TITLE    : After the Plague Ch. 03
STORYID  : after-the-plague-ch-03
SUMMARY  : A student's perspective on pursuing Mr. Stark.
AUTHOR   : TiltingatWindmills@lit
DATE     : 2022-04-09
CATEGORY : non-consent-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |impregnation|breeding|femdom|exhibitionism|domination|student|teacher|dystopia|repopulation|


Jenna awoke in her bed to a gentle vibrating noise in the room.

She turned to her phone. Though not able to place calls or send messages, many students still used them as alarm clocks. The time showed 6:48, 12 minutes before her alarm would go off.

Jenna listened quietly for the source of the vibration and then made out the sound of her roommate moaning in the adjacent bed. Oops. Apparently Violet was having her morning special time.

Jenna stayed still and pretended to go back to sleep. Although Violet was clearly making an effort to be quiet, her breathing was labored and she ruffled the sheets conspicuously.

Jenna and Violet got along well. There had even been a couple moments of sexual tension, but nothing had happened since they met a week ago. Lesbian experimentation had been common in college before the plague, and now it was endemic. The norm.

Jenna did her best to ignore Violet, but with the suggestion of sex already raised she had a hard time diverting her imagination. Jenna ever so quietly slipped her hand under her own panties. She rubbed herself gently, warming up to her own touch.

At first she imagined crawling into the adjacent bed with Violet. How Violet would tense with surprise but relax as Jenna's hands moved over her naked thighs. She could whisper in her ear, "Let me help you" and slide her fingers into Olivia's wetness. She imagined going down on Violet, and then Violet reciprocating.

But despite having slept with a couple girls, it had never been her preference and her mind soon wandered to her professor, Mr. Stark. What he would look like with his face between her legs. She could picture him now: the breadth of his shoulders, the lines of his muscled forearm when he rolled up his sleeve. She imagined those hands around her waist as his tongue kissed her inner thigh.

Would she ever get a chance to be alone with him? Her seven-person tutorial was scheduled for next Tuesday. Surely it could happen then. If she was persistent enough to outwait all the other girls. If he took a liking to her? She had overheard a couple of Violet's more daring friends speak of sneaking onto his floor at night. Waiting outside his room. But he had security -- it didn't seem like a worthwhile risk.

Still, she imagined knocking on his door. He'd be in his bathrobe, but invite her in for tea just to talk. One thing would lead to another and soon he would be carrying her off to his bed. She imagined what it would be like to be with a man. So much bigger than herself. Not smooth, but coarse and hairy. To have the warm feeling of him in between her legs. Can a woman feel a man ejaculate inside her? She wasn't sure. Would she sense the warmth of his seed taking root? She pictured her belly swelling with his child, the jealousy on the eyes of other women. Even that thought brought warmth and tingling to her.

The alarm clock buzzed beside her.

After a moment the vibrator in the other bed turned off.

Looks like we're both going to start out day hot and bothered, Jenna thought to herself.

***

The girls shared a bathroom and took turns showering.

When Violet came out she was wearing high heels and a school girl uniform. She performed a curtsey in front of Jenna who stared with more than a little envy at Violet's oversized breasts spilling out of the top of the blouse.

"Haha, are you really going to wear that?" Jenna asked.

"Sure, why not. Have you seen how slutty some of the girls dress up? How else am I going to stand out."

Jenna reconsidered her outfit. Tight white jeans and a v-neck t-shirt. She had already gone through her best four dresses earlier in the week and didn't want to wear the same thing again. Plenty of girls still had all their clothes from the before times, but Jenna had carried her belongings from one run-down city to the next in a shopping cart during those early months. Back then she had felt pretty superficial taking five outfits with her at all.

"You're right. It looks cute. And it's different, you'll stand out for sure."

"Thanks!"

At the cafeteria Jenna and Olivia waited in line next to each other and collected their food cheerfully. The room was crowded, but a lot of the girls shared the sense that life was a little more normal here, and they savored the feeling.

A lone piece of torn cardboard on the door bore the single word "oatmeal": today's menu. The girls grabbed a bowl and were taking their serving trays toward a row of empty tables, when Violet stumbled in her heels and bumped into Jenna. Jenna managed to keep from falling, but her tray catapulted into her chest, covering her with warm goop.

"Oh my God, Jenna, I am so sorry!" There were no napkins so Violet used her fingers to try and help Jenna clean up.

"It's alright, it's alright, I guess I'll just hide myself in the back row." Jenna laughed. "I'm out of clean clothes" she added with a grimace.

"No way girl, this is my fault. It looks like you have vomit all over you. Come back to the dorm real quick and we'll get you changed into something of mine."

Back at the dorm Violet offered up a few outfits, but it was clear that they were all a little big on Jenna. Finally, Violet suggested, "Here, take my school uniform. It's the smallest outfit I own. I owe you anyway."

"But you look so good in it!" Jenna insisted.

"Well, I'll have to wait until next week. Just don't undo too many buttons, I don't want you to outshine me too much."

"Deal. And thank you Vi." Jenna beamed.

The girls hurried to the lecture hall. There wouldn't be time for breakfast, but that made them early enough to claim the last two spots in the front row.

As always, a group of girls mobbed Mr. Stark when he walked in. Jenna thought it was a little unbecoming, and if anything it seemed like a back-firing strategy. Although she sometimes caught him stealing glances at girls with more revealing outfits, Mr. Stark still looked more annoyed than anything.

Jenna did her best to follow the lecture, though she found herself dwelling on her morning fantasy of making love to Mr. Stark in his private room.

When they broke out into pairs to discuss a situational problem, the TA for that day came by and asked them if they needed help. Jenna didn't like her. Maddi - the blonde one. Whenever she was next to Mr. Stark she'd put her hand on his arm or his shoulder, and he didn't squirm like he did with the undergrads.

There were even rumors from a girl who had stayed late in a library study room - the girl had heard Maddi having sex with Mr. Stark through the wall of his office. Screaming his name. But Jenna was skeptical.

Class was almost over when Jenna heard a banging noise and looked up to see the police officer striding into the room towards Mr. Stark. There was still a lot of chatter and so Jenna could not make out the first words that they exchanged, but as the room fell silent it became clear that the officer was fuming.

Things suddenly escalated when the officer told Mr. Stark to remove his clothes. The woman had clearly gone crazy. Mr. Stark towered over her. She was muscular for a woman, sure, but she was only up to his shoulders.

Jenna waited for her professor to dismiss the officer and end the episode. But he did not. Instead he grimaced and began unbuttoning his top.

She watched in disbelief as his clothing fell to the floor. He looked better than she had expected. Even in nothing but his underwear he retained a pride that she found incredibly attractive.

"Okay, I need one of you girls as a volunteer." Jenna heard Tammy's voice as if in a dream.

She had no idea what was happening. She felt the urge to go up and protect Mr. Stark. To take him away from the situation. She raised her hand stoically.

She watched as the officer scanned over the front row until her angry eyes settled on Jenna. When the officer pointed at her, Jenna took a deep breath and walked forward.

"How old are you, girl?"

"I'm eighteen, miss." As Jenna said the words she tried catch Mr. Stark's eyes. But he was focused on arguing with the officer, an argument where he seemed to be losing.

It was only then that Jenna noticed the holster and the baton at her side. Maybe Mr. Stark had a right to be so cautious.

The officer looked back at Jenna. "Show us your tits, love."

Jenna's eyes grew large. She squirmed. What had she volunteered for?

Finally she was able to catch Mr. Stark's attention and she looked for his confirmation. He inclined his head ever so slightly as if to tell her to play along.

She gathered up her courage and began unbuttoning her blouse. When her shirt was fully open the officer told her to take off her bra. Reaching behind her she let it fall to the floor.

Mr. Stark was seeing her breasts, but not the way she had ever imagined.

She carefully tracked Mr. Stark's expression. He was looking at her face. His neck muscles tightened, and finally he broke eye contact to stare at her breasts. She wanted to cover herself up. But as he kept looking she drew solace from his stare. He wanted her. Mr. Stark wanted her.

The officer spoke again and Mr. Stark took a step closer. She said some words about women being in charge, and then beyond reason, told Jenna to smell Mr. Stark's face.

Jenna was confused. What on earth did that have to do with women being in charge? But did as she was asked.

Leaning in, she inhaled as if smelling a bouquet of flowers, but was taken aback by the truth. It was undeniable. It was the same scent she had on her own fingers after touching herself this morning. The scent of a woman's arousal.

Was it the TA? Mr. Stark had gone down on that blonde bimbo minutes before class?

"I said, what does his face smell like?" The officer interrupted Jenna's thought.

Jenna responded, too quietly for anyone but the three of them to hear. "It smells like vagina." She felt horrified. Betrayed even.

And then, as if interrogating a prisoner, the officer began questioning Mr. Stark. In front of the whole class, poor Mr. Stark admitted to basically being this woman's sex slave. To pleasuring her with his tongue. On his knees.

Jenna found it abhorrent. This whole time, she had seen him as untouchable. But he was just another pawn on this fire-scorched chess board, trying to do what it took to get through the day.

The officer spoke again, "Girl, put those nice tits of yours flat on this table."

Jenna looked behind her at the teacher's desk. She turned, realizing as she did that she had completely exposed herself to every student in the audience. But she would do what it took to help Mr. Stark. With her feet still barely touching the ground, she bent over the table. The wood felt cool on her nipples and she shivered.

Not looking behind her she heard a gasp go up from the audience and braced herself.

"Girl, are you ready?" the officer asked.

"Yes." Jenna managed, still waiting for Mr. Stark to take her.

She felt a hand pull her underwear to the side and then fingers entered her. The fingernails were long - not Mr. Stark. As she was penetrated Jenna grimaced at the noise she was making - she didn't have any idea that she had become so turned on.

Then she felt her panties being pulled down and she was fingered once again. Finally the officer stopped and after a long moment, spoke.

"I'm going to leave now," the officer said, "and you can do whatever you want to her."

Jenna waited. She listened to the officer's receding footsteps. The sound of the lecture hall door closing. And then nothing happened.

She was humiliated. She had been fingered by a police officer in front of her classmates. They had heard the sloppy noises, noises that were her pussy's way of begging Mr. Stark to fuck her. And it seemed that he would not even do that. She could not bring herself to stand up.

But then she heard Mr. Stark shuffle ever so slightly and something pressed against the opening of her vagina. She and her ex-girlfriend had played around with dildos and strap-ons. But it was nothing like this. Never anything nearly this big.

He entered her, but just barely. And once just barely inside, stopped.

Her insides screamed out for him to continue and just under her breath she spoke out, "Please Mr. Stark." She felt the hesitation in his body. "Please fuck me Mr. Stark."

That was enough. Inch by deliberate inch, she felt him plunge inside of her. She cried out violently, and he withdrew, but then entered again. The sounds of his grunting and her cries filled the otherwise silent hall. His thrusts gained momentum, and she silently wished for him to slow his pace but could not speak out.

She felt his hands grab onto her wrists, lifting her slightly from the table. Every student watched as tiny shock waves spread through her breasts each time he plowed into her. Again and again.

"It's too big, it's too big, it's too big." Jenna mumbled in a haze as spittle accumulated on her lips. She had never felt so full before.

He let go of her wrists and then he reached around to grab onto her breasts. One breast pressed against his forearm and the other he engulfed with his hand, mashing them against her chest. She felt an odd, repetitive sensation on her thighs, not realizing that it was his balls slapping against her.

His frenzied thrusting continued for maybe five or ten minutes. The initial pain of being penetrated faded and she felt that familiar crescendo build inside her. She let the waves of the climax pass over her and shouted Mr. Stark's name into the lecture hall.

Though she was now satisfied, he was not. Her inhibitions were gone and she looked over her shoulder to make eye contact with Mr. Stark. She had never seen such a hungry, lustful look on a partner before.

Then her eyes turned to the audience. Jenna now had what all of the girls had been trying so hard to achieve. She registered looks of shock, but she told herself she would not be embarrassed. She was no victim.

She heard Mr. Stark grunting behind her, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He growled. She felt him drive his cock to the very entrance of her womb, and then the repeated pulsing of his flesh sent new shivers down her legs.

As Mr. Starks ejaculated inside her, Jenna by chance locked eyes with the blonde TA, who wore a look of deep bitterness and resentment.

But Jenna only smiled.

