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A Physical Encounter

By: Couture



"Can you turn that off please," Megan said. "I'm trying to study here."

For about the billionth time the freshman coed wondered what sort of dorm mate matching algorithm State was using. After all, any one with half a brain could write a script that would avoid putting a social work major in with a computer science major. A few choice question...like "Do you prefer Jersey Shore or Myth Busters" would work in a pinch.

Jersey Shore? Who could compile a C++ with that nonsense blaring in the background? Worse, who could keep their sanity and IQ watching kids that were so obviously stupid?

"No - it's just getting good," Samantha said, turning the volume up even louder.

"Very funny," Megan said. "Now turn it down please."

"I can't hear you," Samantha yelled. "What was that?"

"Turn it down." Part of her wanted to laugh, but part of her was equally furious.

"Keep it down over there," Samantha yelled. "I can't hear the TV."

"I said turn it down," Somehow, and Megan wasn't quite sure how, for she'd never done anything like it before. Nevertheless, she found herself out of her seat and next to her dorm mate, futilely attempting to tug the remote from the girl's firm grasp.

Megan was a slight bookish girl, very slim, and pale. The only sport she ever tried was cross country track, but that was only to pad her college application. However, when the tugging match had given way to a wrestling match, she considered that her education in the physical arts was sorely lacking.

Because wrestling with Samantha was like trying to wrestle a spider. It seemed as if a hand or leg was everywhere Megan wanted to move. Her humiliation was made worse because her roommate just laughed at her efforts to take the remote and continued laughing when she gave up and settled for simply getting loose.

"I haven't had this much fun since I left home," Samantha laughed. "Me and my younger brothers would watch UFC and then try out moves on each other."

And then it felt as if someone were trying to wrench her arm out of its socket. Megan had never known such a thing was even possible. "Ouch..Ouch..." and then the words came out that are lodged in the back of every head, even those that have never had the reason to use them.

"I give. I give."

Laughing, Samantha said, "I used to make my brothers cry auntie to rub it in that they'd been beaten by a girl."

It felt like her joint was about to pop loose. Megan didn't even have time to think.

"Please...ouch...auntie...auntie!"

"That was called an arm bar," Samantha said, as she freed her roommate. "Once you are caught in it, there really isn't a way to get out, other than to submit."

She picked up the remote, examined it briefly, then tossed it to the bed. "You knocked the batteries loose. Find them and put them back."

That wasn't very nice. Not when Megan's shoulder hurt so bad, she wondered if she'd suffered some permanent harm. But, she supposed she did cause the batteries to fall out. Swallowing a bit of indignation, she commenced the hunt for the two AAA batteries, found them and put them back in the remote. Finally, she could get back to her assignment, this had wasted far too much of her valuable time.

"And make up my bed," Samantha said. "All that wrestling messed it up."

That was taking things entirely too far. First of all, Megan was the victim of the wrestling match, not the instigator. And most importantly, the bed had been a mess for the better part of a week.

"I'm not your maid," Megan said, and strode back to her desk.

Only she never made it. She'd only taken two steps before Samantha was on her, striking like a cobra.

Samantha had been waiting for an excuse. She resumed wrestling with her dorm-mate. She'd wrestled her brothers many times. She was older, but they were boys and were physically superior, and yet Samantha was smarter and a bit more ruthless. It was fun. It was a challenge, and Samantha won more than she lost.

On the other hand, this wasn't a challenge for Samantha. It was a foregone conclusion. Not only was Megan a weakling, the girl had no idea of how to fight back at all. Wrestling the little nerd shouldn't be fun. It should be boring.

But it was anything but boring. It was...

..exhilarating.

Samantha' nipples had hardened to bullets. Her loins were all warm and fuzzy.

In truth, it had been a little exciting wrestling her brothers when she could feel the occasional press of an erection, knowing how much it embarrassed them. A little tingly feeling whenever she made the cry auntie. 

But this, oh yes, this was ten times better than that. Samantha wrestled her roommate. Pressing her sex on the girl. Working her over.

"Auntie," Megan panted breathlessly. She was so tired, it was impossible to fight back. She felt like she couldn't breathe. 

"You can't just submit. I don't even have you in a hold yet." Samantha said as she grabbed a leg, putting her legs around the girl, taking the ankle and giving a twist. Just so. 

"Auntie!" Megan squeaked.

"That's called an ankle lock," Samantha lectured as she let off the pressure, but didn't let go. "Are you gonna make my bed now?"

"Yes..." Megan whined.

Samantha put a bit of pressure on the girl's ankle once more. "And clean the floor and put away my clothes."

"Ummph...okay." Megan panted.

"This is fun," Samantha exclaimed, as she grabbed the girl again. "I wonder what else I can make you do."

"I said I'd clean the floor!" Megan protested to no avail.

The wrestling continued. It was a very one-sided affair. Poor Megan was exhausted, but she made a valiant effort to escape her roommate's clutches, though she'd long given up on out-wrestling the girl.

"You are so puny," Samantha continued with her commentary while she tried one move and then another. Not even bothering with submissions, just trying to see what sort of position she could put her roommate in. The Boston Crab. Her loins blossomed with heat when she looked down at Megan's posterior. Her nightshirt had ridden up, and the position had caused her panties to bind into the crack of her bottom. Samantha could even see a bit of the girl's puckered hole due the wedgie she'd been given.

Poor Megan could feel the cool breeze on her bottom, but there was nothing she could do about it, but try to keep her back straight. There was even less she could do about it when her pony tail was pulled back. Her back arched and she was forced even further back on her haunches. If she wasn't in so much pain, the humiliation of her position would have been much even keener - though it was already positively mortifying.

"Auntie," Meagan panted. "Auntie-auntie-auntie."

"You're not even trying," Samantha said. "I'm beginning to wonder if you like being manhandled."

"I don't." Megan whined. "What..what are you doing?"

What was Samantha doing? Megan tried to roll over, but Samantha was planted on the arch of her back. In her weakened condition, there was no way that Megan could shrug the girl off. And the worst? The worst? Poor Megan could feel fingers grasp the band of her panties and they were pulling them down.

"Stop that," Megan plead. By now, the panties were long since out of her reach. all she could do was to try to open her legs to keep them from being totally removed.

Such feeble efforts were not going to deter the stronger girl. Not for a moment. Samantha shifted her weight to Megan's thighs, and then abruptly stripped the girl of her panties.

"Give those back," Megan said. And then in a trembling voice she added. "I mean it."

"Now, are you going to at least give a little bit of effort?" Samantha asked. Her nostrils flared. God she was hot. And staring at the smooth moons of her roommate's bottom, was making her even hotter. "Are should I take off something else?"

"I'll keep going!" Megan exclaimed. Oh she'd put in just as much effort as she could possibly put in. For there was something extremely embarrassing she wanted very much to hide from Samantha. But soon she had other things to think about.

Smack. Smack. Shit that stung. The nerve of her roommate. To steal her panties and then to spank her! Oh she was going to make the girl pay...some way. Some how.

Smack. Smack.

But first Megan had to get loose.

"Show me what you got." Samantha said, and then delivered four more spanks. She could see her hand prints outlined in red on her roommate's ivory flesh. Fuck she was hot. "Come on. Wrestle me. Weakling."

"Arghhh!" Megan cried in defiance, her anger driving away her exaustion. She wailed around like a trapped raccoon. She kicked. She pulled hair. She scratched. She squirmed. She struggled.

Yet she still lost. Not just the wrestling match, but her nightshirt as well. She was naked. Her face was red from exertion and from being pressed so hard against the tile floor. She'd only come close to escaping Samantha's grasp twice. But each struggle seemed to expose more of her body and tire her out even more now that the burst of adrenalin had vanished.

"Come on Megan, move. Don't just lay there." Samantha urged the prostrate girl, delivering a few more spanks. The spanks she delivered had ceased being hard. But they were quite varied. She took careful aim, making sure to turn ever centimeter of Megan's formerly perfect ivory skin to a deep shad of red. Equally as important, Samantha had her mons pressed up tight against the swell of her roommate's bottom, so that every struggle was transmitted directly to her hot sex. She prayed her Megan couldn't smell her musk. The scent was very strong.

Poor Megan had long since given up on her roommate discovering the state of her very wet sex. She was dripping. She could feel the air cooling her. She'd never been wrestled and spanked. She'd struggled one final time, once again trying to throw Samantha off. At least that's what she told herself.

However, her struggles didn't budge Samantha. He struggles only caused her thighs to spread, so that her hot sex now slid against the cold floor. God. She was leaving a track like a slug. It felt...God if felt divine. She'd never live this down.

"Ugh." With a grunt, Megan's hips pumped. God, she couldn't believe she was doing this.

"God Megan," Samantha said. "You are soaked."

Megan's cheeks burned with humiliation. Her secret shame had been discovered. Worse...oh dear God. Megan could feel a finger probing her wet sex. She had no secrets left after such an examination.

"Do you like being spanked?" Samantha teased. "Is that it Megan? Does being spanked turn you on?"

"No," Megan lied. She didn't have the will to attempt to move the probing fingers. They felt too good. Far too good.

"I think you do," Samantha said. "Your pussy sure does, doesn't it?"

"No..." Megan moaned. God, the girl was driving her crazy.

"I think you like it too," Samantha said. "Let's find out."

Oh God. What now? Megan thought as felt Samantha mysteriously shifting her weight on top of her before she was abruptly rolled over. 

It was then she discovered what Samantha had been doing. She'd taken off her panties. Megan could see her roommate's bare bottom when the girl straddled and sat down on the upper part of her chest, her shins pinning Megan's wrists to the floor.

Samantha licked her lips as stared down at the helpless and very naked body of her nerdy roommate. "I think this needs a thorough investigation."

"Stop it," Megan panted. She had no idea what a thorough investigation entailed,but she wanted no part of it.

However, Samantha had exactly that in mind. The parting of it. She spread open Megan's engorged pink lips.

"Wet and plump." Samantha said. "And look at this clit. It's practically begging for a stroking."

"No it isn't." Megan protested in a squeaky tremulous voice. Her thighs closed briefly in defiance.

"I think it is," Samantha stroked Megan's wet slit. Running her finger up and down her pink gash.

Megan gasped and her thighs they opened, offering up the sweet plum between her thighs.

Samantha smiled and kept up her ministration, stroking Megan's clit every now and then. Working the girl up to a fever pitch. 

She's going to make me come, Megan suddenly realized. A girl was going to make her come. She'd always heard stories of girls experimenting in college, but she'd never reckoned that she'd be one of those girls. But the heat inside her loins convinced her otherwise. But then those soft sweet fingers were pulled away, leaving her hovering on the brink. Stroking her ever so gently then hovering just out of reach.

Megan's mind was still a jumble. It was one thing to be brought off while trapped beneath another girl, her arms pinned, unable to move, but quite another to...lift her slim hips, seeking that sweet touch. It mean she was participating. Before she could have tried to report her roommate for the liberties she'd taken. Now she was...lifting her hips, seeking Samantha's touch..higher and higher ... there....ahhh...right there.

That's it, Samantha said to herself as she coaxed Megan's hips up, and she made them begin to thrust and pump as best they were able in such an awkward position. Come to me. You are going to have to come a lot further before I'm done with you.

"I told you it was begging for it," Samantha teased, giving a light squeeze to Megan's engorged clit. "It is, isn't it?"

Poor Megan's loins were beginning to ache with need. She raised her hips until her abdomen was trembling, but it wasn't high enough to bring her in contact with Samantha's fingers. There was nothing she could do - but admit the truth.

"Yes." Megan moaned breathlessly.

Slap-slap-slap. Samantha swatted Megan's sex, spattering her nectar all over in the process.

Megan's hips shot down. The sensation wasn't painful, but it had been shocking. Worse, it had chased her orgasm away. It was disappointing, but it was just as well. The feeling of need she'd experienced and her helplessness had scared her deeply. It had - oh God, what was that dreadful girl doing to her now? She was rubbing her again. Rubbing her just the way she liked it. Making her thighs open of their own volition. Making her sex tighten up inside. Making lightning dance through her loins. Making her heart race.

It was then that Megan realized that she could see her roommates tight bottom hole and her slit pressed against her chest. She could feel the wetness dripping down her chest. She could smell the musk of sex.

If she could free her hands, she would be willing to stroke Samantha, in the hopes the girl would quit teasing her and perhaps finish pleasing her.

But Samantha had ideas of her own. She was well aware that Megan was helpless beneath her, and equally aware of the affect that her teasing was having. She was just as aware that ever so slowly she was moving her bottom closer and closer to her roommate's face.

Megan always had grades near the top of her class. She was bright and smart. She considered herself to be a deep thinker, but for the first time ever, she was having a difficult time thinking. Heat flowed through her loins and her sex ached with need. Samantha's bottom was right there. Just centimeter's from her lips. Megan found her lips pursing.

Samantha's nostrils flared as she felt those first tentative kisses. Ah yes. It felt nice, though she desired quite a bit more stimulation. She'd have it before all was said and done.

"Do you like my pussy?" Samantha asked, as she leaned forward, and blew her hot breath over Megan's aroused sex.

"Yes," Megan whispered, spreading her legs, eager for Samantha to lick her...down there.

"Lick me," Samantha ordered. "Lick my pussy."

Megan could feel the breath from every word. Samantha was so close. So close to licking her and bringing her off. She was certain other girls probably experimented like this. It didn't make her gay. She didn't even know if she was going to enjoy this. Her tongue snuck out and made a tentative questing probe. It wasn't so bad. It made another, a bit more determined this time.

"Oh yeah, that's it," Samantha said in a husky voice. "Lick that pussy. Faster. Oh yeah...just like that."

Lick me too, Megan wanted to say. But her mouth was now otherwise occupied and Samantha was sitting back up, so that Megan literally had a mouth full of pussy by now and her nose was - she didn't even want to think about where her nose was planted.

"You kinky girl," Samantha purred. "Are you teasing my asshole too? Mmmm...it feels good. Do you want me to tease your asshole?"

"Nuffff..." Megan protested. No. No she didn't even want her nose where it was much less to be touched..back there. But by then a honey soaked digit had been abruptly pushed past her sphincter. It was foreign to have anything in there period, but even more foreign to have something pushing in, when the direction had always been out. She didn't want to be invaded there - at least she didn't think so. It left her feeling even more helpless. Oh God...so very helpless struggling to breath, licking, being finger-fucked in her bottom.

She was not supposed to be treated like this. And she certainly wasn't supposed to be so - damned hot as a result. She shouldn't be licking a girl. Much less a girl who had been so mean to her.

"Right there...right there....right there...oh God...oh God.." Samantha moaned, her hips riding the helpless girl trapped beneath her. Reaching down - grabbing the girl's nipples between forefingers and thumbs and pulling up. Feeling the girl's anguished protest drowning in her cunt. Loving the agile tongue that sped faster than humanly possible.

Only a b-cup, Megan wasn't very endowed in the boob department, but what she lacked in girth, she more than made up in sensitivity. And having her nipples tugged like that hurt! Even though the experience also shot bolts of pleasure directly to her sex. It was still too much. Far too much. She licked Samantha for all she was worth, hoping to bring her climax quickly to an end - along with the torment to her nipples. 

"Oh yes, yes, oh ye-esss." Samantha moaned, her movements drifting from intensity to a languid motion as her orgasm peaked and began to subside. Hips making a small corkscrew as she used her roommates nose to pleasure her asshole. 

"Now it's your turn," Samantha said. "Do you want to come for me?"

"Yes." Megan admitted. Not only did she want to come, she deserved to come after all that she had endured at this girl's hands. 

"Mmmm..." Samantha purred as she outstretched her fingertips and them down the girl's slim body. Slowly making her way to Megan's wet sex.

"What a dirty and naughty little pussy you have," Samantha said, as she spied something in small open cosmetic bag by Megan's bed. She picked it up and pushed the power button. She could feel the vibrations up to her fingers. "I think it needs a good cleaning."

Megan had no idea what the girl was talking about. She could hear a familiar hum, but couldn't place the sound.

"Oh!" Megan gasped when she felt the first electric touch, her hips squirming to escape the overwhelming sensation. But soon she realized what she was feeling and she also realized how good it felt. Fuck. Oh fuck.

It was her toothbrush. Samantha must have stolen it from her cosmetic bag. Christ...she didn't have a spare. She was going to have to...oh Jesus. She was going to come. So fucking hard. 

It was an involuntary reaction to the stimulation, and Megan pursed her lips and kissed what was in front of her lips and that happened to be her roommates well-muscled bottom.

"Oh baby, that feels so good." Samantha purred. "Have you ever had anyone fuck this pussy? I mean really fuck it?"

"mmmphhh" Megan moaned and spread her legs as wide as they'd go.

"Slow down baby," Samantha said. "We have all night."

Samantha used the toothbrush on Megan's nipples and then sliding it up and down her slit. But not enough to send the girl over the edge. She smiled wickedly. She was getting good at this. 


A Physical Encounter



Megan moaned. Her hips pumped, welcoming the high frequency vibrations whenever Samantha saw fit to slide it down where it would do the most good. Oh dear God. She was going to come. She was going to come so hard.

And just then Samantha withdrew the toothbrush and gave a few light slaps to Megan's aroused sex.

"Oh God..." Megan panted, her hips thrusting, dying for touch. Even for these stinging slaps that drove her climax away. She tried to free her trapped arms. Tried to find some sensation to bring her over the edge.

Poor Megan didn't know what to do. Though her body a few ideas. She kissed the muscular bottom in front of her face again. Kissed it and kissed it some more.

"Mmmm..." Samantha said, sliding one hand slowly towards Megan's swollen sex. Shifting the other to her bottom cheek, spreading it.

Megan could see the puckered crater of her roommate's forbidden hole. No. She'd only kissed the girl's bottom cheeks because there was nothing else for her to kiss. However, she had no intention of kissing this. Not one little bit.

However, Megan could feel how close the vibrating toothbrush was to her aching sex. So very very close. Megan made a quick decision. She'd lick Samantha some more if it would get the girl to bring her off. Only she'd lick the proper hole. Bending her neck at a harsh angle, Megan tried to gain access to Samantha's sex.

Oh no you don't,' Samantha thought. She teased Megan's nipple with the toothbrush and used her other hand to tease the other nipple, rolling and occasionally tugging it - sometimes cruelly. Then switching giving the treatment to the other breast, before finally sliding the vibrating toothbrush teasingly close to Megan's sex, and began to lightly tap her roommate's engorged clit with the head.

God I'm losing it, was Megan's only thought. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. Couldn't believe that she was about to...she pursed her lips and kissed. Kissed the tight pucker that Samantha was baring.

Oh God. Oh God. I can't believe this is happening, Samantha thought to herself. She reveled in the knowledge and she wanted more. She began sliding the toothbrush up and down Megan's wet slit once more. Taking the girl to the brink. Watching her slip hips pump. Offering her now soaked sex up for stimulation. 

"Bad girl." Samatha teased. Slapping those pouting wet lips with the palm of her hand. Slapping just hard enough to sting and for there to be no doubt in Megan's mind who was in charge.

As if Megan had any doubt by this point. All she could think about was the aching need in her loins that needed stimulation. That needed to find some sort of desperate release. She no longer thought about shame or how what she was doing was wrong. Her only thoughts were centered there between her thighs and that the sensations she received down there were connected to what she was doing with her lips and tongue.

For Megan had long ceased her light tentative kisses to that forbidden orifice. Now she licked. She kissed. She probed with her tongue. Driving it in as best she could.

"That's so dirty," Samantha cooed. "To think that I thought you were a little goodie two shoes, when you were just a little perv. Do you think I should let you come? Do you little perv?"

"mmmphhh...yesh.." Megan murmured, her mouth planted firmly in her roommates toned ass.

"Then get that dirty little cunt up here where I can get at it," Samantha said. "Better hurry before these batteries give out."

Poor Megan arched her pelvis to give her roommate better access. However, she found that the humming toothbrush was still too far away. Tantalizing her, just out of reach.

Megan arched her pelvis even more. She felt the electric touch briefly. Oh God. It still wasn't enough. She walked her feet up, and then lifted up her knees. Her hips were no longer touching the floor. Surely this would be enough. Only it wasn't quite.

"Pleeshh.." Megan murmured.

"Don't you want it?," Samantha teased. "Come and get it."

Oh how she wanted it. Megan went up on her tip toes and thrust her pelvis forward one last time. Her calves and thighs trembled. She wouldn't be able to maintain this position long. She prayed it would be long enough.

Samantha touched the brush to her roommates engorged clit and counted 'One Mississippi' in her head. Then she took it off and counted 'Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi." Then back on for a Mississippi. Then back off for two Mississippis. On and off. On and off. Reaching her hand back and pulling Megan closer into her ass. Goddamn that tongue was divine with a capital D. She could get used to this sort of pampering.

'I won't last...I won't last...I can't..I can't.." Megan repeated in her mind. Her muscles burned. Her thigh had a cramp. She was dying to straighten her leg and hope the painful knot would ease, but she feared she'd lose the sensations from the toothbrush once more. It was hard to breath trapped there under her roommates muscular bottom cheeks. She she kept in position and ignored her protesting limbs and ligaments, still licking for all she was worth.

The sensation began deep inside her loins. Oh fuck. The heat built. Then it seemed to spill forth...coming up in huge tidal wave.

Coming. Oh God, she was coming. She'd never felt a climax of such magnitude before.

Even Samantha was jealous of her roommates reaction. The trembling legs, the thrusting sex, the loud moans from beneath her ass, the gush of girl cum than spilled onto the tile floor. Oh yes, that was one hell of a climax. Samantha was certain that an orgasm like that would never be enough for her roommate.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>

And it wasn't enough. Sure, Megan told herself she'd never engage in such behavior again. But the next day Megan couldn't help but think about what had happened with her roommate. Being manhandled. Licking. Being teased so cruelly. As the time to go back to her dorm grew short, she grew more and more anxious. Would Samantha do something to her when she went back? Did she want Samantha to do something with her? Megan could feel herself sweat. She could feel her panties grow damp. God...what if Samantha checked? She'd assume that Megan would want more.

With trembling fingers, Megan fumbled with the lock to her dorm. Samantha was there at her desk...not even acknowledging her presence. Maybe all that anxiety was for nothing.

The silence grew uncomfortable. "Hi.." Megan blurted and cursed her errant tongue.

"Oh hi Megan," Samantha said, as she swiveled her chair around to face Megan.

Megan's eyes were drawn like a magnet between her roommates thighs. The girl was wearing a short skirt and no panties. Her curly muff was right there staring at her blatantly. Did the girl have no shame?

"I was just thinking about you," Samantha said as she stood up and walked over to her roommate who stood frozen just inside the door.

"You were?" Megan replied. Her cheeks burning a bright red. What kind of reply was that? She couldn't think.

"I was thinking that my pussy was feeling very lonely," Samantha said, twirling a strand of Megan's hair. Her grip shifted to Megan's neck. "It's sad and needs cheering up."

They symbolism of the hand around her neck was clear and Megan's heart raced faster as she watched her roommate reach under her skirt and began to work. It began to pound when she removed her wet fingers and held them to Megan's lips.

I shouldn't do this, Megan told herself, even as her lips parted and she sucked the proffered digit clean of its tangy coating.

"You have way too many clothes on," Samantha said as she divested her roommate of her clothes, leaving the girl in only a pair of socks.

I guess this is it, Megan thought to herself. This is when we make love.

"I thought we could play a different game today," Samantha said as she took off the scarf she had around her neck and tied it around Megan's head, turning it into a makeshift blindfold.

"You did a pretty good job licking my pussy yesterday," Samantha said, as she led Megan over to her desk. "But today, I'm going to teach you just how I like it."

With a devious smile, Samantha reached over and turned the rod for the blinds over the window. Their angle now allowing the girl to see the dorm across from her and for anyone looking out the window to see them. Nostrils flaring, she slid closer to the wall. She was sure no one could see anything above her waist. But poor Megan? Megan was directly in view.

"Start with my feet," Samantha said, moving a foot closer to Megan's lips. Giggling and withdrawing her foot at the ticklish touch of her roommate's lips and hot breath. "That tickles."

From there the lessons began. Megan learned to suck toes. To lick between them. To kiss calves and knees. To nibble between outstretched thighs. To breath her hot breath over Samantha's sex. To kiss lips..down there. To lick the groove. The work the stalk of her roommate's clit with her tongue. To gently brush her tongue over the clit. To caress hard nipples with her free hands. Stroking them. To work her tongue faster when Samantha was close to coming and the to slow down as the girl rode out her orgasm.

Megan heard Samantha moving around again and wondered if it was her turn to be made love to.

But Samantha had other plans.

"Come closer," Samantha said, now facing the desk and leaning forward. "I've got a surprise for you."

Megan leaned forward, her brow wrinkling in concern. What sort of surprise did Samantha have in mind for her? As she moved closer, there was no mistaking the cool soft flesh that touched each of her cheeks. Samantha had turned around...and this was.

By then Samantha had reached around and took hold of Megan's pony tail and pulled her in tight.

"Lick me," Samantha growled. It was an order.

With a shudder Megan gave a soft mewl of desperation. This didn't seem quite fair, but then again, she had licked this very place the night before. If she wasn't so very turned on by now, she would have surely refused. However, by this point she'd already spent what seemed like an hour making Samantha come. She didn't want to ruin things before it was her turn. Her tongue slipped from between her lips and began to lick.

"Mmmmmmm..." Samantha moaned as she diddled her clit with her fingers and enjoyed the sensations of her bottom hole. "Good girl."

"You are a dirty little slut," Samantha panted. "Do you know that?"

With her mouth otherwise occupied, Megan gave a low moan in response.

Samantha rubbed faster, her upper body resting on the desk as her left arm was unable to support her weight. Oh fuck! And the next orgasm roared through her like a forest fire.

"Stand up and wait right there," Samantha said once she'd come down from her orgasm. She fetched Megan's toothbrush from her toiletry bag.

A small gasp escaped Megan's lips when she heard the familiar buzzing sound so close to her ear.

Samantha teased her roommate, running the vibrating head over Megan's erogenous zones.

Megan's body jerked each time she felt the buzzing head touch her sex...the sensation was far too intense - and even more so since she still wore a blindfold and couldn't prepare for the contact. However with each touch, her body jerked less and less as she became acclimated to it. 

"Did you brush this morning?" Samantha teased, as she touched the head of the toothbrush to Megan's mouth.

"Yes..." Megan managed, as she turned her head to avoid having the sex soaked brush shoved in her mouth.

"Come on," Samantha urged, alternating between teasing Megan's pussy and trying to push the brush past the girl's tightly closed mouth. The thrill of power was making her hot again. "Come on. You know you want it. Oral hygiene is very important..besides I know where your mouth has been. It needs a good cleaning."

"No," Megan gasped, her lips pressed firmly together. She'd given up on turning her head and now the brush buzzed past lips and vibrated against her teeth. She could smell the musky stench of her sex on the brush. She couldn't do this. She..her teeth parted. She could taste herself mixed with mint.

"Open wide." Samantha said. 

Megan opened her lips. God it was so humiliating. She felt so powerless as her roommate ran the brush over her teeth and tongue.

Samantha lowered the brush back down and worked it over her roommate's sex. Working the girl to a frenzy once more.

"Get down on your knees again," Samantha ordered.

Her cheeks blooming a furious red, Megan's had never felt so subjugated as when she knelt down and her roommate brushed her teeth thoroughly.

"Get it in that pussy again," Samantha teased. "No, turn around this time. Doggie style that fucker you skinny slut."

Megan blushed even redder as she turned around and tried to back into the vibrating brush to get herself off. However, it was too high, hitting her at the small of her back. Samantha wasn't being cooperative.

"You want it, come and get it," Samantha laughed. "Come on. Higher...higher..."

Poor Megan was forced up off her hands and knees...she was on her feet but now supporting her upper body with her hands on the floor. It wasn't comfortable...not by a long shot. But she wouldn't have to be comfortable for long for the brush was vibrating like mad, just a bit of contact with her clit and she'd go off like a rocket.

"Mouth again," Samantha said, when she detected the tell tell tremor along her roommate's spine.

"Please..." Megan moaned, ignoring the order, straining ever harder, up on her tip toes. She was far too close to quit now.

"I said mouth," Samantha's voice took a hard edge as she withdrew the brush.

With a groan of disappointment, Megan turned around, kneeling quickly, blindly going by sound, not brushing her teeth this time, but sucking her juices from the head of the toothbrush.

"Kinky little slut," Samantha said. "You are getting good at this. Now, turn back around again and fuck it."

Megan didn't need to be told twice. She spun back around and sought out the contact with the brush once more. She was still blindfolded, so she didn't know that Samantha was moving the brush away every time she grew close. Making her work for it. Back arching. Hips seeking. Legs trembling. Until at last she made contact.

"Oh fuck..." Megan moaned. She was no longer thinking how shameful she looked. She was like an animal. Her body wanted release...needed it.

"Fuck..fuck...oh God...oh God..." Megan droned in a high pitched and breathless tone. Faster and faster she cried. Hot lava poured from her loins. Her sex gushed...at first Samantha thought her roommate had pissed herself, but then realized it was come. Wow what a come.

Samantha smiled and twisted the rod for the blinds to close them.

"You can take off that blindfold now," she told the prostrate form of her roommate laying oblivious on the tile floor, nearly wallowing in her own copious juices.

Megan took off the blindfold but didn't have the energy to get up from the floor. She doubted she ever would. But less than a minute later, she grew chilled and ashamed at the display she was making as she lay naked there on the cold tile floor.

If only she knew that in the dorm across the way they'd seen much more than that. Most had turned away in disgust. A few took pictures to show around. But a few had watched every single moment. Had dimmed the lights and frigged eager clits. Burning the image of the girl into their minds. Determined that if opportunity presented itself, that they too would get a piece of that ass.

One of those girls asked her roommate, "She looks familiar. Have you seen her in any of your classes?"

"No, but I've seen her when I leave my intro to computers class," the other said. "She's some kind of computer geek."

"What day and time?"

"Tomorrow at 2:00"

"I bet if we take her somewhere, she'll do anything we want."

"But I want to do an awful lot of bad stuff." She said as she sucked off the juices from her fingers. 

"Me too." The other said.

"It could get loud."

"Then lets bring her back here."

"Do you think she'll do it?"

The other girl picked up an electric toothbrush and turned it on. Her eyes gleamed in the darkness. "Oh, I have a feeling she will. Besides, I took a few pictures I bet she doesn't want flying around campus."

The End