Chapter 1: Chapter 1

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<html><head></head><body>"Oh my god... this is too much..." The girl kneeling on the dorm bed let out a sound close to a sob. Her delicate body arched forward, hands clutching the sheets as she froze in place. I held her tightly until she collapsed onto the mattress like melted jelly... I'm a freshman. Yesterday, after military training ended, my girlfriend who'd been pent up for weeks couldn't wait to drag me into the girls' dorm. With help from her and her roommate, I dodged the dorm matron's inspection and stayed overnight. "Big Stallion, I want you..." Right after lights out, she grabbed my hand and shoved it under her nightgown, kissing me aggressively. I squeezed her petite bottom. "They're still awake." "Don't think I don't know..." She writhed against me like a water snake, wrapping a slender leg around my waist. "You always make me scream on purpose... so they can hear you... fucking me..." She whispered the last two words against my ear. "You little slut! That desperate for it?" Feeling her slick tongue, my own excitement grew. I yanked off her nightgown, pinned her hands above her head with one arm, and pressed her down. "Yes... I'm your slut... don't you love me like this?" She rocked her hips, teasing me further. "Am I being slutty enough tonight? Hmm?" "Slutty? You're the sluttiest!" Finally losing control, I flipped her onto her stomach, gripped her slender waist, and mounted her. That's when I noticed Sophia across the room stirring. Was she watching? I glanced sideways and saw clearly: Sophia's chest heaved with rapid breaths, lips parted, cheeks flushed. Her glazed eyes tracked my movements while her hand slipped into her pajama bottoms, fingers moving subtly. Our eyes met. Shock first, then intense thrill. Sophia seemed so innocent, yet turned out to be a Ms. Jekyll and Hyde. Watching us while touching herself. I didn't care if my girlfriend noticed Sophia spying. I spread her legs wider and drove into her like a wild stallion, repeating brutal thrusts. "Ah... I can't... have mercy..." Until her cries turned tearful and she melted into the bed. Early next morning, the dorm matron dragged me out of bed. By the time I got out of the Dean's office after the lecture, lunch break was over. Having held my urine all day, my bladder felt ready to burst. I rushed toward the Administration Building restroom. But at the men's room entrance, a sign stood on the floor: "Under Maintenance. Sorry for inconvenience." I checked the empty hallway. No choice—had to use the women's restroom. I never expected to find a petite girl just finishing urination in the far stall, pants around her knees, head bowed while pulling up her panties. It was Sophia. She froze in shock like me, forgetting to pull up her underwear for a solid ten seconds. "Click-clack." Hurried footsteps echoed outside. </body></html>