Your dorm

You decide you want to be somewhere very familiar, somewhere you can ground yourself after this odd experience. You picture the corridor outside your college dorm room: cream walls, thin red carpet, everything down to the faint yet homely scent. Once you've imagined every detail, you look at Charles and nod.

"Got a place in mind, have you?" Charles asks. "Alright, I'll be opening the door now. The light's gonna be a bit blinding at first, but just steel yourself and walk on through, understand?"

As you nod again, he clasps the metal of the silver handle and pulls, slowly swinging the massive door open. It creaks as a powerful light escapes from its depths, engulfing the area and cutting your vision off entirely.

"Remember, lad," you hear Charles speak up as you close your eyes in the shower of light. "Don't over-think things. It's just that simple, you hear?"

Unable to see anything at all, you take a step forward and begin walking towards the light...

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A door slams near you and you jump, your eyes snapping open. You're in the hallway just as you pictured it, your back against your dorm room.

"...I can't believe him, asking me in the cafeteria like it's middle school..."

"...You want to get lunch? I could **** a sub right now..."

"...And so that was the fourth time, and I gave up there and then. He's out of my life for good, I swear..."

It's the middle of the day, and the corridor is at its busiest with students wandering back from class or out to lunch. There's murmuring and muffled laughter coming from behind some of the doors. You lean against your door, still trying to process everything, when the room in front of you opens.

"John! You're - are you ok?" Behind the door was your friend Samantha, a junior. She stares at your face, concerned. Clearly the confusion you have inside you - was that a dream? Could the doctor really do what Charles claimed? - is showing.

"No, yeah, I'm fine." You try to smile at her, but you're not quite sure you got it right. You're too busy thinking of a way to test whether it was real. Samantha brushes a lock of red hair out of her eyes before continuing.

"I was just about to get some lunch. Care to join me?" She extends her arm as if you're supposed hook yours round it and raises an eyebrow suggestively. After a couple of seconds she starts giggling and lowers her arm again. "Come on man, you look like you could use some food. My treat."

"Um...yeah, okay," you stutter, your smile becoming a little more genuine.

Side by side, you walk over to the student union building. On the way your eyes are on every girl, watching for signs that your wish had been granted. Sadly, you don't notice anything. Once you're inside you both get a sandwich from the cafe and head to your usual spot on the floor next to the vending machines. As you both sit down, you notice something strange: Samantha's sitting very close to you. Normally you leave a gap between each other for your food to sit in, swapping bits you don't want with each other. Instead she puts her food on the other side, sitting so that her hips touch yours.

"Seriously John, what's wrong? I don't mean to sound demanding, but class is coming up and by now you're normally-"

She's cut short by the sound of someone falling over. Just a few metres in front of you two girls are laying on top of each other, feverishly kissing while clumsily attempting to strip each other. The blonde on top has the bottom girl's fly in one hand, trying unsuccessfully to open the button. Meanwhile, the bottom girl has managed to pull the top and bra of her partner past her breasts, letting them swing freely. She starts pawing at them, roughly groping at her nipples, each movement eliciting a squeak from above.

"Has that finally put you in the mood?" Samantha is looking directly at you, seemingly unperturbed by the raunchy display. Most people in the area looked round when it started, but now the only ones paying attention are you and those eating alone with nothing better to do. "You know you can do it whenever you want, but finals are just a few weeks away! I want to get to class on time, and besides, getting with you before a lecture normally means I'm safe from the craving."

"You mean I can..." You stare longingly at Samantha's backside. If there are girls who can't control themselves and no one's worried, then surely the other half of your request worked.

"You pick today of all days to start asking permission?" That line is enough to push you into taking the plunge. Your hand reaches behind Samantha, slipping into your friend's leggings and copping a feel of her soft cheek. Dutifully she stands up slightly and shuffles over so that she's kneeling, straddling you, her ass in the air. Your left hand joins your right and they begin kneading. If there wasn't such a great view to go with the sensation, your eyes would be closed in bliss.

Samantha's ass has been in your dreams since the day you met her. In fact, your love for it played an integral part in you actually meeting. When she ate lunch in the union she would always sit at the same table, facing away from the vending machines. You would head to lunch a few seconds after her every day, casually glancing at her on the walk. Then you would sit by the vending machines with your lunch, with a view of her right in front of you. One day she noticed that you were there and, recognizing you from the dorm, asked if she could eat with you instead of alone. It was the start of a friendship, and of you realizing that what you'd been doing for the past month was pretty creepy.

It had all been worth it for her butt, though. The shape of it in tight bottoms, combined with her full, curvy figure, got you going like nothing else. If she hadn't broken the spell by talking to you, your fantasies of touching it every which way would have turned into an obsession. Now you have it, literally in your hands, and it's glorious.

You pull your hands out of her leggings to hook your thumbs in and bring them down over her ass. Those smooth cheeks you've desired for so long are now there in front of you. You place your thumb in your mouth, getting it wet with saliva, and then slide it right down the middle of her ass. Her skin is smooth and oh-so-soft...everything you dreamed.

Using your spare hand to pull her cheeks apart and expose her tiny hole, you place your thumb against her entrance and push. There's a gasp, but you don't know if it came from Samantha. The girls making out on the floor have gotten louder and louder over time, and judging by how many moans there are more girls must have joined in. Meanwhile you wiggle your thumb, relishing the sensation of being inside your friend. Her sphincter hugs you tightly and the warm, fleshy feel of her interior is wonderful. No longer able to control yourself, your thumb falls out and you shuffle to get your dick out.

"Remember, there's no such thing as too much." Samantha's hand, while you were preoccupied, has reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of lube. You take it, noting that it's over half-empty. "I'm not just one of those random girls of the street you leave raw and aching. I want to be treated nicely, you hear?" You can tell that if you could see her face, she'd be pouting and trying not to giggle.

While you deal with your belt Samantha gets on all fours in front of you, fully exposing her asshole. You squeeze lube into your hand, slathering your cock with it and rubbing the rest onto her backside. You're just lining yourself up to take the plunge when she suddenly pushes backwards and you feel an incredible warmth and tightness over your whole dick. Looking down, you see that she took you right to the base herself. Once your whole length is inside, she begins to rock back and forth, working her tight hole up and down your shaft.

Even though you're overwhelmed by pleasure, something in your mind manages to notice that her behavior is weird; she shouldn't be taking much notice, barely acknowledging you as you fuck her. Then you remember something Charles said about people being different... Clearly Samantha is a girl that loves to take notice of the weather.

Grinning, you place your hands back on her ass and begin to pump your hips. She stops moving back and forth and instead gyrates slightly, making each thrust reach a different corner of her insides. She's panting and holding back moans; you're sure that if you checked, she'd be dripping wet. Instead you pull yourself closer, reaching towards her hanging breasts.

Suddenly you stop, just before touching her; you can't know how she'd react, given that you only made changes surrounding girls' asses. In a normal situation, by the time you have you have your dick buried deep in a girl's asshole permission to touch her breasts is implied. Yet this time you have cause for hesitation, not wanting to ruin this at such a critical stage. Your hands jump back to her butt cheeks, squeezing lightly as you feel her up.

The whole experience is overwhelming, and you know you can't last much longer. Cries from all over the building are getting louder, and Samantha herself seems to be the source of half of them. Having given up all pretense of keeping quiet, her screams of pleasure come like clockwork with every thrust. As she clenches her anus around you the last of your stamina disappears, and you bury yourself as deep as possible into her hole. As your cock pulses as thick ropes of semen fill up her insides, her screams go silent; her body shaking with orgasm, all she can do is gasp and whine.

After what feels like hours she falls forward, your member sliding from her (now gaping) hole. As she lays on the floor, catching her breath, you take a look around the student union. Dotted about the place are small groups of half naked girls; some are recovering, like Samantha, while others are still filling the room with moans and soft, wet noises as mouths and fingers violate every bit of flesh they can reach. The craving seems to have spread like a plague, girls getting turned on by the original pair until almost everyone in the building was affected. You feel like some kind of emperor watching over his domain...and you like what you see.

"Glad to see you back to your senses." Samantha is standing up now, her leggings adjusted to cover herself but unable to hide the flush in her cheeks. "Get up you big lump, we'd better get going. There's only half an hour left until my next class, and I need to do some...stuff...in my room." The almost predatory smile she has makes you wonder exactly what kind of 'stuff' needs doing. You ignore her hand, standing up unaided and reaching down the waistband of her leggings. Her rear hole is still completely lubed up thanks to your more than generous preparation of it, and you slide two fingers inside. She flashes you a smile as you begin to walk out of the building together.