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As I looked at Betty’s comatose body draped over the back of the couch, my seed leaking from her distended and well fucked cunt, I realized that anal was off the table. I found that the idea of fucking an unconsious and unresisting girl held zero interest for me. Which was strange, because there were a few times when my Mom had woken from a dead sleep to find that I’d snuck into her bed and managed to get my dick half way into her before she woke up.

I’d had no trouble at all easing Mom’s legs open, diddling her until she was wet and loose, and then supporting myself over her sleeping body as I eased myself inside, making a game out of how deep I could get before she woke up.

And it wasn’t that I wasn’t still horny. Despite already dumping two loads into Betty my erection was as strong as ever and I had a ball of tension in my belly that signaled pent up sexual frustration. If one of those cheerleaders had walked back into the frat house looking to give one of the guys a second chance she would have found herself shoved over the back of the couch right alongside Betty and taking my dick up her ass no matter how much she might protest or try to fight back.

In fact, the idea of overpowering a girl who was trying to fight me off caused my cock to lurch and my ass to squeeze as my prostate twinged as if I’d been going without for months instead of five minutes. That was disturbing. Oh, I’d had the usual fantasies of simply being able to take a girl without having to do the whole song and dance that hopefully led up to me getting laid, but I’d never had such an out and out **** fantasy before.

I found myself actually poking Betty in the hope that she’d wake up and start mouthing off again so I could subdue her and make her squeal all over again. This was wrong. I wasn’t like those four asshats who’d **** the cheerleaders thinking their dicks had turned into magic wands that would make the four blonds fall for them as soon as they face fucked them with it.

I had a terrible feeling that I wouldn’t be able to resist if I went outside and some girl attracted my attention. I found myself wondering if this was something the aliens had done. Or was it just because I’d finally ended the dry spell I’d been suffering since I left home and my Mom’s tight twat. Whatever the reason, I'd better get a handle on it quickly. No matter what those four assholes might have thought, I didn’t believe it was suddenly open season on every split-tail in the world. Things were messed up right now, but sooner or later there would be consequences for those who took the chance to run wild.

My eyes swung back to Betty, partly to see if there were any signs she might be waking up, and partly in contemplation. Campus rumor had it that Betty and the girl’s she shared a house with were getting a real sweetheart deal on their rent. The place they lived was a veritable mansion. No way Betty could have come close to paying a fair rent for living there.

The official story was that they got their room and board as part of a private scholarship, and it was true that Betty and all her friends were in the top one percent, and then some, when it came to academics. I’d always believed that this was true because Betty was way too much of a dirty laundry basket for the rumors to be true. The rumors that Betty and her friends were part of some rich old fart’s private stash of pussy. He gave them a place to live, and they paid by letting the old bastard do anything and everything to them.

Considering Betty’s ‘jewelry’ I was reconsidering my earlier assessment. It would also explain why she’d goaded me on. Likely the old guy was more, look than touch. No way he could keep four hot girls home on the farm with his withered old dick. But there was likely some sort of deal where the girls weren’t allowed boyfriends while they lived under his roof. I know that in his shoes that was what I’d do.

But he could hardly hold Betty to blame if some thug of a football player got aggressive. I could hear the story now. She did the best she could to fight him off, but what could a little girl like her do. I didn’t want to think Betty would be that much of a cold-bitch, but she had played me for two months pretending to be a little Miss. small town geek when in reality she was a cock-hungry little slut.

I knew I wasn’t being fair to Betty, but I was so fucking horny I wasn’t really thinking too straight. And at the top of my mind was the fact that there were three more geek girls where Betty had come from. I had no reason to believe it was so, but I desperately wanted to believe all three of them were just as **** as Betty for dick.

Betty had said she needed me to come with her. I bet the old fart was terrified that a bunch of guys would break in and make off with his stash of private pussy. It sort of seemed like setting the fox to guard the hen-house to me, but this fox was too horny to care.

I picked Betty up off the back of the couch and tossed her over my shoulder before heading for the shower. A nice cold shower would wake her up, and then a nice warm one would get her cleaned and ready to take me to visit her hopefully fuckable friends. And, maybe before that, it might make Betty lively enough that the idea of ass-fucking her would become interesting again. I got a good grip on her ass, so she wouldn't slip off my shoulder as I walked up the stairs, and headed for the common shower room with a smile on my face.