Chapter 5: Stephano and the Sluts

When Jasmine and I moved away and started college, there was a mistake with our housing. Instead of renting us a two-bedroom apartment on the 4th floor, one of dad’s people bought us the 24th floor of the building, with 6 condos. The two of us had six whole condominiums, 12 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms, and 6 kitchens. We only needed one bed since we both wanted Jasmine to be my blanket.

To be sure we were okay financially, dad gave each of us two credit cards with limits of a hundred thousand each. As a pair of barely-18 college students with a huge home and access to nearly half a million bucks, we became ground zero for off-campus parties.

One Sunday morning, I called cabs for the 30 people who were still there from our ‘Friday night’ party. We spent Sunday afternoon cleaning up several hundred beer cans and a few dozen liquor bottles. Not having servants sucked. We considered hiring a maid but decided we could probably survive without one. Thankfully, I discovered quarter-barrels were much more convenient for large crowds. I had beer taps installed in all 6 kitchens.

People thought it was cool that I let my ‘baby sister’ hang out with me. My ‘baby sister’ Jasmine was the size and shape of an eighth grader but half a year older than I was. She had already done more oral sex than most 40-year-olds. I asked her to marry me, but she convinced me to wait until we were done with college. I had no real idea what I wanted to do with my life, so I took the same classes she did, pre-law. I had no particular interest, but I was on my way to becoming a lawyer.

One of our Friday night parties was well underway, and everybody was at least halfway intoxicated. A pair of very attractive young ladies started talking to Jasmine and me. I was surprised they looked nearly identical, except for one having long red hair, while the blonde’s hair was curly and shoulder-length.

The blonde said, “Hi. I’m Sammy and she’s Tammy. At our dorm they call us the ‘third floor whores’”. Tammy giggled, and Jasmine and I laughed along with her. Sammy continued, “She’s such a slut that last night she walked past a frat house shouting, ‘Blowjobs for a dollar!’. No boys were brave enough to talk to her.”

Tammy said, “Well, she’s such a whore that at one party, she let five guys suck her tits in front of everybody!” We laughed again.

Jasmine was more loaded than the rest of us, and said, “Well we love sex so much Stephano and I did 69 four times yesterday!”

Tammy and Sammy were shocked into silence. They thought she was a kid. Jasmine told them, “It’s ok, I’m 18, see.” She showed them her ID card.

Sammy asked me, “Do you want a blowjob for a dollar?”

Tammy asked Jasmine, “And some 69 for a quarter?”

I asked them, “I don’t have any cash right now. What do we get if we give you cars?”

They laughed like crazy and followed us to our bedroom. Jasmine and I had a great time licking, sucking, and fucking both the ‘third floor whores.’

As I woke in the early afternoon, Sammy was explaining to Jasmine, “Tammy and I are identical strangers. We look almost like twins, but she’s from Kansas, and I’m from Oregon. We even had DNA tests, but we’re not related. I’m glad, because fucking my sister would be weird.” She licked Tammy’s pussy a little, waking her up.

Tammy and I nursed our hangovers with coffee and aspirin, but the other two had already been awake an hour.

Jasmine said, “Sucking off my stepbrother was a little strange at first, but I love it. And he’s great at licking pussy!”

Sammy agreed, “Yeah! I know!”

The ‘whores’ became our regular girlfriends and moved in with us. As Christmas gifts, we really did buy each of them a car the week before winter break.

They didn’t have much money, so they gave us a whole day of oral as our Christmas gifts. When we returned from winter break, they got mysterious. They said they had a secret project the three of them needed to work on alone, while I studied.

On Valentine’s day they all wore identical, very skimpy, pink and purple outfits. I could see the shape of their nipples, and even a bit of pubic hair at the edges of their tiny panties. Sammy said, “We’re not the third-floor whores anymore.”

Tammy smiled, and said, “Now the three of us are the Butt Slut Sisters! Sammy Slut, Tammy Slut, and Jism. We thought her new nickname fits, since your jism seems to be her favorite food.”