Rage Fuck

Monica's sudden disappearance is growing increasingly worrisome. The girl has placed all chances of a good future on getting a good education, and now she has missed two days of classes. It's strange. No amount of magic could effectively kill the importance of education in Monica's mind. At least, I hope not.

With a growing sense of worry, I head to Monica's dorm room and knock on the door. There's a moment of silence, and then I hear hushed voices, whispering and shuffling around the room.

After a few seconds, the door is opened. Sadly, not by Monica. Suzie stands by the entrance of the dorm, her hands wrapped tightly on the door. From her stance alone, it's clear she's not willing to let me inside the room.

"Hey, John. What's up?" She flashes a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. Inside the dorm, I can hear soft footsteps.

"I was coming to check on Monica," the words left my lips slowly and calmly. I examine Suzie's face. My eyes dart past Suzie's body and into the room. Inside, a dark silhouette of a woman appears, pacing back and forth in the empty room.

Still, I can only make out so much, as a result of the clever positioning of Suzie's body. "Oh, I don't think that's such a good idea," Suzie quickly shoots down. "She's not feeling well and she's trying to sleep..." the flash of realization and frustration that plays on her face for a second reveal she's hiding something. Her eyes shift from side to side, actively avoding my gaze.

I frown. "Well... her mom is getting really worried about her. I think it's best if I go in there and make sure she's fine,"

She begins to tremble as I lean closer, in an attempt to leverage my height advantage for a better view inside the room. Suzie swiftly responds, shifting her body cleverly to cut off my view.

"I'm warning you, John. You'd better leave or I'll call campus security and tell them you were trying to break into a cheerleader's dorm room."

To risk a public disruption, I refrain from showing my confusion. Still, it doesn't make sense. Suzie is Prof. Barberry's daughter, and from her stern that woman is, the last thing Suzie should want is a public disruption. What or who could she possibly be trying to hide?

I shoot my arms up and creep back, slowly. "No need to do that. I'll leave," My lips twitch into a **** smile. "Tell her I hope she gets better soon." Reluctantly, I spun around and leave.

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Head down in defeat, I slowly maneuver myself past the swarmed halls of student and into the dorms, expecting to get some rest and continue my search for Monica tomorrow. Instead, I find Kyle sauntering down the stairs into the dorms.

Kyle reaches out, key in hand, and unlocks the door. He pulls back, and then stops as he notices me. "Sup, freshie?" He flashes his trademark grin.

"Hey — " I step forward in an attempt to make small talk, but he's quick to cut it short.

"Look, Heather's coming home after getting wasted at a party, so I don't have all night to sit and chat. I gotta' get this place ready," he says as he heads inside.

Is the universe on a collective mission to piss me off today? I ball up my fist. First, the shit with Monica and Suzie. And now, this egotistical, rude son of a bitch. My features twitch into a subtle glower. I press my lips into a thin line as a group of shimmering orbs float into the room.

"Time for a reunion with Kylie," I swiftly reach out and absorb the brown orb. Its power casts a golden hue around the room for a short second.

I plant my palms forward and direct the energy into Kyle's room. Once the procedure is finished, and the light has effectively dissipated, I press my ear against his locked door, reveling in the steady feminization of his voice.

"Open the door," I order. Inside the room, Heather akwardly shifts around as she attempts to open the door. Finally, the door opens, revealing Kylie in nothing but panties and a bra.

"What the hell do you want, freshie. Heather's going to — " I reach out and grab her before she finish. Her eyes widen, and her cheeks redden, as I plant my lips onto hers. She squirms under me, not even bothering to put up a form of resistance, as my tongue dances around in her mouth. Her lips taste weird, unusual even. Not particularly in a negative way, but still odd.

Regardless, I pull her closer, pressing myself against her body. Her bouncing press into my chest. I kick open the door and we stumble our way inside, still engaged in our make-out session. My hands trail down so her ass, digging into her plump asscheeks roughly. She moans into my mouth.

Finally, I pull back, panting softly as I stare into Kylie's eyes. "Get rid of those stupid clothes."

Wordlessly, she tugs at her bra, ripping it off and flinging it to a corner of the room. Her large boobs flew free from their confines, bouncing and jiggling hypnoticically. Then, she pulls down her panties, revealing her silky skin and pink slit.

Blood flows to my crotch as I take in the sught of the defeneseless girl in front of me. Without the assistance of my usual willpower, I succumb to my urges. I reach out and wrap my hand around her wirst, practically tossing her into the bed. "Wait — Heather's gonna be — "

I shut her up with a resounding smack to her round, fleshy ass. Behind her, I tug at my zipper, and soon manage to pull it down. My cock flies out of its confines, saluting the afternoon sky.

Without any words spoken, I reach out and grab Kylie by the waist, positioning her in front of my cock. A quiet moan escapes her lips as I rub my erection along her wet cunt. "Fuckkkkk," she moans out as I plunge my cock deep inside her crotch with a PLOP!.

I gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure. My hands flies to her sides, holding them firmly to settle myself. My fingers dig into her plump skin as I pound into her without remorse.

Almost immediately, the room echoes eith the alluring mixtureof groans, grunts and moans, accompanied with flesh slapping against flesh. She cries out beneath me as my thrusts grew rougher, and my grip grew firmer.

"Haah..." she moans out, planting her face into the singular pillow, as I fuck her into the bed. The usual attitude in her voice is gone, now replaced with clear desperation. "Faster — HNGH! — FUCKKK!"

She moans into the pillow. I reach out and grab her breasts, kneading her soft flesh. "Yeah. Fuck. Say something now. Bitch."

Her insides are like a wet tunnel. Easy to slide in and out of. A satisfying sound fills the room each time my cock leaves her snatch, only to be slammed back inside.

Besides me, drowned out by the sound of relentless fucking, Kylie's phone begins to vibrate. I pause. The poor girl turns her head, shooting me a pleading look. ""Shit, I, like, totally have to answer that!" she says as she picks the phone up from the nightstand. She tries to talk to her girlfriend and pretend as if everything's normal, which gives me the drive to really start pounding into her.

Watching her struggle to form words while I fuck her is definitely a turn-on. Even more so knowing that Kyle's girlfriend is on of the other side of the call. It wouldn't take much noise for Heather to realize what's going on here, so Kylie needs to do whatever it takes to keep me satisfied, and silent.

"No, everything's — unh! — fine. I just —" I wrap my hand around her throat as I pick up the pace. "— Urk! — No, I just choked on some — unh! — gum."

Her head rotates to face me. It's then that I finally notice the tears beginning to form in the corner of her eyes. "Please..." she mouths.

I groan softly as I ignore her pleading, only slapping her fleshy ass to remind her to be quiet. Realizing she can't appease to my humanity, she returns to her unsuccessful attempts to soothe her girlfriend's mind.

"Fucking... Slut!" I let out a deep, guttural grunt as I barrel myself inside of Kylie and fill her womb with all the sperm I can muster.