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yelped. He grabbed my hips and didn’t let go. I was being pushed
and pulled and fucked to the point that I came faster than I ever
had in my life! Just as I began to cum, he stuck his finger just
inside my asshole! SHIT!!!! I began to buck in response and he held
on using the leverage and new found enthusiasm to get us both to
cum together as we pounded into one another trying every time to
get him deeper than the time before. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I fell on
the bed gasping for air with my body shivering from the aftershocks
of several orgasms. Johnny fell on top of me and began to stroke my
naked body still smirking.
    It wasn’t long before we were at it again
and again and yet again that night. My friends were right, it was a
night well spent. In fact, that’s how I would describe my body as I
stumbled back to my dorm in the morning for some sleep. Lucky for
me, he must have liked it as much as I did because we had a few
more evenings together before graduation. Yep, college was the best
years, or at least hours of my life.
     
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    Vegas Baby,
Vegas
    College Daze: Volume Five
     
    College is a time and experience that varies
depending on your situation. For me, it was a blast! Thanks to the
generosity of my grandfather, tuition, books, room and board were
all provided. As a result, my parents sent me $1000 a month for
whatever other things I needed, including entertainment. As long as
I was passing my classes, I had four years to enjoy life with
little to no responsibility and enough cash in my pocket to have
some fun along the way. I also went to a school where parties were
common and condoms could be purchased from the dorm vending
machine!
    The weekend after finals is always
entertaining. There are a large number of college students who
panic and realize that they have to kick ass on the final exam in
order to not lose their incredible set up of being financially
supported and completely unsupervised or bound by any rules. So,
late night study sessions and cramming become the norm and Mountain
Dew and Jolt sell out of the vending machines and supermarkets
within a mile of the campus. Then, after the last blue book is
filled, we all breathe a sigh of relief and hit the road. Vegas is
calling. 
    Now there are lots of places in Vegas for
college kids to have a good time. Pretty much anywhere with alcohol
and a bed will do (and sometimes the bed is optional if enough
alcohol is consumed) but for Megan and I, only the Palms would do.
While lots of beautiful people do frequent the Palms, the biggest
draw was the fact that Megan and John, the general manager, had
hooked once during a finals blowout weekend and ever since we get
amazing free upgrades! For $149, our Sky Villa with a private pool,
Jacuzzi tub, and 1800 square feet was impossible to beat.
    We entered to find a few complementary
bottles of tequila, margarita mix, salt, limes and a box of condoms
with a note that read, “I get off at 11-well, actually we’ll
probably get to that around 12 and again at 1. Go ahead and start
without me but just don’t pass out before you thank me proper.”
Megan and I giggled then ran around the room squealing at our luck.
She could have fucked any random guy six months before, but she hit
the jackpot, and as a result, Vegas was a hell of a lot better time
than eight people fighting for floor space in a seedy motel room
where getting laid was only an option if your partner wasn’t as
broke as you were. 
    We showered and changed into slinky dresses,
did a few shots to get things started quickly and headed up to the
rooftop bar to dance and party. Now, when you’re twenty somethings
with perfect bodies, it’s easy to drink for free. Lots of guys seem
to think that if they send you over a drink, they earn a free pass
into your panties. Maybe for most girls that is true but Megan and
I had higher standards than that. No, you could buy us drinks and
watch us dance, grind, and get your Johnson stiff but to go home
with us,