Caleb and the Tightest Nerd on Campus

It could help. He had no basis to believe that, but Caleb took that nod from his primordial brain as reason to pursue forcing himself into this impossibly tight snatch.

She’s probably a virgin. This thought didn’t tempt Caleb in the slightest. He had already popped one cherry in his lifetime, and Maria, that lucky bachelorette, had rewarded him with blood, screams, and a dramatic breakup over it, wiping clean all Caleb’s fetishes of being a woman’s first. Focusing on that memory—and imagining how much worse it could be for Gina—he resolved to not repeat those same mistakes. This time, he’s get her as wet as possible before he dared shove into the forbidden place.

Satisfied that such was a merciful plan, he grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her hairy muff closer, inspecting it critically and taking in the scent of her arousal. Had he the means, he would’ve shaved her down first, but that was impossible here in this library…

But if I took her home-

No no, too much evidence, parents were there, there’d be no playing off how he’s playing hooky with work, and there’s no guarantee he could bamboozle her into coming all that way anyways. He had to do it here and now… and without condoms. Praying that none of her conditions were transmittable, he dove in with hands pinning her waist to the table as her thighs clenched at his head in a futile attempt to stop him. She bucked, she tried to sit up, she cooed and moaned from behind her hands as she cupped her face to shut it, but she did not deter the thirsty bastard between her legs as he did his best to remember what worked in terms of outer-sex.

What certainly didn’t work too well was straight-up tongue-fucking her, as even his narrow, slimy muscle struggled to get through her puckered pussy. He nuzzled here, reached in to massage there, teased the clit softly with his nose before neglecting it, only to attack it fully a second later.

Whatever his stumbling remedial course in fellatio would have amounted to for other women, it didn’t much matter for Gina. Her experience was even more limited, and none who experimented with her in freshman year were as eager as this stranger. But he was only eager because she made him work so hard, so fast, just for her own pleasure. It was terrible, what she was doing, what she had become, upon finding this helpless man who can do nothing but obey her every whim.

More than that guilt, she internalized that this was exactly what she wanted her lover, consensual or not, to do to her. She generally didn’t enjoy getting head, but Caleb was eager, a bit more creative than the others, and more critically than all that, he was obedient. Gina slowly rationalized that this is exactly how she wanted someone to beat her box for minutes, and it all made perfect, blissful sense. With the awkwardness of sex eliminated, with nothing left but the perfect oral experienxe, she had no barriers left between her and reveling in sensation… and revel she did as she came again, then again, to paint the man’s face with a powerful spray each time.

It was humiliating as she felt herself building up a fourth orgasm, but she didn’t care anymore. Even as he rose, even as his clothing rustled and the gentle klink of a belt buckle tried to warn her, Gina just laid there, eyes closed as she panted under the vicious fingering of her clit and labia, his sliding, slick fingers spreading her wet across the hairs of her crotch until she glistened in the light. Covered in sweat, she came one last time, exclaiming into tightly-clasped hands, as she felt a swollen digit rub and prod her swollen pussy just as it was rewarded with another layer of lubrication.

It was only when the room darkened that she fluttered her eyes open… and realized Caleb was over her, her legs raised in the air and resting against his shoulders, all with his face not obediently planted into her crotch. This meant the swollen digit poking her tender pussy wasn’t his thumb or his nose…

“W-wha-?”

All mystery vanished as he clasped her hips tight and pulled her in.