Sophia's mind wandered to another place as the man grunted like an animal on top of her. There were tests to study for, and materials to go through, and yet here she was letting a sweaty man-whore go to town on her beloved pussy.
A thousand things went through her mind, even as his firm hairy chest pressed against her soft breasts, and his throbbing manhood delved even deeper towards her stomach. It was as if the tip of his spear was aimed directly at her uterus, able and yearning to fire a salvo into her womb. Placing her right hand over her groin, Sophia could feel his shape bulging just underneath the surface.
It didn't help that her collar was growing tighter by the minute, or that her nipples squirmed from the vibrating piercings. Evidently Helena desperately needed her for something, either that or she was just pining for attention.
"Holy shit I can feel you shaking! It's making you so tight!" The man cried out as he pressed himself even deeper inside her loins.
Sophia's lower piercing was sending sharp quivers through her tender lips, making her cling to his shaft even tighter. She could feel every burning vein against her inner walls. The fact that he could feel it too, and gain pleasure from it, somehow made their shared experience all the sweeter. If Sophia had a more idyllic mind, she might've considered it romantic.
Sophia couldn't ignore that her clit had swollen, having grown into an easily identifiable pearl within and along the tip of her sensitive folds. The ring around it tingled as it sent continued shockwaves of pleasure throughout the day. The rush of endorphins from all the electrical spasms made her head spin.
Her tattoos now covered much of her lower back, while a new part of the design arched along the center of her spine, extending to her shoulder blades. They were glowing a bright pinkish shade ever since the man entered her room.
"Shit, I can't pull out. I think I'm about to…" His words couldn't coalesce in her fragile mind. Sophia's eyes were rolling in the back of her skull as she unconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist. Another high pitched orgasm had her arms wrapping around his neck, and she held on tight for dear life. Sophia's lack of awareness made it difficult to process much of anything outside the euphoria. Each climax provided her a small moment in time where she didn't need to worry about everything else in life.
A spike of warmth melted against her inner muscle, and quickly spread like a river of lava. Even still, it wasn't enough to shock her back to reality. Instead Sophia rode the high, as each piece of jewelry sang. At some point she must've blacked out for when she opened her eyes, Sophia found herself laying prone on the sheets, the man still hovering above her with his manhood still sheathed in her warmth. Slowly he withdrew, almost reluctantly. The moment his member came free, a thick drool of semen still connected them.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to cream you," he panted with a berated breath. His wavy brown hair was matted with sweat, and his biceps were bulging. Sophia couldn't help but admire his figure, looking down at his toned stomach and muscled pecks. "I told you I was about to come. You wouldn't let me pull out in time."
Sophia couldn't frame a sentence, let alone piece together a word. She had to wait until the buzzing in her areola's finally ceased, and the last aftershocks to fade, before she could speak.
"Good boy," She teased. She then reached out, motioning for him to get her something to drink from the small refrigerator nearby. He complied quickly, although while reaching out he nearly fell onto the floor. When she felt the cold bottle of water in her hand, Sophia greedily swallowed half its contents in one go.
"Shit, I'm still kinda hard. I swear these stimulants could make me f—ck all day long." He might've been right about that, although Sophia would've much preferred a different position for a second round. Too bad she was far too exhausted to move. Sophia didn't complain though as he repositioned himself. "Mind if I go for round two?"
Sophia finished the bottle of water, and then let it fall to the floor. "Whatever," she moaned a sigh of pleasure as she let him spread her legs again.
"Great!" The budding pressure of his re-insertion barely phased her. There was more than enough lubricant, and shared fluids, to help him slide in easily. "I'll try not to creampie you again…"
He really shouldn't, Sophia rolled her eyes. In truth, this wasn't a good day to risk it, even with Helena's sketchy birth control pills. Just before she could agree with his suggestion, another jolt caressed her erogenous zones. Sophia gasped as the belt tightened another centimeter around her throat. "Do whatever you want," She rasped as another wave of pleasure washed over her senes.
She still had a lot to worry about. A stack of study guides sat on her desk waiting for her to review. There were tests in creative writing application, Nova Nash literature, and modern art history on the horizon. That wasn't including her term paper on congressional government next week, or the tests over pre-nightfall wars, and modernized fortress tactics, tomorrow afternoon. She hated having to prepare for a fitness competition on top of all that as well. There were too many things on her plate, and Sophia was barely holding a moderate grade point average.
It was true that college could offer an abundance of three separate things, but on the condition that she could only entertain two of them. Sleep, knowledge, and pleasure. Sophia struggled choosing between sleep and knowledge, thus making her feel exhausted and stressed throughout the day. Sex, parties, and a thriving social life were the only things she wasn't willing to let go. Sophia knew a time would come when she would have to suffer sleep depravation in order to cram for class. It was either that, or entertain other…less than ideal options.
In the meantime her sorority was happy to continue ordering her around. Satisfying varying fraternity brothers at their own private parties, donating fresh milk, and letting certain brothers walk her around on a leash like a dog, were to name just a few. She wasn't particularly happy about Saturday nights at her Sorority meetings, where they forced her to sit on some of the largest dildo's on the market.
The sweaty man creaming her loins, now once again sweating on top of her, was at least her decision. Sophia liked the way his beard made him appear older, more distinguished, unlike the other clean shaven brothers around campus. Also, unlike them, he knew what he was doing. His endurance and technique was also very impressive.
Sophia was riding a second orgasm when she felt his member pulsating erratically just underneath her uterus yet again. Slow and hard consistent thrusts pounded the entrance of her womb, sending earthquakes through her body, and causing her breasts to bounce with each stroke. The semen from his previous explosion still boiled in her loins, Sophia could feel it squishing alongside his hard flesh. As his sweat rained down on her blushing skin, her heart pounded like a drum beneath her breast.
Sophia bit her lip and recoiled as she felt a scorching hot glob of semen land on her chest. The guy barely pulled out in time, and with her legs spread wide, Sophia watched as he jerked himself off to completion. His manhood was coated in her lubricant, along with a layer of his own seed.
It was quite impressive, seeing a second thick glob of semen trailing through the air. Its arc reflected the lamplight as it raced towards her face. It didn't get that far, although a dab did land on her chin. Feeling his seed on her skin, its intense heat felt like it might burn. Sophia arched her back hard, and caught her breath out of reflex.
"That was great," he gasped before falling alongside her.
Of course it was great, Sophia held back a laugh. "You did good…you did really good."
"Can we do that again?" Laying next to her, his broad chest caught her eye. Sophia couldn't resist feeling the lush black hair over his muscle. It tingled her fingertips.
"That tickles, I guess that's a yes?" He asked while letting her feel him.
Sophia couldn't stop him if she tried, nor would she want to. But the collar on her neck wasn't getting any looser until she found out what her so-called girlfriend wanted.
"Not today, besides I'm going to be late for your class," with a kick planted against his stomach, Sophia pushed him aside. Her nipples had finally returned to their original size, but she kinda missed seeing them pointed and gaping. The lack of sensitivity also pained her, and she wondered about asking Helena to find whoever had altered them, and do it again. "We'll both need to shower beforehand."
He wasn't happy about it, who would be? But he complied…reluctantly. Sophia got up on her feet, doing her best to ignore the soreness between her legs, and pushed him out the door.
"Maybe next time you can come to my place? We can share the same shower." He offered her a wink before the door slammed in front of his face. Sophia wondered what people would think, seeing an instructor half naked in the halls. She didn't even bother to toss him his shoes, letting him walk to class barefoot.
Once enough time had passed, Sophia grabbed a towel from her laundry bin and made herself ready to use the communal bathroom. Before leaving, she sent a text to Helena, pleading with her to loosen the collar before passing out on her way to class.
Helena responded with a plea of her own, asking for nudes and sexy selfies while Sophia was in the shower.
"Selfish b—tch," Sophia brought her phone to the bathroom in order to fulfill the request. She feared it wouldn't be enough, but once the photos were sent, the collar loosened up by a few centimeters.
Once in the shower, Sophia noticed the abundance of hair left behind from the man on her oily skin, and washed herself thoroughly, even though she did kinda enjoy his scent. She had to give extra attention to her privates, cleaning her lower regions with extra layers of soap. Her pubic hair was starting to grow thick, and she hadn't the time to trim it. Regardless, her focus was more anchored to what gravity was drawing from her lower lips. There was so much left over semen drooling down her thighs, Sophia feared it would clog up the drain.
Sophia padded herself off once finished, and rushed half naked back to her room. She had to hold onto her tits, so they wouldn't bounce too harshly while jogging in place. Each swing of her hips reminded Sophia of just how sorely she needed to relieve them. The jewelry over her nipples, clogging the pores of her milk ducts, still held true. Only a small dabble of cream managed to escape, which always happened when she was in a hurry.
Once Sophia made it back to her room, her uniform was waiting for her, but first she needed to clarify to her girlfriend that she wouldn't be able to meet until later that afternoon. The sorority had given her a new pair of stockings, a slightly larger pair that fit her muscular thighs. Her breasts were still heavily exposed, the undersides of which spilled out into the morning sunlight. The elegant top barely came down to her nipples, although they peaked from underneath the fabric with each stride.
Her ample breasts had somehow grown another full cup-size, and her milk production was thriving. Even though she had avoided pregnancy, for now, her mammaries supply seemed near limitless. Her roommates, and a few others, paid for her sustenance with alcohol, jewelry, and even sometimes money.
One of the seniors even sold a steady supply of her milk to one of the fraternities for a solid profit. The House of Contact was happy to see her arrive three times a week, just before her first series of classes, and pump her abused nipples for over an hour. They gave her special ointment in return, to help alleviate her buds.
Sophia didn't argue with the order, since it just so happened to be Lysander's fraternity. Every once in a while she would find him strolling the halls of his floor. Some may have called it stalking, but Sophia had learned exactly which dorm room he resided in. One day soon, she would summon the courage to arrive unannounced.
Of course the fraternity brothers wanted to sleep with her, to which she adamantly refused, albeit reluctantly. Surrounded by so many muscular and athletic men, Sophia knew they would share her like a toy until she was certainly knocked up. There would be nothing she could do about it, if she gave in to their carnal desires. Sophia worried that her refusals would eventually be ignored. So far, they had been polite enough, and even somewhat protective.
Sophia couldn't help but wonder if there was another hand behind the scenes acting as a buffer of protection between her and all the horny brothers in the house of Contact. Some of the boys even showed her signs of respect, and treated her almost…like a little sister of their own?
She would ponder on that another time. For now she needed to get to class before she was too late. As Sophia left the dorm, she was happy to see Chloe walking toward her, most likely on her way back from her own class. She looked tired, haggard even, with overshadowed eyes and a limp in her step.
"Hey babe," Sophia tried to welcome her back to the dorm. She had to shield her eyes from the overbearing sun.
Chloe looked up, and tried to offer a narrow smile. "Sorry Sophie, need to sleep. Can we talk later?"
"Of course," Sophia embraced her, and offered a peck on the cheek before continuing to class. She couldn't help but wonder what might've been troubling her best friend. Seeing Chloe make it to the front doors, Sophia quickly turned around and rushed across campus. Her calves were already sore by the time she walked past the cafeteria.
That was one thing that surprised her about college life, the sheer amount of walking. It was five hundred yards from her dorm to the first class, another hundred yards to the central cafeteria. From there, another four hundred yards to the gymnasium. Then at least another two hundred yards to other classrooms. At the end of the day she had to walk well over five hundred yards to the opposite end of campus for her night classes. Then, at last, another two hundred yards back to the dorm.
Sophia's legs were always sore, and by the weekend they were terribly stiff. By now she had gotten used to the pain, and both her calves were hard as stone.
Somehow, despite everything, Sophia barely made it to her creative studies coarse in time. The bell was still ringing when she crossed the door's threshold, and breathed a sigh of relief as the ringing stopped. The professor looked over at her with a queer expression. So blew him a kiss, noticing he was still barefoot while sitting behind his desk.
The seat Sophia chose was toward the rear of the class, putting her near the right corner of the room. The large desk counters extended from one side to the other, offering plenty of leg space for a dozen students.
"Good afternoon class, today we're going to cover the topic of antagonists. What makes a good villain? And how do they drive our protagonists forward?" Professor Ruiz began.
Sophia listened, all the while the student next to her placed a hand on her thigh. She could smell it the moment he whipped out his erection. She didn't need orders, she was happy to give him a nice hard grip, and stroke his rather unimpressive shaft underneath the desk counter.
It took him a while to finally ejaculate, much to Sophia's frustration. She did her best to pay attention to the class session, pretending to jot notes on her notepad while playing with the phallus next to her.
The differences between men and women, when it came to pleasure, were fairly complex. It was a mistake to assume that men simply required a consistent stroke to satisfy them. Like their female counterparts, they could get off from a nice gesture and sweet words. Also like their female counterparts, their junk preferred meaningful attention.
She was well practiced by now in the arts of pleasing men. She only stroked his shaft for a few seconds, then rubbed the tip gingerly, allowing her thumb to apply a subtle amount of pressure on the tip. Sophia knew she was doing good when a sample of fluid oozed out.
The pre-seminal discharge coated her fingers. Weirdly enough, Sophia had just learned how it was meant to balance out the acidity within her loins, so that his seed could find a suitable environment to swim around. It was strange, the little things one picks up on in biology.
If she could use both hands, Sophia would've liked to help empty his balls faster, but she didn't have much of a choice. Besides, her grip could always use the exercise.
When he finally exploded, she cupped his tip so that it wouldn't stain the underside of the desk. She then wiped off her hand using a handkerchief from her purse, Sophia kept one for just such occasions.
Her fingers were still sticky when she finished cleaning them. The random student next to her was doing his best to remain anonymous, but once could never fully hide complete satisfaction. His cheeks were scarlet red, and a layer of sweat soaked through his sleeves and armpits.
"Thanks," he whispered horsely while sheathing his manhood.
"Don't mention it," Sophia returned a curt smile. He looked nerdy with the glasses, but was otherwise not unattractive.
She didn't expect him to return the favor, which was why it took her by surprise to feel his hand gliding underneath her skirt, and feeling her silky lingerie.
"What are you?" Sophia asked quietly, then gripped hold of the desk as his fingers delved under the garment, and met her sulking nether lips.
Unlike himself, it didn't take her very long to seethe with pleasure. Also, unlike him, Sophia couldn't keep herself quiet.