Her lusty void craved attention, and yearned to be filled with a thick load of cream. Her tender nether lips quivered with each passing day. Whenever Sophia took a step it was maddening, giving her a lesson on lustful restraint. Most preferably, Sophia wanted her lips spread open wide by Lysander's body-breaking manhood. She dreamed of him every night, and imagined how much sauce he carried around in that heavy ball sack of his. She even day dreamed of him when other men sated her growing urges.
Tasty semen rejuvenated her spirit, offered freely by willing fraternity brothers. Most of her free time was spent in bed, or seated for long durations. Until her knee was fully healed, she needed help going up and down the stairs for class. Naturally, during those prolonged moments of leisure, Sophia still needed to collect her deck of cards. Her roommates came up with a simple solution. They opened the welcome matt for all the boys on campus. Apparently, the men weren't the only ones to get the memo.
All day, from morning till night, whenever Sophia was in her dorm there was an open sign lit up over their front door. Everyone got the hint, and other freshmen were soon ordered to do the same. Sophia knew her seniors likely spread the rumor around, that several of their pawns were ready and willing to please.
The tattoo on her back had been worked on a bit more. It still required a final touch up before the pattern was complete. Sophia considered letting Valorie work on her entire backside, the senior's designs had only grown bolder. The newest set of drawings included her shoulders, and even her torso! Black tribal wavy lines would wrap around the curvature of her breasts, and creep toward her nipples, while other patterns decorated the sides of her torso without intruding on her stomach. It both highlighted her beauty, and made it intimidating.
Sophia was half ready to take her up on the offer. She could have them all removed if she wanted to anyway. If the artworks color changed in according to her mood, Sophia wondered how it would make her entire body glow.
One by one, random boys would knock on her door and be welcomed inside. Some tried offering a cheesy pick up line, but most simply strode on in. Unable to get on her knees, Sophia let them pile drive her face, feeling their balls slap her forehead or against the bottom of her chin. If there were two of them, she would enthusiastically allow one of them sit on her sternum so he could squeeze his erect phallus's between her tits.
They left quite the mess.
Sophia laid happily on the comforter of her twin sized bed, completely covered in sticky fluids. Thick layers of crusty, and some fresh, semen covered her chest, face, and stomach. It almost looked like a grotesque face mask had been applied over her cheeks, and a bucket of glaze dumped unevenly over her torso. The only place it didn't smother her skin, was over her genitals. Her underwear was thoroughly soaked, but no one had been allowed to storm her fertile depths.
Yet even when she had dozens of shafts to choose from, and was soaked with their blessed seed, none of them could compare to Lysander's. Awake, asleep, in class, during sorority events, or even while studying, it didn't matter, all Sophia wanted was to get a good look at Lysander's beautiful cock.
"Hey…earth to Sophia…you still there?" Chloe's voice broke the spell. Sophia shook her head form side to side, and returned a muffled groan.
It was raining outside, the pitter patter of drizzle against the two glass windows provided a calming atmosphere. The lights were off, except for a couple of lamps sitting on the desks in the far side of the cubical room. A single television was installed high up on the wall, just between the windows, and was pivoted to face Sophia's bed. Her other two roommates didn't appreciate her theatrical tastes, but now that she was alone Sophia could watch whatever she wanted.
Before Chloe marched her way inside, Sophia had been watching a soap while waiting patiently for another man to entertain her. In a way, Sophia was drunk from the rush of endorphins washing through her veins. The constant sexual attention steamed her loins, bringing her to the very brink of climax multiple times. Chloe Dangle had turned off the open sign over the entrance, and locked the door behind her.
Sophia's breath was steamy, her breasts rose and fell with each gasp. She looked over to Chloe's magnificent form, barely clad in the Rachelle uniform. It was then that she noticed bold silver rings dangling from the nubs of her mounds.
"Nipple piercings?" Sophia jerked at the idea.
Chloe seemed pleased with herself. She pulled up a chair and sat next to Sophia's bed with a measure of concern…and curiosity. "You look like you could use a bath."
"I've already enjoyed one." Sophia motioned with her fingers to show they were also dripping with gravy.
Chloe leaned forward so that she could suckle on them, cleaning them with her tongue, and was surprised by how fresh it tasted. She had to restrain herself from licking off any more. "How about a real one, or a shower at least? And maybe a change of sheets?"
"Alright mother," Sophia scoffed. Leaning herself up, she could feel some of the liquids dripping down her cleavage. The mixture of milk gave it enough texture to loosen up and roll down her skin. "Help me up."
"It's been two weeks, you're fine and you know it." Chloe wasn't wrong, but that didn't mean Sophia couldn't ask. The pain in her knee was almost a distant memory, having recovered for the past two weeks, but occasionally it flared when she exercise it. The stitches were almost ready to come out, they would leave behind an ugly scar.
"Did you just get those?" Sophia wanted to return the subject back to Chloe's new piercings. She slowly got up on her feet, and searched for the small toiletries bag in her dresser cabinet.
"I was nervous about them at first," Chloe looked down at her swollen nipples. "They sting like a bitch, but I kinda like them." Her teats were still raw from having a needle poked through them. The silver rings were fairly large, except at the entry point where they narrowed.
"You should bandage those," Sophia couldn't help but notice how each of Chloe's nipples were stark red.
Chloe sighed, "I've been applying some special ointment all day. It seems to have helped."
"Speaking of ointment," Sophia felt a sharp pressure once again budding toward the surface. Her milk ducts were ripening, and her areola's already tingled. For some reason her mammaries were storing up a noticeably larger amount of milk, and needed to be relieved more often. She wondered what else was in the nurse's special cream. "I need to see the nurse again anyway."
It took a moment, but Chloe eventually found a pair of clean towels in the laundry bin. "You've been seeing her a lot."
"We have a mutually beneficial arrangement. Also, I need to have these stitches removed." Trading her breast milk for the nurses special massage oil had become a daily ritual, one that was the highlight of her day.
"First, let me help you wash up. Then, we'll take care of your knee." Chloe placed a hand on Sophia's shoulders, and with a delightful smile she lead her towards the door.
"You seem a little chipper?" Sophia could feel her friends excitement radiating off from her. It was further embellished with the way that she moved, Chloe practically glided across the room like she were in a runway show.
"Of course! Don't you want to know why?" Sophia could hear the smirk in Chloe's voice.
Sophia didn't care who saw her naked, and cum-covered skin, as they opened the door. A rush of cool air brushed her bare frame, giving her goosebumps. "Forgive me, but why should I be excited?" She asked while searching her memory.
Sophia had been in her 'Pre-Nightfall Literature' class all morning, followed by a creative writing seminar. She only returned to the dorm a few hours ago, and happily accepted every horny stud that came to her door. Sophia couldn't remember anything else going on that evening.
Chloe guided her down the hall. A few fraternity brothers were entering and exiting other sorority rooms, some of them looked at her with awkward expressions. One of them stopped dead in his tracks, and starred at Sophia's glazed body. She noticed his underwear was straining against his jeans.
Before she could advance toward him, Chloe grabbed hold of her. "Oh no you don't. Shower first, boys later."
Sophia pouted as she was forcibly lead to the main bathroom at the center of the hall. She tried to offer him a sloppy wave, but was dragged away too quickly. "Why again should I be excited?" Her voice was a sad groan.
"So you don't remember? Or you weren't paying attention during our last sisterhood meeting?" Chloe raised a brow. Reaching forward she opened the door to their communal bathroom.
As she walked, Sophia couldn't help but notice an extra bounce in her step. Her breasts seemed to have swollen over the past few days. Even after they were drained, her breasts sagged less, almost becoming firmer…more perky and pronounced. "Just tell me why you're excited."
Chloe chuckled with pure joy. "Because love, tonight we're finally going to our first official sorority party!"
"Will there be boys?" Sophia couldn't stomach the idea of spending too much time among a crowd of her Rachelle sisters, not without something to entertain them at least. She didn't even want to think about having to share the same space with all the seniors for more than a few seconds!
"Yes," Chloe sounded annoyed. "There will be boys, lots of them I'm sure."
"Yay!"