The Dorms at U of A
By Digger
Digger87@excite.com

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The following is indented for ADULTS ONLY.  If you are under 18 or are
offended by stories of a sexual nature, STOP NOW.  This story takes
place in a FANTASY world with no AIDS or STDs.  In the REAL world AIDS
and STDs can kill you.  Protect yourself!!!!
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     I visited the University of Alberta last summer for a conference.
Deciding to make a vacation out of it, my wife of one year, Anne, came
along; we were planning to tour the Canadian Rockies after my meeting.
We chose to stay in a cheap place in Edmonton so as to have more money
for the rest of our trip.  While not poor, we were saving our pennies.
With this in mind, imagine our surprise when we found out one of
housing options was the dorms at U of A.  The rooms were cheap--$15 a
person a day.  The cheapest hotel was $55 a day.  For four nights, we
figured we could "rough it" in the dorms.  Anne and I joked about
reliving our college days.

     We arrived in Canada on Tuesday afternoon.  We picked up our
rental car, and proceeded to the dorm.  It was a classic-huge, 4
separate towers connected by internal walkways, big cafeteria,
cinderblocks, ugly carpeting, murals by past students on the walls.
We checked in and were informed that we would be up on the 7th floor
of Henday Hall.  The dorms were about ¬ full; most of the other
residents were people attending conferences, and kids attending
various camps.  After parking in the lot, we hauled our gear up to our
room.  It was a total flashback for both of us.  I don't think either
of us had been in a dorm since college (12 years for me, 10 years for
Anne).  After getting turned around once, we finally located our room,
which had a nice view of the city.  The room had two single beds
(drag), two desks, two small chests, a closet, and two chairs.  All
furnishings seemed to have been purchased in the 1950's.  Also
included were linens, which was a good thing because we had forgot
them.  However, the towels were very small-about 18 x 36 inches.  They
reminded me of bathmats.  There were 3 bathrooms on the floor-2 for
men, 1 for women.  One was at the beginning of every hallway.  The
main area had the elevators, washing machines, and lounge.

     After settling in, I made way to the bathroom where I ran into
Jim, another conference attendee.  He informed me that a lot of people
from the conference were staying on our floor, as well as a bunch of
college kids who were coaching waterpolo camps for younger teens.  Jim
said the kids were pretty nice and fairly quiet because they had
practice and games all day.  I was happy to hear this as I did not
want to be kept up all night by wild teenagers.  Jim and I agreed to
catch an early dinner.

     The three of us ate at a nice Italian restaurant near campus.
Anne had a few drinks which made her chatty and frisky.  She kept
grabbing me as we were walking back to the dorm.  I mentioned that I
would like to check my email, and Jim informed me that there were
rooms with computers for just such a purpose.  All I had do to sign
out a key from the front desk.  Jim went up to bed and Anne and I went
to the front desk.  She seemed disappointed that we were not going up
to the room to fool around.  Reluctantly, we got a key and headed to
bowels of the dorm.  The computer rooms were in a long narrow hallway.
Each door had a tiny window that was about head high.  The rooms were
small, and contained two computers, separated by a divider.  I signed
in and was catching up on my email, when Anne started to kiss and lick
my ear.  Her one hand stroked my hair, while her other rested on my
thigh.  "Let's go up stairs," she whispered in my ear.

     "In a few minutes, I am almost done."

     "Please.  Now, I want you now."  She squeezed my thigh.

     "Oh, I'll take care of you in due time," I said.

     Her hand went to my crotch.  She outlined my cock, which was
growing harder.  I closed out of my email.  "Don't you want me?" she
asked.  She kissed me on the cheek and rubbed my cock.  I started to
squirm.  "I want you to eat my pussy," she whispered.

     "Maybe," I teased.  She pouted.  "Maybe if you're good to me."

     She got a wicked smile, and said softly, "I'll swallow your cum,
if you want."

     "I want.  I want now."

     Suddenly more lively, she asked, "What if the other person comes
in?  We'll get caught."

     "This place is dead.  No one will come in."  She looked hesitant.
I unzipped my pants and fed her hand inside them.  Her faced changed
to a seductive smile.  She undid my belt buckle and unbuttoned my
pants.  I shifted my chair and self 45 degrees to the left.  My wife
tried to pull my dick out, but the situation was awkward, so I raised
my butt and pulled my pants and underwear down.  Anne focused her
attention on my hard cock.  She stroked it a few times, and then
leaned over to lick it.  In order to be more comfortable, she moved to
the floor and knelt in front of me.  Her tongue moved up and down my
cock.  Looking me in the eye, she smiled.  She was in the zone.  I
leaned back and enjoyed my blowjob.  My breathing was deepening and my
pulse was up.

     I heard some noise from the hall-some people walked by the door.
Glancing over, I saw a face pass by in the window.  After a moment,
the face returned.  It was a student.  His eyes bugged out and his
mouth hung open as he stared at my wife giving me head.  Suddenly, a
second head appeared, from the lower part of the window.  It was a
woman-another student.  It was obvious that they were together and she
was too short to see through the window completely.  They stared.  I
stared back, and started to smile.  Being watched was turning me on.
I flashed them thumbs up.  I was certain they would realize they were
caught, and run away, but instead they gave me thumbs up back.  I was
surprised.

     Anne was doing a great job on my cock.  I was building toward my
orgasm.  I felt the slight tug in the base of my spine and it told me
I was about to have an orgasm.  "I'm gonna cum," I breathed.  My wife
sucked harder.  "Swallow my cum," I said loudly, "swallow, swallow,
swallow!"  My load left my dick and entered Anne's mouth and throat.
The excitement of being watched helped produce a large amount of jizz,
and my wife momentarily choked.  But being an expert cocksucker, she
regained her composure and took the remainder of my cum.  She backed
off my cock, sat back on her legs and smiled.  A small amount of jizz
leaked from the corner of her mouth.  I lazily glanced at the door;
our spies were still there.  I leaned down and kissed my wife.  Our
tongues danced.  Some guys find snowballing or tasting their own cum
gross, but I find it exciting.  I also find that it encourages my
wife.  I leaned back and let out a sigh.  "You are one fine
cocksucker, you know that."  Anne sat back in her chair and giggled
slightly.

     Pulling up my pants, I announced, "Now it is my turn to please
you."

     "Here?" she asked.

     "Yeah," and my hands went to her tits.  I kneaded them and leaned
in to kiss her again.  My tongue reached deep in her mouth.  Over her
shoulder, our viewers were still there.  I brought one hand down to
her crotch and started to rub.  Using the palm of my hand, I built up
friction.  Anne moaned a little.  "Get those pants down so I can lick
you," I ordered.  I moved back as she stood up and lowered her pants.
She pulled one leg over her shoe, so I could have better access to her
pussy.  Anne leaned back in her chair, while I got on the floor.  Her
pussy was full and open.  Her juices were running.  I circled her lips
with my fingers, then plunged one inside.  She sighed.  Spreading her
lips with my fingers I lowered my mouth to her clit.  I sucked on it,
then moved my tongue across it.  She squirmed a little.  I knew that
she was so turned on that it would not be long before she came.  I
moved one hand under her shirt and squeezed her tits.  I alternated
sucking her clit and flicking it with my tongue.  Finally, I settled
on sucking.  This drove her over the edge for within a few minutes,
she started to breath deeply and moan.  Her pussy pulsated as she
came.  Her orgasm lasted for over 30 seconds.  Eventually, she calmed
down and I backed off.  Looking at the door's window, our two friends
were still there.  After Anne started to put her pants back on, they
left.  We got straightened up and departed.

     We returned the key to the desk and retreated to our dorm room.
After brushing my teeth, we settled into our single beds.  I was still
horny-my dick would not calm down.  Anne went fast to sleep.

     The conference began in earnest the next day, as did a record
heat wave.  The temperatures spiked as did the humidity.  I was in one
long lecture after another all day.  Impromptu meetings after the
final talk allowed me only 10 minutes to run up to the room to meet
Anne.  We had to go to the annual banquet, which proved to be good in
some ways (the food and the company) and bad in others (the speeches
and the lack of adequate air conditioning).

     By the time we got back to Henday Hall, it was 10:30pm.  Despite
the length of my day, I was still fairly awake.  Anne on the hand was
drunk.  She had had 3 full glasses of wine and 2 beers a the banquet.
She wasn't walking straight.  Also, she was real horny.  She gets like
that when she drinks.  The dorm was even hotter than the banquet hall.
It had to be 80 degrees in our room.  Opening the window didn't help.
The moment we walked into our room, my wife was all over me.  She
grabbed me and pinned me against the wall.  She tongue-kissed me and
pressed her body against mine.  I was enjoying it, to say the least.
I was feeling horny, but also very hot and sticky.  I really needed a
shower.  I broke our embrace and told Anne that I felt dirty, and
wanted to get clean.  She seemed disappointed by that comment, but
noted that she was sweaty too.

     "We should take a shower together, like at home.  Wouldn't that
be daring?  Sneaking into the girls' shower room together?"

     My dick surged to great heights with that suggestion.  I never
had a girlfriend while I lived in the dorms, but I always fantasized
about doing daring things.  "Yes," I said, "let's do it.  But. we
can't do it in the women's showers cause if I get caught there, people
will call the police.  But if you get caught in the men's showers,
people will just smile."

       She kissed me hard and said, "Okay."

     We quickly stripped down to shorts and tee-shirt.  We grabbed our
towels and soap (I made sure to grab the key).  My wife got her
shampoo, conditioner, bodywash, and louffa.  "Why are you taking all
that?" I asked.

     "I was going to wash my hair," she replied.  Whatever.

     The men's bathroom was at the end of our hall.  The room was
separated into two parts.  The first was the largest and had a row of
sinks, several urinals and a row of stalls.  The second room was
through the first, and off to the right; it contained 6 shower stalls.
Each of the showers was separated by a half-wall (going from slightly
below the 9 foot ceiling to about a foot above the floor).  The stalls
themselves had parts; the first had hooks for your clothes, the second
was the shower itself.  Each section was separated by a sheer curtain,
but the curtains did not go all the way; they only covered _ of the
opening.  There were benches under the windows across from the stalls.

     We had to operate stealthily.  Anne waited in the main area of
the floor, out by the elevators, while I went into the men's room.
The coast was clear, so I gave my wife the thumbs up and she quickly
joined me.  We practically ran to the shower stalls, and chose the
last one.  My dick was hard.  We quickly stripped and entered the
shower.  I was so excited, my cock hurt.  Anne and I kissed like crazy
and rubbed our bodies together under the hot water.  Eventually, we
broke off our embrace and began to soap each other up.  She washed me
and I washed her.  We paid particular attention to our crotches.  I
soaped up her pussy to a fine lather.  I even clean her ass, and
shoved a finger inside.  She stroked my cock with soap until it
foamed.  She even shoved a finger up my ass too.  I was done, but she
wanted to wash her hair.  I stepped out of the shower, grabbed my
towel and clothes, walked out of the stall, sat on the bench and began
to dry myself.  It was natural for me to do this because, after all,
it was the men's room.  But what would Anne do?

     Suddenly, I flashed on an incident I saw happen back in college.
Our big rec center had two locker rooms-the main one, and one by the
pool.  Once I saw a woman walking in the main hall with only a towel
on.  She was moving between the lockrooms.  There were dozens of
people in the hall, and most could not take their eyes off of her.
Her loose tits under her towel jiggled as she walked.

     A devious grin came over me.  I quickly dressed as Anne continued
to wash her hair.  I grabbed her clothes, but left her towel (which
was very small).  I wanted to see my beautiful wife jiggle as she
walked down the long hall to our dorm room.  "Almost done?" I asked.

     "Almost."

     "I'll go check to see if the coast is clear."  I scampered off
into the other room.  No one around.  Just then, I heard a some
talking from the hall.  The students had returned.  I poked my nose
out the door and saw several of them standing in the doors of their
rooms talking (just like all college kids do in their dorms).  I went
back into the shower room.

     Anne was now drying herself.  "Chris, where's my clothes?" she
asked with urgency.

     I merely replied, "Coast is clear," and slowly left.  I walked
down the hall.  I said a few "heys" to the students.  Only three doors
were open, but one was directly across from our room.  In it stood two
guys and a women.  I opened my door, walked in, and put our things
away.

     I made my way back to the door and peeked into the hall.  There
at the other end was my wife, timidly walking out of the bathroom.  No
one noticed her.  Even at the distance I could tell that her face was
red.  Also, she was having a difficult time keeping the towel covering
her.  Because of its size, the towel barely wrapped around her body,
much less could be hooked or knotted so as to stay on without holding
it with her hand.  As well as the towel, Anne had only a bottle of
shampoo, conditioner, and bodywash, and the louffa.  These things she
found difficult to hold while trying keep covered.  I could see her
tits jiggling as she walked.  I got an instant erection.  Then she
dropped the shampoo.  It made a hollow sound and all the people looked
at her.  They stared as she tried in vain to pick up the bottle.  As
she bent over, the opening slit of the towel became a mighty gap.  At
the right angle, you could see most of her body.  Picking up the
bottle, she rushed down the hall.  I was enjoying this show of
accidental (purposeful on my part) exhibitionism.

     As she approached the door, I closed it.  I watched through the
peephole as she came to the door, tried the knob, and upon finding it
locked, knocked.  I was feeling very devious and very horny, so I
stripped out of my clothes.  She pounded.  I put the chain on the door
and opened it.  "Yesss?" I said in a creepy voice.

     "Let me in," she insisted.

     "Password?"

     I could see the embarrassment increase in her face.  I also
notice my neighbors across the hall staring at us.  "Just let me in,
please."

     "Wrong."  And with that, I reached out and grabbed her towel.  I
think she was too stunned to know what was happening.  I pulled the
towel in and closed the door.  I heard howling and looked out through
the peephole.  Our neighbors were laughing it up.  The fisheye lense
allowed me to see my wife trying to cover herself up with her hands.
     She knocked again.  "Please."
     I opened the door with chain on, and asked, "Password?"
     "I don't know."
     
     "Something you like to do is the password."

     "Run?"

     "Wrong."  I closed the door.

     She knocked again.  I opened.  "Password."  She looked at me with
concern.  I also noticed she had forgotten to cover up her body.

     "Say, `I'"

     "I."

     "Like."

     "Like."

     "To fuck!"

     "To fuck.  Now let me in."

     "All together, and louder."

     Anne said loudly, "I like to fuck!"  I heard my neighbors gasp
and giggle.

     "Okay."  I closed the door and unhooked the chain and opened it
wide.  I stood there completely naked with a huge hard-on.  "Get in
here and prove it!"  She ran in and grabbed me.  I started to close
the door, when I notice she forgot the shampoo, etc. in the hall.  I
reminded her of this and opened the door wide.  The three kids
continued to stare.  After she retrieved the items, I shut the door.

     I thought she was going to be super pissed at me, but instead she
was super horny.  She pushed me down on the bed and got on top of me.
Our mouths kissed like it was the end of the world.  She grabbed my
dick and mounted me.  I slid right in because she was so juicy.  My
wife bounced up and down on me like I was a wild bull.  It was so
intense.  She sat back and really started to ride me.  I squeezed her
tits as her pussy squeezed my cock.  I began moving my hips the best I
could.  I placed one hand down to her clit and she exploded.  She
moaned and wailed like I have never heard before.  Her orgasm was
intense; it felt like she was going to break my dick off.

     After she calmed down, she got off me.  I had yet to cum.  My
cock felt like it was going to explode.  She grabbed it with her hands
and started to jerk me off.  Within ten seconds, I exploded all over
her hands and my chest.  Some of it reached my neck.  Anne immediately
went down on me.  She cleaned my cock, her hands and then my chest.
We kissed a bit, then she fell on to the bed next to me.  She let a
huge sigh, then started to giggle.  "Wow," was all she said.

     "Wow," I replied.  After a moment, I continued, "That was
incredible.  We have to do that again.  You really got excited by
showing off."

     "Yeah.  At first I was scared, but I became more and more turned
on."

     "I thought you would be mad."  My dick started to spring back to
life.  "But it turned me on too to see you being ogled by those guys.
It made me feel lucky that I married to such a sexy woman."  We kissed
and assumed a cuddle position.  Eventually, we fell asleep.

     Thursday was a repeat of Wednesday-meetings and speeches.
Although interesting, I had a tough time staying awake after lunch.
Once again, I had a committee meeting that ran late (I hate the petty
politics of these things).  By the time I got back to the room, it was
close to 8pm.  Anne was waiting impatiently for me.  We hooked up with
a couple of other attendees, and went out for a nice dinner.  My wife
drank heavily, again.  I was just pleased that she is a happy, funny,
and horny drunk.  We said goodbye to everyone (most were leaving the
next day) and stumbled up to our room.

     It was like d,j... vu; Anne was all over me, but the heat and day
was making me feel sticky.  "You want a repeat of last night," I asked
as I rubbed my wife's crotch.

     "Yes," she said, "but no taking my clothes."

     "Okay."

     "Also, I want to fuck in the shower."

     "That sounds like fun."  We gathered our things and headed to the
men's room.  The coast was clear so we quickly made for the second
stall.  Stripping naked, we entered the shower.  Under the hot water
we pressed our bodies together.  My dick was hard and was getting
squashed between us.  We disengaged, and began to soap each other up.
I made sure to concentrate on my wife's beautiful tits and pussy.
When we were soapy, we smashed our bodies together and rubbed them.
Her slick skin was such a turn-on.  Rinsing off, we kissed again.  I
turned my wife around, and slowly bent her over a little bit.  At this
angle it was easy for me to work my cock inside her pussy.
Eventually, I made it all the way in, and we just stood there enjoying
the moment.

     Suddenly, we heard a ruckus from the outer room.  Voices drew
nearer to the shower room.  I knew right away that it was the
waterpolo coaches coming in for an evening shower.  There had to be
about ten of them.  My wife and I froze.  I didn't know what to do,
but I was turned on.  Both of us were facing the shower opening.
Although you could not make details, you could see shapes clearly
through the sheer curtains.  We saw a bunch of them walk by, but none
seem to notice the two of us; they only noticed that there was someone
using the shower.

     Their voices were loud, and their topic was surprising; "I am not
lying.  Bill, you tell him I am not shitting him."

     Bill replied, "I saw it.  This chick came out this bathroom
wearing only a towel.  Shit, when she dropped her shampoo bottle, you
could see her ass and her pussy.  It was incredible."

     "Un-fucking-believable."

     "Tell him the best part," the first one said.

     "Then she got to her room, and some guy stole her towel."

     "No way!"

     "Way!  She was standing pounding on the door naked!"

     "Oh my god!"

     "Was she good looking?"

     "Did she have big tits?"

     "Yes to both.  She was a little older, but she had big tits.
Damn, I'd love to fuck them."

     Listening to them talk about my wife made my cock swell to its
fullest.  I started to saw in and out of Anne's pussy.  She must have
been loving it too, for she was pushing back.

     Another voice piped in, "You guys didn't get to see her close up.
We did.  Man, she was hot.  Her nipples were huge."  We heard a groan
from the audience.  "The guy eventually let her in only after she
said, `I love to fuck' in a loud voice."  More groans.  I knew some of
the guys were beating off listening to the story.  "He opened the door
naked and dragged her into the room.  But also he made her go back to
get the shampoo she dropped."

     "Oh God," someone moaned.

     "Lucky for me that Shelly was with Burt and me.  She was as
turned on as we were.  We gave her a royal shagging," he said with an
Austin Powers accent.

     By now, I was fucking my wife good.  Our bodies slapped together
under the hot water, but no one paid attention to us.  She was having
a hard time breathing quietly and suppressing her moans.  I increased
my tempo, then felt my cum erupt inside her.  I had to be quiet, but
it felt so good.  Slowly I pulled out, and Anne and I stood under the
water.  By now, we heard a few of the guys leaving.  We waited
patiently while the noises died down.

     Having an orgasm had made tired, and I needed to sit.  Convinced
that there were only a few guys left, and that they were in the
showers, I moved into the changing space of the stall.  Anne seemed a
little panicked, but I gave her a look of assurance.  She remained in
the shower.  I had to sit, so I gathered my clothes and towel, and
naked left the stall and sat on the bench across from it.

     Imagine my surprise to find 4 almost naked guys still waiting for
showers.  Before I could act, one of the guys I recognized as one of
my neighbors from last night, rushed into the stall where Anne was.  I
didn't know what to do.  He didn't pull the curtains all the way
closed so I could see that Anne's back was towards us.  I don't think
he even knew she was in there until he opened the second curtain.  She
turned around.  I could not see her face but I did see his.  His eyes
bugged out and a smile crept over his face.  He put a finger to his
mouth to indicate that she should be quiet.  I also could see that his
cock was now at full length and that it was a big one.  My wife and
this young waterpolo coach embraced.  I could tell that they were
kissing.  All this time, I sat on the bench pretending to dry my hair,
staring at them.
     
     They separated and I saw Anne drop to her knees.  She was going
down on him!  I could not believe it.  My cock was coming back to
life, so I had to put my towel in my lap to hide it.  While this was
happening, the three guys waiting for showers dwindled to one.  Anne
stood back up and turned her butt toward him.  She bent over.  I knew
he was going to fuck her like I just did.  My wife was insatiable!!
Because they shifted a little, I could see her face clearly.  She had
her eyes closed and an expression of ecstasy.  They were rocking back
and forth.  The tempo picked up and the guy fucking her started to
groan.

     "Hey, Burt, whatcha doin'?  Jerking off?"

     In a breathy voice, Burt replied, "No, I'm fucking that chick
from last night."  Anne's expression changed to one of worry, but
quickly changed back to pleasure.  "Man she has a tight cunt and firm
tits."  His hands moved to her tits.

     "Well you enjoy Ms. Rosy Palm," someone laughed.  Burt picked up
his pace.

     Soon, he said, "Yeah.  Yeah!  Yeah!!!"  He stopped.  He must have
cum inside her.  My wife's expression on her face changed to
disappointment as he pulled out of her.  I could see him rinse off a
bit, then walk out of the shower.  He got on his shorts, then walked
past the outer curtain.  He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me
looking at him.  I just smiled.  He smiled back and left.

     "Bout time," the last guy waiting said, and walked into the
stall.  What was I going to do?  Another guy for Anne?  The new guy
opened the shower curtain.  I could clearly see Anne because he had
only closed the outer curtain about 1/3 of the way.  She had a look of
surprise on her, but she glanced down at his rising dick and just
smiled.  He stepped into the still-running shower and grabbed her
tits.  He was too interested in my wife to remember to close the
second curtain.  Because of this, I had a clear view of their
activities.  As the stranger massaged Anne's breasts, she slowly
reached for his cock.  She stared at it and stroked it.

     My concentration was broken when two of the other guys walked in
front of me on their way out of the room.  Gazing back at my wife, I
saw she was now on her knees sucking the guy's cock.  She was going at
it fast and furious.  Her head moved back and forth, as the water
sprayed both of them.  Her hands moved to his butt, and she squeezed
his cheeks.  Another guy left the room.  I saw her stretch his checks
and start to play with his asshole.  He moaned.  The last two guys in
the showers left, leaving only Anne, the stranger, and me in the room.
After a minute or so, the guy started to breath heavy, his butt
tightened and I could tell (but not see) that he was cumming.  His
load went right into my wife's mouth.  Even in the rain of the shower,
some of the jizz dribbled out of the corner of her mouth.  After
sucking him dry, she stood up.  He looked wobbly, but left the shower.
He grabbed his towel and made a mad dash out of the room.  I don't
think he even noticed me.

     Anne stood under the water for moment until she looked out of the
stall and saw me.  Now dressed, I sat there staring and smiling.  She
smiled back and turned off the water.  "Wow," was all she said.

     "You are one hot slut, hon."

     She giggled and stepped out of the shower.  "That was the most
exciting sex I have ever had."

     "I know," I answered.  "It was pretty damn exciting for me too."
I stood up to reveal the huge tent in the front of my shorts.  "Did
that first guy make you cum a lot?"

     Pausing for a moment, she said, "No.  I haven't cum yet."

     "Well.let me take care of that for you."  I reached out and
grabbed her by the hand.  I guided her to the bench and had her sit.
I spread her legs, got down on the floor in front of her, and started
to lick her wet pussy.  It was a weird sensation to lick a pussy full
of juice, water, and jizz.  It was tasty.  Her lips were open and her
clit was huge.  I didn't care if anyone would walk in on us, and I
don't think she cared either.

     My tongue went up and down her lips and eventually settled on her
clit.  I licked and sucked her little red button for several minutes
until I knew she was about to cum.  Her breathing increased.  She
started to say, "Yess.  Yessss."  Anne came on my face.  Her pussy
spasmed, forcing the cum in it to spill out onto my face.  I licked
that up.  Eventually, she calmed down, and I pulled back.

     Standing up, I looked at my naked, beautiful wife.  I smiled
knowing that she was mine and that we were in love.  She smiled back.
I gave her clothes and gathered our things.  When she was ready, I
went ahead to scout.  The coast was clear and we made it back to our
room without incident.  The day and night had been exhausting.
Quickly, we fell asleep.

     The next morning while shaving, Burt came into the bathroom.  We
exchanged glances.  "Leaving today?" he asked.

     "No, my wife and I going tomorrow morning.  I have a late meeting
today."

     "Guess you'll be the only ones left here besides us coaches.  All
the kids are leaving today.  We get a quiet weekend."

     "How many of you coaches are there?"

     "There's about 25 guys and 15 girls.  They put us all on this
floor."

     "Not with the kids?"

     "No.  Thankfully, we just coached the athletics.  There are
others who act as chaperons in the dorms."

     "I see."

     I was about to leave, when Burt said to me, "We're having a
little party tonight.  We're getting a keg here on the floor.  We
won't be too loud, but you are invited."

     "Won't you get in trouble with the keg?" I asked.

     "No way.  We're the ones in charge."

     "Well, thanks for the invite.  Maybe we'll stop by."  Later in
the day, I mentioned to Anne about the party and she said we should
go.  It had been a long time since she had been at a "kegger."

     The record-setting heat wave continued as the conference dragged
to a close with me finishing things up.  The bulk of the committee
work and the main speakers had been on Wednesday and Thursday.  Some
how, I had gotten the last slot for on the speakers' list-5:30pm on
Friday.  Since my presentation was important to my career, I had no
choice but to do it then.  Other attendees could have cared less, so I
spoke to a mostly empty room.  I swear the only reason most people
were there was because their flights didn't leave until 8pm.  The
speech went well; I even fielded a few questions from the small
audience.  After I concluded, I chatted with two people I knew from
previous meetings-Sandy from San Jose and Colin from Albany.  Through
our talk I learned that they would not be leaving until tomorrow too,
so I suggested that we all go out to dinner that night.  It as turned
out that Sandy was staying in the dorms; in fact she was on the same
floor of Henday Hall as we were, but in a different corridor.  Colin
and his wife, Laurie were stay at a hotel.  We agreed to meet around
7:15pm at a restaurant that someone had recommended to me.  It was a
casual place with lots of atmosphere and great food, in the "artsy"
part of town.

     Anne was happy we were not going to dinner alone.  She had also
heard that the restaurant we were going to was pretty quirky.  She
said we should wear our "party clothes" since the eatery was casual
and we might go to a party afterwards.  This meant that I wore my silk
Hawaiian shirt and some shorts, and Anne wore a nice shirt and her
very short, wraparound skirt.  Sandy was surprised to see dressed so,
but once she did, she quickly changed from her business clothes into a
casual skirt and top.  The three of us drove together and met Colin
and Laurie at the restaurant.  Their clothes clashed with ours; they
wore long pants and golf shirts.

     The place was casual and quirky.  It was also jumping.  We had to
wait 30 minutes for a table, but we didn't mind.  The crowd was
diverse but composed mostly young professional types.  We all guzzled
down a drink before we were seated.  By the time we got our food,
Colin, Anne and Sandy all had three drinks in them and were feeling
pretty happy and a bit goofy.  Everyone loosened up.  Colin and Laurie
were in their mid 40's and had been married for about 20 years.  Colin
was about 5'10", liked to play racquetball, and had dark hair with a
touch of gray.  Laurie was definition of petit-5'1", and a size 2.
She was thin, but not skinny.  Sandy was in her late 30's.  She was
divorced and had two kids back in California.  She was about 5'6" and
of "normal" proportions.  By that I mean that she had a little bit of
meat on her bones, but she wasn't fat; she was Hollywood "fat" like
Janeane Garofalo.  In other words, she was shaped like a woman, not
like a board with some boobs.

     We all had a fun time talking about the conference, its attendees
and the Edmonton.  Eventually, the talk returned to the fact that
Sandy, Anne and I were staying in the dorm.  Laurie explained that she
couldn't do that because it was too juvenile.  She liked staying in
nice hotels.  Sandy countered that it was really cheap and that it was
clean and safe.  Anne added that it was nostalgic.  It was like being
19 again.  We all laughed at this and told each other stories of our
reckless youth and living in dorms.  As our meal wound down, I
mentioned the kegger happening on our floor.  Stories were told by all
about dorm parties that were good, or bad, but mostly, with hindsight,
funny.  I suggested that we all should go to the party and hang out
with the kids.  Laurie sounded hesitant, but Colin said it sounded
like fun.  Sandy said her interactions with the kids on her hall were
positive; they treated her nicely and were reasonably courteous.  I
said the kids on hall treated Anne well too.  Anne shot me a big grin
with that comment.  After a little more discussion, it was agreed that
we would all stop into the party, and see what was what.  We also
agreed that we would all leave after a half hour or so.  We were
curious more than enthusiastic.

     After leaving the restaurant, Colin and Laurie followed us back
to campus.  Laurie said she was going to feel weird parading in the
front doors of the dorm, but we assured her that we had keys and would
use the side entrance.  We also agreed that we would go up to our
floor and that I would go scout the party out.  If it looked bad or
awkward, I would report back and we would bail on the idea.  We took
the elevator up, and when the doors opened on to the 7th floor, we
were greeted not by smoke, loud music and barfing kids, but by sounds
from the lounge of people watching tv, some music, and the din of
voices.

     Hesitantly, I went over to the lounge, which was in the apex of
floor, across from the elevator.  Tentatively, I opened the door and
looked in.  There I saw about 25 people hanging out; some where
talking, some (mostly guys) were watching a CFL game, and some (mostly
women) were dancing in a corner.  I also noticed a keg, lots of
snacks, and small hint of pot in the air.  Burt saw me before I saw
him, and he came over.  "Dude, glad you made it.  Have a beer."

     "Ah, thanks.  Say, umm, I brought my wife and a couple of
friends, mind if they come?"

     "No.  The more the merrier."

     I returned to the elevators and told the others about the
situation.  They seemed to think it sounded okay.  Besides, as Colin
said, "I could use another beer."

     No one other than Burt paid much attention to us as we walked in.
I made the introductions around; Burt put on a big smile for Anne.  He
walked us over to the keg and food and invited us to drink and eat.
We did so.  Burt went back to the game, and the five of us wandered
over to the people talking.  Sandy recognized some of the gals from
her hall, and we struck up a conversation.  It centered mostly on life
in college.  Us old folks related a few stories of our own, to the
youngsters' amusement.  Time past.  The game ended and most of the
guys left.

     Eventually only ten of us were left-Anne, myself, Colin, Laurie,
Sandy, Burt, Shelly (the woman who was with Burt the other night),
Fred (the guy Anne gave a blowjob to in the shower), Matt, and Ivan.
We sat in a big circle, drinking, eating and talking.  We were all
pretty drunk.  Somehow the topic of drinking games came up.  Matt said
we should play `Truth or Dare Quarters'.  I knew what `Quarters' was,
but not the game he was talking about.

     "Everyone takes turns trying to bounce a quarter into a cup.  If
you get it in, the next person tries.  If you miss, you take a swig of
beer.  But also with this game, on top of that you have to answer a
question or do a dare.  You chose `Truth' or `Dare'.  Now the last
person that missed gets to ask the question or the dare.  The answer
or the dare lasts for at most three minutes.  You can decline a
painful question, but the group can override you.  The group can also
say when you are bullshiting us and we can make you say or do more.
If you refuse, you gotta leave."

     In our inebriated state, we all said it sounded like fun.  But
first came a bathroom break.  While taking a piss, I asked Matt what
kind of questions get asked.  "Mostly about sex, stupid.  It is a fun
game to play with chicks.  The key is to use a small cup so that
people miss."

     "And the dares?"

     "Depends on how people are feeling."  Devious thoughts ran
through my head.  Luckily I ended my piss, because my dick was getting
hard.

     We all returned to the room.  Matt produced the quarter and the
cup.  He wasn't kidding about the cup, for it was a shotglass.
"Everyone gets one practice bounce this first time around."  Matt
demonstrated how to do it, and then began.  He put the quarter right
in the cup.  Ivan did too, so did Colin.  Sandy came next and missed.

     "Pick `Truth' or `Dare'," Matt said.

     "Truth."

     Matt asked, "Where's the most unique place you have ever had
sex?"

     Sandy blushed and paused.  "Come on, answer," we shouted.

     "At work," she said.

     Anne said, "More!  Details."

     Slowly Sandy said, "It was about ten years ago.  My then husband
stopped by unexpectedly around lunchtime.  For some reason, I was in a
playful mood, and our kissing accelerated, to the point that we were
making out in my office.  Finally, I had to close my door and we had
sex on my desk.  It was great."  We cheered when she finished.

     Burt was up next and he missed.  He said `truth' and Sandy asked
him, "How many women have you been with and who was the best?"

     He didn't hesitate, saying, "Twelve.  The best. probably Betty.
She had huge tits and knew how to deep-throat my cock.  She loved to
fuck.  Plus, it was really exciting cause she was 35 and married."

     Anne made it but I missed.  Burt asked me, "What is your biggest
sexual fantasy?"

     I figured I would never see these people again, so didn't hold
back; I said, "I would love to go with my wife to one of those adult
bookstores that has videobooths in the back.  The booths would have
gloryholes-you know holes between the booths so you can have anonymous
sex with the person next door.  Then my wife and I would have a
contest as to who could suck the most cocks."  I smiled.  Several of
the young guys were surprised.  Colin and Laurie cheered.  Anne leaned
over and tongue kissed me.

     Laurie was next and she missed.  I asked her, "Same question.
Tell us your biggest sexual fantasy."

     "Well," she said, "I dream that I am alone somewhere, when I am
grabbed by two strangers.  They blindfold me, tie me up and use me."

     "Use you how?" Ivan asked.

     "Ummm. they fuck me."

     "Is that it?" asked Sandy.

     "Umm. no.  They make me suck them and," she said in soft voice,
"they fuck my ass."  Cheers went up from the crowd.  "They leave me
laying there until my husband finds me.  He then cleans off their cum
with his tongue."  More cheers.  I looked at Colin, who was turning
red.

     Fred, Shelly, Matt and Ivan made it.  Colin missed.  Laurie said
him, "Now it is your turn hon, tell us all your biggest sexual
fantasy."

     Colin hesitated.  "It is just like my wife's."

     "Explain," Laurie said.

     "I want to be grabbed by a couple of guys, blindfolded, tied up
and fucked."

     "In the ass?" Shelly asked.

     "Yes," Colin said quietly, "and in the mouth."  Howls.

     Sandy was next and missed.  She was asked the same question.  "I
want to be with two men at once.  I want them to worship my body and
treat me tenderly."  Applause.

     Burt missed.  He chose `dare'.  Sandy said, "Using your hands,
find out who has the biggest cock here."  He hesitated.  "Go on," she
said.  We echoed her comment.

     Slowly Burt got up.  "Okay, boys, drop em."  Being pretty drunk,
we obeyed.  My cock was rock hard when Burt grabbed it and measured it
with a napkin.  Slowly he moved from guy to guy.  I remained standing
there with my pants down and dick out.  The women were getting a good
laugh out of the situation, but also were staring at our cocks.
Eventually, Burt announced that Ivan had the biggest.

     Anne was next and she missed.  Burt asked what her biggest
fantasy was.  She said, "I want to go to an orgy.  Not a gangbang, and
orgy, with lots of men and women around.  At some point, I want to be
the center of attention.  I want to feel everyone's body against
mine."  Cheers from the crowd.

     I made it, so did Laurie and Fred, but Shelly missed.  Anne asked
her about her favorite fantasy.  "I want to go down on a woman.  I
want to lick her until she screams.  I want her to cum all over my
face!"

     The next person to miss was Burt (I swear he was missing
purposefully).  Shelly asked him, "Tell us about your most wild sexual
experience you have had in the last few months."

     Burt looked over at Anne, and I knew what was coming.  "It
happened yesterday."  Anne gasp.  "After we got done with ceremony, we
went to take showers.  Everyone was there, so I had to wait.  Chris,"
he pointed to me, "came out of one of the stalls, so I went into that
one.  Who should I find taking a shower in the Men's Bathroom, but
Anne."  Everyone laughed.  "She just stood there, then suddenly, this
strange lady was grabbing my dick.  Next thing you know, I am fucking
her right there in the shower.  All the guys could hear it.  They
thought I was jerking off, but I was fucking Anne.  Man, that was
fantastic."  He leaned over to Anne and kissed her on the mouth.  She
kissed him back.  People cheered.

     Anne was next and she missed.  With a devilish smile she said,
"Dare."

     Burt said, "I dare you to get on this table and do a striptease
for us.  Remember, you only have three minutes."

     She thought for a second, and said, "Okay.  Chris, time me.
Sandy, put some music on."  We all cleared off the table.  I adjusted
my watch.  Sandy put on a song with a strong beat.

     "Go girl!" I said and started my watch.

     My beautiful wife twirled around, leaned in seductively at
several of the guys.  Her hands went to shirt and slowly she started
to unbutton it.  The crowd cheered.  After undoing all of the buttons,
she opened one side of her blouse then the other.  "Two minutes left,"
I said.  She spun around and her blouse floated to the ground.  Ivan
picked it up and started to twirl it.  The nine of us cheered her on
as she reached under her skirt.  Slowly she lowered her underwear.
All the while, she was smiling and looking people in the eye.  The
underwear came off.  She twirled it on her fingers then flung it at
Shelly.  Shelly yelled.  My wife moved around the table and bent over.
She put her back to Burt and bent over without bending her knees.  We
could see her ass perfectly and the hint of her pussy.  "One minute,"
I said.  Anne picked up speed.  She dropped the shoulder straps of her
bra, then unhooked it, but left it in place.  She took it off with one
hand while covering her tits with the other.  She threw the bra to
Fred.  Using both hands, she grabbed her breasts and started to shake
them.  She moved around and pointed her nipples at each of us as she
shook.  "Thirty seconds."  Anne moved her hands down to the top of her
skirt, and slowly pushed it down.  She acted like a pro.  She lowered
her skirt down without bending her knees, displaying her ass too Ivan
and Colin.  My dick was so hard, it felt like it was going to explode.
The skirt came off and Anne kicked it to me.  She then twirled and
moved her hands all over herself.  The last thing she did was get down
on the table and lay on her back.  She put her legs high in the air
then moved them opened and closed, while she was squeezing her tits.
"Time's up!"  There was a thunderous cheer.  I stood and clapped.  The
other eight joined me.  Anne stood back up and curtsied to us.

     She got down from the table and sat back on the couch next to me.
I handed her her skirt and kissed her long and hard.  The music was
still blaring.  "You were incredible.  You should do this for a
living," I said.

     She smiled and laughed, saying, "You wish.  Clothes," she
demanded.  "Give them back."  Only Ivan gave back her shirt.  "Come on
guys, give me back my bra and underwear."

     The guys laughed and said, "Later."  I think Anne was too drunk
to argue, so she put her top on without a bra.

     A bathroom break was declared.  I ran off and took care of
business, as did most everyone else.  Going back into the room, I was
surprised to find only Ivan, Matt and Sandy.  The music was still
playing, so they did not hear me.  The two guys were right up next to
Sandy, when she put her arms behind them and pulled them toward her.
They kissed her face.  Their hands went to her tits.  "Wow!" was all I
could think.  I backed quietly out the room.  I could stand outside
the door, crack it, and watch them.  Things were heating up quickly.
Suddenly, Burt was next to me, "Whatcha doin'?"

     "Take a peek," I said.

     He did.  "Wow."

     Fred and Colin appeared and wanted to know what was going on.
They took a look.  "They've moved to the couch, and they took Sandy's
bra off," Fred reported.  The other three women came out from the
bathroom and we told them about the scene in the lounge.  All three
wanted to see.  Shelly reported that Ivan was now going down on Sandy
and Matt was sucking on her tits.  We all gathered towards the door.
I got in behind Laurie; because of height differential, I could see
over her.  She backed up a little, bumped her butt into my crotch, and
hence my raging hard-on.  She turned her head and smiled at me.  I
moved in closer and ground my cock into her ass.  She pushed back.  I
looked over, and saw that Shelly and Colin were crowding my wife.  The
scene inside the room was heating up rapidly, as Sandy, Matt and Ivan
started to disrobe.

     It was at this time that my wife suggested, "We shouldn't be rude
and stand here in the hall and watch them."  There was a small grunt
of disappointment from someone.  She continued, "We should go inside
and join them."  With that, she walked into the room, and we all
followed her.

     I stayed close to Laurie.  Grabbing from her behind and pulling
her towards me, I whispered in her ear, "Your fantasy was made my dick
hard.  How'd you like to be ravaged by strangers right now?"

     She grinned then leaned in to kiss me.  Our lips locked.  She
pulled back and whispered back to me, "Yes.  You and Burt.  Do me
now!"

     By now, Ivan, Sandy and Matt noticed us. Sandy sat up suddenly
and looked embarrassed.  But Ivan was still licking her pussy, and she
quickly succumb to his tongue and lay back down.  Shelly grabbed Anne
and led her over to one of the other couches.  I watched as she knelt
down in front of the sitting Anne.  Shelly lifted Anne's skirt and
spread my wife's legs.  She moved her face in and started to go down
on her.  My wife responded by scooting forward and closing her eyes.
Colin, Fred, and Burt watched and started to move toward the two
women.

     I grabbed Burt by the arm, and said, "Hey, how'd you like to help
out Laurie."

     He smiled broadly, saying, "Sure.  Anything for a lady."

     "Do you have some rope and something we can use as a blindfold?"

     "I guess.  In my room."

     "Be quick and get it."  He ran off.

     In the mean time, I cuddled behind Laurie, whispering in her ear,
"Give me a `safe' word."

     "Safe word?"

     "Yeah.  Some word that when you say it, we know that are not
kidding.  Otherwise, we won't stop."  She looked at me questioningly.
"This is mostly acting, so we have to know when we are really hurting
you."

     "Oh.  Okay.  How `bout, `banana'."

     "Works for me."  I went back to grinding my cock into her butt.
Meanwhile, on the couches, things were getting hotter.  Ivan was now
slamming his dick in and out of Sandy, while she sucked on Matt.  My
wife was still getting a tonguing from Shelly, but Colin and Fred had
moved on either side of her.  Her shirt was wide open and they fondled
her tits.  Colin had stripped naked, but Fred still had clothes on.
Fred was kissing Anne.  Slowly Colin took over for Fred, as he shed
his clothes.  Colin kissed my wife on the mouth then moved down to her
neck and started to lick and kiss it.  She squirmed with delight.

     Burt reappeared with some small rope and a bandana.  "This work?"

     "I think so.  Where should we . do this?"

     "How bout the laundry room," Laurie volunteered.

     The three us walked out into the main hall.  The laundry room was
next to the elevator.  "Okay," I said, "why don't you pretend you're
waiting for laundry.  In fact, here's fifty cents to run the drier.
This will make it more realistic.  Sit with your back to the door;
we'll do the rest."

     Laurie was shaking with excitement, "Sounds good."

     "Remember, your safe word is `banana'."

     "I won't forget."  She went into the room and closed the door.

     "'Safe word'," Burt asked.

     "Yeah.  Dude this is for fun, but we are supposed to be mean and
rough.  If she says `banana' then she is not kidding.  We need to
stop.  No joking.  Otherwise, whatever she says is an act."  Burt
understood.  "Just follow my lead once we're in there.  I'll put my
hand over her mouth, you grab her hands and tie.  Try to disguise your
voice."

     "Gotcha."

     We slowly approached the door.  The drier was running.  I slowly,
quietly opened the door.  True to form, Laurie was sitting in the
middle of the room on a chair, reading some old magazine she found.
We were as quiet as can be and we approached her.  As quick as I could
I grabbed her and put my hand over her mouth; she immediately
stiffened and tried to stand up.  Burt was right next to me and
grabbed her arms and put them behind her.  He began to tie her up.
"Scream and we'll kill you, bitch," I said in a gruff voice.  I put
the blindfold over her eyes.

     Taking away my hand from her mouth, she said, "Whatever you want,
I'll give it to you.  My purse is on the table."

     "We want you honey!" I laughed.

     Burt chimed in, "We're not gonna hurt you.  In fact you may even
like it."

     "No.  Please.  I am married."

     "All the better!" I said.  I began to maul her small tits.  "You
like that, don't you bitch?"

     She moaned, but said, "No please, don't."

     "She's wearing too many clothes," Burt said in a rough tone.

     "Yeah!"  We stood her up, and undid her pants and yanked them
off.  Her shoes and underwear came with them.  Next we took her shirt
and raised it over her head.  Because her hands were tied in back of
her, the shirt remained on her arms, down by her wrists.  The same
thing happened to her bra, which was front hooking.  She stood there
naked, and we laughed.  "Now we're gonna have some fun," I said as I
ran the palm of my hand over her pubes.

     Burt and I groped her tits with force.  We squeezed her nipples
hard.  "Banana," Laurie said.  We backed off.  We resumed feeling her
up but not so hard.  She said nothing.

     "My dick is ready," I said.  Still standing, we moved her over to
table and bent her over it.  We angled her so diagonally across the
table so her head was off the other side.  I moved around to her head,
fished out my cock and put it to her lips.  "Suck it good," I said.
She opened her mouth and I slid in it.  I began to saw in and out.  It
felt great.  I was being fairly forceful.  Every now and then, I would
pull completely out, giving her a chance to breathe correctly and to
stop us, if she wanted.  She said did not use her safe word.

     In the meantime, Burt was fingering her pussy.  He stood back,
and dropped his pants.  "She is ready," he declared.  With that, he
moved up to her and shoved his cock inside her.  "She is so wet."  He
began moving in and out her.

     I pulled my cock out of her mouth.  I thought she might say her
safe word, but instead she said, "No please!  That is for my husband
only!"

     "Well it's mine now, slut!"

     I put my cock back in her mouth.  My tempo increased.  I knew I
was going to cum soon.  I pulled out, and told her, "I am going to cum
in your mouth and you better swallow, if you know what is good for
you."

     "No!!  I hate the taste of sperm."

     "Tough luck," and I pushed my cock as far as I could into her
mouth.  I started to cum.  Some went down her throat.  I pulled out,
but kept cumming.  Some landed on her tongue, but I purposely shot a
lot of it on her face.  It was a big load and she looked like a mess
with my cum dripping off her nose and chin.

     Burt announced, "I am going to cum too!"  He shoved his dick all
the way in her.

     Laurie moaned.  Her voice change.  "Yes.  Yes!  Cum inside me!"
He did.

     He backed off and we all took a breather.  After a few moments,
Laurie started to wiggle around, and she announced to my surprise, "I
want more."  Her declaration brought my cock back to life.

     It was now my turn to fuck her, but I wanted her tight little
ass.  "You want more, eh?  Good.  I knew you were a slut!"  I walked
behind her.  Burt's cum was dripping from her pussy.  I moved in and
put the head of my cock against her open lips.  I rubbed it up and
down.  I plunged in for about three strokes so as to lube up my cock.
Then I withdrew and place the head against her butthole.

     "No!" she screamed.  "Not there!  Not even my husband gets that."

     "Well, tonight, I get it!"  Slowly, I pressed against her.  I was
surprised to feel her open up; she must do this often enough so as to
relax like this.  I was expecting her to say the safe word, but she
didn't.  Inch by inch, I moved into her, until I was all the way
inside.  I paused.  She moaned.  Then I started to move in and out.
She moaned more.

     "Yesss!  Fuck my ass!" Laurie said.  I did.

     Burt had recovered, and moved to her mouth.  She quickly took him
in and began to suck.  I picked up my tempo.  At one point, Burt and I
were all the way; Laurie was filled.  Her asshole contracted a little
to hold my cock in place.  It was then that I came for the second
time.  Burt let out a yelp, and came down her throat.

     I felt momentarily spent.  We backed off and looked at Laurie.
She just had her wildest fantasy come true; she had been ravaged by
two strangers.  And yet she began to squirm again.  "More," she said.
Burt and I looked at each other and breathed a heavy sigh.

     It was at that moment that he looked over at the door with
concern.  I turned around.  Standing there in tee-shirts and shorts
were three guys who had left the party earlier.  Each of them had big
tents in the front of their shorts.  I gave Burt a nod, but also
turned to the guys and put my finger to my mouth in a shushing manner.
Burt and I walked over to them.  I still had my dick out of my shorts.
Burt was naked from the waist down.  But the guys weren't looking at
me, they were staring at Laurie.

     One said softly, "Burt, what the hell is going on?"

     "Yeah," said another, "and can we get in on it?"

     I said, "Yeah, but you have to be quiet."  They nodded.  "Now,
this is Laurie and she is a friend.  We are helping her with her
little rape fantasy.  You can use any hole you want, but leave her
tied up and blindfolded."  They grinned.  "Also, and this is THE most
important thing, if she says `banana' you have to stop.  That is her
word to let you know she doesn't like it.  Otherwise, everything else
she says is an act."  They agreed.

     "MORE!" Laurie shouted.  "I need more cock inside me!"

     With that, I let the three guys by me.  They stripped, and
immediately went at her.  One started fucking her while another got
head.  I looked at Burt and we both smiled.

     "I want to go back and see how Anne is doing," I said.  "You make
sure things are okay here.  Let us know when they are done."

     "Okay.  Plus I want a shot at her ass too."

     I went into the hall and back into the lounge.  The scene had
shifted a bit.  Sandy was now on all fours on the floor.  Ivan was
getting his dick sucked while Matt fucked her.  When I walked in, she
looked up at me and said, "You're missing all the fun."  She went
right back to Matt's cock.

     "I had some fun of my own," I told her.

     The other four were all intertwined.  What surprised, and turned
me on the most was the fact that Shelly and Anne were 69ing.  Anne was
on top, but shifted to one side.  At the same time, Colin was fucking
Anne from behind, and Fred was in a contorted position, fucking Shelly
in the ass.  My wife looked up at me for a moment and smiled.  I could
see cum all over her face.  This was obviously round two or three.
After all, they had been going at it for over 45 minutes.

     I pulled up a chair and watched the action.  Slowly, my dick
began to rise again.  I pulled off my shirt, shorts, and shoes and was
temporarily content with being a voyeur.

     In a few minutes, both Matt and Ivan came inside of Sandy.
Exhausted, they sat back on the couch.  Sandy rolled on to her side,
looking at Anne and other three.  She glanced over at me, smiled and
waved me over.  I got down next to her.  We kissed.  I could taste the
guys' cum.  Our tongues danced.  She rolled over on her back and
spread her back.  "Make me cum," she whispered to me.  I moved one
hand down to her pussy.  It was leaking cum from the guys, but also
juices from Sandy.  I began to rub her clit.  She moaned.  "College
was never like this," she said.  I laughed and rubbed her faster.  I
used my other hand to play with her tits.  It took just a few more
minutes for her start to moaning and groaning.  "Yes.  I'm cumming!
Cumming!!" she announced.  Her body started to shake.  After about 30
seconds, she stopped, opened her eyes, looked at me and removed my
hand from her crotch.  "Thank you."  We kissed.

     After breaking our embrace, we looked over at Anne, Shelly, Fred
and Colin.  Each was resting in one position or another.  Anne and I
locked eyes.  We smiled at each other.  I crawled over to her.
"Happy?" I asked.

     "Very."  We kissed.  I tasted pussy juice and more cum.  I put my
hand down toward her crotch, but she stopped me.  "I am feeling a
little too sensitive right now."  We cuddled.

     Burt walked back in the room, naked.  He chuckled looking around,
and gave me a nod.  I turned to Colin, and asked, "Dude, where's your
wife?"

     He sat straight up and looked around.  With worry, he asked,
"Yeah, where is she?"

     "I don't know.  Maybe we should go look for her."  With that, I
said to everyone, "Let's go look for Laurie."  I pulled up my wife and
gave Fred a hand.  Naked, we went into the hall.

     We let Colin lead the way.  "Laurie?" he said in a loud voice.
No reply.  "Laurie?"  We heard a small voice.

     "Dude," Burt said, "I think she is in the laundry room."

     We walked over to it, and Colin charged in, with all eight of us
close behind.  The sight was something.  The three guys had rolled her
over on her back, stripped her completely naked except for the
blindfold, and tied her hands to the corners of the table.  Her face
and pussy were covered with cum.  Colin was surprised, asking, "Honey,
what happened?"  He moved to untie her.

     "A gang of men grabbed me.  They raped me," she said in fake sob.
"They even fucked my ass!"  By now she was untied, sitting up, and had
the blindfold off.  Laurie and Colin hugged.

     "It's okay baby.  Are you hurt?"

     "No, but honey, they fucked me!  I'm sorry."

     "It's not your fault.  This won't count.  It wasn't your fault,"
he repeated.

     "But look, I am so dirty."  She meant she was covered with cum.

     Colin must have realized it was her fantasy come true, because he
said, "It's okay honey, I'll clean you up."  With that, he started to
tongue the cum off her face.  It was at this point that Laurie noticed
she had an audience.  She merely smiled at us as her husband licked
cum off her neck.  Slowly he made his way down to her pussy.

     "Don't miss any of it," she commanded.  He went at it like a
starving man goes after a meal.

     While this was going on, I was rubbing up against Anne.  Burt was
rubbing his cock against Sandy's butt.  Fred, Ivan and Matt had pulled
Shelly on to the ground and were fucking her every which way.

     After about 5 minutes, Colin stopped.  He got up and kissed his
wife.  Anne and I had merely watched the whole thing.  Burt had Sandy
bent over and was fucking her ass.  Soon after Colin stopped licking,
Burt exploded into her butt, both of them grunting like animals.  The
three guys were still going at it with Shelly.  Fred was fucking her
good while Ivan and Matt were getting their dicks sucked.  Anne and I
watched with excitement as the four's orgasms hit.  First Shelly
started to shake and moan.  Then Fred yelled, "I'm cumming!" and held
his dick inside the coed.  Finally, the two guys at Shelly's head
pulled back and jerked their cocks to orgasms on her face.  She opened
her mouth wide, and accepted what juice flew into it.

     That was pretty much the end of things.  It was late and we all
were tired.  We gathered up our clothes.  Colin and Laurie accepted
our proposition to sleep in our room.  None of the ten of us got
dressed as we went our separate ways.

     We slept in later than we wanted.  Anne and I had hoped to hit
the road early (6am) so as to start our trip off right.  But, the four
of us rolled over around 7:15am.  We all were still naked and had
embarrassed grins on our faces.  I was the first to speak; "That was a
great party.  College was never like this when I lived in the dorms."
Everyone laughed.

     Colin and Laurie got dress.  We said our goodbyes.  "Hope to see
you at the next conference," Laurie said to Anne.

     "Me too."

     Laurie came and kissed me on the lips.  "Thanks for everything
last night."

     "Anytime I can help out someone make their dreams come true, it
is a pleasure for me."  We laughed.

     Anne, wearing only a long tee-shirt, accompanied them down the
hall; she had to go to the bathroom.  When she returned, we agreed
that we had to take showers and leave.  She also mentioned she saw
Sandy in the bathroom.

     We grabbed our towels.  After last night, I was feeling embolden,
so I did not put clothes, I just wrapped the towel around my waist.
Anne pulled the shirt off, and did the same.  We walked to the
bathrooms.  I turned to go in the Men's Room when Anne stopped me.
"Hold on a second."  She looked down the other hall.  Sandy came out
of a room, carrying her shower things, and walked to us.  "Ready?"
Anne asked of her.

     "Ready," she said.

     With that, the two of them walked past me into the Men's Room.  I
was surprised.  They moved into the shower room.  All was quiet.  The
two women sat on the benches and got naked.  I looked at them with
awe.  "Don't just stand there," Anne said to me, "come join us in a
shower."  The three of us went into a stall and turned on the hot
water.  It felt good.  So did they.  The stall was small for two
people and down right tight for three, but we made do.  We had lots of
fun soaping each other up and rubbing our bodies against one another.
My dick got hard, but it was also sore from the night before's
activities.

     As much as I was enjoying myself, my thoughts turned to my
vacation.  "We should hit the road soon," I said as I walked out of
the shower.

     "I guess your right," Anne said.  She hugged Sandy one last time
and exited the shower.  We sat on the benches drying ourselves.  I was
watching Sandy as she started to wash her hair (we had not closed the
curtains).

     Noises came from the other room, and soon after five guys entered
the shower room, including Burt, Matt, and Ivan.  We exchanged
pleasantries, as the guys stared at my naked wife.  I looked at Burt,
and said, "It sure was nice of you to invite us to your little party
last night.  We sure had fun."

     "Any time.  You two heading out?"

     "Right now.  By the way, this shower," I pointed to the one with
Sandy in it, "is nice and hot.  You boys should try it."

     Burt walked over, looked inside, smiled, and disrobed.  "Thanks."
To the others, he said, "Those other showers suck, try this one."  He
joined Sandy.

     I heard her say, "Oh hi!  Good to see you again."  The other guys
were in the midst of stripping when they peeked in at Burt.  I saw
their dicks rise.

     As we walked out of the shower room, I swiped Sandy's clothes.
"Don't worry, we'll put them in front of her door," I said to Anne.
Both of us had not bothered to wrap our towels around our bodies; we
merely flung them over our shoulders.  We walked down the hall to our
room.  All the other doors were closed and no one saw us.  Our last
bit of exhibitionism had gone unappreciated.

     We left the dorm within 30 minutes.  I stopped by Sandy's room to
give her her clothes, but she wasn't back yet.  "She must still be
having fun," I said to Anne.  "That shower room is always lots of
fun!"  We smiled at each other and started on our vacation.

I hope you enjoyed this story.  Please read my other ones.  As always,
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