Those of us who’d arrived on campus ahead of the start of the semester awoke to the aftermath of the wild hurricane that had swept through the area overnight. Trees were down, trash was everywhere, power was out and so was the Wi-Fi. Some started to panic. Tiffany stepped up and announced, “Calm down, everybody. We can still get to the cafeteria. Let’s get some candles lit. C’mon, it’ll be like a campout.”

Candles were dutifully lit. A party went to raid the cafeteria. But people were unnerved being without their phones and other devices. It looked like there were about 35 of us in the wing. We were going to have to entertain ourselves until power returned and normalcy was restored.

We broke out decks of cards and a few board games were discovered. People wandered up and down the hallway. Everyone left their doors open. We were getting bored fast. Tiffany, who I had a secret crush on, went around like a makeshift cheerleader trying to keep everybody’s spirits up. She was a take-charge woman and hot as hell.

Suddenly there was a commotion. I heard shocked laughter and stuck my head out. My jaw dropped. There was Darryl, a grin on his face, strolling down the corridor — totally naked! Buck-fucking-naked! He paraded on by as everyone hooted.

“See,” Tiffany cried out, “Darryl’s got a good idea there!”

That was when it occurred to me that we were completely unsupervised. It was just students in the dorm. No one would bother us right now. We could do just about anything we wanted.

I saw the realization dawn on the other faces around me. Eyes glimmered. Naughty smiles lit up faces. I thought of all the rules that usually governed our behavior in the dorms. The storm had canceled all that. We could act like shipwreck survivors if we felt like it.

Everybody didn’t immediately strip off their clothes, though Darryl continued to saunter up and down the corridor, showing off his swimmer’s muscles and swinging his cock. Some of the girls were seriously checking him out, along with one or two of the guys.

The sense of liberation intensified. You could feel it charging the air, crackling like static electricity. The candle glow made everything seem vaguely unreal. We were cut off from civilization. We could only turn to one another.

Right about then I noticed couples pairing off. Some slipped into dorm rooms and closed the doors behind them. Others stood in the hall, leaning against the walls, making out. It all looked random to me. I didn’t think most of these pairs had ever been together before now.

Naturally I wanted to hook up with Tiffany, but I’d lost track of her. Instead, a woman named Nicki stepped boldly up to me and said, “Let’s kiss.” It was as good an opening line as I’d heard. She pressed up against me in the corridor, and we started making out. My excitement grew rapidly.

It wasn’t just that Nicki was a soft, tasty female, it was the sense of abandonment that went with what we were doing. Nicki kissed me hard, totally enjoying herself. I got an immediate hard-on and she rubbed her crotch against it, but the whole thing was utterly casual. Under normal circumstances, we surely wouldn’t be doing this.

But conditions got abnormal pretty fast after that. Peripherally I was aware of the hookups continuing around me. Darryl went past yet again, but he was hand-in-hand with a girl named Deb, who was as naked as he was.

Not everyone closed their doors. I heard the mounting sounds of passion from some of the rooms. The action in the hall got more serious. Nicki undid my fly and drew out my cock. I pushed her top up over her tits and squeezed her succulent mounds. She jerked my rod, all of it in plain view of everyone.

I looked past Nicki and saw Gretchen, her skirt flipped up onto her back, her legs spread. Jamal was behind her with his pants off. He was fucking Gretchen from behind, slow-stroking into her pussy while she moaned.

Suddenly Nicki was kneeling in front of me. I looked down, spellbound to see my cock being swallowed. Her head bobbed up and down as she made wet slurping sounds. Pleasure danced up my whole body. A little further down the hall, two people were fucking on the carpet.

Nicki pulled my jeans down my legs, and I stepped out of them. I tossed off my shirt and stood there naked. She sucked my cock a while more, then rose, stripped off her clothes, and took my hand. She led me into the nearest room. One of the beds was unoccupied. A ménage à trois was underway on the other bed. I wasn’t even sure at first glance what the distribution of genders was.

But Nicki had my attention now. Since she’d very nicely sucked my cock, I knelt between her smooth thighs and licked her pussy’s streaming furrow. I stabbed my tongue in deep, polishing her clit. She grabbed hold of my hair and jammed her pussy on my mouth. She came with a hard shudder.

I eagerly mounted her and sank my cock into her. Her slick pussy walls grasped me. I stroked hard into her. She heaved her tits up against me. She kissed my mouth, getting a taste of her own juice. I caught the faint flavor of my cock on her tongue.

Suddenly someone was standing right beside the bed. It was a wiry blond named Janey. She was naked and watching us with wide, hungry eyes. Nicki invited her onto the bed, pulling her into her arms and kissing her. I pulled out of Nicki and slotted myself into Janey’s pussy. She was already flowing with wetness. From her oily interior, I figured someone had already come in her. That didn’t bother me, not in the middle of this crazy free-for-all.

As I set about fucking Janey, Nicki swung a leg over Janey’s head and settled her pussy onto Janey’s mouth. Janey eagerly speared her tongue up into the other woman. Nicki wriggled and sighed with pleasure. I stroked harder into Janey’s pussy.

The pleasure got intense. It was like an energy scouring my flesh. My senses whirled. I fucked Janey faster, losing all control. At the last second, I pulled out and shot my jizz all over her pussy, belly, and tits. Nicki climbed off her mouth and eagerly licked the pearly stripes off her skin.

I staggered off the bed. The three-way on the other bed had become a four-way. Dazed, I stumbled out of the door. Two naked guys came in as I exited, heading for Nicki and Janey.

I wandered in the hallway. Though I’d just come, my cock was already stirring again. Everything was in full frenzy in the dorm wing. Was this a dream? Couples and trios and foursomes were rolling around on the ground. Random hands reached up to grope my meat. All the doors were open now, and people moved freely in and out of the rooms.

I stepped around two women 69’ing on the floor and bumped into a student named Tabitha. She pulled me into a room and onto a bed where three other women were already groping and sucking. I found myself the only male in a torrid five-way. My cock sprang back to full hardness. Each of the women took a turn sucking me. I dutifully fucked all four of them, stroking them until they came, then moving on to the next one.

It was like a dream, one so deep I couldn’t hope to wake up from it. Not that I wanted to. This was like every fantasy I’d ever had all smooshed up together and exaggerated into absurdity. Yet it was really happening.

My quartet of women vanished. A new girl appeared. It was Gretchen. She climbed up onto my face, and I licked her pussy. While I was doing so, someone’s mouth dropped onto my cock, sucking me down to my balls. Pleasure rippled through me as the head bobbed. When Gretchen came with a squeal and climbed off, I saw it was Darryl who was blowing me. I’d never gotten sucked by a guy before, and maybe Darryl had never blown a dude before. Even though I knew he’d stop if I told him to, I let him do it. It seemed in the sexually anarchic spirit of this dorm orgy.

I shot my load into his mouth. He slipped away, seeking new adventure. Post-coital fatigue washed over me. Even with everything going on around me, I found myself drowsing. Maybe my brain was overloaded. Maybe the flesh was weak. I closed my eyes and drifted.

Distantly I was aware of people going in and out of the room and passing in the busy corridor. At least a couple of bodies got onto the bed with me as I dozed. The mattress jounced as they fucked. The scent of come and pussy juice was everywhere.

Some indeterminate time later I felt a smooth feminine body slip up onto mine. Tits pressed against my chest. My cock, with a mind of its own, once again grew hard. My eyelids fluttered, then opened wide.

Tiffany was lying on top of me. Tiffany. I’d lost track of her in the carnal madness. She kissed me. Despite all the places my mouth had been, the kiss was heavenly. I put my arms around her, squeezing her against me.

“I hope you’ve got one last fuck left in you,” she said.

I grinned. She slid a hand between us, guiding my revived cock into her slippery pussy. We both winced a little. We were understandably sore, but it felt great to finally be inside her.

She stayed on top, moving slowly up and down. There was no hurry. This was just between us. I was vaguely aware of things quieting down around us. Three bodies were now sleeping in the other bed. Sounds had eased from the corridor. The orgy was winding down.

I held Tiffany against me, thrilled to be feeling her naked skin on mine. I ran my hands down her flexing back and caressed her sweet ass. She smiled and kissed me again. Her movements picked up speed. I thrusted up into her. We bucked hard against each other.

She let out a soft cry, her pussy tightening on me. I spewed up into her, my climax sweet and bright. Afterward, we dozed in one another’s arms.

The Hurricane Orgy became legendary. But being with Tiffany was the best part for me.