A Penetrating Lecture

Mia arrived at the lecture hall, her mind still reeling from the events of the previous night. She had decided it was too risky to take the doll with her to class, so she had left in the lockbox under the couch back at Sarah's. But now, as she sat down in her usual seat, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. She knew where the doll was, and that no one could get to it. She felt in control for the first time in days.

As the lecture hall began to fill up, Mia took a moment to scan the room, trying to spot her friend Lisa among the sea of faces. Mia had never seen the lecture hall so full. She smiled as she spotted Lisa's familiar blonde head, busily engrossed in her laptop. They exchanged waves, and Mia made her way across the hall to settle into her seat next to Lisa.

"Hey, Mia!" Lisa greeted her cheerfully. "I could see you on the live feed." She pointed to her laptop, showing the camera angles of the lecture hall and gave a nervous smile. "They've set up cameras for the participation round at the end. I hope I don't get picked. I'm not really good at public speaking."

Mia gave her a reassuring pat on the arm. "Don't worry, Lisa. If you do I'm sure you'll do great." She paused for a moment, trying to recall their last conversation. "So, how's everything been going with you lately? I feel like we haven't had a proper chat in ages."

Lisa sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I know, it's been crazy. I've been trying to keep up with my classes and my work-study job at the library. I barely have time to sleep, let alone look after Smudge and Donut."

Mia offered, "I'm sure Mark could lend a hand. How's that going, since he moved in?"

Lisa's cheeks turned pink, and she hesitated before speaking. "Oh, uh, Mark's doing great. He's been really supportive lately, and... well, let's just say he knows how to treat a girl right."

She paused again, her eyes glazing over with a mixture of lust and embarrassment. "He's been eating me out a lot lately. And I mean, like, really going to town down there. It feels amazing!"

"Lisa!" Mia raised her eyebrows, surprised by the level of detail Lisa was sharing, "That's more than I usually get from you."

"Well," Lisa continued, her fingers tracing a gentle pattern on her thigh, "He's really good at it. It's like he has a sixth sense for knowing what I need," Lisa went on, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "He's always trying to push my boundaries, but in a way that makes me feel safe and wanted."

As she spoke, Lisa leaned in close, her voice lowered to a husky whisper. "We've started doing this new thing where we wear blindfolds and just run our hands all over each other, touching, feeling, squeezing... It's a little overwhelming, but it gets me so horny."

As Lisa continued, Mia found herself reliving the sensations of a few days ago, of being touched by something intangible, something that she couldn't control or understand. The thought of someone running their hands all over her body again, touching her wherever they wanted, sent shivers down her spine. She couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for that kind of touch, but at the same time, the thought filled her with dread. Mia remembered how unrelenting the invisible hands had been. How nothing she could do would stop them, or even slow them down. As her mind wandered, she glanced around the lecture hall, noticing the cameras pointed straight at the audience. She felt a shiver of relief wash over her, grateful that the hands weren't molesting her today.

Mia shook the thoughts from her head, and soon Lisa was asking her questions about her own life. "So, Mia, who's the lucky man?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "You were wearing the same clothes yesterday, and I swear I could smell sex on you all day."

Mia laughed nervously, her heart racing in her chest. This was bad. If Lisa noticed these things about her, who else had?

"Oh, actually I'm not seeing anyone." Mia replied, nervously. "I spent the night at Sarah's place after things got... weird at home."

Lisa's eyes widened in surprise. "You spent the night at Sarah's..." She trailed off, her voice filled with confusion.

"I just needed somewhere to stay." Mia said, worried Lisa was jealous of their friendship, "Sarah and I have always been close friends."

Lisa nodded, still looking confused. "I knew Sarah was a lesbian, but I never knew about you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mia opened her mouth to deny it, but before she could say anything, she felt something brush over her clit. She let out a small gasp in shock, and Lisa took her silence as confirmation. Mia was about to clear the confusion, but before she could, the professor announced the start of the lecture and Lisa turned away towards the stage.

As the lecture began, Mia was left feeling flustered and confused. She couldn't believe Lisa had mistaken her for a lesbian, and the sensation on her pussy had only served to heighten her embarrassment. It must have just been her imagination - she had the doll all locked up.

Throughout the first 10 minutes of the lecture, Mia tried to focus on the professor's words, but she couldn't shake the thoughts swirling in her head. Her and Sarah? She glanced at Lisa out of the corner of her eye, taking notes on her laptop, oblivious to Mia's internal turmoil. It was then, looking at Lisa, that Mia started to feel something moving around her pussy.

It started with light tugs at her pubic hair, sending a bolt of sensation straight to her core. Mia began to feel fingers circle her clit, along with more pulls at her pubic hair, forcing her into place. Eventually, the pulling stopped, only to be replaced by hands gently massaging her outer pussy lips, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

As the lecture continued, Mia found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything else. The sensations in her pussy were growing stronger, the teasing touches becoming more persistent and invasive. Her pussy was being played with in a relentless **** that left her feeling both aroused and uncomfortable.

As the sensations built, Mia's mind raced with confusion and arousal. She had locked the doll in the lockbox at Sarah's house. Had Troy retrieved it somehow? Was there some other object controlling her? Or was Sarah, her supposedly trusted friend, the one responsible for these erotic intrusions?

Her heart raced in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she fought to maintain control. Right now, there wasn't much she could do about it. She didn't want to make a scene in the middle of the lecture hall, and she certainly didn't want Lisa to know what was happening to her.

Lisa occasionally glanced over at Mia, a concerned expression flitting across her face. Mia tried to smile reassuringly, hoping her friend wouldn't suspect anything was amiss.

As the teasing continued, Mia felt someone's fingers spread her labia, while another hand expertly stimulated her clitoris. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and she found herself moaning softly as she tried to remain inconspicuous. She then felt something wet and warm, a mouth, she realised, sucking on her labia, sending pleasure through her entire being.

The tension grew within her body, each touch a flood of ecstasy coursing through her veins. She could feel the warmth spreading between her legs, her pussy lips swelling and throbbing in anticipation.

Just as Mia thought she couldn't take any more of the teasing, something larger and harder brushed against her entrance. It was a cock, or at least a dildo, and it was pushing against her entrance, rubbing against her wet folds. She gasped, shocked.

"Are you okay, Mia?" Lisa asked, her voice low and concerned. "You seem a bit flustered."

"I'm fine, Lisa," Mia replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... this lecture is kind of intense, that's all."

Mia's breath came in shallow gasps as she fought to maintain her composure, but it was futile. She inhaled deeply as she felt the head of a thick, hard cock pushing past her entrance, filling her up inch by agonizing inch. Sweat began dripping down her face. This couldn't be happening!

Lisa, concerned, reached over and held Mia's hand, thinking it was a panic attack. "It's okay, Mia," she whispered soothingly. "You're allowed to like girls. It's okay. Just take deep breaths, and let it all out."

As the cock began thrusting back and forth in forceful, rhythmic motions, Mia felt the resistance drain out of her. Her clitoris, still highly sensitive from the earlier teasing, throbbed with each stroke of the cock inside her, making her gasp and moan involuntarily.

As Mia was slowly fucked in the lecture hall, the heat between her legs became almost unbearable. She felt the warmth dripping down her thighs, and she knew that she was completely helpless against the pleasure that engulfed her.

Mia's mind raced with the realization that she was being fucked in broad daylight, in the middle of a lecture hall, with her friend Lisa sitting right next to her. The thought both terrified and turned her on, pushing her closer to the edge of release.

With one final thrust, the cock buried itself deep inside her, and as it pulsed and began filling her with cum, Mia felt her own impending orgasm wash over her. Her body convulsed around the intruder, her pussy muscles milking the cock with a **** that seemed to defy her control, leaving her breathless and spent.

As Mia's orgasm peaked, she strengthened the grip on Lisa's hand. Lisa looked over, and Mia looked back, her eyes locked on Lisa's unknowing gaze. With a soft moan, she gave in to the pleasure, and saw her frazzled state reflected in Lisa's eyes. Is that what she looked like?

"You'll be okay." Lisa whispered as Mia's orgasm subsided. "We can talk about it after the lecture." Mia's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal, but she was grateful for Lisa's calming presence. Thankfully, Lisa seemed genuinely concerned for her, and oblivious that she had just been looking into her eyes at the moment of orgasm.

As the cock began to withdraw from her pussy, Mia couldn't help but feel a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. The sensation of the intruder being removed was almost as intense as its entrance inside her, and she found herself biting her lip as it was slowly pulled out. Her labia were swollen and glistening with arousal, and she could feel the sticky mess left inside her. Mia tried to gather her thoughts and regain her composure. She couldn't believe what had just happened, and she felt a sense of vulnerability she had never experienced before.

Troy sat at his computer, watching a live broadcast of the lecture. Mia was seated to the upper middle of the audience section, but he could still see her and her hot friend clearly on the monitor. Maybe he'd have to collect a hair from her friend as well. His mind flooded with possibilities.

Once the lecture had properly started, Troy decided it was time to begin. Eagerly, he grasped the top of the Mia fleshlight by the pubes, and brought it to his lap. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he shaved the fleshlight's pubes. Would Mia's pubes fall out, or disappear? Or would the fleshlight grow them immediately back? Something he would have to test later.

Troy grinned wickedly as he began to rub circles around Mia's clit, taking in the sight of her squirming in her seat. He couldn't help but chuckle as he imagined her friend's reaction if she knew what was happening to Mia right next to her. Troy kept an eagle eye on the monitor as he continued, noticing the subtle shifts in Mia's body language, the way she tried to cross her legs to relieve the building pressure between them. If she seemed to get too comfortable with his movements, he would switch it up.

As Mia's arousal grew, Troy raised the fleshlight to his mouth, his heart pounding with excitement. Sensuously, he sucked on the labia, teasing and caressing her sensitive flesh with his tongue. The taste of her arousal filled his mouth, sending a shiver of excitement down his spine. The fleshlight wasn't only sensations, it was an exact clone of Mia's pussy, taste and fluids included.

His free hand reached for his own crotch, his fingers massaging his erection as he observed Mia's reaction to his touch. With each stroke of his tongue on the fleshlight, he felt a surge of power coursing through him. He was the one controlling her pleasure, even from afar.

His fingers gripped the fleshlight tightly as he slowly lowered it from his mouth and began to rub his erection against the entrance, teasing himself with the thought of penetrating Mia's tight pussy. The sensation was intense, and he moaned loudly, his glans running up and down Mia's slick wet folds.

With one slow, forceful thrust, Troy felt his cock plunge deep into the fleshlight, the tight, lifelike material squeezing him in a delicious embrace. He gripped the fleshlight tightly, his fingers digging into the material as he began to thrust up and down, his pace matching his own escalating desire.

On the monitor he saw Mia's friend reach over and hold Mia's hand, and look into Mia's eyes oblivious to what was happening. The thought of this pushed him over the edge, and with a few final thrusts, he climaxed inside the fleshlight. Troy watched on the monitor as Mia's body bucked and shook, her hand gripping her oblivious friend as she tried to maintain her composure. As the afterglow faded, Troy couldn't help but smile to himself, and collapsed into his chair, spent and satisfied.

Mia's mind was still reeling from the intense fucking she'd undergone during the Psych lecture. As the class transitioned into the participation portion, she tried to gather her thoughts, struggling to focus on the discussion.

The professor asked a question to the class about Freud's theory of the **** mind and sexuality. Mia took a deep breath, attempting to compose her thoughts in case she was called upon. But before she could even begin, a new sensation caused her to yelp out loud - something incredibly cold against her pussy lips. An ice cube, Mia realised. The yelp drew the attention of the professor, and soon Mia found herself prompted to give her input on the topic.

As she attempted to formulate her thoughts, she could feel the ice cube tracing around the entrance to her pussy, sending shivers of excitement down her spine. "W-well," she stammered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart, "F-Freud believed that our deepest desires and fears are hidden deep, ugh, DEEP within our minds, influencing our thoughts and, mmhn, actions without our conscious awareness."

Mia gasped as she felt the ice cube press against her pussy lips. It slid inside her, the intense cold slowly spreading through her vagina. She struggled to maintain her composure, fighting against the sudden sensations that threatened to overwhelm her still sensitive pussy. Soon, she felt a second ice cube start to circle her clit, and her face flushed crimson. With everyone's eyes on her, she clenched her legs together in an attempt to suppress the sensations, and continued.

"And, ah, he believed that these hidden desires were often, mmm, sexual in nature," she managed to get out through gritted teeth, as the ice cubes continued to dance around her most intimate parts. "But he also thought that repressing these desires could lead to, ahhh, psychological problems."

Mia's eyes darted around the room, hoping that her moans and pauses were just being taken as nervousness. She glanced over at Lisa, who was watching her with a mix of concern and amusement. Mia shuddered at the thought of what her friend must be thinking.

"Um, and so," Mia continued, her voice barely above a whisper now, "Freud believed that understanding and, mmm, accepting our sexual desires was crucial to, ah, overall mental health."

She felt a third ice cube press against her, and she couldn't help but moan out loud. The sensation was too much to bear, and she knew she had to end her response. "I, I mean, I think that's enough to say about Freud and sexuality," she said, trying to sound composed. "There's definitely more to it, but that's the gist of it."

Mia's words trailed off into incoherent moans as she felt another ice cube slip inside her and the coldness overtook her senses. She could feel her pussy clenching around the cold objects, trying to expel them from her body, but she lost any grip on the cubes as the ice melted inside her. Her crotch was now soaking wet, and the warmth of her own juices mixed with the coldness of the ice cubes to leave a puddle of liquid pooling in the seat below her.

The professor called on someone else, and Mia could feel the intense gaze of her classmates burning into the side of her face. She blushed crimson, trying desperately to regain her focus and composure. But it was too late. With each new ice cube that was introduced into her pussy, her thoughts became more and more jumbled.

She glanced over at Lisa, who was giving her concerned looks. "Are you feeling okay, Mia?" she whispered to her friend.

Mia nodded. "I think I just need some time alone." Lisa gave her an odd look, but said nothing else.

The class drew to a close, and Mia bit her lip, trying to focus on the professor's final remarks, but it was no use. Her arousal had taken hold, and she needed a minute to collect herself before she made her way to the train.

As she sat there, trying to calm herself down, she felt an arm reach around her shoulders and gave her a reassuring squeeze. She looked up to see Lisa carrying her books ready to leave. Concern was etched on her face.

"If you ever want to talk about anything, you know you can come to me." she said softly.

Mia nodded, feeling the warmth of her friend's support. "Thanks, Lisa. I appreciate it."

Mia watched Lisa leave, and slowly felt the tension in her body begin to ease. With one last check of the area, she stood up from her seat and gathered her things. As she did, she noticed the wet spot on her chair, and her cheeks reddened even more.

Mia's chair was soaked with her own juices, and the back of her skirt was completely drenched. Thinking quickly, she took her sweater and wrapped it around her waist, covering the back of her skirt and tying it in a loose knot. The sweater didn't quite cover the entire soaked area, but it was enough to make it less obvious for the trip home. Mia's face flushed crimson as she quickly made her way out of the lecture hall, hoping that no one would see the puddle of juices she left behind.

Outside the lecture hall, Mia ducked into a deserted restroom, **** to clean up before she retrieved the doll from Sarah's. She locked herself in a stall and began frantically wiping her skirt with paper towels, trying to soak up as much of her arousal as possible. She decided her panties were a lost cause, and focused instead on her skirt. Inside, Mia was a mess of emotions: humiliation, fear, and an undercurrent of arousal that she couldn't quite shake off.

With a deep breath, Mia exited the stall and checked her appearance in the mirror. The sweater was damp and wrinkled, but it would have to do for now. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to cool down both physically and mentally. In a daze, Mia made her way through the college and out to the train station, and began her trip back to Sarah's. It was time to get to the bottom of this.