Campus Exchange

Campus Exchange – Part 1

Being blackmailed and held hostage by my new classmates was not my idea of a great campus exchange experience.

Sure, the situation could have been a whole lot worse than being forced fed magic boner pills and having young, nubile 18 year old teen girls force themselves on me, taking my thick, drugged up cock into their tight hairless pussies unprotected.

In fact, you could say that it sounded like heaven.

Surrounded by a harem of sexy, naked young girls fighting each other to be bred by me.

Maybe you’d even give your left nut to be in my position.

But considering that these nymphomaniacs were mercilessly extracting load after load of baby cream from my cock, filling their tight fertile cunts full of cum, it was only a matter of time that something went wrong.

I don’t know if they were on the pill but they could get pregnant.

Or the countless sex videos they took starring yours truly that grew in number every time we fucked, those could be leaked on the internet.

I had a girlfriend from a powerful, wealthy family and my own family’s reputation to protect.

But yes for now, getting to slide my bare cock in and out of the eager, wet, hairless cunts of my 18 year old female classmates, filling them with life giving sperm sounds like a dream.

But nightmares are also dreams. Just terribly bad dreams.

My body was in heaven but my mind, it was trapped in the raging infernos of hell.

I had to ensure my classmates could have their way with my body while hiding the immoral baby making activities from the rest of the world.

If I refused to let the wanton nymphs have my cock, they would ensure that I failed my campus exchange module.

Failing my exchange module at school and destroying the life path to success that my parents had laid out for me.

Not to mention the sex videos that might also be leaked.

Either way I’d be royally fucked if I didn’t give in to their demands.

 

It all began with my school, an elite all boys school in Singapore, looking for volunteers to do an exchange module with a public, neighbourhood school infamous for delinquent girls.

Yes, delinquent girls only. It was an all girls school that caught the inclusivity and diversity fever and wanted to open up to become a school that accept all genders, traditional or whatever the fuck the students identified themselves as these days.

I don’t know what my school was thinking, collaborating with such an institution.

The best school in the country, exclusive only to children of notable parents, doing an exchange programme with one of the lowest ranked schools in the country filled with criminals and girlfriends of gangsters.

Maybe my school was now identifying as a garbage dump.

 

When the programme was announced, we all joked that any prim, proper boy who went there would be eaten alive. Cock, balls and ass.

Naturally no one applied at the beginning. Who wanted to spend 6 months in a shit hole filled with crass, uncouth citizens?

We were all boys from proper families and high social statuses.

We all had life paths put in place by our parents.

I was set to become a government scholar and was dating a national swimmer.

A sweet 18 year old girl studying in the best girls school in our country and from a wealthy, powerful family.

Our school continued to promote the opportunity aggressively through the semester.

It would be fun they said, think of it like an exchange to another campus overseas, since the school was far away from ours and where people of our social class typically hung out.

It would be like a whole new world

Yea, it would be. Except that no one would ever voluntarily request for a campus exchange to a war torn middle eastern country, right?

Well, when the marketing started targeting the parents, mine thought it was a fantastic idea.

What better way to promote yourself as a government scholarship candidate than saying you have walked amongst the peasants and can empathize with their plight?

Yes, my parents volunteered me to have my virginity taken by insatiable tattooed nymphs and blackmailed for eternity.

They sent my name to the school and expressed full support.

Surprise surprise, I was the only idiot amongst all in the elite schools that offered the exchange programme.

I was to be the only boy at the school for 6 whole months when the new semester started.

The only thorn, amongst the roses and whatever other things they identified with.

The first day at school I was received at the gate by two student volunteers and a male senior lecturer.

They were to give me a tour of the school and let me know my class schedules.

I would not be rated based on grades for this exchange. It would be based on the intangible yet irreplaceable things.

Like the experience and bonds I formed with my new classmates.

Oh sure, we were going to bond many many times through the semester.

The school was old and run down. Not unexpected given that public schools, especially the poorly ranked ones were given but a trickle of the massive educational budget the government had each year.

Musty lecture theatres, dusty old staircases and is that a…. text book and whiteboard??

Relics I’ve only seen in social media.

At my school, we’ve always gone digital, only needing a tablet and our phones in class.

The was exactly what I showed up with for school that day.

Here, it seemed heavy backpacks full of physical textbooks were still in.

ugh, where was I to find books for my classes mid semester?

“you can share it with your classmates” one of the girls showing me around seemed to have read my thoughts.

Sally and Lily were the student volunteers that showed me around the school together with Mr Ho, the senior lecturer.

They were both about 1.65m tall with ample C or D cup breasts and perky asses.

The girls took twinning to another level, looking like Korean Pop idols in tight, form fitting tops and barely there skirts, sans safety shorts.

The girls must have planned for the day together as their garments were matching and colour coded.

And by that I meant that everything down to their bright pink, unpadded bras under their translucent white tops were matching.

Those perfectly round puppies trapped in their pink bras were all I could look at while they spoke.

Ok, as terrible as the facilities were, these two girls were pretty hot.

In an all boys school, it wasn’t everyday that you were surrounded by 18 year old barely legal girls in school uniforms.

The school uniforms here were a simple combination of white blouses tucked into red skirts.

Of course, being girls of prime, breeding age that thrived on attention, the girls made modifications and alterations to their uniforms such that the once plain, shapeless garments now accentuated their body and all their curves perfectly.

I’m sure the male faculty had to masturbate multiple times a day in the toilet to let off steam seeing the way these sluts were dressed.

Whenever we had to ascend a flight of stairs, Mr Ho would insist on having ‘ladies first’.

In silence we kept a distance, watching their ass cheeks bounce and jiggle as they walked up the stairs.

They were also wearing matching, bright pink thongs under their short skirts.

Of course, they didn’t have uniforms for boys, at least not yet. So I was clad in the uniform of my school, a pure, white shirt tucked into long white, tapered trousers.

I was wearing boxers underneath for comfort but now it was working against me, doing nothing to hide the big erection the girls had coax out of my innocent body.

I didn’t know if the girls noticed but I was pretty much hard throughout the entire school tour.

The tour ended an hour later and I found myself following Sally and Lily to a lecture theatre for class.

The class fell completely silent when I arrived at the entrance.

All eyes were on me, the elite school exchange student. The only boy in school.

The lecturer made me stand in front of the class to introduce myself.

I introduced myself briefly, sweating nervously as I tried my best to conceal my still erect cock with my ipad as I spoke.

Some hushed whispers and giggles told me that I was not entirely successful.

I sat at the empty, last row of the lecture hall, flanked by Sally and Lily.

They were to be my buddies for the first few weeks, helping me to settle in.

There were only three other girls in the row in front of us, giving me space and privacy to observe the room from a vantage point.

Small talk was made, attempts by Sally and Lily to get better acquainted.

I responded with short, brief replies, distracted by the new environment.

Sometimes, the girls in the row in front would turn back to join in the conversation as well.

The lecturer droned on, barely audible at the back.

He was writing on the whiteboard that was a distance from the audience.

Scribbles that couldn’t possibly be read even to those sitting in the first few rows.

Why didn’t he just use the AV system?

The ventilation in the old, mouldy lecture hall was poor.

The air was thick with the musky smells of mould, sweat and the feminine bodily scents of the young, teenage girls in the room.