HOLE IN THE WALL

Feature Writer: GoblinBrain

Feature Title: HOLE IN THE WALL

Published: 10.10.2019

Story Codes: Fetish

Synopsis: Sam has trouble studying, and seeks help at a gloryhole

Hole In The Wall

Sam let out a shaky sigh as she sat on the toilet lid. Her knee bounced up and down, as it had been doing nearly nonstop the past few days. Even now, she felt a gnawing dread; tomorrow would bring tests, finals she’d been preparing for for a semester. There was still material to read. There would still be material to read until her professors collected the tests. Was she really wasting time with this? It was a stupid idea, she just needed more coffee to power through the haze, that was-

Her phone buzzed, and was in her hand in a heartbeat. A notification from the hookup app she’d installed about an hour ago sat on the screen. The sender, “SIGMA KAPPA,” was the user she’d overheard some classmates talking about in hushed tones after class. She could still hear their words bouncing around in her head, as they had been for days; “I came so hard I think I passed out!”

The message was simple, nonchalant even.

“U there?”

Sam stared at her phone, struggling. She’d already left the dorm. Saying she wasn’t here would be a lie. Whoever this was might see her leave. Would that be rude? She didn’t want to be rude. Suddenly she became very, very aware of the hole in the stall wall to her left, covered by a hinged wooden slat. It was still closed, she hadn’t dared to open it, but even so it felt very much like it was yawning. Gaping. Inviting. The waistband of her sweatpants grew a little tighter as she felt the same stirring that had been tormenting her for days. She sighed again. She didn’t want to be rude.

“Yes.”

Her fingers trembled as she tapped the send button. This was insane. Was this the first time she’d met with someone outside of classwork? Embarrassment flushed her cheeks at the possibility. That couldn’t be right, surely.

“K”

At almost the same time that the message arrived, the bathroom door opened, and the sound of footsteps echoed around the room. One of Sam’s hands jumped to her mouth to keep from gasping.

The steps wasted no time in crossing to the stall to her left. Sam watched the crack in the stall door like an animal cornered in a cage. She caught a glimpse of the girl, seeing a black and white checkerboard side buzz and a lot of skin. Even alone in her stall, she felt ashamed of how quickly her eyes started to roam, and even more ashamed of the sudden bulging in her pants. She wished more than anything she could take care of it herself, but nothing had worked.

The neighboring stall’s door opened, and she watched the girl’s shoes, Chucks, step in and turn, accompanied by a brief throat-clearing as she took a seat. A moment later, there was a knock on the stall wall.

“Alright, I’m all ready over here. You ready to get your mind blown?” The voice was pleasant, a hint of a southern twang creeping into the ends of her words. Sam was almost astounded at her tone: undoubtedly enthused, but also incredibly casual, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about this rendezvous. As if sticking their dicks through holes in bathroom stalls was a thing normal people did. She put a hand to her forehead, silently sighing. Her knee started to bounce again.

“You there, hun?”

She could leave. If she was quick, she could probably get out of the bathroom before the other stall even opened. She could go back to her dorm, get back to the books piled around her desk, trying desperately to ignore the constant urge to slip a hand down her pants and let the haze envelop her entirely. She’d opened her mouth to respond, but no words came. If she said anything, this girl might recognize her. Hesitantly, she rose a knuckle to the wall, and knocked.

There was a pause. “Shy, huh? That’s alright! I’m Nessa, if that makes you feel any better.” She giggled, and Sam fiddled awkwardly with a few strands of her auburn hair. It did, though she didn’t want to admit it. “You don’t gotta tell me anything about you, though. Kinda defeats the purpose, don’t it? Anyways, don’t be shy! Go ahead and pop yourself through, and we can get started!”

There was anticipation in her words, Sam noted. It made her breath come shallower in her chest. Maybe she wasn’t alone in needing to rid herself of this feeling. Her fingers trembled as she tugged at the waistband of her sweatpants, pulling her cock free of her pants. Even the cool air of the bathroom gave her a twinge of pleasure and she looked down at the member, trying to think. It’d always given her trouble, but it had never acted up this badly. Her stomach dropped as it suddenly occurred to her what would happen if she was caught. Her clubs would kick her out. She could be expelled. She might even lose her scholarships. What was she thinking, trying-

“C’mon! What’s the holdup?” Nessa sounded confused more than irritated as she spoke, “You probably haven’t done this sort of thing before, but- oh!” Her tone shifted as she seemed to realize something, and she continued slyly. “This is, like, a thing, right? You wanna hear me beg? I’ll beg! Okay, hold on-”

She cleared her throat again, and fell silent. Sam sat, dick in hand, unsure about what to do to indicate to Nessa that she didn’t need to do anything weird, just. . . suck her off. Even despite the need permeating her thoughts, the embarrassment made her boner wilt.

When Nessa spoke up again, her demeanor had changed entirely. Sam saw her bare knees hit the floor in front of the divider. “Please-” she moaned, “-let me see it. Let me touch it. Taste it. Please it. Just put it in the hole. I’ll do whatever you want, mister! I promise!”

Her words were dripping with a deep, animalistic need; one that called out to her own need, stirring it. Sam’s dick throbbed back to attention as she found herself so aroused it hurt. Her body seemed to act on its own accord, lurching her up to her feet and stepping in front of the slat. Sam managed to push her way through the mental haze, blinking as she realized that her hand was already on the slat. Something warm dribbled down the fingers of her other hand. She looked down and found a trail of pre-cum running down from the tip of her cock. A droplet fell from her hand and hit the tiles with a splat.

A pained groan issued from the other side of the divider. “No! Don’t waste a drop! You’re so ready, so full! I can’t wait anymore!”

Sam exerted physical effort to keep the motion of sliding the slat to the side from being jerky and unnatural. She wasn’t wholly successful. Nonetheless, the wood slid out of the way, revealing a hole about the diameter of a coffee mug cut into the metal stall. The edges of the hole were covered in several layers of duct tape, not that it looked like any of the edges were particularly sharp. In fact, the hole seemed almost perfectly circular. Sam did her best to imagine what tools might have been used to achieve this effect. No answers provided any distraction.

Nessa shifted audibly, and through the hole, Sam saw her mouth. Glossy black lipstick painted a pair of full, vaguely heart-shaped lips. She stared, transfixed for a moment, as they parted and spoke.

“That’s it! God, look at that fuckin’ cock!”

Sam stayed still, wrestling with the final wave of reservations; was this really the way she wanted her first sexual encounter to go? She’d never given much thought to the topic, but she’d always assumed it would be something more romantic than this. But the lips through the hole looked so pleasant, so inviting, so hot.

She shuffled awkwardly forward, holding her dick steady as it approached the hole. A peculiar shiver ran down her spine as she passed the taped edges of the hole, accompanied by a sense of dread deep in her core, not strong enough to pierce through the fog filling her head, but enough to bring her to a stop upon half of her dick being on the other side.

“Mmm, you look so fuckin’ ready! You about to pop?” Nessa giggled quietly to herself, and Sam somehow felt her draw closer to the opening. “That’s okay! Don’t do it yet, though. I need to make you feel good, mister. As good as you’re going to make me feel when you blow the biggest load of your fuckin’ life down my throat! There’s nothing I want more than that!”

Sam’s cock twitched again, and she felt the trail of pre-cum surge down her tip again as another droplet slid down the smooth skin, beaded up, and dropped. There was no splat. Instead, there came the lurid sound of Nessa sucking what Sam assumed to be the tip of her finger. Eventually, there was a ‘pop’ as Nessa seemed to finish thoroughly devouring the drop.

“You taste amazin’! I can already tell! And your smell-” Sam bit down on her lip to hold in a moan as a warm, wet breath tickled the surface of her sensitive skin. “-like you’re ready to rut my poor lil’ belly full! Lemme touch it!”

Sam tapped a knuckle on the divider, hoping Nessa would take it as an affirmative. A moment later, she sucked in a sharp breath as she jerked back, surprised, from the sensation of a finger gliding down the underside of her shaft.

“Oh! Nonono, where ya goin’? Come back!” Nessa cooed, her drawl coming out stronger for a moment before starting to fade again. “Ah get it, ya wanna skip to the good stuff, dontcha? Get back here, darlin’!”

Sam hadn’t drawn her whole length back, and having gotten the first shocking feeling of another person touching her penis out of the way, it was less of a surprise when a warm tongue came into contact with her tip. The sharp breath she’d taken came out as a hiss as the tip of the tongue took a moment to circle the edges of her glans, exploring the smooth skin before widening, sliding over the surface as Nessa licked the precum up.

“Isn’t that nice? Come on back, I’m feelin’ hungry!”

Sam obliged, stepping forward again and putting herself through about as far as she had been before. She was struck with the sudden urge to apologize for her skittishness; most people probably came to these things more prepared for what they were getting, after all. Luckily, the absolute dread of being identified was still piercing enough to paralyze her throat before a single word slipped out.

Fingers wrapped around her shaft as far down as they could get, a little more than halfway before the knuckles hit the divider. Sam could hardly believe how much better they felt than her own. She let her own fingers go slack and pulled her hand back.

Nessa’s grip was light, and as she started to move her hand back and forth, jerking off Sam’s cock, her fingers glided across the surface rather than gripped. Her skin was soft and warm, and she handled Sam’s cock with a dexterity that almost seemed supernatural. Sam wondered if someone else doing it really could make so much of a difference. It would feel different, she always knew, but this much? She let herself scoot a little closer, feeling her thoughts starting to slow as her chest began filling with lust.

Nessa giggled again, and shifted as Sam guessed she was leaning forward. The unmistakable touch of puckered lips, velvety soft and fiendishly inviting, pressed against the tip of her penis. Sam had to push down a surge of pleasure that, unchecked, would’ve made her blow her load right there. Her eyes clenched shut with the sudden effort, and she chewed at the inside of her cheek to keep the pleasure from being the only thing she was feeling. Mercifully, Nessa seemed to feel the twitch, and was content to remain perfectly still as her dick began leaking out a steady stream of pre-cum.

Sam took a shaky breath as she got herself ready to continue. A dim question formed somewhere in her mind as to why she’d fought the orgasm off, but went unaddressed as she gave another soft knock.

Nessa seemed to understand, resuming her jerking and slipping the cock ever-so-slowly deeper into her mouth. A shiver ran up the length of Sam’s spine as her glans was enveloped in lips more delightful than any of her most embarrassing fantasies. Every individual cell of skin felt as though it were being smothered beneath a starving cum-hungry beast.

It wasn’t long before Nessa passed Sam tip from the pillowy prison of her lips to the inside of her mouth, where her tongue could easily tease and toy with the slit at its end. As she did so, Nessa also started to bob her head, forward and back, forward and back, leaving a coating of warm saliva mixed with pre-cum that rolled further down Sam’s shaft like a warning of inevitable orgasm.

She could still feel it building, budding up inside her, and as Nessa started to suck a tremulous moan slipped from her throat. The noise echoed off the tile all around, punctuated by the sharp clap of Sam’s hand against her mouth as she realized the sound’s source was herself. She went rigid, as if she expected scores of people to burst into the stall and start pointing, jeering, laughing that such a hardworking student would really stoop to such a perverse low.

Nessa continued to bob for a moment before sliding back, sucking as she went until she let it go with a loud ‘pop.‘

“Oh! Seems like ‘mister’ was a little off, huh? Nothin’ wrong with that. Ain’t nobody here but us, Sugar. You can be as loud as you want.” She continued jerking as she spoke, causing Sam’s attention to start slipping again immediately. “Wanna try something else? Come a lil’ closer, put’cher balls though, I’ll get some real moans outta you.”

Sam’s eyes were still wide as she looked down at the hole, but she was already managing to relax. Nessa hadn’t seemed to recognize the noise. Granted, she’d never made a sound like that in any class before. Even the thought of doing so brought an odd emotion to her mind, a kind mix of terror and disgust that made her heart pound a little harder. Perhaps she’d been a little overly-paranoid in staying totally silent.

She pulled herself back, enjoying the way Nessa’s fingers followed her cock even past the opening of the hole as she tried to keep pleasuring. She had long fingers, and Sam couldn’t bring herself to leave her reach entirely. Stains of black lipstick ringed her shaft like notches on a dipstick. Tiny particles of glitter shimmered back at her. For a couple seconds, she stood, watching the finger continue to toy with her penis, smearing saliva and pre-cum into a mix that clung to the finger like a bridge as Nessa pulled the finger back, beckoning.

Sam followed, carefully helping her balls through and pressing her pelvis up against the divider as far as she could. Once everything was through, Sam made careful note of the angle she’d need to pull herself out, if needed.

Nessa sounded quite happy as she spoke, “There they are! And the whole thing, too! I knew you were holdin’ out on me! I betcha scare off all kinds with this thing.” Sam still had the wherewithal to know Nessa wasn’t being serious. At least, probably. Five and a half inches was hardly intimidating, though she felt closer to six at the moment. Nessa continued, “You’re tryina’ spoil me, huh? Well then, I’ll spoil you right back!”

Another shocked moan reverberated off the walls as Nessa attacked, kissing and slurping and licking the base of Sam’s nuts. The sensation was pleasant, Sam had to admit, but in an almost alien way that pulled a series of undignified grunts and fidgets from deep down in her core. Nessa relished the squirming, doubling her efforts as she brought Sam’s balls into her mouth and subjected them to the same teasing she had Sam’s glans. Sam made to pull back, but Nessa held her in place with her mouth, thrusting her nose against Sam’s shaft and taking deep, tingly breaths.

The clenching and unclenching of Sam’s jaw proved insufficient to cope as Nessa got both balls into her mouth and started pushing the pair from side to side, up and down, whichever way she liked, all with an apparent glee at Sam’s reactions.

A familiar feeling bubbled inside of Sam, the pressure of days worth of trying to ignore her urges building to its final inevitable conclusion. Combined with the torturous working of her sack, it was too much. She wanted to cum. She didn’t want to cum from this. Her hands jumped from her body to the divider, to reaching blindly behind her, and finally scraping her nails against the stall.

“S-S-S. . . pl-please, st-o-op!”

Cold air rushed against her scrotum as Nessa pulled back, letting them free and focusing on jerking with her hand again. “What? Gonna bust, huh? Gonna blow a fat fuckin’ load all over my face? Or wouldja rather shoot it down my greedy little throat?”

No words jumped into Sam’s mind. She only gasped for breath, biting her lip as she started to thrust herself into Nessa’s hand harder. Nessa gripped harder, adding in a twist on her downward strokes and lightly scraping with her nails on the upwards ones. The effect was immediate, a severe shortening of the time Sam had to think.

“Mmf. . . m-mouth! Mouth, plea-ease! A-Aa-Aaahh-!”

Nessa removed her hand leaving Sam to hang for a moment, cold and damp in the air just long enough for her cry to turn from pleasure to panic. A dam broke, and the tidal wave of ecstasy Sam had tried to hold back for so long crashed against her mind, shattering thoughts apart as it pulsed and throbbed.

Her first shot went into the unknown air of the next stall. Her next found its way into Nesssa’s mouth as her lips hugged the tip. Her third was buried in the back of Nessa’s throat as she slammed down, rattling the stall’s divider with the force of the thrust. All at once, Her shaft was enveloped, tip to base, in the clenching, squeezing, wonderful mouth of the stranger.

Sam’s vision swam as she blubbered incoherently, searching in vain for something to hold onto as orgasm wracked her body. She found nothing save for the slat next to the gloryhole and clung to it with a white-knuckle grip for what little aid it gave in keeping her knees from giving out under her. All the while, her animalistic grunts and moans forced their way through clenched teeth and gasps for air, and from the other side of the divider noisy, delighted gulps communicated all Nessa needed Sam to know.

Finally, after what must have been the fifth or sixth tremor-inducing squirt down Nessa’s now quite serpentine-feeling maw, Sam started to piece her mind back together.

Something caught her still twitching eye, poking through the space between the divider and the floor. She looked, and found a screen staring back at her. Displayed on the screen was a woman dressed messily in dark sweatpants and a white hoodie, from an unflattering upward angle. She stared at the beet red face, the heaving chest, the unfocused eyes, and as the phone pulled back, the dick sticking through the divider still soaked in fluids that dripped down over the camera just before the phone’s holder came into view. The last thing she noticed was the blinking red dot at the top of the screen.

Sam lurched back from the gloryhole like she’d been burned, pulling herself from Nessa’s mouth with another loud pop and splattering a final weak rope of thick cum over the divider and floor. Her back hit the opposite divider, rattling the stall and shocking some of her mind back into functioning as the cold metal came into contact with the sweat on her neck. Her eyes jumped from the hole in the wall to the space below, where she could still see Nessa’s knees.

Noises started to come from the other side, cramped and tinny as they emitted from the phone speakers. They were noises Sam could barely recognize as coming from her, but deep down she knew it had to be. Her voice sounded like brittle glass as she spoke;

“W. . . W-Why did you. . .”

The noises stopped, then repeated from the start, and she heard Nessa giggle.

“Whew! You needed that, huh? How long has it been, darlin’? It looks like you enjoyed yerself.”

“D-Delete that! I can’t. . . I don’t want-”

“Oh, pfft-” Nessa sounded amused. “-like anyone’s ever gonna see this. It’s just. . . think of it like a souvenir. That’s all.”

“I-It better be!” she did her best to sound confident, or commanding, or anything that might impress the severity of things. It didn’t work. “I’ll. . . I’ll sue! I’ll go to the cops! You’ll be. . . you’ll. . . ”

The video started over again, and a wet schlick-ing noise started to become audible.

“Mmhm. Sure. No worries, sugar. If I had a quarter for every time I heard that. . .” Her voice trailed off, and the video’s noise stopped. Sam felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as Nessa continued. “I think I’ve seen you before!” Sam’s stomach turned. “I’ve got a class with you! Professor Reeves, right? Tuesdays and Thursdays? You’re Samantha!”

Sam slid down the wall, hitting the floor, her head in her hands. Her lip quivered, and she did her best to hold in a sob as she wiped her eyes. When she looked up, her new position on the floor revealed more through the gap under the divider; Nessa’s legs were shaking ever so slightly, her breathing getting quicker. Something stirred in Sam’s mind, singeing the edges of the clarity that relief had brought. Inside her sweatpants, there was a twitch.

“Oh, c’mon now, it ain’t a big thing! Girl, you just had a first-hand demonstration of how tight my lips are. No one’s gonna hear a thing.”

“You. . . promise?” Sam noticed an edge of hope in her own voice, and clung to it.

“I love doin’ this! Sex is, like, my life! And when it comes down to it, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar, don’t you?”

That made sense. If she went around telling everyone’s secrets, she probably wouldn’t be able to meet many more people for these. . . trysts. Sam’s hope grew, though she was quick to reign it in.

“How do I know I can trust you?”

Nessa didn’t miss a beat in replying, “The only thing worse for a reputation than gettin’ your dick sucked through a gloryhole is suckin’ a dick through a gloryhole, and I’ve sucked a lotta’ dicks.”

Sam nodded, then realized Nessa couldn’t see her. “Okay. Well, I guess I should go then, I’ve got-”

“Work to do?” Nessa cut her off. “I don’t think we’re done here, are we? You ain’t empty, and I pride myself on being thorough. C’mon back over here.”

Her fingers caught a few tangles in her hair as she ran her fingers through it, but the pain was easily ignored as she worked to process the offer. Nessa wanted more? She has the biggest orgasm of her life, and Nessa asks for round two? She was insane. Surely, she was some kind of nymphomaniac. She had to be. There was no other explanation. Sam let out another long, unsteady breath. No. If she didn’t do perfectly on tomorrow’s test, she’d have so much more work to do getting her GPA back up to a 4.0 before the end of the semester. But now that she’d worked out her little distraction, she could get back to it.

Or, at least, that was what she’d expected. As she pushed herself back to her feet, she found that her eyes were lingering on the hole. In the next stall she could see the string of cum lying on the floor behind Nessa’s legs, and the thin trail she’d left when she pulled out. As she watched, a finger swooped down, scooping as much up as it could and carrying it up out of her view. Then she heard Nessa loudly depositing it onto her tongue, making a noise like she was enjoying some sweet candy. Sam suddenly didn’t feel as clear-minded as she thought.

“Shit. . .”

She’d muttered the word under her breath, but a response came as though she had spoken at a normal volume; “Thinkin’ about it, huh? I could feel more sloshin’ around in there, I know you ain’t empty.” As much as she hated to admit it, her waistband was getting tighter again.

There was a long pause as Sam weighed her options. Before she could come to a decision, Nessa spoke up again. Her voice sounded closer than before, tingling somewhere deep in her ear in a way that made Sam’s heart skip. “I think I like you. A lot. I’ll do something special for you, it’ll change your life, I promise.”

Sam bit her lip, gaze flicking from the hole to the door. She should get back to work, she’d lost enough time already. She turned to the door, but her feet refused to move. Nessa’s words continued to echo around her mind: special, change your life. Instead of losing their hold, the whispers grew in volume and lascivity, so much so that hearing her own thoughts seemed distant by comparison.

Nessa’s voice cut through the noise with ease. “Plus, you’re already here. What’s one more go? You know you want it. And shit, you work yourself to the bone! You deserve a little reward!”

She had been studying all semester. Some part of her far away warned against any further indulgence, but the more she searched for a reason why, the further that part seemed to flee.

Nessa had a point anyway. What harm could one more quick “encounter” do? She sighed, giving one last look at the door as though it might suddenly speak some word of reason and save her. It didn’t.

“W-What. . . what sort of s-surprise are you talking about?”

Nessa laughed. “Well it ain’t much of one if I tell you, is it? Get over here!”

Her feet practically carried her of their own accord back to the hole, where she started tugging clumsily at her sweatpants as she pulled her shaft free again. “H-How far should I, uh-?”

“Whole thing, hun! Nuts an’ all!”

She stuck it through, noting that the tingle of suspense hadn’t lessened in the slightest, making her heartbeat quicken again. A smile wormed its way onto her face for the first time in what felt like a long while. Maybe there was more to these sorts of hookups than she had initially thought.

Again, hot breath on her shaft excited her, sending a pleasurable warmth shooting up her spine. Nessa started jerking again, using the tantalizingly light grip that Sam had already come to miss in the minutes she’d gone without it. With her other hand Nessa started to massage Sam’s balls affectionately, rubbing the layer of spit and cum into the skin. Sam groaned, thankful that she still felt a little numb from her orgasm. She might’ve been embarrassingly close to another climax otherwise.

“This fuckin’ thing-” Nessa whispered between long licks along her shaft. Her voice was quiet, but Sam could hear her in her ear again, tickling her bones. She shivered. “You got no clue how good this fucker is, do you?” Sam wanted to reply, but the question seemed to be rhetorical as Nessa continued. “I can’t wait to fuckin’ ruin you, hun. You’re never gonna get me out of your head. No one else is ever gonna be able to drain you like I can. You’re mine!”

The last word was punctuated by a painful prick at the base of her shaft. Sam flinched, and pulled back a bit, not far enough to leave the hole, but more than enough to communicate her displeasure. Nessa was quick to move her tongue to the area, and spoke again with a softer tone.

“Oh! I caught’cha with my nail, sorry. Let me make it up to you.” Her attentions zeroed in on the area, which did more than Sam expected to soothe any lingering soreness. Everyone messes up every now and again, she supposed, even someone as good as Nessa. She let her eyes drift closed and her head tilt back, wishing quite suddenly that she could put a hand on Nessa’s head. Perhaps if she could set the pace, things might be even better.

Not that there was any room to complain, of course. Nessa moved from swirling her tongue around the now near-forgotten pinprick to jerking with renewed vigor. Her touch wasn’t light or gentle anymore, but Sam still found herself wanting more.

“H-Harder, please.”

Her voice sounded strange in her own ears. There was something beneath her words she’d never heard before, an undercurrent of lust she could feel spreading through her body as the haze she’d tried so hard to dispel rolled into her mind and muddled her thoughts twice as much as it had before.

“God. . . what are you d-doing?” She asked, finding it harder to string the words together how she wanted.

Nessa sounded smug as she replied, “You like it? I think you’re getting harder.”

Her heart was pounding in her chest now, blood roaring through her veins. She had the biggest boner of her life, she was sure of that much, but at the same time there was a pressure in her cock separate from the feeling of an orgasm building, a thrilling pressure that grew by the moment, and which she knew the relief would have her ecstatic in an entirely different way, like the scratching of an itch. She only needed to scratch it.

“Go harder! F-Faster!”

Nessa obliged both requests, earning a throaty groan from her prey as she started thrusting her own hips softly. It was good, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Needed it.

A fire was spreading through her veins, filling her body with a euphoric energy she didn’t know what to do with. For the first time, she thought about what might be happening if the divider wasn’t separating their stalls. She would have more to do with her hands, certainly. Nessa’s body probably felt just as good as her mouth did. She might be able to repay her for all of the teasing she was doing. But, divided as they were, she started groping at her own body, wishing more than anything she could pull Nessa close.

“You’re gettin’ real loud, hun.” Nessa didn’t sound concerned as she pointed out, “Someone might come and see what all the fuss is about!”

The noises stopped for a moment as Sam realized just how correct Nessa was. Grunts and moans and slurps had entirely replaced the calm and quiet which had kept Sam company while she waited. Even as she made the effort of containing her noises, they lingered on like the remnants of a lusty spirit. For one terrible moment of clarity, Sam could remember her fears of being found and what she’d lose if she was, all the countless hours of work that would be thrown to the wind. She realized the sounds would bring someone to investigate. It was late in the day, but someone would come. How could they not? In that moment, she felt some sliver of her mind go ice cold with fear, which seeped into her thoughts and poisoned the pleasure. She recalled something she realized she’d forgotten. This was wrong.

“Nnf. . . Nessa, w-wai-. . . wait! S-Sto. . .”

Wasn’t it? She’d thought so, but it felt so good. How could it be wrong? Her veins seemed to tingle as flame and frost intermingled, filling her with a strange, off-kilter tranquility. Besides, Nessa had explained it. It wasn’t that strange. People did this sort of thing every day with her. She’d just never been aware, that was all. God knew it wasn’t the only thing she’d ever been unaware of when it came to her peers. Maybe it would be good to socialize more.

“S-S-Shhhhh-um-m. . . f-fu-ck. . .”

“Yeah? You doin’ alright over there? We could stop, if you wanted to quiet down. Or, I could give you your ‘surprise’ now.”

She didn’t wait for an answer to position herself at the tip of Sam’s cock again and press her tongue against Sam’s glans. Once there, she stopped, ceasing all stimulation.

The anticipation was too much. Sam’s heart pumped like a bellow, feeding the flame with fresh lust. Her voice was strained as she held in a particularly desperate noise when she said “N-Now! Now, ple-ease!”

Nessa’s words turned sharp as she said “Beg. I wanna hear you beg me to fuck you up forever. Not like you needed the help, but. . .” she trailed off into wicked giggles.

Words tumbled from Sam’s throat like smoke from a chimney. “F-Fuck me up! Ruin me! Make me yours!” Words sprang to her mind as though she’d always known them, deep down. “Please! I-I need it! I need it more than anything before! Let me f-fuck you! It’ll be so goo-o-od!”

Her pleas hung in the air, and Sam could practically hear Nessa’s smirk from the opposite side of the divider. “Oh, that’s what you think the surprise is, huh?” Bemusement practically soaked the words as she continued, “Alright, sure! It sounds fun!”

Sam struggled with her confusion for a second, wondering if her guess had been wrong, what Nessa could have possibly meant by ‘surprise.’ Her wondering came to an abrupt halt when the sound of fabric being pulled away and falling to the floor. The odd pressure seemed to be relieved ever so slightly as she throbbed with newfound excitement. This was it, wasn’t it? Her first time. She’d never imagined she’d need it this much.

Something pressed against her shaft, softer and larger than the hands or mouth she’d felt so far. Instead of the sweet embrace of flesh, however, a fabric barrier still remained, wet and warm, keeping Sam from touching. Nevertheless, it started to rub up and down her shaft, teasing.

“You can feel that, right hun? My pussy? Hearing those slutty lil’ noises you make has me all hot ‘n bothered! I betcha could just slide ri-i-ight in! Imagine that! Me, bouncing up and down on that fuckin’ cock!” She took Sam’s shaft in her hand, holding it still as she slid back up her length and finally arrived at the tip. Once there, she lined it up and pressed down. Sam could feel plump lips starting to spread over the edges of what must’ve been a thong, tickling the sides of her head as Nessa’s dripping arousal mixed with her own.

“I bet I could make you cum like this, couldn’t I? You’re just aching to bust inside me! Those nuts are getting heavy again, huh? I can see ’em working! Can you feel ’em?”

Sam couldn’t bring herself to think about anything but how she might thrust herself forward, plunging into Nessa and slaking the incredible need she’d sparked in Sam. She continued to move her hips as much as she could, hardly noticing the slapping of her balls against the other side of the divider; they hadn’t been doing that earlier. Her efforts seemed to be rewarded as the Nessa pressed harder against her tip. The pressure in her shaft started to relent, the relief of which was almost like a torturously slow orgasm on its own.

“Now you’re doin’ it! C’mon! Bigger! Bigger!

She kept pressing harder on Sam, somehow timing her pushes with the hissing relief that wracked Sam’s brain. She kept going, thrusting as must as she could. Despite her small range of motion, it seemed to be working. Fabric stretched as she got further and further, closer and closer to giving way under the force of Sam’s lust. Eventually, she managed to push close enough that Nessa’s thong slipped to one side, allowing her tip enough space to push in.

As she felt the folds of Nessa’s insides wrap around her, the remaining pressure let out all at once. With a surprised cry, Sam felt herself plunge in. Suddenly what was only her tip jolted, swelling forward and out as if her cock was trying to fill up the space it was given.

Finally Sam realized that something was wrong. That lone frozen sliver of her mind shocked her back to her senses. She made to pull back, but found that she couldn’t. Panic started to spread icy fingers through her as she looked down, trying to tell what was holding her in place.

Her shaft looked red, almost inflamed, though it didn’t feel uncomfortable, save for the pressing of the flesh against the top edges of the hole. She tugged herself again, and after pulling about an inch out found her genitals remained stubbornly in place. The hole, somehow, was too small. Her shaft might’ve fit on its own, but when her balls came with, they simply couldn’t fit. But as she looked at the hole, desperately trying to tell how it might’ve shrunk, she noted that its opening was roughly the size of a coffee cup. If the hole was the same size, then the only explanation for being stuck was. . .

“H-Hold o-on! S-Something’s-”

Nessa cut her off, voice full of surprise and barely restrained delight. “Fuckin’ hell! I knew you’d get big, but this-” Nessa started rolling her hips, squirming around the portion of Sam’s cock buried in her abdomen. “-is fuckin’ huge! I love it!”

“I c-can’t. . . can’t p-pull out! H-Help! Wh-”

“Oh, I’ll help you alright! Help you dump those new fuckin’ balls you got there! That’s the only way you’re ever gonna get out of there, girl. I made sure of that.”

“W-Wha. . .? W-What do y-”

“C’mon! Show me what those things can do! Prove I ain’t wasting my time!”

Her insides tightened and twitched, working in unison with her hips, pulling a wave of pleasure out of Sam despite her panic blooming out of control. It started in Sam’s core; a tightening of muscles that spread across the rest of her body, forcing her jaw to clench and her eyes to clap shut. The contractions continued, and she could not only feel but hear a huge amount of something moving through her body. It’s sheer mass was disconcerting, and as much as she wanted to be disgusted at the sensation as it occurred to her that Nessa had somehow inflicted some kind of change on her, it felt too horribly blissful to fight. Her legs quaked as she braced as much as she could against the onslaught of orgasm. It slammed into her mind harder than anything she’d ever felt before, shattering thought apart beneath the force of the inhumanly powerful contractions of her now apparently immense shaft. Her balls tightened and her muscles shuddered as a blast of cum gushed from her tip, pouring into Nessa’s hungry insides as they continued to coax shot after shot from her hapless prey.

Sam’s cock felt almost alien as it bulged around the sheer volume it dispensed, every drop weathering the shattered remains of her thoughts just a little more. Sweat rolled past her brow and into her eyes, mixing with tears as she tried to remember how to breathe. Her chest heaved as her body seized control from her, pulling ragged gasps of air in and out. Despite this, she still felt only a moment or two away from suffocating.

On the other side of the divider, Nessa laughed as she maneuvered forward off of Sam’s cock. When she freed herself from the tip, a throaty gurgle emanated from Sam’s throat as her pussy squeezed around the tip like a parting kiss. The instant it was gone, the sounds of a heavy, wet splatter against the tile floor reached Sam’s ears. A sudden warm dampness hit her shoes and front of her pant legs. Her eyes drifted downward, seeing the puddle of milky white slowly spreading past the barrier.

Sam made to pull herself back. She still couldn’t fit out the hole.

“Pfft, you thought you were done? Hell no! We’ve got a lot more work to do!”

She heard the words, but didn’t understand them. Not at first. They were noises, devoid of any particular importance. Nevertheless, her instincts told her she was wrong, and she took the noises in her mind, turning them over, examining them from every angle with the shards of her awareness she was able to scrape together. They were familiar, she realized. They should’ve meant something. Why didn’t they? A piece still missing, perhaps. She reached out, gathering more slivers and scraps together and fitting them into shape that felt right. Gradually, the words started to make sense. Gradually, her heart sank.

“Not. . . d-done?”

“Man, you sound fucked up! Did I break your brain already? Girl, you’re in for some trouble if this was too much. But don’t worry! I’m here to help! Here, let me-”

There was an odd sound, a squeaking like a piece of glass being cleaned. Sam knew she should have been curious, and set about finding that particular piece among the bits of herself still reeling. By the time she’d found it, there was more to wonder about than just the sound.