Kinky College 07 - Surprise Anal Sex Week Part 07
Summary: Miss Molly Debrier, Betty's psychology instructor, wakes up in a strange bedroom after passing out while 'teaching' her classes on Wednesday. She learns that as long as she's on campus her booty is on duty. Will she ever get another moment's rest? We continue our adventures in a world where science has discovered that men fucking women in the ass makes men and women better students. Colleges and universities everywhere have instituted Surprise Anal Sex Week, and other special event weeks, to relieve tension and increase success.
Molly Debrier's eyes shot open and she let out a long, thin, wail that barely made it past her dry lips. Something massive was pistoning into her barely lubed asshole and she was staring at an unfamiliar pale blue wall.
"What? Where? Oh fuck, what's going on?" she asked as she reached back and tried to grab hold of the cock piercing her tender hole.
"Morning, Miss Debrier," a deep male voice said and then grabbed her wrist tightly and pinned her arm behind her back before pounding into her abused ass even harder.
"What's going on?"
"Well, you passed out during the last class you were 'teaching' yesterday, so I brought you back to my dorm," he said.
"I didn't make it home? Oh God, it's still Surprise Anal Sex Week," she said as she tried to crane her neck around to see the face of the young man plowing into her. He had a large thin nose, dark hair that seemed to jut out in every direction from his head, a thick neck, and large, powerful, shoulders.
"Sure is," he said.
"But... but you're only supposed to... during class hours..." she said between gasps for air as he lanced into her sore ass.
"Actually, I checked the student manual and it's pretty clear that as long as you're on campus, your ass is up for fucking at all times. Good thing the dorms are on campus."
"Fuck."
"Exactly!" he shouted as he thrust forward, burying his massive cock deep in her ass and flooding her with the wet heat of his cum.
He pulled back out of her ass slowly and let his hands roam her well muscled body. Her sandy-blonde hair was tousled, the remnants of what had been a tight bun on Wednesday morning were barely recognizable. He'd heard that she went jogging every morning and it showed in her rock hard thighs, tight calves, and ass-cheeks that were as firm and shapely as any twenty year old college girl's. For a thirty-eight year old psychology instructor she had an amazing body - amazing for any age.
"I- I should be getting home and cleaned up. I have classes to run today," she said.
He started pushing the middle finger of his right hand into her gaping asshole while fondling her pert breasts with his left. "Oh, you don't have to worry about your classes. I had a talk with the dean of psychology and she agreed that Dormitory D could host you for the rest of the week and all of next week."
"What do you mean host?" she asked.
She felt a second finger being driven into her aching ass.
"I mean you'll stay here twenty-four hours a day and we'll make sure your ass gets fucked almost every minute, until Deep Throat Memorial Week starts that is, then we'll fuck your hot little throat for a week," he said and slid his left hand up from her tits to her elegantly thin neck.
"I don't believe it," she said.
"Really?" he asked. He pulled his fingers out of her ass sharply, stood up, threw her over one shoulder, and carried her out into the hall. A few feet down, he swung open a door and then stood Molly up in front of him, facing into the room.
Molly's eyes widened as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. In a corner of the room was a small red chair. She could see a woman draped over the arm of the chair while a hairy man of about twenty-five repeatedly yanked his cock free of her ass and then plunged back into it again at full speed. Beneath the sweat, damp hair, and cum, Molly could see a familiar face. It was the dean of the psychology department, Abigail Greere. Despite being the dean, Abigail was only twenty-seven years old. She'd been a star student at her university and one of the youngest doctorates on record. She dyed her chin-length hair bright red, had large soft tits that swayed with each thrust of the cock into her ass, a tiny waist that looked like it couldn't support her, and a shapely soft ass.
"Hey, Abby, you said we can host Molly here for the rest of the week and next week, right?"
"Yes. Yes, whatever you want. Keep her here and fuck the bitch's ass until she can't think. Just please let me have a break!"
"That's the deal. Bruce, when you're done, get Abby dressed and show her the door."
"Sure thing, Sam," Bruce said as he grabbed Abigail's waist and started pounding faster.
Sam closed the door and threw Molly over his bulging shoulder again. "She's been our guest since Monday. Her ass was so tight the first night we nearly used up every drop of lube we had in the house, but now we can fuck her dry - kind of have to if we want to get any friction at this point."
Molly's hopes of at least being able to spend her evenings without a series of cocks being shoved into her already aching asshole fell away as the full realization of the situation hit her. She was going to be the 'guest' of this dormitory for the rest of Surprise Anal Sex Week and all of Deep-Throat Memorial Week - there was nothing she could say to get out of it.
"Hey guys, up and at 'em! Molly's gonna take a shower," he shouted as he walked down the hall and banged on doors. Sleepy eyed young men started walking out of their rooms and following them down the hallway, stroking their growing erections the entire way.
Sam pushed open the doors to the communal showers where several men could wash up at the same time, setup almost exactly like gym showers. He turned on the water and set Molly down in front of the warm streams. He started rubbing a bar of soap across her body, covering her in suds from the top of her head to the very tips of her toes. Then he shoved the bar halfway up her sore ass a few times. "Gotta make sure we get you nice and clean."
Molly lost track of her surroundings for a moment as the jets of warm water washed away the sweat and cum of the day before and a bit of the weariness in her muscles. When she looked around again, she noticed that nearly a dozen men were in the showers with her. They were clustered around a skinny young man with a cock that looked far too big for the frail body it was bouncing up and down in front of. Each one was pulling bright-red straws of different lengths out of a bunch held in his right hand.
"What's... what's going on?" she asked Sam.
"Hm? Oh, that? Longest straw goes first and shortest goes last."
"What do you mean?" she asked, though she suspected she already knew.
"Who gets to fuck this hot little ass of yours first and who gets it last in the showers this morning. I've already fucked you, so I'll let these guys have their fun. This asshole of yours is going to be squeaky clean when their done," he said as he shoved a few fingers deep in her ass, making her gasp and twitch for a moment.
"Are you sure you didn't rig this, Malcolm?" a brutish looking man with a crooked nose asked the thin young man with the big cock.
"C'mon, you all saw the straws. Is it my fault you guys left me with the longest one?"
"Fine, I guess you're right," the brute agreed.
Malcolm walked over to Sam and Molly, stroking his cock as he did. She was sure she saw it grow another two inches.
"Step aside, Sam," he said as he grabbed Molly around the waist and spun her around.
"Spread your legs and put your hands on those circles," she heard Malcolm's soft baritone say from behind her.
She looked forward, saw two blue circles that were about waist high, and started to take a step towards them.
"No," he said, "from here."
Molly paused for a moment and then realized that he wanted her to bend over and press her palms against the wall. She leaned forward, her wet locks draped over her face, her back arched slightly, and her whole body stretched to reach the circles.
"Perfect," he said.
She felt the head of his cock press into her brutally sore asshole. It slipped in easily, but the hours of fucking over the last few days made every touch to her tender asshole ache with a vengeance. He started to pound into her with abandon, as if her asshole would be the last thing he'd ever fuck.
"I love the way the soap suds up when you really pound into an asshole," she heard him say.
His hands roamed her aching back as he relentlessly stabbed into her before he suddenly stopped moving and she felt the familiar flood of jism bursting from the head of his cock deep into her bowels. He pulled back out slowly and milked the last few drops onto her red, winking, asshole.
She started to stand back up but a large hand pushed her back down.
"Nope, you've still got a lot of cock to work before your morning shower is over," she heard a new deep voice say as he began to plunge into her ass.
She looked to her right and saw Sam lathering shampoo into his thick, black, hair. The suds rolled down his well muscled body and, for a moment, she wished she'd met him at a bar or a party.
"I'll - ugh! oh! - I'll get to go home for the weekend, right? After Friday is over?" she asked.
Sam didn't stop washing his hair, but answered her anyway, "Turns out that Surprise Anal Sex Week technically runs right through Sunday, until midnight. Then Deep-Throat Memorial Week starts. We're going to hold a raffle to see who gets to be the one fucking your ass right before midnight."
"Oh fuck," she said before biting her thick lower lip for a moment as the next cock pushed into her asshole, "but why?"
"It's a surprise," he said and winked down at her.
Men continued to filter into the showers for the next couple of hours, each one fucking her ass in whatever way turned them on the most. Some kept her bent over against the wall. Others made her stand with warm water rolling down her body. One muscular man with platinum hair fucked her ass while holding her up in the air the entire time. He'd lift her a little past half way up his cock and then let gravity pull her back down, over and over.
From the moment she walked out of the showers, she was passed from dorm room to dorm room. She slowly lost track of time as the endless stream of cocks pistoned into her asshole relentlessly. She rarely slept for more than a few minutes at a time. There was always another cock ready to pound into her stretched out ass. Even her meals were spent with rock hard cocks buried deep in her battered asshole.
It wasn't until Sunday afternoon that she realized how many days had passed and that was only because every man who fucked her once-tight ass said he hoped he'd win the midnight raffle.
