Hair Pulling

In perfect sync, we reached up and grabbed double handfuls of those massive perms.

Tara and Bit gasped as our fingers began stroking through their hair without pause.

“Oh!” said Tara, hips wriggling. “S-Stop! I m-mean it. S-s-s...”

“Oh, yeah, baby,” I said. “Move those hips, girl.”

Alice struggled with Bit as the Asian girl’s hips bucked.

The crowd in the common area was silent as they waited to see what would happen.

Tara dropped to her knees as her legs weakened. She squirmed as I worked her hair without mercy.

“C’mon, sweetie,” I said. “Cum for me. I know you can do it.”

Tara fought it the best she could, but finally her eyes closed and her back arched. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh....!” she said, body wriggling, unable to control her reactions any longer.

Moments later, Bit’s moans and cries joined Tara’s as their pleasure overrode their ability to contain themselves. It was sweet music.

When their cries finally died down, we released their hair. They dropped onto their hands and knees as they waited to recover their strength.

“Well, it’s been a slice,” I said, heading for the door. “When you’re ready to talk business, let us know.”

Alice and I left then, trailing clouds of victory behind us.

“Sorry to cut it short,” I said, glancing at Alice, “but a couple more seconds of their orgasms shaking my boobs and I was going to be cumming as hard as they were.”

“I know,” said Alice, who was noticeably breathless. “I need to get back to the dorm room, stat.”