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Kinky College - Deep Throat Memorial Week 07

Summary: Molly Debrier, the hot, 38 year old, Psychology instructor with a slender jogger's body who was the guest of Dormitory D for the last half of Surprise Anal Sex Week is still their guest for Deep Throat Memorial Week. At least this time around she has a friend to help keep the young men satisfied.

Will she be able to get over her anger at Abigail for handing her over to the dorm boys in order to get a little rest for herself? Will she ever understand why there's a part of her that will miss being the guest of Dorm D when the week is over? What is Abby suggesting while laying on her back and licking her thick lips?


Molly did her best to relax while yet another young man rammed his engorged cock past her lips and straight down her slender throat. When she wasn't too preoccupied with servicing their cocks, she wondered at the fact that they had chosen her as their guest. She was thirty-eight years old, but in excellent shape thanks to jogging every day, but she still wondered why they hadn't chosen someone younger.

Most times, rather than use their hips to propel their cocks, the boys had started to simply grab her head on both sides, or by the hair on top, and move her mouth up and down their rods until they came. Her scalp was sore and her temples ached, but she knew it was pointless to ask them to let her just move her head on her own.

She'd spent Monday barely registering what was happening. Despite Surprise Anal Sex Week ending Sunday night, she had been kept as a guest of Dorm D for Deep Throat Memorial Week. After Coulter had pulled his cock free of her aching asshole just as the clock struck midnight and then immediately rammed it down her throat to cum, the residents told her she'd be staying.

The next few hours she spent with her lips wrapped around what seemed like an endless line of cocks that had fucked her ass that same day. The smell and taste of each one a testament to the fact that none of them washed after violating her aching back door that day. An entire dorm of young, strong men had used her mouth to bath their cocks clean after they'd spent a week destroying her ass.

She wondered why her cunt dripped while she thought back on her experiences, why her pussy ached as if wishing they'd fuck her there. She couldn't believe that she might like being turned into little more than a blow-up doll for a bunch of horny men to pound their cocks into - she just couldn't accept the idea.

"God, your mouth feels good around my cock first thing in the morning. I mean, your ass was fantastic too, but this is great and I can keep watching TV!"

She looked up at the young man working her face up and down his mostly hard cock. He wasn't looking at her while he spoke, his eyes were glues to something on the television behind her. It was only Tuesday. Were they getting bored with her? Would they let her stop being their guest soon? Why did those thoughts make her heart sink?

He pulled her mouth free of his cock, held it in one hand, and pointed it at her face. Molly watched as it began to twitch and and then closed her eyes as his cum splattered onto her cum and drool covered face. His hand let go of her hair and he pushed her to the side as he stood up, pulled up his pants, and left the dorm, the TV still on.

"You're welcome," she said, but he was already out of earshot.

Molly looked over to a chair just a few feet away from her and watched as Abigail's shock of red hair bobbed up and down above a pair of hairy balls. Bruce had her upside down while he sat in a large, stuffed chair. While she worked his cock with her lips, tongue, throat, and hands, he lapped at her bare, shaved pussy. Their moans were loud enough that Molly wondered how the man who had just finished using her had been able to pay attention to the TV at all.

Abigail, the Dean of Psychology, had been brought back to be another guest of the dorm on Monday night. Bruce, the hairy brute, had gone to fetch her and brought her back over his shoulder, like some sort of animal after a hunt. Abigail was greeted with cheers and at least three dozen men fucked her throat before she passed out, a cock still pistoning down her throat and her body jolting like a doll.

"Are you even allowed to do that?" Molly asked Bruce.

He poked his head up, peering out at Molly over Abby's plump ass. "What's that?"

"Are you allowed to eat out her pussy like that? I thought you guys weren't allowed to fuck our pussies during-"

"That's only during Surprise Anal Sex Week. We're only allowed to fuck your assholes during that week, but the other special event weeks, we can fuck your pussies, you just don't have to let us. I mean, technically even during Surprise Anal week, we can finger, lick, fist, and fuck your pussies, as long as we've got a dick or fist up your assholes. And this week we can eat you out, finger fuck, or whatever. As long as it involves a dick in your mouth," he said.

Abby pulled her mouth free of his cock for a moment and looked at Molly. Her normally pale face was flushed red with arousal and from being upside down for the last fifteen minutes.

"Do you two have to talk about this right now? I was so close!" Abby said.

"Oh, ho! Someone is getting feisty," he said.

Bruce smiled and smacked Abby's ass, sending a wave through her plump flesh. She let out a little squeal and then returned to sucking his cock in fervor.

He dove back between her legs, lapping at her dripping cunt. Each moan from her lips around his cock seemed to drive him to thrust up into her throat faster and harder. Molly sat on the floor, mesmerized by the frantic motions of their bodies, the tiny rivers that seemed to flow along the veins of his cock from Abby's mouth, and the rivulets of Bruce's spit and Abby's wanton juices mixing as they flowed down her upturned thighs. She ached for someone that would work with her as they worked each other closer to orgasm.

A moment passed and then the two let out simultaneous moans of release. Molly watched as the base of his cock pulsed, his balls moved up and down as he came in Abby's greedy mouth. Abby, her muscles threatening to spasm and throw her free of Bruce in the throws of her own orgasm, wrapped her legs around his thick neck and pulled his face tighter into her pussy.

Then they both slowly uncoiled. Abby slipped to the floor, rolling on one shoulder before sitting up just a few inches from Molly. Bruce looked down from his chair, like some perverse king on a throne, stroking the last few drops from his cock into one hand and then leaning forward to spread the cum on Molly's lips. Before she knew what was happening, Abby leaned in and licked the salty cum from her lips.

"There we go. You two have been a little stand-offish since Abby got back, but now you've kissed and made up," Bruce said. His smile was something between that of a child's and a horny old man's.

"Fuck you, Bruce. And fuck you too, Abby," Molly said.

"Ah. Maybe later, Pumpkin. I've got to get to class right now. But you two should talk, while neither of you has a cock down your throat."

Bruce gathered up his clothes and tossed them on as he left the room. Molly wondered if he got dressed while running away on a regular basis. He wasn't the most handsome man she'd ever seen, but he had decent muscles, a nice sized cock, and something like a sense of humor. She was willing to bet girls who were mad at their boyfriends or husbands fucked him all the time.

"Molly?" Abigail's voice pulled Molly out of her thoughts.

"What do you want? Why are you even here? You traded places with me last week so you could have a break, but now you're back? What the real fuck, Abby?" Molly asked.

"You're right. That was a really shitty thing to do to you, but I'd been their guest since Monday. I was out of my mind tired. I had barely slept and my ass felt, still feels, like it'll never be the same."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Molly said. She reached behind herself and rubbed her still twitching, aching asshole for a moment.

"But, look, you're not alone this week. Neither of us are. Together it should be a lot easier for both of us," Abby said. She had an earnest smile and it was hard for Molly to stay too mad at her.

Molly sighed. "Fine. Whatever. Sure, you're happy now. You've got Bruce eating your cunt while he fucks your face. Me? I get to be a hole they fuck while they watch TV!"

"You're- you're right. You deserve something nice too." Abby leaned back until she was laying in the middle of the floor, her large, soft breasts tilting outwards a little towards the sides of her chest. "If you want, I can make you feel good for a little while."

"What?" Molly asked. She climbed close to Abby's head and looked down at her. The younger, red headed, curvy woman looked up at her and licked her lips.

"Straddle my face," she said, grabbing one of Molly's legs and pulling it over her body.

Molly didn't resist. The confusion rattling her brain was outweighed but the ache in her pussy. In a moment. Molly lowered her dripping snatch to Abby's waiting lips. As the first kiss and lap of tongue hit her, she leaned forward and braced herself on the chair Bruce had just been fucking Abby in moments before. The smell of Abby's cunt and Bruce's cock still permeated the fabric under her face as she let out a moan.

She'd heard that Abby was a bisexual, but figured it was just the kind of things girls her age said to get attention. However, the deft motions of her tongue, gliding up the folds of her dripping cunt, flicking across her ready clit, and piercing into her were too well practiced to be the work of an amateur.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck me! Eat that cunt," Molly shouted down to Abby as she pushed back from the chair and began swiveling her hips and grinding her aching snatch into Abby's pretty, young face. "You like the taste of that thirty-eight year old snatch, don't you? Moan nice and loud to let me know you like it!"

Abby moaned into Molly's cunt and Molly shivered with the thousand tiny sensations it sent skittering through her mind and body.

"Ah, hell yeah!" a young man who's name Molly hadn't figured out yet said while leaping over the back of the chair and sitting down in front of her. He pulled his cock free of his pants and shoved Molly's face down where she sucked in the head of his cock and began bobbing up and down the length of it without question.

"You keep eating her out, Abs! I want this hot little piece of ass to cum while she's sucking me off," he said and leaned back while he let Molly set the pace.

Molly alternated between licking up from his tight balls, to the tip of his cock, then plunging the length down her throat, before pulling almost completely free and letting her tongue spiral around the head. As the man before her moaned in delight, she moaned as well from Abby's tongue and lips dancing on her cunt.

Within minutes she felt a warmth grow from between her legs. She pressed her thighs tight around Abby's face and ground down hard while taking the man's cock deep in her mouth and let out a deep moan around his cock. The sensation sent him over the edge and he came, his salty cum hitting her tongue while she twitched in her own throws of release. She swallowed and kept sucking, waiting for her own body to return to her control.

When she could think again, she let the young man's now mostly soft cock free from her lips and crawled backwards so that her lips were inches from Abby's glistening, panting lips. She leaned forward and kissed her, the taste of her own cunt still fresh.

"Okay, you keep that up and I might forgive you for last week," Molly said.

"Oh, she's gonna keep it up. You both are. That shit is fucking hot. We're totally gonna be having one of you suck us off while the other eats her out as much as possible. Right guys?"

At least a dozen other men who had wandered in to watch the show agreed, though they argued about who would get to go first and which one of the girls they wanted sucking cock while the other ate her out. One even mentioned that his girlfriend would be coming over later and started a discussion about what was allowed.

"Well, looks like we have a break while they work that out," Molly said.

She moved down a little lower, took one of Abby's ample breasts in one hand and began sucking slowly on her nipple. The other hand slip down the contours of her body, then between her slightly parted thighs. As Molly's slender, strong fingers began to work Abby's slick cunt, the redhead shivered and gasped.

One of the men soon pulled Molly free of Abby's tit and shoved his cock into her mouth instead, telling her to keep fingering Abby's cunt. Another sat cross legged on the floor and had Abby suck his dick while he played with her tits.

"Hey, let's all cum on Abby's tits and have Molly lick them clean," the one fucking Abby's mouth said.

A cheer went out across the room and Molly knew she'd be lapping come from Abby's huge, soft tits more than once that week.

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