Chapter 3

Daphne Macron winced under the scalding water bursting from the showerhead. She pulled back her hair as the water cascaded over her neck down to her supple chest. A beautiful, warm shower gave her the perfect opportunity to reflect on her first creampie gang bang. Each girl’s unique scent still lingered on her skin. Alpa’s peaty juices dripped from her throbbing asshole. Holly’s sweaty pit-stained odors pressed against her body, the chubby futa’s virgin load still swimming inside her womb. Next, a cocktail of Valerie’s cum and sporty body spray clung in her hair—which she was happy to rinse. Then Daphne’s eyes bulged. She gagged on one of the rugby star’s coarse pubes became lodged behind her tongue during the throat-fucking session.

“Valerie’s so rough.” Daphne mused to herself as she parted her pink lips to take-in a jet of water. She gargled spat, then watched it splash against the drain. Steam rose and shrouded her thin body as she soaked. A tingle between her legs caught her attention. “Ugh.” She grunted. “More?!?” Daphne tightened her abs and pushed. Another glob of futa cum caught on her blonde pubes before plopping over the drain. “Those girls, I swear.” She grinned, wiggling her wrinkled, pruney pink toe in the white stickiness. “I wonder if this is Valerie or Molly.” A mischievous delight growled in her belly as she pondered. Carrying the semen of three girls made her feel delightfully dirty. Daphne was well on her way to her first orgasm. She needed quality time with her futa classmates—one feisty ginger in particular.

Mallory Wright’s cold grey eyes cut back and forth down the white-walled dorm hall. Her bright green running shoes squeaked against the hardwood floor as she power-walked past each decorated dorm door. Her roving eyes caught a door with two named spelled in pink and yellow glitter. CARMEN MICHAELS and DAPHNE MACRON. She stopped to collect herself in front of the door, adjusting her black backpack on her shoulder while wiping the beads of sweat from her brow. Walking all the way across campus from Dr. Jackson’s office took quite a toll. “I just need more cardio.” She muttered before knocking on the closed door.

“Just a minute.” She heard Daphne’s sweet voice chirp from behind the solid wooden door. The locked clicked soon after. Daphne’s body, clean and damp, was covered with a thick white terry cloth towel. Her thin lips straightened when she saw Mallory. “Did you bring my phone?” She asked in a stern voice.

“Yeah, here it is.” Mallory smiled as she reached inside her bag. She retrieved the phone, then with a flick of her thin wrist sent the phone spinning past its owner and crashing on the floor.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Daphne squawked and whipped around in a blonde twister. She crumpled to the floor and manically tapped on the screen. “I swear to god, Mallory if you broke my phone-”

“Threaten me again, Daphne.” Mallory hovered over her, slinging her bag to the floor. “That message you sent me was fucked up.”

“Lighten up, Mallory.” Daphne scoffed, returning to her feet. She sighed in relief when the screen at last lit up. “Fucking Christ, it was a joke.”

“Getting me kicked out of school is NOT a joke, bitch.” She growled back. “I have NO family and NO options if I have to leave. Come to think of it, I shouldn’t even be in your room right now.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Daphne wrenched her sopping hair from her eyes. “Just relax. Carmen’s not even here, and I have no idea where she is.”

“So she could walk in any minute?” Mallory snapped and headed for the door. “Gotta go.” As she huffed away, she sighed and turned back. “But we WERE fucking when Dr. Jackson came in.” She looked down and scuffed her toe on the floor. “So thanks for covering for me, I guess.”

Daphne moved to her bed, a soft-looking twin bed with a wooden frame and crossed her legs. The bed flanked the far right corner of the cozy room, mirroring Carmen’s setup towards her left. “Mallory,” Daphne said in a low, husky voice, “can you come before you leave?” She loosened her towel and spread her legs, leaving just enough slack to cast shadows over her perky pink nipples.

Mallory draped her hand on the door. Her eyes lingered over Daphne’s parting legs. She had to admit, watching her classmates each take their turns dropping their loads in Daphne was a turn on. Moreover, the fact that not an hour prior she was balls deep in Daphne’s beautiful blonde pussy didn’t help her horny level. This time, no squishy sloppy fourths—Daphne was fresh and clean. Her feet pulled her towards the bed before she was even aware.

“Hey Daphne, I-” Mallory brushed the hair from her eyes and pressed her knees into the bed’s navy comforter. She cleared the nervousness from her throat. “I just want to make sure we’re on the same page. I REALLY don’t like you.”

Daphne sucked on her bottom lip while giving her guest an eye roll. “We’re gonna do this again?”

“Fine.” Mallory sighed. She fished underneath her skirt and stretched her panties aside. “Hope you’re wetter than you started out this afternoon.” She joked. Her cock needed no more coaxing to harden—her six inches stood at attention.

Daphne fixed her eyes on the bulging pink head Mallory pressed against her thumb. She let a trail of drool fall from her lips onto her palm. Once her palm carried a fresh, bubbling puddle, she applied the hot mess to her waiting clit. Her breathing grew terse as Mallory’s cock slowly kissed the dripping mouth of her pussy.

“Ah...” Daphne cooed. She laid her hands on Mallory’s shoulders and pulled herself forward. Her pouting lips widened.

They both moaned.

Then they both jumped.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!?” Daphne growled when she heard her dormmate Carmen, fiddle with the door. With painful reluctance, she pulled herself from the Mallory and adjusted her towel. Her eyes raised in time to meet Carmen Michaels’ deep brown Spanish eyes gawking incredulously.

“Hi, guys.” Carmen Michaels was a 21-year-old slender model type with a smooth olive complexion. She greeted her dormmate and guest with her sleek west-coast accent, and went to the desk beside her bed. Carmen’s shoulder-length chestnut curls bounced playfully as she sat cross-legged in her chair. “What’s going on?”

Daphne and Mallory exchanged some awkward glares, the latter making head motions in Carmen’s direction.

“Not much. Just hanging out cause class ended early.” Daphne blurted. She turned her head. “Hey, Carmen. Do you know Mallory from the English department?”

“Yeah, Daph. Of course, I do.” Carmen chuckled. One of her tanned fingers ran across the page she was reading and dog-eared the page. She closed the book to address Mallory. “How’s Valerie?” She flashed the girl a coy smile.

“Single.” Mallory nodded. “She’s very well and very single.”

Carmen cackled. “I hear ya!” Her eyes turned to Daphne. “I can leave you guys alone for a while if you want.”

“Oh, no.” Mallory cut in. “You’re studying. This is your room. I should get going anyway.” She got up and slapped her bag over her shoulder. “I’ll see you around, Daphne. See ya, Carmen.”

It only took Mallory a few seconds to steal through the door and down the hall. Daphne settled back on her bed. She drew her knees up and sighed. Her eyes watched Carmen set up her laptop and turn it on. “Gonna Skype with Brad?” She asked.

“Yeah, a little before he goes to work.” Carmen tapped her tapered piano fingers on the keys to wake the screen. “That’s not going to bother you, is it?”

Daphne shrugged, reaching for the nail clipper on her nightstand. “Not at all. I should study in the library, anyway.” She bit her lip as the trimmer snapped through her toenails one-by-one.

Daphne could have used silence to think, she decided. The pungent, bleach smell of her classmates’ futa cum lingered in her nose despite her shower. She squeezed her wet thighs together underneath of heavy towel—She couldn’t remember the last time her parts were still so juicy.

Maybe it’s a good thing Mallory didn’t have time to come, Daphne thought. The bitch might’ve drowned me. Daphne snickered.

“FUCK!” Carmen snapped. She slammed the laptop’s lid shut and folded her arms.

“Something wrong?” Daphne asked. The commotion snapped through her trance.

“Brad went to work early.” She sighed, wearing a painful grimace that carried as much disappointment as desperation.

“You guys are so cute.” Daphne couldn’t help but roll her eyes while she said it. Carmen’s relationship with Brad fascinated her in several ways. Of all the futanari she knew, Carmen was the only one monogamous with a boy. Moreover, Carmen never seemed at all interested in sex—,, especially with Daphne. There was a humbling kinship between them and an apparent reason the college board roomed the two together. “So,” She segwayed, “How do you know Mallory? You guys ever hook up?”

“Oh, god, no.” Carmen laughed. The air of humor relaxed her shoulders. “Mallory knows that Val and I dated back in high school.” She tilted her chin into her fist. “If you can even call it dating.”

“Ha, yeah.” Daphne laughed. “She doesn’t seem like a gentle lover.” She leaned back and flashed a sly grin toward Carmen. As she read her dorm mate’s shocked expression, she reminisced in the memory Valerie’s weight pressing against her—stretching her. Daphne’s folds quivered at the thought. “I’m pretty sure she wants to fuck me.”

“Valerie does NOT want to fuck you.” Carmen shook her head. “Why are you so interested, anyway?”

“Yeeeah.” Daphne grit her teeth. “Well, I kinda let my Lit class run a train on me today.” She looked away. Her face burned with shame.

Carmen smirked. “So THAT’S why you’re fascinated with Val. Take it from me, Daphne. Valerie doesn’t want to fuck you—She wants to BRUTALIZE you. She’d be inside you for hours. The only reason she wasn’t today was someone else was around.”

Daphne bit her lip, nodding. Her face burned with a cocktail of embarrassment and arousal. “I should get dressed.” She clutched the towel close to her blushing chest as she stood.

Holly Cravers clicked with her mouse with a frantic pace as she sat at her desk, browsing the sexy adult gift store online. Her loins still tingled with such a pulsing force; it blurred her vision. Each pink rose petal on the site’s header reminded her of Daphne’s pursed as her pussy wrapped around Holly’s throbbing meat. To make matters worse, Daphne’s flowery perfume still lingered on her body. The scent drove her crazy, but she also dreaded showering it away. Her pulse raced as she sat, squeezing her flabby thighs together to massage her hardness.