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 Free Ride

   "...And on our left, you can see the Rosworth Building, one of the
oldest on campus.  Donated in 1912 by a former alumnus, it's used today as
a blah blah blah..."

   Campus tours are, like, the worst thing ever.  Do I care who donated
which building to the school?  Is this supposed to encourage me to apply
here?

   Look, this is easy.  Here's how you get me to go to your school: show me
the lab equipment I'll be using and then take me to a party where I can
drink beer without my parents finding out.  Simple.

   The senior guiding us around wasn't even cute.  Is that too much to ask?
A cute girl to sway my opinion?  Don't these guys know their audience?

   Most of the other prospective students looked just as bored as I was,
though there were a few ultra-nerds taking notes.  On buildings.  I guess
they thought there might be a test later.  How is it possible to be such a
twit?

   Of course, none of it really mattered anyway.  I knew I was going to be
accepted here, and I knew I was going to go here.  I wasn't really shopping
around, but the effort seemed expected.

   I slurped on my energy drink and tried not to yawn my way through the
rest of the exciting discussion on the Rosworth building, and then looked
up as another admin guy approached our group.

   "Mr.  Adams?  Is there a Mr.  Adams here?" he asked.  He was actually
wearing some kind of thick brown suit.  Could that be velvet?  Surely not.

   "I'm Derek Adams..." I said, raising my hand above the twits.  The
senior girl seemed to be in shock.  You could have thrown a football in her
open mouth.

   "Ah, excellent!  Might I have a moment of your time?  Unless you'd
rather finish the tour, first..."

   "Now is fine," I said quickly, walking over to him and taking his
outstretched hand.

   "Dean Philips...!" squeaked the senior girl.  "It's, uhm, I, thank you
for, uh, how can I..."

   "That'll be fine, miss.  Carry on," said the dean, waving the group away
dismissively.  "Doing a great job.  Credit to your department." She
stammered some more.  He clapped one hand on my shoulder and led me away.
What was this all about?

   "Derek...may I call you Derek?"

   "Of course, sir," I said out of habit.  I'm good at pretending to be
polite.

   "Glad to hear it.  Derek, I had a chance to review your transcripts and
test scores yesterday, and I have to say, I'm very impressed."

   He was?  "Uh, thank you, sir.  I tried my best." No, I hadn't.  My
scores were good, but not remarkable.

   "I daresay you did!  Very nearly perfect marks on your SAT.  I've never
seen anything like it."

   What the hell?  Obviously he'd gotten my file mixed up with somebody
else's.  Maybe there were two Derek Adamses checking out the school?  I
opened my mouth, but he kept going before I could stop him.

   "Derek, I'm going to be blunt: I want to make sure you leave this
weekend with a very good impression of our school.  I'm going to give you
a....special, VIP version of the tour, if you like.  Less history of the
campus, more entertainment.  I want to show you how well-rounded your
education here could be.  How does that sound?"

   I changed any plans I had about fessing up to the mix-up and replied,
"That sounds fine, sir, thank you." This weekend might not end up being a
total loss after all.

   "Glad to hear it, son!" he said with a mighty clap on my back.  Ugh.

   The dean led me around a bit, continuing my private tour.  It wasn't too
much better at first, though there was less information about architecture
and more about what facilities were available in our department - I was
applying to the Computer Engineering program, and it turned out there was a
whole basement dedicated to some interesting project space.  He led me
around some labs and introduced me to some people who I immediately forgot
about, showed me some cool high-tech toys, talked about courses in
microprocessors and AI.  Some of it was pretty cool, but the Dean was a bit
of a chode and everybody we talked to was obviously sucking up.  Also,
being the CompE department, there was nary a hottie to be seen, just a
bunch of Asian dudes and frumpy old people.

   Also, it was a bit confusing that he was showing me the department I was
applying to, since that meant he actually did have the right Derek.  Maybe
there'd just been a couple of typos somewhere?  I shrugged and tried to
enjoy the moment.

   After that, he took me on out of the building and down a couple of
blocks to the Greek section of campus.  There were lots of preppy dudes
throwing frisbees and cheerleader-looking girls trying to sunbathe. 
Everything smelled faintly of cheap cologne, and bad pop rock was blasting
from every house.  Not really my kind of crowd, but at least there was
something to look at.

   "Well, Derek, now that you've got an idea what we can do for your
academics, I'd like you to get an idea how you'll be spending your free
time here.  Have you heard about the Zeta Gamma house?"

   No.  "Of course, sir, very prestigious."

   "Good man!  I was a Zeta Gamma myself, you know.  Still know all the
secret handshakes and all that rot.  Though, of course, I can't let you see
them unless you pledge..."

   I faked an interested laugh as we strode up to the front door.  A burly
frat boy was standing on the porch with a plastic cup of barely yellow
beer. "Dean Philips!  Good to see you, sir."

   "Jeremy.  Staying out of trouble, I hope?" the dean replied.

   "You know me, sir."

   "Yes, exactly.  That's why I asked." They both laughed like it was the
first time they'd made the joke.  Jeremy waved us inside, then held up his
hand to stop some other guys from coming in.  "Hold up!  Invitation only,
let's see 'em!" They groaned and tried to talk their way in.

   So it was that I entered my first private frat party.  It wasn't quite
like Animal House, but there was definitely some fun being had.  Somebody
ran and fetched us two shitty beers from the keg and the Dean walked
through, nodding as though he approved of the activities going on despite
them being against almost every rule.  The girls were skanky and the guys
were douchey and there was a lot of cheering and egging on.

   "Well, Derek, I'm afraid it's time I was getting home, but I hope you
enjoy the party.  I've arranged for some sophomore students to keep an eye
on you and make sure you have a good time.  Enjoy, and remember - you've
got a bright future here!" He gave me a creepy wink and walked off.

   Oh, great, I thought.  Babysitters.  And probably douchebags too.  Well,
at least if I was with somebody I wouldn't get kicked out or beaten up,
right?

   My opinion of babysitting quickly turned around, though, when the
"sophomores" introduced themselves - Brenda and Suzy, two of the curvier
and skankier girls in the room.

   "Wow, Dean Philips, you shouldn't have," I said as they each put an arm
around me and led me back to the keg.

   ***

   After a couple of beers and some dumb fun watching drunk guys act like
idiots, I had a very positive attitude about life.  My escorts giggled a
lot and kept rubbing my back and chest while telling me how cute I was. 
Every once in a while they would kiss my cheek or "accidentally" rub my
groin with a hand.  Obviously I was hard as a rock.

   The climax of the entertainment was when Brenda unbuttoned her shirt and
tried to get me to drink a beer while she poured it between her impressive
tits.  It didn't really work that well as far as getting the most out of
the beer, since most of it ended up on our clothes, but I didn't mind too
much and apparently neither did anyone else in the cheering crowd.  Suzy
seemed slightly jealous, and when I was done sputtering and wiping beer out
of my hair she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the staircase.  Brenda
followed, laughing and trying to get beer out of her bra.

   We ended up in somebody's room and Brenda shut the door.  I took a
minute to admire the lovely turn my weekend tour had taken.

   Brenda had dark brown, almost black hair, slightly wavy, pulled up in a
loose bun.  Suzy's hair was more of a dirty golden color.  Both of them had
great tits, round asses, and way too much makeup.  Not really what you'd
call leggy or slender, but definitely not overweight either.

   "You guys aren't sisters by any chance, are you?" I asked hopefully.

   "No!" they giggled together, rolling their eyes.  "Only sorority
sisters!"

   Brenda tossed her soggy shirt onto the floor and climbed into the bed
with me.  I started licking beer off her tits, which made her giggle again.
Suzy pulled her own t-shirt over her head and pushed my hand between her
legs so I could rub her crotch, then started licking my ear.

   "You like my tits, Derek?" Brenda whispered.

   "I most certainly do," I said, telling the truth for the first time in a
long while, and shifted from the right to the left.

   "What about mine?" whined Suzy, pulling my head over to her own ample
chest.  Her bra was white to Brenda's black, and they were both nice and
lacy.  I wondered how much work it was going to be to get the clasps undone
on two girls at the same time.

   "I don't know.  They look just as nice, but I'll have to taste test."
Suzy squealed as I dove into her cleavage.

   "Enjoy yourself," Brenda advised me, and then (thank God) took off her
own bra, "The dean said we're supposed to make sure you have a great time."
I reached over and grabbed a handful of her lovely boob and started
thumbing her nipple, which she seemed to like.

   And they did show me a great time.  Soon we were all topless and I took
turns making out with them both while our hands roamed.

   "Would you kiss each other?" I asked, but Brenda made a sour face.

   "Eww!  We're not dykes, you know."

   "Yeah," Suzy said distastefully, "we don't do that."

   "Aw, well, can't blame a guy for trying," I said sheepishly, and let it
drop.  It was obviously going to be a fun night anyway.

   They wrestled my pants off and giggled some more before taking turns
licking my dick.  Then one of them would head up and push her tongue into
my mouth while the other one sucked me.  It was pretty much awesome.

   "Girls," I panted after a minute or two, "this is great, but we should
save some room for the main course, if you know what I mean."

   Brenda giggled again (that was going to get old, I realized) and dove
off the bed to fish around in her pants.  She came back with a condom. 
Boo!

   Okay, I realize AIDS is no fun, and I don't want to be a dad either. 
But condoms just fucking suck.  I don't know how the rest of you manage,
but I can barely feel anything with one of those stupid things on.

   Then again, who knew how many other prospective genius students these
two had "entertained" before me?  I should probably have been glad to know
they practiced safe sex.  Yeah, I should have been, but I still wasn't.

   Anyway, Brenda rolled the condom on, and they wriggled out of their lacy
panties (with nice big wet spots, I noticed with a smile) and then she
pushed me back onto the pillow and mounted me.  "Ooh," she said, "you're
nice and thick." Well, that's always nice to hear.

   She rode me and made happy moaning sounds for a while, and I watched her
magnificent titties bounce around while groping Suzy's pussy and sucking on
any tit or tongue that came close enough to my face.  The condom kept me
from getting off too quickly, and after Brenda came, she gave me a big kiss
and then climbed off so Suzy could take her place.  "Yeah, fuck him, Suze!"
she said breathily.  Suzy squealed appreciatively.

   After Suzy finished with a squeak, they both marveled that I hadn't shot
off yet (maybe condoms don't bug other guys as much as me?) and, thank you
God, peeled off the prophylactic to finish me off with their mouths.  That
didn't take long, and they jerked me off onto my belly, then sort of played
with it, rubbing it around.  I was happy.  We snuggled for a while.

   "So," Brenda said, kissing my cheek, "I guess you'll be attending our
fine university in September?"

   "I dunno," I lied, "I've had a lot of other offers..."

   Now, I was just fucking around, but both of the girls looked kind of
freaked out.  "But you have to!" Brenda cried.

   "Yeah!" Suzy added, "If you don't sign up, we won't get paid!" Then she
clapped her hand over her mouth.

   "Suze!" Brenda hissed, but the cat was already out of the bag.

   "Paid?" I said with a raised eyebrow.  "Just what exactly is the dean
giving you guys for entertaining me, anyway?"

   Brenda glared at Suzy for a minute and then crossed her arms and pouted,
"Everything!  In exchange for getting your acceptance, we get room and
board for the whole semester."

   "And our tuition waved!" Suzy added.

   "You have to sign up!  We can't, I mean...I kind of already spent the
money my parents gave me for the year," Brenda confessed.  "If we don't get
this deal from the dean I might get kicked out of school!  My parents would
kill me!"

   "Me too!" Suzy added.  She was an adder, that one.

   "So what you guys are saying," I said slowly as my brain worked, "is
that if I don't tell the dean you made me happy, you guys are in deep
shit."

   "Yeah!" they whined together.

   Well, I'd already had the weekend of a lifetime in the last four hours
just from riding this gravy train of mistaken identity - it was kind of a
shitty thing to do, but, hell!  You only live once.  I decided to push my
luck.

   "I need to show you guys something," I said, and rolled over to grab my
pants from the floor.  I dug around inside a pocket and came back with a
sealed envelope.

   "This is the letter I'm sending to MIT," I said truthfully, and showed
them the address.  The next part was the big lie.  "I've already decided to
accept a spot in their Computer department.  I'm only here at this school
tour to keep my mom happy, you know?" In fact, the letter was no such thing
- MIT had already turned me down.  The letter was some kind of bullshit
paperwork thing that had to do with releasing some other bullshit paperwork
- but of course the girls couldn't know that.

   "Noooo!" they wailed, and grabbed it out of my hand.  Suzy actually
started crying, which made me feel pretty guilty, but...

   "Hey, hey!  Look, don't cry.  I like you girls, I really do, but...look,
let me make you a deal."

   "A deal?" Suzy sniffed.  Brenda looked suspicious.  I took the envelope
back.

   "Yeah.  You've still got the rest of the weekend to, uh, convince me.  I
don't want you to get kicked out of school - hey, really, don't cry!  I
want to help you guys out.  Just," I took a deep breath and decided to go
for it, "just, you have to do whatever I want, okay?"

   "Whatever you want?" Brenda said with a frown.

   "Yeah.  You two and me, we'll party all weekend.  If you can stick it
out, no matter what I ask you to do, I'll tear up this letter." I could
always write another bullshit form up...  "If I ask you to do something and
you can't make yourself do it, fine.  Just say no, and walk out the door.
Or say yes, and..." I wiggled the envelope suggestively.

   They were silent for a moment.  Brenda swallowed nervously.  "Anything
you want?  All weekend?"

   I had them.  "That's the idea.  I'm staying in a hotel over on Garden
Street.  You two come back there with me and we'll have a good time.  Bring
some beer, some pizza, a box of condoms..." I shivered.  "...and, you know,
party."

   They looked at each other nervously.  "But what would we have to do?"
Suzy asked.

   "Well, like I said, anything.  If I ask you to take a bath with me, you
take a bath with me." Suzy's face showed she didn't think that sounded too
bad.  "If I ask you to clip my toenails and sing 'Rawhide' while I take a
bath in Pepto Bismol, then you do that." Don't ask, I saw it in a movie
once.  Suzy made a much less happy face, but then shrugged.

   "Do you really want to - "

   "No, no.  Just trying to make a point." She was a bit thick.

   "You're going to have us kiss, aren't you?" Brenda said.  Not as thick.

   "Kiss?  Yeah, that's going to happen.  And a lot more.  You say you're
not dykes, but..." I eyed them naughtily.  "They say college is for
experimenting, you know..."

   Brenda closed her eyes.  Suzy looked terrified.  But after a minute,
they looked at each other.  "I...guess I could try...if you can," Brenda
said.

   "Try?  You mean...lesbian stuff?" Suzy asked.  "I...I mean, if you want
to, I could...maybe..."

   I clapped my hands together.  "Great!  Let's get going."

   ***

   The cab ride to the motel was quiet.  Brenda mostly stared out the
window.  Suzy laid her head on my shoulder and occasionally sniffled to
herself.  I had one arm around both their shoulders and just sat back with
my growing erection, thinking about all the things I was going to do to
these poor girls.

   Alright, I'm an asshole.  But how often does something like this fall
into your lap?

   Once inside, I had Brenda call up a pizza place and order us some
dinner, and sent Suzy down to the local drug store to pick up condoms and
astroglide.

   "What's astroglide?" Suzy asked with a look of confusion.  Brenda
shuddered.  I just smiled and patted her butt on her way out the door.

   Reassembled, we took a quick shower together, rubbing some of the sticky
beer and other mess off, and then came back to the living room.  I made
Suzy answer the door wearing only a towel to pay off the pizza guy.  Her
face was bright red as she came back.

   We ate the pizza naked while watching some idiotic, overpriced porno on
the TV.  I rubbed the girls' shoulders and thighs.  They were still pretty
quiet.

   Eventually the pizza was done and I had quite the hard-on.  I wiped off
my hands and face with a napkin, gave Suzy a kiss, and then pushed her head
down toward my crotch until she got the idea.  She sucked my dick into her
mouth and, with my hands guiding her, slowly blew me.  I played with
Brenda's tits and pushed my tongue in and out of her mouth for a while.

   "What do you want us to do?" she said hoarsely.  She was breathing a bit
hard.  I wondered how much was anxiety and how much she was turned on at
the idea of being a slave for the weekend.

   "Suck my balls," I said.  She blinked once and then lowered her head,
nudging Suzy out of the way, and began kissing and licking my nuts.

   I played with their asses for a while, telling them to switch off
occasionally.  Then I told them it was time for their big act to begin.

   I got my digital camera out of my bag and set it up to record.  They
complained, but in the end they gave up and did what I asked, every step. I
recorded and directed their first lesbian kiss - so shy and awkward at
first, punctuated with groans of fear.  I told them where to put their
hands, what to squeeze, what to rub.  Knowing how reluctant they were only
made it hotter for me.  Soon Suzy was basically sitting in Brenda's lap
with two fingers shoved up her cunt, riding up and down, mashing their tits
together while they kissed, tongues lapping at my command.  Bisexual or
not, it was obvious they were enjoying the physical sensations.

   Then I moved them around to other positions.

   "Eat her pussy," I demanded, and Suzy whined, then slowly lowered her
head to Brenda's crotch and began tentatively licking.  "More!" I said. 
"Get it up in there!" I spanked her butt when I needed to emphasize
something.

   "Oh, God," Brenda cried, half from pleasure, half from shame.  Her face
was bright red as Suzy brought her to orgasm.  Suzy tried to wipe the pussy
juice off her face, but I stopped her and told them to kiss again.  They
groaned and complied.

   "Now, switch places.  Brenda needs to learn how to eat pussy, too," I
said.

   "Asshole," Brenda muttered, turning around and diving into Suzy's pussy
on her hands and knees.

   I filmed the whole thing, trying to get the whole picture of their
luscious, writhing bodies and then zoom in to see the expressions of
disgust and lust on their faces, the sloppy wet cunts and tongues.  Suzy
closed her eyes and bit her finger as she came, trying to pretend she hated
it a bit more.

   That was enough for me.  I put the camera away, rolled a condom
reluctantly on, and shoved my cock into Brenda from behind, forcing her
face into Suzy's crotch.  She cried out and grunted rhythmically as I
pounded her, laying her head on Suzy's tummy and holding on to her thighs.

   "Don't stop, Brenda," I panted.  "Get your fingers up in there and make
her cum again."

   "Ugh," Brenda said, but she complied.  Suzy whined and began bucking her
hips in little circles as Brenda fingered her cunt.

   "God!" I yelled, filling the condom full of semen.  We all collapsed for
a second, breathing and sweating, and then Brenda rolled over and off of
her friend.

   "Happy, you jerk?" she asked.

   "Very," I said.  "But you aren't done yet.  I need you to clean
something up." I wiggled the used condom in front of her face.

   "What the fuck?" she said.  "What do you mean?" Suzy looked confused and
scared again.

   "For the rest of the weekend, whenever I come, you girls are going to
eat it," I said.  "Starting right now.  Open up!"

   "You've got to be fucking kidding me," Brenda said.  She looked
horrified.  "I'm not doing that!"

   "The door's right there," I said pointing.  "But if you want your free
ride..."

   With a trembling hand, she took the condom from me.  She swallowed a few
times.  "You want me to..."

   "Just squeeze it into your mouth.  Then give Suzy a big, sloppy kiss, so
she can have some too.  And then you both swallow."

   She made a nervous sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, staring at
the condom like it was a rattlesnake.  "This is the most disgusting thing
I've ever...fine.  Fuck you." She tipped her head back and emptied the
condom onto her tongue.  She gagged a few times but managed not to spray it
everywhere.

   Then she turned around and got into place with Suzy.  Suzy's eyes were
wide and frantic, and then she squeezed them shut.  But she did it!  They
kissed, weakly, smearing my come around each other's tongues, and then
swallowing.  "Oh, God!" Brenda said with a sour face, wiping her mouth.

   "Ugh!" Suzy said.  "I can't believe you made us do that!"

   "I can't believe you made us do that, sir," I suggested.  "Now, let's
get some sleep.  You've got a long day tomorrow."

   They looked at each other with fear.

   ***

   The next day was more of the same.  I had my dick and balls sucked for a
very, very long time, finally holding Brenda's head while I shot my load
down her throat.  She spluttered and gagged, but I made her clean up the
mess off her tits with her fingers and lick them clean.

   I filmed them in a sixty-nine and was careful to show all the pussy
juice on their pretty little faces.

   I fucked Suzy in the bathtub and made her swallow the cum out of the
condom again.

   We all took a nap together.  They seemed resigned to their fates at this
point, and were even calling me "sir" without being reminded.  I felt like
a god.

   We cleaned up and wandered around town a little.  I made a point of
strutting around with my hands around both girls, squeezing their asses. 
They complained and pushed my hands away but didn't really stop me.  I made
sure to show them off as much as I could as we ate our donuts and coffee
and browsed for CDs.

   Then we headed back to the room.  "Alright, girls, it's time to step
things up a notch," I said.

   Suzy gasped.  "Are you serious?  You're going to do something even worse
to us?"

   "Come on, you knew this was coming.  What's the one thing a guy can
never convince his girlfriend to let him try?"

   Brenda really was the sharper one.  "You're going to fuck us in the
ass."

   "Bingo!  Go find that tube of astroglide, Suzy, and I'll show you what
it's for."

   Suzy just gaped with her mouth open.  "But that's...that's disgusting!
Doesn't it hurt?"

   "It can," I said, "But I'm going to go nice and slow.  Besides, you
don't really have a choice, do you?"

   Suzy looked like she might start crying again, but she fumbled around in
the shopping bags and found the astroglide.

   "So, neither of you has ever done this before?" I said, somewhat
surprised.  After all, they were the skanks of Zeta Gamma, ready to fuck
some freshman for money.  Hadn't they done anything kinky before?

   "One of my boyfriends in high school tried," Brenda said a bit grimly.
"I slapped him."

   "Never!" said Suzy.  "It's so gross!  Who would even think of it?"

   "We obviously aren't watching the same pornos," I said.  "Come on, take
your clothes off and get on the bed.  Hands and knees."

   Figuring this was another moment I didn't want to lose, I wrote "Brenda
and Suzy's First Ass Fuck" on a piece of paper and held it up in front of
my camera for a few seconds, then set it up on the nightstand to record the
action.

   "You're a real piece of shit," Brenda suggested when she saw the sign,
but she got on the bed like she was told.  God, this sense of power was
amazing.

   I figured there was no risk of pregnancy here, and the girls were
obviously not quite as experienced as I'd thought at first - and they did
seem to practice safe sex.  Well, mostly I wasn't figuring, mostly I was
thinking with my dick.  But I convinced myself no rubber was neccessary.

   I worked the astroglide into their puckered little buttholes with my
fingers, listening with pleasure as they whined.  It took a while to get
them loosened up, but eventually I was able to push my fingers in and out
of their butts in a smooth motion.  Then I lined myself up behind Brenda
and ground my dick into her ass.

   "Uggh!  Slowly, you fucker!" she cried out.  I pushed her head down into
the pillow and drove forward until I was all the way in.  The best part
was, no condom!  It felt amazing.

   Suzy stared at us with fear.  I licked my lips, smiled at her, and
pushed my thumb up her ass.  Didn't want her to miss out on anything, did
I?

   So I sodomized them both for a while, taking turns and making sure
whoever I wasn't fucking still had a thumb up their butt.  They grunted and
cried and thrashed around.  I was pretty sure it wasn't all pain.  I
slapped their asses and watched the meaty cheeks jiggle.  Life was good.

   Finally I was pounding Suzy's ass like a champion, holding on to her
hips with both hands.  It took a while to get to my finish, having already
worked my poor balls so many times in the last two days, so they'd gotten a
thorough reaming at this point.  "Argh!" I yelled as I emptied my nuts into
Suzy's asshole.

   Now came the moment of glory.  If I could pull this off...well, what did
I have to lose, at this point?

   "You know the rules, girls," I said as we all tried to catch our
breaths. "If I come, you have to eat it."

   There was a silent moment as the horror struck home.  "But that would
mean..." Suzy whispered.

   "Yep," I said.  "Brenda, get your mouth over here and suck my come out
of Suzy's asshole."

   For the first time, Brenda looked more shocked than angry. 
"But...but..."

   "I'm going to be sick," Suzy said.

   "Do it, whore!" I yelled.  Okay, that's not nice, but really, she was
fucking me for money.

   Slowly, as though she couldn't believe she was doing it, Brenda moved
behind Suzy's hips and lowered her mouth to the gaping, sore asshole. 
"Like this, sir?" she whispered, and then licked - barely, with just the
tip.

   "Fuck!  Get in there!" I roared, and pushed her face into Suzy's butt.

   "Mmmph!" she said, but I held her there and slapped her ass a few times
until I saw her push her tongue into Suzy's anus.

   "Oh, God," Suzy wailed as her friend gave her a nasty rimjob.  "I can't
believe this...Brenda!"

   "You get some too," I said, moving around to kneel in front of Suzy's
face.  "Suck it clean!" I forced my dick into her mouth.

   She whimpered and gagged a bit, but she sucked, cleaning my filthy cock
while Brenda ate her asshole.

   And I got the whole thing on tape.

   ***

   Finally, we all met up in the dean's office back up the hill.  Suzy and
Brenda looked a bit haggard, but they still put on a brave smile.  And me,
shit, I couldn't stop smiling if I wanted to.

   "Well!" said Dean Philips, "I trust you three had a good time this
weekend?"

   "Yes, sir," we all said in unison.  The girls blushed and stared at
their feet.

   "Well, that's nice.  That's very nice.  And have you reached a
decision?"

   "I have, sir," I said, standing straight up.  "This weekend has
definitely convinced me that your university is where I want to get my
degree.  I'm looking forward to studying here and...seeing a few more
parties, too." The girls breathed a sigh of relief at my endorsement of
their "entertainment".

   "Ah, that's fabulous news!  You've made a very wise choice, son.  And
I'm glad to see you three have been getting along so well.  No petty
jealousy, I trust?"

   Jealousy?  Not so much.  "No problems at all, sir, I'd say we've gotten
along perfectly." Well, as far as I was concerned we had.  The girls smiled
weakly.

   "Glad to hear it!  You see, your...arrangement...with the girls is
actually going to be kind of permanent.  We're going to be placing you all
together in a large apartment, just off campus, so they can help you relax
and focus on your studies.  Congratulations, roommates!"

   The girls stared, open-mouthed, as the image of the next year of college
began to take shape in their minds.

   Oh my, the things I was going to do to those poor girls...images began
to form in my mind as well.  Dildos and vibrators...leather straps...taking
showers in my piss...

   It's good to be Derek Adams.

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