Back in my university days, we often had massive lecture classes. The school administration wasn't particularly strict, so a few of us would often wander over to the classroom next door. There was a girl there, Chloe, who was strikingly beautiful; she was well-developed and possessed a naturally sultry, provocative aura.

One afternoon during a lecture, she was slumped over in the very last row, sleeping. It happened to be a day with low attendance, mostly composed of diligent students who all sat in the first and second rows. The professor was quite nearsighted, preoccupied entirely with his lecture, so I took the opportunity to slip to the back and sit right beside her.

As soon as I sat down, she stirred awake. We exchanged a few words of casual banter, and soon we learned each other's names. As the conversation progressed, it grew increasingly explicit. She eventually confessed that she had gotten drunk the night before and had been taken by a stranger, adding with a mischievous glint in her eyes that it had felt incredible.

I felt a surge of strange excitement. It was surreal to have her share such intimate details during our first real conversation. She settled back down to sleep, and since there was nothing else to do, I leaned in close to her. She was wearing a short skirt, and her long, smooth thighs looked utterly irresistible.

I gently brushed my leg against hers, but she didn't react. Emboldened, I placed my hand on her thigh and began to stroke her skin softly. Her leg twitched slightly, but she didn't pull away.

I knew then that things were about to get interesting. The thrill of being in a classroom added a layer of intense stimulation. Slowly, my hand wandered higher up her thigh, moving toward the heat of her crotch until my fingertips reached the edge of her lace panties. Using my nails, I began to trace the delicate contours of her vulva through the thin fabric.

Suddenly, she clamped her hand over mine and slowly lifted her head, asking, "What do you think you're doing?" She knew exactly what was happening.

My fingers didn't stop their rhythmic tracing. "I just want to see the spoils of your conquest from last night," I whispered.

She let out a soft laugh and slumped back down. Figuring the professor wouldn't notice what was happening in the back, my courage surged. With both hands, I reached for the straps of her camisole and pulled them down past her breasts. She gasped in surprise, but I whispered a reassurance: "It's a tiered lecture hall; the professor can't see you from here." She obeyed, lying still as I slid my hands beneath her bra. Her breasts were magnificent—heavy and full. I squeezed them firmly, and after a moment, seeing that the professor remained oblivious, she took the initiative to slip the bra off entirely. As she lay there, I leaned down toward her thighs; because of her position and the lushness of her breasts, it was easy to catch her nipple in my mouth.

I teased her nipple with my teeth while my hand traveled beneath her, searching for her center. By the time my fingers reached her, her panties were already soaked with a heavy patch of moisture. As I began to work my fingers into her tight heat, she let out a series of muffled, breathless moans, struggling to keep her voice low. Her hot breath fanned against my face. Once I sat back up, she turned truly wanton. She reached into my shorts, grasping my hardening length, and whispered breathlessly, "It's so big!"

While I remained seated, she ducked her head beneath the desk. She pulled my cock free from my trousers and began to lick the pre-cum from the tip. Her technique was divine; she nearly drove me to climax right there.

My hands were occupied with her breasts, kneading her nipples with fervor. Suddenly, she pulled my hands away and tugged her shirt down, leaving me momentarily disappointed, thinking my touch had lost its effect. But just as I was about to tuck myself back into my shorts, she hiked up her skirt and slid her panties down. The gusset of the fabric was drenched.

"Want to try something even more exciting?" she whispered suggestedly. "Do you dare?" *God, if she was brave enough, why shouldn't I be?*

I lay back in the chair, straightening my cock, while she arched her hips. Aiming for her opening, she slowly lowered herself onto me.

She was incredibly wet; with every rhythmic slide of her hips, her juices coated my length. She sat atop me, impaling herself on my cock, her pale, rounded buttocks twisting provocatively. She even held up a textbook, pretending to be a studious student paying attention to the lecture. Because her canal wasn't particularly deep, I could thrust upward from below, hitting her deepest depths with every surge.

My hands never stopped roaming inside her clothes, squeezing her breasts as she swayed her hips in a trance-like state of pleasure. The sensation was so intense it felt as though I was about to erupt. Suddenly, the professor called on a student to answer a question—and to my horror, he called on her.

Startled, she scrambled to her feet. Fortunately, the desk was high enough to partially obscure her lower body, but the students in the rows in front of her all turned around to look. Her face flushed a deep crimson; she had been so lost in the height of pleasure just moments ago that she hadn't heard a word of the lecture.

The professor told her to stand there for a moment until the next student was called, then she could sit back down. I lay low in my seat, hidden from view, though the adrenaline had me breaking into a cold sweat. Luckily, the friction had helped me manage my arousal.

I reached beneath her skirt to her crotch, softly caressing her outer lips. She desperately tried to shield herself with her hands, her body swaying unsteadily. The professor, noticing her movement, told her to stay still and rest her hands on the desk.

*Perfect.* Now my hands were free to roam. I slid my middle finger deep into her, stroking her inner walls. She endured the sensation with incredible discipline, though her juices began to stream down her thighs. Emboldened, I added a second finger and began to move them rapidly inside her. She could no longer hold back; her hips began to thrust rhythmically against me. As I increased the pace and used my other hand to knead her buttocks, she let out a sudden, sharp "Ah!"—a muffled cry as she experienced a powerful climax, a gush of moisture erupting from her.

A short while later, after the previous student finished their answer, the professor finally allowed her to sit. She shot me a playful, vengeful glare, leaned down, and took my cock into her mouth, sucking it with a fierce, hungry intensity. Women certainly have a way of getting their revenge.