After the Plague Ch. 04

by TiltingatWindmills

story tags: breeding, impregnation, college, domination, forced,
forced_orgasm, handcuffs

https://www.literotica.com/s/after-the-plague-ch-04-1


John sat alone in his room Friday night, staring at his timecard. Tammy
was livid with him for not having the girl, whose name turned out to be
Jenna, add her signature. So she had left him in his room that evening
and, asking around, found Jenna to have her sign it. To John's
everlasting shame.

Now every undergrad would know about the timecard. And Jenna herself
would have seen each of the TA's names on previous days.

The next day Tammy brought girls from the hotel to his dorm, but he
refused to open the door. He allowed her to supervise his injection and
assured her that he would make up for the lost numbers the following
day. But he would not be bullied like this without demonstrating some
measure of self-respect. Saturday's timeslot would remain blank and if
the Agency wanted to ask him about it they could find out for
themselves.

Holed up in his study, with a chair under the doorknob, he focused on
his work and managed to plan an entire week's worth of lessons and two
new assignments.

Even still, he could not shake the previous day's events. He remembered
groping Jenna's breasts from behind. The feel of her ass on his skin.
The sight of her pouty pink lips when she had looked over her shoulder
to watch him pounding her from behind.

His erection throbbed beneath his desk and it was all he could do to
not bring himself to orgasm alone in his room. He even contemplated
giving up, and asking Tammy to fetch one of the grad students, so great
was his desperation.

At night he tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep. After the
incident in front of the class he had brought Jenna back to his office
and tried to console her. She claimed that she didn't need consolation,
but his head was spinning and he found it hard to believe. Later, he
had found her on his class list -- she would be in tutorial on Tuesday.
He wanted to check in on her and planned to have her stay afterwards.

The experience they shared had bonded him to her and he wanted to offer
guidance and comfort. But even as he thought about it, he pictured her,
alone in his office. After having her once, it would be difficult to
stop himself again.

"Please fuck me, Mr. Stark."

The words echoed in his mind as he drifted off to sleep.

When he awoke it was to a pinching in his left wrist. Confused and
muddled, he went to check with his other hand for what was causing the
pain but found both arms restrained. His wrists had the feel of cold
metal on them and he heard whispers and movement in his bed.

He panicked and thrashed his legs about. One was already secured to the
corner bedpost, and striking out with the other he tried to make
contact with whoever was trying to secure him to the bed. But he felt
multiple hands and arms grapple with his ankle, and a body straddled
his hips.

"Slip that rope over his foot, hurry." A female voice spoke out of the
dark.

"Let me go you bitch!" John angrily shouted at the whoever was on top
of him.

She did not respond but he did feel a tightening on his ankle and
although the hands withdrew, his thrashing was slowly reduced as a
force stronger than his one leg pulled him taught, spread-eagle on the
bed.

"Mr. Stark, we don't want to gag you, but this would go a lot smoother
if you cooperated." This time a voice from the dark beside his bed
spoke. The voice was young - one of his students?

A light suddenly illuminated the room - his bedside lamp - and he
squinted as his eyes adjusted.

Three girls were there. He recognized them from his class. All first
years.

"Violet?" He said looking at the one straddling his hips.

"You know my name?!" Violet grinned.

"Good Lord Violet, now is not the time!" Voiced a second girl from the
corner of his bed.

"Just get going and put the gag in his mouth!" Ordered a third.

John ignored them and tried to focus on Violet. "Violet, I don't know
what you think you're doing but you're going to be in huge trouble.
Just untie me and we can forget about this, okay?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Stark. We all promised each other to stick with the plan
no matter what," Violet replied reaching beside her for a ball of
fabric and duct tape.

"Shit, no, no," John began to panic slightly as it became clear what
was coming. "Tammy, Tammy get in here." He shouted out to his security
officer before the ball of fabric passed by his lips and Violet sealed
them shut with the duct tape.

"I don't think she's going to do you any good, Mr. Stark." One of the
girls said.

The other turned to Violet, "Were those fresh panties?"

Violet nodded,/no/. "They're the ones I wore today before coming here.
I thought it was kind of hot. Even while he's fucking you, he's going
to be tasting me." She stuck her tongue out as she said.

"Ha ha, no fair!"

"So kinky!"

John mumbled some form of protest beneath his gag.

When it became apparent that he wasn't going anywhere, John took stock
of his situation. His ankles were strapped down by rope, there might be
a way to get out of them depending on the knot. But his wrists were
handcuffed to the bed and were already sore from thrashing. He was
going to have to wait this out.

Violet was on her knees on top of him. She was in shorts and a baggy
punk-rock t-shirt. Her long, black hair was wet and her dark lipstick
contrasted with her pale skin. He could see her nipples poking out of
her shirt which was still damp from some recent shower. She wore no
bra.

The girl to Violet's right was Steph. He was pretty sure that was her
name. Short brown hair, bob haircut. Quite thin.

And on the left was a girl whose name he could not remember. She looked
Hispanic. His only memory of her was from a couple days ago, when she
had walked into class wearing jean shorts and a halter top and he had
scolded himself for undressing her in his mind.

In a short time he would no longer need his imagination to fill in the
blanks.

"Mr. Stark. You can relax." Violet spoke. "You're going to be fine.
More than fine. From what we understand, you're trying to be a knight
in shining armor to us first year students. But actually, we don't need
your protection. You need ours. If girls aren't getting pregnant, the
agency is going to cut your class or put you in even more trouble. So
really, we're just here to help."

Violet paused but of course John was unable to respond.

The third girl spoke, "I know what you're thinking, we could just lie
and add our signatures to help you out, right?"

So clearly Jenna had told at least these girls about the timecard, John
thought.

The girl continued, "But we actually thought of that and mentioned it
to your TA, Tina. She said that a nurse comes in and does a random
check once a week. They actually did a cavity test on her for semen.
Pretty crazy right? So that's why we're here."

Steph nodded, "We know that if we asked you or made a move that you'd
say no. So we made an agreement. If you don't get an erection on your
own, then we walk out of the room. But if you do, then we'll help you
out and sign your card."

At the implication of being exposed, John became suddenly
self-conscious. He was only in his underwear, currently shielded from
view as Violet squatted on top of him. But that wouldn't last long.
Violet moved backward to make space and pulled down his boxers. He was
still limp, but even so, Violet bit her lip as she examined him.
Carefully she reached out and lifted up his penis.

"No touching, Vi, we agreed that's not fair to Mr. Stark."

"Okay, okay. But I think he deserves a bit of a show to help him out.
How about you go first Rose?" Violet turned to the Hispanic girl.

Rose did not hesitate. She reached down and pulled her tank top over
her head, revealing a black strapless bra, struggling to support her
weighty breasts. Her gaze darted back and forth between John's eyes and
his cock, which indeed began to stir.

Not wanting Rose to take all of the credit, Steph spoke, "I hope you
like what you see, Mr. Stark." And she teasingly pulled her t-shirt
over her head. Steph was wearing a pink, frilly push up bra. She had a
butterfly tattoo below her left clavicle. She traced her finger down
from the front of her bra to the tops of her pajama bottoms and tugged
ever so slightly at the elastic waistband with a giggle.

John considered closing his eyes and staring at the ceiling. He should
fight back any way he could. But Saturday had been the first day that
he had not had sex in well over a year. He was helpless against his own
urges.

Finally, Violet moved. With crossed arms, she shimmied her tight
t-shirt up. Just as it revealed the underside of her breasts she
stopped, and reading the momentary disappointment on his face, she
smiled and then continued. The soft cotton pulled away to reveal
herself to him. John drank in the sight of her ski slope nipples, the
goosebumps on her chest, and the faint blue veins running under her
pale white skin. He wished his mouth was free.

Violet seemed to read his mind. "Maybe if you behave, I'll take my
panties out of your mouth later and you can suck on these. Would you
like that?"

John refused to nod.

"Well, he seems to like it." And she gestured at John's erection, which
was now reaching its zenith.

"I think we've probably got our answer." Rose said from the corner of
the bed and drifted closer.

"But we agreed ... I get to play with it first." Steph asserted herself
quickly.

"Only because you've never touched one before." Violet teased.

"Not my fault I wasn't the school yard slut." Steph rejoined.

Violet faked outrage but sidled over to make room for Steph.

Steph leaned in slowly, like she was inspecting a strange laboratory
specimen. She gingerly poked the head of John's penis, watching it
bobble in response. Then she dragged her index finger down to his balls
and back up the underside of his shaft. Playfully she pressed her
fingertip against the opening of his penis and then smelled her finger.

"You're such a weirdo Steph." Violet rolled her eyes.

"Hey, I lost the draw and have to go second, so we all agreed I could
have as long as I want warming him up."

"Yeah, but I can still call you a weirdo."

Steph ignored Violet and continued to play with John's captive body.
She took a moment to run her hands up his thighs and over his chest.
Leaning in she kissed him on his abs and then returned to his groin.

Ever so gently she picked up his balls and cupped them like she was
holding fragile eggs taken from a nest. John shivered visibly. With a
smile Steph turned her attention back to his penis. Holding the tip
between her finger and thumb she slowly bent his member away from his
abdomen towards his legs and then released it suddenly, watching as it
sprang back into form and slapped his stomach.

With a giggle she said, "Do you think he might ejaculate if I keep
going?"

"Not with what you're doing." Rose deadpanned.

"Girl, did you see how long he fucked Jenna. And how hard? It's gonna
take a lot more than that to make this man cum." Violet said.

"I know the point is for him to cum inside us but," Steph paused. "I do
sort of want to see what it looks like when it comes out. Is it like a
water fountain?"

"More like a pump." Said Violet.

"It spurts" added Rose.

"I didn't expect it to be so veiny. And purple. This isn't hurting
him?" Asked Steph as she again repositioned his penis with her hand.

"Hell no. This is probably the happiest dick on the planet." Violet
said.

"You're teasing the poor man." Rose admonished. "Right now he's wishing
you would just stop playing around and stick it in your mouth already."

Steph nodded and licked her lips a little. She bent down so that her
mouth was inches from his tip and then withdrew.

"Is there a wrong way to do this?" Steph asked.

Violet sighed impatiently. "Think of it this way. His dick was made to
feel good going into a vagina. Warm, wet, with lots of pressure. So you
want to make your mouth like that. Pressure from your tongue, but no
teeth."

Steph nodded again and leaned in. She started by tentatively licking
the tip, and when she found that was alright, slowly let his cock enter
her mouth.

Despite his best efforts, John groaned.

"Hahaha, good job Steph! He's liking it. Keep going!" Violet urged her
on.

Steph tucked her hair behind her ears and tried again. In and out.

"I don't understand how it can be so hard and so soft at the same
time," she mused.

"You like it?" Rose asked.

"God yes." Steph confirmed. "My panties are so wet right now."

"You can touch yourself while you blow him." Rose suggested. "I used to
do that back in the day. I bet Mr. Stark will like it."

"I bet he'd like it if you took off your bra off too." Violet noted as
the only one completely topless.

Steph looked at Rose and shrugged. Turning back to John, Steph reached
behind her back to undo her bra. John's cock bounced in response and he
marveled at her smooth stomach and perky breasts. She then returned to
sucking his dick, experimenting with her tongue and lips and exploring
his body with her hands. When she finally withdrew her mouth a minute
later she watched as a single drop of precum gathered on the tip of his
cock.

"Oh my God, did I make him cum? I thought there'd be more."

Violet laughed. "No that's just precum. See how it's clear? The real
stuff will be thicker and white. You'd know when it happens too -- it's
quite a show."

"Didn't you see it dripping out of Jenna when he finished?" Rose added.

"No," Steph sighed. "I was in the last row."

"I rushed back to my room and came three times touching myself after
that," Rose said hungrily as she watched Jenna return to suck on John's
hardness.

"I orgasmed before even Jenna did," Violet one-upped her.

"No way you had your hands in your pants that whole time." Rose
countered.

"I didn't, but I saw plenty of others who did." Violet began
clarifying, "No, my clit is super sensitive, and I teased myself with a
vibrator that morning but Jenna interrupted me before I could finish.
Then I watched Mr. Stark fucking her and all I had to do was squeeze my
thighs together a few times."

"Fuck that's kind of hot." Rose said as she watched Steph working.
"Okay I think that's long enough Steph, I want my turn." Rose was
getting a little too bothered without any satisfaction in sight.

At the prospect of giving up control, Steph had a new idea, "Why don't
you join me -- there's plenty of room."

Rose shrugged and moved up next to her, crowding Violet out. Together
the two girls played with John's body. Alternating between hands and
tongues, stroking and kissing while he shuddered and squirmed beneath
them on the bed. Rose gently fit an entire testicle in her mouth and
pumped stroked the base of his shaft while Steph licked his tip
playfully.

"Spit on it Steph. Guys like it real messy," Rose instructed.

Steph complied and Rose spread her saliva evenly over John's throbbing
rod as she returned to licking his balls.

Eventually Rose spoke again.

"Okay, I can't take it anymore. I need him inside me." She didn't wait
for agreement and instead stood shakily on the bed and pulled her
shorts and underwear down in one motion. Then she positioned herself
over John. Violet reached out and steadied the base of John's cock with
her hand so Rose could focus on lowering herself onto him.

There was a sharp intake of breath from Rose and then a long sigh as
she allowed his cock to fill the space that needed him so badly.

"Oh fuck guys he's so big. He feels so good."

Violet moved behind her and undid her strapless bra.

Rose leaned down so her pendulous breasts dangled in front of John's
face, tauntingly close, as she fucked him.

"God I hope you like my pussy Mr. Stark cause it sure likes you" Rose
sat back up and rode him hard. Her breasts swaying too and fro as she
did.

Violet, still behind her moved her mouth by Rose's ear and licked it.

"Oh fuck that's nice." Rose sighed.

"Here, let me help you." And Violet reached in and grabbed each of
Rose's breasts, groping them roughly since Mr. Stark's hands were
unavailable.

"Honey you are so sexy right now," Violet egged her on. "He is gonna
blow his load so deep inside of you. He couldn't hold it back if he
tried."

"Yeah, do you like this Mr. Stark? Do you like being tied up and fucked
by three of your students?" Rose tormented him.

Violet's wandering hands shifted below Rose's breasts, over her flat
tummy, and down to the space between her legs.

"Oh God yes." Rose moaned when Violet found her clit.

Steph looked on, unsure of what to do with herself as Rose fucked Mr.
Stark and Violet played with Rose's clit.

For his part, John, was now closing his eyes, doing his best to repress
the swelling sensation in his groin. There was too much stimulation. At
another time he might have tried to put his mind off of sex altogether,
but the smell of it was thick in the air. He could taste Violet's pussy
on the panties wadded into his mouth. The image of the three girls -
their soft skin, their smooth bodies - was burned onto his inner eyes.
There was no mental space to escape to that was not occupied by his
lust.

Rose's tight pussy gripped his dick and though he wanted not to cum,
though he wanted to fight back and control himself, the burning in his
shaft and the pressure in his balls could not be ignored.

"Don't hold back Mr. Stark, she wants this." Violet encouraged him.

"You're going to cum inside me, Mr. Stark. I can see it. You can't last
forever. You're going to cum and fill my belly with your baby." Rose
taunted him. "Do it Mr. Stark. Cum in my pussy."

At this, John gave up. His body, which had writhed and turned up until
this point began flailing as he thrust his hips into her. He cried out
through the gag.

"Oh my God he's coming, he's coming." Rose moaned.

Violet's hand moved rapidly over Rose's clit, pushing her to climax.

"Yes, yes, give me your baby Mr. Stark! Fuck!"

As Rose came John felt her pussy clamp down on his cock, squeezing one
final contraction out of him. Then she slumped forward, her breasts
pressed against his chest, and her warm hair obscuring his vision.

After a long moment she gathered herself and spoke into his ear,
"Thanks Mr. Stark. I hope we can do that again sometime." She kissed
him on the forehead. "I'll see you on Monday."

When she pulled out of him his half hard cock fell with a slap on his
thigh, where a last strand of semen oozed out onto his leg.

Rose grabbed her clothes, strewn about the bed, and left Violet and
Steph alone to have their way with him.

Story Tags: breeding; impregnation; college; domination; forced;
forced%20orgasm; handcuffs

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