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The Dorms at the University of Alberta
by Digger (digger87@excite.com)

***

My wife and I stay in the dorms for a conference. We 
try sexual dares including sex in the boy's showers and 
end with a big orgy with some of the camp councilors. 
(M+F+, exh, reluc, bi, orgy)

***

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 1/4 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 ¾ 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 locker rooms. 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 body wash, 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 déjà 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. 

As it turned out, 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 bull-shitting 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 shot glass. "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 video-
booths 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.

END

I hope you enjoyed this story. Please read my other 
ones. As always, your comments are appreciated. Send 
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of old stories to me: Digger87@excite.co

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