Double Dorm Invasion

[Sara_Quill]

Double Dorm Invasion

I fidgeted with my sleeve as I watched my friend pick the lock of student housing block C. He was squatting in front of the door, playing around with two tiny hooks, his dark hair shining in the moonlight. I though I heard something rustling behind me and quickly I turned around. Nothing. Only a empty plastic bag.

‘I don’t know Steve.’ I said.

Steve looked over his shoulder and with smug grin on his face he opened the door. ‘Don’t worry, I’ve done this a thousand times.’ With a welcoming gesture he invited me inside. I kept standing there doubting myself and running a hand through my unruly curls. Steve was better than I in nearly every way. He had more friends, better looks, better grades. He could date about any girl on campus and yet this was his vice.

It’s a fetish, he’d said. When he explained it, it all sounded so natural. Of course people would be turned on by that, why wouldn’t they? When you listened to Steve talking, you actually started wondering why not everybody had a chloroform fetish. Yet now I was about to break into my first dorm with him I wasn’t so sure anymore.

‘Come on, you said you wanted to try.’ Steve pressed.

That was true.

‘And you know I’ve got my eye on this girl since sophomore year.’

‘I know.’ I willingly admitted. ‘But what if we get caught?’ I was about two months away from getting my Bachelor’s degree and I already had a job lined up. I didn’t feel like getting in trouble.

‘We won’t.’ Steve reassured me. ‘I need you. I can’t do this alone. You have to take care of the roommate for me, you don’t even have to fuck her if you don’t want to, just keep her quiet and out of the way.’ Steve was apparently done trying to convince me, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside of the building. I shook his hand off and followed him through the hallways until we arrived at their door.

Once again Steve picked the lock and very quietly we entered the room. Steve checked both beds and then took his place next to the left one, gesturing I should take the right bed. I prepped the cloth with chloroform and awaited Steve’s signal. With his fingers he counted backwards from three and on zero I pressed the chloroformed cloth into the sleeping girls face.

She opened her eyes and grabbed my hand, she tried to push my hand away, but I didn’t allow her to do so. She was coughing and struggling. She was looking at me with bright frightful eyes, that after a while glassed over and then started rolling away.

Wow. My heart was beating. I was panting and my fingers were still shaking. ‘Wow.’ I whispered out loud. ‘That’s a thrill.’

‘I know, right.’ Steve whispered back. ‘That’s what I was trying to tell you.’

When I looked over to his girl she was already down and out, her head slumped to the side. Steve pulled back the blankets and rubbed his hand over her thighs and in between her legs.

‘Right.’ Still high with the rush of the initial chloroforming, I almost forgot what we came here to do. I too pulled the covers of my girl, she wasn’t even wearing pajamas, just a set of panties that said Monday even though it was Wednesday today. I caressed her arm and was kind of surprised how soft her skin felt. I cupped one of her boobs, they were massive, it didn’t even fit all in my hand. Bulbs of flesh were spilling out in between my fingers, for a while I squeezed and massaged her boob, but without her responding it wasn’t that much fun. I wanted to make her moan and shiver with pleasure, but since she was passed out and not aware of anything that was going on, it didn’t make sense to do anything for her pleasure. I tugged on her panties and pulled them down exposing her pink pussy. I groped and fondled her, but again it was hard to find the joy in that if she herself didn’t enjoy it.

So eventually I just spread her legs apart, unzipped my pants and trusted myself inside of her. I started fucking. Looking down on her limp body, her lips slightly parted her eyes closed. Her pussy didn’t feel all that different from any awake pussy. It was just mushy flesh surrounding my penis. Well, that was awfully analytical way to think about it, what happened to the magic of sex?

I glanced over to the other side of the room. There Steve was in awe. He was still admiring the sleeping girl and he hadn’t even exposed her boobs yet or taken his cock out. He appeared to be simply bewitched by her sleeping form.

A jolt of excitement spread through my body as my girl started to stir and cough. She was waking up! I realized. I started to actually care about the way my cock moved in and out of her pussy and with renewed enthusiasm I started thrusting. Hoping I could force her to moan in pleasure.

‘Pay attention.’ Steve whispered.

‘What’s wrong,’ I asked.

‘Yours is waking up.’ He said nodding to the girl.

‘I know.’ I said.

‘Well do something about it then.’ Steve said.

‘In a minute.’ I brushed him off

‘Dude. If she starts to scream we’re effed.’

‘Just...’ I kept the cloth close, but I didn’t press it into her face. Instead I gagged her with my hand as I kept fucking her. I wanted her to open her eyes again. I wanted to see the panic in her eyes fading away, I wanted to see her fluttering eyelids.

I kept on fucking her, but her moaning and coughing got louder, while her eyes remained closed. I gently patted her on the cheek, trying to get her to open her eyes.

‘Hey.’ I whispered. ‘Hey. Ssshh.’

Eventually I got what I was looking for, her eyes opened and very groggily she looked up at me. Confusion traveling over her face.

‘Wh –

Before she could finish her question I pressed the cloth in her face and her words were muffled behind the fabric. My heartbeat increasing, another burst of adrenaline as she started to struggle me, struggling the cloth. Soon her resistance was fading, her eyes unable to focus and then she slipped into oblivion again. I removed the cloth from her face.

‘Let her breath in some more, that way she’ll be out for longer.’ Steve whispered.

‘I don’t want her to be out longer.’ I whispered back, because the moment her eyes shut close and her head slumped to the side I wanted her to wake up again, just so I could chloroform her again, and again and again.

My cock was now rock hard and throbbing. I was about to blow and there was no apparent reason for postponing my orgasm, with a few good trusts I came inside of her. I bit on my lip to suppress a moan.

I cleaned myself up a bit and checked what Steve was doing. He was still suckling on his girl’s boob. Well if that was his thing I wasn’t about to stop him, yet it wasn’t my thing. I just wanted to chloroform my girl again. If I gagged her she couldn’t scream and I would be able to let her wake-up even more, and if I tied her down she couldn’t struggle and accidentally escape.

I was really charmed by my own idea, there were nervous butterflies in my stomach as I pulled up my pants and searched the room for something I could use as a gag or as rope. I crumpled up her own panties and pushed them in her mouth and with a pantyhose as an impromptu rope I tied it in place. Then I rolled her into her own sheets, using belts to keep the sheets tightly in place.

‘Dude.’ Steve whispered raising an eyebrow.

‘Dude.’ I whispered back.

‘What are you doing.’

‘You do your thing I do mine.’

‘Fine.’ He said. He buried his face in between the thighs of his girl. While I climbed on top of my girl and straddled her. Softly tapping her cheeks, trying to get her to wake-up. When she finally opened her eyes again, my cock was stiff once more. Throbbing against the inside of my pants. I let her wake up and was obsessed with the look on her face, the expression in her eyes. The sleepiness, then the confusion, then the realization, the fear and panic and if I put the cloth on her all those expression would pass over her face again, but in reversed order.

At least that’s what I expected, but the moment I showed her the cloth there was another expression, she was looking up at me with these desperate begging eyes, it was gorgeous.

The moment she was sleepy and subdued I removed the cloth again. I didn’t even need her to pass out, I just wanted to see that transition. Force that transition. Be in charge of that transition.

I pressed the palm of my hand against my crotch, softly rubbing myself as I guided her mind in and out of consciousness. I was Morpheus God of dreams. All my senses were heightened, every little twitch in her face I devoured, every flicker in her breath was mine, every whimper, every sniff, every blink.

I forgot all about Steve until I heard him reach his orgasm next to me.

Reluctantly I put my girl under for a longer time so we could clean up the room and remove every hint of us having been there. A few moments later we were walking across campus, over the grass avoiding the main pathways we reached our own housing block.

‘Dude.’ I said the moment the door closed behind us and we were back in our own room. ‘Dude.’

‘You get it now, don’t you?’ He asked with a mischievous smile.

‘Do I get it?’ I asked almost delirious from the entire experience. ‘I want to go again. Tomorrow. No, right now!’

‘We have that big algebra test on Friday so I’d like to revise tomorrow, but I could do Saturday if you’re up for it.’

‘Fuck, algebra.’ I said.

‘Saturday.’ Steve sounded strict.

‘Fine, Saturday it is.’

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