Gifted 04 Working It Out

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Chapter 4: Working It Out

I'm perched at a battered desk in a cavernous exam hall. The overhead lighting is bright, too bright, and my skull casts a sinister shadow over my test papers. The desk is one of those ones that I swear every school has stock in; one leg inexplicably shorter than the other three and, everytime you write from one side of the page to the other, the whole fucking thing tips and rocks like a branch on a river. The hurried sounds of other people writing screeches across the room, as the students around me rampage through their exams. I squint forwards. The clock in front of me is consuming minutes at a blistering pace. I look back down at my exam sheet but the ink swirls and drips until there's barely anything comprehensible written there whatsoever. Something about Faulkner's representation of time and memory? Fuck. I didn't do any of the readings. Who fucking knows?

To my right, a decrepit old woman is pacing the rows of desk with the focus of an apex predator. She pauses right beside me, so close that I could count the skinfolds in her neck. I can't block out the musty scent of her cardigan. I hunch my shoulders and try to disappear down my own shirt and melt into my paper. I barely let myself breathe. To stall her off, I make meaningless circles with my pen. Little silly squiggles. Nothing to see here ma'am. After an agonising moment, the invigilator continues on her patrol.

I formed a few generic sentences, feeling the sweat dribble down my forehead. Slowly, the room began to fill with a loud, wet, schlocking sound. Rhythmic and damp. Schlock. Schlock. Shlock. I look up and panned around for the source. Nothing. Head back down.

"William (?) Faulkner was an American (?) novelist who..." I scribbled, thus exhausting my entire knowledge on the subject. SCHLOCK. SCHLOCK. SCHLOCK. The slurping, spluttering, choking noise seemed to be getting that much louder and louder. The people immediately beside me started to shift, glaring upwards in frustration. Pens started to get dropped en masse. I tried to tune it out, scribbling furiously on my page "Discourse...cultural hegemony...aesthetic framing...liminality". I was writing with fury, pouring nonsensical ramblings out of my pen. I wrote furiously, nose almost to the page. I bit my lip and wrote frantically. I had to pass this exam at any cost. Yet, I could feel dozens of eyes burning on me. What the fuck was making that fucking sound!?

My pen came to a halt so suddenly that it tore through the page. startled, I realised where the noise was coming from. Very. Close. To. Home. I slid back on my chair in horror, and looked down at my lap. Sure enough, crammed underneath my desk, sprawled out on her knees was Caroline Woods. Or at least, I was pretty sure it was Caroline. I couldn't see her face but I could see that trademark mane of platinum blonde hair styled so beautifully and intricately in wavy layers. Below that, I could see her two wobbling, gigantic watermelon tits and an impossibly deep valley of cleavage. They are crammed into a ludicrous white sports bra that seems woefully inadequate for the task of containing those goliaths. That was all I could see though, because presently Caroline was right up close, forehead driving into my belly button, and she appeared to be inhaling every inch of my rock-hard, massive cock. She plunged forth on her knees, desperate and aggressive in her attack.

I was horrified, repulsed, confused. I'd fantasised about this happening but - here?? Now?? I looked around me at the burning, irate faces of my fellow examinees. They fanned out around me, frowning in all directions. They were practically tut-tutting; as if I had performed a low-level test infraction such as coughing too loudly or forgetting to put my phone on silent. I stuttered, unsure what to say. I put my hands on Caroline's head to pull her off me, aware for the first time of the immense pleasure that was coursing through me. Suddenly, without any control over the action, I thrust my cock upwards, sliding further into her throat with one powerful lunge. The force was enough to bang her head into the underside of the desk. Caroline giggled demurely in response before beginning her handling.

"Really? Do you mind?" scolded the girl in front of me in the whiniest tone I could imagine.

"I - I- I- I'm sorry!" I stammered. Caroline was doing an amazing job on my dick. My whole body was practically vibrating in response to her expert throating. She was moaning loudly now, desperately purring in delight. Her porn-staresque mewling rose in volume above even the absurd wet slurping sounds that her ministrations were producing. The invigilator was beside me now, arms folded, brow creased.

"Young man, having a monstrously gigantic dick is no reason for you to be making such a ruckus in my exam room." She said, sternness personified.. "I'm going to have to ask you to turn in your paper and exit the room immediately".

I had to grip the chair now and clench my teeth to avoid crying out with pleasure. Caroline was now putting her whole body into it, bouncing upwards on her knees and then dropping so that gravity fed inch after inch of my cock down her tight, warm throat. "Uh - uh - I - uh" I stammered uselessly as I felt myself dragged closer and closer to orgasm.

Several students had gathered around my table now and were yelling their various protests as one collective mob. Fists slammed on my desk. People grabbed at my shoulders and arms and shook me.

"I need to pass this exam and -"

"Donkey dick freak!"

"How entitled can you be?!"

"No! I didn't -" I stuttered, disoriented, fighting back the flood of cum that was brewing in my balls. "I don't! This isn't supposed to -"

I looked back under the desk, trying to plead with my tormenter. But Caroline and her golden hair, her bronzed mammoth tits, had disappeared. And instead, working my pole with equal slippery enthusiasm, was dumpy Olivia. A wicked smile crept across her face as she let the entirety of my dick slip from her mouth. She placed the engorged pole to her side, where it stretched and quivered and rested on her left shoulder.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself Robbie! Don't you love what I've done for you??"

Then she chuckled menacingly and began to feed my dick back into her throat. She moved slowly down the pole, with the same purposeful momentum as a landslide. I could see her neck bulging obscenely. She expertly milked my cock with prodigal control over her throat muscles. At the same time, she bobbed powerfully on my massive dick. I knew that I couldn't hold back anymore and that I was going to, I had to, I needed to -

***

A door slammed!

My eyelids flew open as I started upwards. With great relief, I found I was back in my room. The lamp was in the corner, casting an orange haze around the room. Nap's sheets had been hastily thrown back and I deduced that he had just stormed out of the room. He had been doing that a lot lately - storming out of rooms that I was in.

But, by the time I had registered all that information, I became hyper-aware of something else.

My own blankets had been tossed aside too, and between my legs, perched Hilary. Eerily reminiscent of dream Caroline/Olivia, her head was down and a spread of mousey blonde hair fell across my lap. Those monstrous slurping sounds had carried into reality. Hilary was absolutely the shit out of my cock. I could feel the comfortable warmth of her mouth as she pythoned my throbbing head into the opening of her throat. The pressure, somewhere between immense pleasure and unbearable pain. Electric sensation that made my fingers and toes curl up on their own account. I felt myself lurch forward after a particularly powerful gulp.

This had happened a few times in the last two weeks. Hilary, who loved a beer more than anyone I knew, had stumbled home drunk from the campus bar. Inhabitations drowned by alcohol and the lingering spell of glimpsing my magical penis, she'd been led to my door where she had gone to work draining my swollen nutsack. The first night had been an utter surprise but not an unpleasant one. This must have been the fourth time. I suspected that this nocturnal interruption and the associated jealousy was the chief reason that Nap hadn't spoken to me in days. Hilary was an absurdly loud cocksucker. The room was filled with sopping slurping sounds and an impassioned moaning that sounded like a dog nursing a wasp sting. She practically wailed with delight every time she lowered herself onto my enormous pole. She wasn't as skilled at oral sex as Olivia had been, or Doctor Emma or Poppy, but she was a creature of pure enthusiasm. I relaxed back into the bed as she continued her loud, noisy exploration of his cock.

"Hey Hilary, you know you don't have to -" I managed a feeble protest as I fingered at her hair with both hands. Hilary, in response, made a sharp angry noise that buzzed my dick. She put her hands on my hands and forced herself another inch lower into the blowjob. Pleasure enveloped my body as I closed my eyes and began to enjoy her ministrations

Removing my hands from her head, I began to stroke both her shoulders as she slurped on my dick. I followed the warm curves of her body to her neckline. With my right hand, I squeezed gently on her melon sized breast. I took as much of the fat boob into my hand as I could, scouting with my fingers until I found her hard nipple. A satisfied smile spread across my face.

Without any fanfare, I was cumming. All of a sudden, I was roaring with pleasure and rearing up, forcing cock even deeper into Hilary's neck. I felt the first huge pulse of semen work its way from my desperate scrotum, through my oversized shaft and practically explode into the poor girl's mouth. A wave of white cum burst out of the tip of my cock as Hilary retreated backwards, coughing and spluttering. Even in the reduced light, I could see absurd quantities of white, foamy cum fountaining out of her mouth in a sheet. The offending blast dropped back into my lap, puddling in the blankets and sheets. An uncomfortable heat and damp sensation overcame me. I fell back on the mattress, spots in my vision from the exertion. Hilary slumped on top of me, sandwiching my shrinking cock against my hips and shoulder. I rolled to the side as she assumed an affectionate spooning position, encircling my neck with both arms.

"Oh my god Robbie..." cooed Hilary as she tightened her grasp on my body. I could smell the alcohol practically rising from her invisible vapours. "I love sucking you off!"

"Thanks Hillary. That was really nice. But you shouldn't -" My lame acknowledgements were suddenly cut off by her discordant snoring. I felt her body slacken, suddenly pinning me down with her deadweight. I lay there, staring at the orange-tinged ceiling, listening to her grunts reverberate around the room. There was no way I could sleep. There were too many thoughts in my mind - the last two weeks really had changed everything.

Somehow, the biggest shift in all of this wasn't being a mega-hung stud with a magical cock; it was having Napoleon angry with me. He was truly seething with something; rage? Jealousy? Betrayal? We truly had not spoken a complete sentence to each other since the night he had caught me in the act with Poppy. Since then, Nap had been fast asleep everytime I had turned in for the night, and he had left our shared room well before I woke up in the morning. As soon as I returned home, Nap performatively found some errand to leave the house on. If we were ever in the same space together, the hallways, the kitchen, there was a thick tension in the ear, as ever present as a lingering fart. He seemed to spend all his time now with Kyle and Johan. Those were tertiary friends, mere backbenchers. Second-stringers. Whatever he was doing it wasn't with me

And I understood why Nap would be jealous. We'd both been gold star losers in high school and had kept the streak alive in their first year here at Manning. In fact, out of the two of us, it had been the charismatic and shameless Nap who had been the ladies man. I mean, comparatively. If I was talking to no girls and getting no girls, he was talking to thirty girls and occasionally getting one girl. A girl like Poppy would have been completely out of our grasp but he had watched me pull her easily, wordlessly in front of his eyes. His whole perception of the world had just been turned upside down. I was sure Nap was equally confused about my possession of a mind bogglingly massive cock - it seemed like that the kind of thing that might have been mentioned once or twice during our shared adolescence. Nap was surely feeling confused, inferior, jealous and a host of other unpleasant emotions. I would have probably felt the same way.

But I missed him. It really hurt to be this distant from Nap. Everytime he slammed his laptop shut and stomped out of the common room, or set his alarm for 5am just to avoid having a difficult conversation with me, it was a blow. I usually spent all my free time with Nap; talking shit, scheming on our come-up, contemplating our white middle class existence. We'd been each other's' best friend and only cheerleaders for so long now. The last few days I'd just been wandering the campus, moping around like the protagonist of a depressing music video.

Well, that wasn't true. I had been spending a fair bit more of my time with Poppy. She was utterly obsessed with me at the moment - or rather she was obsessed with my monster dick. Things had been less frantic, less rushed, the sex more skillful. Her compact body with that flat stomach and juicy ass. She had been patient with me, taught me a few things so I felt less reliant on just battering away with my huge dick.We'd made each other cum more times than I could count. Even thinking about her now made my limp dick start to twitch and stir.

But she'd been discreet about the whole thing, picking me up late at night in her car and keeping things pretty much isolated to the backseat.

It was difficult for a man of my, err, gifted proportions to operate in such tight conditions.

I thought back to last night, her lithe, naked body entwined with mine in the too-cramped car seat.

"Robbie", she'd scolded. "I love doing this, but you need to control yourself. These cum-stains are not coming out of my upholstery. People are asking questions about the smell too. I think you should really start using a condom".

"Have you got a condom that would fit this?" I'd teased, and prodded her in the chin with my lengthening cock. She'd laughed in response and we'd resumed our play. She seemed embarrassed in her soberist moments to publicly declare herself as my sexual partner, but at least she appeared to leave those hangups at the driver side door of her Corolla.

The other girls in the house had been treating me really weirdly as well. Last week, I had an awkward encounter with Ada in the kitchen that still played on my mind. She'd been brewing herself a coffee, humming a SZA song to herself.. She'd been distracted, facing away from me as I came in. I remember she was wearing tight black exercise shorts and a blue tank that left her sculpted shoulder blades exposed. As she'd turned around and seen me, she let out a squeal and dropped her coffee on the floor. I'd quickly gotten a wet towel to help clean it up and knelt onto the floor with her. I felt my arm press firmly against her brown thighs as we dabbed, and I'd felt her recoil and stammer. She couldn't meet my eyes and as soon as we'd mopped up the spill, she hastily retreated from the room.

Later that day, I found her doing yoga alone in the living room. This time she was wearing a tiny athletic bralet that I could not believe she owned, and the shortest nylon shorts I had ever seen her wear. Miles of long, lean leg were visible and her shorts exposed half of one of her round asscheeks. I could see the deep ridges of her collarbone and the knuckles of her spine as she stretched over herself. I'd had to leave the room in order to avoid getting an erection. When I'd thought about it later, I realised she had to have known in advance that this was my only period off that day. At some level, she'd wanted me to walk in on that. The thought excited me further.

I'd also heard a little bit of buzz about myself as I walked around the campus. A few packs of women that I'd encountered on their walk had started giggling to their friends behind shielding palms. I wasn't naive enough to assume they'd all been afflicted by the same random giggle fit - I knew they were gossiping about me, and presumably about what was between my legs. But I was unsure where those rumours would have stemmed from and how accurate their intelligence was.

However, the biggest spike in female attention I was getting now was definitely from Debbie. At first, she seemed to be avoiding me after seeing my cock, but by now I was beginning to understand how this worked, and I knew she would make a move at this point. The text messages began to stream in a few days later, innocent at first. "What are you doing today?" "good morning", "hi". I'd made small talk at first, ignored some of them, out of an allegiance to Nap, to not wanting to deepen the scar in our relationship. But then the pictures started to come through.

A particular image, a selfie of Debbie with her back to the camera, had weakened my resolve somewhat. I closed my eyes and pictured it. Debbie in a blue and white striped one piece which split the colossal cheeks of her ass right down the middle. Two bulbous, tanned cheeks, lightly streaked with stretch marks. Pressed against a bathroom counter, they looked absolutely enormous, like two pumpkins side by side. The biggest, firmest ass that I could imagine quickly disappeared into an impossibly pinched waist. I had jerked off violently to it immediately but never acknowledged the picture. I returned to it regularly, staring into my phone screen like Frodo spinning the One Ring in his fingers. If I hadn't had Poppy and Heidi regularly servicing my balls, I am sure she would have broken me with that delectable derriere.

Then there was the other text message. I received it a week ago and it made me nervous every time I thought about it. "Mr. Dodd. This is Dr. Poulson from Student Medical Services. Please call me immediately". I wanted to put the whole incident with her out of my mind. It was a blip as far as I was concerned, I couldn't even be sure it had happened.

But it had. The beautiful doctor had stopped her examination midway through to stretch her throat out with my dick. Then, having coaxed out a load, she had practically jumped me, making love to me on her examination table. With medical care the way it is in this country, I knew that wasn't meant to happen. I felt weird about the whole thing. Even though she had consented, she'd definitely broken her hippocratic oath by draining my balls in her examination room and the consent around the whole thing still felt iffy to me. I was terrified that she was going to press charges and get me expelled or something. Everytime my phone pinged, I felt my blood turn to ice.

I had to get these thoughts of my mind if I ever wanted to get to sleep. I snuggled up against Hilary, palming her full, spongy breast. I began synching my breathing with hers, smelling the mixture of Panteen and cigarette smoke in her hair. I could feel my soft dick pressed against my thigh, still dribbling cum onto the mattress. I could not decide yet if the "upgrade" that Olivia had given me had really been an improvement. I entwined my legs with Hilary's thick thighs and drifted off to sleep.