I fetched my phone from the table to look at the time, and discovered I was up forty minutes before my alarm was supposed to ring. I tossed and turned the whole night feeling horny thinking about the game Malika made me play. The night long stroking had only made my sex drive higher. I climbed back to my bed and started googling sweaty and armpit photos of Emilia Clarke, Sophie Turner and every Game of Thrones female cast's name I could remember and stroked myself violently to them. Just before I could cum into a paper towel I was interrupted by a loud conversation outside my door. I opened my window just enough to peek at the cause of the disturbance.
"Are you sure you want to miss your classes?" asked Neha didi to her sister standing at the door.
"Yes. For the hundredth time, I don't feel good. Now go!" replied Natasha with frustration in her voice.
I continued stroking my dick looking at Neha didi's magnificent body. She was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans that stuck tightly to her muscular body. My horny brain could only think about sucking her perfect sweat armpits before lifting her petite body in my arms and bang the hell out of her.
"Alright then. Take care." Neha didi said, as she walked off flaunting her tempting ass, making me stroke faster.
After she disappeared down the steps I saw her sister tiptoeing towards the staircase. She was obviously making sure her sister was gone. She then hurried back towards their room and peeked down the railing of the open corridor. I started to doubt if she was really not feeling well. She then started walking towards my door. I quickly jumped back pulling my pants up. She knocked on my door. The quick turn of events had left me paralysed. Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I answered the door after a short delay making sure everything beneath my waist was shielded by my half open door.
I saw her standing with her head hung down with shyness, as always. She was wearing tiny tennis shorts that didn't conceal the stretch marks on her girthy thighs. Her legs were slightly tanned below her knee unlike the milky white upper half. She had a white tank top on that fit her tightly making her herculean tits spill out from the sides. A red bra, visible through the translucent top, supported her massive busts making ample cleavage visible. Stretch marks were also present between her boobs. Her bra straps couldn't hide under the thin straps of her tank top. Her bare chest revealed freckles that faded away near her shoulders. She had a slightly chubby body with an extremely pretty face. Her face had minor stretches of acne and a prominent zit was on her forehead. Her cheeks were freckled like her chest. She had innocent looking eyes behind her black square-framed glasses. Her hair was tied into a loose ponytail with locks of hair falling at the sides of her face.
"Hi. I am Natasha." she said with a sweet, innocent voice.
"Yes, I believe we have met before." I said with an awkward smile, recollecting our first encounter.
"I was just wondering when you leave for your classes." she said with urgency in her voice.
Something felt fishy. The most introverted girl I ever met was asking me when I would leave for college only on our second meeting, not to mention her double checking if her sister was gone. Fuck college, I told myself. I wanted to find out what she was upto.
"I will be leaving soon." I lied. I now had plans to stayback and find out why she lied to her sister and wanted me to leave.
"Okay cool!" she said before hurrying back to her room abruptly.
I waited at the window to see what was going on. Only fifteen minutes later I heard her door bolt open. I quickly hid myself peeking through a narrow gap in my window. I saw her head peek out and scan the corridor. She then stepped out texting someone on her phone. A couple minutes later I saw a bald man walk into the corridor dressed as a courier guy. Natasha pulled out a rolled up bundle of cash from under her pants and waited near her door shaking her leg impatiently. The bald man approached her when I could see him better. He had his left eyebrow pierced and had a tattoo on his neck. He looked too shady to be a courier guy. He stood before Natasha looking at her top to bottom with his eyes finally stopping at her chest.
"You should really slow down on this stuff girl." he said with a grin on his face.
Natasha kicked the man hard on his balls. "Mind your own business." she said, handing over the thick bundle of cash, "..which you are doing really badly. If you are late one more time, I will feed you your balls." she added.
I was shocked. I never expected a sweet, innocent and nerdy girl to be secretly so badass.
The bald man laughed and pulled out a brown paper bag from his delivery bag. Natasha snatched it and shut the door in his face immediately after. I didn't know much about drug dealers but this man definitely felt like one. I waited for him to leave and stepped out of my door stealthily. I walked to her room and continued spying on the secretly badass girl. I could see that the window was closed but now bolted. I very carefully pushed it open very little to peek inside.
I saw Natasha standing and taking out the contents of the brown bag onto her table with little patience. From what I could figure, there were around three tiny cylindrical glass bottles with blue labels on them. There was also a plastic bag filled with what looked like a translucent jelly. I saw her lay it all on her table and drag a chair in front of her cupboard. She climbed the chair and opened the dirty top chamber that had cobwebs on it. She put her hands inside and struggled to pull out a red bag. She got down and unzipped the bag hurriedly pouring out all of its contents on the table as well. I saw two suction cups with pipes attached to them that ended in a transparent bottle that had a pump attached to it. There was also a metal box which she opened to take out a syringe from. My drug dealer hypothesis had enough evidence supporting it now. She dampened a piece of cotton with what looked like clinical spirit, disinfecting her arm which had a black strap tied to create pressure followed by the new injection needle. She punctured the metallic seal on the tiny bottle with the needle and pulled the plunger back filling the syringe with all the transparent fluid. She tapped it making sure no air bubbles were present. She then tapped her arm to expose her veins and injected it carefully in her arm. She pushed down the plunger emptying the drug into her veins.
The drug showed its effect in seconds. Natasha dropped down on the chair with her head hanging back and her eyes fluttering. While still in her 'high' she pulled the plastic bag with the jelly in it and opened it, her eyes barely being able to remain open. She picked up a tiny charred, metallic spatula and took out a bit of the translucent jelly. She then started warming it under a lighter from the same box she had the needles in. The jelly started to boil in seconds. Natasha stood up and walked to her bed barely maintaining balance. She pulled down her tiny shorts and her panties exposing her hairy pussy spreading her legs wide open. Her pussy mound was covered with dense curly pubic hair. Her clits were red and swollen. I was awed. She proceeded by pouring the melted jelly which now turned into a gooey slime onto her palm. She then started rubbing her clits with it. Strings of the goop formed between her hand and pussy. I had never imagined a mode of consuming drugs in this manner. The mysterious jelly was instantaneous in its effect. Natahsa started moaning and shaking as she rubbed her clits with the drug. As she rubbed faster and faster her moan transitioned more into a scream of pain which she seemed to enjoy the same. Her free hand suddenly grabbed her huge boobs as if someone had whipped them. Her scream grew more wild and wet patches started to emerge on her white tan top. She quickly pulled down her bra and tank top as her ginormous tits fell out. I was stunned to see milk leaking out from her pink, swollen nipples. Her areola was pink and prominently dotted. Blue veins ran all over her tits that were the size of a melon.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK." she screamed, squeezing her tits as milk spurted out from them.
I was extremely turned on looking at her tits hanging out of her wet tank top and her hairy pussy being rubbed violently. To have a better view I tried to push open the window a bit more. To my utter misfortune, the window creaked and quickly got her attention. She jumped out of her bed in terror and looked staright at me. Her right hand covered her pussy and her left hand could barely cover the nipple of one tit. Her nipples were still leaking milk uncontrollably. I saw droplets of milk on her glasses and panic on her face. I instinctively rushed back to my room and bolted my door shut.
What did I just see? What will she do to me? Will I go to jail? How was she lactating? A thousand questions flooded my brain.
As I was going to reach out for the window to peek outside again I heard knocking at my door. I slowly walked to the door and waited. The knocking got more and more desperate. I opened the door to see Natasha standing in her tank top soaked in her own milk and with red, teary eyes. She pushed open the door fully getting inside and bolted it shut quickly.
"Please don't tell this to anyone." she pleaded, falling on her knees.
