I woke up feeling light and incredibly refreshed.
Lately, since I've been dumping load after load into the onahole before bed, every morning has felt amazingly clear-headed.
With class at 10 a.m. today, I got up an hour earlier than usual, scarfed down a simple breakfast,
and sat at my computer to set up my webcam and materials.
This professor insists on cameras on during class—not just to catch anyone slacking off,
but because he says seeing students' faces makes lecturing more engaging. No exceptions.
Class started, and everyone turned on their cams. Being an early morning lecture, they all looked pretty rough.
Unwashed hair was par for the course, and plenty had half-closed eyes.
In one corner, a glowing screen stood out—it was, of course, Shin Ayoung's feed.
She looked like she hadn't washed up either: dazed expression, messy bangs, totally disheveled.
But her natural beauty was off the charts, so even like that, she was overwhelmingly gorgeous.
Her top was a casual white short-sleeve tee—morning comfort wear—but the camera couldn't hide those voluptuous breasts.
Most guys were probably staring at her cam, jerking off in their minds right now.
With tits that huge just plopped on the desk, who could blame them?
I spaced out staring at Shin Ayoung's cam, fantasizing away, and before I knew it, my dick was rock hard.
Morning wood probably helped—it felt even stiffer than usual.
Class is on, so no onahole... and hand's too slow...
The large onahole was out too risky—way too big, might get spotted.
Brainstorming sneaky ways to jerk off, I suddenly remembered the small onahole from the freebie.
Yeah... tucked in the corner of the desk... found it.
I subtly moved my arm out of cam view, pulling the lube and small onahole under the desk.
Squish...
I slathered lube on the entrance, pressed my dick against it, and thrust in one go.
Squelch!!
"Kyaaah!!"
The scream blasted from my speakers the instant I shoved in.
What the fuck? Did the cam catch me jerking? Am I screwed?
Glancing at the screen cautiously, the professor had paused class, calling out the screamer.
"Who was that scream? Shin Ayoung? What's going on?"
"Ah... n-nothing... sorry... a bug popped up in front of me..."
"Got it. Be more careful. Let's resume."
The students had jolted at the sudden scream but quickly refocused.
Except two.
Shin Ayoung was head down, one hand over her mouth, the other under the desk, shoulders trembling.
That scary? It wasn't even a cockroach flying around.
My dick had softened a bit from the scare, but staring at her tits brought it back to life.
The onahole gripped my swelling cock tight as I started moving slowly again.
"Hngh..."
Then a faint moan leaked from Shin Ayoung's cam—her hand still over her mouth.
I'd been laser-focused on her chest, but even that tiny sound registered instantly.
It felt just like fucking her for real—amped up the excitement.
Ten minutes later.
Shin Ayoung's shoulders still quivered faintly; she was biting her lip to stifle escaping noises.
By now, even I was sensing something off.
Her reactions synced weirdly with my thrusts—perfect timing from the start.
Thrust in: she flinched, shoulders shaking.
Pull out: head tilts forward slightly, insides clenching tight, over and over.
No way... an onahole actually linked to a real pussy?
It started as a joke thought, but the suspicious clues piled up, suspicions snowballing.
To test, I maxed her cam window, lubed my finger, and rubbed her clit.
"Hik!"
A small moan burst out; her body shuddered visibly.
Holy shit... this is real? Directly connected to Shin Ayoung's pussy?
Imagination turning real sent chills down my spine—I couldn't believe it.
On screen, she'd muted her mic and slumped over the desk.
Knowing this pussy was hers made climax rush in fast.
I sped up, blasting deep inside.
Spurt... spluuurt...
She convulsed too, vaginal walls scraping my whole shaft wildly.
Glancing under the desk: juices trickled from the hole; clit peeked out, swollen red.
Remembering her strong reaction earlier, I brought my finger close.
Like I'd seen online, spread around the clit, then stroked gently bottom to top.
Twitch twitch!
Each touch made the pussy tense and flutter—adorable.
"Alright, ten-minute break. We'll resume after. I see some dozing—splash water on your faces and wake up."
Too engrossed, I hadn't noticed the first hour ending.
Damn, just getting good and it fizzles out.
Break time: most students, Shin Ayoung included, turned off cams to rest.
Watching reactions live was the fun part; now the mood was killed.
If I didn't clean up, I'd be sticky the next hour, so I pulled out, rinsed my dick in the bathroom, and returned.
The onahole was linked to her pussy anyway—she'll handle washing it, I figured.
Checking later: it was spotless, warm with moisture.
Confirmed.
Whatever the mechanism, this onahole was synced to Shin Ayoung's pussy.
The next session dragged—too busy pondering what the hell happened.
Class over, I rushed to the site where I bought it.
Product gone. Inquiry: they'd never sold or listed it.
Fishy, but fearing side effects, I decided to observe for now.
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Yesterday, I thought I was gonna die.
On the way home, I nearly pissed myself from the chest pressure.
Then in the bathroom to wash up—bam, it went berserk, pounding so hard my legs gave out,
and I squirted urine and all sorts of fluids on the floor.
That non-pee water feeling... squirting, right?
First time experiencing that insane pleasure—I came over and over, blacked out briefly at the end.
Felt amazing, honestly, but terrifying not knowing why or who.
Couldn't consult anyone; they'd call me crazy or say it was a dream.
Not even my boyfriend or family knew.
Regained senses in the bathroom, crashed into bed, out cold.
Alarm at 9:20 for 10 a.m. class woke me.
Dehydrated from yesterday? Throat parched, body limp like exhaustion.
"Ugh... thirsty... water..."
Cracked voice barely escaped.
Stumbled to fridge, chugged water, sat thinking.
How long will this go on? No warning, no schedule...
"Haa... whatever... prep for class."
No data yet for clues or patterns, so I sighed and booted the PC.
Remembered: cam class.
No makeup, no face wash—too lazy, just joined.
"This is ~~~ so plug into the ~~~ formula~~~@#$@#$$%$."
Haa... what even...
"Kyaaah!"
Shit!
Too late to cover mouth—everyone heard.
Fucking say something before diving in... scared me.
Quick apology to prof.
No warning—just sticky stuff inside, then a clear dick slid in.
Even after yesterday, that size didn't adapt.
Class on, stifling moans as best I could, but faint leaks escaped.
"Hngh..."
Class time... everyone's watching... stop...
Adjusting somewhat, zoned out—then clit attack.
Overwhelming pleasure; couldn't hold voice, muted mic fast.
Surrendered to the waves.
"Haang... right there..♡ Don't just rub the clit.."
"Ahngh...♡ Cumming... cummingcumming... cuuummiiing♡"
Cam still on, so upper body slumped pretending normal,
but under desk, pussy squirted wildly, shaking on its own.
Yesterday's squirting made it easy this time.
Warm hit against walls—ejaculation.
"Ahng...♡ Hngh.... ugh.. nng... again... inside..."
During afterglow, clit spread wide sensation.
Legs up on chair from slumped position—clit exposed, twitching up-down solo.
Gentle bottom-to-top stroke: hips bucked wildly.
Post-orgasm, hypersensitive.
"I... just came..♡ Rub like that and... I'll cum again... cuuummiiing♡"
"Haaangh♡♡ Hngh... nnngh..."
Mind blank from pleasure—prof announced break, killed cam, bolted to bathroom.
"Haa... haa... gotta get the cum out quick..."
Shhh...
Shower on, squatting wide, hips forward.
Squelch squelch squelch...
"Ahng... pussy feels even more sensitive..."
Cleaning thoroughly while feeling it, then zoned through the rest of class.