A satisfying release, a filling lunch, and a joyous reunion

"So basically, to sum it all up, Roger somehow still isn't over you yet. Loser hours, if you ask me."

"I don't really wanna think of him as a loser or anything, Viv, but...yeah, he's kinda going through it."

"Eh, don't worry about him, Mel. He's just being dramatic."

"Alright, Nathan, here's your—oh, wow. Given the especially dumb look on your face, I've got some good timing."

At the apex of a surge of warmth emanating from his core and his face twisting with the bliss of another explosive release, Nathan heard a familiar voice suddenly speak up right next to him. It was Amelia, who had managed to arrive with his order of two pepperoni slices at the exact moment he reached his tipping point—a grand climax the three girls from Lunar University didn't even seem to notice.

For the past ten minutes, he had been absolutely ravaging Melanie from behind. Plunging the depths of her tight asshole without pause (though it had loosened up more than a little by now), the squelching sounds of sodomy had been reverberating nonstop from their corner of the establishment. Though he started off nice and slow, it wasn't very long at all before he was positively railing her with the **** of an animal in heat. Keeping himself steady with his hands gripping her childbearing hips, he kept up his monstrous pace with ease until he felt himself getting close. At that point, he swiftly swapped to her pussy as promised, aiming to dump the contents of his sweet release as deep into her womb as he could manage.

Hanging his head low, Nathan couldn't hold back his sharp grunts as he thrust forward one final time and held himself there. From the tip of his throbbing cock nestled deep within Melanie's warm, moist hole, a flood of his cum began to spew just as Amelia had approached him. She waited patiently with a playfully teasing smile, enjoying Nathan's shameless display of his orgasm face as he filled yet another girl he hadn't even known for an hour yet with his seed. It took well over a dozen voluminous shots of his creamy essence before it finally started to settle down, and when he reached the end of his much needed relief, he pulled out of his blonde-haired cumdumpster with a sigh of immense satisfaction.

Stepping back, he saw the results of his own handiwork as a steady downpour of his semen began to slowly trail down from Melanie's slick slit, collecting into a small pool between her spread legs below. Her asshole was still gaped wide open—with how thoroughly Nathan had made unreciprocated love to it, it was sure to remain as such for at least a short while. Properly drained, his member began a steady de-escalation back to calmed flaccidity as he turned his head to Amelia. She handed him a plastic tray housing two generously sized slices of pepperoni pizza, giggling softly as he took it from her hands. "That seemed intense. Feeling relieved?"

A guttural rumbling intercepted Nathan before he could speak. Eyeing the greasy slices that would grant him salvation from his starvation, he gave Amelia a curt nod. "Yeah, but not as relieved as I'm about to feel eating this. I'm starving..."

"Well, sex does burn calories. Not a whole lot, but given how much you **** girls...doesn't surprise me that your stomach would rebel," Amelia reasoned. She playfully flicked Nathan's forehead before settling her green eyes against his own hues of dark brown. "How many times have I told you now? Don't neglect your tummy, dummy! Anyway, you need anything else, I'll be up front."

"Thanks," Nathan said. He retuned Amelia's bright smile with his own, much smaller though it was. Bringing his focus back to the table, he stepped towards the empty seat next to Vivian and sat himself down with his food. It was only after seeing this that Melanie finally shifted her position, standing back upright and moving to seat herself in the chair on Karla's side. Though his food was at last in front of him, something else had stolen Nathan's attention. Rather, it was the lack of something—his vision leisurely glided across the contents of the table, and as it did, a dissatisfied grimace soured his countenance.

Their conversation in a lull and their eyes glued to their phones in boredom, Melanie only just barely noticed Nathan's current state from the corner of her view. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she addressed him, bringing the other two's eyes up. "What's wrong, Nathan? Missing something?"

"No bigger ones around?" the **** hobbyist asked in response, his fingers shuffling through a stack of smaller brown napkins. "These are fine for the food, but I could use something else bigger..."

"Uh, I might have something in my purse," Vivian offered next to him. She began to reach down to a black suede bag between her feet underneath the table, dipping her head below. "What's it for, anyway?"

"Just trying to clean my dick a bit after **** Melanie...eh, thinking about it, no need to bother checking in your purse. You'll do."

The three of them couldn't quite make sense of Nathan's words or intentions. All was made clear in the following moment, however, when he gently but firmly took grasp of Vivian's head from behind and pulled her back up from under the table.

The bespectacled girl then found her face being forcefully guided downwards towards Nathan's crotch. Up close and personal with his limp cock resting out of the opening of his shorts, a thick mixture of odors quickly besieged her—it was the scent of Nathan's own sweat and the still damp layers of both his cum and Melanie's juices fused as one. Feeling Nathan's other hand take hold of her temple, she understood him perfectly as he began to rub her face over his package.

Oh, I'm the napkin, then, she calmly thought to herself as Nathan turned her face slightly and dug her cheeks and mouth up and down his crotch. Her glasses were quickly growing smudged, pushed up to her forehead as he sank her head into his balls and held it there for a minute. Makes sense, I guess.

"Wow! So forward thinking, Nathan!"

"Eh...?"

A bewildered murmur was all Nathan could manage as he looked up from his waist. Still rubbing and smushing Vivian's face every which way around his junk, he found an impressed Melanie staring at him with eyes of twinkling admiration. "Sorry...?"

"The environment, silly! Deforestation is a real problem, you know? So kudos to you!" Melanie exclaimed. Reverence bubbled in her tone as she assertively nodded to him. "Finding ways to help out conservationist efforts while violating us, thinking about how you can save the trees even as you **** girls...I just think that's super neat! After all, why bother with napkins and tissues when you could just use our faces as literal cumrags? Awesome idea!"

Dumbfounded, Nathan couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly. Melanie didn't notice it, but Karla stifled a laugh as she continued scrolling down something on her phone. She had picked up that Nathan had no such idea in mind to begin with, but she was happy to let her friend think as much and to let Nathan claim the title of mindful environmentalist she was crowning him with.

In reality, it just spoke to Melanie's kindhearted spirit, and it's own way, it only serviced to excite Nathan. Having his selfish deeds misconstrued as something altruistic was, simply put, inherently asinine and utterly ridiculous—an impossible notion that got him going as much as any other. He was prone to revel in all forms of absurdity brought forth by his hobby, and being praised for forcing himself on a woman without her consent was just about as absurd as things could get.

Vivian felt his cock harden ever so slightly as he nodded above her. "Uh, yeah. Just doing what I can, I guess," he answered sheepishly. He gave Vivian one last sustained push into his cock and balls, pressing the center of her face hard into them and holding her for a few seconds before letting go of her head. Like a deep diver surfacing for air, the mocha skinned girl took a sharp gasp of breath, coughing a little as she repositioned her glasses.

To Nathan's enjoyment, she didn't seem to care about the grimy, sticky mess that had been transferred to her face, merely returning to her phone with a quiet smile. It wasn't long before she was laughing at something she was she keen to share with the other two, at which point lively conversation started up again. With his balls emptied and his cock clean (or as clean as Vivian's face could manage, anyway), he mostly kept to himself and focused on settling the score with his grumbling stomach as the white noise of their chatter filled his ears.

Eating the impossibly huge slices as they were at a fairly leisurely rate, Nathan finished the straightforward yet satisfying lunch twenty minutes later. Reclining as much as the table seat would allow, he closed his eyes for a moment and yawned as he let his food settle. Before any form of potential drowsiness could think to settle in, though—

"Chicken parm for takeout! Order for Melanie, up front!"

—a startlingly loud shout from the bald proprietor across the restaurant kept him wide awake.

"Oh, that'd be me!" Melanie piped up, her ongoing gossip with Karla and Vivian cut short. Her eyes quickly found Nathan's. "Ready to head back, Nathan?"

Nathan's confirmation was simultaneous with the screeching of his chair legs scratching the white tile floor. "Yeah, all set," he affirmed, pushing his chair back in as he collected his tray and trash. He received small thanks from Karla and Vivian upon collection of their empty plates and trays, compounding it all into a single pile that he left in the nearby designated trash pickup spot. He briefly checked his phone as he returned to the table's side, patiently waiting for Melanie to finishing giving her friends a quick spot of goodbye hugs.

"Good seeing you two!" Melanie said, her warm smile spreading to her friends. "Text me later, okay?"

"Bye, Mel! And nice meeting you, Nathan!"

"Take care, guys."

With a small wave of his hand in farewell, the local **** headed for the front with his latest cumdumpster in tow. Behind their backs, Karla let out an exaggerated sigh as she turned her attention to her phone, speaking only when they were out of earshot. "Still think it's a bit weird, but whatever."

"I can't believe you're still being a judgmental party pooper," Vivian replied, giving Karla's shins a playful kick beneath the table. "If he ever decides to **** your asshole like he did Melanie's, he's gonna have to take out the stick you've got stuck up there first."

"Hah, jeez! Fine, fine, I'll shut up!" Karla surrendered, submitting a small laugh of defeat. "I'm not too keen on the idea of him using me like a disposal sex toy, much less him putting a baby in me, but I guess there really is no harm in having fun with a hobby."

"There you go! Character development, what a concept. Love to see it."

Smiles and laughs abound, the two were left to the remainder of their lunch and their banter while Nathan and Melanie walked up to the pickup counter. Seeing their arrival ahead of time, an attentive Amelia grabbed a small white box with Melanie's name scribbled over the Antonio's logo out of a warmer. Melanie's contagious smile reached her own face as she handed it to the blonde-haired cumdump. "Here you go. Fork, knife, and napkins inside. Thanks for waiting."

The intoxicating aroma of her favorite food seeping from the cracks of the cardboard container turned Melanie's grin into one of eager anticipation. "Thanks! See you soon!"

Poised to leave the establishment, Nathan and Melanie's exit was held off twice.

"Nathan, you insatiable little shit!"

First, it was from the aging cook himself. Tony had shouted in teasing jest across the kitchen, not taking his eyes off the supreme pie he was adorning with toppings. "Take care of yourself, horndog!"

"Thanks, Tony," Nathan answered, raising his voice only as much as he needed to. Melanie giggled before making her way to the door, and when Nathan set off to follow, the second interruption took place.

"Don't forget, Nathan..."

Turning back, he saw Amelia looking at him.

With no customers in line to tend to, her attention was fully on him, and it was with a surprisingly seductive tint in her green hues that she licked her lips and winked. "If you could make it tonight, stop by and have some fun with your favorite throat again. My mouth would really appreciate it, hehe."

"Uh...yeah, I'll..."

In truth, Nathan had no idea what at all he would be doing for the rest of the day after his visit to Serenity. His invitation from Seoyun earlier was the only real plan present in his mind, but the sight of Amelia playfully mimicking a blowjob motion by pushing her tongue on the inside of her cheek with a remarkably lewd look in her eyes was a potent reminder—even if he sometimes forgot, he was certainly always spoiled for choice.

"...I'll try," Nathan offered noncommittally. He wore an expression of mixed amusement and arousal born from Amelia's taunt. "I'll text you if something comes up. Later, Amelia."

Farewells exchanged, Nathan strolled up to his patient cumdumpster at the front door. Amelia watched the two leave with hopeful excitement, her eyes glued to Nathan's back as she let her mind bask in the memory of his cum which she found herself desperately wanting to drink again.

The rumbling of a sputtering car engine rang out in the parking lot, and with that, Nathan and Melanie were on their way back to Lunar University. Refreshed and no longer on the brink of **** by starvation, Nathan was feeling revitalized, eager to see his long time friend for the first time in a decent while. He casually shot the breeze with Melanie at her insistence as she randomly started talking about various topics and asking him any number of questions. He didn't mind it whatsoever, though; she was a lovely person to be around, and her body continued to be a source of entertainment for him. He took every opportunity he was given at stop signs and red lights to indiscriminately cop a feel of her tits, and her complete lack of reaction as she simply continued blabbing was undoubtedly pleasing.

Their return to the campus grounds came a short ride later. It would have been finished just a bit sooner, but Nathan had made a point of pulling the female security guard at the check-in gate in through his open window so that he could **** her mouth with his tongue while groping her exposed chest. She hadn't resisted whatsoever, of course, wearing a compliant smile as she happily engaged in his demand framed as an innocuous request. It took the driver behind him blaring their horn to bring him back to reality, at which point he realized the trail of cars that had gathered and released her, sharing a somewhat embarrassed laugh with her and Melanie.

Pulling into the parking lot, Nathan slid into a space close to the nearest building and shut off the struggling vehicle. He retrieved his phone from his pocket as he exited the car, caring little for the unlocked door and lowered windows. Melanie did the same and came around the sedan to his side, and he gave her a hopeful look while pocketing the phone again. "Nearly one o' clock. Figure she's back by now?"

"Unless she had some other plans she didn't tell you about, yeah," Melanie assured him. With the beating sun high in the sky, the two began a relaxed walk back towards the dorms. To absolutely no one's surprise, Nathan's hands were unhappy with being idle as they always were, leading him to touch and squeeze the soft fat of Melanie's breasts and ass next to him. "I haven't talked with her a whole lot, though, so I couldn't tell you if she had some kind of club activity going on this afternoon."

Nathan shrugged. "Guess we'll see then."

The trek back to the dorms went on as uneventfully as the car drive back, Nathan toying with Melanie's plush flesh the whole way. He was relieved to hear that she and many others of both the student body and the faculty team agreed with his opinion on the questionably tacky design of most of the school, what with Melanie herself sparing no expense poking fun at it upon their return to the Ganymede building. Stepping out of the elevator on the third floor and traversing down the hall, Nathan once again came to a stop in front of the bright violet door which read 38P/Stephan-Ortema.

A light breath slipped between Melanie's lips as she turned to face him. "Alright, Nathan! I guess this is where our little outing wraps up," she said with a smile. Tapping the top of the Antonio's takeout box, she gave him a nod. "I should probably go eat this before it gets any colder. Besides, I'm starting to feel a little hungry myself now, hehe."

"Don't worry about it," Nathan said dismissively. "Take care. It was nice meeting you."

"You too!"

Expecting her to simply turn around and head off, Nathan was caught off guard as he felt the softness of her exposed body sink into his own. Melanie had gone in for a swift hug, showing the near stranger who had just violated her and very likely knocked her up a gesture of friendship and affection. Pulling away, Nathan was almost blinded by a bright, beaming smile. "Thanks again for treating me! And thanks even more for **** me! I hope it felt really good! If you wanna do it again, just show yourself into my room with that fancy master key and do whatever you want with me, 'kay? Bye, Nathan!"

Nathan could only give her a nod, a pleasant stirring in his core perking his cock a little as he watched her make her way for her door down the hall. His eyes were on her shapely ass until the very last second, and with the closing of her door, he made a mental note out loud to himself. "Melanie, Serenity's neighbor...definitely a keeper."

His focus re-centering on the door in front of him, Nathan retrieved a lightweight black wallet from his back pocket. Sliding out a key card with the university's half moon logo engraved on its center, he brought it to the door's handle and slid it across the card reader. The loud whirring of the lock's mechanisms indicated that it had undone itself, and the clinking sound of it made Nathan smile as he fondly appreciated the sheer audacity of the situation. Although he had always gotten away with so, so many incomprehensible things by lieu of his hobby, part of Nathan didn't think it would actually work when he asked for it. It seemed too much, and he wouldn't have been upset at all if it was deemed an unreasonable request.

Yet somehow...it wasn't.

With zero fuss whatsoever—nay, on the contrary, with her blessing and enthusiastic encouragement—Headmaster Raines had actually given him a master key to every single door on campus.

Nathan had entered closed off room like various staff and faculty areas with it already. He didn't think much of it at the time, not even while he **** an Asian professor's mouth on top of the break room table, her head hanging off the edge as he made her **** and gag on his length while her fellow colleagues seated around them happily chatted amongst themselves. Even wandering into the executive conference room with his unrestricted access didn't strike him one way or the other—he had managed to stumble into a presentation being delivered by Headmaster Raines to some extremely wealthy higher-ups, and he was impressed by her professional ability to continue discussing the supposed gains of a slight tuition increase even as he pressed her body against the wall and pounded the living shit out of her pussy from behind. He remembered moving her to the floor at some point, laying her on her back and engaging in a rather heated and loud mating press. Even with her superiors literally looking down at her getting **** on the ground beneath them, she had a collected smile on her face as she assured them that all they needed was a small bump in tuition to allow for a wreath of budgetary increases elsewhere.

However, there was much more to be said about using it to enter just one of several hundred dorm rooms he now had access to. Nathan had obtained keys before, sometimes as gifts and other times by his own request. It was one thing to have a single girl or a family personally grant him passage into their havens and homes themselves, willingly inviting him into what was supposed to be their safe space knowing that they would be **** by him...but across the whole of Lunar University's student housing, there were at least a thousand students taking residence in the dorms, and none of them agreed to it. This time, it was a third party who had given Nathan access to thousands of girls' private quarters in one fell swoop, and she hadn't asked a single one of them first.

That...that was another thing entirely.

It acted as a sort of wake-up call to the influence he was only just now realizing he actually had, even years into the debaucherous self-indulgent life he was now living. As he placed his hand on the door handle and pushed it open, his mind began to bounce with the vast expanse of possibilities that had just opened up for him. No, to say they had just opened up for him wasn't correct. From the very beginning, it was always within the realm of possibility...it was a bit of an overwhelming epiphany to have, one that carried a whole suite of potential implications.

He couldn't linger on the thought for long however. When he stepped past the door, a girl's voice deeper than most called out to him, and in the same instant—

"Por fin, maldito cabrón. Why am I not surprised that you're an hour late?"

—he flinched as he was suddenly struck down by a flying object.

Thankfully for his face, it was nothing but a harmless blue throw pillow. As it rebounded off his head back into the room, he saw his aggressor staring back at him with a mischievous smile. Underneath a set of breasts large enough that one would wonder if she suffered from back pain, she crossed her arms. "Your text this morning said you'd be here by noon. For once in your life, could you just keep that stupid dick of yours under control so you don't keep someone waiting? Least of all your fucking best friend?"

Closing the door behind him and walking into a room with purple and orange painted walls and a half-moon-shaped ceiling light, a grin quickly grew on Nathan's face. It wasn't one of his more common smaller ones, but instead a properly genuine ear-to-ear smile born of comfort and adoration that he hadn't shown anyone else on campus yet that day. "Sorry, Serenity. I knocked and you didn't answer. You weren't in a lecture or something?"

"Pero qué coño, pendejo...I was sleeping, dipshit. I don't have any morning classes today. Besides, what kind of idiot doesn't knock more than once?" Serenity chided him, playfully punching his shoulder as he neared her. Standing a full head taller than him, the well-endowed olive-skinned Latina shook her head in disbelief as she looked down at the **** with her hues of amber. At a practically Amazoness height of 6'1" and sporting a broad frame with slightly toned muscles which spoke to her lifestyle, Serenity's massive mammaries managed to avoid looking comically disproportionate to the rest of her body. "Y tú teléfono? Why not call me if I didn't answer the knock, idiota?"

"I—"

"You left it in your pants in your car. Again. Otra vez con este muchacho, por dios..." Serenity whined with an exasperated sigh, confident enough in her assumption that she promptly cut Nathan off. A sort of disappointed laugh escaping her, she pushed aside swept bangs of dark brown hair and rubbed her temples while Nathan scratched the back of his head with an embarrassed smile. "So you probably went back to get it, got horny on the way or after, and spent an hour **** some girl. Or two. Or three. I swear to God, you're always thinking with the wrong head. It's like your brain is completely for show...estúpido. Ven aquí."

Despite her rough way of speaking and lack of a profanity filter, Serenity shamelessly displayed an expression full of heartfelt love and affection for her best friend as she opened her arms. Urging Nathan forward, she was quick to pull him close on his approach, laughing sweetly as she held him tight and drowned him in her completely exposed bosom. Entirely nude as she was save for loose jewelry and white socks, Nate felt every inch of her body press into him as she peppered his forehead with a barrage of tiny kisses.

"How long has it been? Two, three months?" Serenity questioned while still holding tightly onto him, happy to embrace her best friend after several weeks apart. "Stop **** every damn woman you see for five seconds and visit me more often, jerk. What, just because I transferred to a new school further out of town, you go and forget I have some perfectly good holes for you to use right here? Holes that you were embarrassingly obsessed with for a while?"

"Sorry, sorry," Nathan apologized through further shared laughter. Serenity's sweet scent surrounded him as she smothered him with her love for another moment before he was finally freed. "Work's been pretty busy lately, and I only just fixed up my car last week. That thing's on it's last legs..."

"No, Nathan, that piece of shit is already six feet under," Serenity argued. Disbelief clouded her eyes as she walked over to an unsurprisingly astronomy-themed bed, seating herself on its edge on top of sheets decorated with star and moon shapes. "You need a new ride. Anything's better than that rackety ass thing you call a car."

Indifference flowed out from Nathan as he shrugged. Pulling out Serenity's computer chair from her desk, he sat down in it as his eyes perused the room. "It's working again for now, so it's fine," he said, visibly unworried. He took in the sights of the newest posters and photos Serenity had hung around since his last visit to her previous dorm at her last university, showcasing her latest interests in the worlds of music of video games. "I'll probably look into a new one the next time it gives me problems."

"Don't say I didn't warn you when that four-door garbage can breaks down in the middle of the interstate. Anyway, that disaster waiting to happen aside, what else is new with you?"

"Eh, you know. Just some...uh..."

As Nathan's wandering eyes came back to Serenity, his train of thought collapsed.

While he wasn't looking, she had laid down on her back atop her bed. With her phone in one hand, she was waiting for his response while absentmindedly scrolling through something. Her other hand was between her legs—with her feet planted on the mattress and her knees up, she was very casually applying some lubricant that she had grabbed from a bottle off her nearby nightstand. Slick and moist, the juicy, meaty folds of her outie vulva and the wrinkles of her asshole practically glistened in the rays of the sunlight beaming down on her from the open window above her. To Nathan, it almost reminded him of a marker over someone's head in a video game, indicating his next point of interest in a quest.

Not that he needed the assistance. He knew he was going to, and she knew it too. He was simply mystified for a moment, basking in the sight of his best friend nonchalantly preparing herself for him to violate her. It wasn't anything new or groundbreaking, but Nathan appreciated the simple things in life. His member was basking in it all the same, given how it began to slowly rise back to its former glory.

"Oye, cabrón."

Serenity's words pulling him out of his trance, Nathan snapped back to reality and was met with the sight of Serenity looking at him expectantly. Eyebrows raised in bemusement, she made a gesture with her open hand towards her exposed crotch. "What's with your brain damage today? How the hell have you not stuffed your cock inside me yet? Get over here and start **** both of these holes like you always do while you tell me what your boring ass life has been like."

Nathan's stunned silence gradually evolved into a small laugh. He could only shrug to himself as he got up and began to take off his shorts for comfort's sake.

With Serenity's own gate to bliss positioned right at the edge of her bed, Nathan came to a stop in front of her. Taking hold of her knees, he watched as she brought her free hand back down. In a manner far too nonchalant, she casually spread herself open for him with her fingers. With her attention still entirely on her phone, she kept them there as she snorted at some meme or message or something of the sort,

Nathan didn't even have to touch himself to get up—the mere sight of Serenity exposing her alluring holes for him on top of her general demeanor already had him at full strength. Trembling with aches of excited anticipation, he was ready to defile his closest friend for the first time in months.

"Ay, pero por favor, pendejo."

A stern call from Serenity brought Nathan's eyes up. Crossing glances, he witnessed the display of a comforting smile she reserved only for her best friend. With a small giggle, she said it more plainly casual than he had ever heard her say it before, like it was truly the most obvious course of action anyone could have possibly expected.

"Would you please just fucking **** me already?"

Nathan did not need further instruction after that.

"Heh...yeah, sorry."

Inching forward, pleasant warmth enveloped him as he relished in one of his favorite set of holes that he hadn't gotten to experience in far longer than he had liked.

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