I met Priya and Anjali on my first day at the engineering college in Bangalore. Both were Kannada girls from small towns near Mysore, fresh off the bus with their long black hair, tight salwar kameez hugging curvy asses and full tits that bounced when they walked. They were nineteen, legal as fuck, and roomed together in the girls hostel block. I was the only guy they let in after lights out because I smuggled in booze and weed.
One humid Friday night the three of us crammed into their tiny room. Priya locked the door and pulled off her dupatta. “No one’s coming,” she said, voice low and dirty. Anjali grinned and started unbuttoning her top. Her dark nipples were already hard. I watched them strip each other, hands sliding over smooth brown skin, fingers pinching and twisting those stiff peaks until both girls moaned.
Priya dropped to her knees first. She yanked my jeans down and wrapped her soft lips around my cock, sucking hard and sloppy. Spit ran down her chin while her tongue worked the underside. Anjali climbed onto the bed, spread her legs, and rubbed her shaved pussy right in front of my face. “Taste me,” she ordered. I buried my tongue in her wet slit, licking her swollen clit while Priya deep-throated me.
They switched fast. Anjali took my dick in her mouth next, gagging on it, while Priya straddled my face and ground her dripping cunt against my tongue. Her juices coated my lips and chin. “Fuck, eat that Kannada pussy,” she hissed, rocking her hips. I sucked her clit and she came hard, thighs shaking, flooding my mouth.
Anjali climbed on top of me and sank down on my cock in one smooth motion.
She was tight and hot inside, her walls gripping me as she rode hard, tits bouncing. Priya sat on my chest facing her, and the two girls started making out, tongues sliding, fingers pinching nipples while Anjali bounced on my shaft. The wet slap of her ass hitting my thighs filled the room.
I flipped them over. Priya got on all fours and I slammed into her from behind, pounding her pussy deep. Anjali lay under her, licking Priya’s clit and my balls at the same time. Priya’s moans turned into loud cries. “Harder, fuck me harder, fill my cunt.” I gripped her hips and drove in balls-deep until she came again, pussy pulsing around me.
Anjali wanted it next. I pulled out of Priya and shoved into Anjali’s soaked hole while Priya sat on her face. Anjali’s tongue worked Priya’s clit as I fucked her fast and rough. The bed creaked. Sweat ran down our bodies. Priya came on Anjali’s mouth, then leaned down to suck Anjali’s tits while I kept thrusting.
I pulled out and sprayed thick ropes across both girls’ tits and faces. They licked it off each other, swapping my cum with their tongues, then kissed me so I could taste it too. We collapsed in a sweaty pile, breathing hard, already planning the next night.
By morning we were at it again, slower this time but just as filthy, the three of us tangled in sheets that smelled like sex and cheap perfume. Those two Kannada college girls turned every weekend into raw, nonstop fucking, and I never wanted it to stop.
