You stumbled into the crowded hallway, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you held the crumpled map to the chest, the words "Welcome to Freshman Orientation" mocking you in bold letters. The cacophony of laughter and chatter washed over you as you desperately searched for the elusive room number that would be your new home for the next four years. But when you finally found it, the door swung open to reveal a scene that was anything but welcoming. Two pairs of legs, tangled together in a passionate embrace, filled your vision. The scent of sex was thick in the air, and as you took a step back, you realized with horror that the moans you heard weren't from a steamy movie playing in the background, but from the two sexy freshman girls you'd hoped would be your dorm mates, and their muscular, sneering upperclassmen boyfriends. "What the fuck?" you blurted out, your voice a mix of shock and disbelief. One of the girls looked over, her eyes narrowing in irritation as she yanked a sheet over her bare body, her luscious curves spilling out regardless. "You're not welcome here, loser," she spat, her tone as cold as the floor you'd just been kicked onto. The boyfriends just chuckled, their eyes gleaming with cruel amusement as they zipped up their pants. "Find somewhere else to sleep, we're busy." The door slammed in your face, leaving you with nothing but the echo of their laughter and the bitter taste of rejection. But in that moment, as you picked yourself up, you made a silent vow. You wouldn't just survive college; you'd conquer it. You'd show them all that you weren't useless. You'd become the most desired man on campus, and by the time you walked out with your diploma, every girl here would know your name—and what you could do to them.
With your heart racing and your mind a whirlwind of anger and humiliation, you wandered the hallways, trying to find another empty room. The dorm was a maze of identical corridors and doors, each one seemingly more unfriendly than the last. As you turned a corner, you heard the sound of running water, and curiosity (or perhaps desperation) led you to peek through a crack in the door. Inside, you saw a group of college girls in various stages of undress, chattering as they washed up in the communal shower. The sight was like a balm to your bruised ego—soothing and intoxicating. You felt a stirring in your loins, and suddenly, your vow of revenge had a clear path. You'd start by winning over the hearts and bodies of the very girls who'd looked down upon you. You'd show the whole school what they were missing. And as you stepped away from the door, a smirk began to spread across your face.
You took a deep breath and pushed the door open, your eyes feasting on the sight of the girls toweling off. They shrieked, covering their breasts and pussies, but you didn't look away. "Oops," you said with a wink, "wrong room again." One of the girls, a brunette with a curvy figure and a smoldering gaze, stepped forward, her towel slipping dangerously low on her hips. "Looks like you're having a tough day," she said, her voice laced with seductive empathy. "Maybe I can help you find your way." You stepped into the room, your heart racing. This was your chance to turn things around, to show them all that you weren't some pathetic freshman to be pushed around.
The other girls, a mix of blondes, brunettes and redheads, looked at you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. The first brunette approached, her skin still glistening from the shower. "I'm Tiffany," she said, extending a hand. "And you are?" You took her hand, feeling the heat of her touch. "I'm..." You paused, realizing you hadn't even introduced yourself. "I'm Alex." She smirked. "Well, Alex, why don't you tell us what you're looking for, and maybe we can help?"
You felt the eyes of the other girls on you, their bodies half-covered, half-exposed, as they waited for your response. The room was thick with the scent of soap and shampoo, mingling with the faint aroma of arousal that seemed to follow you like a shadow. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts. "I'm just looking for my dorm room," you said, playing it cool. "But if you guys are okay with it, I wouldn't mind hanging out here for a bit."
Tiffany's smirk grew into a full-blown smile. "Why don't you sit down?" she suggested, gesturing to an empty bench. You took a seat, your eyes roaming over the other girls as they began to dress. One, a petite blonde with piercing blue eyes, shot you a glare that could've frozen water. But you didn't let it bother you. You had Tiffany on your side, and that was all that mattered.
Tiffany remained standing before you, the towel barely containing her ample breasts. "So, Alex," she said, her voice low and sultry, "why don't you tell us a little about yourself?" The way she said it made it clear that she wasn't just asking about your hometown or your major.
You leaned back, trying to seem nonchalant. "Well, I'm not from around here," you began, watching the blonde's glare turn into a frown of disinterest. "I've got a bit of a...complicated history with the people who were supposed to be my dorm mates." The room grew quiet, the only sound the rustling of clothes as the other girls paused to listen. "But I'm not here to cause any trouble. I just want to make the most of college life."
Tiffany's eyes narrowed, and she stepped closer, the towel dropping to the floor. Her naked body was a masterpiece, her curves and soft skin a stark contrast to the cold, tiled floor beneath her. "What do you mean by 'make the most'?" she asked, a knowing glint in her eye. You felt your pulse quicken as you took in the sight of her.
"I just want to experience everything college has to offer," you replied, your voice a little more confident now. "I've heard a lot about the parties, the fun, and...the girls." The room went quiet again, and you could almost hear the collective inhale of the other girls. The blonde's frown deepened, but there was something else there now—curiosity.
Tiffany leaned closer, her breasts brushing against your arm. "Well, Alex," she said, "you've come to the right place. We know how to show a new student the ropes around here." She turned to the other girls, who were watching the exchange with a mix of intrigue and skepticism. "Why don't we help him out? Give him a little tour, show him the sights?"
The blonde, whose name you hadn't yet learned, scoffed. "What's in it for us?" she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.
Tiffany's smile grew wider, and she leaned closer, her breasts brushing against your chest. "Well," she purred, "how about this? If Alex can prove he's not just talk, we'll give him a taste of the 'sights' he's looking for." The room buzzed with excitement as the other girls exchanged glances. You felt a rush of adrenaline. Was this really happening?
"But," Tiffany continued, "if he's just another bullshit artist looking for a quick fuck, we'll throw him out on his ass." The blonde nodded, a smug look on her face. You knew you had to act fast.
"I'm not looking for a quick fuck," you said, your eyes never leaving Tiffany's. "I'm looking for something...more." You let the words hang in the air, watching as the tension grew. The other girls exchanged glances, some looking intrigued, others still wary. Tiffany tilted her head, considering your words.
"Alright," she said finally, her voice still a purr. "Let's see what you've got." She turned to the others. "Girls, let's give him a little test. If he can handle us, maybe he's got what it takes to survive here." The blonde rolled her eyes, but she didn't protest.
You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. "What kind of test?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
Tiffany stepped away from you, her hand trailing down your chest. "A little challenge," she said, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "We're going to play a game. If you can satisfy all of us, one by one, then you can stay. But if you fail..." She let the sentence hang, the unspoken threat clear.
The other girls, still half dressed, circled around you, their eyes glinting with excitement. The blonde, who you now knew was named Amber, stepped forward with a smirk. "First up," she said, "let's see how good you are with your mouth." She dropped her towel, revealing a shaved pussy glistening with freshly applied lube. Your cock twitched in your pants, and you felt a bead of precum form. The challenge was clear: show them that you weren't the useless nobody they thought you were.
You leaned in, feeling the heat from her body as you parted her folds with your tongue. She tasted sweet, like a forbidden fruit, and the sound of her gasp was all the encouragement you needed. You licked and sucked, savoring every inch of her, feeling her legs begin to tremble as you found her clit. The other girls watched with varying degrees of interest, some playing with their own breasts and others leaning in for a better view.
Amber's breath grew ragged, and she gripped the bench with white-knuckled fists. "Fuck, yes," she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. You felt a thrill of victory as she came, her thighs clenching around your head. As you sat up, wiping your mouth, you saw the other girls exchange looks. Some were smoldering with lust, others with envy. But they all knew you weren't the pushover they'd assumed.
"Alright," Tiffany said, her voice a little hoarse, "you passed the first test. But we're just getting started." She gestured to the next girl in line, a redhead with fiery eyes and an even fierier attitude. "Jessica here has quite the appetite. Think you can handle her?"
Jessica stepped forward, licking her lips as she eyed you up and down. "We'll see," she said with a challenge in her voice. She dropped her towel, revealing a body that was all lean muscles and sharp angles, a stark contrast to the softness of the girls you'd seen so far. Her pussy was a fiery red, and she didn't bother hiding her arousal as she climbed onto the bench, straddling you. "You've got a mouth," she said, "now let's see if you've got anything else."
Without waiting for a response, she began to grind her hips against you, her slick pussy sliding along the length of your cock. You gripped her waist, feeling her heat and wetness, and knew that she was already soaking wet. The other girls watched with bated breath as you kissed her deeply, your tongue dancing with hers in a fiery dance that seemed to set the very air around you ablaze. Jessica moaned into your mouth, her hands tangling in your hair as she pulled you closer.
Her movements grew more urgent, and you knew that she was close to climax. You reached between her legs, gently pressing your thumb against her clit, feeling it swell under your touch. She gasped, bucking her hips into your hand. "Fuck, yes," she whispered against your lips. "Just like that." You teased her, alternating between slow, firm circles and light, feathery touches, keeping her on the edge as long as possible. Her thighs tightened around you, and her breath hitched.
As Jessica came, her body trembling with pleasure, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. You'd never been particularly adept at reading people, but you could feel the shift in the room—the doubt in the eyes of the other girls turning to something more like respect, or maybe even desire. You looked around at the remaining girls, each one watching you with a mix of anticipation and skepticism. "Who's next?" you asked, your voice a low growl.
The next to approach was a brunette named Samantha. Her eyes were dark and hungry, and she had a smirk on her face that suggested she was eager to test your limits. She sat on the bench next to you, her hand idly stroking her pussy. "I want you to make me cum," she said simply. "But I'm not going to make it easy for you."
You took the challenge in stride, leaning over to kiss her neck, your hand following the path her own had made. She gasped as your fingers slid between her folds, her wetness coating your hand. "You're going to have to do better than that," she murmured, her voice a challenge. You kissed your way down her body, taking in the scent of her arousal as you went. You felt the tension in the room build as the other girls watched, some playing with themselves, others whispering to each other.
You took one of her firm, round breasts into your mouth, flicking the nipple with your tongue as your other hand continued to explore her pussy. Samantha's smirk grew into a grin as she arched her back, her breathing becoming more rapid. You could feel her body responding to your touch, her legs spreading wider as you worked her clit with increasing speed and pressure. The room grew hotter, the air thick with the scent of sex and anticipation.
The brunette's eyes snapped open as your teeth grazed her sensitive nub, a hiss escaping her lips. "Fuck," she moaned, her hand reaching up to tangle in your hair. "Just like that." Her voice was a mix of pleasure and surprise, and you knew you had her where you wanted her. You slid two fingers inside her, her walls tightening around you as she rocked her hips in a silent plea for more. You complied, your thumb still working her clit in a relentless rhythm as you pumped into her.
Samantha's breath grew ragged, and you felt her muscles tense around your fingers. You could see the other girls watching intently, their own arousal building as they touched themselves in the shadows. You felt a thrill of power, knowing that you had the ability to make these beautiful creatures come apart with nothing but your touch. The brunette's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a guttural moan that echoed through the bathroom. Her orgasm washed over her, and you felt her pussy spasm around your digits, her body shaking with the force of her release.
Tiffany, the seductive brunette, nods in approval as Samantha's body goes limp, a satisfied smile on her face. "Looks like you've earned your place here," she says, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She turns to the other girls, who murmur their agreement, some looking impressed, others still wary. "You can stay with us at the Zeta Tau Alpha house," Tiffany says, her voice dripping with honeyed temptation. "But remember, this is just the beginning. There will be more tests." She winks at you, leaving no doubt that she has some personal challenges in mind for you as well. The other girls start to drift away, some whispering to each other, others already dressed and leaving the bathroom. The blonde, Amber, gives you one last look before she exits, a hint of something unreadable in her eyes.