Overview: A college kid has strange dreams that create an unusual bed partner.
Warning: This story contains sex with a slime creature. If you think that is weird or offensive, please stop reading now.
Disclaimer: The following contains explicit erotic scenarios! All characters are willing consenting adults over 21. All situations are completely fictional, and any perceived connection to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental.
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Jack's head slipped from his hand, and he quickly jerked his head upright, waking himself up. He was dozing off in class again. Psychology 101 wasn't the worst class he'd ever had, but it wasn't entertaining enough to lift him out of the funk that he was in. Nothing seemed to be working out. All these classes were boring. Not to say that they were easy, just none of them excited him anymore.
No one even noticed him falling asleep. They are roughly 200 people in the room, and he might as well be invisible.
When class was finally over, Jack slowly got up and walked to his next class. After two more classes, he got in his car and drove to work. He works part-time at a computer-electronics store. Most days, he tries to avoid customers and any trouble that comes from the managers. Once the store closes, his shift is done, and he goes home. Walking into his dorm, no one else is around. They're probably all out partying somewhere. Jack walks to his room, closes the door, works on some homework that's already late, and then searches for some porn to watch as a reward for finishing the day.
Jack is in a rut. After his girlfriend broke up with him three months ago, it seems like nothing is working out. There are plenty of girls he likes, but he always puts his foot in it around them. His friends still hang around his ex, so he avoids being around them too.
The next day, Jack wakes up and performs the same routine. Go to some classes, go to work, jerk off, go to bed. Every day is another round of school, work, jerk, sleep.
One night, as he reached for a tissue to catch his load, the box was empty. Needing to think fast, he grabbed a cup on his desk and shot into that. Exhausted, he left the cup at his desk and just went to bed. The next night, forgetting that he was out of tissues, he realized the same cup was still there and figured he would use that again.
To lazy to buy a new box of tissues, this became his new ritual, cumming into the cup every night before bed. He started to wonder how long it would take for him to fill the cup. Honestly, it was the only thing he looked forward to anymore. It became a new challenge to blast as much into that cup as he could.
The cup was filling fast. Every time he looked, it seemed fuller, even if he had not came yet. There was a good chance it was full of bacteria and growing something, but it didn't look or smell weird. He figured that once it was full, he'd dump it out. If it could just last a few more days without getting gross, he could accomplish his goal.
Just when Jack thought he only needed one or two more nights to fill the cup, he got settled in to jerk off and it was empty. 'Did someone find it and dump it out,' he thought. It didn't look that bad, but it was a large cup of cum. He always kept his room locked, so it seemed strange for anyone to come in. Plus, if they did, why would they only dump out that cup and do nothing else? He searched around the room wondering if he moved it, switching the cup with this empty one. 'Shit, I didn't drink it, did I?' he thought, and then felt ridiculous to think he guzzled down a whole cup of fermenting cum without realizing it. He cleaned up around his desk and the floor, checking to see if there were any spots. Worried mostly that he might not get his deposit back if it ruined the carpet. Frustrated by losing his streak, and motivated to tidy up after realizing how bad his room had gotten, Jack didn't even jerk off.
Tired from cleaning his room, he finally went to bed. That night, he dreamed of his ex-girlfriend. He loved her body. Her personality was what he was glad to get away from.
In his dream, she tip toed into his room and whispered in his ear, "Let's fuck one last time." She stripped down naked and ripped off his shorts, straddling him. With one hand, she guided his cock into her pussy as she squat down on him. He could tell she was desperate for him. She was so wet his cock slid right in with ease. She moved up and down on top of him with a steady rhythm, her body jiggling in the air. She never let herself slam all the way down. Instead, she kept herself elevated above him, gracefully squatting and rolling her hips while touching only on his cock. This was by far the best fuck they had ever experienced. She had been on top only once before, mostly just hovering over him as Jack thrust into her.
Jack lay back with his hands behind his head, relaxing while she did all the work. She grabbed the bottom of her breasts and bounced them up and down, not to support them as they shook up and down, but rather to bounce them even more while expertly balancing above him. He loved her breasts. She was average in build, with no hips or ass, but her D-cup breasts were exceptional. She always wore push-up bras with extra padding and low-cut tops that enhanced what she had, making her appear two cup sizes larger.
Her movements were precise and controlled. Her pussy clenched his cock and stoked it and she bounced faster on his cock. She bit her lip and furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at Jack. "I need your cum," she begged in a desperate voice while shaking her tits. Hearing her say something, she would've never said before, pushed him over the edge. He thrust his hips, driving his cock deep, exploding his cum into her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and for the first time, she lowered all the way down on him. Still not putting much weight on him. She reached a hand down to her crotch, with her body trembling, as Jack emptied his balls through each pulse of his cock. Jack shot his final load into her, as she rubbed her hands as if she could feel the warmth of his cum inside her. When the last twitch expelled the final drop of cum, she disappeared. The lights in his room went out, leaving Jack alone in the darkness.
He blinked his eyes a few times, realizing it was all a dream, and he was now awake. His cock felt warm and wet. Startled, Jack reached down to check if there was a wet spot. Even in his teens, he never had a wet dream. Slowly, he slid his hand under the elastic of his boxers, feeling nervous about what he might find. Sure enough, his fingertips met a thick puddle of cum.
