along soon, hope you're enjoying the series so far :)