NOTE: If run across this story elsewhere, it's because I've posted it to three websites.
FOREWORD: To those of you who have never read any of my stuff before, this is a plain old dirty story. Hopefully, it's hot. I'd like to think it's kind of fun. It is semi-autobiographical. I did have a friend like this, but his name wasn't Tom. The girls are based on girls I had fun with, too. College was great.
To those of you who have read my other stories, don't bother to complain about no romance and no redeeming social value in this one. I know.
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The college I went to was in a small hick town. The only bar in town ignored all the laws regulating alcohol sales. They got away with it, probably because the town's sheriff was the bar owner's brother. If a customer was old enough to be tall enough to see over the bar, they got served without question. Obviously, this made the place a favorite hangout for underage college kids.
One of the courses in my major required a midterm group project that would serve as half of our semester grade. I partnered with my closest friend and best drinking buddy, Tom, who lived across the hall from me. Being typical college kids, we procrastinated on actually doing the damn project. Sure, we did our research and field work more or less on schedule, but we should have been writing up our notes, making our charts and graphs, doing our statistical calculations, and all that other mundane crap all along, but we always had better things to do (like party).
The project was due on the last Friday before midterm. On Monday night we woke up to the fact that we had virtually nothing done, so of course, we did what any smart, conscientious college students would do: we went to the bar to plan our work. At closing time, we stumbled home, vowing to get serious about starting to throw the project together the following morning.
When I dragged my sorry ass out of bed the following afternoon, I went across the hall to Tom's room to wake him up. The threat of a pitcher of ice water in his face finally got him moving. We downed four aspirins each, got our showers, went to the dining hall for the usual scrumptious meal of mystery meat and overcooked canned vegetables, and then went back to my room to get to work.
We spread out all of our materials and notes on my bed, desk, floor, and any other surface we could find. It was then that the enormity of the task at hand finally began to dawn on me.
I took a deep breath and said, “This thing is due by five o'clock Friday afternoon. It's now after six Tuesday evening. That means we have less than seventy-one hours to do our whole research paper. We're in deep shit.”
“Dan,” Tom said, “your Einstein-like powers of thought never cease to amaze me.”
“What the fuck are we going to do?” I asked. “I'm almost ready to give up and go get drunk again.”
Tom said, “You're willing to take a zero on this project? That means you'll flunk the course and have to take it over. It also means that I'll have to do the same thing. And I'm not prepared to do that.”
“So what do you suggest?”
“I suggest you go to the store and buy the biggest can of coffee you can find. I'll start organizing this shit while you're gone. We can do this,” Tom said. “Now move your lazy ass.”
By the time we had finished our third pot of coffee, it was almost time for lunch on Wednesday. We showered and ate, and then met back in my room.
“You know, Dan,” Tom said, “I think we can pull this off. Let's pull our data together and start doing the calculations on it. Get your Statistics textbook. We're going to fuck with our numbers until we can do some killer statistical analysis shit. You're better at the math than I am. I'm better at creating graphs and making stuff pretty than you are. We can both type. I'll start writing up our hypothesis and research protocols while you crunch numbers.”
“What if the numbers don't support our hypothesis?” I asked.
“Do I have to do all the thinking?” Tom asked. “We make a choice. We either change our initial hypothesis so that the numbers support it, or we fuck with the numbers to support our original hypothesis. No one's going to know what we've done. We're going to overwhelm old Doc Smithers with the sheer volume of charts, graphs, statistical calculations, pretty packaging, and bullshit prose. Now make another pot of coffee.”
Somewhere around four o'clock Thursday morning, I had a profound revelation, which Tom endorsed wholeheartedly. It wasn't the caffeine in coffee that kept a person awake. It was the fact that we had to go and take a piss every half hour that kept us from falling asleep.
At two minutes before five on Friday afternoon, we placed our very professional-looking eighty-three page report, complete with colorful graphs, numerous charts, six pages of footnotes, and a three-page bibliography, on the desk in our professor's office.
“I was just about to leave and give you boys a zero,” Dr. Smithers said. “Hmmm, this looks pretty impressive. Does your research support your hypothesis?”
“We started with a question in our minds and then did enough initial research before we formulated our original hypothesis to feel that we could support it, sir,” Tom said. “I feel confident that you will find that we've conclusively proven our hypothesis with our research data, and have supported our findings with numerous references in the literature.”
“You boys look a little rough,” Dr. Smithers said. “I hope you didn't just throw this together at the last minute.”
“Of course not sir,” I responded. “We had the entire project done about a week ago, but on re-reading our paper, we felt we could improve it, so we did a complete re-write, which is what we are presenting to you.”
“Very well,” Dr. Smithers said. “I'll go through this over the weekend. You boys both have a B average so far. This project could make or break your semester grade. I hope I like it.”
As Dr. Smithers' door closed behind us, Tom muttered, “You better like it, you pompous old fart. We didn't just go three nights without sleep for nothing.”
“What do you want to do now, Tom?” I asked.
“If I didn't have a near-toxic level of caffeine in my system, I'd say I wanted to sleep until Monday, but all I want now is a shower, some food, and maybe a beer or two.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said.
We made it to the bar by before seven o'clock. The beer or two turned into four pitchers. Around ten o'clock, the alcohol was starting to overpower the caffeine and I was thinking about heading home to crash – for days. Then I noticed two girls sitting at a table near us.
“Tom, check out the pussy at the table over your left shoulder,” I said.
“Huh?” Tom said, obviously feeling the effects of both our marathon work session and his half of the considerable amount of beer we had consumed. Then there were his double shots of whiskey. If Tom decided it was time to get stupid-drunk, he always had a double shot before each pitcher we bought. He actually can hold his liquor, to a point. Sometimes he partied right past that point. Those were the times when I really wondered about myself, calling this dipshit my best friend.
“Wake the fuck up and check it out, man! Who are they?” I asked, swiveling on my bar stool.
Tom turned to look. The two girls were smiling at us, their heads close together, apparently whispering to each other about us. They were both pretty, with medium-length, wavy hair. Since they were sitting down, it was hard to tell what their figures were really like, but both appeared to have a decent rack, and neither looked like she was wearing a bra.
Tom turned back to me. “I dunno, but damn, they're hot!”
“No shit, Sherlock. And they were smiling at us when you turned and drooled at them, asshole!”
“Yeah, well, pardon me all to hell,” Tom said to me. “You think at this point in the night, or the week, for that matter, that I can be subtle?”
“I guess not,” I said. “Do you like the blond or the redhead?”
“I like a chick who might spread her legs,” Tom said. “You saw them first, so you get first dibs.”
“If the carpet matches the curtains, I'll take the blond,” I said.
“Works for me, amigo, but how are you going to find out?” Tom asked.
“If I get to the point where I can tell for myself, I guess I won't care that much. Besides, if she shaves, I'll never have to know,” I said.
“True enough. What's your game plan?”
“Let's get a fresh pitcher and go over and see what happens,” I said.
We ordered another pitcher and went over to the girls. They were at a table for four, sitting next to each other. Tom and I took the other two seats, so that he was next to the redhead and I was next to the blond.
“Are you boys celebrating something?” the blond asked. “You sure are drinking a lot of beer.”
“We just turned in a kick-ass research project that is going to get us an A in our Educational Psychology course,” Tom said.
“You hope it will get us an A,” I reminded Tom. “If old man Smithers sees through all the bullshit in that thing, we'll flunk.”
“You guys are Psych majors?” the redhead asked.
“Yeah, we're Juniors. One more year of this undergrad crap to go.” I answered.
“We're freshmen,” the redhead said. “My name is Michelle, and this is Janine.”
“I'm Dan, and my drunken friend here is Tom.”
“How do you guys know each other?” Janine asked.
Tom replied, “I picked him up here in this bar about a year ago.”
“You might want to clarify that, dipshit!” I said, smiling at him sweetly.
Tom looked confused for a moment while the girls giggled, but then caught on. “What I mean is, I first ran into Dan here last year. Now we live across the hall from each other.”
“You sure did run into me. You spilled a full pitcher of beer all over me when you were stumbling to the bathroom.” Turning to the girls, I said, “Tom sometimes has a problem with not knowing his limits at the bar. Like now.”
Michelle laughed and patted Tom's hand. “We're still more or less sober, so I guess we won't have to worry about you trying to take advantage of us. But we might try to take advantage of you.”
“Oh really?” I said. “Does that mean I should act drunk too? Would you like to take advantage of me?”
“Our glasses are empty. Maybe you boys should buy us a drink or two and we can see who takes advantage of whom,” Janine said. I noticed that her knee was pressing against mine.
“What would you like?” I asked.
The girls looked at each other and giggled. Then Michelle put her hand on Tom's again. “I think we'd both like a 'Wet Pussy'.”
Somehow, I managed to keep my “cool” face, but Tom damn near choked on his beer. “Did you just say what I thought you said?” he sputtered.
The girls laughed. “It's a drink, silly. An ounce of Chambord raspberry liqueur, two ounces of Irish Cream, and six ounces of milk shaken with ice, then strained and served in a tall glass,” Michelle said.
“I'll go get them,” I said.
Tom said, “I'll go piss.”
Janine said, “Thank you for sharing. Remember, if you shake it more than three times, you're playing with yourself. And that would be a shame.” She then leaned into me and said, “After we finish those, maybe we'd like a 'Fuck Me Hard'.”
“Equal parts Crown Royal, Southern Comfort, and Amaretto, in pineapple juice with a splash of Grenadine?” I asked.
Janine leaned into me so that her one firm breast was pressing into my arm. She put her hand on my thigh and gently rubbed up from my knee to within an inch of my growing erection. “We're not heavy drinkers. But we do like to have fun.”
The girls were talking quietly between themselves again when I returned with their drinks, but they stopped when I sat down.
“So, tell me about yourselves,” I said.
“Well,” Janine began, “we're roommates. We've been best friends since elementary school. We've always done everything together. Play-dates when we were little, swimming lessons, dance class, softball, cheerleading, double dating, the works. Michelle's my very best friend.”
“Yeah,” Michelle said, “the other girls on our floor say we're LUGs, but that's really not true.”
“Michelle!” Janine scolded.
“What are LUGs?” I asked.
“Lesbians Until Graduation,” Janine explained. “It's because we spend so much time together. And we're so compatible. And we sometimes swap clothes.”
“Yeah, Janine has the cutest collection of thongs,” Michelle said. “I'm always swiping her stuff. Sometimes she gets mad at me when she finds out I haven't done laundry and we're both out of underwear. Like today. And the LUGs thing probably comes from the fact that we both like to sleep nude.”
“In separate beds,” Janine hastily added.
“Yeah, but remember last fall when the power went out during that big thunderstorm? Janine's terrified of storms. She had just crawled into bed with me when a couple of the other girls on our floor came in to see if we had any candles they could borrow. It was warm that night, so we were lying on top of the sheets, and I was holding her to try to get her to calm down. I guess it didn't look very innocent!” Michelle chuckled.
“So that's how the lezzie rumors got started. And it doesn't help when girls walk in and find us surfing porn together,” Janine said.
“Especially when you have my toys spread out all over the place,” Michelle added.
I managed not to laugh too loud, and at the same time gave up on trying to control the continued growth of my boner. At that point, Tom returned from the bathroom. He struggled a little getting into his chair. It may not have been obvious to everyone in the bar, but I knew for certain that Tom was officially shit-faced.
“Potty break,” Michelle whispered to Janine.
“Yeah, me too,” Janine said. She leaned and whispered in my ear, “Don't go away. We need to get better acquainted.”
It was a struggle, but I kept cool until the ladies' room door closed behind them. Then I looked at Tom, raised my hand for a high-five, and said, “Holy shit! Holy shit! Do you believe this?”
“Dan, am I hallucinating? Did you see them? When Michelle got up, shit! Those jeans are so tight I could see camel-toe. She saw me looking, and she fuckin' winked at me! This can't be happening!” Tom said. He was sweating.
“Janine said she wanted to get better acquainted. Did you see that ass?” I blurted.
“Every bit as hot as Michelle's. Janine's wearing tights and booty shorts? Fuck! Are they really coming back to this table?”
“Yeah, and then they're coming to our rooms, and IF we're lucky, we're..., we're,...oh God.” I said. My jaw was starting to hurt from smiling so hard.
Tom finally raised his hand to mine. He didn't high five me. Instead, he grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard. “The research project did it to us. We've died. This must be heaven. There is no other explanation. Damn!” Tom said. His grin was at least as big as mine.
“I'm not drinking any more,” I said. “Is there any coffee left at home?”
“I'm going to want to stay up for awhile tonight. 'UP!' I haven't rubbed one out since Monday, man. I'm going to drown her in cum. OH GOD! YES!” I hissed at Tom.
“I think I need a drink,” Tom said as he stood up.
“Wait! I gotta get the girls' drinks,” I said. “We need to talk.”
The bartender looked at me. “Fuck me hard,” I said.
He didn't bat an eye. “I sure hope that's a drink order for a lady, kid. Otherwise, you're flagged, tossed, and barred for ninety days. I'm not kidding. My bouncer is bored. So, what'll it be?” Then he smiled.
“Two times,” I replied. “One for the blond, and one for the redhead. I'll take a plain cola.”
Tom said, “I got this round. But Dan gets a double shot of whiskey. So do I.”
“All right,” the bartender said. He leaned over the bar between us. “You damn kids are so lucky! Don't screw this night up. Every guy in here, and some of the girls, just fuckin' died when those two got up to go to the john. If you don't take them home and show them a VERY good time, everyone in here is going to think you're nuts! And believe me, we'll know. Maybe not tomorrow, but it won't take long.”
“I really don't want the whiskey. Just the cola,” I said to the bartender.
“Always thought you were the brains of the outfit, Dan,” the bartender said. “Tom, you sure you want the whiskey? I think a soda or water might be the wise man's choice.”
“C'mon, we're regulars, aren't we? Do we give you trouble? Do we tip okay?”
“Don't get your panties in a bunch, Tom!” the bartender said. “When I was your age, my brother and I had a few 'miracle' nights, like you could be having. A couple of times we picked up some cute girls in some bar. But there were two differences between our situation and yours.”
“What do you mean?” Tom asked.
“Your girls are way hotter than any my brother and I ever got. The other difference is, we were smart. You're being dumb.”
Tom laughed. “I'm fine. Thanks for your concern. I really would like that whiskey now.”
“Okay, buddy,” the bartender said with a smile. When he turned to get our drinks, he shook his head. “Dumb kid,” he said.
The girls were back at the table when we returned with the drinks. I decided Tom had been right. We had died and gone to heaven. It was obvious to anyone within twenty feet that neither of them were wearing bras. Four very erect nipples were straining at the girl's shirts. Janine's looked bigger around than Michelle's, but Michelle's stuck out more. They were perfect.
Janine positioned herself so that her entire hip and thigh were crushed against mine. “What are you drinking?” she said to me.
“Cola,” I said. Then in my best Clint Eastwood voice, I said, “A good man always has to know his limitations.”
“See if I write your next paper for you,” Tom said, sipping his whiskey.
I know Tom well enough to know when he wants an argument to end, so I smirked at him and shook my head. Then we both smiled.
Michelle said, “If we could all hang out somewhere, I'd be ready to leave here soon.”
“Me too,” I said as Tom nodded.
“Where can we go?” Janine asked.
“Our rooms. Tom and I live right across the hall from each other. It's not a regular dorm. It's an old farmhouse the college bought. They're going to tear it down and build a new dorm in a few years, but until then, it's home. We're on the second floor. The only thing up there is our rooms and a bathroom. Like a house bathroom. Two sinks on little vanities, a toilet, and a tub with a shower. Very Ozzie and Harriet,” I said.
“Sounds a lot nicer than the painted concrete boxes in our dorm,” Michelle said.
“Yeah, but we've done pretty much decorating,” Janine said. “Our room is cute. But it says a lot about both of us, if you look closely.”
“Like in the laundry basket, the bookcases, and the DVD rack,” Michelle laughed.
“Or your nightstand drawer,” Janine said. “Gotcha.”
“What's your room like?” Michelle asked Tom.
“A combination of early '60's remodeling in an old house, a typical college room with dorm furniture, books, and stuff, and a pretty good man cave, all rolled up in one,” Tom said.
“A dump,” I laughed.
“But one with charm,” Tom said. “It doesn't look like a thirteen-year old kid's bedroom at home, like yours does, Dan.”
“Fighting words, Tom. We've had this discussion.” Turning to the girls, I said, “This moron is my very best friend. He's probably going to be my neighbor or the best man in my wedding or something. But he's never going to be my roommate. It's fine crashing in each other's rooms because we're just hanging out really late and we nod off. But waking up on the other side of the room with him every day? Not happening.”
“Can we see your rooms?” Michelle asked.
“Tonight? Like, soon?” Janine asked. She turned to look at me, making sure her tit rubbed my arm as she did.
“Are you done with your drink?” Michelle asked.
“Will be,” Tom said. It looked like he had more than half of the double shot of whiskey left in his glass, but he gulped it down. I could tell it burned. Tom's not the hard-ass whiskey drinker he thinks he is, and he usually needs a chaser.
“Be right back,” he said.
In a few minutes he was back. He had a six-pack in a bag, and an empty beer glass in his hand. “Everyone ready to go?” he asked.
We were about halfway to our place, walking down the alleys, when Tom said, “Gotta piss again. You kiddies go ahead. I'll catch up.”
As the girls and I walked away, I could hear a beer can opening, and then the sound of Tom pissing on a trash can.
Michelle, Janine, and I sat on the steps outside the house to wait for Tom. We could have gone in, but I thought there was a chance that he might need my help getting upstairs.
I was right. Tom came weaving around the corner a few minutes later. He had a beer in his hand. “I saved one for each of you,” he said.
“Get inside, douchebag. You know you're not allowed to walk around with a beer in this town!” I said.
“I was thirsty.”
“Ladies?” I asked.
“Lead the way. We'll follow,” Janine said.
I didn't actually have to support Tom to get him up the stairs, but I was ready to catch him if he started to fall. We went into Tom's room, since his is bigger, and yes, okay, cooler than mine. I turned on some music, and Tom flopped on his bed. Janine lay down on the couch.
“I said I wanted to get better acquainted,” she said.
“I remember. I'd like that too,” I said. I looked at Tom, but Michelle's red hair was blocking my view of his face. She was on top of him.
I lay down on my side, facing Janine on the couch. The instant our lips met, her tongue was in my mouth and her hand was on my ass. So, naturally, I slid my hand down her side, over her hip, and onto her thigh. We made out like that for a minute or two. When we broke for air, she said, “Can I see your room?”
“Maybe I should check out your bathroom first.”
“Okay.” I got up and pulled her to her feet. We kissed again and ground ourselves against each other.
“Someone's excited,” she said. “I definitely want to get much better acquainted, now that I've felt that.”
Tom and Michelle were busy. His shirt was off, and I could see him fondling her tits through hers. I don't think they even noticed that we got up.
Janine went in the bathroom, and I went in my room. I had enough time to pick up the dirty underwear on my floor, take my shoes off, and force my dick down the leg of my pants. I mean, a big hard bulge is cool. A flagpole, at this point in the proceedings, is kind of un-cool.
Janine pushed the door shut with her ass when she came into my room. Her tights were gone. All she appeared to have on were her top and those painted-on looking booty shorts. I felt myself leak. “Oh, this is nice,” she said, looking around. She went to the wall over my desk and checked out my collection of centerfolds taped to the wall. “You do realize most of those boobs are fake, don't you?” she asked. “Good airbrushing on the implant scars or good cosmetic surgery, but still fake. Why do you guys all like the double-D cups on these girls?”
“That's all fantasy stuff,” I said. “I bet there's a lot of airbrush work on their faces, too. I like a real girl, with a real face, real tits, and a real ass.”
“My stuff is all real. Wanna see?”
“Uh, yeah. I also want to touch, feel, and taste.”
She came over to me and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. “You'll see first. Sit on your bed,” she said.
She walked to the center of the room and started swaying back and forth, like she was dancing. As she moved, she kicked her shoes off, and pranced around on her toes, accentuating the curve of her ass and making her firm thighs look even firmer. Her hands began caressing her body, stroking up and down her sides, over her belly, brushing her nipples, and fondling her own ass. She took the hem of her top in her fingers and hiked it up to show me her taut little belly, complete with a navel piercing that had a short rhinestone chain dangling from it. I could just see the bottom swell of both breasts. No implant scars in sight, I thought. No sag, either.
She turned sideways to me and pulled her top over her head. I just caught a glimpse of one of the full, juicy nipples that had been teasing me all evening before she faced away from me.
I've never paid that much attention to a girl's back before. Sure, I've seen plenty of them. At the beach, in bed, I've looked enough to have a fair idea of what Janine's would look like. But the smooth, glowing perfection of this girl's skin, from her shoulders, over her ribs and spine, to her small waist, and flaring out over those luscious hips and down to that tight ass in those shorts, was enough to make me salivate.
“Do you like me?” she asked, smiling over her shoulder.
“I want to see all of you.”
“Oh, you will,” she said. Her thumbs went to the waist of her shorts and started working them down. When her ass was completely exposed, she bent over. I could see the moisture on her pussy lips below the tiniest little asshole I had ever gazed at. She turned back to face me. “I hope you don't mind that I'm not completely shaved,” she said.
Her tits were right in front of my face, and they looked amazing. The pink areolas were crinkled, and the even pinker nipples had my full attention. It took me a second to see that she was still holding her hands and her shorts over her pussy. “Hair or bare, if it's as pretty as the rest of you, I'm sure it will be phenomenal,” I said.
She pushed her shorts down the rest of the way. Her blond curls were trimmed short into a little heart design on her mound, but everything else was as bare as the day she was born. I pulled her to me, and began feasting on her breasts.
“Stand up,” she said. “I've shown you mine. Now let' see yours.” She pulled my shirt over my head, and then grabbed me and kissed me hard. Her hands were stroking my back and her crotch was grinding on mine. Our tongues were busily entwined.
Then she knelt in front of me and undid my pants. “What do we have here?” she asked.
I'm not huge, but I've never had any complaints. When I'm hard, the skin of my shaft actually gets shiny with the stretching, some big veins pop out, and the head of my cock gets very fat. I'm pretty pleased with my junk, and a few girls have called it beautiful.
Janine pulled my jeans and underwear down together. When it was released, my cock sprang up and bounced off my lower abdomen, leaving a spot of pre-cum glistening there. Janine extended her tongue and licked it off. “Ooh, I like the taste of that,” she said.
I was engulfed before I knew what had happened. She was like a terrier on a rat, grasping my cock in her mouth, holding on tight, shaking her head back and forth, her teeth sheathed by her lips but still holding my meat firmly as her tongue worked furiously on the tip. I had definitely died and gone to heaven. If I hadn't been fairly drunk, I would have cum almost instantly with the way she was going at it. Hell, for a moment I had thought I was going to cum while she was undressing.
Suddenly, she stopped and looked up at me. “I've never swallowed before. I've never let a guy cum in my mouth.”
“Really? Do you want to?”
“I'm not sure,” she said. She gave me a wickedly lusty smile, and then licked my balls slowly. “Do you want to?”
“It's your call. Baby, I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to.”
“I think I want to. In fact, I know I want to. Later. I want something else now,” she said.
“Like what?” I asked.
“Like this,” she said, squeezing and pulling on my cock as she got to her feet, “in here.” She began fingering herself with one hand and jacking me with the other. “Fuck me, Dan. Fuck me good and hard.”
I get around some. I haven't exactly been celibate since I first figured out that my dick was good for more than pissing through. But still, a guy doesn't get an invitation like that, from a slutty-hot little fox like this, every day!
“We're going over here,” I said. I pulled her over to my desk, kicked the chair out of the way, and bent her over it.
“Oh God, yes, I LOVE doggy!” she squealed. “Fill my little pussy!”
She was wet enough to allow me to begin to enter her easily, but tight enough to make it a hell of a lot of fun. Finally, I was balls-deep.
“I need this, baby,” she said. She pulled forward slowly so that only the head of my cock was inside her, then slammed back against me.
“I need you to pound me silly,” she said, doing it again. “God, that's good!” she moaned.
I started fucking her deep, hard, fast, just short of violently. She was so damn wet, but so damn tight! I hadn't had this much fun in a while.
Janine was bouncing herself back and forth to meet my thrusts. We were rutting like animals. Between moans, she said, “Spank me, pinch my nipples, hell I don't care, just cum inside me!”
I slowed down and started forcing myself as deep inside her as I could. When we pulled apart, I smacked her ass cheeks with one hand, and when we slammed together, I twisted and pulled her nipples with the other. We were both breathing hard with our exertion and sweating like chain-gang laborers. It was great. I had never fucked this hard.
Janine started moaning more and more. The longer we fucked, the louder she got. “YES,” she yelled, loud enough that I knew damn well Tom and Michelle had to hear her. “YES, I'M CUMMING. Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
The clenching her pussy muscles did on me took me over the edge. I knew this orgasm was going to be a good one, hell, a great one, especially since her vaginal muscles clamped down on me so hard when she came that I couldn't cum until she was done. It was like pinching the base of your cock just as you're about to cum. If you do it right, you get to feel an orgasm without actually shooting any semen, and when you finally release the pressure, it spurts out like a boiler explosion.
I had just finished that when the door flew open. There stood Michelle, fully dressed, her mouth hanging open as she watched my cum dripping down Janine's thighs.
“Girlfriend, I'm so damn jealous!” Michelle said.
“What?” Janine asked, trying to muster up the strength to pull herself off the desk.
“Romeo, over there, passed out,” Michelle said, pointing over her shoulder at Tom's room.
I started to laugh. Poor, stupid-drunk Tom.
“Wait, Tom passed out?” Janine asked.
“We were just starting to have some real fun, and he suddenly got kind of sluggish. I was about to suck him off, and the bastard fell asleep! I am so furious. I wanted to have some fun tonight. Looks like you two did, though, didn't you?”
“Yeah, we've been keeping ourselves entertained,” Janine smiled.
Michelle was still staring at Janine's messy thighs. “That's what I wanted this evening,” she said.
“You want a taste?” Janine said, wiping a drip off her thigh with her finger and holding it out to her friend.
“Yum, pretty good,” Michelle said after sucking her roommate's finger clean. “I want some more.”
“Help yourself,” Janine said, walking over to my bed and lying down.
I could see Michelle's nipples getting hard as she gazed at her friend's well-fucked pussy.
“Eat me,” Janine said. “Lick me clean. But get out of those damn clothes first.”
“Janine, you told me you're not a lesbian, and I'm not into girls either. Sure, we play around a lot and all, but I've never actually gone down on a girl.”
“I'm not gay, and I've never eaten pussy, but I think it's about time I did. Besides, it's not gay if he's here,” she said, gesturing at me. “Then it's just, uh, well, sharing.”
By this time, Michelle's shirt was on the floor. She struggled with her jeans, which was fine with me. It gave me more time to check out that ass. I couldn't believe a second hot girl was getting naked in my room with me! Hell, I'd watch girl-on-girl all weekend if it involved these two!
It was only after Michelle was naked and leaning over her roommate that I fully appreciated my situation. Two hot girls, a pale, gorgeous and talented blond that I had just fucked hard, and a horny, sexually frustrated red-haired beauty were going to give me a show most guys have to pay for, right on my own bed. Oh, yeah, this is what college is all about.
Michelle took a tentative lick at the juice on her friend's thigh. “Ooh, that tastes really good,” she said softly. She licked again, higher this time, just below Janine's pussy. “Reminds me of when I let that guy I dated last fall cum in my mouth after fucking him.”
“Move so I can taste you, too, Michelle,” Janine moaned. “I want it all tonight. I want to eat my best friend's cunt.”
Michelle positioned herself so that her already damp pussy was right over Janine's mouth. Janine extended her tongue, her first lick barely caressing the smoothy shaven mound of her friend. At first, Michelle seemed to almost draw away, clenching her thigh muscles as the sensation hit her. Janine reached up and grabbed Michelle's ass to pull her closer as her tongue began its work.
“Oh God,” Michelle hissed. Then she began a thorough cleaning of Janine.
For a couple of girls who claimed not to eat pussy, these two were going at it hot and heavy. My cock was dripping hard by this time. I moved closer and reached between them to fondle Janine's breast.
Michelle felt my hand, and stopped what she was doing to glance at me. “Play with my nipple too, Dan,” she said.
I knelt next to the two of them, fondling, massaging, kneading, tweaking, a hand on a nipple of each girl. I was lost in tit-groping nirvana for a while. The only sounds in the room were two hungry tongues pleasuring two very moist pussies.
Janine's hand touched my thigh. I looked at her, and she paused from her ministrations to Michelle to whisper, “Fuck her, Dan.”
“Really?” I mouthed.
Janine winked, and patted the mattress next to her head.
I knelt behind Janine and fondled Michelle's ass. Her cheeks were firm, and I could feel the tension in her buttocks. As I watched, Janine slipped a finger into the entrance of Michelle's sex.
“Oh, yes, finger me,” Michelle gasped. Janine added a second finger, and began pumping vigorously. “So good, so good, oh God, I'm so close!” Michelle moaned.
“Now, Dan,” Janine whispered. She grabbed my cock, tilted her head back and gave it a few sloppy sucks, and then positioned my cockhead at her friend's vaginal opening. I pushed.
“OH FUCK!” Michelle yelled. She answered my thrust with one of her own, and soon, we were fully joined.
Janine alternated between sucking on Michelle's clit and licking my balls as I held myself deep inside the redhead's tight pussy. Yep, heaven. I was getting my brains fucked out, and I wasn't having to do anything but kneel there. Michelle was doing all the work, squirming, pushing, and after a moment, pulsating on my cock.
“Cumming, cumming, cumming, oooooooh!” Michelle squealed. She probably would have said more, but I forced myself into her even harder, and then started pounding. The strength of my thrusts pushed Michelle's face down into Janine's crotch again, so that the redhead's scream was lost in her girlfriend's wet sex.
This was going to be the second time I had cum tonight. Michelle was every bit as tight as her friend, and the delicious craziness of the whole situation had me getting ready to blow.
“Cum inside me, Dan, cum deep inside me. I need it, oh God, here I go again!” Michelle said. Her walls started massaging me, her orgasm seeking mine.
When I knew I was going to cum, I grabbed Michelle's hips and pulled her back against me as hard as I could. That was when Janine started sucking on my left nut. God! The sensation was intense! I blasted two shots into Michelle before she fell forward. Janine quickly grabbed my still-squirting cock and rammed it into her mouth. The last two shots painted the back of her tongue.
I had to get off that bed fast. This was a black-out level orgasm, and I didn't want to crush Janine.
I sat on the floor, leaning back against the bed, my head on the mattress and my eyes closed. I could hear the girls lying behind me, panting just as hard as I was.
I think it was Michelle that started it, but soon we were all chuckling. The girls got untangled from each other, and got down on the floor on either side of me. Nobody said a word for about a minute.
Janine leaned forward and asked Michelle, “Are we having fun yet?”
“Look at us,” Michelle laughed, pointing at a gob of cum on Janine's cheek.
Janine wiped it up with her finger and sucked it clean. “You're whole face is wet from me, girlfriend. Hell, look at Dan! He looks like he just ran a marathon.”
“I feel like it. I haven't slept in well over eighty hours, I drank a lot of beer, and then this. I need a shower,” I said.
“Do you have some extra towels?” Michelle asked.
Our bathroom had a decent-sized older bathtub in a tile enclosure with a shower curtain. The rose and avocado wallpaper reminded me of the bathroom in my grandparent's house. As I said, very Ozzie and Harriet. Even though two amazing girls were getting in the shower with me, I thought I was too tired to do much besides wash.
Wrong. One look at the water cascading over Janine's ass and Michelle's hot nipples had me getting interested all over again. I decided I could be tired later.
The girls took turns washing each other, while I stood there and watched. Faces were gently washed, breasts were softly scrubbed, and pussies were explored.. For a while, it seemed as though the girls almost forgot I was there. No wonder their dorm mates called them LUGs. But it was only when they started tongue-kissing each other that I got truly hard.
Michelle broke the kiss and reached down to touch me. Her one small, wet hand closed gently around my shaft, while her other hand fondled Janine's pussy. “Thanks for sharing, Janine,” she said.
Janine looked from Michelle's one hand to the other. “Sharing myself, or him?” she asked.
“Both,” Michelle said. “You guys made this night very special for me.”
“Who says the night is over?” Janine asked. Her own hand joined Michelle's on my cock. “Ready for round three, Dan?” she asked.
“Let's get out of the shower,” I panted.
“Oh, not yet,” Michelle said, batting her eyes at me. “Something needs more cleaning.” She slowly lowered herself to her knees. As she went, she licked a trail from my ear, across my one nipple, and down my belly, until her tongue was washing my balls.
Janine knelt next to Michelle, her one hand on her friend's ass. With just the tip of her tongue, Janine licked the pre-cum from my slit.
“Team blowjob?” Michelle asked.
“My thought exactly,” Janine said, just before she began inhaling my meat.
The girls took turns sucking me, licking me, and pulling on my ball sack with their lips. When they started licking up and down my shaft together, tongue-wrestling over my helmet, I again wondered what I had done to deserve this.
I came when Janine had my cock clamped firmly in her mouth. She had grabbed my asscheeks to pull me against her, ensuring that she got my entire load.
“Hey, no fair,” Michelle whined. “I had just said about sharing.”
Janine said nothing, but stood up, pulling Michelle up with her. She grabbed her friend and gave her a deep, open-mouthed kiss. I could see their tongues swapping my cum. When they had both swallowed everything, Janine looked at Michelle and said, “Don't ever say I don't share.”
We dried off and headed back to my room. I knew I was done for the night. I don't even really remember crawling in bed.
I woke up the next afternoon to Tom shaking my shoulder. “Wake up, Dan.”
“Do you have any aspirin?”
I opened one eye, looked around, and saw the afternoon sun trying to burn through my window blinds. Opening the second eye, I saw that Tom and I were the only ones in the room.
“What do you want?” I yawned.
“My head is going to explode or something if I can't get some aspirin. I've never had a hangover this bad!” Tom moaned.
“You drink too much.”
“Yeah, we'll discuss that later. You got any aspirin or not?”
“Top left drawer of my desk.”
“Thanks, Dan, you're my best friend.” Tom staggered out of my room and into the bathroom.
A little while later, he came back in. He almost looked human now.
“Thanks, Dan,” he said. “Those aspirin, a shower, and some quality bathroom time, and now I think I'll live. Oh, don't go in the bathroom for a couple minutes. That exhaust fan is kind of weak.”
“You're a pig, Tom.”
“Yeah, well, whatever,” Tom said. “I've seen you pretty drunk, too. Fuck, I don't remember some shit from last night! Did those chicks actually come back here with us? Last thing I remember, I was pissing in the alley.”
I was about to say something witty, when I got a text message. “dont drink 2nite”
“who r u” I texted back.
“J and M”
“hey,” I keyed.
“redo last night with you”
“ok,” I typed.
She texted again. “how many times duz 1 go into 2”