Moving in

I reappeared in my house to find Charlie and Thomas loading his things into her car (I made it an SUV temporarily to make things easier). Neither of them blinked at me appearing out of thin air, or commented on how I hadn't been there all morning; I was simply handed items seamlessly as I joined the effort and the conversation (mostly about checking they had everything and nothing was being forgotten). I knew my other family would also appreciate the help, so sent a clone over to help them, too. We finished up and had a nice lunch, during which Charlie couldn't resist talking about how the house already felt empty without Sarah. I comforted her with the usual 'this is how it's supposed to go' and 'all kids leave home eventually'. She tried to get Thomas to promise to come home on weekends, but of course he pretended not to hear. After lunch, we all piled in the car and drove over to the university (only about 20 min, since I made sure we hit every green and had no traffic). I wasn't that familiar with the campus, but fortunately they had put up a lot of helpful signage, and we easily found Thomas' dorm. Of course the best unloading spot possible was open for us to park in. We grabbed a few initial pieces of light luggage, with plans to come back with a moving cart for the rest, and headed inside.

The lobby was crowded, as people had to line up to get IDs and room assignments. Despite several tables having lines, there was one with no one waiting when we walked in. "Hi, welcome to UT," the girl manning the table said to Thomas as we walked up. She sounded familiar so I gave her a closer look. It was the girl I had fucked in the library while first testing Tom O'Malley! Laura... Linda... I couldn't remember... 'Lana' appeared above her head like a game character courtesy of Power. This time she was in a university t-shirt and pants. "Do you have your entry form?" she asked, and Thomas handed her the paper to scan. She pulled her shirt up, revealing she had no bra on and barring her nice boobs (which it occurred I hadn't seen them the first time) and rubbed the paper on them. The computer beeped in acknowledgement, and she pulled her shirt down. "Ok, Thomas Mallory" she looked at him to confirm and he nodded "please stand in front of the screen and we will take your ID picture." There were white photo stands on around the table cluster, and Thomas moved over to the indicated one. I looked around and saw some girls getting their pictures taken at other tables. They all pulled off their tops and bras (a few girls who were in one-piece outfits did their pictures in just panties). "Ok, on 3, say cheese," Lana said, picking up a dildo on a wire connected to the camera. She stuck it in her mouth, then held up a hand to count down, sucking on the plastic dick on zero to take the shot. After confirming the picture was ok (it was an ID, so ok was the best you could get), she unplugged the dildo and stuck it into the plastic cunt on the side of a large printer in the floor, thrusting once before withdrawing. "Ok that will print in a minute. Remember, your ID gets you into campus buildings, it's your meal card, your fuck pass, and it's also your room key now; we went electronic over the summer. Don't lose it; it's a $20 replacement fee. Your RA has a master for the floor, but no complaining if you have to wait around for them to be in if you get locked out," she advised. The machine hummed away behind her; it spat out a card for the girl at the table behind us, showing a very nice glamour shot of her topless body, with her name, ID number, barcode, and her measurements, as well as "orientation: bisexual". Thomas' card came out next, identical except it had a more average ID picture and "Penis Size" followed by two measurements (length and circumference) on it. "You are in room... 319," Lana added, writing this down on his paperwork before handing it back. She also handed Charlie and me some generic badges. "These will let you in and out of this building until 5PM. All family need to leave by then. Welcome to UT," she concluded. We headed for the elevators so the next group could get set up. As we got on e the elevator, I saw the next student walk up and pull down his pants rather than giving her some paper. She thrust a fleshlight onto him, having to pump him a few times before the computer registered.

The third floor was of course quite busy, but miraculously the crowd seemed to flow around us. I peaked into the rooms as we went past; they looked fairly dormish (styles hadn't changed much since I went to school), with a closet/bookshelf unit built into the walls on either side of the door and a par of desks and drawers. Interestingly, though, I saw that the rooms had one giant (queen size I think) bed instead of a twin on either side; this annoyed me since we had paid extra for "dorm size twin" sheets at fuckmart. I was wondering how this was supposed to work, when we passed the first room that had both roommates already present. Said roomates were on the bed, naked, a big boobed black girl riding reverse cowgirl on a scrawny (but big dicked) and bespectacled kid, his dick spreading her wide for all to see, as his and her family proceeded with setting up the room. As we passed, the girl's mother reminded her to twist her hips, noting she should make a good first impression on her roommate as she stacked books on the shelf, the girl replied she didn't need to be told how to fuck petulantly. This was going on in most fully occupied rooms we went past, which were mostly mixed boy-girl (one room had two girls eating each other out); in some rooms that roommates had finished and redressed to help with the moving, as one fuck seemed to be the introduction and then people expected you to go back to helping. None of this was my doing, so Beth must have set it up. Thomas' room was at the end of the corridor; as a corner room it was arranged a little differently but had all the same items. We were first, so began unpacking (the sheets were the right size for the bed even though we hadn't bought them that way). I went back downstairs with a moving cart and came back with more of his stuff.

We were most of the way done with the small items, and about to move on to setting up the computer, when the lock clicked and a woman backed into the room, pulling a moving cart behind her. I turned to greet her (noticing Thomas already starting to strip in anticipation of his introductory fuck), and looked into the smirking eyes of Beth. Melissa came in behind her, dragging a couple pieces of rolling luggage, which she deposited and then turned to the bed, pulling off her shirt. "Long time no see, stranger," Beth said. "Hi Charlie," she added. "Fancy meeting you here." Thomas and Melissa were already kissing; they of course didn't need to be introduced but weren't going to let that stop them. "Come on you two, you already know each other," Charlie prompted, trying to get them to help her unpack, but was ignored. She threw up her hands in defeat and went back to unpacking, as Thomas lay Melissa on the bed and climbing up over her.

"Laying it on a bit thick," I commented to Beth as Thomas thrust into Melissa. "Are you sure it's a good idea to have them room together? The relationship is pretty new. What if they break up?"

"Why not? I didn't think either of them would really want to be rooming with anyone else, especially with the fucking... hold the comment about me making that standard, why should they have all the fun?" she replied, stopping me before I could interject. She watching the pair rutting for a second, then waved a hand and Melissa's stuff started unpacking itself (Beth was much more into having things magically do themselves for her then I was). "Of course it's super easy for them or anyone to change rooms if they want to; I even made it so their stuff would change rooms on its own."

"You aren't going to be around, are you sure you want to leave all this to run at a distance?" I commented. "How's New York City, by the way."

"It's different. When I moved here the first thing I did was introduce myself to all the neighbors and have a party. When I tried to say hello to people in my building they looked at me like I was a weirdo. I mean, they seemed so put out by just me talking to them I never even got to fucking any neighbors." Beth shrugged. "Things are different in the city. We'll see how it goes; I just barley got set up after all and maybe an orgy or two will loosen them up. And I only did a couple little things, so it's not a big deal," she added, blowing it off.

"Thomas, how do you want these organized" Charlie asked, ignoring the fact Thomas was leaning over Melissa and driving his hard cock into her harder and harder, trying to work them both to climax. "Mom, a little ugh busy here!" Thomas replied. "Do you want to do this yourself?" she replied testily.

"What about these?" Beth asked Melissa, pointing to a box full of books floating in the air in front of the bookshelf uncertainly, deciding to get in on things. "Ah I AH don't OH GOD care MOM!!!" Melissa replied. That last one was a shout, as at that moment Thomas thrust in deep and begin filling her, driving her to cum with that last word. Thomas thrust a few more times and pulled out, and went to get dressed. "If you are quite done ignoring me, we are here to help you out. You can fuck each other's brains out later," Charlie replied, dragging Thomas over to her.

"Don't forget: Homework before fucking," Beth added to Melissa, sticking her tongue out at me amusedly, as Melissa pulled her shirt back on and came over, grabbing floating books out of mid air like it was nothing and arranging them. I went to begin setting up Thomas' computer, when there was a knock on the back door of the room.

I reappeared in my house to find Sharon, Elizabeth, and Cassie (who had come over to help) loading his things into her car (I made it an SUV temporarily to make things easier). None of them blinked at me appearing out of thin air, or commented on how I hadn't been there all morning; I was simply handed items seamlessly as I joined the effort and the conversation (I complained that it was sexual discrimination that I was being handed all the heavy boxes filled with books and such). I knew my other family would also appropriate the help, so sent a clone over to help them, too. We finished up early and had time to play a board game as a family, Sharon commenting on how the house would feel so empty with just the two of us and being comforted by the girls (although I noted neither explicitly made any promises about coming by) and had a nice lunch. After lunch, we all piled in the car and drove over to the college (only about 10 min, since I made sure we hit every green and had no traffic). Cassie was navigating, since she was quite familiar with the campus. Of course when we arrived, the best unloading spot possible was open for us to park in, though someone had stupidly left a fancy blue wooden porta-potty in the middle of the parking lot so I had to back in carefully (at least it was nicer than the usual plastic junk; it had windows near the top and even an occupancy light on the roof). We grabbed a few initial pieces of light luggage, with plans to come back with a moving cart for the rest, and headed inside. The lobby was busy but not crowded; Concordia was smart enough to handle getting everyone to come in and get IDs over the summer, so we only had to stop off and have Elizabeth show her ID to grab the key to her room. Elizabeth was in 502, right next to the elevators (and across from the RA, she growsed). The rooms were a very different design from when I went to college; aside from the closet it was all free standing furniture, no loft beds, and the room had two areas defined by an inset wall, giving each student their own space. There was also a bathroom built in; it was a tiny affair with a small standing shower; I made it bigger and nicer, but the rest of the room was already pretty good. Elizabeth decided to claim with area in the back, and we commenced unpacking. With all of us, we were actually done fairly quickly, and there was still no sign of the roommate. We were just considering grabbing some food when there was a knock on the door.

"Hello," said a girl from the door, who came in pulling some rolling luggage behind her. "I'm Clara, and I guess we'll be living together," she continued holding a hand out. She was a cute girl, pretty short, brown hair just over her shoulders, and a button nose, in a t-shirt and jeans.

"I'm Elizabeth, and this is Cassie and my mom and dad," Elizabeth responded, taking her hand. "We live nearby, so we got here early," she added.

"Oh that would be nice. I had to drive all the way from Houston. The traffic was not kind," she replied, as she began getting her things. "I even got caught up in a whole thing right when I got here; security and a bunch of people running around. Lucky nothing major," she added.

"Want a hand with that?" Elizabeth asked, but Clara brushed her off. "I packed light; didn't want to have a ton of stuff. Of course probably by year end I'll have a ton of things anyway. I wouldn't want to be a bother," she replied, fishing a laptop out and putting it on the desk. I will have to call tech support about a problem my computer of course developed right before I left. Fortunately this lady in the supermarket gave me a number for 'the best tech support in the universe'. We'll see."

There was a knock on the door; a preppy looking girl in the tank top and jean shorts stood there with a clipboard. "Hi, I'm Chancy, your RA," she said. "Just across the hall. So just checking, Elizabeth Prince?" Elizabeth raised her hand, and she checked off on her clipboard. "Clara Oswin?" "The Oswinniest," she replied with a grin. Elizabeth groaned. "I promise I really am funny when I'm not tired from a 5 hour drive," Clara put in defensively. "Alright, dorm meeting at 7, and remember the cafeteria will close before that so get some dinner," the Ra put in and took off.

"Let's get some food," Sharon suggested.

"Wait before we go," I put in walking up to the back door next to Elizabeth's bed and knocking. The door swung open.

I experienced a moment of vertigo, having to look down to see my hand on the doorknob to get my bearings. I was standing to the side in Thomas' room, the other me having vanished. Elizabeth squealed in glee and ran through the space her dad's sudden vanishment had vacated and hugged Thomas and Melissa. "Oh this is so great, we're all roommates!" she enthused, not caring that it was a different and entirely differently styled room.

"Not doing anything major?" Beth commented, raising an eyebrow at the door leading from Thomas and Melissa's 3rd floor UT dorm room directly into Elizabeth's 5th floor Concordia dorm room miles away. "Are you ok," she added, seeing me looking a bit dizzy. "I know combining like that can be a bit nasty; I always try to do it while sleeping."

I waved her off. "It's fine, being present twice at once would be worse later."

"Hello there," Clara put in sticking her head through the door. "I didn't realize there was more here. Sure looked smaller on the outside," she commented, walking through. "I take it you all know each other already? Hi, I'm Clara," She added to everyone in the other room.

Introductions were had all around (Clara didn't blink at Thomas being both Elizabeth and Melissa's boyfriend, nor did the conversation stop when Elizabeth stripped and got on the bed, allowing Thomas to fuck her doggie from behind while she leaned in to lick Melissa). Some more bad jokes were had (between erotic moaning), and it certainly seemed like they would all get along. Clara (who was not pulled into the threesome) went back to Concordia to finish unpacking, while after the trio finished and we did some final unpacking.

We all went to the UT dining hall to get some food (of course, whenever they were on the other campus their IDs would work just fine, as did out parent cards, with no one minding that Sharon didn't have one). The cafeteria seating had two modes: guy with girl on him and girls on magically appearing seat dildos (except for Charlie). Thomas ended up thrust into Elizabeth, while I had Beth sitting on me, enjoying 'what she had been missing' (I made fun of her since it had only been 3 days). After that we all broke up with much hugging and Beth insisting on a standing fuck to go, with Sharon and myself heading back to Concordia and Cassie hitching a ride with Charlie since she was right across the street (who didn't mind that she had come with a husband but was going home alone). Beth just blinked back to NYC.

As Sharon and I headed back the parking lot, we turned a corner and and I ran straight into a woman, knocking us both over. "Oh I'm so sorry, are you alright?" She asked, helping me up. She she had tan skin, with part of her hair done up in a couple buns. Her accent sounded British to me but she looked Indian, but I was by no means qualified to tell the difference, as I knew British and Indian accents were similar.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I replied, brushing off. I was more surprised than hurt. Another woman ran up, dressed in a light blue trenchcoat, a rainbow striped t-shirt, loose slacks held up by suspenders, and work boot. She grabbed the the other ladies' arm, pulling her along toward the parking lot. "Come on Yaz, we have to go," she said. Yaz allowed herself to be pulled, apologizing again as they disappeared around the corner. I assured Sharon I was ok, and we resumed walking. Someone's car appeared to be having issues as we rounded the corner, as there was an odd 'vree' noise that gradually faded out from the parking lot. Maybe an electric motor problem? In any case no one in the lot seemed to be having a problem when we got there, and we pulled out and drove home (luckily someone had collected the porta-potty, so it was easier to pull out).

We pulled up to the now empty house, Sharon commenting on how this would be the first time we would really be alone since we got married. We sat on the couch to contemplate, Sharon on the absent girls and me on the day. I was absentmindedly playing with Sharon's cunt as she talked, but mostly we just enjoyed the company. As Monday was Labor day (classes at UT began Tuesday), that made it exactly one yer since I had gotten Power. I contemplated all the changes in that time as I sat together with my new wife.

I decided for the sake of it I wanted to have some ice cream; I offered to take Sharon with me to the parlor, but she begged off. I nostalgically walked to the place I had found my first fuck a year before. After grabbing my favorite flavor and paying, I sat down at a table and just had a look around, at the perfectly normal and mostly empty store just as I had before. This time I didn't luck into anyone fuckable; it was just some other old people and families, most coming and taking their food to go.

I shrugged and vanished from the ice cream shop, repeating in front of Lana' check in table. "Do you have your entry form," she asked, sounding board, not noticing that I had appeared out of nowhere and was clearly too old to be a student. "Oh sure, right here," I replied, pulling out my dick and presenting it to her. She leaned over and took me deep into her mouth. The computer beeped, and she pulled back off, stroking em to maintain my erection. "Tom Mallory... says here you are the new school fuck king? Alright, come over here and let's get your picture," she said, Motioning for me to come around the table as she unbutton ed her jean s ad pulled them down. She grabbed me again with one hand, then the camera dildo with the other. "On three, fuck me," she instructed, lining me up. She put the dildo in her mouth, and used her other hand to counter me down, leaning over the table. I stuck it in immediately, drawing an annoyed grunt from her as she was pushed into the table. She sucked and I heard the camera werr as I fucked her. I was making deep strokes, shaking the table and threatening to collapse it from the **** of my thrusts. She was moaning around the dildo, but continued sucking it, and the camera kept running.

"Hay Lana, are you about done?" asked another guy in a school shirt. "We need to start packing up; anyone who comes at this point can wait for tomorrow." Lana held up a finger asking me to stop, but I ignored her and kept pounding. "We are nearly done with the picture," I replied for her; she shrugged as I grabbed her arms and pulled her upright, thrusting her clothed bouncing tits at him. I made sure to pound her extra hard so they would jiggle in his face. "Alright,m fine. But hurry up and finish this guy; I want to get some dinner before they close," he replied. I thrust into Lana again supper hard and started cumming. She began shaking violently with her own release, trying doggedly to keep the dildo in, but it fell out. "Oh Oh OH no," she commented. I think I ruined the shot." She leaned down to look at the screen, where a video of us fucking played. Sure enough it cut out just as she began climaxing. "Dammit, now we have to do it again... YES BRIAN I KNOW JUST LET ME FINISH!!" she yelled back at the guy, who was looking annoyed with her.

"Ok fine, do this the other way," she said, laying back on the table, thrusting her cunt up at me. "Brian, you help too, if you're that impatient," she huffed. Brain got up and came over, fishing out his dick as he did. She reached down and lined me up again, leaning her head back. "On 3," she said, using her free hand to count. On three I thrust into her cunt and Brian into her mouth, spitroating her on the able, as the camera engaged. We fucked her from both ends, driving her back and forth along the table. Her her cunt lips looked so nice streaking and compressing as I went in and out, while she made light gagging noises on the dick in the her mouth. I reached down and rolled her shirt up letting both of us appreciate her boobs bounding back and forth with our alternating penetrations. "I';m gonna blow," I commented as I got close. "1, 2, THREE!!" I yelled, as I filled her. Brian did likewise as she again came with me, sucking him hard in lieu of an orgasmic scream, and he filled her, scum gushing out around her lips. She licked in a bit of the cum as Brian zipped up, then went back to looking bored. "Ok, let's see if we got that this time," Lana said, rolling off the table and leaning over to check the computer, oblivious the the cum on her face, her rolled up t-shirt, and her lack of pants. I reached around to grope her as she did. "Ok it.s good this time,, one sec," she said, and the card printer started going. I kept fondling her till it printed, and she handed me the card. Instead of 'Student', it said "Fuck King", and had "Number of Coeds fucked: 1" printed below the fully animated image of me and Brian fucking her over the table.

"Finally," Brain groused, leaned down to begin disconnecting things. "You are good to go," Lanna added to me, then leaned at the waist to help Brian clean up, presenting herself to me enticingly. Instead of going in for more, I decided to call it with her for now, so instead I picked up the dildo and stuck it in, then pumped her a few times, drawing an appreciative moan. I left the dildo to fuck her on it's own as they packed up. The final shutdown would required Brian to fuck her to several orgasms for both of them; I figured he deserved it since I had held him up so long.

I took a leisurely walk outside for a bit, then turned a corner and found myself in front of my house. Charlie was on the couch watching a movie, and I settled in for a leisurely night with her.