Investigate

"Hand me the phone!" you insist, throwing your hand at Natalie. Rainie between your legs is amazing, one of the best things you've ever felt. Her tongue swirls around your clit, and you need to see how others are reacting to her naked body. "Let me see!"

"Okay, okay!" Natalie says, pushing the phone into your waiting hand.

It's hard to keep a hold of it with the shakes running through your body and down your arm. It's a struggle, but you manage to get the phone between your two hands, and you scroll through all the responses.

"What're they saying?" Rainie says, taking only a second to speak before going back to eating your pussy.

It looks like it took a little while for the first responses to arrive. They trickled in at first, one or two people reacting, but now they're pouring in. Word must have gotten out in the class, causing the others who hadn't seen the message yet to check their phones. Some of the messages seem to be ones of disgust and confusion; they're very rare. Among the nearly one-hundred messages (and counting) filling up Rainie's message box, there are only maybe a dozen of those, mostly from girls.

Some of the responses are texts. OMG's, heart-eyes emojis. Some people just send the eggplant or peach emojis. Others respond at length what they would like to do to Rainie, putting images into your head that before this morning you would have thought to be unpleasant.

"They--" You try to speak, but then comes another stroke of Rainie's tongue, and the words are lost. "They really like it!" you gasp. "They want to fuck you!"

"Of course they do," Rainie says, using her fingers to toy with your pussy. "Thanks, Kayla. This is going to be great for my sex life."

Kayla looks shell-shocked. The combination of her going down on Natalie with the current spectacle before her, as well as the plethora of happy responses from the recipients of Rainie's messages, seems to have shocked her into a sort of sex coma. Her legs are writhing constantly, her hips rubbing up against each other in a vain attempt to stimulate her pussy, but it seems like her upper body is paralyzed.

There are tons of dick pics. They make up the vast majority of the incoming texts. As you scroll through the box, you're bombarded by cock of all different shape and size and color, some of them ugly as sin but a surprisingly sizeable portion remarkably sexy. Clearly, the men of Rainie's Finance class have taken some lessons in their dick-picture game. It seems strange to be staring at strange men's penises while your female roommate's mouth is between your legs, but it's more enticing than you ever would have guessed.

Even more so are the women's pictures. They're much rarer, only coming from eight or nine women. Those women, though, are dedicated to their mission. Their nudes are incredible. Some of them are posing in gorgeous lingerie, lacy bras, bodysuits that highlight their curves. They're fucking themselves in their bed, or bending over and groping their own asses. In some of the pictures, they're fucking themselves, knuckle-deep in their own pussy. One message contains a ten-second video of the subject-- a beautiful Arab-looking woman-- riding a man in Reverse Cowgirl while making eye contact with the camera.

Finally the sensation makes you drop Rainie's phone entirely. It tumbles to the ground and you grip the sides of your chair with both hands, nearly screaming and clenching your thighs against the sides of Rainie's head. You cum, staring at the ceiling, and collapse back against the chair for support.

When Rainie stands up, she's flicking through her phone idly, as if she hadn't just made you cum with her mouth. "These are good," she says. She snorts. "Daria Supkavo, you little slut. I'll have to tuck that one away for later." She puts her phone on the table, face-up, but silences it so that it isn't buzzing constantly.

Without missing a beat, she looks Natalie in the eye. "Okay, honey. Truth or dare?"