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You wake out of a deep sleep with a momentary start. The events of the previous day come flooding back. Mental images of Elena, Margot, Valerie, Deborah, the ritual orgy, and Grace flit through your mind as you stare up at the ceiling, realising that you've had more pussy in one day than you could possibly have expected in your wildest fantasies. Whatever else happens at Pink Rose, you certainly can't complain about the access to tight young cunt.

Remembering Grace, you realise that you're alone in bed, and give a small sigh of relief. You're not sure that you want to deal with her infatuation right now, and you're pleased that she seems to have crept away in the middle of the night. You wonder if Valerie is still in Brian's room, or if she too has returned to her dorm after the farewell fuck you heard her getting as you went to bed.

Checking your watch you see that it's just before six, and while you feel rested you could certainly use a little more sleep. Your first class is at ten, and another hour would be more than welcome.

All thoughts of that disappear as you hear a clatter outside your door and see it pushed open to reveal Grace holding a tray. She gives you a cheerful grin as she sees you awake and comes toward you.

"I made you breakfast," she says happily. "I didn't know what you like so I just guessed. There's some toast and eggs and bacon. And I made coffee." You sit up in bed and she puts the tray in your lap.

"Thank you Grace, this really isn't necessary."

"But I wanted to, Mr. Carter. I wanted to make breakfast in bed for you. I want to please you," she smiles prettily. "I'm not a very good cook. I hope it tastes ok."

You take a sip of coffee and try not to grimace at how bitter it is. You add some cream and sugar to mellow the taste, and take a bite of the very dry and tasteless scrambled eggs, smiling at her as she looks hopefully for your approval. At least the bacon and toast taste fine, and you thank her for being thoughtful.

"I love doing things for you," she says, pulling her tank top off to display her small conical breasts, then wriggling out of her shorts. "I'm going to suck your cock while you finish your coffee. I want you to have a wonderful start to the day."

Before you can say anything she's taken the tray off your lap and putting it on the floor, then wriggling under the covers and finding your flaccid meat with her sweet soft mouth. She purrs as she starts to suck, humming around your shaft as it hardens, her head bobbing under the blankets as she goes to work.

You take a last sip of coffee and put the cup down, surrendering to her eager slurping. You lay back and let her work, enjoying the attention and savouring the feel of her on your cock. Her hands stroke your shaft and fondle your balls as she sucks, getting you hard in moments, then starting to bob her head quickly, making a delicious purring noise. You rock your hips gently, fucking her sweet teen mouth as she pleasures you, feeling her drool around your stiff meat.

Wanting to watch you push back the covers to expose her head. She looks up at you with adoring eyes, her pretty young face looking wanton and erotic with your cock buried in it.

"God I love how you taste!" she gasps as she pulls her mouth off you for a moment, then gobbles you up again, her head bobbing and her hands stroking.

"I love how you suck," you chuckle softly as you stroke her hair. Her eyes glitter with excitement at your words and she tries to take you deeper, holding you in her mouth until her eyes widen and she starts to gag, pulling back with a gasp.

"I wanna deep throat you," she moans. "I've seen it in porn, I wanna do it for you Mr. Carter."

"It takes practise," you tell her. "There's no hurry."

She tries again, and once again gags and retreats, looking shamefaced. "I'm so sorry Mr. Carter I'll keep trying."