He was already awake, smiling as I blinked away the last vestiges of sleep. I kissed him, softly at first, then harder as he kissed back. We stopped ourselves though, remembering that it was Monday morning, and that I had class. We both got up, and exited the room of sexual wonders. He picked up my dress and held it out to me. I slipped it on easily, and after grabbing my shoes, we headed down to his car. He lived about 10 minutes from the University, long enough for me to clean the semen off my face with a couple of tissues. He dropped me off in front of the anthropology building, where my class was, promising to pick me up right after class ended so we could pick up where we left off. It wasn't until then, as he was pulling away, that I realized that I was completely covered in my own cum. Head to toe, even my hair!
I felt it cautiously. It was still a little damp (I guess cum doesn't dry the way water does!), but that was okay. I hoped it looked like I'd just gotten out of the shower, even though I didn't smell like it. As I was walking to the building, I realized that in the rush out of his apartment, I'd forgotten my panties. Extremely self conscious now, I slunk into my classroom, sitting as far back as I could, so no one would want to include me.
As the professor rambled on and on about ancient African society, my mind wandered to him. I could still feel the cuffs around my wrists, and if I looked closely, I could still see the red marks they'd left. I felt myself getting wet when I remembered his cock in my mouth, or the spray of white hot seed across my face, or his hands all over my body, rubbing in my sweet-smelling cum. I started dripping when I imagined his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, and me riding him over and over, cumming again and again and again.
I snapped back into reality, to discover the lecture had gone nowhere fast, the professor was still stuck on ancient Africa. After a moment or two, the horniness overcame me, and I excused myself to use the restroom. On my way from the back of the classroom to the door, I could feel a trickle of wetness running down my leg. Let the horny boys try and figure that out! I thought, as I darted into a stall in the bathroom. I pulled the bottom of my dress up, exposing my naked pussy to the open air. I started touching myself, trying desperately to get the release he'd given me.
I couldn't take the waiting anymore. But my hand couldn't reproduce what he'd done to me yesterday, and I gave up after a full fifteen minutes of rubbing, thrusting and prodding. It had felt good, but not as good as his hands on me. I reentered the classroom, taking my seat amidst the stares of every one of my classmates. I'm sure they were all convinced I'd had a quickie in my fifteen minute "bathroom break." I didn't care what they thought, I only cared about making it through the next hour and a half of class.
Finally, it was over. He was idling outside, and we raced to his apartment. This time, he practically ripped my dress off, barely using the zipper. Once I was completely naked, he led me over to the five posts. Now that I was closer, I saw that there were little half circles of metal on the ends of each of them. Sure enough, he put my ankles into two, my wrists into the other two and my neck into the fifth. He found other half circles, and locked me into these restraints, so my butt was the only thing touching the ground.
From some dark corner, he slid a huge machine, with a long meal arm poking out of one end. On the arm was a huge penis shaped piece of plastic. He spent a few moments lining it up between my legs as I watched, silently. I had learned from last time that questions only got you gagged, and this time I wanted to be able to tell him I liked what he was doing. I felt the tip brush against my pussy lips, and I shivered. This thing could only do one thing, and that one thing seemed like a really good idea right then! He clicked a few buttons on top, and it whirred to life. I felt the plastic tip push at my folds, and past them as it entered me fully. I felt pain as the machine stretched something inside my vagina. I yelped aloud when it broke straight through that and kept going. I cringed in pain, wondering all the while if this is what being with him would be like.
He leaned down and kissed my grimacing face, smiling. "This is to prepare you," he said. "So that it doesn't hurt when you're with me!"
