Kinky College - Deep Throat Memorial Week 03

by Broken Arrow , tagged as

Summary: Lupe managed to escape the weekend of anal sex that so many of the other girls at the college were treated to, so her perfect, large tits had a chance to heal from the use and abuse they'd seen over Surprise Anal Sex Week. However, now it's the Monday of Deep Throat Memorial Week and there are men who have been waiting for the chance to grope her large, brown tits while slamming their cocks down her throat. Looks like she'll be all tied up with her responsibilities before she even makes it past the front door.

Lupe tried to adjust the lightweight blue blouse she'd decided to wear in an attempt to keep it a little further away from her tender breasts. The bruises had faded into mottles of grey, green, and yellow over the weekend.

She'd passed out in the restroom near the end of the day, and when she woke up almost everyone had already left campus. She'd heard that the guys had been allowed to take girls home to use for the weekend.

"At least I got a couple of days off," she said to herself while sliding out of her car and walking towards the main entrance.

It was a small college, not much more than a hundred classrooms all under one sprawling roof. The once red and now orange bricks seemed new, other than the fading color. Of course, some parts were newer than others. Places like that always seemed to be built in a patchwork sort of way.

The wind picked up and pressed the sheer fabric of her blouse against her plump breasts and her nipples seemed to reach out into the wind as if to embrace it for a moment, before she wrapped her arms around her chest.

Lupe considered for a moment, just for a moment, trying to skip that week. After all the abuse her breasts had taken during Surprise Anal Sex Week, which ended just a couple of days before, she wasn't sure she could handle Deep Throat Memorial week and all the men who had promised to "pound her throat" while "playing with" her "amazing tits."

She took an unsteady step back, but then let out a deep sigh and took in a sharp breath. She knew she couldn't fail out of college and that skipping a special event week meant just that. She was going to be the first one in her family to get a degree. It was worth a few days of cocks slamming into her body and men groping at her tits. She turned back to the front entrance and picked up the pace.

"Lupe! Man, is it good to see those tits first thing in the morning," a man's voice nearly shouted in her ear. She turned and saw a man with pale skin, dark stubble, blue eyes, and thick, black, plastic rimmed rectangular reading glasses.

"Oh, uh, hi..." Lupe pressed her eyebrows together and tried to remember his name. She was sure he looked familiar.

"It's Bill. We're in Electrical Engineering together."

"Oh, right. You sit just in front of me," she said as she pushed through the front doors to the college and stepped in line for the ID scanner.

"Yeah. I, uh, didn't get a chance to see you last week. You were a little busy," he said and pushed back a few stray locks of his light brown hair with one hand.

Lupe couldn't help but laugh a little at hearing her situation last week described as "a little busy."

Bill scanned his ID so close behind hers that they sounded more like a single long beep than distinct sounds. The clerk handed her a bag with some pills, a spray bottle, and a piece of paper inside.

"Man, Lupe, you have no idea how awesome it is that we're coming in together."

Bill took hold of Lupe's elbow and pulled her over to one of the padded benches that lined the halls. Her body seemed to vibrate with expectation. She'd felt that urgency as men pulled her around to use her asshole the week before.

"Lay down here," he said.

Lupe started to lay down on the bench, her chest pressed against the padded seat, but he stopped her.

"No, on your back. And let your head kind of just hang off the end."

Lupe did as she was told. The position made her arch her back just slightly and she pulled her legs up so her heels were just behind her shapely ass and her knees in the air.

Bill walked to the end of the bench where her head hung over the edge with her long, dark hair just touching the floor. She heard the sound of his zipper being lowered and looked up to see him pull his already mostly hard cock free from his pants.

Bill crouched down over the bench, his knees to either side of her head, and held his cock in one hand pressing the tip of it against her lips. Lupe parted her lips and tasted the salt of his precum as he slid his rigid cock into her mouth and began thrusting deep into her throat.

She watched his balls swing toward her face with each thrust and flinched as they slapped against her eyes. Her body spasmed as she tried desperately to hold back her gag reflex and accept his cock with every thrust down her throat.

She felt his hands take hold of her blouse then the rush of cool air and the sound of buttons snapping free from the fabric.

"Fuck yeah! You're fuckin' tits are even more awesome with bruises," Bill said as he grabbed hold of her ample breasts and squeezed.

Lupe moaned around his cock as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her bare breasts. She squeezed her eyes shut, both from the tendrils of pain lancing through her body as Bill used her breasts like handles and to keep out the drool spilling from her mouth as he fucked his cock in and out faster with each moment.

"Hell yeah. Moan for me. Vibrate that big cock with that tight throat, Lupe."

Lupe began to moan deeper and longer, in hopes that it would drive Bill to cum quicker. She felt one hand release from her aching tits, then grab hold of her neck and squeeze just a little.

"I've been looking forward to fucking the hell out of you ever since I first saw you. Goddamn you're just made for fucking, aren't you?"

"Lupe tried to moan a yes, but he began to jackrabbit her throat with short, fast strokes and gripped her neck and breast harder. For a moment the world grew dim at the edges and she thought she'd pass out, but then his hands were suddenly gone, his cock was pulled free from her gasping throat.

She cleared her own drool from her eyes such fast enough to watch him stroke his cock a few more times before thick ropes of cum leaped from the head of it and splashed across her aching tits, her soft round face, and into her silky, raven hair.

"Damn, you are fucking awesome," Bill said while tucking his softening cock back into his pants.

Lupe took a few more breaths and sat up. She looked down at the nearly button-less blue blouse and thought about trying to clean up the cum with the ruined shirt.

"Yeah, thanks..." she said absently as she started wiping at the cum on her face and tits.

"Hey, you done?" She heard someone ask Bill.

"Yeah. I gotta get to class. See you later, Lupe," Bill said.

Lupe started to turn towards him to say goodbye, but two strong hands and pushed her down to the floor, making sure she was facing the bench. She looked up as the man sat down and saw a pair of dark green eyes looking out from a handsome, clean shaven, olive skinned face.

"Hi, I'm-" she started to introduce herself, but he grabbed the hair on the top of her head and shoved her mouth down on his rigid cock.

Lupe wondered if it even mattered to him that it was her throat he was pounding his cock into or if any woman would have worked for him. She wanted to know if he would have picked her out of a crowd or if he just felt like having a woman around his cock and decided to use her, because Bill had finished.

She saw him reach into his pocket and pull out a phone, then heard the sound of a game being played with one hand while he used her face like a fleshlight with the other.

She reached down between her legs and started stroking her hot snatch. She figured she might as well get a little fun out of having her face fucked.

Then she heard him speak to someone else, "Hey man, can you do me a favor? Take her shirt off the rest of the way and tie her hands behind her back. I want her focusing on me."

"Sure man, no problem," she heard another man say.

A moment later, without letting her head free of his cock, her shirt was taken off, twisted into a rope, and used to tie her hands behind her back. She wriggled her arms a little, but there wasn't much room to move. Her back arched a little with the bondage of her arms and she felt as if her large breasts were stick out further than ever.

A few minutes later she heard the sounds of the game he'd been on his cell phone, then he took hold of her his cock with one hand and held her just at the tip of his cock with the other. In a second, with a little gentle sucking, his cock spasmed to life, shooting jets of salty cum into the hot confines of her mouth as he moaned.

She swallowed every last drop as the man who had been fucking her face stood up, put his cock and phone back into his pants, and walked off without even glancing down at her again.

Lupe stood up and struggled against the shirt that bound her arms, but before she could work herself free, another man walked up, threw her face down on a bench, and rammed his cock down her throat.

She wondered if she'd ever get out of the main lobby that day.

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