Chapter 280

With her cock fully lubed by Fe’s saliva, Zoey’s member slid easily against the other girl’s lower lips as she nuzzled her tip across the sheepgirl’s pussy, threatening entry. Arousal spiked in her veins as she readied herself to enter. There was always something amazing about the first time, and this whole event? A particularly special way to go about it. It was a dream in more ways than one.

“Stop teasing,” Fe groaned.

Ignoring her, Zoey took her time stroking up and down. The other girl tried to push her hips back and spear in herself, but she dodged by pulling back—Fe whined in complaint. Only when Zoey herself couldn’t stand the anticipation any more did she finally angle her cock and begin to sink luxuriously into her partner’s tight pussy, moving an agonizingly slow inch at a time. As much as she would’ve loved to shove in one eager thrust, she enjoyed the slowness more. Especially when Fe let out a long, keening moan as she was spread open, getting her first taste of Zoey’s weapon bit by bit.

“Tight,” Zoey murmured in pleasure, gripping the other girl’s waist as she urged her hips forward.

“N-not my fault,” she moaned. “You’re so big.”

Zoey slid in another inch, drinking in the sheepgirl’s groan of pleasure. Her eyes fluttered as Fe leaned forward with the movement, body pressing against the podium and smushing her breasts against the surface. She grabbed one of her horns and pulled her head back slightly, before finally indulging—she closed the last several inches with a hard jerk forward. Her hips slapped against the other girl’s cute butt, sending a ripple through her ass and bumping her against the podium.

Fe let out a high-pitched moan as Zoey’s lower half met her ass, her entire length cramming inside. She released her grip on Fe’s horn so that her hands could roam along the girl’s plush body, drinking in her curves and soft skin. She let out a long sigh of contentment. Her hips remained flush against Fe’s, dick sheathed all the way, sheepgirl’s cervix kissing the tip of her cock, for several long moments. A quiet, fluttering moan left Fe’s lips as Zoey pulled back and bumped into it again.

“Such a cute girl,” she murmured.

Her hips pulled back quickly, sliding out of the other girl just enough to almost pull free, then, angling her hips, she plunged back in. Fe moaned as Zoey worked into a rhythm. Her thighs slapped against the sheepgirl’s over and over, creating a steady clapping noise that filled the university hall—amplified by whatever magic had been projecting the professor’s voice. Visible ripples spread through Fe’s ass every time they met, a delightful image. Zoey groaned in pleasure as the tight, velvety tunnel dragged along her cock. She panted hard, working up a sweat as she started to pound away with every ounce of repressed anticipation she’d needed to suffer through thanks to this dream.

This dream—the presentation. Her skin tingled with heat at the reminder, at knowing they were being watched. It was intensely arousing, the many eyes on them. Even if this scenario was fake, she had an audience of people staring at her as she plowed into the other girl, and it was impossible for her brain to fully differentiate the false reality from a real one.

She alternated her gaze between where their bodies were meeting, Fe’s red, flustered face as she leaned against the podium, and their spectators. A mix of expressions met her in return. Excitement, interest, arousal.

Somewhere, these classmates and friends of Fe existed. Maybe she would bump into one eventually. Wouldn’t that be something? Her eyes met a brunette with curly hair who seemed to be taking particular interest in their ‘demonstration’, leaning out of her seat to get a better view—her shirt falling open to give Zoey a clear sight into her cleavage.

“H-Harder,” Fe moaned, snapping Zoey out of her reverie. “Fuck. I want it harder.”

The sound of the sheepgirl’s begging sent another shiver through her. “Oh?” she asked breathlessly. “Kind of lewd to ask that right in front of your classmates, don’t you think?”

“D-Don’t care anymore,” Fe whined. “Harder. Please.”

Zoey wasn’t one to turn a partner down. She sped up, thrusting deeper and harsher into the sheepgirl holding onto the podium to stay standing. Each stroke drove the air out of the other girl in an explosive gasp, but despite that, Fe was apparently insatiable—because she wanted more, and was vocal about asking for it. Zoey obliged, gripping both of the girl’s horns and pulling her off the podium so they were both standing, then started to really pummel into her, with Fe’s back curved as she held her there and pounded from behind