The Perils Of Studentdom

[Apophis]

I think it's practically the law in this country that when you go to university, the hardest decision you have to make at first is finding which bar sells the cheapest drinks and stays serving the longest.

Naturally being a first-year student engaged in all the 'fresher' activities and living in a pretty podular situation (where 5 students share a front door and a kitchen in Student Accomodation, each student with their own bathroom/toilet en suite), meaning that it became very easy to get ready with friends, go out and get absolutely wasted, then come back to the student halls which had been known to see some hijinks in it's time.

These 'hijinks' combined with the sudden bold independence coming from living away from home for the first time inevitably meant that drunken antics and the resultant fallout took it's toll on student halls.

The university had a solution to that scenario, which in hindsight surely breaks some sort of privacy laws or something, yet at the time seemed perfectly normal. Basically every other Thursday, cleaners would come around with master keys, clean the kitchens and make observations on the individual states of each students personal room.

I wouldn't say I was a particularly messy person, but I was far from OCD abuot keeping things tidy as well, preferring the "lived in look". I'd had a few run-ins with the housing manager and people trying to put some over important big deal on my untidy room, tryign to make out the leftover food could attract rats into my room, blah blah. What were they going to do, kick me out when I was paying such rates to stay there each month?

Needless to say that attitude was to come back and haunt me.


It was the first week back after the Easter break and only a few weeks before the preliminary exams started, so the majority of us had decided to make the most of what spare time we had left and generally party ourselves out to the max before all the cramming, studying and general brain-ache began.
Of course when we found out that there was a 'bargain booze' night at the Student Union bar with ridiculously low prices for beer right the way thru into the night, well, it was only human we take them up on such prices.
It was after such a night on the tiles - you know the kind, the one where you struggle to remember past half past 8 let alone how the hell you got home - that my trouble really began.

You see, unknown to me, one of the cleaners in particular had taken exception to me. Either she was one of these obsessively clean freaks that liked to think the whole world should be like that, or she just plain didn't like me.

Well, I was soon to find out 'the morning after the night before' that my months and months of untidyness, grotty habits and general sloppy attitude to anything except my personal hygiene were gradually pushing this poor woman further and further to the edge of her tether to breaking point.





I woke up with a jolt or as close to a jolt as you can get when you have the mother of all hangovers. For some reason I couldn't move my left arm and when I went to reach for it with my right, I managed to get it all of about a few inches away from the bed before that too was stopped right in it's tracks.
Getting a little perturbed it was then that I slowly cracked open my eyes to see a big blur standing over me in a vile coloured smock-type thing.
As my eyes slowly peeled into clarity the face of the person stood by the side of me slowly became recognisable.

It was the cleaner who I'd apparently managed to single-handedly wage germ warfare on without even realising.
'Kath' her nametag said, or at least that's what I could make out from my somewhat disadvantaged position.

"What the hell's going on?" I asked somewhat bemused.
"Oh so you've finally decided to awaken from your slumber then have we?" she replied.
"er... yeah. what are you doing in my room?" I said as I attempted to sit up forgetting that my hands had been restrained, nearly dislocating both shoulders before slumping back to the end of the bed beaten. "You're not supposed to be in here cleaning, you're only supposed to be doin the kitchen".

"well in all honesty, I'm here to teach you a lesson" she announced with a wry smirk creeping across her face, "you see, i've been keeping an eye on you sonny jim for a while now. Your habits and lack of cleanliness just disgust me.... and it's about time you were shown the error of your ways".

"what are you going to do?" I asked somewhat nervously, my voice wobbling a little, as I watched her move out of my eyesight towards the door.

"oh, you'll find out soon enough" she said with a slight laugh in her voice "believe me, it'll be a lesson you'll never forget".

[Apophis]

As Kath left the room, I began to wonder just what the hell was happening here. Everything had seemed fine earlier I thought as I glanced over at my alarm clock to see that it was much later than I thought, 10:17am!!
Shit! I was going to be late for lectures again and had no real excuse this time. I couldn't just say I'd been out on the ale the night before and felt too rough to come in.
Little did I realise at that moment just how rough I would be feeling later that morning.


You see, the more Kath saw of my bad habits - like piles of dirty clothes in my room, dishes with practically fossilised food on them in the sink, drunkenness - well, the more she decided she had to 'save' me from myself and begun to formulate a plan for my redemption & punishment rolled into one.

She had decided that the most poetic justice would be to inflict what she saw as my faults back on myself, whilst also getting the inevitable sense of resolution she herself wanted. It was for this reason she'd forgone all manner of washing or showering for the previous couple of days, which when added to the physical nature of her job being active for 8 hours a day, meant that she was slowly building a strong odour which could only be described as 'pungent'.

Kath was no means a young, lithe woman... in fact more like what most people would imagine to be what we call a dinner lady, ie. approaching her late thirties, plump overweight body with the kind of ass & boob combination that would make even the healthiest Jamaican lovely jealous. You might say 'baby got back'. And in Kath's case a whole lot of 'back'. A mature lady with shoulder-length wavey brown hair and a decidedly fuller figure, she seemed like just any other average woman to me. Not my thing at all but there must be some guy her age that thought her alright.

Of course I'd never thought about her this way so much as even really cared about her existence, and it was just these previous experiences with her I was reflecting on when I heard the door to my room opening, and thinking my salvation from the crazy lady had come, I called out "ah thank god, some crazy lady's handcuffed me to my bed and..."
It was mid-sentance that I heard the key go back into the lock, fixing it into place until the holder of the key decided otherwise.

Kath slowly walked back into view to the side of my bed with the biggest grin on her face I'd ever seen.
"Whatever you're going to do to me ya crazy bitch, i'll make sure you get the sack for it!" I shouted, trying my hardest to look even remotely threatening.
"hah! you don't even know the half of it young man. By the time I'm through with you, I won't even need to visit this part of Student halls again.... unless of course you prove yourself worthy" she laughed with an amused yet deadly glint in her eye.

"Dont worry though. Your roommates are all in their lectures and won't be back till this afternoon at the earliest. You're all mine for the taking for as long as I want my dear" she said as she reached her hands casually up the outside of both of her thighs before pulling on what proved to be her big discount-store panties.
Seeing the rather panic-stricken look in my face and my eyes following the frilly material slinked all the way down to her ankles, she informed me "and just to add an extra bit of vigour to the point, I think you better get up close and personal with these" she said as she flung the panties straight at my face.

I jerked my head to the side hoping they'd miss me, but to no avail, their pungent majesty landed straight on my face instantly bombarding my sense like a bag of smelling salts in knicker form.

"You see, I've been watching you for a while now. I think you're quite possibly the filthiest, dirtiest little pathetic excuse for a man i've come across in all these years working here" she continued, "and it's about time someone - namely me - taught you a lesson once and for all.... plus I might as well have some fun at the same time!"

I shook my head vigorously trying to get the rancid moist panties off of my face and be able to breath clean air again only for Kath to walk straight up to my face, and with two fingers neatly yet forcefully ram all of the damp putrid material into my mouth practically gagging me on her femininity-soaked rags.

As I looked up, Kath moved out of my eyesight briefly, reappearing above my head before she slowly but surely gradually hitched the skirt of her uniform up her wide shapely thighs exposing the WIDE globes of her arse and slightly hairy pussy.

Before I could even imagine what in my worst nightmares was about to happen, that same wide arse began to descend towards my face with a look of concentration on Kath's face as she steadily guided herself into place atop my face, sitting down with a warm squelch, then squirming around yet more to get even more of a vacuum-like lock on my face.

Now if I thought the stench of her filthy panties was bad, it was a whole other world of repulsion being encased in as warm yet constraining fleshy prison which moulded to every single crack, crevice and bump of my face like a giant ball of playdough.

Only this fleshy prison had plans for me.... Kath had decided it was time for her 'fun' to begin, steadied herself with her feet before slowly but surely practically dancing the lambada on my face, rubbing herself this way and that, back and forth, side to side steadily building up pace and power... before not too long rubbing herself so hard and fast on my face that I thought I was in severe danger of my nose breaking off and being sucked into the vortex of her pussy which by now was practically dripping - which it would have been had my face not been sucked tight to her intimate area - and combining with the already strongly musty smell of sweat, shit and urine, made it a constantly hard battle for me to fight... breath in the tiny little snippets of air I got every time my nose left her pussy just a fraction and gag on the rancid fumes emanating from her every pore not to mention the well-worn panties still stuffed in my mouth, or just fight the fumes, not breath and die.


Needless to say, unable to have any real say either way I passed out....



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[FacesitVN]

I like!:thumbsup: , please continue

[couchman]

Enjoying the story. Very funny and somewhat erotic. I"m a messy person, also. I try to convince people my place has been designed in the latest fad: "Early Trash" and each piece of dust and trash was carefully arranged to provide an illusion of a trashy place.... No one believes me. Imagine that!

[butt2facex2]

you have me hangin on every word ...plz finish this story...i love it.

[Apophis]

Staring out at the world through bleary eyes my mind struggled to comprehend what was happening to me.

During the time I'd been out cold Kath had carried on with her pleasure (to her punishment, or 'funishment' as she liked to think of it) until coming to the hardest heaviest orgasm she had felt in such a long time.

In all her generosity she had lifted herself up a fraction off me and slid her warm very moist crotch down my face before coming to rest atop my shoulder blades, looking down at my face with a big grin of her face waiting for me to regain some form of consciousness, evidently highly pleased with herself.

"You see... this is the problem with so called 'young men' like you. You think that just because you're living away from your parents that you're some big man who can treat where I work like an absolute pig-sty." she began her lecture, "you're quite possibly the untidiest person I've had the misfortune to come across..." she continued pausing before adding "or should that be CUM across!"

Seeing the look of sheer bewilderment and fear in my eyes, and knowing that her method of rehabilitating me were starting to work, she smiled down at me brushing some of my hair out of my face almost lovingly but for the fact she then announced "but I'm not through with you yet. I still have another an hour before anyone will even notice I'm gone.... hmmm, I wonder what I could possibly do in that timespan".

Before I could even attempt to mumble any form of response through her stinkin panties which by now felt like part of my mouth themselves, my senese were that all over the place, she swung her right leg over towards her leg moving to sit more side-saddle, thereby grinding her right arse cheek up across my face practically in danger of leaving a streak of it's own.

I felt the pressure decrease as she begun to lift herself, but far from being the reprieve i was anticipating, she simply lifted a few centimetres off of my face, swung her left leg up and over my stricken body before schloping her big old arse back down on my face with no regard for my wellbeing whatsoever with a clearly relaxed "ahhhh" emanating from her mouth.

Taking a few seconds to squirm her bulky mass even further around on my face, trying to find the 'sweet spot' where my face fit her arse like a hand to a glove, I honestly felt like my cheekbones would collapse and my nose break like balsa wood.
For what seemed like an eternity - but was in actual fact only a few seconds - she squirmed and tactically spread her cheeks wider aiming to get me all the way up her arse almost so I could lick her stomach it seemed.

Finally the relentless grinding stopped which was a double edged sword. Sure the pain of all that fleshy mass pounding and rubbing away at my face ebbed away a little, but the fact soon occurred to me that far from the first instance where I'd managed to just about last a few minutes snatching as precious little air as I possibly could through the gaps of Kath's pussy lips, it soon became clear to me that this time she had no intention of being quite so "lenient with letting you breath".

Draping the gathered up rear of her skirt behind my head, and taking one last fidget to make sure I was securely in place, Kath got out her mobile phone and settled in for the long haul.

It seemed that she was in for the long haul... and whether I made it out the other side alive was of no consequence to her any more. Besides, what with the amount of alcohol in my system and the fact I'd been drinking so heavily the night before, who was to say I couldn't accidentally fall victim of some horrible misfortunate accident?
As far as Kath was concerned, I was expendable. I was hers for the taking and there was nothing I could do about it.

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(((I know that's not anywhere near as good as the first two parts, but I'll work on it as I have strong ideas about where to take it)))