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"Sandy?" I asked. "What's an 'Orc'?"
My new roommate (FEMALE!) mumbled up from her studies, "A what? An org? Like in whatever-dot-org? That stands for 'organization, like dot-com stands for 'commercial business'. OK?
I looked over at her. At five-six, and 160 pounds, I could have gotten a lot prettier roommate ... On the other hand, I could have done a lot worse too. Italian, and light-brown-haired, her face was more pretty than beautiful. But she was definitely female; and with my hormones running out of control, that was what I needed at the moment in a roommate. Besides, what interests I didn't have, she did. Which is why I asked her the question.
"No, not 'org'," I corrected her. "'Orc.' 'O-R-C' It says
here, the tower was overrun by orcs. I looked the word up; and
even the unabridged didn't have it!"
Sandy giggled. Her sandy-colored hair just looking like its namesake; flowing in waves (or better yet, dunes) around her face.
"Don't read much fantasy, do you?" she asked/replied.
"Fantasy? You mean like Fairies and such?" I asked.
"Tolkien. Goblins, orcs, and evil created beings," she explained.
"Never heard of them," I replied.
"Well," she asked, "do you know what a goblin is?"
"Short for 'gobble-un'," I replied. "A boogy-man that would gobble-you-up if you weren't good. Something to scare ...s with.
Why?"
"Well, Orc is another word for goblin ... a mean, created nasty intelligent being ... and yes, something to scare ...s with."
"Oh. Thanks, Sandy." I went back to perusing the book which suddenly made more sense. All the while I was conscious in the background of my mind of the presence of my new roommate. Somehow, in the next two or three hours, the two of us were going to have to get ready for bed ... and the fact that at Meyer's College the students went two to a room, with only ONE bed was looming larger and larger as time went on.
You've heard of "Harrad College" or "The Harrad Experiment"?
Well, the parents of the ...s at Meyer's college had decided that the "experiment" didn't go far enough. Yes, SOME parents remember just how horny and frustrated THEY were is school ... and how being forcibly separated from opposite-sex pairings made things so hard, when hormones were at their highest. So, instead
of just putting opposite-sex roommates together with separate beds and the expectation that they MIGHT have sex together, here at Meyer's they put opposite sex roommates together in the same bed ... NAKED ... with the stipulation that we WOULD have sex together. If we found ourselves incompatible, then we had up to
two weeks to rearrange things to find compatible bed-partners, or we would be moved to a nearby, more "normal" college, where access to the opposite sex was about as available as it is in jail.I was lucky I guess, to get somebody as compatible as Sandy. Still, I understand that the faculty spent hundreds of hours of computer time working out the pairings. For sure I had spent enough time peregrinating from one room to another, filling out forms, taking seemingly senseless tests, and answering embarrassing questions, before they ever let me into this place ... or even let me know what it was, for that matter. My parents had known, of course. But I hadn't. I presume that Sandy and all the other ...s had been put through similar batteries of tests.I finally closed up the book. Far from being horny or excited, I was almost frightened. Yes, frightened. Frightened that she would find me ugly or incompatible. Frightened that she might find me a lousy-lover. (After all, I was a virgin. What did *I* know about satisfying a girl, except those sex stories on the net? Well ... at least I had SOME idea about what a clitoris was, and that girls were supposed to like oral sex. But that was all from reading. Reality is different.) Most of all though, I guess I was frightened that Sandy would laugh at me. After all, pretty girls like her got all the sex they could ever want. All she had to do was say, "Yes," to the first guy that asked her.Well ... that just goes to show how abysmally ignorant a guy can be.
"Uh ...," I started; then stopped; blushing.
"Uh ...," Sandy repeated back at me.
At first, I thought she was making fun of my shyness ... until I noticed that her face was as flaming red as mine was. Somehow, knowing Sandy was as embarrassed as I was made it easier for me.
"Uh ... you want to get ready for bed now?" I asked. "I won't look, if you don't want me to."
Sandy blushed even brighter, if possible.
"They said we were supposed to get used to seeing each other dress and undress," she responded; reminding me of the edicts about modesty (or lack thereof) the staff had made clear to each of us.
"If we don't start right away, it won't get any easier. If we aren't sleeping together naked by this weekend, well, you know the rules ...."
"Oh." She was right. "Uh ... do you want to go first, or should I?"
Sandy just blushed even redder; almost turning red as a beet.
I figured it was up to me. So, trying to act nonchalant, I shrugged my shirt off over my head. Then, barely remembering to remove my shoes first, my pants soon followed. Sandy stared at me like a bird fascinated by a snake. Trying to not show how embarrassed I was, I wondered whether to inch my briefs down, or simply yank them off. I finally decided to just take them off normally, and did so.Standing there naked, with a fully dressed girl staring at me like a frightened dove, was both embarrassing ... and ego-building. Here SHE, with all her sexual experience was more scared than I was.
"Uh? Aren't YOU going to get undressed too?" I asked.
Sandy's color had faded a bit to merely pink; but then flashed red again at my question. "Uh ... could you do me a favor?" she asked.
Darn. I had SO wanted to see her undress. While I was fairly sure we both WOULD be snuggling naked together under the sheets in short order, the prospect of seeing her naked (and GETTING naked) in front of me, would have satisfied some internal craving I hadn't realized I had until then. "I suppose I COULD turn my back, if you want me to," I said, disappointedly.
"No ... I mean ... I want you to ...," she stumbled. "Could you undress me ... at least, for our first time?" Once again, Sandy was beet-red in embarrassment.Me? I was walking three feet above the floor. "You want ME
to undress you?" I asked; not really believing it.

"Please?" she asked. "You don't have to, if you don't want to."
Yeah ... I didn't want to, like a guy three days in the desert without water didn't want an ice-cold lemonade. Uhuh.Somehow, without ever remembering covering the distance between us, I found myself unbuttoning Sandy's blouse. She held her arms out in accommodation; as I struggled with the buttons.Now you'd THINK that the feel and look and knowledge of the soon-to-be-naked girl I was undressing would be what stimulated
my brain (and the little-brain in my prick) into overdrive. However, while the feel of smooth FEMALE skin under my fingers (I couldn't HELP but touch her body on occasion.) and the look of Sandy's firm young breasts, first under the incredibly sexy black brassiere, and then standing firm, conical, naked, and nipple-
erect right next to my face, along with similar views (and feels!) of her soft rounded belly and ... and ... and ....
I just couldn't THINK of what was coming next.No, it wasn't THOSE things that put my brain into overload.
It was the SMELL of her. No, not raunchy, stinky, or nasty. There must be some pheromones in the hair alone of sexy young girls that drives men mad with passion. For sure it did me. Ad that to the smell of her skin almost shoved in my nose as I peeled first the blouse off, then worked for desperate minutes to unsnap that beastly-designed man-hater the bra, and finally pulling her pants down, with my nose almost buried in her navel ... and I was done for. When I reached for Sandy's black matching panties, well ... the smell of sexually aroused woman
would be enough to drive a eunuch up the wall. I was no eunuch; and Sandy was enough woman, even at only 16, to satisfy any man. thank God she was "legal age", not "jailbait". I'm not sure I could have stopped what I was doing if I had found out she was only 13, or even younger. Still, the college in this as in all other matters, had been quite careful to ensure that ALL students, even those pushed ahead, were old enough for all of the
planned "extracurricular activities" that they intended to help their college put out the finest of graduates.
"Mmmmm. I can see that you LIKE me," commented Sandy, as I pulled her last garment down her legs. Removing the panties left me with my nose almost in the light brown fur of her bush. That was the first words she made since I started undressing her. (Well, if you don't count, "Oooh," and a giggle or two, when I
touched her in unexpected spots.)I looked down ... and my new roommate was right. I was sporting an erection that was truly amazing for me. On the occasion I had previously to measure myself, I had found a mere
six inches ... barely half the ruler ... and that was pushing it. Right now, my swollen prick both looked and felt almost two inches bigger. Illusion or not, I knew a sexy girl like Sandy was responsible for it. "I do," I said ... and meant it.For several minutes (or was it several hours?) Sandy and I stood there, staring at each other. Brown hair, cute face with rather large turned-up nose, slightly buck-teeth, wide smile, incredibly perky breasts, a tummy that ....Shit, I had to stop before I came all over the carpet. While not the modern-day beauty that some people think about, Sandy COULD have posed for Reubens ... but not quite that good in the face. She wasn't fat. Not the tiniest hint of cellulite. But she WAS, "pleasingly plump." For the first time, I knew what
that phrase REALLY meant.
"May I?" I asked; holding out my arms.
It took Sandy a second or two to get my point ... then was in my arms and hugging me. Somehow it didn't seem right to kiss her ... yet.
The feel of naked, squirming, real-live girl in my arms was incredible. Sandy could feel my reaction too.
"We'd better get in bed, before you waste that thing down my leg," she giggled; pointing at where a wet streak of slimy pre-cum was wetting her thigh.The flush of hot embarrassment was enough to make my prick droop ... and forestall the truly humiliating experience of squirting thick white cum all over her leg, instead of up inside
her sexy young belly where it belonged.It was a race to see how fast we could make it into bed together, without getting in each other's way. Somehow, we managed.
"Are you ready?" I asked. It was certainly obvious that I was!
"Don't be silly, I've been waiting for YEARS," panted Sandy in my ear. "Now push!"
"Not half as long as I have, Honey," I told myself. It may have been a year or two since she last got laid ... but *I* had been waiting all my life! Still, about being ready, I guess she was right. Sandy's crotch was fully as slippery as the tip of my prick ... which had been drooling pre-cum for several minutes now. I pushed.
"Ow!"
"Dammit!"
"Shit."
"Why won't it go?"
From incredible sexiness, to incredible frustration, both for me and for Sandy. We couldn't get it in! It took three tries, before Sandy finally reached down between the two of us, and held the tip of my prick steady while I forced it in. I was amazed. I previously had thought a woman's vagina was in FRONT of her ... not so far back it was literally in the middle between her legs. If I had thought, it would have made sense though ...
a woman had to have a baby come out there ... not out her front.Suddenly I wasn't thinking about such things.

There was a snapping sensation, and then my prick was enveloped in slick wet heat that sucked and milked and .... and OH SHOOT!Yeah, I wasn't more than about five seconds inside her, when I lost it; shooting thick white streams of cum in jet after thick white jet of sticky cum into her waiting fertility. I was barely aware of Sandy working madly back, as her hips made gyrations I hadn't known hips could make, to milk my spurting prick of each precious drop of sperm I had in me.It was only when we were both calming down that I realized
what had happened. We had been so involved we had forgotten to take precautions! Right then, my germ might be approaching her soma (OK ... sperm approaching her ovum ... the shell without a germ) and creating a new life within her.
"I'm sorry," I groaned. "I just forgot."
"I didn't," she answered back. "I'm a GOOD Catholic Girl.
My father would disown me if I didn't take your seed in me properly."
"Your father?" I asked.
"He believes in some of the old-style ways of doing things; like "good girls" don't sleep around; even though he's trying to shed the image the Families have, by embracing new thoughts and ideas. That's why I'm here," she explained. "Good girls don't use birth-control, and only sleep with one man at a time. Good Catholic girls, that is. Not even Daddy expects a modern woman to stay with one man forever, though. Nobody does, any more."
"Families?" I had a sudden image of black-coated men in black limousines, spraying bullets at my tumbling body.
"Your family is Mafioso?" I shivered.
"Upstarts," smiled Sandy; pulling me back into her embrace.
"Huh?" I asked.
"My family is Camorra," she explained. "The Mafia are newcomers."
Somehow, that didn't make me feel better. "Your father ...," I started; then looked down in horror. A red streak
on the girl's thigh gave mute evidence that Sandy was no more experienced than I was. "You were a virgin," I whispered.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"I had to lose it sometime," she responded. "Besides, it was your first time too, wasn't it?"
Somehow, that didn't make me feel better, either. "Your father ...," I repeated; still thinking about what an Italian Don would do to somebody who debauched his little girl ... and from the evidence of the red streak on my prick, I had just taken this little girl's virginity.
"Daddy SENT me here, remember?" she reassured me. "If you did succeed in planting a little one in my tummy, then Daddy will grubstake you in business ... to make sure you earn enough money to support the .... OK?"
Well, what COULD I say?
"OK."
We went back to the sublime task of making SURE that I had succeeded in planting my seed in her fertile young womb. It took me almost half an hour to recover; during which we both cleaned up, wiped the mess from between her legs and mine, showered together, and then snuggled close until we both felt the rising of my prick against her belly. As we did, we talked about her family, my family, her studies, my studies, and the things we would do together, whether or not she ever did end up pregnant. It's simply amazing how having sex together will break the ice and make you into friends, if you weren't before.The second time I slid inside her, there was none of the frantic urgency of our first coupling. This time, we both knew where her vagina was located, and how to get me inside her. I was also not so urgent that I was going to blow my seed all over
the inside of her womb without her barely getting warmed up.It was actually squeakier and tighter getting inside her though. But Sandy soon warmed up. Before the night was over, she had gone from trembling innocent virgin to succubus intent on draining my body of every drop of precious seed stored in my prostate. I could see why the ancients had dreamed of demon-lovers like succubus and succubi who drained their victims by
having sex with them until they succumbed to the insatiable appetites of their demon-lovers.Only ... when I woke up the next morning, instead of feeling drained from a night of debauchery, I felt more alive and rested
than ever before. I also felt more lecherous; and the sight of naked young woman lying waiting and willing next to me, soon had me as ready and amorous as the night before.Luckily it was a weekend; as I don't think either Sandy or I could have stopped arousing each other during class ... and who knows what might have happened then. I shudder at the prospect of what might happen over at the University, as they didn't have the expectation for their students that the College did. But ... perhaps it wasn't really luck. The College staff had planned everything else fairly well, why not this?From shy virgin myself, I grew quite confident during that
first weekend. I not only ejaculated about two quarts of thick white sperm in Sandy's always-receptive young belly; each time filling her womb with jet after jet of thick white baby-goo, as I did my best to both make up for 16 years of living like a priest, and also to start the life growing within Sandy that she seemed to want even more than I did. Why, I never could figure out. Besides that, I got to eat her hot little box (once Sandy figured
out that I really WANTED to) several times, and even (yes really!) slid my prick one time all the way up inside her tight little ass. We both decided that was OK ... but not nearly as much fun as squirting thick white gobs of baby-goo into her fertile young tummy where it really belonged. Even the two or three times Sandy sucked on me to get ready, we both were careful to save my ejaculations for inside her.Usually, you'd expect a teenager to be quite careful of letting a man actually cum inside her unprotected vagina. Sandy, on the other hand, seemed to WANT me to get her pregnant ... as if she had something to gain by it, instead of it being a problem or "curse" like some women seemed to think. Well, if she wanted my baby, then I was quite willing to give it to her. It actually gave me hope that Sandy might look in favor on the idea of having me around permanently. Well, I could only hope.