Kinky College - Deep Throat Memorial Week 06

by Broken Arrow , tagged as

Summary: Sara ("Supermodel" Sara) is finally recovering from all the use her ass had during Surprise Anal Sex Week. Paul lets her know that he wants her little sister, Anna, to move in with them. As he fucks her mouth, to celebrate the special event week, she comes to terms with the coming changes to her life. Will she really accept her little sister into her and her boyfriend's bed on a permanent basis?

After Paul leaves to talk to Anna, she thinks she might get a break, but what's this man doing to her ass while he fucks her throat?

Even though it was Tuesday morning, Sara's muscles still ached from the nearly constant contortion of her body while men rammed their cocks, often two at a time, up her now gaping asshole the week before. However, the weekend she'd spent at home, with only Paul and her little sister, Anna, had helped her recuperate a little.

Paul spent most of the time with his cock buried in Anna's little ass. She'd felt a little jealous at first, but was too tired to really protest. It kept him from fucking her own overworked asshole too much and her little sister seemed to enjoy it, so she decided to just go with it.

"So, I think your little sis should move in with us permanently," Paul, her boyfriend, said.

She moaned around his meaty cock, an attempt to let him know that she didn't mind Anna visiting, but she'd rather not have her at their place all the time. Apparently, he misunderstood what she was trying to say.

"That's great! I'm glad you're into it too. I've always wanted to have a pair of hot sisters to suck and fuck my cock on daily basis. I mean, when I had you take my dick into your mouth Sunday night, straight out of Anna's tight little ass - it was the best fuck I'd ever had!"

He thrust the full length of his eight inch cock down her throat and held it there while she struggled to hold back her instinct to gag. If she concentrated, she could keep her throat from contracting and breathe through her nose around the girth of his meat. He smiled down at her, holding her head in place with one hand and stroking her long, dirty-blonde hair gently with the other. She looked back up at him as tears welled up in her blue eyes.

"You really are a supermodel, Sara. Watching you struggle around my cock right now is almost as hot as watching two guys at a time decimate your ass last week. I'm just lucky I had Anna's tight, little ass to work off the tension seeing you like that built up."

Sara knew she'd spent the last part of the week with men shoving their cocks up her ass two at a time thanks in large part to Paul spreading a rumor that she liked it that way. She had vague memories of him talking to Anna while he made her little sister lick her ass, fist her ass with his cock up it, and even push both of her thankfully tiny hands up her already brutalized hole while he worked the younger girl's asshole with his cock.

Part of her wanted to tell Paul that she wasn't going to let Anna move in with them, that her mind was made up and that she would dump him if he spread any more rumors about her or her sister. However, she knew that wouldn't stop him and something, some little part of her, had to admit that she enjoyed a little of the end of Surprise Anal Sex Week. Her still aching asshole put up a protest, but her dripping cunt whenever she thought back spoke of an experience she wanted again.

Paul pulled his cock back, almost free of her sucking mouth, with just the tip between her lips, then thrust the length down her throat again while pulling her head forward, to drive her down onto his rod as fast and hard as possible. As he pistoned his cock into her throat, heedless of her gagging, driven by her moaning, she began to drool, the viscous fluid escaping between her thick, red lips and his angry rod. She felt the warm liquid splash down on the thin fabric of her t-shirt and cool on her bra-less tits. Her nipples hardened and pressed outward against the light fabric.

Within a few minutes, Paul was thrusting his cock back and forth in short, rabbit-fast thrusts. She knew it wouldn't be long before he came, though she wondered if he'd slam into the back of her throat, cum on her waiting tongue, or make her lift up her shirt so he could splash her tits with his cum.

Within seconds she had her answer. He pulled his cock back, just far enough that the head was still firmly within her mouth. She sucked slowly, pumping the length of his cock with one hand and stroking his balls with the other. The first splash of his salty cum on her tongue barely registered as she swallowed after each pulse of his thick cock. When she was sure she'd sucked him dry, for the moment, let the head of his cock slip from her lips and gently tucked his flagging member back into his pants, before leaning back on one hand and panting to catch her breath.

"I'm glad I told you not to wear a bra today," he said. "Those tits are fucking hot under a wet t-shirt. Even hotter when I know it's soaked with your own drool from sucking on my cock. I can't wait to see what it looks like once a few other guys face fuck you and cum on those perfect tits of yours," Paul said.

"Look, about An-"

"About last week?" he interrupted. "Yeah, you're right. Next year for Surprise Anal Sex Week, maybe I should tell people you'd like to try triple-anal," his voice had that edge to it that Sara had come to recognize.

Sara wasn't sure if she'd make it through Surprise Anal Sex Week the next year if Paul spread the rumor that she wanted triple-anal. Her ass still winked and gaped from her repeated double-anal fuckings. If three thick cocks were shoved up there - would her asshole ever get tight again?

"No! I mean, that's not what I was talking about. I- About Anna moving in... I- I think it's a great idea, Paul. If she wants to, that is," Sara said while looking down at the floor.

"Oh, don't worry about that. I already spoke with her. She's going to start moving some of her stuff in this week. She can't wait to move in with us. Since she'll be sharing our bed, she can leave her old one behind," Paul said.

His harsh eyes made it clear that he wasn't asking if Anna could share their bed. He had Sara and her sister right where he wanted them, forced to obey his whims. Sara wondered if it was where she wanted to be as well, wondered why she didn't resist more.

"Maybe, just maybe, I really do want him to have control over me and my sister," she thought.

He put a single finger under her dripping chin and made her look up into his hard, green eyes.

"I'm glad you're okay with this," he said, looking down at her. "You know, I'd love to see you take three cocks at once, but it might get out of hand if it happens during Surprise Anal Sex Week next year. I won't mention to anyone that you were thinking about it."

"You're right, Paul. That's probably for the best," she agreed.

"We're going to have so much fun once your little sister is living with us," he said. "I'm going to go find her and let her know that you're just as excited as she is."

Sara watched Paul's slender, but well muscled back, flex under his t-shirt as he walked down the hall. He seemed to be nearly skipping with joy at the thought of his future with her and Anna.

She wondered if he'd threatened Anna with any rumors to get her to agree to his perverse desires or if she just went along with them on her own. Sara knew that Anna had been showing off her young, little ass to Paul every holiday Sara brought him home. She'd even noticed that the little slut had bought extra tight shorts and skirts for when they came over on Christmas.

"I know she enjoyed teasing him, but did she always want to be with me and him and I just didn't know?" she wondered.

She leaned forward, putting both hands in front of herself to push up from her kneeling position. Her knees ached and her legs had fallen half-asleep while Paul had been fucking her throat.

"Supermodel Sara! I can't believe your mouth doesn't have a cock in it right now! Just stay like that. That half-crawling position. That's badass. I'm so gonna feel up that ass while I fuck your throat."

Sara looked up and forward to see a young man practically jogging up to her. He must have been eighteen at least - he was in college after all - but he looked younger. A light scattering of acne covered his face, his voice was mostly deep, but cracked every few words, and his gait had that clumsy movement to it that teens get just after a growth spurt leaves them in a body they're not used to maneuvering. He unzipped his pants before he even reached her and pulled out a large, and growing, cock. At least it wasn't covered in zits.

Sara started to ask if she could get a bit more comfortable before he started, but his cock pushed between her lips and down her throat almost before he took his last step. Her words became a jumble of gagging for a moment, before he found his rhythm and she stopped trying to speak.

The carpet was stiff and bit into the palms of her hands, while her weight, constantly shifting from the strength of his thrusts into her mouth and throat, made her wrists ache. Her knees, not yet recovered from the blowjob she'd just given Paul, felt like they'd snap before the young man fucking her throat was finished.

He leaned over her, his hands taking hold of her miniskirt and rolling it up around her waist. Both of his hands, cold and bony fingered, caressed her shapely ass, before taking hold of her lacy blue panties and tearing them into shreds.

"I knew I shouldn't have bothered with those. They never make it through the day during the special event weeks," she thought with a little regret. "I really liked that pair too."

His cock slid deep into her throat and back out again in long, slow, smooth motions. When the tip was near her lips, almost free of her mouth, she'd flick her deft tongue just under the head of his cock, sending a shudder through his body, followed by a slow push to the back of her waiting throat.

His hands roamed her lower back and her bare ass in circles at first, then one began stroking up from her dripping cunt to her tender, gaping asshole. Then she felt a sudden shock as three of his knobby fingers pressed into her asshole all at once. A whimper escaped her lips around the edges of his thrusting cock.

"Damn! I guess it's true that you took two cocks at once a bunch of times last week! Wish I'd had a chance to fuck this ass before that," he said while pumping his three long fingers in and out of her overworked ass and thrusting his long cock down her tight throat.

Sara moaned around his rod, reached up with one hand to stroke his balls, and hoped he'd finish soon.

He continued his assault on her aching asshole, while fucking her throat and occasionally feeling up her tits or cunt with his free hand for what seemed like an hour to Sara. Then he gripped her hair with is free hand, hooked the three fingers of his other deep and hard into her ass, and rammed his twitching cock as far down her throat as it would go.

She whimpered as the sudden thrust of his fingers up her ass sent a web of pain up through her body and the cock cumming deep in her throat stung with its salty release. The tears in her blue eyes caught on a few stray locks of hair.

He let go of her hair first and steadied himself on her back, before pulling his fingers free of her ass and his now satiated and shrinking cock from her still sucking mouth.

Sara fell face down on the carpet, her ass still in the air for a moment before she toppled sideways. When she became aware of her surroundings again, she could see that the pimply young man who had just cum against the back of her throat had already left. She wondered if he'd said goodbye.

She felt a pair of strong hands roll her onto her back and looked up to see an already hard cock above her face as a man straddled her chest. Her gripped her head with both hands and thrust down her throat as she lay on the floor and gripped her skirt with both hands.

"At least he's not going to nearly fist my ass while he fucks my throat," she thought to herself as she let the man take control of her body and let her mind wander.

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