Kinky College - Deep Throat Memorial Week 10

by Broken Arrow , tagged as

Summary: Grace was hoping to get a moment to relax in the well maintained and beautifully designed courtyard of the college, but a young man and his girlfriend have different plans for her. She'll be spending the time she should be studying trapped between a hard cock thrusting into her mouth and a wet, hot pussy humping the back of her head.

She won't be getting any studying done, but she'll be getting a workout! It's Deep Throat Memorial Week and women have to make their mouths and throats available for men to fuck, apparently even while those men make out with their hot, redheaded girlfriends. At least Grace gets a kiss out of it, but from who?

Grace brushed back a lock of her dark-brown hair that the wind had swept loose. Her slender body seemed to blend in with the quasi-natural feel of the courtyard, ephemeral, beautiful, and well curated. She was almost a living sculpture of the form one would expect a wood-nymph to embody.

The afternoon sun pushed through the green leaves above them. Grace half-expected gnomes, fairies, or wild Puck himself to come strolling through at any moment. She'd always been impressed with the landscaping at the college. Not only had the architect paid close attention to the natural shape of the land and used his structures to enhance and highlight its best features, but the upkeep was immaculate.

"Whoever the college has in charge of the maintenance crew must be a logistics genius," she thought, then her vision was obscured by pubic hair and a small beer-belly.

If it weren't for the cock she was taking all the way to the back of her throat, she would have been convinced she was in some fantasy movie.

Normally, she'd have been eating her lunch, but she'd learned on Monday that it was just better to wait to eat until her classes were over during Deep Throat Memorial Week.

"Not puking all over myself again today. Ended up just going shirtless the rest of Monday. With my tits hanging out, it was a wonder anyone came down my throat at all," she thought.

She'd come out to the courtyard to get some fresh air, that and a little water usually took the edge off any hunger she felt. However, she'd been yanked off the bench she was sitting on and half dragged to a grassy spot under a maple tree within just a few minutes of sitting down.

"There's nothing like laying down in the grass, the sun on your face, the wind in your hair, and a hot pair of lips around your cock," the man fucking her face said.

"MmmmHmmmm," she moaned without taking his cock from her mouth.

"I really love these special event weeks. I mean, there's really nothing like being able to get off between or even during classes. Last period, I fucked the teacher's throat so hard, she won't be able to talk for a week."

"Mmm?"

"What? Oh! Miss Wilson. She's my Anthropology prof. Great ass, nice legs, lips made to wrap around a cock."

"UmmHmmm. Mmmfff!"

He grabbed hold of her hair with his free hand and started working her mouth up and down the length of his cock. He only looked down at her for a minute, to make sure he had a decent rhythm, before resting his head back on his other arm and staring again up into the leaf-laden tree branches above.

"I love it when a chick agrees with me by humming around my cock," he said.

"I didn't really agree with you, I just figured I needed to 'say' something to show I was listening," she thought.

His hand pulling her hair made her scalp burn and her headache. She'd hoped he'd just thrust down her throat a few times and cum on her face or in her mouth like most guys did, so she could get back to reading her textbook. It turned out he was interested in "a nice, leisurely face-fuck" while he "looked at beauty of nature."

"C'mon and cum already! I've got to study for a test I'm taking next week!" she thought as she twirled her tongue around the head of his cock before he thrust back down her open throat.

"Hi, Honey! How's your day going?" she heard a girl's voice ask.

He rolled over on his side, taking Grace with him and continued to hold her face close to him, fucking her mouth with short, hard strokes. Grace felt the other girl sit down near her, brushing a leg or arm against her ass as she settled in.

"Oh, pretty good. Totally got to fuck the shit out of Miss Wilson's mouth. You should have seen the way she drooled all over herself and the fucking floor," he said and then laughed.

"Wow! That's fucking awesome! I had her last semester and she's the meanest. You- you want me to take over for the girl you've got sucking your dick?"

"Naw, I've got you sucking my cock all year round. I might as well use this week to get a few new lips wrapped around my dick while I can," he said.

"You're talking to your fucking girlfriend while fucking my goddamn throat? C'mon dude! I need to study! just let your girl suck your damn dick already," Grace thought.

"Well, we can at least make-out, right?" the girl asked.

She felt the slender body of the girl lean over her and then heard their lips meet and part, sharp little kisses above her, followed by harder, sloppier thrusts into Grace's mouth. The hand he'd been gripping a fistful of her hair with let go, but Grace was pinned between his thighs and the slender thighs of his girlfriend.

"Hmmm. Yeah! Fuck that slut's throat, baby! Just pretend her mouth is my pussy and ram that big cock right in!"

"His girlfriend has a filthy mouth and a dirty fucking mind," Grace thought.

His thrusts picked up speed while he and his girlfriend seemed intent on crushing Grace's head between their legs. Grace was sure he had to be close to cumming. She hoped.

The pressure on the back of her head grew and fell in waves and she soon realized that his girlfriend was grinding against her head while the made out. Her mouth thrust down and released from the man's cock in waves, forcing Grace to grind her head back against the girl's crotch, just to catch a breath.

"Mmmmm. Yeah! Fuck her good, baby," the girl whispered.

Time seemed to stretch out for Grace. everything was happening at once and nothing was happening at all. She felt her own hand move, slide down into her jeans, and then felt her fingers begin to work her dripping cunt.

"Am I really getting turned on by a guy and girl using my mouth as a proxy-cunt?" she wondered, even as she flicked her middle finger up and down her clit a little faster.

"Look at that slut, rubbing her dirty little cunt while you fuck her face. You better let her swallow your cum soon or she's gonna fall in love with you, baby."

"I didn't know she'd be such a filthy little whore when I picked her," he said and thrust harder, faster, and - Grace was sure - meaner than before.

"Oh fuck! It feels so good! Oh fuck!" the girl whispered. "Fuck her face so hard, her head goes right up my cunt! C'mon baby! Fuck the slut!"

"Fuck me! Fuck this filthy, goddamn slut! Fuck my throat like I'm just a toy you and your hot girlfriend share. Fuck me like a thing! I'm just a mouth! Use this filthy whore mouth!" Grace thought as she moaned around the cock in her mouth and rubbed back against the cunt of the girl humping the back of her head.

Moments she could not count or track passed while she was trapped between the two. Her mind filled with her own lust and their insults. She wondered if she'd ever find a moment like this again. A moment of pure, undiluted, and unreasonable excitement. To be degraded and used, who would have thought it would feel so perfect?

"Uuh. Mmm... I'm gonna cum soon, baby," he said to his girlfriend. Then to Grace, "Don't swallow, slut."

His thrusts grew wild for a moment, then his thighs stopped, he pulled his cock back so just the tip was between her lips. Grace heard the girl moan deep and felt her slender hands grip her shoulders. Then her mouth was full of the man's salty, thick cum. She almost swallowed, but remembered what he said and waited as the two panted, stroking each other softly, still tangled around her.

He pulled his shrinking cock from her lips slowly, making sure she could keep his cum in her mouth without spilling, then rolled back a bit before sitting up and dragging Grace with him.

Grace found herself staring into the bright-green eyes of a thin, opal-skinned redhead. Her cheeks were blushing and her perky breasts heaving, but she smiled a wicked smile.

"She's my girlfriend and really prefers to be the one to swallow my cum. You don't mind, right?" he asked Grace.

She glanced at him, her eyebrows pushing together for a moment, then jumping half-way up her forehead with the realization of what he wanted her to do.

Grace was trembling, her slender body covered in sweat and her mind foggy from her own near orgasm. she leaned close to the pretty redhead, who opened her mouth just a little, and then sealed their lips together.

"She's got the softest lips I've ever kissed. I wonder if she uses lipgloss. Oh! She tastes like cherries," Grace thought.

The redheaded girl started sucking just a little, then thrust her sharp tongue into Grace's mouth as soon as Grace parted her lips a little. Within a few seconds, the girl had every drop of cum lapped up from inside Grace's mouth, though the kiss continued for a few seconds longer.

"Looks like you're going to make a new friend," the guy said.

The redhead pulled back and put two fingers on Grace's lips, winked, and pressed a piece of paper down the front of Grace's pants. She let her fingers 'accidentally' go a bit low and giggled at the moan Grace let out.

"Maybe. She's a better kisser than you, anyway. We gotta get to our Algebra class right now, though. C'mon."

Grace watched as the slender redhead pulled the man who had just been fucking her throat up the courtyard steps to a door that lead into the main building of the college. He struggled to tuck his cock back into his pants and even attempted a goodbye to Grace, but it wasn't much use.

"God! I'm not going to get any studying done this week!"

[To be continued]