Finish with Katie

Your eyes wandered from the stunning and casually masturbating girls to the one who was currently doing everything in her power to get you off. Katie fiercely bobbed up and down your cock, taking it balls deep each time. The sound of her throat taking your cock in -- gack gack gack -- was hard to miss; you noticed a few people looking your way trying to catch a glimpse of the rough facefuck. Trying to make sense of the fact that girls like this exist in this world, girls who make the best of the constant required sex for a functioning life, you leaned back in bliss. Feeling your orgasm quickly build up, you started moaning loudly. With one final enthusiastic roar, you **** Katie's head down one last time as you unloaded your sticky load deep in her throat. Feeling the motion of her swallowing your cum only added to the sensation, and Katie's diligent tongue licking your balls as drool dripped down her chin, onto her tits, made the whole experience unforgettable. To think that this was an everyday-occurrence in this world blew your mind.

Extracting yourself from her throat, you thanked Katie. When she looked up with a questioning glance, you realised your mistake. You quickly groped her tits, remembering that you can't communicate otherwise.

"Thanks for getting me off Katie. I'll talk to you later, alright?" You said, realising that you had a lecture to go to, while groping her sweater-covered tit.

"No problem!" She beamed up at you, still covered in drool from the chin down, heaving slightly from the rough throat-fucking you gave her. "Text me sometime stud", she added with a wink. Collecting herself, she stood up and started walking towards the engineering building you pointed her to, her seemingly heavy bag in tow.

Figuring you have only a minute or so to get to your class, you quickly made your way over to the right building. Ignoring the swaying naked asses and the exposed cum-covered tits of girls walking around campus was hard, but you had your goal in sight and not enough time to indulge in a girl or two. Upon entering the building, you noticed the curious design of the front desk. The receptionist -- a beautiful red-headed woman no older than thirty-five years old, who you recognised as Ms Birch -- was sitting extremely close to the desk. So close in fact, that her exposed lower body and pussy stuck out of a conveniently placed hole in the front of the reception desk. Reluctantly turning to your right and into the lecture theatre, you made a note to ask her some random question later - you'd fancied that receptionist for the past two years, you're not going to pass up an opportunity to use one of her holes.

The lecture theatre you entered was definitely the correct room - it had the same large whiteboard, blue carpet and old windows - but the layout of the seating had changed drastically compared to the one you remember. Instead of one long row of seats, the row was divided into sets of small sofas, roughly the size of two seats. The front of the lecture theatre had a large projector screen, a desk, a computer, and various other equipment. There were already a few students on the sofas, paired up in odd-sex pairs. Realising the unintelligible symbols on the signs and the whiteboard were a serious hinder to the lecture, you understood the need to pair up. You contemplated where to sit, scanning the lecture hall for a lone girl. Just as you realised you were out of luck, a small hand groped your ass. Startled, you turned around. Finally, a face I remember.

Standing in front of you was Laura, one of your classmates and a girl who lived in the same dorm as you in your freshman year. She was short and petite, with small breasts but a sizeable butt that you had occasionally fantasized about. In this reality, she was wearing a pair of tight jean shorts, accentuating her behind. That was it. Her bare breasts were on display, as were her legs. As you glanced down, you could just make out a conveniently placed hole in her shorts, just barely showing off a neatly trimmed blonde patch of hair. Guessing its purpose, you slid your hand down her torso and placed on her pussy.

"Hey you! How was your weekend?" She asked as she moved her hand from your ass to your exposed dick and started moving it up and down the quickly hardening shaft. Disguising your general fuzziness as a bad hangover, you hoped that she wouldn't catch onto your understandable -- to her, weird -- amazement with the ways of this world. "Come on, let's grab a seð'éå|ð," Her hand left your dick as she slipped past you and started walking towards an empty sofa. Understanding the meaning despite the sudden unintelligible speech, you followed her and sat down next to her. Laura was leaning to one side slightly, exposing her glistening pussy and tiny asshole to you as she looked at you expectantly. Excited to finally be able to have sex with her, you took your dick and started prodding at her exposed lips. Shaking her head and pointing towards her other, tighter, hole, you gulped and wondered if she really meant what you thought she meant. Trying your luck, you started sliding your dick towards her asshole. Laura smiled and turned her head towards the front of the lecture hall, where the professor -- Mr Caird, a tall grey-haired academic -- and a young teaching assistant just walked in. The younger girl, most likely a PhD student, bent over the desk and took out some notes as Mr Caird slowly started groping her exposed ass.

The next hour was a mix of leisurely fucking your friend's tight hole, watching the professor use every hole the slightly bored assistant had on offer, and trying to take notes. The fact that Laura occasionally shuddered and came on your dick as she took notes didn't help, with her tight passage gripping you even harder. When you finally allowed yourself to cum towards the end of the lecture, many other students had the same idea. The sounds of sex and the moans intensified. A guy in the row in front of you lifted his partner up onto the tables in front of him and crawled up to her head, alternating between roughly forcing his dick into her throat and between her tits. The girl didn't protest, and resorted to furiously rubbing her clit as she squirted onto her own notes. You grabbed Laura's hips and pumping out your seed into her bowels, eliciting a load moan on her part. Even the professor was now lying on the floor, letting the assistant milk his cock using her butt cheeks, while he gave out next week's homework.

As you slowly dislodged yourself from Laura's warm insides, the symbols on the whiteboard and in your notes became unintelligible. While Laura packed up, you grabbed onto Laura's exposed tits, said your goodbyes, and made your way down to the entrance hall again. This was your only lecture today, so you didn't feel like you'd learned much -- besides what it feels like to fuck your friend's ass in broad daylight while staring at dozens of other people having casual sex.