I burst into the university lecture hall, over an hour late. Heart pounding from the morning rush. Sneak to the back row. Friends sprawled out. Cécile, my best uni buddy, sandwiched between two guys. Squeeze next to Greg. Urge to spill my morning thrill burns inside. But this dude in between? Annoying barrier.
Cécile pounces. ‘What happened? Spill!’ I dodge. ‘Missed nothing. Prof’s late too.’ She presses. Fuck it. Lean in close. Greg’s ears perk up. Don’t care. ‘This morning, bathroom door swings open. Dude on the tub edge, stroking his fat cock.’ Gasps erupt. Laughter explodes. Not whispering. Whole back row hooked.
The Mutation: Dropping the Mask
‘Big one?’ Cécile grins. I nod, smirking. Guy ahead twists. ‘Kneel and suck him off?’ Cécile snaps. I lock eyes. ‘Pretty much.’ He mutters ‘slut.’ Silence. I detail it all. Woke half-naked. His shock. My dive. Throat-fuck frenzy. Cum gulp. They hang on every word. Even prof drones ignored. Girl two rows up gawks. Power surges. My secret heroine ignites.
Doubt creeps. ‘Myth?’ That prick ahead sneers. Rage flips the switch. Mask shatters. Mutation hits. No more talk. Lean over Greg’s lap. Hand dives to his crotch. Jean strains. He stiffens. Eyes wide on me, then Cécile. Ignore. Rub hard. He relaxes. Bulge grows. Pop buttons. Yank out his cock. Half-hard. Average. Doesn’t matter. Dive in.
Lips seal. Slow, deep sucks. Swallow soft shaft. Grows fast in my throat. Hand grips base. Slide up to head. Pump rhythm builds. Eyes flick: Cécile jaw-dropped. Prick ahead: ‘Holy shit, bitch!’ Greg moans. ‘Fucking amazing.’ Fuel. Deeper. Harder. Full mast now. Rise up. Left hand jerks fierce. Stare them down. Shock frozen on faces.
The Exploit: Mission of Raw Domination
Cécile breaks. ‘Bigger than morning guy?’ Laughter cracks. Prick yells: ‘All sluts!’ We crack up. Back to work. Suck frenzy. Minutes blur. Throat owns him. Rise. Stroke fast. Greg’s head lolls back. Balls tighten. Cock throbs. Slow tease. ‘He’s cumming. Want some?’ Wink at prick ahead. Cécile: ‘Nah, breakfast done.’ Grin. Plunge.
Jets blast. Hot, thick ropes hit tongue. Greg howls. Amp explodes silent then wild. Drain him. Deep swallow. Last drops milked. Gulp all. Rise. Wipe mouth. Lick lips. Fifty eyes burn holes. Greg flushes, stuffs away. Avoids gaze. Cécile cackles. Unease prickles. But power hums. Yell: ‘Next!’ Roars erupt.
Adrenaline crashes. Slide back. Notes out. Prof blabs. Normalcy cloak slips on. They whisper. Steal glances. I’m the enigma. Everyday student by day. Secret heroine in shadows. This rush? My fuel. Stronger than them all. Untouchable. City pulse outside matches my beat. Ready for next mission.