AUTHOR'S NOTE AND WARNING TO READERS: This is not a particularly serious story. It is an homage to other authors, to Literotica, and to the forums. Anyone can read it, but it has over 100 'easter eggs' in it that makes part of the text read like gibberish. This is intentional, but likely confusing to most. Furthermore, I've included a whole bunch of things that most author's hate, such as listing a bunch of measurements just for the sake of it. The story also includes reluctant consent, creepy elements, violence, and other nasties. Read the tags - they paint a decent picture - and proceed with caution, if you dare!
This is a work of fiction, and everyone in the story is eighteen or older.
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--- GIRL CUM ---
Her panties were full of girl cum. Vaginal secretions. Womanly cream. The nectar of her sex. Her arousal was measurable by the quantity of the peach-juice, the flow being both substantial and immense.
That was the effect that her boyfriend had on her. Only, her boyfriend didn't know that he was her boyfriend yet. But she'd show him! Oh yes, she would - whether he liked it or not. And so she began harvesting her 'cherry soda', her milky slime, her liquid arousal - and she mixed it with the cookie dough. Time to bake him a treat!
Ellie had difficulties with respecting boundaries. She was not one to play by the rules. But she had so much love to give. And the object of her affection - the most handsome boy on campus, Rob "Bobby" Paulsson - was about to discover that.
Also, Ellie was 5 feet and 4 inches tall, had a bra-size of 34C, had an American shoe-size of 8 - which is about a 39 for Europeans - and she didn't have one singular pubic hair on her mound. As clean-shaven as they come!
--- 2 ---
The winter was ruthless, so most students avoided spending too much time outside in the cold. Both Ellie and Bobby were students at Victoria college, located just south of Shelbyville. The boy's and girl's dorm rooms were separate, but they shared a roomy common room located just between the two buildings - and that's where most student that weren't buried in their books hung out. A strange room, as far as decor goes, because over the years it seemed that every student had wanted to leave a tiny memento of their life there behind.
The walls were covered in a strange mismatch of both colours and motives. There were posters of giraffes in a zoo, pixel art of Mister Bean, a drawing of Elvis and his ex-wife in the summer sun, and even a B-52 bomber plane that someone had scribbled a bunch of 1's onto. Next to them, modern artwork of what - in Ellie's opinion - looked like a blue, cloudy phallus and something else that she could only describe as a green donkey dick. Perhaps she had too much sex on her mind? On the wall itself, a mural of a trio of aliens dancing around an X. The windowsill had potted flowers and plants - pink orchids, tall yellow sweetclover's, a sprout of lemon balm, and some sort of thorny plant that stung if you touched it. The walls were painted in an azure hue, with what looked like tiny little thunderbolts along the upper edges, except for the cooking corner which instead had shades of crimson - an alluring type, looking like it belonged in a dominatrix's dungeon or sultry boudoir.
Ellie sat by herself in an armchair that looked fancy enough to belong in the white house - not in the oval office, perhaps, but in some side office held by the secretary of treasury or something. She was watching Rob from afar, like a hunter, or like the phantom in that opera. In her lap, the cookie offering remained. They had turned out nicely - she ate one herself - though perhaps a tad overdone. But Ellie's heart was thundering, attempting to gather the courage to approach the beautiful specimen. He was of German descent, with eyes like the darkest night, the face of an angel, and on this faithful eve he wore a rad looking shirt and black-denim jeans, while his face exuded confidence. On any other day, Ellie would have been happy just to admire him from afar - to imagine what he might look like undressed, with his torso bare and his 'guns' on display. She imagined he was pec-o-licious. But tonight was different! Tonight she would get her turn. That didn't mean that she wasn't nervous, however...
Her chocolate hair hung like curtains around her head, framing her unfortunate facial features. Her appearance reminded her of a fat seal with bangs - her cheeks chubby and round, despite only being slightly overweight. She wore an orange dress - screechy and noticeable, like the skin of a kumquat - but it had that retro and vintage appeal. Over the radio, on a low volume, 'teenage dirtbag' by Wheatus played - which seemed like a fitting one-hit-wonder to be the evening's anthem. And so, with a deep sigh, she stood up - corrected her amorous goods to accentuate her cleavage - and began walking towards Rob and his group of friends as they sat on the couches - which for some reason were shaped almost like moustaches - having a loud discussion about something. Ellie couldn't help but to feel like she was walking into a disaster - an inevitable doom, where Rob would reject her advances or even ridicule her in front of his buddies. But surely, he wasn't like that? Not her 'boyfriend'. Nevertheless, her heart felt like dynamite, ready to explode any second.
