Horizontal action in your own room.

Although you never were down here before - as there weren't any sub-basement floors in your dorm this very morning - you can still remember the way to your room. And now that you think about it, the floor layout is even the same as it was this morning, except you're no longer on the first upper floor, but on the lowest basement one.

Also, you're not operating a physical key anymore, but a clicker-key tied to your choker, as you walk into the room. Your swimming suit doesn't have pockets, after all.

You grin as the door opens to the same dorm room you left this morning. Except that the wardrobes are no longer there; now that they've moved to the locker rooms upstairs. All that is left in their stead, is hangers for swim suits. You see three pink ones, four purple ones, and thee orange ones hanging at the wall.

"What the hell!" exclaims Trisha. "Why doesn't my room look like this?" She runs to the single huge bed that essentially fills two thirds of the room. Paul also looks at your bed in awe. "Did you bribe someone for this monster bed? Hey wait, are you gals sleeping in there together each night?"

He checks out the installation and runs his hands over the soft silk sheets. Then Paul slips out of his sparkling white suit, and it is your turn to gasp. He has a rather hairy body, and because you see his personal color as white, his hair looks incredibly shiny and precious against the backdrop of his black skin. Paul dives headfirst onto the bed, and you close your eyes in embarrassment. He has tufts of white hair on his back, and it turns you on. So much. Less than 24 hours ago, you were a man yourself, and now just the thought of being with a virile stud like Paul is making pussy feel warm and moist.

Trisha strips slowly of her suit as well, and then she hangs it next to one of Casey's. You follow her example, while she still stands in front of the bed, marveling at the sight. "Why are there only pillows and no bedsheets?" she demands.

You push her into the bed and let yourself fall right next to her. Warm air begins to caress your naked body from the small slits all around the bed. "Ahhhh..." you sigh, simultaneous to the "Ohhhh..." from Trisha. You both giggle, comfortly laying on your backs.

Then a cock appears in your vision, as Paul looms over you with one leg standing behind your head, and the other behind Trisha's. "This is gorgeous, ladies!" He says, looking down at you both. You stare up at him and lick your lips with your two smaller tongues, while the tock in the middle begins to stiffen up as well. Trisha reaches over and for the first time, gingerly touches the tock.

Her gentle brushes and her admiration of your member result in a firm hard tock now, that Trisha begins to stroke less gentle, as she inspects it. "Wow. So silky smooth, just like my boyfriends'."

"Your boyfriend's?" you ask back, glad you're able to speak despite Trisha holding your tock now in both of her hands directly in front of her lovely face. You feel her hot breath mixing with the warm airflow from the walls. She finally kisses the sides of your tock, and you shiver in delight.