My new garment was a green and white gingham checked suit that wouldhardly have been of any use for athletic swimming. It basically lookedlike a ver... short dress with a pleated skirt and little matching pantiesbelow. It had formed cups for my breasts, which didn't quite fill themup, and two halter straps that were meant to be tied in a bow behind theneck. I stepped into the suit and tucked myself back the way I knewEllen preferred, but could only get the zipper a part of the way up. SoI. But his hips moved of their own accord. He held me tight against him and pressed himself deep. He came with several violent shudders. He withdrew and I lay there breathless. "That went a little faster than I intended," he said, gasping next to me. I knew what my job was. "Would you like me to try to help you get hard again?" He looked at me with contemplative eyes. "I really, really would." I reached down and handled him. He started to solidify at my touch. He gasped an expletive and his. The dorm turned out to be a sort of suite. Cameron and his roommate, Jon Matthews had one room. The other bedroom in the suite was occupied by Mike Pierce and Ron Stevens. They shared a common bathroom and study room. Ron had spent two years out of high school on a mission for his church and a third working in the family business before coming to college. The other two were also military veterans, Jon had been a cook on an aircraft carrier, Mike was an artilleryman. Both had served in the. My body whimpered, pulling on the silken strands holding me in place.She loomed closer to me, her eyes boring into mine. Then she smiled. Her skin rippled again. Her body changing, growing grotesque. Her hand wrapped around my cock became hard, covered in spiny hairs. Mandibles burst out of her jaws while her eyes became faceted onyxes. Through the lust, revulsion swelled through me as the spider-thing loomed over me.A part of me wanted to fuck it still. To ram my cock into her. Her mandibles.