The buffet of women at Widley College

The press conference is a zoo. Most of the people there are women, or lecherous assholes such as yourself and your friend who are there to check out the women. But hey, it's college, you only live once. Upon arriving at the college, it's easy to find the press conference. There's already a stage with a podium and several people talking about the discovery from last night.

"We are still analyzing all of the data from the Earlameir Comet that passed almost directly over us last night. We've been able to see the comet for several days now, but last night provided some stunning views..."

There's some stunning views here, now. That wish for a pet is only intensified by the number of co-ed figures surrounding you. Widley has a wide range of students in their student body, and some of the bodies before you are delicious.

"...we anticipate getting a better look..."

Her. You'd like a better look at her. And her, and her...Goddamn, it's been too long since you and Gabrielle broke up. Fuck, your libido is on the rise. All these damn short-shorts and crop tops...all these blessed acres of skin. And up on stage, the women, the professors and grad students wearing their suits and their curves making them some of the most appealing.....fuck....

"...and once we have this licked...."

Fuck...lick away. God, those two...those...three...

"Jesus Christ, keep it together," you say to yourself.

"What's that?" Mitch asked absently? You snap back to reality. Mitch isn't really looking at you, he's scanning the crowd, too.

"Nothing, man," you say, coming back around to your sense.

"The portion that broke off is of **** interest. It will be studied in detail right here at Widley and we are currently restructuring our new science wing of Morticia Hall to accommodate this amazing stroke..."

And your mind is off and running. So is your cock. If the women turned around right now, all of them, you'd probably die of embarrassment; you can't remember being this hard. But one of them...just one...

That one. Please turn around. You're perfect...you'd make the perfect pet, too....please, just turn...

And then she does.