College Roommates

Most of my oneshots come from fantasies that my wife and I explore. This one is no different. We were talking about what we would have done differently in college and she mentioned how she wish she had more wild, slutty stories from before we met. That got us talking and we came up with this scenario where a girl gets to... well... I don't want to spoil it.

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 I was always quite the Daddy’s girl. Growing up, I was what some people referred to as a JAP. Not as in “Japanese”. Nope. Jewish American Princess. They meant it pejoratively but I always liked the sound of it. My grandparents had escaped Hungary during the war and my parents met in New York. Daddy built a very successful jewelry business. You’d recognize the name if I told you. I was even in one of those “My super sweet sixteen” episodes from MTV. 

It wasn’t hard to get into Yale. Daddy just bought a new science thingy for the physics department and suddenly I’m accepted. Don’t get me wrong. I earned my spot. My tutors made sure I got good grades. But I knew, in my heart, I wouldn’t have gotten into Yale without Daddy’s help. The first semester was really a struggle though. The work was a lot harder than it had been in high school. And everyone around me was so much smarter than I was used to.

On the other hand, the parties were amazing. I let my grades suffer and I got a stern talking to at Hanukkah. 

“Listen to me. I didn’t pay all that money to see you flunk out of college, Charna.”

“But Daddy. I’m not flunking.”

“It’s a 2.5 GPA.”

I hung my head and muttered quietly, “I passed every class”

“Barely!” he roared. It sent a shiver up my spine. It was always scary when Daddy yelled at me. He was normally so calm but this really bothered me. Mother put a hand on his shoulder. She always had a calming influence on him.

“Harvey,” she whispered, “She’s like her mother. You need to give her incentives and structure.”

Daddy rolled his eyes but she was right. I could buckle down and accomplish anything if they just told me what was needed. “Fine… Get your GPA back to a 3.0 by the end of the year and we’ll let you have that apartment off campus you wanted.”

“Really?” I jumped up, hugging him with excitement. The dorm rooms were so cheap and dingy. I really hated them. Having a real apartment all to my own would be amazing.

His face softened, “Really,” he said and returned my hug. My Daddy really is the best. My mom smiled and gave me a little wink. Sometimes it felt like we were manipulating him but he never complained about it. 

I returned to classes with a real sense of urgency. I busted my tight little ass and worked hard to get a 3.5 GPA the second semester. I was pretty excited when I did and I returned home over the summer ready to cut loose and party in celebration. My parents were so happy they even rented out a townhouse on long island for my friends and I. But then, about two weeks into my glorious vacation I got a call.

My Daddy’s voice came sternly from the other end of the line, “Young lady… this is not a 3.0.”

“What do you mean, Daddy. I got 2 As and 2Bs this semester. That’s a 3.5”

“Well your transcript says 2.98 GPA, sweetie.”

“That can’t be, Daddy,” I protested, my voice going to the high pitched whine that I sometimes used when Daddy was being unreasonable. “Didn’t I get 2As and 2Bs?”

“Yes… let me look,” he was quiet for a moment, “How many credit hours did you take last semester, Charna?”

“Fifteen, Daddy.”

“That’s the problem then. You only took 14 hours this semester.”

“So?” I asked.

“So 15 hours at 2.5 isn’t wiped out by 14 hours at 3.5,” he said. 

I realized my mistake. Math had never been my strong suit and I hadn’t even thought about the number of credit hours needed. “But Daddy! That’s not fair,” I said, stamping my foot. “I was so close, Daddy. Please be reasonable.”

I heard a long sigh on the other line and the whispering voice of my mother. Then Daddy’s voice hissed back, “No… she needs to learn a lesson,” he said. I kept silent, waiting for my mother to work her magic. Eventually Daddy’s voice returned to the phone, “Okay… here’s what we’re going to do. We’ll pay for one fifth of your rent for an apartment.”

“One fifth? But Daddy… they don’t make five person apartments. And where would I find four roommates on such late notice. Daddy! That’s not fair,” I said again.

“That’s the way it’s going to be young lady. You figure it out. You need to grow up finally and take some responsibility.”

I hung up the phone and quickly snapped a picture to my friends, “Anyone got a free room next year… preferably with four roommates?” I was standing there in a cute little orange bikini that I looked really hot in. I sent it out to my friends on Snapchat and got lots of likes but no helpful offers.

“Sorry… you look hot though.”

“No extra room here. Sorry.”

“Super hot pic. Put it up on insta and see if you get some offers!”

“You rock that orange, baby!”

It made me feel pretty good about myself though so I took the suggestion and put the picture up on Instagram and Twitter. “Need four roommates for the Fall Semester in New Haven. Send me a DM if you’re down.”

“That’ll show Daddy I can take care of things,” I said to nobody in particular as I went back out on the pool deck to join my friends in the hot sun. But I came crashing back down to earth as I watched rejection after rejection come in on Social Media. Nobody had a room. I was going to have to live in the dorms again. I crashed that night with images of a dingy, dark room with a stained brown window and a view of some nasty garbage can the only visible thing to look at. I nearly cried. Why did Daddy have to be so unfair.

The next day, I finally got an offer. It was from a friend of a friend. Some girl I didn’t know named Morgan. Her text said, “Hey… super hot pic! I think we can work something out. Can you come by next week to look at the place?”

I immediately started texting back, “Yesyesyes… Thank you. I’m so desperate. You guys actually have a fifth room?”

The reply came back almost immediately, “Come by and we’ll figure it out. I think you’ll be happy.” She texted me the address and I told her she was a lifesaver and I’d be by next week. I was so excited I told all my friends not to worry about my problems and instead focusing on the party. It was a blast and everyone congratulated me on handling things. Even Daddy was happy I told him.

“You got something that quick?”

“Oh yeah, Daddy. It was super easy. You were right and I’m sorry for throwing a fit. I just needed to grow up and take responsibility.”

I could almost hear the beaming smile coming from the other end, “Well that’s great honey. Your mother and I are really proud of you for taking care of this and being such an adult.”

“Thanks Daddy. Okay, off to celebrate with my friends!” I said and hung up the phone to continue the non-stop summer party.

The next week rolled around and I drove up to New Haven to check out the apartment. I’d loaded up all my stuff and had the check from Daddy for the first month’s rent plus my share of the security deposit. I had on my nicest little sundress, hoping to make a good impression. Daddy had told me that it’s not a done deal until I sign a lease and give them a check so I needed to make sure to be on my best behavior. The apartment itself wasn’t really an apartment. It was a cute little split level house with a big backyard and a deck that had been built on the side that would be perfected for sunbathing in the few months of warmth that were left. I pulled my Porsche up next to four other cars. None were as nice as the one Daddy bought me for my sweet 16 party but they all looked fine. Two pickup trucks, a Jeep and a Mustang. 

I walked up to the door, straightened my dress and knocked. “She’s here,” came a deep male voice from behind the door. It swung open and a really cute looking blonde boy was standing there looking at me. He had on a pair of flip flops and board shorts and his smooth, hairless chest was completely bare. 

Now I’m no stranger to boys. I like them. A lot. I flirt and I’m no virgin. I had the normal fumbling awkward loss of virginity at junior prom and even had a couple casual hookups while I was partying during my first semester. But I wasn’t boy crazy or anything. This boy made me weak in the knees though. “Uhhh… hi… I’m uhmm… I’m Charna,” I said awkwardly, kicking myself for my lack of grace.

“Come in, we’ve been expecting you. We’re all pretty psyched about this setup that you and Morgan worked out,” he said with a friendly smile. He showed me up the stairs. It was a really nice place. It had been redone recently with a new kitchen setup and looked almost fancy for a college place. “I’m Tom by the way. That’s Stefan,” he said, pointing to a tall, lanky kid with moppish brown hair and big round glasses. Then he pointed down the hallway to the bathroom and said, “Jimbo’s in the bathroom. And you already know Morgan.”

Three boys and two girls. It was a little awkward but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. “I don’t actually. She’s a friend of a friend. You know how it is.”

Tom raised an eyebrow at me, “Uhh… she?”

“Yeah… Morgan?” I said, confused.

A deep, very male voice called from down the stairs, “I’m Morgan.” I turned around and my breath stopped. If Tom was ‘cute’, Morgan was a chiseled, black Adonis. He had a towel around his waist and water dripping from his hair having clearly just finished a shower. His chest was ripped like a professional athlete with lean, strong muscles looking like they were going to burst from within the tight confines of his skin. Looking back, that was the moment I probably lost control. I didn’t realize it at the time but I was keenly aware of the moistness between my legs and the hard nipples that sprung to attention. 

My eyes scraped up and down the body of the man I was staring at. And he was indeed a man… not a boy. He extended his hand, holding his towel around his waist with his other. “Hey. Nice to meet you. Sorry if there was confusion.”

I stammered again. “Uhmmm… no… no confusion… no.”

“So you’re good with this? Four guys. One girl?”

“Uhh… yeah… I guess…,” I said and he looked over my shoulder and winked at Tom. 

“See… told you she’d be cool with it.”

I looked around, sure that I was missing some kind of joke. “Uhh… yeah… I guess you should show me the bedrooms?”

“Wow… she’s eager isn’t she,” said a new voice coming from the hallway. The guy walking down the hallway was a short, powerfully built boy with an incongruously high voice. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a polo shirt that looked like it was too tight so that it intentionally showed off his biceps which he was obviously proud of. Tom and Stefan laughed at Jimbo’s comment and, again, I couldn’t help but be confused.

I turned back to Morgan who said, “Sure thing, Charna. Let me show you around. Upstairs you’ve pretty much already seen. Living room. Kitchen. Dining room we play cards in. Bedrooms are all downstairs,” he said, gesturing me down to follow. I gave another glance at the three boys upstairs, all of whom were looking at me in an uncomfortably hungry way. Morgan and I walked downstairs where I saw a large entertainment room setup with a pool table and four huge leather chairs along with a massive TV that took up one wall. “We hang out down here a lot. Plus the bedrooms are all down here,” he said, gesturing down the hall. “My room is on the left, I’ll show you. They’re basically all the same layout,” he said and ushered me back. I was in a state of almost hypnotic obedience. Confused and stunned. I did notice that there were only four doors in the hallway though.

“Uhmm,” I said as he led me into his room, “Where’s my room?”

Morgan smiled at me. He was standing between me and the door to his bedroom. I suddenly felt trapped. And what’s worse. I wasn’t scared even a little. I had a much worse, more uncomfortable feeling picking at my stomach. Arousal. “You can sleep in whichever bedroom you want, princess,” he said. His finger reached up and tucked my dark hair behind my right ear. “Though I think you’ll spend plenty of time in this bed.”

“I… I… I don’t understand,” I said. 

“I called around and talked to your friends. I realized you’re in a bit of a pickle this semester. So I thought we could work out a deal. You can stay here rent free and keep your Daddy’s money,” he said.

“Really?” I asked. That would be terrific. I’d actually have a little bit of spending money.

“Yup. You just need to do some chores around the house,” he said. Something about the way he said chores told me what he meant. I knew it. Deep down. But I didn’t want to admit it.

“Like cooking and cleaning… I’m… I’m not really good at those things.”

“Nahh… we’re good… Jimbo loves to cook and we’re all pretty much neat freaks. I think you can be a little more useful in other areas,” he said, stepping towards me. His bed was behind me and my calves hit it and I dropped down on my ass with a bounce. “Besides, I know you need a place to stay.”

He was right. Daddy would be pissed if I didn’t get a place to live. I’d bragged about what an adult I was but hadn’t even bothered to find out if these were girls or boys. I couldn’t go back to Daddy as a failure. I looked up at him through my thick eyelashes, “I do need this place.” My voice was quiet. 

“I know… you don’t want to disappoint your Daddy. So you help us out and we help you out. Know what I mean?” I just looked at him as he loosened the towel from his waist. I couldn’t say anything. I was stunned. The cock that emerged from beneath the towel was enormous. It looked like it was almost as long as my forearm. “Yeah… you know what I mean,” he said. The words sent shudders through me. The deep baritone voice of this man was like lightning straight to my clit. What had been the mild dampness of arousal was now a full on flood of lust.

“I’m… I’m not that type of girl,” I said.

Morgan laughed as his hand reached down to slowly stroke his shaft. I watched it harden in his hand, “Listen princess. Two things you should know. First, every girl that sees this dick becomes ‘that kind’ of girl.”

I nodded. I actually nodded. Staring at the huge black cock in front of me I knew it was true. I could actually feel my legs spreading wide as I sat there, eager to accommodate him. It was visceral and compelling.

“Second, we like teaching good girls how to be bad. Most fun a college guy can have,” he said as he ran his fingers through my hair. “Now suck it.” He pulled me to his cock and I couldn’t stop staring as it approached my mouth. I’d never sucked a cock before. Just a couple handjobs. I wasn’t that type of girl. But seeing this big thick cock in front of me all I could think about was how to make it as hard as possible. I opened my mouth and he guided the head to my lips. I kissed and licked it, trying to imagine what Morgan might like. I listened to him gasp as I circled the head of his fat cock with my tongue so I did that a couple more times. I felt it swell in my mouth and screwed up my courage, opening my mouth wide to take the invading shaft of flesh. I got about half of it in my mouth before it hit the back of my throat. I coughed and pulled away before, wiping spit from my mouth but before Morgan could say anything else I dove right back in, eager to show off. Eager to please. I didn’t want Morgan any more mad at me than I wanted my Daddy. I needed this place.

“Mmmm… that’s it girl. Suck that cock good. Get it hard for me and I’ll show you what else it can do.”

Again, his words sent shivers down my spine. He was standing there pressing himself into my mouth with my legs wide. If someone was standing in the doorway they’d have been able to clearly see my panties. It was a strange thought to have as I was sucking the large black cock but somehow seeing my panties felt far more embarrassing. Sucking that gorgeous cock was the only natural thing to do. But my panties were supposed to be private. Nevertheless, all the thoughts and arousal were quickly spinning out of control. And I didn’t care.

I looked up at him and whispered, “Are you going to fuck me?”

He smiled at me, “You want me to?”

I nodded silently.

“Beg,” he said simply.

I lay back and spread my legs. “Please fuck me, Morgan.” I was so wet at that moment. Morgan grabbed my legs and pressed them wider, holding me open as he pressed his cock against my panty clad pussy. 

“Guide it in, princess,” he said softly. I was completely mesmerized. I reached down, feeling the pulsing thick member between my fingers. I didn’t bother to take my little white panties off. There was no time. Instead I just pulled them to the side and pressed his cock head to my tight little pussy. My fingers found my lips and spread them as I rubbed the head against the river of wetness flooding out of me. “Beg,” he said again.

“Please, Morgan. Please. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I NEED it,” I whined, dimly aware that it was the same tone of voice I used when I was trying to get something from Daddy. 

“Sure thing Princess,” he said and he pressed into me. I can’t describe the feeling of being split open like that. It felt… God… it felt perfect. He asked me something when he got it all in but it didn’t register at all. I just looked up at him, mouth agape and nodded. He laughed and pulled out of me slowly, leaving my whole body primally aware of the lonely emptiness that my pussy was now experiencing. Fortunately, that moment didn’t last long as he slid back into me. I moaned, loud enough that people outside the house would have been able to hear. I didn’t care. No… it’s not that I didn’t care. It’s that I wasn’t even thinking about the outside world. There was one thing in the world that mattered at that moment and it was the thick shaft of brown flesh that was currently rearranging my insides in the most amazing way possible. 

Morgan continued like that for several minutes, each time increasing his pace. At some point in the fucking became so intense I found my fingers strumming at my clit. I was babbling something like, “Makemecummakemecummakemecum.”

“You gonna cum for me, Princess?” he asked, hammering into me and making me see stars. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. 

“Yesssssss,” I hissed.

“You gonna be our little free use fuck slut?”

The words felt so wrong but it made them so wickedly right, “Yessssss.”

“Gonna train you up and fuck you right. Gotta keep the boys happy, you understand?” he said.

“Yesssssss,” I said again, even louder.

“Cum for me, bitch,” he said and spat on my face. I should have been offended. I should have shoved him off me. I should have shouted, ‘fuck you’. Instead, my pussy just tightened hard on his cock and I came with a primal shriek of ecstacy. 

“I think she’s ready, boys?” I heard Morgan said while I lay there panting. Suddenly, I found myself flipped over and on my knees on the floor. Morgan’s cock sank back into me and any protest or question died on my lips. My world was once again focused purely on the giant piece of meat pummeling me without mercy. Another cock, this one white with tufts of blonde hair around it, was suddenly in front of me. At some point Tom had walked into the room and he was now standing there, forcing his cock into my mouth. I opened obediently and took him in. Jimbo and Stefan were also there. I saw out of the corner of my eye that Jimbo’s cock was average but very thick. But I also saw Stefan’s cock. I thought when I saw Morgan’s cock it was the biggest thing I’d ever seen. But Stefan’s put it to shame. He was stroking it in his hand and it looked like a fucking tree trunk. I shivered in fear and arousal at the thought of being thoroughly violated by that piece of meat.

All four of the boys fucked me that day. They moved my stuff in so that I never had to stop getting fucked. I spent the next ten hours taking cock in every possible way. I was covered in cum and every part of me was sore. Morgan carried me, calling me his Princess, to the bathroom and drew me a hot bath. It was incredibly romantic in the most debauched way. The guys were all great and fucked me whenever they or I wanted. It was a hell of a year. Stefan even helped me with my studies. When the end of the year rolled around, Morgan, the only junior of the group, was the only one staying. I was sad to see Tom, Jimbo and Stefan leave. But all good things come to an end. 

Morgan was standing there, hand on my ass as we waived, Tom, the last guy goodbye. My hair and face were a mess from the goodbye fucking I’d given him. Tom, very much an ass man, had spanked me while fucking my sore ass very thoroughly. Morgan closed the door and looked at me. “We’ve got the whole house to ourselves, Charna. You want to go fuck around?”

“After, baby,” I whispered to him and gave him a gentle kiss that he returned. 

He looked at me, “After what?”

“After we put an ad up on Craig’s list. We’ve got three new roommates to find, right?”

He smiled at me, “Post that picture of yourself in the orange bikini… that’ll make sure we attract the right kind of guys.”

He was right. It did.