Sara, college student - Presence erasure

"I'm so glad you're not a creep," I said to Jeff as we set down our study material on the table.

Jeff snorted. "What makes you say that, Sara?"

"Just... I don't know, there's so many guys out there who would perv on me and stuff. I'm glad you're just chill - I don't have to have sex stuff weighing my mind down. Like, I'm just here to study and that's great."

It was true. Both of us were third years in college at this point, but Jeff was the only one I really felt comfortable hanging out with.

"Well, I'm happy to hear that." Jeff shrugged, casually brushing off the mood.

"I know, it's weird to bring up, I just..."

"No, yeah, I understand. Don't worry," he chuckled. "But actually, uh, don't turn off your worry centers yet. The next test is going to be **** if we don't get started." Ugh, the test. Fifty questions, and the curving was probably going to be insane too. It made me wince just thinking about it, and evidently Jeff felt the same, judging by his hand against his scrunched-up brows.

"Yeah, alright."

He let out a deep breath, then opened his eyes, and with fresh determination, seized his copy of the textbook and flipped it open.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

"Your resident non-creep says: turn to page 261."

I snorted. "Gotcha, page 261."

Setting our pens to paper, we began scribbling down notes about the basics of... well, something like expansion valves, but at this point I felt a little too in deep to really tell. It was only a single page before I hit something that read like it should've been obvious, and flipping back a page or two to see if there any context didn't help.

Well, that was what a study partner was for. "Hey, Jeff, can you..."

...

I blinked, then stared away from the empty seat across from me and back down at my textbook. When you were lost and had no-one else to ask, the index was always a good place to start.

Flipping to the back, I slowly scanned for the word I was looking for as my lips were roughly kissed. E, F, G... there it was. Slipping a bookmark in while my mouth was teased open and probed deep by a tongue, I waited for the obstruction to my view to move so I could keep reading.

Once my mouth was no longer occupied and I could see past, I flipped backwards all the way to the promised page number and started reading carefully. Holding the textbook in my hands, I went over each paragraph more than once as I was repositioned to sit on top of the desk, then lie on my back, my cotton panties sliding down from under my skirt and off my legs.

The hem of my skirt was hiked up past my hips and my legs were pulled up so that they pointed straight into the air, at a right angle to the rest of my body. A raw dick pushed its way into my pussy, forcing my walls apart as it sank in all the way until it kissed my cervix. I pored over diagram labels, furrowing my brow again to try and recall material - there I was, spending about two minutes forcing myself to remember facts so they would link together in my head, letting the textbook rest on my chest while I laid there willing the material to make sense, all while the dick slowly and steadily moved in and out of my pussy. The thrusting slowly picked up pace, my breathing getting heavy with it, and I groaned slightly in frustration.

Eventually, I gave up, picking my textbook back up at the same time the tip of the dick kissed my cervix with a final impact and my womb was pumped full with fresh cum. I flipped back to where I left my bookmark and resolved to just keep reading while making a mental note of anything I didn't understand, while the dick slowly pulled out, leaving my pussy unplugged and slightly leaking semen.

With my notebook trapped underneath my ass, I substituted by tracing mystery words in the air as a dick prodded against my asshole, making me involuntarily wave my legs a little and shuffle my thighs that were by now slick with my leaking juices, presumably dripping down onto my notes.

"Hmm..." You know, bulldozing my way through this wasn't actually too bad an idea - I could at least get a picture of the whole topic. Slowly, the dick pushed against my asshole and sank in a little bit deeper each time, my ring widening and contracting around the intrusion, before the head finally **** its way past my anus and deep into my insides. I grunted as it did, the sensation of my ass warping around the shaft mingling lightly with my studious concentration.

I continued to make my way through for five minutes or so, huffing every time my asshole was pushed inwards and tugged outwards by the dick pistoning about my insides, until I eventually reached the end of that section and flipped back to the start... page 261, there - and the dick popped out, the final harsh stimulus as my asshole clenched tight sending my pussy over the edge. My legs stiffening straight, feet pointing straight into the air, I squirted, gushing girlcum over my notebook.

As I was sat back up, I started reading from the top again, this time remembering where each problem word was as I came up on it. After a few seconds, ropes of sticky and fresh cum fell over the pages of my textbook and onto my shirt, with some landing on my face that I instinctively licked off and gulped down.

Picked up off the now-soaking edge of the table and put back into my seat, I turned to the...

...

...next part, sandwiching hot semen in-between the two pages I was on.

I looked up to Jeff, who was sat there probably still on the same section, his gaze intently fixed on the pages of his textbook he was holding.

"You doing alright?" I asked, hitting the first of the problem words. "'Cause I'm... uh, better than I thought, but not hot." I picked up my pen which had rolled onto the floor, and tore the top few pages soaked through with my own pussy juices out of my notebook, giving me a fresh page to bullet-point the few things that gave me trouble.

"...Yeah, I think I'm doing alright." Jeff looked up from his textbook at me. "What's puzzling you?"

"Um..." As I thought it over, I scooted my chair back so I could lean down to grab my panties and hook them over my legs, before I stood up in front of the table so I could pull them back up until they pressed against my crotch, wet with girlcum and my pussy still slowly dripping with thick semen, all of which soaked stickily into the cotton fabric, leaving deep stains.

With my panties back on, I sat back down in front of Jeff, ready to get to business.

"Okay, so, there's these." I pushed the list over to him.

"A whole list, huh?"

"It's not that bad, it's just little things that need clarification."

"Take them out one by one, huh? Rat-a-tat-tat."

"Yeah, a real hit-and-run!" We both giggled at our stupid chatter as I wiped the cum off my shirt, succeeding more in smearing it and getting it all over my fingers than cleaning it off.

"Okay, let's see..." He spun my notebook around and scanned his finger down the list, then paused for a moment to pick up his textbook.

As he did, I sucked the cum off of each of my fingers, then wiped them off on my skirt, which I tugged back down over my thighs.

Jeff set down his textbook, letting out another pent-up deep breath.

I decided to crack a joke to loosen things up. "Ready to fuck these things?" God, that was better in my head.

He snorted. "Whatever you say. So, the first keyword you..."

...

I blinked for a moment, then reached over and pulled back my textbook from the other side of the table, sighing as I once again looked at the list I'd made.

I mentally readied myself to take this on while my tits began to be fondled through my shirt. With a clap, I took stock of myself, fertile womb itching as cum sloshed about inside it, asshole aching. This was going to be a long study session...