“Naughty little Lora, you’re already soaked. Perfect, a perfect student.” He whispered in my ear, as his hand dipped into my panties now and he inserted a finger inside me easily. I moaned loudly, my brain wasn’t able to think in words anymore. His finger had started to move slowly in and out, crooked slightly as to stimulate my G-spot. With his other hand he had now moved down from my neck and was holding me up with his arm under my chest and the hand cupping my left breast roughly. “I’m going to let you go Lora, and if you want me to touch you again, if you want me to fuck you, I hope you’ll do what I say. Step forward to everyone, and strip yourself naked. I want you to show your classmates everything. Can you do that for me?” I whimpered and nodded my reply, I didn’t want him to stop touching me. I wanted him to fuck me so badly. In an instant he released his grip on me. I felt the hunger in me rise at the sudden loss of his touch. He gave me a tiny taste then took it away, making me want him more than ever.
“Good… good.” He pulled me towards him. I gasped again, realising he truly was strong. Under his tweed jacket, his arms were muscular and he could easily carry two of me with them if he wished. He turned me towards the class. His large hands started to caress my body, one hand on my stomach, moving towards my thigh, the other lightly against my neck. I felt his head come down, felt his breath against the back of my neck. I audibly gasped this time when I felt his tongue lick it, then nibble with meticulous tenderness. His hand on my thigh brushed against my panties, then stroked the front with one finger.
Part 4 of Lora's first day on campus “While this is a free-use city, that is to say, all our needs will be provided for, and all participants are open to each other in all the ways we want, we must of course be good partners to those that chose us. The art of fucking, my dear students, is a crucial ingredient to succeeding in our goals. We must fuck each other, and we must fuck each other well, so that our creative and innovative souls can come out to their best potential. Now less talking from me, so make sure you watch and pay attention to exactly what I’m about to do to little Lora here. Now Lora dear, would you describe yourself as a hot little slut?” I blinked. Where was this going? And yet I could feel my body tremble. I’ve always wanted this, it was so counter to everything outside society had ever taught me, but in that moment I realised I was finally somewhere that understood me. “Yes Sir. I’m a real hot little slut. Emphasis on the slut.”
“Miss Lora, I was just giving everyone the introductory spiel about the course. I’m afraid I might have even been boring everyone with it. We all know what New Topia is trying to achieve, we all applied to be part of it’s experiment did we not? In this class we will be closely monitoring how the city functions, collecting data, analysing it, etc etc. But all that is for later, I think now, hmm, maybe to not bore you all, we should start with a practical demonstration? Miss Lora if you would come over here kindly?”. He reached out his hand to me. I gasped opened mouth a little. “That is, if you’d like to help me? Consent is king everyone! Even in New Topia, consent is always the first and most important step in any sexual interaction.” “Yes please sir” I managed to squeak out. I thought I would cum then and there. It was my first day, my first class, and already I was about to get a taste of my first cock, from none other than the charismatic professor himself. I stepped towards the Professor. He was a good head and a half taller than me. I put my hands in his and he helped me stand in front of the whole auditorium . Every pair of eyes were on us. I saw jealousy in some, desire in others.
This momentary distraction left me dazed, and I ended up getting lost amongst the corridors. I finally found the door to my lecture hall, but realised as I entered I was quite late and possibly the last person to come in. The professor at the front podium stopped mid sentence and turned to stare at me. He was tall, lean but muscular. He must have been twice my age at least, his dark hair flecked with white at the sides. He had a neatly trimmed beard. I wondered in a crazed panic if he was going to spank me. I felt my excitement in my panties, drenched now to the point of uncomfortableness. “Ah, I see we have a late-comer? Miss.. Lora Lee I presume?” Professor Dickins asked me. “I’m so sorry Sir, I.. I got lost on my way here.” I stammered back, unable to look him in the eye in case he could see the impure thoughts that were racing through my mind as I stared at his large hands holding a pointer with careful control. He could snap it with one hand if he wanted to. He exuded that sort of power. “Nothing to be sorry for, it’s everyone’s first day, we’re all friendly here.” He smiled at me, and I thought my knees would collapse then and there. I squirmed slightly at his gaze. To avoid it I glanced at the room and gasped a little, it was small, but almost 50 seats were filled. There seemed to be an equal number of guys and girls, and I blushed all the harder realising they were all staring at me.
Moving to a new city for university is always daunting, especially when that city is none other than New Topia. New Topia was the first of its kind, a free-use, adults only, by invitation only, social experiment asking the question: If all of our basic needs are taken care of, whenever we want, and however we want, will humans be able to reach the climax of creativity and innovation? The bar to enter was high. I myself had gone through multiple exams, written and oral (the oral I particularly enjoyed), before being allowed to apply for the University’s PPE course. PPE in this case standing for Philosophy, Physiology, and Excitement. A course made to really study the city’s founding ideals and taking an active role in carrying out it’s theory. I was overcome with excitement and anticipation for my first class, and my panties got progressively more wet as I walked along the hallway to my first lecture. There are no uniforms at university, but I thought to myself that doesn’t mean I can’t make up my own. For my first day, I picked out a short pleated micro skirt in tartan red. The skirt barely covered ¾ of my plump butt, and my pure white panties were invitingly stark in contrast to the red. On my slender legs I wore white thigh-high socks, with blue and red stripes at the top. I decided to ditch wearing any bra at all, my 32C breasts were perky and bouncy without need for support, and my nipples strained against the opaque white crop shirt I wore, tied at the middle. For shoes I wore simple brown loafers, comfortable and practical. As I was walking to the lecture hall, I saw other students and even faculty staff giving me appreciative stares. I glowed at their positive reaction. Other students had similar ideas to me, I saw a lot of miniskirts, fishnets, micro bikinis, all with a somewhat academic theme. The female teachers wore tight black skirts, and buttoned up white shirts, professional yet seductive in the way they hung to their curves. I saw one teacher, her hair in a tight bun, glasses, secretarial looking almost and I imagined myself across her knee, her hand spanking my ass. It was just a fleeting image, but it made me bite my lip. She smiled conspiringly at me and I blushed in a panic, wondering if she could read my mind.
I've been trying to write some more erotica, it's been a long few years since I've posted erotica I've personally written. Unlike my old blog days, this next piece I'll be posting is completely fictional. The character "Lora" in the story is also not meant to be myself, although the photos I post are in an outfit I imagined her in. Please let me know if you enjoy the erotica... I'll be posting the first parts on the timeline, but the continuation will be sent to everyone with renews on as a reward.
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