'Oh god', thought Namitha. 'Why did English literature have to be such a boring subject!' She was really not in a mood to go to class again, but she had little choice. She had to take her classes, after all. She groggily got up, and brushed her teeth, muttering obscenities to her head in charge under her breath for scheduling class at 9 in the morning.
Namitha Koothrapali was not a head turner by any means. While cute, she was nothing spectacular. However she had a nice 38DD bust, and often wore tight fitting clothes to accentuate it. Fellow students often called her Bigtits, and surprisingly she was aware of it. However she still continued to wear the tight fitting, because she was often turned on by seeing the boys ogle at her.
Namitha secretly used to fantasise about being fucked by those boys, especially Roger, but she had a nerdy reputation to protect. Her parents would kick her out of the house if they found out she was even fucking a boy, much less a non-Indian or a Christian. She was among the top three in her batch, which wasn't difficult given how she was one of the only two Indians in her class, given how much Asians focus on study. 'Should I take a break today?' She muttered to herself, but then decided against it.
Namitha stripped down and looked at the mirror. She grabbed her boobs and kneaded them, feeling smug about herself. She was fairly aware of how good her breasts were, and how much attention they garnered from others. She started imagining how it would feel to have a man twisting her nipples, and shoving a large cock deep inside her. She could feel her pussy getting wet. Maybe there was a time for a quickie, she thought, and rushed into the toilet.
Namitha began to piston two fingers in and out of her pussy. She began imagining Roger, Oswald and even Tyrone, the presumably large cocked black kid in her batch simultaneously fucking her three holes. Her breasts began to heave, and she started moaning slightly, about to reach an orgasm. Suddenly she heard a knock on the door.
'Come out soon, I have to go urgently'. Shouted Stephanie, her dorm-mate. Namitha groaned, her orgasm being stopped midway. The feeling had passed. She was so close! She reluctantly came out, as Stephanie ran in, smiling. She had heard Namitha moaning, and knew she had ruined the big titted bitch's orgasm. Stephanie hated how her roommate's tits got all the attention from the college, while no one looked at her. And she could only get back at her through such petty actions.
Namitha went inside the bathroom to change, as Stephanie smiled again. Tyrone had paid her 50$ to replace Namitha's normal thong with vibrating panties, the easiest 50$ she would ever earn. Namitha was groggy in the morning, and the panties were inconspicuously bland, hence she didn't even notice, since she was anyway getting late. She changed in a hurry and rushed to class. Her cunt was still throbbing due to the orgasm that never occurred. She didn't even know this was nothing compared to what lay ahead.
***
Tyrone gazed at Namitha, sitting two rows ahead, with his mouth hanging down. He was sure that he was far from the only one. Today Namitha, or Bigtits, had stretched the definition of acceptable clothing. He wondered how could the dean even allow such skimpy and skin-tight clothing in a college, but apparently it was a fairly feminist college. Good for him.
'And as we see, Desdemona's presence in Othello's life is a metaphor for...' The teacher droned on monotonically, as Namitha shuffled around. She was feeling incredibly horny, and wanted to cum so bad. The pink nipples are the tips of her gigantic tits were erect, and wanted attention.
Tyrone smiled, as he took out his mini remote. It had 3 buttons, one + and one - for changing the speed of the vibration, and one to switch it on and off. He switched it on, biting his lips in excitement. He thought it would be fun to give her a jolt instead of a rather steady rise, so he pressed + 5 times in a row, waited for 5 seconds, and then back to 0.
Namitha was just debating whether she could get out and go to the bathroom, when the unexpected vibrations in her nether regions yanked her back to reality. She was already horny, and the immediate jolt was too much to resist. She couldn't help giving out a deep moan, which she tried to pass off as a cough. Roger, who was sitting next to her looked at her for a second, but he ignored it, not thinking much of it, and turned away. Namitha was beet red, confused what had happened. She may have the mind of a slut, but she wasn't going to climax in the fucking class!
Thankfully for her, Tyrone stopped for a while after that. But Namitha's pussy had been triggered, and it wanted release. She started feeling uncomfortable, feeling a burning itch up there. Namitha wanted to plunge three fingers up her twitching cunt and climax right in the middle of the class, but that was obviously not an option. Namitha struggled to take notes, as the teacher droned on. She couldn't focus, and started shuffling uncomfortably.
Just as the effects of the jolt were subsiding, and Namitha starting to feel relaxed, Tyrone struck again, this time going for a slow and sustained level of 3. Namitha had just started focusing on the lecture, and the steady buzz brought her attention back to her pussy. 'Mmmm', Namitha couldn't help moaning. Thank god the two seats next to her were empty. 'Oh god!' She mentally gasped as her pussy tingled, as she finally understood that her panties had been compromised. 'Must be that bitch Stephanie.' She shouted internally.
She tried to push the panties around to adjust them a little, but of no avail. She was stuck with them for the duration of the lecture. She looked around, trying to find out who was controlling her body, but couldn't understand, as Tyrone had a poker face.
Namitha started to get up, to go to the washroom and remove the panties. Tyrone was horrified. He immediately set it to the maximum of 10, as a signal to warn Namitha that this action of hers was not to be tolerated.
Namitha's pussy felt like it would split into two. The noise of the vibration was also jarring, and she could feel it ringing in her ears. As she got up, her knees began shimmying and began to buckle. She held the table, planning to get out soon, but as she took a step, she understood that this was not a valid method. Namitha winced in desperation and lust, and collapsed to the seat again. She knew if she tried to walk out like this, the orgasm would course through her just as everyone would be looking at her walking out of class, and everyone would know she had a vibrator stuffed up her crotch. She gritted her teeth, cursing the man who was controlling her pussy.
She sat down, hoping that she would orgasm from the max dial setting, but as she sat down, the vibrator stopped at that very instant. She was horrified. How did the mystery operator know when she was about to to come!
