Alright, gather ’round, you curious little deviants. I’ve got a story for you that’s dripping with debauchery, stuffed with sin, and overflowing with bodily fluids. It’s a tale of competition, camaraderie, and copious amounts of cum. So, buck, le up, and let’s dive into the sordid world of Cum Hungry Coeds A secret society of sorts had formed in
In the prestigious halls of St. Sperma’s University. This wasn’t your average study group; they were the communists, a collective of insatiable college girls dedicated to the pursuit of pleasure and the swallowing of semen. Their motto? “From each according to his ability, to each according to her thirsty five roommates formed the groupmates: Becca, the blonde bombshell with a mouth like a vacuum; Lila, the sultry brunette with a tongue like a serpent; Sasha, the fiery redhead with a throat of steel; Mimi, the petite Asian with a swallow so soft it was like a pillow; and Ana, the busty Latina was so insatiable it was like a black hole.
One fateful beer, Becca proposed a challenge over pizza and beer: Who could swallow the most loads in a single night? The winner would be crowned the Cum Queen and have her name engraved on their sacred trophy, the Cum Chalice. The gauntlet was thrown, and the girls were ready to deepthroat the competition.
The rules were simple: 1) No hands allowt’s mouth and throat only. 2) No con; they wanted the real deal. 3) No leaving the CA; this was a local event. 4) And most importantly, no or no pay – if they threw up, they turned to zero.
The clock struck nine, and the games began.
Becca started her night at the jock house. She knew the football team would be primed and ready after a hard day’s training. She strutted in, dressed in a tiny cheerleading outfit, her blonde pigtails bouncing with each step. “Alright, boys,” she announced, “who needs a little post-workout protein?”
The room fell silent as the guys looked at each other, grins spreading across their faces. Becca dropped to her knees, unzipping the first pair of pants she saw. She was a woman on a mission and wasn’t leaving until she’d drained every last drop from the room.
Meanwhile, Lilhad set up shop in the library. She figured she’d go for quality over quantity, targeting the study group of philosophy majors. Word in a tight pencil skirt and a low-cut blouse, her glasses perched on her nose. She bent over a table, pretending to look for a book, her ass sticking out just so.
It wasn’t long before one of the guys came over to help. She thanked him, her hand brushing against his crotch as she took the book. “You know,” she said, “I’ve always found philosophers to be… quite stimulating.” And with that, she was on her knees, her mouth full of philosophical debate.
Sasha decided to hit the music department. She was a sucker for musicians, and the idea of making them sing her praises while she swallowed their loads was too tempting to resist. She dressed in a tight band t-shirt and ripped jeans, her red hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of fire.
She found a group of guys jamming in a practice room, their instruments wailing and their hormones raging. Sasha leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them up into tantalizing mounds. “Mind if I join the band?” she asked, her tongue running over her lips.
The guys exchanged glances, their eyes wide with surprise and excitement. Sasha smirked, knowing she had them right where she wanted. She dropped to her knees, her hands behind her back as she took the first guitarist’s cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed in time with the music, her throat opening wide to take him deep. She moaned, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. One down, three to go.
Across campus, Mimi was visiting the computer science lab. She figured geeks were an untapped resource, their virgin loads the ultimate prize. She was dressed in a skimpy maid outfit, her black hair tied up in cat and rs, her eyes lined with thick, black eyeliner. She carried a feather duster, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor as she strutted in.
“Who needs a little cleaning?” she asked, scanning the crowd of guys hunched over their keyboards. A chorus of chairs rolling back and zippers being undone answered her. She giggled, dropped to her knees, and crawled over to the first in line.
Her small hands worked quickly, freeing his cock from his pants. She looked up at him, her big eyes innocent and eager. Her tongue darted out, licking the tip like a kitten lapping at milk. He groaned, his hips jerking slightly. Mimi smiled, taking him deeper, her head bobbing as she sucked him wh a steady, rhythmic pressure.
Ana, meanwhile, decided to go straight to the source: the campus bar. She knew the bartenders were always up for a good time, and she was eager to tap the keg, so to speak. She sauntered in, her curves poured into a tight black dress, her cleavage on full display. She leaned over the bar, giving the bartender an eyeful.
“What can I get for you tonight?” he asked, his eyes glued to her tits. Ana smiled, her finger tracing the edge of her glass. “I’m looking for something… creamy,” she said, her voice a low purr. “Something that goes down smooth and leaves a nice, warm feeling in my belly.”
The bartender grinned, his eyes meeting hers. “I think I’ve got just the thing,” he said, his hand reaching down to himself. Ana licked her lips, her eyes flicking to the growing bulge in his pants. “I’m sure you do,” she replied, her voice dripping with anticipation.
Back at the jock house, Becca was making quick work of the football team. She had already swallowed three loads, her belly warming with each gulp. She moved from one cock to the next, her mouth and throat working in perfect harmony. She was a machine, a finely tuned instrument of pleasure, and she wasn’t about to let up anytime soon.
She took the fourth cock into her mouth, her head bobbing as she worked him deep into her throat. Her nose pressed against his pubic, and her lips stretched wide around his shaft. She hummed, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. He groaned, his hips jerking as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. She swallowed, her eyes watering as she pulled back, a string of cum connecting her lips to his cock. She licked her lips, savoring the taste as she moved on to the next.
Lila, in the library, was taking her time, savoring each cock like a fine wine. She had swallowed two loads so far, her belly pleasantly warm. She was on her knees, her mouth full of a third cock, her head bobbing slowly as she took him deep. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he fucked her mouth, his hips moving in time with her.
She looked up at him, her eyes locking with his as she took him deeper, her nose pressing against his pubic bone. He groaned, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. She swallowed, her eyes never leaving his as she pulled back, a satisfied smile on her lips.
Sasha, in the music room, was putting on a show. She had swallowed four loads, her belly full and warm. She was on her knees, her mouth and throat working in tandem as she took the fifth cock deep. Her head bobbed in time with the music, her body swaying as she moved. She was a symphony of sucking, her moans harmonizing with the instruments.
She took him deeper, her nose pressing against his pubic bone, her lips stretched wide around his shaft. He groaned, his hips jerking as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. She swallowed, her eyes rolling back as she pulled away, a string of cum connecting her lips to his cock. She licked her lips, her tongue swiping at the remnants as she moved on to the next.
Mimi, in the computer lab, was a whirlwind of sucking and swallowing. She had already taken down five guys, her belly sloshing with cum. She was on her knees, her small hands working quickly as she freed the sixth cock from his pants. She looked up at him, her big eyes innocent and eager as she took him into her mouth.
Her head bobbed, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, her moans vibrating against his skin. He groaned, his hips jerking as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. She swallowed, her eyes watering as she pulled back, a satisfied smile on her lips.
Ana, at the bar, was living up to her insatiable reputation. She had swallowed six loads, her belly distended and warm. She was on her knees, her mouth full of the seventh cock, her head bobbing as she took him deep. Her tongue worked overtime, her moans vibrating against his skin. He groaned, his hips jerking as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. She swallowed, her eyes rolling back as she pulled away, a string of cum connecting her lips to his cock.
As the night wore on, the girls showed no signs of slowing down. Becca had moved on to the basketball team, her mouth and throat working tirelessly as she swallowed load after load. Lila had found a group of poetry majors, their sensitive souls pouring their hearts out as she sucked them dry. Sasha was in the theater department, her audience growing as word spread of her talents. Mimi had taken over the science lab, her little maid out starkly contrasting the sterile environment. Ana, meanwhile, had turned the bar into a nal buffet, a line of eager participants waiting for their turn.
Becca was a sight to behold, her blonde pigtails drenched in sweat, her mascara running down her cheeks. She was on her knees, her face a mess of cum and smeared lipstick. She had lost count of how many loads she had swallowed, her belly sloshing with each movement. She looked up at the next in line, her eyes glazed but determined as she took his cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed, her throat working as she swallowed him deep.
The basketball player groaned, his hips moving in time with her. He looked down, his eyes meeting hers as she took him deeper, her nose pressing against his pubic bone. He grunted, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. Becca swallowed, her throat working overtime as she pulled back, a string of cum connecting her lips to his cock. She licked her lips, her tongue swiping at the remnants as she moved on to the next.
Lila, in the poetry corner, was lost in a haze of words and cum. Her mouth was full of the tenth cock of the night, her head bobbing as she sucked. The poet above her moaned, his hands tangled in her hair as he fucked her mouth, his hips moving in time with her. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his as she took him deeper, her throat working as she swallowed him down.
He groaned, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. Lila swallowed, her eyes never leaving his as she pulled back, a satisfied smile on her lips. “You’re an artist,” he breathed, his eyes glazed with pleasure. Lila smirked, her tongue running over her lips as she moved on to the next.
Sasha was the star of the show in the theater department. She was on stage, her red hair a wild mane around her face, her clothes discarded somewhere backstage. She was on her knees, her mouth full of the twelfth cock of the night, her head bobbing as she sucked. The audience watched, their eyes wide with awe and lust as she performed.
She took him deeper, her nose pressing against his pubic bone, her lips stretched wide around his shaft. He groaned, his hips jerking as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. Sasha swallowed, her eyes rolling back as she pulled away, a string of cum connecting her lips to his cock. She licked her lips, her tongue swiping at the remnants as she stood up, her eyes scanning the crowd for the next volunteer.
Mimi, in the science lab, was a vision of debauchery. Her maid outfit was torn and disheveled, her hair a mess of tangles. She was on her knees, her small hands working quickly as she freed the eighteenth cock of the night from his pants. She looked up at him, her big eyes innocent and eager as she took him into her mouth.
Her head bobbed, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, her moans vibrating against his skin. He groaned, his hips jerking as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. Mimi swallowed, her eyes watering as she pulled back, a satisfied smile on her lips. She looked around, her eyes landing on a newcomer, a gleam of excitement in her eyes as she crawled over to him.
Ana, at the bar, was a force to be reckoned with. She was a goddess of debauchery, her black dress clinging to her curves, her hair a wild mane around her face. She had lost count of how many loads she had swallowed, her belly distended and warm. She was on her knees, her mouth full of the twentieth cock of the night, her head bobbing as she sucked.
The bar was silent, save for the wet sounds of her mouth and the occasional groan of pleasure. She took him deeper, her nose pressing against his pubic bone, her lips stretched wide around his shaft. He groaned, his hips jerking as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. Ana swallowed, her eyes rolling back as she pulled away, a string of cum connecting her lips to his cock. She licked her lips, her tongue swiping at the remnants as she looked up at the next in line, a wicked smile on her face.
As the night wore on, the girls began to feel the strain of their endeavor. Becca’s jaw ached, her throat sore from the endless stream of cocks. She had moved on to the soccer team, her mouth and throat working tirelessly as she swallowed load after load. She looked up at the next in line, her eyes glazed but determined as she took his cock into her mouth.
Lila, in the poetry corner, was starting to feel the weight of the night in her belly. She had swallowed nineteen loads, her stomach distended and warm. She was on her knees, her mouth full of the twentieth cock of the night, her head bobbing as she sucked. The poet above her moaned, his hands tangled in her hair as he fucked her mouth, his hips moving in time with her.
Sasha, on stage, was a vision of exhaustion and determination. Her red hair was plastered to her face, her manmade mess of smears and streaks. She had swallowed twenty-five loads, her belly sloshing with each movement. She was on her knees, her mouth full of the twenty-sixth cock of the night, her head bobbing as she sucked.
Mimi, in the science lab, was a mess of cum and sweat. Her maid outfit was a distant memory, her body a canvas of bodily fluids. She had swallowed twenty-nine loads, her belly distended and warm. She was on her knees, her small hands working quickly as she freed the thirtieth cock of the night from his pants. She looked up at him, her big eyes innocent and eager as she took him into her mouth.
Ana, at the bar, was a sight to behold. Her black dress was torn and disheveled, her hair a wild mane around her face. She had swallowed thirty-four loads, her belly distended and warm. She was on her knees, her mouth full of the thirty-fifth cock of the night, her head bobbing as she sucked.
As the clock struck midnight, the girls began to slow down, their bodies aching and their bellies full. Becca leaned back, her mouth full of the forty-first load of the night, her throat working as she swallowed. She looked up at the soccer player, a satisfied smile on her face as she pulled away, a string of cum connecting her lips to his cock.
Lila swallowed the thirty-eighth load of the night, her eyes watering as she pulled back, a satisfied smile on her lips. She looked around, her eyes landing on the poet, a gleam of accomplishment in her eyes.