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Greetings. Here is another story from the Mind of H.D. Meister. If
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College Daze By: H.D. Meister (dez187lm@hotmail.com) May 04, 2000
Sometimes things work out perfectly. Sometimes shit happens. The trick
is to know which even happened: perfection or shit. This definitely
qualified as both.
Tori left me because she said she needed space. Which she did. Space
to bang every guy willing to risk his dick in her rancid twat. Bitter?
No. Just fact; she cheated on me from the onset of our relationship. I was
not in the mood to argue with her, so I let her go. I remember that day
clearly because of what happened afterwards.
My roommate, a nerdy looking black guy named Kevin, walked into the
apartment and went straight to his room. Nothing unusual there; he stayed
in front of his computer. When his door opened, I turned my head. He
still wore his baja and bluejeans. Still looked like a nerd. But the
three-foot glass bong in his hands was new.
"Heard you and that bitch finally parted ways. Wanna celebrate?" I took
his offer.
We got totally blind. I tried to remember to ask him where he got his
stash from; as an occasional pot smoker I always wanted to get the best for
my money. The incense, Opium I think he called it, burned freely, filling
the air. Pretty soon I found myself getting horny. Not wanting to upset
Kevin, Kev by this time, I told him I was going to the bathroom.
"Hoi!" I turned around. "Upstairs. Shelby. The plump red head. Her
roommate's ghost for the weekend."
"And how the fuck do you know so much?"
"You don't think I spent all of my time in front of my computer now." He
laughed, obviously pleased that he was successful in eluding me.
"OK. Let's say I give this chic a try. What's to say she won't freak
out and call the cops?"
"Because she smokes like a fiend. Because she banged a black guy.
Because she wants's a threesome. Started the day she saw us putting up the
tent last summer."
"I remembered that day. Hotter than a two-dollar whore, both of us
decided to lose the shirts. My body is fairly trim; Kev sported a paunch.
He looked like he could use some regular exercise. Bullshit; he's muscle
through and through.
"Ok. So I walk up there. Knock. Then what?"
"Tell her Quick sent you. Then get ready. Believe me, you won't ever
go back to those skinny things." I chuckled... but headed out anyway.
Now remember; I was higher than Christ. My head fuzzed. I faded in and
out of realities several times, and I had not reached her door yet. When I
did, I had a moment of clarity. Was I any different than Tori? Yes; I did
not fuck someone while claiming to love her. I did not cheat on her. A
sly smile pulled at my lips as I knocked on Shelby's door. She opened the
door, the scent of incense literally blinding me.
"Quick sent me," I said. I felt her hand grab my crotch; looks like the
nerd was right.
Shelby was not bad looking. I guess she was cute. You know... cute
like the girl next door. Cute like a puppy. Cute enough to fuck
senseless. Her body sported rolls, but not as many as I always expected.
In fact, the rolls seemed to be just overly curved natural beauty. She
pulled off her tie-die tee shirt, revealing a pair of plump tits, each
capped by a dark, hard nipple.
"Is Quick gonna join us?" she husked as she slid to her knees.
"Not tonight. I'm celebrating my new freedom."
"Ohhhh. Finally found out about Shelby?" She leaned forward and pulled
my pants down.
"You knew she was cheating on me?"
"Sure. She's fuck Gina several times."
"Your roommate Gina!" I exclaimed. She inhaled my cock, pushing any
clear thoughts out of my head and sending me straight into a really intense
high.
"MMMMmmmmmmmm." I no longer cared what she was saying. I humped my hips
forward, fucking her mouth. She deep throated me twice, running her tongue
around my hurting dick.
Pot makes cumming a chore. It takes forever. Right now I was glad of
that; I wanted to fuck this fat chic in the worst way. She seemed to sense
this. Pulling her mouth off my throbbing cock she rose and turned around,
all in one easy, practiced motion.
"Pick and choose, but hurry."
"Where's your pipe? I want another hit before I get to biz." She
produced a small spoon... and some of the greenest, most crystal laden,
red-haired weed I have seen. We took two deep hits, holding the smoke for
eons. As the last wisps of smoke left my lungs, I went universal. Shelby,
eyes barely open, assumed the position. Steadying herself on the back of
their couch, she smiled at me.
I rose and walked my hardon into her cunt. It was tight. Tighter than
it had all good reason to be. I checked; I was definitely in her cunt.
Wondering how big Kev was I plowed her cunt. I did not care if she wanted
our first romp to be slow and seductive; I was high and oh so horny. I
wanted to cum. Now.
She babbled nonsense. I understood every word, but I could not write
them down. They made sense, but would be total bullshit nonsense on paper.
I knew this, just as I knew that this was the best cunt in the realities. I
grabbed her tit, yanking a loud shout from her lips. Then her roommate
Gina walked in.
I knew Gina was gay. She looked gay. Never wore anything even remotely
feminine. Buzzed hair framed a face meant to be on a defensive lineman.
Too bad her body looked like mine... at age eight. No tits. No ass. No
hips. And Tori fucked that? I waved as I continued to plow Shelby.
"I'll never understand why you like guys. He's treating you like an
animal."
"Give... Him... one... try... bitch..." she stuttered. I stopped.
"Why not? She's already fucked my girl?" I pulled my dick out of Shelby
and faced Gina.
"You're high," she said. Something in her voice told me she was
interested. She shut the door and walked over to me, her best man-hater
face in place. But I was high. Being high let me see well into her soul.
There it was. Desire to try the other side of the fence. I wondered why,
but not for long.
Why she joined us I still do not know. IF I thought Shelby was tight,
Gina was non-existent. Even though she was soaked to the bone with
girlcum, I had a hard time fucking her. But I can say that she enjoyed it.
She told me so... just before taking a toke herself.
"Gina!" exclaimed Shelby. "Now you and Heather can do that fantasy
you've been ranting about?" I turned my head to Gina and cocked it to one
side.
"I get raped, and Heather takes care of me." I smiled, then winced. I
had yet to cum.
"Here. Let me take care of that." Shelby reached between her legs,
pulled me out of her cunt and pointed me to the forbidden land. It took
awhile to get used to, but I was fucking her asshole with the same
intensity... and same sense of impending orgasmic oneness... that I had
when I was balls deep in her cunt.
When I came, I was my orgasm. I was not my orgasm. There was something
sublime and meaningful in this. Too bad I was too high. I heard Shelby
scream. I felt her cum. I was her orgasm. How I managed to stumble home
is proof that God does like fools and little children.
The next day I suffered from a bad case of Swiss cheese brain. The
entire back of my skull felt like it was filled with a void. I was about
to leave for work when I saw Kev. He draped his duster on his body and
headed for work. The way he moved, slow and careful, told me I was not the
only one feeling funky.
Work went. Nothing really interesting happened until I punched out. I
headed for the bathroom just as I always do before leaving. Passing by
Miss Agatha Quincy's office, I heard the unmistakable sound of someone
moaning in pleasure. Just because I could, I silently opened her door a
crack. It was unlocked. I got spooked; Quincy was a sticker for locking
her door. Which meant either it was not her, or someone had joined her and
forgotten to lock up.
I peeked in and got a shock. There was Agatha steadily fucking Tori!
Man that whore got around. If it had been anyone else, I might have jacked
off to the scene. Shaking my head, I closed the door and headed out. I
just hope Agatha had not licked that rancid cunt; there is no telling where
it has been.
I drove home thinking about getting high again. Right as I pulled into
the apartment I saw Shelby. She waved, obviously heading out. I waved
back and headed inside. As soon as I opened the door I knew something was
going on. I smelled Opium.
Kev walked out of his room. Gina was right behind him. Both were
clothed; both were high.
"About time. Hit dis." I took several big tokes, hoping to catch up.
It did not take long.
"What brings you by here, Gina?"
"I wanted to clear Quick here. Seems I've been a bitch to him."
"Ah. She caught you and Shelby?"
'Many times, bro," he chuckled. "I take it that you've... sealed the
deal?"
"Oh HELL no! She said there's only been one guy, and she wants to keep
it that way." I stared at Gina.
Guys dream of converting a lesbian. I only wanted a quick fuck. She
just happened to be there and willing to share the experience with another
female. I did not love her. Hell... I barely knew her.
"Planning a repeat performance with this guy?" I asked. I saw the
mischief in Kev's eyes; he did not know the name of her one male dick.
Good. I smiled; payback is sweet.
"No." Pause. "At least not now." With that she left. Then I noticed;
she looked feminine. I liked the look.
"Well, good luck, Gina. And don't be a stranger!"
"Count on it."
"We've gotta get you a nickname. How does Slick catch ya?"
I laughed. Then a moment of clarity. I knew something. My lips moved.
My voice intoned a name. I knew it was mine. My true name. The name with
power.
"Butch. I am Butch."
Kev stared at me for an eternity, then laughed out loud.
That was six years ago. I ended up marrying Shelby. Shocked? Thought
it was Gina? Would have been. She moved away about three months after
that incident. I got one last night with her. So did Tori. I got Gina
first. Aside from being her last in-town lay, Tori was also the one
responsible for giving Gina AIDS. Gina snapped and killed herself. I wish
I had taken the time to become her friend before fucking her.
I lost touch with Kev. Sometimes Shelby and I sit and remember our good
friend. We never did have that threesome.
Tori died about three moths after Gina. Seems she went out cruising for
cock one night and never returned. I just wonder if the police will catch
the guy. He's walking around thinking he got away with rape and murder.
Probably has no idea she was infected. Double trouble.
I had just sent our kids off to their grandmothers, much to their
dismay. This weekend belonged to us. And the new three-foot bong we
bought. I was just about to light up when someone knocked on the door. I
walked tot the door, fully intent on killing the bastard that busted my
session with my wife. I yanked open the door and stood face-to-face with a
smiling black man. He sported a goatee and an expensive looking suit. He
also had a three-foot, very familiar looking bong in his hand.
"Here, Butch. Hit dis." I smiled and dragged my old friend into the
house. We had some catching up to do.
(dez187lm@hotmail.com)
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