I consider what I must look like to him Afterall, the way I look is intentional. Like I did it for some sort of sexual thrill. If I had been robbed, I would have been screaming for help or at the very least, tied better than this. No. The way I look is very self-intentional which I know was done on purpose. No wonder they haven’t asked if I needed help.
There’s yet another reason I don’t say anything, especially the truth. And that’s because of Jenny, the classmate that’s with him. This reason is not a good one, which I feel ashamed to admit it. Jenny is extremely ambitious. I don’t know her too well, but out of everyone in our major, she studies the hardest and makes a point of showing how much she knows. She does this because she wants it all, to be head of the class, to be the smartest and to be the most famous. I know if I share about The Pond, she’ll steal it for herself.
“I must admit, this must look very strange,” I begin, still trying to sound calm and collected. The way I act is as if I’m not naked nor feel my bare boobs jiggling with each tiny movement. In a way, I consider that maybe I could lie and say this is some sort of science experiment.
I find that I can no longer look at the professor in the eyes any longer, at least not like this. I’m no longer able to look at him after his eyes dart to look my naked body up and down, but not in a sexual way, in a judgmental way. If I’m honest, I think I would prefer him look at me in a sexual manner as it wouldn’t make me feel so embarrassed. Hell, I think him whipping out his manhood would make me feel better than looking at me in that judging manner.
It’s now I realize that I’m still squirming. That I’ve been doing it the entire time they have been here. No wonder they keep looking at me in a judging way. As humiliating as it is, it’s my breasts that make me realize I’m squirming. Feeling my rather large breasts sway and swing is a very new feeling and one that’s hard to ignore.
Looking down, I see my cell has been nonstop ringing, only it’s been switched to vibrate/silent, so Jenny and the professor don’t hear it. My mind was focused on the pair of them, but my poor clit has been toyed with the entire time by the damn branch. Now that I notice it, I can feel how sensitive and raw it is at the moment, like it’s worn down all my defenses.
For a fraction of a second, terror rushes over me. Terror of extreme embarrassment…for I think I’m about to orgasm. The warm tingles that I normally feel, along with the rubbery legs that I get right before are starting. Even my body has started to tremble which is something that always happens to me when it happens as well. I think I’m about to orgasm like this.
Oh no. No. Please. Of all things, don’t let me orgasm here. Don’t let me orgasm in front of them. Not like this. Please.
“I was….I was…” I start but I swear the rubbing on my clit gets more intense right at this moment. I want to look down and see what is happening, but don’t want to bring any more attention to myself. If I look down, they might think I’m trying to direct them to look at my womanhood. Worse, they may see the branch and think I’m an even bigger sex freak than what they think right now.
“R-R-Robbed,” I stammer out, with the word being the only one I can think of. My body begins to get very warm now. Like my internal temperature’s gauge was been set to a very high setting. It’s so warm that I feel my face flush. It serves to make the tingling and pleasurable feelings amp up as my orgasm builds.
“By-by-by-by….sticks, I mean s-s-s-stacks, snakes…I mean….I mean…sneaky Leprechauns,” I say, barely even able to think as I fight the orgasm that is coming. Random words seem to pop into my mouth and I say them, not even sure of their meaning.
It’s clear by their looks that they know I’m distracted and that something is going on. They both wear the look of confusion during an uncomfortable situation. They share a few glances to each other as if the other will explain what is going on, with the professor thinking it must be a woman thing while Jenny thinks the professor must have seen something like this before.
“You were robbed by leprechauns?” Jenny asks in a manner that suggests she maybe didn’t hear me correctly. The professor looks at her briefly, sharing in her confusion. It’s only when she asks this I see just how stupid what I said was.
“No, of course nooooooooooooooooooot,” I begin but end with a powerful moan as the orgasm is about to erupt. I shut my mouth to stop the moan, but can’t help as another moan comes out. At this one, my face flushes very hard as I’m so incredibly embarrassed and aroused.
“It was a girl…dressed as one,” I lie as I try to keep myself together. My squirming has gotten so bad that it must look like I’m doing some sort of dance. And as I do it, I feel my new increased breasts bounce about, making me feel even more sexual. The powerful arousal I feel seems increase as I consider that I must look like some sort of stripper like this. That I’ve turned myself into a sexual object to view.
“Oh. Ok,” Jenny responds, clearly not believing me. There is a great deal of confusion in her voice and it’s clear neither of them know what to do or say. For the time has past that they could just walk away without it being weird.
“Ummm, Emily. Don’t take this the wrong way, but, are you ok?” Jenny asks. To her question I try to give a reassuring smile, but my smile suddenly becomes too wide as a spasm of pleasure strikes at that moment, sending me into a moment of bliss. When that moment of pure bliss hits, my smile is as wide as it can be while my eyes roll, making me look, well, weird.
“Oh, y-y-yes…but….would you mind….would you mind,” I answer, trying to ask if they can help me. The time for any sort of dignity has passed. I need help. If they don’t help me, then I really will orgasm in front of them like some sort of slut.
I just need them to free me. To help me get out of this. Or at the very least, stop the rubbing of my sex. That would be a great help.
It then happens…I cum. Despite my best efforts to stop it, it still happens. The orgasm hits and moves all over me, much like a bathtub overfilling. And this is no normal orgasm either. This one feels 50 times more intense. I’m not sure if it is due to some sort of magic, or from the embarrassment, or from people watching, but it is intense from the very start.
“FUCK ME,” I cry out as a curse as my orgasm sends the forceful waves of pleasure over me. I toss my head back, unknowingly shoving my tits forward towards them. My body spasms hard with each wave, making me bounce my breasts for them to see as my body reacts against my will. As I feel the large orbs bounce up and down, I can feel their eyes on them, looking directly at my hard nipples like a band director’s baton.
I can’t help but to moan and scream my moan. When I am not moaning like a slut for the world to hear, I’m cursing out the words “Fuck me” as I can’t believe this is happening. That this impossible situation is happening to me of all people. That I’m cursing not just The Pond and Loki, but the world for letting this happen to me.