Moving In

The rest of the summer was tumultuous, his parents weren't speaking despite staying in the same house. He tried to keep Stasi at arm's length but it wasn't easy, she seemed determined to keep an eye on him to make sure he was healthy. Before he knew it it was time to move in to college, despite everything he was extremely nervous, he'd never so much as done a sleep away camp but given the state of his parents he was actually looking forward to being away. He hadn't actually been to this campus, he'd applied because it was cheap, allowed late applications and honestly because he wanted to be near Stasi.

FKC was what he figured a college would look like from movies and TV, dorms, greek houses, sports, a quad and so many fucking people. The din of all the conversation was bad enough but when he got out of the car his head felt like it was going to split open.

DAEMON his mind screamed.

"Oh shit," said Daemon, "ok um breathe."

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

"What's happening is you're in a sea of horny fertile women and your senses are in overdrive."

MAKE IT STOP

"Can't, or don't know how but either way."

His mom hadn't noticed his predicament and he planned to keep it that way.

"Bathroom," he managed before darting into the nearest buulding and finding a restroom.

Inside the men's room his vision cleared and his head stopped ringing. Holy shit he thought splashing water in his face.

"Ok," said Daemon finally, "I was consulting with my team, do you know what coffee is?"

Marcus paused at the absurdity of the question, I have heard of coffee yes.

"Ok apparently the caffeine mutes your senses."

That doesn't make sense.

"Listen man I dont fucking know," groaned Daemon.

He made his way out and found a small café in the building and was soon sucking down and iced coffee and feeling himself feel more normal.

"See, what'd I tell you?"

He made his way back outside to find his very perplexed looking mother, "are you ok?"

"Now I am," said Marcus, "long story."

He found his dorm and as he was carrying his mini fridge up the stairs a familiar blonde almost ran into him.

"Mark!" said Stasi excitedly.

She shrunk against the wall so he could pass, "you're in Briard too?"

"Third floor," he groaned.

"I'm second," she said, "that actually makes me feel a lot better knowing you'll be close."

He put the fridge down and huffed, having muscles meant he was expected to use them apparently.

"You met your roommate?" asked Stasi.

"Not yet," said Marcus looking at the empty room, "you?"

"Yeah," said Stasi, "she seems nice."

His mom did a bad job hiding her scowl when she saw him and Stasi exit the building together. He dodged her eyes as best he could and they got to work setting up his room.

"Well," said his mother some time later, "I'm really going to miss you," she said trying not to cry.

He held his mom tight and tried not to think about how much he'd miss her.

"Say hi to dad for me."

His mom chuckled, "you're probably going to talk to him before I will," she brushed some dust from his shoulders, "be safe, never forget I love you."

"Love you too mom," he said before she finally left.

After a moment of silence Daemon cut in, "wanna go scope out the chicks?"

Marcus rolled his eyes, is my head going to explode again?

"No," said Daemon, "probably, think of it as when you smell something really intense or first see the sun in the morning, your body just needs time to adjust."

Marcus did leave the room but it was to give himself a tour of the campus, get his books, and get something to eat, his head pulsed a bit in the cafeteria but as Daemon had said it was getting less intense. What he had not expected was how many girls seemed to not only be looking at him but smiling when they did, he was more accustomed to contempt if he was noticed at all. When all was said and done it wasn't super late but he did want to meet his absent roommate and turn in early before his first day.

***

Yasmin stood in the hall of Briard, her phone buzzed, an eggplant emoji from the guy she'd been using last year, he was fine, not great, not bad, serviceable. But she ignored it and set back to her task, her first night a guy, Steve maybe, had invited her to his room. She'd told herself it would just be to make out but soon he'd pumped her full of cum, gotten her number and sent her on her way. Gary maybe had been her booty call for most of her freshman year until he graduated. The year after Henry or whatever had graduated she'd done as he had, picked out a nervous looking freshman and taken them for a spin and she'd done it junior year as well. It wasn't usually good but it was fun and it reminded her of that first powerful orgasm whats his name had given her.

There was potential in this freshman class, it was her last hunt, she needed to make it special, jocks, artists...him. Her eyes found her target and she set her mind on him. He was tall, broad, ginger- that would be a first. Yet despite this strong and imposing form he seemed nervous, like he wasn't used to being observed or in a room with so many people.

"Don't worry papi," she thought to herself, "we'll get you out of this crowd soon enough."

She pulled down the plunging neckline on her halter top even further and made sure her tits were perfectly displayed as her prey made his way through the common room towards where she was perched.

"You a freshman?" she asked when he was close enough.

"Yeah," admitted the guy who blushed at the attention.

"I'm Yasmin," she said extending a hand which he shook firmly, strong grip she noted, "what's your name?"

"Marcus," he said, "or Mark, whichever you prefer."

"Marcus," she said, she liked it, it seemed powerful, "you doing anything?"

"Nothing at all," he said taking the bait.

"Well," she said, "I don't have a roommate being a senior, and I'm awfully lonely, wanna keep me company for a bit?"

He stepped closer, towering over her suddenly oozing confidence, "lead the way Yasmin."

She turned and felt a shiver run through her, this might be even better than she'd hoped.

"If the girls are gonna be like this," said Daemon, "its gonna be an amazing four years."

They made it to her room and she closed the door behind him, she walked past him towards the bed, slowly, smirking over her shoulder as she saw his eyes drop to her plump ass in her tight skirt. She sat slowly on the bed and gently patted a spot next to her.

"I don't bite," she said with a smile, "unless you're into that."

Marcus sat next to her and Yasmin turned in letting him look at her cleavage, "nervous? It's ok."

He nodded, he was nervous even after Jess.

"First time?" she asked, her hand on his thigh, high enough to feel his cock hardening in his pants.

"Yea," he admitted.

Yasmin's whole plan was derailed, was that his cock? Why was it so big? Would it fit? She gathered her composure and looked up at him, "let me give you a warm welcome to campus," she leaned in close enough for their lips to practically meet, "papi."

He kissed her, hard, forcefully, his hand on the back of her head pulling her into him, he hadn't meant to but whatever sense he had was screaming and as insane as it was he was going to fuck Yasmin like his life depended on it because it kind of did.

God he was a good kisser, she thought, and so forceful. He reached up and grasped one of her tits, gently at first, and then harder drawing a gasp from her.

Marcus undid her halter top and let the straps fall revealing her perky breasts. He stopped kissing her to admire the view but soon was kissing on her neck, kneading both of her soft tits as she whimpered.

This boy, no, this man, Marcus certainly knew how to treat a woman, she thought, a moan escaped her lips as he teased one of her nipples. She was losing composure, he could have her, all of her, however he wanted. Hungrily she reached for his belt but before she could get there he pushed her onto her back, he was on top of her, covering her, enveloping her with his massive frame. Their lips met again and his hands went to her thighs, hiking up her skirt revealing her lace panties.

"Almost surprised she's wearing any," said Daemon.

Marcus pulled them to the side and kissed down her chest and stomach savoring the taste of whatever oil she had on her skin. Without waiting for an invitation he dove into her pussy, sucking her clit, licking all around her, she was already soaked and she let out a satisfied groan as he made contact.

First time her juicy ass, she thought as he ate her like a man possessed. Sure it had been a lonely summer but there was no reason she should be so close.

He held her thick thighs firmly in place using just his mouth, she was amazing, she wasn't as sensitive as Jess but she wasn't going to last long Daemon told him. He reached up and squeezed one of her tits firmly and as he pinched her hard nipple she lost it.

Her body shook, she fought to escape his tongue but couldn't, he was strong, he held her in place slowing as her orgasm passed before finally releasing her. She laid stunned, top five orgasms of all time she thought, freshman, virgin, Marcus.

"You ok?" he asked with a smirk.

"Just getting started papi," she said getting her second wind, two could play at this game.

Now he laid back and she got his shorts off, then, like she was unwrapping an expensive gift she pulled his shorts down and gulped. He was bigger than she'd imagined and so hard, but momma didn't raise a quitter and she liked a challenge. She grasped his cock and drooled all down the tip stroking him with both hands as she slowly took him in.

"Fuck, he groaned as he hit the back of her mouth, she wasn't even halfway but that didn't stop her from trying again, and again.

He let her work, this latina goddess who was promising him everything.

She worked him hard and tried to swallow, with some effort she got the head of his cock into her throat sending a shiver through Marcus. Try as she might though this was the best she could do, at least from this angle. She climbed into a sixty-nine position and sat her pussy right in his face though her ass was where his attention fell.

He couldn't help himself he grabbed her ass with both hands and she chuckled, "oh you like that?"

He responded by smacking her ass.

"Harder papi," she said shaking it for him.

He smacked her again harder and she squealed. God he was fun, she thought taking him into her mouth, he was the kind of guy that could make her catch feelings, at least in her pussy. She took him and and worked him back into her throat as he buried his face back in her pussy. At this angle and with considerable effort she was able to take him deeper, and deeper. There was still more to go but this was as good as it would be without considerable practice on her part. She gagged and spit a huge amount of saliva onto his cock before plunging back down. Her concentration was broken when she felt a finger slowly enter her, then two. He knew how to touch her too, she buried his cock as deep as she could in her throat, choking herself on it. How was he still holding out?

She took him out of her mouth and reluctantly pulled off of his hand, she had a goal in mind after all.

"Ready for this tight little pussy papi?" she asked.

He nodded excitedly and soon he was leaned againt her headboard while she straddled him and slowly took him in. She stopped trying to be quiet as she slid down, he was so big, he was filling her in ways she never knew she needed. When she finally got all the way down she leaned into him and sat breathing deeply.

"Just need a minute," she said as she let herself acclimate.

He kissed her, more gently than before and as she kissed him back she slowly started to ride. This all felt new, he was hitting her everywhere, even moving slowly, even not moving as deep as she could she was already on edge again. He grabbed her ass with both hands and started to thrust.

She was so tight, this whole feeling was even better than he expected, her mouth, her throat, Jess' tits, they were all surpassed by Yasmin's tight wet pussy slowly milking him. He was no longer a virgin and yet despite dwelling on that all he could think about was how much he wanted to fuck Yasmin until she begged for his cum. He held her waist and started to thrust, slow, but deep relishing every feeling as she clung to him. Now faster, she moaned, the paper thin dorm walls meant everyone would hear every filthy cry.

She was close, whimpering, nails digging into his arm, "you like that?" he growled.

"Sì," she squealed, overwhelming pleasure making her revert to her mother tongue.

"You want me to hammer you with this cock?"

"Sì papi!"

He grabbed her waits and slammed himself into her hard and fast and was soon shivering as she rode him.

Too much, her brain screamed as her body was wracked with a powerful orgasm, there was no escape, he held her and fucked her hard straight through it. As he finally slowed she collapsed into his arms shaking. Marcus, she thought, she belonged to him, for tonight, possibly forever.

After a moment to catch her breath she got into doggy and wiggled her ass for him smiling as she watched his face, "I want more Papi."

He got up behind her and slowly sank into her greedy pussy, she arched her back letting out a long moan as she took him in.

"Don't hold back papi," she said.

Marcus held her waist and started to thrust, he gave her a few slow ones to give her a moment to adjust and then he stopped holding back, his own mind was fixated on nothing but filling Yasmin, maybe it was the curse, maybe it was being a young guy but he lost control slamming into Yasmin hard and fast. Her thick ass clapped beautifully with each thrust, it was hypnotic. He slapped her ass and she screamed. She'd seemed to have given up any chance as keeping quiet so he reached forward and cupped his hand over her mouth.

Yasmin's mind was blank, there was only Marcus and what he was doing to her, part of her was annoyed he'd silenced her, she wanted the whole damn building to know what he was doing to her, what no one else in the past three years had been able to, he was owning her. Her legs shook and she would have fallen if he hadn't been holding her so tightly. She was sensitive, he was huge and she'd already cum twice and now she would again, ginger, three orgasms in one go, two firsts. She clenched, she shook, he released her and she fell flat shivering, whimpering, crying.

He leaned down and kissed her cheek brushing her dark hair from her face, "you ok?"

She just whined, words were gone.

He wiped a tear from her cheek and pulled her close for a sloppy kiss.

"Use me," she managed.

"Use you?"

"My pussy," she breathed, "pump me full of cum.

She rolled onto her back and he mounted her in missionary, his lips pressed to hers, his cock again slid deep into her.

"You want me to fill you up?" he growled.

"Sì!" she screamed.

"Sì what?"

"Sì papi," she managed as he relentlessly fucked her.

"You call me papi when I'm fucking you, comprende?"

"Sì papi!"

He grabbed her throat with both hands and slammed his mouth into hers, if she hadn't been completely out of her mind with a fourth orgasm she would have noticed an organge glow in Marcus' eyes but as she whimpered through his kiss she felt him pulse, and soon he erupted. He growled with each thrust, each shot filling her with warmth in places she didn't know his cum would reach. As he finally finished he collapsed into her and they kissed, now more delicately.

"Dios," she panted as he rolled off of her.

Walking might be tough, she was thoroughly exhausted and now there was quite the puddle leaking out of her.

"Welcome to FKC," she said with a smile.

"That was the warmest welcome of my life," he gasped seemingly as exhausted as she was.

After a long moment to collect themselves he began to get dressed. She pulled a robe from a hook near her bed and pulled it closed.

"Marcus," she said, "is it weird if I ask for your number?"

"I literally just lost my virginity," he said, "I have no idea what's weird."

They exchanged numbers and he finished getting dressed. Before leaving he leaned in and kissed her again and she chuckled.

"Was that weird?"

"Not to me," she said, "call me if you're ever lonely."

***

Anastasia lay in her bed with a pillow over her face, was this slut ever going to shut up, literally right next door. She tossed the pillow aside and pulled on a robe, even though she had on a t-shirt and pajama pants she wasn't trying to put on a show.

As she opened the door she saw the man whobmust have been responsible walking away, tall, broad red hair. Mark, a voice inside told her. But it couldn't be, not her Mark. But he wasn't, was he? She chewed on that for a minute, obviously he was free to do whatever but he wouldn't.

She knocked angrily on the door and a string if irritated spanish came from behind it.

"What?" finally asked the girl as she opened the door.

Her robe barely covered her ass or tits and she had something running down her thigh. Anastasia stood stunned.

"You knocked?" asked the girl angrily.

"Could you please keep your," Anastasia thought how best to phrase it, "activities down, some of us are trying to sleep."

"I was going to go to bed," said the girl, "but if you're gonna be a bitch about it maybe I'll call my friend back."

Anastasia huffed.

"Maybe if you had your own friend you wouldn't be such a prude," cut the girl before slamming the door in her face.

Anastasia stood stunned for a minute before going back to her room.

"That sounded like it went well," said her roommate from her bed.

***

Marcus entered his room and found a guy climbing into the other bed.

"You must be Marcus," said the guy.

"Eric" said Marcus extending a hand, "nice to meet you.

Eric stared at his hand and turned back to his bed.

After his nightly rituals Marcus got into bed, he was exhausted, it'd been a day.

"You have fun? asked Daemon, "certainly used your powers pretty well."

I did?

"Well the stamina, the holding back, reading her desires."

I guess I did. You're right, if the girls here are like Yasmin, this might not be so bad.