Two girls are plenty, for now, at least. Mike makes his way back to his dorm, his two prisoners fumbling wildly inside the backpack dangling at his side. The tug of their pointless struggles only furthers his excitement and his arousal.
He can't wait to get back. All kinds of sexy plans swirl through his mind like a hurricane as he pushes his way back into his bedroom, shoving past a whiny Megan in the kitchen, who's being annoying about something as usual. Mike lets the door slam behind him, tossing the backpack violently on to his bed sheets. He smiles wondering what a shock that must have been to the girls, and then he follows it up by unzipping his backpack and simply flinging it over so all of its contents, the girls included, spill out wildly. Their fragile, doll-like forms come to a rest on his bed.
Without a word he strips off his pants and boxers, exposing his manhood, now arched up as solid as pure steel. He approaches his captives, wagging the thing in an exaggerated taunt. It's rather silly, but Mike enjoys every second of it.
"Okay, girls," he says, slamming his cock between the two. "This whole night has left me feeling pretty fucking horny. You, blondie, start stroking my shaft and balls. Brunette, give my tips a good work over. Oh, and don't forget to lock your lips around the slit..."
The girls hesitate momentarily, speaking between themselves in an incomprehensible whisper.