The Quest

It's a Saturday morning and I've just woken up rather confused at the bright sunlight through my window. I squint at my clock, it's 10:03am. Since move-in day, without fail, either I've gotten up and and into my roommate Ethan's bed to fuck him or vice versa, always the first order of the day. There are many variations, of course. Sometimes he's buried in my pussy or ass before I even wake up. Sometimes I need to suck him hard and ride him myself. And sometimes he pushes his cock into my sleeping mouth with a friendly "Good Morning!" if I get my face too close to the edge of the bed. There's no special chemistry between us, it's just a lot more convenient to screw each other than go out into the cold hallway to find someone else. And we've never let each other down. But today, It's way past our wake-up fuck time, Ethan is not in the room, and I am horny as hell thanks to my body's habituated expectations. I shove two fingers into my slobbering cunt and work them in and out, to see if self-service will help. It does not. Her Majesty downstairs, the Empress Vagina, needeth a cock. I'll have to go fetch her one.

Still attempting to placate myself with a firm rubbing, I open the door to the hallway just as a fully nude Emma is walking past towards the floor lobby. Emma is a waifish blonde with Pixie hair and tiny conical tits that I get along with alright. Stopping in front of my door, she looks me up and down while licking some boy's jizz off her hand. "You look like you woke up empty" she states. "I did," is my grumbling reply, "Ethan's not here". She pivots to look down the hallway, "Oh, I saw him and Hunter walk out earlier while I was riding Dane in the lobby." I observe that she's not coming from the lobby right now, with a look at her sticky fingers. "Nah, that was probably an hour ago, this is Joshua's," she explains, followed by "Would it help if I sucked you off?" She cleans the last of the cream off her fingers while she waits. I sigh in response "Thanks, but I need my morning cock" and move past her down the hallway. "Totally understand that" she sympathizes at my back.

One nice thing about dorm life is the number of fellow students around that you can fuck, or just socialize with if you're between fucks. So I have high hopes that I can find an available penis nearby even though the first open room I pass is Isabella and Sydney's room, one of the only double-female roommate pairings on the floor. They seem happy with the arrangement despite getting each other via random allocation, even pushing their beds together so they can better hold private group sessions away from the lobby. As I walk past I see busty latina Isabella sprawled spread-eagle on their combined bed, head propped up watching pale, half-Japanese Sydney energetically tongue fucking her latte-colored gash. Isa attempts to call me to their bed, her light accent a Siren's song that's pulled many a boy into this whirlpool of sheets then **** to dash his rocks upon the pair. "Shall we make this a triangle?" she offers, looking at my fingers sliding around in my wet slit and she pats the mattress next to her. It's flattering that she'd give up selfishly relaxing during Syd's oral service to entice me in. "Maybe...after I get reamed with some meat first" I say and keep moving.

Just past and across from their room is the mixed-gender communal bathroom and shower. Given that it's the one place where everyone on the wing bumps into each other, it often has more spilled cum on the floor than water, and thus a good place to hunt for prey. The sound of a running shower reaches me so I step inside - if I can catch a boy alone I'll kill two birds by cleaning off while he dirties my insides. Glancing to my right, I see the toilet area. Joshua is standing buck naked at the urinal closest to the door, side-on to me. The sight of his Hanging Manhood, still half-engorged causes my rubbing hand to speed up involuntarily. He's busy concentrating on his aim and gives me a wave without looking up. His urine stream has the loose-garden-hose quality of a cock that's still slightly clogged up immediately after sex. Oh right, Emma did warn me he'd been used.

Looking to the left side of the bathroom where the communal showers are, I see only one bath caddy on the bench, filled with only male-marketed brands. I skip forward and yank the shower curtain open with excitement. My heart falls again as I see Chloe's head arched back under the falling water. She's bent mostly over, holding herself up on the safety rail and smashing her perfect butt back onto Logan's thrusting hips. He's slamming his whole length in and out of her asshole, clearly in the final stretch. At the sound of the jangling curtain rings he looks my way. Initially making eye contact with me and smiling, then his eyes travel down, over my firm breasts and land on my wet hand still working in my crotch. Though I've been set back again, I like Logan quite a lot so I lift one foot up onto the bench next to me and use one hand to fully spread my labia open for his viewing pleasure while I reach around from behind and sink three fingers into my neglected cunt.

Logan reacts to my display quickly, freezing mid thrust with a dopey male orgasm face as he shoots his sperm into Chloe's ass. I can clearly see his cock flexing between their bodies with each powerful spasm. The sight causes me to salivate, I lick my lips and start to call out to Chloe, to ask her if I can at least get breakfast out of her. Before the words leave my lips, Foolish Logan pulls all the way out of her without warning and his semen rushes out of her gaping anus and down her thighs. The running shower washes most of it into the drain within seconds. It was rude of him not to inquire first with either of us, especially Chloe, who had dibs by default, but it's also a common, honest mistake in his post-orgasmic state. Chloe turns and slaps his chest hard, chastising him. I give her a sympathetic look and leave the bathroom. Hopefully I'll find my prince in another castle.

The next open door down the hall is Noah and Ben's room. They two Lovers made a specific request to room together and, while evidence eventually has proven them both bi and not simply gay, it's rare that they stop fucking each other long enough for the girls on the floor to get any use out of them. I don't get my hopes up as I look in on them. Per usual, Noah's pounding away with his cock in Ben's upraised ass while Ben studies a textbook intently, his dangling prick swaying to and fro with Noah's movements, swinging a long, clinging rope of precum onto the blankets. I pause and consider that there is, in fact, an available cock in this room, and they'd no doubt try to accommodate me. But the boys both look very focused on their respective activities, so I slip past.

Part of my decision was based on the next open door. It's Matthew's room and he's one of my go-to dick providers. Handsome, ripped, with a perfect length and girth that stretch me fully without pushing any limits, we're comfortable with each other and I always stop at his room unless I'm late for something. I enter his room and see him sitting indian style on one end of his bed, pumping his lovely meat aggressively. Unfortunately, he's facing Samantha, the most attractive girl in the building, sitting on the other end of his bed with legs arched wide, grinding a tiny vibrator on her clit, taking care to allow Matthew a complete view of her exquisitely manicured pussy.

Sam the Enchantress has a major fetish for using her absurdly good looks to spellbind men, particularly for getting them to come without touching her. I first bumped into her the day I moved in, sunning herself on the lawn out front, passively ensnaring passing guys to add texture to her tan with their spray. She's lithe, with a heartrendingly pretty face, full teardrop breasts and killer legs. Like an itch no one can scratch, she bounces all around the building asking guys, and girls, to masturbate with her. Even though she's not unreasonable and will have a social fuck as politely as anyone, practically no one can turn down her opening offer while looking into her eyes.

They're both breathing shallow and rapid, and Matthew is obviously going to cross the finish line soon. With the distance between them, I can tell his load going to be wasted all over the comforter, so I go crouch next to his end of the bed and wait the few moments for his ejaculation to start. His body seizes and I clamp my mouth over his spurting cockhead just in time to catch the first flying strings of cum, missing none. He doesn't stop pumping himself, hand meeting the ring of my tight mouth at the top of each stroke. His balls feed me a gigantic breakfast that fills my mouth twiceover, forcing a gulping swallow on my part before I can slow down and savor the second half of the meal. Spent, Mathew never even acknowledges my presence in the room as I let his member fall from my mouth and stand up. He's completely entranced looking at Samantha, who's having a shivering, squirting orgasm while locking her own eyes with his. Like she's fucking herself in a mirror, I think as I leave.

For the remainder of the hallway I pass nothing but already-fucking pairs, solitary, sympathetic females, and closed doors. Impossibly, I've walked an entire dorm wing for what feels like an hour, stark naked, fucking myself with one hand until my inner thighs are wet to my knees and I have yet to find a single ready prick to fill my mistress's void. Feeling intensely helpless and frustrated, I push through the door into the lobby because somewhere on this floor there has to be a cock I can use...and my brain short-circuits as I take in at the scene in front of me.

Half the guys on my floor are sitting in the lobby's movie area, filling the couches, the pillow pit, even the study chairs beyond them. They're all raptly watching a movie on the giant lobby projection screen which I recognize, from the recent marketing blitz, as the blockbuster fantasy saga that just went on sale this morning. On the screen, six ethereally beautiful elves are getting split open by six impressively thick dwarf cocks as part of an elaborate ritual to forge the hero a magic sword. The room is full of the wet fapping sound of fists pumping fanboy dicks - there's not a single female in the room but me. I creep around the crowd and stand next to the screen patiently until somebody hits the pause button. Thirty pairs of eyes shift from the screen to me. "Forgive me, heroes of the realm," I say theatrically as I turn around and spread my ass cheeks wide with my fingertips, feeling cool air flow into both my stretched-open holes, "but this princess requires the aid of a few knights with mighty swords."

As I'm pulled backwards into the pillow pit by many horny hands, I see the clock on the lobby wall, it's 10:11am. My epic search for a guy to fuck lasted eight whole minutes. However, considering the wet cocks presently pushing into all three of my holes and both of my hands, I suspect the fucking will be quite epic indeed.