This choice: You try to catch Julie at the dorms before class • Go Back...Chapter #6You try to catch Julie at the dorms before class by: WangJohnson   You have some time before your introductory class in Cock Vore 101 starts; might as well go meet the girl you're supposed to be watching, right?
Following the directions Samantha provides and constantly double-checking against the map you were given, you wander the halls until you find the dorms. You're limping half the time, your butt still smarting and tingling from its recent abuse... but for all it's sore your prostate feels amazing. Your cock's refusing to soften past half-mast, and everything about your junk is radiating excited pleasure. Despite having been milked utterly dry you feel ready for another few dozen rounds, your cock and balls assure you, and you can't help but have a feeling of hungry anticipation. En route, you see students, faculty and adults in turn, sometimes just walking or talking, and sometimes consuming one another. You see people swallowed whole, sucked into gaping nipples, slurped up buttholes and most of all, gulped down cocks. Balls and bellies churn and shift, digesting occupants struggling and only seeming to make their predators more aroused. Your dick gets even harder, threatening to burst your zipper open if you can't keep it controlled. Yeah; this place is looking to be everything you'd hoped it to be back when you saw its lewd college brochure.
At last you find a room with the name 'JULIE' written on a big placard stuck to the door, a piece of often-torn paper stuck beneath it labelled 'roommate'.
Signing up, you push open the door and are greeted by the sight of plump girl your age seated on her bed and guzzling from a distinctly dick-shaped water bottle filled with something thick and white. She hasn't noticed you yet, eyes squeezed shut in suckling ecstasy, and you can't help but stare at the secretaries daughter. Straight red hair perkily cut at her shoulders rather than hanging to mid-back, the equally pale-skinned girl is far more freckled, particularly splashed across her button nose and dimpled cheeks. She's just as busty as her mother, melon-sized tits capped with palm-sized, puffy and inverted nipples as youthfully pink as they come. Her ass is bigger and juicier, her hips and thighs wider and thicker, and with her gently curved paunch she looks like an idol to fertility. No, it'd be better to say she has something between a potbelly and an early pregnancy, the way her belly is plumped; and going by the way she kneads it with the hand not clutching her cock-like drink she's quite a fan of her look. And what a look it is, put on display like that: More than two thirds of her uniform's gone. Her blouse is cut so short it's more of an underboob shirt, only it's so high it doesn't even try to cover her meatily nubile nips, and her skirt's more of a pleated belt at this point, not covering a speck of her crotch. You love the contrast between her hairless and perfectly untouched looking mound and puss, and the hair-lined, thickly wrinkled dark donut of butthole right behind it. Her biggest articles of clothing are semi-sheer black socks that go to mid-thigh, which only serve to sensually highly her curvy legs. Her shoes tap out an idle beat on the floor, and the indulgent looking girl seems to be having a great time.
Your new roommate and classmate Julie's eyes blinking open as the door shuts behind you, after a short and surprised frown she spots the folder in your hands and gives you a wicked grin.
"So," she says after popping the tip of her dong-like drink from her lips with a lewd and wet pop, "you're the one my mom decided to make my minder of the new students, huh?"
"That's right."
She grins, what is unmistakably semen drooling out of her mouth and dribbling down her chin to fall on her rotund belly.
"Hm, well you are cute I suppose," she admits as you feel yourself swelling with pride, "But other than that you don't look like much - have you ever even vored before?"
"Some! I mean," you defensively bluster, "I experimented with some pets and stuff, but I've never done it with a person before - that's why I enrol-"
"Yeah yeah I don't need your life story," she says with a dismissive wave as she caps her dildo-bottle and bounces up off her bed, "Now come on, I need to go sign the attendance sheet for Cock Vore 101."
You puzzle over the interesting way she phrased that as you walk beside your shorter, plumper classmate.
"Is that something people forget to do when going to class?"
She snorts, her hips swaying and butt jiggling with ever step, her heavy breasts and belly both bouncing to the beat as she draws eyes from all around.
"Hardly; it's just hard to claim I was in the class if I don't even sign the thing before skipping, you know?"
You'd object, but you're the new guy here and so far it's starting to sound like that class is dangerous; not going may indeed be the smartest thing.
The walk to class is more than just appreciative - and often hungry - eyes glued to the Secretaries daughter. There's also plenty of often hurried-looking voring going on as people occupy themselves with their last few minutes before the first class of the day. Jaws unhinging and maws yawning wide to engulf both those willing and not, hiked skirts and splaid legs as people are either shoved into gaping vaginas or readily craw in. Dicks and tits alike are whipped out and slurp down whatever's near them, and you finally understand why the halls are hard tile and covered in drains as the umpteenth river of cum flows by your feet. Julie doesn't so much as bat an eye at the show, if anything looking a bit irritated more people aren't paying attention to her.
Soon you arrive outside a classroom with the placard 'PROF. CUMMINGS, COCK VORE 101' written on it, and a recessed opening with the words 'Please remove all clothing and place into the garbage chute before entering class' over it.
Julie ignores the sign and so do you - and rather than go inside, the secretaries chubby daughter simply leans up against the wall outside the classroom and waits. You do the same, watching as all sorts of young adults stream into the classroom, sometimes outright pushing and shoving to get in first as they strip and fling their clothes at the slot. After the initial flood of hurrying people there are a few more that come in during the last minute with dread written across their faces, as well as a smattering of totally naive and optimistic looking people sauntering in as the bell's ringing without even stripping. You hear muffled voices, gasping, moaning and wet sounds shortly thereafter, and feel like you could make a pretty good guess as to what's going on inside.
Looking impatient, Julie keeps watching the clock throughout the sexual sounds rolling out of the room, and about ten minutes before the class was supposed to end she darts in, with you hurrying to keep behind her.
Inside you see none of the original scores of students left, cum-slicked clothes strewn all over the place, and a petite-bodied herm moaning as she sits atop her car-sized bulging sack. Julie doesn't spare a glance for the black haired woman, instead marching straight to the desk and picking up a clip-board. She checks herself off on a list of names, tossing the thing to you without a backward glance. You check the box next to your own name, and turn to see Julie's already back at the door.
"Hurry up, we actually have to attend the next class," she whines as her ass jiggles like jello from her perkily bouncy departure, "so come on!"
You can't help but sigh at how you're being led around like a pet by the secretaries daughter, and as you move to follow her...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author