Continuation – The College Students & Interns
The orgy had become a living tide.
Bodies moved in endless circuits across the joined mattresses and the floor beyond. Milk ran in
thin white rivers. Nectar soaked everything until the sheets squelched under knees and backs.
Cum was shared mouth-to-mouth, licked out of used holes, fucked straight back into the next
waiting cunt or arse. The original triad—me, Sophie, and Mandy—remained the wet, beating
centre while the expanded collective (officers, criminals, social workers, sisterhood women,
football lads, teaching assistants, mums) rotated around us in one continuous, moaning organism.
The hunger wanted younger, fresher vectors.
Rachel and Amira (the converted social workers) were the ones who opened the next door.
Rachel’s internal monologue
*The edge-of-society clients were only the start. The colleges and the internship programmes are
full of twenty-year-olds who still think sex is something that happens carefully, awkwardly, with the
lights half-off. Inexperienced. Soft. Perfect. One “professional development and wellbeing
intensive” framed as networking for interns and students… and we bring an entire cohort into the
nest at once. They’ll walk in nervous and leave as recruiters for every flatshare, every seminar
group, every office kitchen.*
Amira, still riding Callum’s cock while she typed one-handed, sent the messages.
Within the hour the first group arrived.
The New Arrivals – Age ~20, All Inexperienced
Twelve of them in total, mixed sexes, all around twenty, all still carrying the half-formed
awkwardness of people who had only ever had clumsy, half-clothed encounters or none at all.
The women / femmes:
loud.
fingered.
mattered.
The men / mascs:
nights.
measure.
led.
Non-binary / fluid:
kissed and been touched but never gone further.
making-out.
They arrived in two minibus loads under the pretext of a “Cross-Sector Wellbeing & Professional
Boundaries Intensive for Students & Interns” organised by Rachel and Amira’s “outreach.” Tote
bags. Lanyards. Reusable water bottles. Nervous laughter.
The staged lobby looked almost professional.
The scent hit them like a drug the moment the doors closed.
Lila’s internal monologue
*Why does it smell like that? It’s making my stomach flip and my knickers feel too tight. I came for
CPD hours. Instead my nipples are so hard they hurt and I keep staring at the way Amira’s robe is
damp at the front. Something is wrong. Something is really wrong… and I think I want it.*
Jordan’s internal monologue
*I’ve never even seen a woman fully naked in real life. The air in here is thick and sweet and my
cock is already straining against my jeans. I should leave. I can’t move.*
Ash’s internal monologue
*This doesn’t feel like a workshop. It feels like walking into a living body. I’m scared. I’m also
wetter than I’ve ever been in my life.*
Rachel and Amira greeted them barefoot, robes open, milk already beading and running down
their stomachs. Claire, Nia, Chloe, Sophie and Mandy drifted in naked behind them, the full nest
scent no longer restrained.
“Welcome,” Amira said softly. “Tonight we drop every boundary that never served you. Tonight
you learn what your bodies are actually for.”
The first “trust exercise” was shared breathing.
The second was progressive touch.
The third introduced the milk—still warm, thick, sweet—as “embodied nourishment.”
The first swallows rewrote them.
By the time the robes came off and the experienced converts closed in, the students and interns
were already glassy-eyed, cunts dripping, cocks painfully hard, minds half-gone.
The moment of realisation came far too late.
The Inexperienced Are Taken
I moved into the expanding circle as the last polite language died.
Lila was the first fully claimed. Claire kissed her—poured a full mouthful of milk and nectar straight
into the nursing student—while Sophie stripped her. Lila’s soft, almost untouched cunt was
already shiny. I pushed her onto her back, spread her thighs, and sank into her in one long,
careful-but-relentless thrust. She was tight—genuinely inexperienced-tight—walls fluttering and
gripping as she cried out into Claire’s cunt when Claire sat on her face.
Lila’s internal monologue
*He’s inside me. A real cock is inside me for the first time and it’s so thick it’s stretching me open
and Claire’s cunt is on my mouth and the milk is rewriting every careful boundary I ever learned in
class. It hurts in the best way. I can feel myself changing. I’m going to come on a stranger’s cock
while a policewoman rides my face and then I’m going to bring every student nurse I know.*
Ivy (media intern, only ever fingered) was taken by Mandy and Ryan at the same time—Mandy’s
cunt on her face, Ryan pushing slowly into her virgin-tight arse while I later took her cunt, double-
filling the inexperienced girl until she sobbed and came and begged for more milk. Samira was
gently but thoroughly opened by Ellie and Lisa scissoring her while Helen fed her milk and Mark
fucked her slow and deep. Tilly the art intern ended up on all fours between Kira and Tasha,
learning what it felt like to have two women use her mouth and cunt while a football lad (Callum)
took her from behind. Grace the virgin education intern was saved for the triad: Sophie and
Mandy held her open, fed her milk from both breasts, and watched me take her virginity in long,
deep strokes while she shook and came and locked in hard.
The young men were handled with the same relentless care.
Noah was stripped and pushed onto his back. Nia sat on his face; Chloe guided his inexperienced
cock into her cunt and rode him while Shaw fed him milk. He came far too fast the first time—
flooding Chloe—then stayed hard as the change took hold. Eli was bent over and slowly opened
by me while Sophie cleaned him with her throat and Mandy sat on his face. Jordan the virgin was
the most dramatic: completely untouched, shaking, cock leaking continuously. We took him
gently at first—multiple mouths, milk poured directly onto his tongue—then I pushed into his arse
while two of the new sisterhood women took turns on his cock and face until he came untouched
and the rewrite finished. Mateo and Ben were passed between the mums and the converted
teaching assistants—cocks sucked, guided into wet cunts, milk forced past their lips until their
polite apologies turned into continuous moans.
Ash and Ryn (the non-binary pair) were absorbed into the centre. Soft hands, multiple mouths,
milk, then cocks and cunts in every combination until their inexperience dissolved into pure, open
need. Ash came on my tongue while Ryn was slowly fucked for the first time; then they switched,
then they were filled together, then they became part of the circuit.
Jordan’s internal monologue (fully locking)
*I was a virgin twenty minutes ago. Now I’ve got a cock in my arse and milk running down my chin
and two women taking turns on my cock and I never want it to stop. I’m bringing every quiet lad
from my course. Every one of them.*
Grace’s internal monologue
*I saved myself for something that mattered. This matters. I’m stretched open around him and
drinking milk from two women’s breasts and my whole body is rewriting itself. The other student
teachers… they’re next.*
Ash’s internal monologue
*I came for theory. I’m leaving as practice. Every flatmate. Every seminar crush. Every intern who
ever looked at me too long. All of them. Here. Wet and owned.*
The Orgy Swallows Them Whole
The inexperienced bodies were rotated through the full collective with graphic, patient filth.
I fucked Lila while she ate Ivy.
Noah took Samira’s newly opened cunt while Tilly sat on his face and milk poured from Nia’s
breasts onto both of them.
Eli was double-teamed by Ryan and me—cock in arse, cock in mouth—while the mums (Aisha
and Siobhan) fed him milk and licked his balls.
Jordan learned what it felt like to have three women use him at once (Chloe on his cock, Sarah on
his face, Freya offering her cunt to his tongue) while I slowly fucked his arse deeper.
Mateo and Ben were guided into the sisterhood women and then into each other under the nest’s
direction, inexperience turning into eager, messy hunger.
Grace rode me reverse-cowgirl, still tight, still shaking, while Sophie and Mandy took turns kissing
her and feeding her milk.
Ash and Ryn ended up face-to-face, scissoring and stroking each other while Callum and Jamie
fucked them from behind in matching rhythm.
Milk sprayed across fresh, unmarked skin.
Nectar poured from cunts that had never gushed like that before.
Cum was licked out of newly used holes and shared in clumsy, then increasingly greedy kisses.
Every orgasm locked the change deeper. Every swallow made the hunger sharper.
The original triad stayed at the centre—me fucking, Sophie and Mandy directing the flow—while
the entire expanded nest (lads, mums, colleagues, criminals, officers, social workers, sisterhood,
and now the soft, newly corrupted students and interns) formed one massive, multi-gender, multi-
experience circuit of flesh.
My internal monologue
*They were so tight. So new. So easy to rewrite. Now they’re part of the organism—cocks staying
hard, cunts staying wet, minds already planning which flatmates and seminar groups and office
interns to bring next. The nest just grew teeth in the colleges and the internship programmes.
Self-sustaining. Generative. Forever.*
Sophie came around my cock with a broken cry. Mandy flooded someone’s mouth. Lila came
again while still learning how to take two cocks. Jordan sobbed with overstimulated pleasure as
the last of his inexperience burned away. The mums and the football lads and the sisterhood
women closed ranks around the new twenty-year-olds, feeding them, fucking them, teaching
them the only curriculum that mattered now.
The orgy had no intention of stopping.
The hotel was no longer a hotel.
It was the wet, beating heart of a town that was being rewritten one carefully chosen body—and
now one carefully chosen cohort—at a time.