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"Now, to calculate this correctly you have to..." Jerking awake with a start, you look around sheepishly. At the front of the classroom your professor drones on, with most of the other students either struggling to keep there eyes open, or slumped over there desks just as you were. You don't know how Professor Oshiro Chieko does it, but she makes College Algebra one of the most soul draining subjects in existence. As you try to refocus, your mind drifts as you struggle to absorb anything she is saying.

Your name is Jane Doe, and you'd say your a pretty average girl. At just over 5' 5" with mousy, chin length brown hair, and an average physique with a little pudge in the belly, you tend to blend in to the crowd as you go about your life. You have perky A cup breasts and slim hips giving you a petite build, and have a tight, untouched and shaved pussy between your legs, and so far you have yet to have any kind of romantic relationship to this point. You just started your freshman year of college this morning, and the day has been boringly uneventful. With most of your classes being entry level and rather dull, you've struggled through the day as the one class you actually want to sit through, Foundational Drawing 2, drew nearer.

"And that is how we get the correct answer." Professor Oshiro remarks as she finishes writing a complex equation on the whiteboard. "Remember, there will be a quiz at the end of the week on what we go over in the next few days." Startled, you quickly copy what you can into your notebook as the rest of the class begins to gather there things and leave. As you gather your notes and stuff them into your bag, you look over at the professor. A short woman in her late 50's of Asian decent, she has a slim figure and small, B cup breasts. Her black, silver streaked hair is held in a tight bun, and her knee length, black pencil skirt paired with a white button up shirt give her a strict, no nonsense air. Paired with her half frame glasses and practical black pumps, she'd look right at home in any library. A few wrinkles around her eyes and cheeks only slightly detract from her looks, and one could see that in her youth she was decently pretty, even with her thin lips and lack of makeup.

Leaving her classroom, you weave your way through the crowd of students and faculty, making your way to the campuses Art Department for your final class of the day. Situated in the basement of the colleges main building, it takes a while of winding through the halls and going down a staircase before you arrive at your destination. Sitting at an empty table, you set out your supplies as other students filter in, patiently waiting for the class to begin. As the clock ticks to 3:30, the teacher walks in. A man in his mid forties, Professor Gerald Langschaft is an imposing man who'd look more at ease smashing boulders with his fists than painting a picture. With a slight beer gut bulging out his red plaid button up shirt, he stands a head taller than you at around 6' 3". He wears blue overalls stained a rainbow of colors from paint, and has heavy, clunking steps thanks to his scuffed work boots. With a mirthful twinkle in his green eyes and a full, brown beard peppered with gray he looks more like a lumberjack than a teacher.

"Welcome to Foundational Drawing 2 everyone!" He says as he writes his name on the board with a flourish. "Since everyone here has already shown some skill, today were going to get right into it and start our first projects... Personal Portraits!" A general hum of excitement spreads though the class as everyone goes about gathering what they need to begin. The class itself is fairly simple, with Professor Langschaft walking around the room offering advice and critiquing his students work as the minutes tick by. You make decent progress, having chosen to do a full body portrait to further challenge yourself. As you work a fellow student walking by trips, knocking a collection of paints off a shelf as she tried to catch herself, causing them to break and spill everywhere. "Uh oh, you all right dear?" The professor exclaims as he rushes over to help her. "I'm ok." She says as she wipes paint out of her eyes. "Amber, can you help miss Blanc to the sink in the corner to clean up, and then take her to the nurses office?" He asks the girl sitting next to you. Nodding, the blonde girl gets up and helps the fallen girl to her feet and does just that. As they do professor Langschaft turns to you, "Miss Doe, would you be so kind as to go to the supply closet and get a mop?" Sighing, you put down your pencil, and after receiving directions you head out into the hall in search of the cleaning supplies.

After a few minutes of searching, and having to backtrack after a wrong turn, you finally find the closet in the basements labyrinth. "Man, who designed this schools layout?" You mutter as you go to push open the door. To your surprise, it barely budges. Shoving hard, it slowly pushes in until suddenly, it flies open with a bang. "Gah!!" You exclaim as you fly forward, landing flat on the ground as the door slams closed behind you. "What the hell?" You grumble, getting back to your feet. Looking around, all you see is darkness, not even a silhouette of the door. Feeling around for a light switch, and failing miserably, you do find the door and are unfortunately shocked to feel no handle on the inside. "Seriously, who makes a door with a handle on only one side!?" You exclaim, turning your back to the door and sliding to the ground. Taking out your phone you flip it open to call for help, only to see you have no bars. With a groan you close it and hang your head on your knees.

After a few minutes of waiting you are feeling warm and a little flushed from sitting in the dark and warm room. Look around as sweat drips from your brow you notice a faint light emanating from further in among the shelves. Hopeful that there's another door, you get up and carefully feel your way through the rows of shadowed shelves, the light growing brighter as you draw near. Rounding the corner of a shelf blocking your view, you stop dead in your tracks as you stare ahead in shock. Floating a few inches above the ground, shedding dim light across the shelves, floats a glowing, jagged 'crack' of light, gently pulsing as it slowly twists in place. Roughly 6 feet long, it draws in your gaze as the heat you've been feeling surges. You realize then that it's not actually physical warmth your feeling, but a far more sensual heat burning from within you, lighting your loins on fire as you stare enraptured at the strange sight before you. Your pussy throbs in your panties, puffing up with how horny you now are, practically painful with how sensitive it has become as it throbs to your pounding heartbeat. Panting, you can't help but moan as your womb aches, begging for release as a steady stream of girlcum pumps from your cunt, soaking through your panties and jeans. Even your nipples throb as you slowly draw nearer to the light, causing you to whimper as they rub against your shirt, hard as diamonds and visible even through your bra. No thoughts cross your mind as you draw near, only an incessant need for release as the light seems to reach out tendrils towards you, pulsing faster and faster the closer you get, until suddenly, with a blinding flash it surges.

Flying forward it engulfs you, sinking into your flesh and shattering any restraint you had left. As the light disappears, you frantically tear at you clothes, **** for release as you manage to yank your shoes, pjeans, and panties off all at once. Plunging the fingers of your right hand into your swollen pussy, you quickly begin jilling off as a steady stream of girlcum oozes from its lips, quickly coating your hand and crotch while forming a growing puddle at you feet. Kneeling down, you pinch your left nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through you as the flow from your needy hole increases. The flow now more akin to a faucet than anything else, colors swim in your vision as your pleasure reaches a crescendo. With a snap, orgasm rockets through you as your cunt explodes, spraying the floor and your legs in girlcum, and it just doesn't stop. Rolling onto your back you continue to jill yourself silly, now fisting your pussy as you use your left hand to frantically rub your swollen clit, spraying your juices everywhere as you do. Your ovaries feel tight and sore, seeming to pulse and throb as you moan and roll around on the floor. With your orgasm never seeming to end, you loose all sense of time as wave after wave of pleasure shatters your mind, leaving you a gibbering mess as you slowly drift into unconsciousness. As sleep claims you, three balls of light float through your mind, each a different color, drifting about in a hypnotic display.