She took my head and pulled it against her soft, full breasts. I nuzzled into them, enthralled by the soft, firm smoothness then she directed me to on... breast and thrust a hard nipple into my mouth.Meanwhile my hands were working more vigorously at her ass and pussy. She spread her legs wider, presenting her mound freely to me. I rubbed the moist swollen lips of her cunt, then thrust a finger tentatively inside. Mom pushed her hips forward, forcing my finger farther inside.I began finger. Tasha’s hands cradled my face. Then a third pair of hands worked open my belt. ‘Who is -‘ ‘Ssssssh!’ came all three voices. So I leaned back on the couch, and felt three bodies moving around on either side and in front of me, three pairs of hands stripping me of my clothes. The apartment wasn’t that warm, but I felt a glow from inside, a heat in my loins. Someone kissed me. Someone else closed a delicate hand around my cock. Occassionally there were whispers, but otherwise there were few clues. It was after 'lights-out', and one boy, James, was running round the dorm scaring the other boys by either jumping on their beds or hiding underneath them. He was quite short with black hair and relatively average features, but wasn't ugly. When James got to my bed, in the middle of his game, he actually crept under the duvet without anyone else knowing. As he lay there for a while I got pretty excited, and ran my hand down his pyjama leg a few times, while giggling. He at first seemed shocked,. The question of Nicola moving out of Sharifa’s flat never arose. Indeed, it was because of the energetic social life that they both enjoyed that the bond between the two girls strengthened and in a way that Nicola never expected.It all happened when Nicola arrived back at the flat earlier than expected one afternoon. Sharifa, for her part, had managed somehow to circumvent her father’s orders about an escort watching over her and would regularly make love in the flat with other students or even.