Cin and Lina were fucking as the sun rose. They were fucking as the dorm around them woke up, dozens of freshmen ready to meet the first day of thier college careers.
Oh, they weren’t going at it like animals anymore. Cin’s face was nuzzled into Lina’s hair, spooning her close and tight where she’d fallen asleep inside her a few hours ago. Maybe half an hour ago she’d woken up, and hadn’t seen a reason not to pick up where she left off.
It hadn’t been constant either. That had been the second of two naps, their bodies only able to take so much. Add that to a barely-clothed snack and drink run to the cornerstore, where a lucky night clerk definitely got a peek at Cin’s tits under her open jacket, and they’d only been actively fucking for maybe four or five hours; not the 12 hour fuck fest it looked like judging by the clock.
That being said, there weren’t really any signs of it ending. Cin and Lina both had 8 a.m. classes, but they’d fallen into a kind of steady-state, hedonistic feedback loop that didn’t care about such things.
Fortunately, that was what really good RAs were for.
“Hey!” A chipper voice called after a series of sharp raps on the door. “Hey! Only doing this once, but both of you should be up! …Oop! Doors open! Coming in!”
Cin and Lira froze, Lina spinning to meet Cin’s eyes.
A whole-ass silent conversation passed between them in an instant, and her look of shock changed to mirror Cin’s wicked grin.
“Oh! Oh my god!” Renee squeaked, and slammed the door.
Notably, she slammed the door with herself inside Cait and Lina’s den of debauchery.
She scowled at the doorknob, confused somehow.
“Wait, no–”
Cin’s arm slammed into the wall above her, and she squeaked again, spinning to look up at a delightfully smiley, perfectly beautiful, predator.
“Hey, Renee,” Cin cooed, voice smooth, and low, and sex. New prey entering the hunting grounds had revitalized her like an epipen. “What’d you say? Sorry, I was in… I was busy.”
The gaze of those green eyes was too intense for Renee to hold. They looked towards ‘busy’. Cin saw a pleasantly posed, visibly fucked Lina give her a jaunty wave in the reflection of Renee’s blue eyes. That was also obviously too much, so her eyes went straight forward. That gave her both barrels of Cin’s tits, which was ridiculous, so they sought refuge downwards.
There, they found the insanity of Cin’s throbbing cock, still wet from Lina and dripping her own pre; bobbing gently maybe an inch from her own belly button, just baaaarely exposed between her tight t-shirt and mom jeans.
Wide and panicked, those eyes ended up right back where they started; staring into Cin’s, but this time searching for any kind of lifeline.
Cin let her smile lose a little edge. She was scaring the poor bunny.
She tilted her head towards the door.
“Can go if you want,” she said, with the air of someone who couldn’t fathom why anyone would. Renee didn’t move.
Cin’s smile got wider.
“Or,” she cooed, bringing her other hand up to cup Renee’s chin. That skin was even softer than it looked. Cin would have to get her routine. “You could stick around.”
Renee gulped. It felt good, as it passed the finger Cin had against her throat.
“C-class!” Renee stammered.
She made no move towards the unlocked, unguarded, door.
Cin laughed. Genuine, not even the sexy-cruel one she knew would drop panties.
“Yeah, I know, class,” Cin chuckled, shaking her head. Her eyes had good humor as they found Renee’s again. “Correct me, you’re the expert, sophomore; but that’s almost always all admin, right?”
“Yeah… S-syllabus…” Renee said. Her eyes had found their way south again. She jumped when Cin swayed her hips, cock following suit.
“Gonna be a loooooot of syllabuses in the future Renee. How many chances are you gonna have to hop in bed with the two hottest girls you’ve ever seen?”
A war raged behind Renee’s eyes. It’d been doing that since the second Cin’s hand hit the wall behind her. That was why she hadn’t just left. But now Cin had made the stakes of that war very real.
“P-pregnant?” She squeaked, and Cin had to snort back a laugh.
“I got you!” Lina called. In Renee’s eyes, Cin watched her pop a pill, gulp it down, and heard the bottle rattle as she waved a spare.
“Not this time,” Cin teased. Renee glared at her, then her face fell.
Honestly, Cin had expected her to be happier to be out of excuses.
Cin rolled her eyes, but didn’t let her see it. When Renee looked back at her, she found Cin’s most sympathetic smile.
“Tell you what?” Cin bargained. “I’ll make you a deal. You let the two of us give you a start to your year you’ll never forget, but I’ll keep this thing–”
She poked that cute little belly button with her cock.
Renee smiled.
Internally, Cin breathed a massive sigh of relief. That was the moment that settled whether or not Renee was going to go to the cops after this or not. Thank fuck Cin had read her right.
“I’ll keep this thing out of you.”
Behind her, Cin was all but certain Lina had her tongue between her fore and middle fingers. Renee giggled.
Sparkling blue eyes found Cin’s once more.
“Okay…” Renee giggled. From shock to all smiles in 30 seconds flat, Cin must actually be as charming as she thought.
She moved the hand on Renee’s chin to her cheek, patting it softly.
“Good girl.”
Cin took Renee’s trembling hand in her own, leading her to the bed where Lina waited with open arms.
“Aw, c’mere baby…” Lina cooed as Cin turned, guiding Renee to lean back into her warm embrace. Her arms wrapped around Renee’s soft waist, one hand casually weighing one of those titanic breasts.
Semi-casually. Judging by how Lina’s bicep strained, juggling those honkers took some real effort.
Cin dipped her head, kissing at Renee’s stomach as Lina began to roll up her shirt.
“Did she flirt with you as hard as I did, when you met?” Cin heard Lina ask, a question punctuated with a soft, surprised moan from Renee when Lina nibbled on her ear.
“She was worse,” Renee giggled, and Cin felt her crane her neck, giving Lina’s lips better access. “Should’ve known this would happen…”
From below, Cin laughed.
“This, specifically?”
“Well, maybe not this…” Renee admitted. Cin’s fingers began to work at the button-zip of her mom jeans.
She felt a shifting above, and looked up, not planning on missing the big reveal.
Lina had Renee’s hands above her head, pulling her shirt over breasts contained in a nice black bra that looked both new and also on its last fucking legs.
“Oh my god…” Lina murmured, momentarily overcome by both arousal, and, Cin suspected, breast envy. Then, collecting herself; “Oh my god girl, you need better support!”
With a frankly hilariously small amount of effort, Lina tugged on the straining connector at the front, snapping it, and freeing two of god’s greatest works of art.
Perfect. As perky as any that size could be, full and milky white, with sweet pink innies that looked like they’d taste like cotton candy.
“Hey!” Renee protested, inconsiderately trying to cover them back up with her hands.
She just ended up holding hands with Lina. That girl was just too fast, rubbing them softly, almost reverently.
“Relax,” Lina chuckled, “Cin can take you shopping for a new one.”
Lina winked into Cin’s glare.
“Shut up, you’re swimming in it. Find something else to do with your mouth before you start giving me lip.”
Well, maybe Cin would go ahead and do just that.
But only because she was already planning to.
She rolled her eyes, then dove, closing her teeth on Renee’s stomach while yanking at her pants.
“Ah!” Renee squealed, too shocked by the feeling of teeth on her skin to offer any resistance at all against Cin taking away her last vestige of modesty.
Cin had gotten more than one layer. Too bad. She’d kind of wanted to unwrap Renee like a present.
But what a present she was.
Really. Like any red-blooded woman, Cin loved vagina. Everything about ‘em. But in general, one pussy was as good as another, visually speaking.
Not Renee. She should have been in a museum. Plump lips over a perfect, smooth pink slit, her cum button juuuust peeking out at the top, adorned by what could only be described by exactly the right amount of pubes in a shield across her mound.
Art.
Art you could eat, and that’s exactly what Cin was going to do.
She moved her hands, first. She slid them up Renee’s tummy as she leaned forward into her, bringing them to a rest interlaced with Lina’s over her tits.
When she was close enough Renee could feel her breath, thick thighs clenched, stopping her approach, tantalizingly close to an aromatic meal Cin was going to devour.
Above her, she heard the world’s best wingman making it happen.
“Relax, baby,” she pleaded, the sounds of soft kisses between the words, “she’s going to make you feel so so good.”
It took a few more kisses, but those thighs unclenched, resting cautiously on Cin’s shoulders.
God, she wanted to dive in. But Renee, obviously, was scared. The tremor in her legs wasn’t just arousal.
Cin could be gentle, this time.
She moved in close, slow, kissing that perfect pussy right in her center.
She felt Renee jump, heard a muffled squeak above her.
Another kiss, letting her get used to being touched.
Less of a jump this time, and her lips came away wet.
Cin let go of Lina’s fingers, bringing her hands down, sinking her grip into the soft flesh of Renee’s thighs as her next kiss went French.
She tasted wonderful. Not that Cin had much to compare it to, but she felt like Renee must be special. If everyone tasted like this, heady, salty-sweet, the world would’ve ended ages ago, everyone too busy eating pussy to make it keep turning.
Kisses became licks, tongue parting her folds, seeking the wet warmth inside, more of that intense flavor.
Renee’s thighs shuddered again as Cin curled her long tongue up inside of her, no fear left in them, just pleasure.
Yeah. I could stay right here all day.
A tentative touch on the back of her head, followed by unfamiliar fingers lacing into her hair.
“You can press her down,” Lina whispered. “She likes that.”
Cin didn’t know how the fuck Lina knew that, their play hadn’t had her mouth anywhere near her pussy, but, damn it, she was right.
Renee hesitated, then, barely noticeable, pulled Cin closer.
Cin gave her more than she bargained for.
She rose up on her knees, pushing Renee’s legs back, rolling her hips up, opening her to the ceiling.
Cin pushed her tongue deep, then opened her eyes, bringing them slowly up to meet Renee’s gaze.
Lust clouded pretty blue, lip part way covered by white teeth, she was the picture of pleasure, and Cin held her gaze, giving her a show as she pulled her deeper into lust.
Above her, Lina whispered in Renee’s ear. Cin didn’t know what she was saying, probably didn’t matter. Shit, she wasn’t sure Renee could hear her any more than Cin could. Right now, it felt like they were each other’s entire world.
Who knew how long that connection lasted. Long enough it wouldn’t be worth going to class late, that was for sure.
The only issue was… Cin wasn’t quite sure how to make her finish.
She was pretty sure she was doing everything right, Renee was visibly loving it, but no more of those tell-tale shudders that signalled a climax.
Lina’s hand joined Renee’s in Cin’s hair, pulling her gently back, looking down at her with amused, but kind, grey eyes.
“Mind if I have a taste, babe?”