RA Violation

Back at Amherst after the Alabama weekend, finals week took over. Business classes kept me busy with reviews and practice problems, swim team sessions cut back, but still early and tiring. One particularly grueling study session happened with a group from my accounting class. We met in the library basement, poring over balance sheets and income statements until midnight. One guy, Mark, kept cracking jokes about debits and credits being like relationships, always needing to balance. It lightened the mood, but by the end, my brain felt fried. Walking back to the dorm that night, the snow crunching under my boots, I tried calling Riley to tell her about it, but she said she was busy and eventually sent back a voice note laughing, saying she'd quiz me over break. Her voice was cheerful, a welcome contrast to the cold night air biting at my face. I smiled despite the exhaustion, picturing her in her room, probably surrounded by cheer gear and textbooks. The path was dimly lit by street lamps, casting an orange glow on the snow, and I hurried inside, the warmth of the dorm lobby a relief.

Another session involved reviewing old exams, us debating answers late into the night, caffeine fueling us through multiple pots of coffee from the machine of us brought along. Mark shared his notes, which helped clarify a tricky section on financial ratios, and we worked through examples step by step, arguing over interpretations until we agreed. The group dynamic kept me motivated, but the exhaustion hit hard afterward, I stumbled into my dorm room around 2 AM, collapsing without even changing, my mind still buzzing with numbers. The next morning, I woke with a headache, downing coffee before heading to class, the campus glistening under a fresh layer of snow. The intro econ exam that day had me sweating through multiple choice on supply curves and monopolies. I second-guessed a question on elasticity for what felt like forever, staring at the options until the clock pressured me to move on. But I pushed through, scribbling notes in the margins for last-minute checks, my pencil flying across the page. After, I hit the pool for a shortened swim practice, the water cold and invigorating, laps helping clear my head. Coach cut it short, wishing us luck on any remaining tests, and we did team huddles to stay pumped, slapping backs and shouting encouragements.

That evening, I trudged to the library, this time alone, flashcards flipping endlessly. I drilled definitions for terms like opportunity cost and marginal utility, my pen scratching notes on scrap paper, color-coding key concepts for better recall. Riley's texts kept coming: "You've got this," with heart emojis, and a photo of her blowing a kiss to the camera, her hair tied back, making me miss her more, the background showing her cheer pom-poms on the bed. She even sent a virtual "care package" photo, a collage she'd made on her phone of motivational quotes, funny memes, and a snapshot of snacks she wished she could send, with a caption about fueling me through the grind. The next night, I pulled an all-nighter for business ethics, outlining arguments on utilitarianism versus deontology, Red Bulls keeping me awake as I typed furiously on my laptop. The library's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I paced the aisles to stay alert, mumbling points to myself, occasionally stopping to stretch sore muscles. Riley sent motivational memes at 1 AM before she went to bed, one with a cat pushing through books, captioned "You vs. Finals," another with a superhero labeled "Finals Slayer." It made me chuckle, breaking the monotony, and I replied with a tired selfie. Yet another group session for ethics had us role-playing debates on case studies, taking turns arguing sides, like corporate greed versus stakeholder rights, which helped solidify concepts, voices rising in passionate mock arguments until we laughed at how heated it got.

I finished my last one Thursday afternoon, a business ethics paper that had me debating corporate responsibility scenarios in real-world examples like environmental impacts of big tech or labor practices in supply chains. Walked out of the lecture hall feeling lighter, the campus paths dusted with fresh snow, my boots leaving prints in the powder. The winter sun hung low, casting long shadows from the bare trees, and a light breeze carried the scent of pine. Headed straight to my dorm, the building's common room was empty as everyone was gone or taking their finals. I passed a few classmates exchanging relieved high-fives, sharing war stories about tough questions, and one guy complaining about a trick question on monopolies. I checked my phone and noticed that I hadn't received a text from Riley since early in the morning, which was strange and slightly worrying to me. I unlocked my dorm room and trudged inside, tossing my bag on the floor before flopping onto my bed.

I crashed on my bed for a nap around 3 PM, alarm set for 5 to start gathering stuff for my flight home tomorrow. The room was quiet, save for the distant hum of heaters, and I drifted off quickly, dreams fragmented with exam questions and Riley's face, her smile calming the chaos.

The alarm buzzed sharply, pulling me from deep sleep. I reached over to silence it, eyes still heavy, vision focusing gradually on the room. The small space looked the same as always, clothes on the floor from laundry day, books stacked on the shelf, window showing the quad's bare trees silhouetted against the fading light. Then I noticed her sitting at my desk, legs crossed casually, wearing my gray Amherst swim hoodie and black team sweats. Riley smiled quietly, her dark blonde ponytail a bit disheveled, green eyes watching me wake up. She hadn't made any noise to rouse me, just waited patiently in the chair. My heart jumped, a mix of confusion and excitement flooding in. I was shocked she'd appeared like this without a word, but thrilled too, her surprise making the end of finals feel even better. It hit me how much effort she put in, flying up to be here, coordinating secretly. My thoughts raced. How did she get time off? What about her own finals? Did she skip something important? But mostly, joy at seeing her, the way her presence filled the room with energy.

"Riley? How are you here?" I sat up, rubbing my eyes to make sure, my voice groggy, heart racing.

"Surprise baby. Thought you deserved a reward for making it through your first college finals," she said, standing and coming over to the bed. I pulled her into a hug, her body warm under my clothes, the familiar scent of her filling my senses.

"You flew all the way up?"

"Yeah, caught a morning flight from Birmingham. Landed at Bradley around noon after a short layover in Atlanta, total of about four hours in the air. Took an Uber an hour over to campus. Your roommate was heading out when I got here, let me in and said you were out like a light." My roommate, apparently, had grinned when he let her in, saying, "He's gonna freak," and wished her luck before leaving for his own flight, high-fiving her on the way out.

I felt a surge of appreciation for her timing, like a weight off my shoulders. We sat on the bed together, her pulling a small backpack closer and unpacking a few things, like homemade cookies from her kitchen, chocolate chip with walnuts and a Bama sticker for my laptop. She also brought a small bottle of my favorite energy drink, a handwritten note she'd written on the plane, a keychain from Bama with a tiny elephant charm, which she attached to my keys right then, clipping it on with a grin, and a photo of us from Alabama, which she set on my desk, the frame simple but thoughtful, capturing us laughing at her formal. We talked for a while, me still shaking off the nap fog, her filling me in on her week. She mentioned her last cheer practice being low-key, some drama with a sister forgetting to return borrowed shoes. She recounted it in detail, the sister who'd borrowed shoes for a date and forgotten to return them, causing a mix-up at practice, leading to a hurried search before stunts, everyone scrambling and laughing about it after, the coach rolling her eyes but amused. I shared a bit about finals, the relief of handing in that last paper, but kept it short, more interested in her being here. I told her about a funny moment from my econ exam, where the proctor had tripped over a backpack, spilling papers everywhere, students helping pick them up amid stifled giggles, the room erupting in quiet chaos, and the swim team story about a guy who showed up hungover to morning laps and nearly puked in the pool, coach yelling at him to "get it together or get out," the team teasing him later. We dove into future plans too, talking about visiting during break. Maybe me heading down South if schedules align, or her planning another quick trip up.

We munched on the cookies, crumbs falling on the bed, her laughing at my stories, wiping chocolate from her lip with her thumb. She asked about specific classes, like whether econ was as dry as she remembered from high school. The conversation flowed easily, her hand resting on my knee, eyes holding mine longer than usual, sparking that familiar spark, the room feeling smaller. Tension built naturally, her fingers tracing light patterns on my leg, sending tingles up my spine, my arm around her shoulders pulling her closer, feeling her heartbeat. Before the kiss, she ran her fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp lightly, easing out the remaining stress, her touch gentle yet firm, nails scraping lightly. "So, about that reward," she whispered after a pause, leaning in with a small smile, her breath warm on my face, eyes half-lidded. We kissed slowly, lips parting, tongues meeting gently at first. The kiss started tentatively, her lips soft and tasting of the cookies we just ate. It deepened gradually, my hands exploring her back under the hoodie, tracing her spine, feeling the curve of her waist and the heat of her skin. When I found no bra, I groaned softly, pulling back to look at her with raised eyebrows. She smirked, saying, "Figured it'd save time," her voice teasing, a playful wink.

My hands slid under the hoodie, her tits firm as I cupped them, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened into peaks. I lifted the hoodie higher, exposing her breasts fully, and spent more time on them, alternating between sucking each nipple, my teeth grazing them lightly to make her hiss in pleasure, tongue swirling around the areola. She moaned softly into my mouth, arching slightly, her hands clutching my shirt, pulling me closer. I kissed down her body slowly, licking her navel before reaching her pussy, teasing the edges with my tongue before diving in, savoring her taste, sweet and musky.

While I focused my attention on her breasts, my free hand dipped lower, sliding into the waistband of the sweats. My fingers brushed over her smooth mound, finding her pussy already slick with arousal. I parted her folds gently, my middle finger circling her clit in slow, deliberate motions that made her hips buck slightly against my hand. I teased longer, dipping in and out shallowly before plunging deeper, eventually using three fingers to stretch her wide, scissoring inside her while my thumb pressed her clit in firm circles. She gasped louder now, her breath coming in short pants as I increased the pressure, rubbing her clit faster while continuing to suck and bite lightly on her nipple. Her wetness coated my fingers, making it easy to pump them steadily, curling to hit that sensitive spot inside repeatedly. She whispered encouragements, "Just like that," her voice husky, "Don't stop baby." I added my tongue to her pussy after pulling the sweats partway down, licking her slit from bottom to top, sucking on her clit gently, then harder, alternating pressure to build her up, humming to send vibrations.

Riley stripped the sweats down her legs, kicking them off completely, spreading her thighs wider to give me better access, her feet planted on the bed. I buried my face between her legs, tongue probing deep into her hole, then flicking her clit rapidly while my fingers pumped, adding a fourth for more stretch briefly before returning to three, twisting them inside. She grabbed my hair, her moans building, hips grinding against my mouth with urgency. "Yes, right there," she panted, her body tensing, legs shaking slightly. She pushed me back onto the bed, her hands yanking at my shorts and boxers, pulling them down in one swift motion. My dick sprang free, already hard and throbbing from the anticipation. She wrapped her hand around the base, stroking it firmly from root to tip, her thumb pressing against the head to spread the bead of precum that had gathered there. She twisted her hand on each upstroke, her grip firm but not too tight, occasionally squeezing the base to heighten sensation. The sensation made me groan, my hips lifting slightly off the bed, seeking more. She leaned in, licking the shaft from base to tip, circling the head with her tongue, tasting the saltiness, her hot breath teasing. In the oral, she used her teeth lightly on the shaft, grazing gently for added edge without pain.

Then she leaned down, her lips parting to wrap around the head of my dick, sucking deeply with a slow, deliberate bob. She licked the head like an ice cream cone first, lapping at the slit, then sucked the sides, before deepthroating, holding it for seconds at a time, her eyes watering but determined, gaze locked on mine. She edged me, pulling off when I got close, then starting again, building my frustration, her hand never stopping, milking me. Her tongue swirled along the underside, tracing the vein there as she took more of me into her mouth each time. She relaxed her throat, pushing deeper until she gagged lightly but didn't stop, her nose brushing against my groin as she deepthroated me fully. It was intense, the warmth of her mouth enveloping me completely, her throat contracting around the head in spasms. Spit built up quickly, dripping down my shaft and over my balls as she hummed, sending vibrations through me that made me squirm. Her hand twisted at the base in rhythm with her head movements, the wet sounds of her sucking filling the room. She cupped my balls, massaging them gently while bobbing faster, rolling them in her palm, tugging lightly to add to the pleasure.

She pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of my dick. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned up at me, her eyes dark with lust. Climbing on top, she straddled me, guiding my dick to her entrance with one hand. She sank down quickly on me, her tight pussy stretching around my cock, her eyes fluttering shut as she bottomed out with a soft moan. The feeling of her walls clenching around my length, hot and wet, gripping me tight like a velvet glove. She started riding me steadily at first, her hips rolling in deliberate circles, her clit grinding against my base with each downward motion, her hands on my chest for balance. She varied paces, slow grinds that let me feel every inch, then quick bounces, her tits jiggling with each movement. Then she reversed, her ass facing me, leaning back with hands on my knees for leverage, ass clenching visibly with each rise and fall. I thrust up to meet her, my hands gripping her perky ass, spreading the cheeks wide as I pulled her down harder, thumbs pressing into the flesh. I slapped her ass lightly, the sound sharp, leaving faint red marks that made her moan louder, encouraging more. She bounced higher, slamming down with more ****, her breath ragged, skin flushing.

She started to ride even faster, slamming down harder now, the skin-on-skin slapping echoing loudly in the small room, bed creaking loudly under us. She reached down between us, rubbing her clit with one hand, her fingers circling fast. Her walls began to flex around me, tightening in waves as she came, her body shaking violently, moans turning into screams as she rode through the orgasm, her juices soaking my groin and thighs.

I flipped her onto her back and hooked her legs over my shoulders. I pinned her hands above her head with one hand at first, then released them to pinch her nipples hard, twisting slightly as I thrust controlled and deep, savoring the view. The deep angle let me hit spots that made her eyes roll back, her legs trembling over my shoulders, ankles locked behind my neck. She gasped sharply, her nails digging into my arms as I built speed, pounding relentlessly now, my balls slapping against her ass rhythmically. Sweat slicked our bodies, drops falling from my brow. Her pussy gripped me like a vice, the wet sounds of our fucking echoing off the walls, mixed with our breaths. I leaned down, kissing her neck, biting the skin there as I pounded, leaving small marks. "Harder daddy please," she begged, her voice breathy and ****, turning into incoherent pleas like "Please, more, fuck me." I obliged, hammering into her even harder, varying speed to tease, pulling back slowly, then slamming in. She rubbed her clit frantically, building to another orgasm. Her moans grew louder, filling the room, her head flailing on the pillow. Her second orgasm built, her body tensing, toes curling, back arching as she neared the peak, begging for release.

The door had been cracked open from when Riley entered earlier, and it drifted wider without us noticing during the action. My RA Jenna, who was a junior, walked in then, hearing the sounds from the hallway and investigating the noise. She stopped in the doorway, hand on the knob, eyes widening at the sight of me thrusting deeply into Riley, she dropped her clipboard in shock, the clatter soft but noticeable, bending quietly to pick it up without a word. For a moment, she just stood there, mouth slightly open, taking in the scene, her cheeks flushing as she processed the rhythmic slapping and moans. I didn't notice her at all, my eyes closed as I kept pounding into Riley steadily, her cries peaking as she neared another climax. Riley glanced down mid-gasp and spotted Jenna, but instead of stopping, she locked eyes with her, a mischievous glint flashing as she put a finger to her lips in a "shh" gesture, mouthing silently, "Stay quiet... watch." Jenna's eyes widened further, but she nodded slightly, frozen in place, her breathing quickening as she shifted her weight, one hand pressing against her thigh subconsciously, the other clutching her clipboard tighter. She watched intently for a longer time, at least two full minutes according to Riley, seeing me adjust the angle, hitting deeper, Riley's back arching off the bed in response, her tits bouncing with each thrust, nipples hard. Jenna's eyes locked on the way our bodies moved together, my dick stretching Riley's pussy as I pistoned in and out of her, the sounds growing wetter and more urgent, the bed frame rattling. She bit her lip, arousal building unexpectedly from the raw passion, her own body responding with heat, thighs pressing together as I continued thrusting obliviously.

Riley came again, her walls convulsing around me, screaming out, her body shuddering, juices flowing freely, soaking the sheets. I thrust through it, prolonging her pleasure, grunting with each deep plunge, my own release building but held back. Only then did Riley beckon Jenna closer with a small hand wave and a teasing smile, still rocking her hips to meet my slowing thrusts, whispering breathlessly, "Come here... you know you want to." I snapped my head around, spotting Jenna standing there, her flush deepening to a deep red, eyes wide and dark with lust. "Oh shit," Jenna muttered low, voice shaky and thick. I just stood there, my dick still buried in Riley as I was frozen with shock.

Riley breathed heavily, pussy clenching in aftershocks around me. "Shh, it's fine... join if you want. He's amazing," she whispered, amused, reaching out a hand toward Jenna invitingly.

Jenna lingered in the doorway, eyes flicking between us, down to where I was buried deep inside Riley, the slickness visible, then back up to our faces, lingering on Riley's flushed skin and my tensed muscles. "No, it's... I mean, I should go, but..." She trailed off, shifting weight from foot to foot, her hand fidgeting with her shirt hem, twisting the fabric nervously. "I've heard stuff from this hall before, but walking in on it... you two are really going at it. The way he stretches you... it's captivating."

Jenna's breaths quickened visibly, her chest rising and falling rapidly under her RA polo as I slowly pulled out Riley. Her blue eyes locked on my cock with a mix of shock and raw intrigue, pupils dilated wide. "This is turning me on more than I expected," she admitted quietly, her words hanging heavy in the air, voice trembling with need. "I've never seen anything like this up close, so intense. Mind if I just watch for a minute? I promise I'll be quiet... just... god, it's curious how turned on I am."

Riley looked at me with excited green eyes and I just shrugged. Then she turned back to Jenna, nodding slowly with a wicked grin. "It's okay. Stay and watch... or more, if you're brave."

Jenna hesitated one last beat, her hand trembling on the doorknob, fingers white-knuckled, then closed the door softly behind her with a definitive click, locking it fully. "Really? I don't want to intrude, but... fuck, it's intriguing. The sounds alone..." She leaned against the door at first, biting her lip harder, nipples visibly hardening under her shirt as I started thrusting slowly again, deliberate and deep to test the waters, my movements making Riley moan softly in encouragement, her hands scratching lightly down my back. Jenna watched intently, her posture relaxing bit by bit as she crossed her arms loosely, but her eyes never left us, breathing heavier, a soft whimper escaping her lips when Riley arched particularly high.

After a couple of minutes, Jenna's voice came out huskier, laced with desire as she stepped closer to the bed with tentative but eager steps, her shoes soft on the carpet, knees visibly weak. "Watching you two... it's so intense, the rhythm, the way you connect. Would it be too forward if I asked to get involved? I could join in, if you're both cool with it. I know it's a lot to ask, but I can't stop thinking about it now, the way it looks and sounds, his dick stretching you like that... please?"

Riley glanced at me again, a small playful smile on her lips, then turned to Jenna. "Yeah, come on get over here. We don't mind sharing."

Jenna's face lit up with a mix of relief and excitement, her hands shaking slightly as she locked the door. She stripped her clothes off slowly at first, teasingly now, unbuttoning her polo shirt one button at a time, revealing a lacy black bra cupping her larger, perkier breasts—easily D-cups, full and bouncy with rosy nipples already straining against the fabric. She shrugged off the shirt, revealing toned abs, then unhooked the bra, letting it fall as her breasts spilled free, heavy yet firm, nipples hard and begging for attention. Her jeans came next, shimmying them down her toned legs to reveal matching black lace panties, soaked through at the crotch, the outline of her smooth, shaved pussy visible. She peeled them off last, kicking everything aside, standing fully naked: lean build but with fuller curves, wide hips flaring out dramatically from a narrow waist, a round full ass that jiggled slightly as she moved, long brown hair falling loose from its ponytail to frame her flushed face, blue eyes ravenous with lust, pussy lips glistening wet, thighs already slick with her juices.

She approached the bed tentatively at first, steps soft and hesitant but quickening, knees dipping onto the mattress as she crawled closer, the heat radiating from her body joining ours. Jenna leaned in to kiss Riley first, softly at the start, lips brushing tentatively before pressing firmer, parting for tongues to explore hungrily, tasting each other deeply as Jenna's hands roamed up to cup Riley's tits firmly, squeezing the soft flesh, thumbs flicking and pinching the hard nipples in tight circles, rolling them until Riley gasped into the kiss. The kissing lasted longer, wet and passionate, them exploring mouths thoroughly with soft moans, hands roaming over backs, sides, and necks, Riley biting Jenna's lower lip lightly and tugging, eliciting a sharp gasp and a throaty "fuck" from Jenna, pulling her closer until their breasts pressed together, nipples rubbing. Riley's hands tangled in Jenna's loose hair, tugging gently to tilt her head for deeper access, breaths mingling hot and fast.

Then Jenna turned to me, eyes locking with mine as she kissed me hard and insistent, mouth hungry, tongue invading immediately as her hand snaked down to find my dick, still buried deep in Riley. She stroked the exposed, slick base slowly at first, feeling the coating of Riley's juices, her fingers adding extra slippery stimulation while I thrust shallowly into Riley, nails grazing the shaft lightly. She whispered hot against my lips between kisses, "God, you feel so thick... so hard," her breath tasting sweet, tongue darting out to lick my lower lip. The dual sensation, Riley's tight heat inside and Jenna's firm grip, made me groan deep, hips bucking involuntarily.

I pulled out slowly with a wet pop, my dick slick and shining with Riley's arousal, twitching in the cool air, veins pulsing. Both girls shifted, kneeling on the bed side by side, knees sinking into the mattress, bodies close and brushing, their eyes upturned to me with eager, lust-filled gazes. They dove in together, tongues meeting messily on my shaft as they licked up and down in perfect sync from base to tip, warm wet tongues sliding over every inch, tasting Riley's essence mixed with me. They coordinated effortlessly, one taking me deep while the other worked the rest—Riley deepthroating first, gagging deeply as she took me all the way down, throat bulging visibly, holding longer with determined eyes watering, nose pressed flush against my groin as her throat spasmed around the head. Jenna licked and sucked my balls hungrily in the meantime, taking one fully into her mouth, tongue swirling around it, sucking gently then harder, before massaging both with her hand. Then they switched, Jenna taking her turn on my dick, lips stretching wide around my girth as she sucked deeply and eagerly, cheeks hollowing hard, pushing further each bob until her gag reflex kicked in, but she powered through, throat tight and convulsing, eyes locked on mine, teary but fierce.

"Good girl," I muttered as I lightly pushed her head deeper onto my cock.

Riley popped the head in and out of her mouth teasingly when Jenna pulled back, gasping for air. It was incredibly sloppy, thick spit dripping everywhere in strings, coating my dick, running down their chins onto their tits as they competed playfully. Stealing glances at each other with smiles and winks, moaning around me, trying to outdo each other in depth and enthusiasm. They passed me back and forth, hands never idle, twisting bases, cupping balls, fingers teasing my ass lightly. Wet slurping and gagging sounds filling the room, my hands entangled in their hair, guiding gently but firmly, groans escaping me uncontrollably.

Riley broke first, pushing Jenna back onto the bed with a gentle but firm shove, positioning her flat on her back with legs spread wide. Riley settled between them, hands holding Jenna's thighs apart firmly, exposing her pussy, pink and dripping wet. Riley's tongue lapped slow at first across the entire slit, tasting Jenna deeply, then focused on the clit with faster circles, sucking it into her mouth gently, humming strong vibrations that made Jenna's hips buck wildly and gasp loudly. Riley slid two fingers in easily, pumping deep, curling precisely to hit Jenna's g-spot over and over while her tongue flicked side to side on the clit. She added a third finger, stretching wider, scissoring open before pumping faster, juices squelching audibly and coating her hand and wrist. Jenna moaned louder, back arching high off the bed, hands gripping Riley's ponytail hard, pulling her face closer as hips ground up desperately, begging, "Don't stop... oh god, your tongue is perfect."

I positioned behind Riley in doggy, the view of her ass high and pussy dripping irresistible. I slid back into her slowly at first, savoring the tight grip, then thrust deeply and steadily, bottoming out hard each time as she continued eating Jenna, the impacts jolting through Riley and vibrating into Jenna's pussy. My hips slapping loudly against Riley's ass. I grabbed a fistful of Riley's ponytail, pulling gently. I spanked her ass harder now, alternating cheeks, slaps ringing out and leaving glowing red handprints that faded slowly, her skin hot under my palm, she moaned muffled into Jenna, making Jenna cry out sharper and beg "Yes, harder on her!" I reached around Riley's hip, fingers finding her clit to rub in tight, fast circles, syncing with my thrusts, pinching occasionally for jolts that made her clench around me. Jenna, watching us intensely, fingered her own nipples hard, moaning with the extra stimulation. The room was overwhelmed with an orchestra of wet sounds, Riley's slurping tongue on Jenna, my hips slapping Riley, squelching fingers and dick in soaked pussies, heavy panting, and moans harmonizing.

Jenna came first, thighs clamping like a vice around Riley's head, body convulsing violently as she screamed, pussy gushing a light squirt over Riley's tongue and chin, orgasm waves crashing hard, thrashing wildly, hands fisting sheets white-knuckled, then went limp panting, body glistening sweat, a satisfied dazed grin as she whispered "Holy shit... that was insane."

I then pulled Jenna toward me and fucked her missionary deep and possessive, her legs spread eagle as I pounded steadily and hard from the start, her large tits jiggling wildly with each thrust, hands gripping my thighs nails digging deep. Riley lay next to Jenna, alternating between massaging her tits or rubbing her pussy. Jenna throughout this wore an expression of **** ecstasy, smiling and moaning at the same time at the dual sensation of Riley's hand and my cock stretching her out.

Then Jenna climbed onto me in reverse cowgirl, lowering slowly onto my slick dick, her tighter pussy stretching deliciously inch by inch around me, moaning as she continued to sink down onto me, circling her hips wide and slow to feel every bit. She then leaned back against my chest, hands bracing on me for leverage, rolling hips in hypnotic figure eights. Her fat ass bounced mesmerizingly as she picked up speed, slamming down harder, bed creaking loudly under the ****, skin slapping sharply. Riley sat on my face facing Jenna, wet pussy pressing down hard onto my tongue. I licked deep and desperately, probing her hole, sucking her clit alternating soft and hard as she ground roughly, juices coating my chin and neck. Her hands on the headboard for balance as thighs squeezed my head tight, smothering me in the best way. I gripped Riley's ass cheeks hard, spreading them wide to tongue deeper.

Jenna's pussy clenched vise-tight as she rode faster, moans mixing with Riley's in perfect harmony, the room was thick with sex scent and sounds. She rubbed her own clit furiously while slamming down, nails digging deep into my thighs leaving red trails. When she came, her walls pulsed, trying to milk me hard, body shuddering as she squirted lightly again, soaking my groin and bed in hot waves, cries loud and broken, back arching violently.

We switched it up as Riley got on all fours eagerly, ass high and presented, knees wide, looking back with pleading eyes. I grabbed lube from the drawer, coating my dick generously and rubbing it in slick, then pressing the head against her tight ring, pushing slow and steady, resisting at first before the head popped past with her gasp and push back, inching deeper carefully until fully buried in her hot, impossibly tight grip. Riley whimpered in a mix of pleasure and pain, fingering her own pussy furiously from below. Once adjusted, I thrust steadily, building gradually to harder paces, varying long deep strokes, to short fast ones almost pulling out before slamming back, hands on hips pulling her onto me roughly. Her moans turned into high-pitched whimpers, body rocking back greedily, begging "Deeper... fuck my ass harder daddy, please."

Jenna slid under Riley in 69-ish position, facing up to rub Riley's clit fast from below while licking where we joined occasionally, tongue flicking my shaft or balls on pulls, then dipping fingers into Riley's pussy, adding three then four fingers, stretching wide and pumping in perfect time with my anal thrusts, knuckles brushing my dick through the thin wall. The overwhelming fullness made Riley tremble uncontrollably, voice breaking into sobs of ecstasy, tears of pure pleasure streaking her cheeks, body quivering on the edge. Her ass pulsed around me in spasms as she came explosively hard, orgasm ripping through her entire body, pussy squirting onto Jenna's hand and face in strong jets, waves endless as she screamed in ecstasy.

The intense squeeze nearly ended me. Thrusts turning erratic and deep groans escaping as I barely held back. I pulled out of Riley as both girls scrambled to kneel in front of me eagerly, faces close together, tongues out and eyes hungry.

They leaned in at the same time, Riley wrapping her warm lips around the head while Jenna stroked the slick base, their hands working in perfect sync. Riley's fingers sliding up and down the shaft coated in her juices, Jenna cupping my heavy balls and squeezing just right. Riley sucked slowly at first, tongue swirling the sensitive tip, tasting herself on me, then took me deeper, gagging as Jenna licked the underside, her tongue running from base to where Riley's lips stretched wide. They switched, Jenna taking me in her mouth, deepthroating me with ease, throat bulging as she swallowed me whole, wet gurgles filling the air while Riley licked my balls, sucking one then the other into her mouth, humming vibrations that shot straight up my spine. Their hands never stopped, stroking fast and firm together, saliva mixing with pre-cum, making everything sloppy and loud, wet smacks and moans echoing. I groaned low, hand tangled in their hair, guiding but not forcing, hips twitching forward. They looked up at me the whole time, eyes locked and watering, moaning vibrations around my dick that made my knees weak.

It built quickly, the heat coiling tight in my gut. I warned them with a ragged breath, and they pulled back just enough, tongues flat and out. Each girl wrapped one hand around my shaft, Riley on the upper half, Jenna on the lower, stroking in perfect unison, fast and firm, slick with spit and pre-cum. Their grips overlapped slightly, twisting together as they pumped relentlessly while staring up hungrily. "Cum for us, daddy," Riley begged, voice husky. "Give us your load." Jenna chimed in, "Please, cover our faces with your cum. We need it." Riley leaned closer, "Shoot it all over us, make us yours." Jenna added, "Drench us in your seed daddy. We want every last drop," Riley pleaded. Their words mixed with the wet sounds, hands speeding up.

I groaned loudly as I erupted in thick hot ropes, painting their faces evenly. Cum landing on cheeks, noses, lips, chins, some dripping warm and sticky down to coat their tits in glossy streaks. They turned to each other, kissing messily and deeply, swapping my cum mouth to mouth with tongues swirling slowly and deliberately, licking it off each other's faces with soft moans. Riley lapped a thick strand from Jenna's cheek, then Jenna sucked a glob from Riley's chin, their lips pressing hard, tongues tangling in the sticky mess, breathing heavy as they shared every bit, fingers wiping streaks from skin and feeding them to each other. They pulled apart with strings connecting their lips, giggling softly, faces still glistening.

We all collapsed in a brief tangled cuddle, bodies slick and heaving, sharing lazy open-mouthed kisses tasting of everything, hands stroking idly over skin—Riley nuzzling my neck, Jenna tracing patterns on my leg, catching breaths in the afterglow haze before she finally dressed slow and shaky-legged, wiping up excess with my towel, grinning softly as she did.

Riley and I still lay back on the bed, discussing the threesome briefly. Riley admitted it was hot seeing me with Jenna, showing no jealousy at all. In fact, she said it turned her on more, and she wanted to do it again sometime. We talked about boundaries, Riley setting none really, just trusting me to communicate if feelings changed. Riley turned her head towards me, her expression serious but warm. "You're mine, you know that," she said softly, tracing a finger over my chest, circling lazily. "But I want you to be happy, especially with the distance. If you want to hook up with Jenna when I'm not around, I'm okay with it. It keeps you satisfied until I can visit again. I trust you, and I know the distance is hard. Just be safe, and tell me if it becomes more."

Jenna, still adjusting her clothes and catching her breath, paused when she overheard Riley. Her eyes widened in shock, a fresh flush rising to her cheeks.

"Wait... seriously?" she whispered, voice thick with excitement. "You're really okay with that?"

Riley smiled lazily, fingers tracing slow circles on my chest. "Mmm-hmm. He's mine, but distance is a bitch. Keep him satisfied till I'm back. Just be safe."

Jenna bit her lip hard, gaze dropping to me with raw hunger. "Thank you, Riley... god, thank you." Her voice turned low and velvet. "The way you stretch and fill me so perfectly... I can still feel you. Definitely taking you up on that when we're back from break."

Riley's laugh was soft and wicked. She leaned in, lips brushing my ear before murmuring loud enough for Jenna to hear, "He fills you up so damn good, doesn't he? Leaves you deliciously sore and craving more." Her green eyes locked on Jenna, sparkling with tease. "Go on, enjoy him. The hot RA getting stretched out by her own resident. Makes it hotter, doesn't it?"

Jenna's breath hitched, a slow grin spreading. "Fuck yes, it does."

She gave us one last lingering, heated look before slipping out, the door clicking softly shut behind her.

Riley and I lay there for a bit longer, her head on my chest, talking softly about how wild that had been. We recapped moments, her saying Jenna's pussy tasted sweet and tangy, me admitting the dual blowjob was insane, the sensations overwhelming, how their tongues felt together. We laughed about the noise complaint, wondering what the downstairs neighbors thought, imagining their faces. We discussed how unexpected it was, but fun, no regrets. Eventually we got up and showered together in the dorm bathroom. The shower was steamy, we washed each other thoroughly, her soaping my dick and stroking it lightly though I was spent, almost starting round two, but we were too tired. We settled for making out under the water, hands exploring lazily, water cascading over us, fogging the mirror. We laughed about the mess we'd made. Back in the room, we ordered pizza from a local spot, eating it cross-legged on the bed while watching a mindless show on my laptop, some comedy rerun about college life. The evening passed easily, us falling asleep tangled together, her breath even on my neck, limbs entwined. I had dreams of her that night, reliving the sex mixed with memories of our first date back home, walking hand in hand.

The next day, she surprised me by revealing she'd booked the same flight home. We packed my suitcase together that morning, her folding clothes neatly while I grabbed toiletries. She explained she'd checked flights last night after I fell asleep, switched her ticket to match mine, leaving that afternoon from Bradley, using her phone under the covers. "Wanted more time with you," she said, kissing my cheek, her lips lingering, turning into more kisses.

We Ubered to the airport, the hour drive through winding Massachusetts roads, snow banks lining the sides like white barriers, trees heavy with frost. We stopped briefly for gas midway, chatting with the driver about the weather and holiday travel chaos. Traffic was light as we held hands, her pointing out snowy scenery as we drove towards the airport. At Bradley, we checked in side by side at the kiosk and got through security quickly and waited for our flight to board

We boarded on time, my seat by the window and hers by the aisle with no one in between us. We settled in, her stowing the backpack under the seat, adjusting the seatbelt tight. The flight was estimated to last a little over an hour to Baltimore, but as soon as the seatbelt sign dinged off and the cabin lights dimmed, Riley leaned over with a sly grin, whispering, "Time for another little reward..." She grabbed the thin airline blanket from the seat pocket, draping it over both our laps casually, like we were just getting cozy. Then she "dozed off," resting her head on my lap under the blanket, facing my crotch, her ponytail spilling out innocently. The cabin was quiet, most passengers reading or napping, flight attendants up front, the plane's engines humming in the background.

Under the blanket, her hands worked quietly, unbuckling my jeans slowly to avoid noise, zipper down tooth by tooth, fishing my dick out through my boxers. I was already half-hard from anticipation, swelling fully as her warm fingers wrapped around the base, stroking lightly at first to get me throbbing. She shifted slightly for a better angle, her "sleeping" head nestled comfortably, cheek brushing my thigh. Then her lips parted, tongue darting out to lick the head tentatively, tasting the precum already beading there, circling the head slowly, lapping it up with flat broad strokes. She took the head in fully, sucking gently, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed shallowly, her hand twisting at the base in sync, grip firm and slick from spit. I gripped the armrest, trying to stay still, glancing around, hoping no one would notice.

She built rhythm gradually, taking more inch by inch, relaxing her throat to deepthroat halfway at first, then further, nose brushing my groin briefly before pulling back for air, strings of saliva coating me under the cover. Her free hand cupped my balls, massaging gently, rolling them in her palm, tugging lightly to heighten sensation, fingers tracing the seam. She swirled her tongue along the underside of my shaft, tracing it up and down as she bobbed deeper. She edged me constantly, slowing when my hips twitched involuntarily, pulling off to lick the shaft from base to tip like an ice cream, grazing her teeth ever so lightly, then plunging back down, gagging quietly but persisting, throat contracting around the head in spasms that nearly pushed me over.

I threaded fingers through her hair under the blanket gently as she picked up pace, bobbing faster now, hand twisting firmly on each upstroke, thumb pressing the head when she pulled back for quick breaths. She sensed me getting close, sucking harder, focusing on the head with rapid tongue flicks while stroking the shaft fast and tight. I came hard but quietly, groaning low as ropes shot into her mouth, hips bucking slightly as she swallowed every drop greedily, throat working around me, milking with pulses until I was spent, licking clean thoroughly before tucking me back in, zipping up silently. She "woke" slowly after, stretching with a yawn, blanket still draped, whispering, "Good flight so far?" with a wink, lips swollen slightly, tasting of me when we kissed discreetly.

The landing was smooth, the plane taxiing to the gate with a jolt, a few passengers clapping lightly as Riley and I rolled our eyes as they did so. We then grabbed bags from the carousel, hers coming first, mine delayed by a bit. Her family was waiting outside, but we said our goodbyes in the terminal first, kissing long and promising more soon, whispering "I love you" before she headed out, our hands lingering until the last moment, a final squeeze. Her hands brushed softly against my cock through my jeans as she looked down and gave it a longing glance before she walked towards her family. They spotted her quickly and waved as she approached, hugging her warmly, with me lurking behind a column waiting for my own ride, watching from afar, heart full, already missing her.