Why not? What could go wrong?

As relaxed and happy as you feel right now, you would have agreed to anything the girls asked you to do. “Sure... Why not?” you respond, groggily.

Kendra brings her hands together in a clap. “Oh, this is going to be fun!”

You absently trace each of their damp patches of hair above their pussies, quietly reliving the memories of the last few blissful minutes. Whatever it is that the girls have planned, you are confident that it is going to be fun.

The chirp of someone’s phone reaches your ears. Kendra reaches a lazy arm over to the bedside table and retrieves her phone.

“Oh, well, this is a surprise!” she announces. “Sarah, your parents are going to be passing through my hometown this weekend, and they’ve already made contact with my folks. We’re all going to be together during that time.”

You are still feeling rather lazy and complacent, so you don’t put the pieces together until you feel Sarah’s body grow rigid.

“My parents?” A note of panic raises her voice.

“What’s wrong?” Kendra asks.

The answer to that question dawns on you even as Sarah speaks.

“My parents think I live in an all-girls’ dorm, and they freak out about me even kissing a boy! If they find out about our room assignment, they’ll probably pull me out of this school altogether, and they certainly can’t know anything about Connor and me!”

Kendra considers this and says, “Well, that’s ok. We’ll just introduce him as my boyfriend, and there’s no reason to tell them that he lives on the other side of our bathroom, let alone that the two of us bang him on a regular basis.”

You roll on your side and lean on your elbow. “You know, it is kinda hot when you two talk about me as if I am just meat for your pleasure, but I probably ought to be involved in this discussion.”

“But honey....” says Kendra, bending over and kissing you, “you are just meat for our pleasure!” She laughs as she reaches over and gives your cock a squeeze. “But just because we are progressive, intelligent women, we’ll let you speak if you’d like.”

Sarah adds her hand to Kendra’s and rubs the tip of your cock. “As long as letting you speak doesn’t give you any ideas about being unavailable for stud service.” The girls laugh at their shared joke.

“Very funny,” you say, taking no action to stop them from fondling you. “But I’m wondering if maybe I should just stay here, instead. If Sarah’s right about how her parents would react, why tempt fate? It’s just a three-day weekend.”

Even as you say that, you realize that Sarah hasn’t gone three days — hell, she has barely lasted three hours — without having you inside her since you took her off of her nympho medication.

Remembering that, you say, “You know, Sarah, there is that medication that you’re supposed to be taking... If you took that, you could go three days without having me around, and then there’s nothing to worry about.”

Sarah looks doubtful — and somewhat fearful — at the thought.

Kendra says, “Or, for that matter, if you took the medication, then there wouldn’t be any problem with Connor coming home with us, would there? I mean, we can probably keep our hands off of him for three days, can’t we?”

You’re beginning to doubt that yourself, particularly since they both have their hands on your shaft at the moment, and their cunts are still moist with the orgasms you gave them with your tongue.

Sarah still looks unconvinced, even as she adds a second hand between your legs and begins to play with your balls. “I really don’t like that medication,” she pouts. “But I don’t want to ruin the chance for Connor to come home with you, either, Kendra.”

You realize you are the one who is going to have to decide. As you feel your self-control beginning to slip away in direct proportion to the growing hardness of your cock, you announce your decision.