My name is Sky. I’m a nineteen-year-old college freshman, but our department is quite unusual—perhaps because it’s the Literature Department. Most of the students are women, and my year is particularly lopsided, with only four boys in the entire cohort. Aside from me, the other guys are either unattractive or total shut-ins who turn beet-red the moment a girl looks at them. I was luckier; I could talk to girls with ease, which eventually led to me being drafted into the women's basketball team as their manager for no apparent reason!

The basketball players were all incredibly tall. On my first day, I was struck by the sheer scale of them. *Wow! They're all so tall!* And more importantly, they were all beautiful—just... very tall. On my first day as manager, a girl walked straight toward me. When she came into focus, I realized she was about 186cm tall. My god! Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her proportions were flawless. Because of those perfect lines, her large, expressive eyes seemed to pop against her petite face. Her nose was cute and slightly upturned, and her lips were a fresh, luscious cherry red.

She was wearing a camisole, and by the look of it, she must have been an E-cup. Her massive breasts strained against the thin fabric, making the top look incredibly tight. Her hips were wide and curvaceous, creating a striking silhouette of a protruding chest and a rounded, lush rear. She wore basketball shorts that, due to her long legs, revealed a vast expanse of milky, tender thigh, paired with black knee-high socks. Just as I stood there dazed, she spoke.

"Are you the new manager?" Her voice was cool and aloof, but it had a natural, delicate sweetness to it. I could tell she was trying her best to sound indifferent.

"Yes! Senior... m-m-my name is... uh... you can just call me Sky!"

I was paralyzed by her beauty and towering stature, my whole body trembling uncontrollably. In my nervousness, as I stepped forward, my head accidentally plunged right into her chest. Since I am 170cm tall, my head landed perfectly in the center of her 186cm frame. It felt incredibly soft... *Is this what a woman's breast feels like?* It wasn't just a bouncy sensation; it was as if the flesh slowly enveloped me as I sank in.

She gave me a sharp shove and scolded me loudly, "What do you think you're doing!"

"Ah! Sorry! Senior... I..."

"Don't bother! Go wipe down the balls and fill the water bottles. We're starting practice!"

"Yes, ma'am!" After some guidance from my classmates, I learned her name. She was named Ivy, but despite her name, she was anything but "soft."

The inter-departmental tournament was coming up next week, so everyone was training hard. As I watched the team practice, Ivy's breasts—two heavy, round globes—jiggled violently with every movement. It was a sight that made me feel "excited." During a drill, Ivy blocked a shot, sprinted to the front of the court, and soared into the air for a dunk. It left me speechless.

It was my first time seeing a woman dunk, and with such power. However, as she landed, she seemed to lose her footing. She tumbled forward, crashing directly onto me as I sat on the floor recording the session. The impact was massive. At 186cm and 63kg, her entire weight bore down on me... my vision went black.

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When I slowly opened my eyes, a girl was slumped over a table in the sports room.

"Ugh... where am i? The library?" I looked up. It wasn't the infirmary; it was the sports room! Ivy was sleeping soundly at the adjacent table. There were ice packs and bandages on the desk. My head throbbed, and there was a bandage on my face. It turned out Ivy had knocked me over and had been looking after me here in the sports room! When I checked the time, my heart sank. It was midnight; the sports room was supposed to be closed!

Ivy worked part-time here. I looked toward the entrance; the heavy doors were already shut. Since it was past midnight, I couldn't head back to the dorms because of the campus curfew. Was I going to spend the night here? Just as panic set in, Ivy let out a soft moan. I jumped, only to see her simply rolling over in her sleep. I observed her closely; she was still wearing her practice clothes. It seemed she hadn't even left after my accident.

As I leaned closer to get a better look, the scent of her post-exercise aroma drifted toward me—a primal, wild, and intoxicating scent that was undeniably feminine. The smell alone triggered a reaction in my body. As my gaze drifted lower... her massive breasts were resting against the edge of the table. She wasn't wearing a bra!

Perhaps because of the heat, she had taken it off. Sure enough, peeking out from a Nike bag nearby was the edge of a bra. Taking a bold leap of faith, I pulled it out. It was huge! Truly massive. A pure white bra, devoid of any patterns, just simple and clean. It was a moment of raw desire, smelling of her sweat. I could feel my own body breaking into a sweat.

Looking at the sleeping senior, a daring thought crossed my mind: *No matter how tall she is, she's still just a girl, right?* I looked at her long, firm, milky-white legs. They were so long and beautiful, and the black socks only served to accentuate the creamy fullness of her thighs. At 170cm, she towered over me at 186cm. If I tried to force myself on her, it might be a struggle! I scanned the room and spotted a coil of scout rope.

She must have been exhausted from her nap, because she only woke up when I began tying her to the equipment rack—and even then, it was a slow, groggy awakening.

"Mm... what time is it? Huh? Why am..." Ivy moved her limbs, only to find them immobilized.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Ivy. Now, it's my turn to take care of you!"

"What are you doing?! You... how dare you tie me up! Let me go!" Her face flushed a deep, beautiful crimson, making her look even more alluring.

"Hehe! What do you think? You should know by now, Ivy!"

*Thwack!* Suddenly, her leg lashed out and kicked me! It turned out I had forgotten to tie her right leg. Her legs were so long that a normal girl wouldn't have reached me, but she did. I doubled over in pain, clutching my stomach and glaring at her. As I slowly approached, she tried to kick again, but this time I was ready. Catching her mid-motion, my hands clamped onto her thick, tender thigh.

"Hehe! Leaving the right leg free just makes things easier for me!"

"Let go of my leg! Or I'll kick you to death!"

"You're quite feisty, Senior! Your leg is already in my grip—how are you going to kick me?"

I pulled off her Converse sneakers and began to caress her skin, moving slowly upward. Holding her leg tight, my hand slid beneath the hem of her shorts into the unknown.

"Stop!" she screamed. "I'll call someone!"

"Hehe! The sports room is soundproof, and since you locked the doors and we're tucked away in the back, no one is coming to save you!" Ignoring her cries, I pushed deeper, roughly tugging aside her panties. I could feel the warmth and moisture inside; perhaps it was the sweat from her basketball practice.

I couldn't hold back any longer. My loins were throbbing. First, I tied her legs into a wide "V" shape. Then, I stripped completely naked, revealing my vein-pulsing cock. When she saw my fully erect member, a flash of fear crossed her eyes.

"What's the matter? It's big, isn't it? Never seen one this thick before?"

"Stop it, right now!"

Before she could finish her sentence, I reached for her camisole and yanked it up, causing her basketball-sized breasts to *spring* out. Because the fabric had been so tight, they popped free with incredible force.

My god! For a moment, I was stunned. Her breasts were perfectly spherical—the most beautiful globes I had ever seen. At the tips sat two tiny, red buds. Her nipples were small and adorable, surrounded by prominent, deep pink areolas. I leaned in and took one into my mouth, biting down lightly.

"Ah!" She cried out in pain.

I greedily sucked on her nipple, but even that wasn't enough to satisfy my rising lust. I flipped her over so her rear was facing me. I roughly pulled down her shorts, revealing two massive, fleshy mounds of buttocks!

I left her black socks on; I thought they added a layer of sexiness. Her cries of protest never ceased. Feeling a surge of arousal, I delivered a heavy slap to her plump butt, making her shriek! Pressing her waist down, I tore her striped panties aside, exposing her tender, ripe vulva. However, because her glutes were so thick and fleshy, it was difficult to reach her entrance. I glanced at her anus; it was tightly puckered, likely from nerves. I spat a mouthful of saliva onto it and aimed my massive cock at her, preparing to thrust.

*So tight! It's like it won't go in at all...* Were all those adult novels lying? Even though my cock was rock hard, she was so constricted that it felt impossible to penetrate.

"Relax, Senior! Let me in... or do you want me to thrust into your vagina instead?"

Ivy, who had been shouting about the pain and how "dry" she felt, suddenly went quiet. "No... you... fine... do it from behind! No! Wait, don't..." Her attitude began to soften. Though her lips said "no," her anus had relaxed, opening slightly. With a powerful shove, I forced my way past her sphincter. A piercing scream tore from her throat!

But even then, after the head was in, I couldn't push any further. Frustrated, I pulled back, but she had begun to bleed slightly. *She'll probably see blood every time she goes to the bathroom for the next few days,* I thought mischievously. Pulling out, I aimed straight for the opening below. Ivy's vulva was incredibly delicate, a deep shade of pink. Her hair was thick but neatly groomed. She screamed "No!" once more.

Perhaps due to her athletic conditioning, she was just as tight in the front as she was in the back. I felt my cock slowly stretching her vagina, inch by inch. Her long, milky thighs twitched rhythmically as the sensation of the shaft filled her. Finally, my cock was buried deep within her, and her screams had shifted into low, rhythmic moans of "Ah... hhh... mmm..."

"Senior, your boyfriend's cock isn't as thick as mine, is it? Haha!"

I began to thrust my entire body against hers. I could feel her voluptuous belly and hips being buffeted by the force of my thrusts, her entire lower body trembling with every lunge. I varied the depth of my strokes, and suddenly, at the moment of deepest penetration, I pulled out violently! Her low moans spiked into a high-pitched crescendo.

"What... what are you doing?!" she shrieked.

Without answering, I turned her body around to face me and slammed back into her vagina with massive force. She screamed again! My pace quickened, and I could see the expression on her face—she was trying so hard to endure it.

Her long, lithe body was drenched in a fine sheen of sweat. Looking up at a woman taller than me, a sense of primal conquest washed over me. Because of her training, her vaginal walls were incredibly tight. Soon, I felt a series of intense contractions. Looking at her face, her eyes were squeezed shut; she had reached her climax, though she was clearly trying not to admit it. To force her to surrender, I increased the intensity of my thrusts. Just as she was about to beg for mercy, her internal muscles gripped me so fiercely that I couldn't hold back.

I came! We peaked together! Even as she tried to maintain her defiance, her protests were drowned out by heavy groans. As the semen poured out of me, I collapsed against her firm, athletic body like a child, emptying every last drop deep inside her.