Chapter 1 - The smartest plan

Fingers threaded through Connie’s thick black hair as she settled down on her knees. The gymnasium floor was too hard to be comfortable, but her attention was entirely focused on what was happening above her as the man standing over her fished out his dick and a fat, heavy schlong slapped her right on the face, covering up her left eye entirely. She sniffed his dick like a dog hunting for scents in the grass while he tugged her face up against his shaft.

“Holy fuck, this little whore is more dick-hungry than that bitchy doctor we railed last night,” one of the guys commented. Connie flushed. She didn’t usually find herself on her knees and with a hard, smelly dick rubbing against her face, but then again, this was International Women’s Day. It had become something of a running gag to harass women all over campus on this day in particular, and Connie had intended to put a stop to it.

Behind her, she could hear her friend, Hermione Granger, protesting as she was put into a similar situation. The witch’s academic talents were clearly not being appreciated, judging by the sounds of one uppity British student being wrestled into place by men twice her size. Of course, it had been her idea to invite a group of male students in to see a preview of the presentation they had created together on women’s rights. She had pointed out that this group of fratty douchebags was exactly the audience they needed to reach. That audience’s apparent intent to respond with facefucks instead of feedback had been hard to foresee.

But still, Connie didn’t feel that bad for her.

She did feel a big ol’ dick on her face. Other bros surrounded her, jerking their dicks in her direction like she was on the set of a cheap porno. She was encircled by a sea of dicks that thudded and whacked her skin as if they were testing drumsticks on her face. Connie couldn’t see or smell anything but cock. These were the same men who smacked her ass on the sidewalk when they weren’t making fun of her looks or treating her like an accessory at a party. She opened her mouth to tell them off, and promptly got her first taste of dick. 

The hands in her hair tugged her forward while she gurgled with wide eyes and stretched lips. Her tongue wasn’t nearly strong enough to expel the girthy invader. Nor did her hands on his legs provide much leverage; he didn’t budge no matter how hard she shoved. Still, he slapped her hands away like swatting an annoying bug. The sudden loss of support meant her lips slid down his cock toward the base, and Connie gave in and sucked.

She tightened her lips around his dick, feeling him throb and harden in her mouth. Her tongue nuzzled the head of his cock while her cheeks drew in around him to squeeze him tight. His fingers wound tighter into her hair, and her head bobbed in response, sliding her lips up and down his cock, leaving a trail of her saliva glistening on the end of his rod every time she drew back. Other boys grabbed her wrists and put her hands on their dicks, and all of a sudden Connie was in the middle of her first ever blowbang, pleasing a bunch of men on her knees for reasons she was having trouble calling to mind.

“That’s it, you dirty little curry gobbler. You’re going to drink down my seed like it’s coconut milk.”

Connie bristled. Indian curries didn’t actually use coconut milk very often, that was more of a Thai thing. Hard to imagine that they would be very interested in the lecture on regional culinary variation. Still, she felt obligated to try, for pride if not for reason. The next time her lips drew up the head of his cock, she opened her mouth to speak. “Actually, in India we GLMPH?!” The discussed ended where her throat began. He pulled her face down the length of his cock, spearing her like he needed to stick a tube down her throat for medical purposes. Connie had never even choked on a real sausage. 

“GLURRK GLURGGH! GUCK! GAGGH GACK GLUAARGH!”

“That’s it, brownie, swallow my cock. Just pretend you’re your mom getting immigration papers.” Connie’s soft hands pumped cocks on either side of her face. Cameras went off in her eyes, making her blink and see spots from the lights. Her mouth was full of cock and drool, slime from her throat coating his cock and spilling out of her mouth as she gagged over and over.

Finally he pulled out of her throat. Connie’s shoulders slumped as she gasped for air while thick strands of drool extended from her lips to his cock. Being facefucked was almost as tiring as a full workout, and not nearly as frequently recommended by medical specialists. 

“Hey, gook.”

Connie glanced up and got a cumshot right in the face for her trouble. His seed dripped down her skin while she tried to collect herself. “Gook is Vietnamese. You really have us Southeast Asians all mixed up.” He put his balls on her tongue and asked her how the falafel tasted.

Meanwhile, Hermione was getting acquainted with her first cock. She had always taken school seriously, and no exception was made for her college career. If these boys would spend more time studying and less time sticking their dicks in her mouth, they’d all probably have much better grades.

Alas, they’d gone with the option of sticking their dicks in her mouth. Maybe she’d struggled a bit too much, because her arms had been pulled up high above her head and held together by her wrists in one strong hand. Other hands curled into her hair or copped feels of her breasts through her shirt. 

“So, you and Connie, is this like some colonialism shit?”

Hermione scowled up at her interlocutor. How was she supposed to answer him and suck his dick at the same time? And since he definitely preferred she suck his dick, he was clearly just making fun of her. Still, she popped her lips off of the head she had been sucking to answer. “Colonialism was almost as barbaric as you are, I don’t know what you think Connie and I have to do with it.”

“You’re British, she’s Indian, this is your way of making it up to her for years of oppression.” He thwacked her face with his cock. “Isn’t it, ho?”

She stuck out her tongue to cushion the next blow. “I really don’t see how this is paying her back.”

“Maybe she’s paying you back.” Two dicks were stuffed into her mouth from opposite sides, pushing out her cheeks so that she looked like an chipmunk with a sex addiction. She might have commented on how gay it was to have two dicks in such close proximity, but her normally articulate manner was failing her. “Ahyahayahaaa,” was about the best she could do.

When she looked back on previous years, she would have never expected to find herself giving blowjobs on International Women’s Day. But experience had taught her that boys didn’t really care about it, even though it was one of the most important days of the year. She hoped that by showing them how stimulating today could be, they’d show it more appreciation in the future. Though she wasn’t sure how well she had communicated the idea to Connie before the boys had descended on them.

The men seemed pleased, at any rate. They withdrew their cocks from her mouth so she could lick their scrotums, sniffing her way from sack to sack and polishing each one with her tongue until it was wet and glistening.

“Damn, this limey cunt gobbles nuts like a squirrel,” one laughed.

Hermione made a face. “I’m not gobbling anything, I’m cleaning your ugly balls off.”

“Kiss my dick, bitch.” She did, planting a kiss with closed eyes right on the tip of his cock. She started sucking him warmly, with a mischievous smirk showing at the corners of her stuffed lips. Boys really were too easy. Get their dicks wet, and they were putty in your hands.

She switched off the cock she was sucking to lick and caress the next one with her lips and tongue. He groaned appreciatively. “Think we finally know what you’re doing in the library at all hours, Granger.”

“I wasn’t sucking cock, if that’s what you’re implying.”

“Take it deeper, whore.”

She sucked five or six inches into her mouth and held him there for a moment before moving on. The next boy just wanted to fuck her face, which she let him do for several minutes until her hair was a mess and her eyes watery. He came down her throat with his hands on her head and her face up against his crotch, cheeks turning red as she held her breath and swallowed his cum until he released her.

“Whew,” she gasped, settling back on her knees and fanning her face with one hand. “You boys really like to ride me rough.”

They were indeed already planning to make sure that Hermione had plenty of company in her dorm room and in the library bathroom at all times. Connie too.

The Indian girl was beet red through her dark complexion. She knelt on the floor with her hands clasped together. “P-please let me….” She trailed off, finding it incredibly embarrassing to actually say the words.

“Come on, use your words,” said the man waiving his cock under her nose. Her eyes were glued to it, following his dick back and forth.”

“Please let me suck your cock!” 

He pushed his hips forward, and Connie opened her mouth to swallow him, but he pulled back. Confused, she craned her body forward to try to get his dick into her mouth until she had to place her hands on the floor for balance, shoulders down, bowed in supplication.

“That’s it, you little slut, worship my cock like it’s one of your gods. Moo like a holy cow.”

“MOOOO!” Connie’s voice vibrated through the air. 

“There it is, you dumb bitches think cows are fucking magic, right? Give me another moo.”

“MOOOOOOO!” Connie trembled from the humiliation. She wanted to stuff his cock down her throat, but he just scratched her head like she was a pet.

“Good bitch, your ancestors must be so proud of you.”

“Sh-shut up!”

That was apparently the wrong answer. He sat down and tugged her face into her lap and made her throat his cock until she was out of breath and choking like a whore. At the moment that her eyes were starting to roll up, he came so hard down her throat that it spurted out her nose.

Facefucking her into oblivion for a moment of uppityness seemed like a popular idea. Connie had to get used to breathing through a thick layer of drool and cum collected at the back of her mouth in between the few spare moments between having cum pumped down her throat and the next guy plugging her mouth up with his dick. They passed her around like a plate of hot naan bread. Degrading words pushed her from cock to cock as much as their fists did, and Connie found herself writhing under the constant torrent of abuse. She was getting an encyclopedic tour of every dirty thing a girl could be called. When she turned her eyes up reproachfully to one man who asked her if this was what feminism was all about, she got a gob of spit between her eyes. 

Delirious and drooling spit and cum from the whirlwind of cock and humiliation, she moaned helplessly as they lifted her onto her feet. Hands squeezed her ass, thighs and tits, groping her like they were testing the quality of a slab of meat before bending her over and feeding her more dick. A hot fever of arousal and submissive need to get plowed filled her even more thoroughly than all the cock and cum. Her hips twitched in the air, shaking her ass while they laughed and spanked her so hard that she squealed. When they finally let her go, she fell onto her butt, knees up, heels on the floor, and her legs spread, trembling and spluttering.

“Sure does eat a lot of beef for a Hindu chick,” one sniggered while she choked on her own built-up drool in the back of her mouth. “How’re you liking the steak, fuckface?”

Connie coughed heavy wads of slime onto the gymnasium floor where the presentation was supposed to take place. “Fuck…you,” she panted, wiping goo off of her face with the back of her hand. “I’m not even practicing.” He pulled her shirt up above her chest and squeezed her tits roughly. She started blowing him in response.

“Hell yeah,” he groaned. “Looks like we officially converted you into a real cocklover. Just pretend I’m one of your teachers when you need your grade bumped up a letter.” She blushed but only tightened her cheeks against his shaft, turning herself into a vacuum cleaner for their cum.

Hermione realized that her plan to stay in control of the situation by toying with their dicks wasn’t going to work exactly when one of them made her spit his cum back onto his cock and then snort it off. While her nostrils burned, the rest of them tore at her clothes, letting her fight back just enough that she felt particularly helpless when they did finally strip her down to her underwear.

“Want to keep the bra, suckslut?”

“Y-yeah,” she said suspiciously.

“Simple game them. You have three minutes to make me cum.”

A throbbing cock was presented to her. Hermione rolled her eyes. “You’ll cum in two, dumbass.”

He grabbed her by the curls of her bushy brown hair and shoved her face down his cock. Rather than simply fucking her face though, he held her firmly against his crotch, her nose in his pubes and his balls on her chin. Hermione counted the seconds. Five…six…seven…

…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty….

Fuck, she needed to breathe and he wasn’t letting her. Her tongue was completely wedged down by his cock, and her nose couldn’t get anything into her airway with her throat plugged up. She grabbed his legs, trying to force him back, but he simply held her wrists behind her back with one hand and kept her head in place.

…fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight….

This was so unfair. He was so much stronger than her. Her feet wriggled against the floor, her throat squeezed, her gag reflex made her body shake, but that was all she could do. Her air was running out. It made her vision sway, and her nose sucked harder, getting nothing but the scent of a guy who smelled like he had probably fucked his girlfriend’s ass before showing up here. She needed get his dick out of her mouth.

…ninety…something? Ninety-six? Fuck. Ninety six, ninety…fuck. Fuck!

Hermione’s entire body heaved. Her guts were trying to expel the invader. Slime from her throat oozed around his cock, but he just held her firmly in place.

One hundred and something. One hundred and something one. One hundred and fuck fuck fuck fuck!

Hermione was retching constantly, for all the good it was doing her. One hundred and…oh, god, I’m going to fucking pass out or puke.

Two guys walked up quickly and nutted on either side of her face. Hermione puked.

Ten seconds later, she heard the beep of a timer going off. He released her and pulled out of her mouth. Hermione doubled over and upchucked, spilling her guts onto the floor, barely registering his cum splattering her hair and back. The taste and smell of acid were on her tongue and burning inside her nose. They undid her bra and tossed it in the mess while she rolled over, gasping.

For her panties, someone had the bright idea of blindfolding her with them and making her suck their cocks. After she had tasted each guy, they switched places and had her guess who was who by tonguing their balls. When she leaned her tongue in and tasted ass instead, she knew she had been played, but she still tried to keep it competitive. Still, after eating ass and getting half a dozen loads on her face, she lifted her panties to see that she hadn’t even been close.

Someone patted her on the head. “Nice try, whore.”

Naked as the day she was born, Hermione had to put up with their hands all over her body, fingers running over her tongue and pulling her cheeks apart. As a test of her academic knowledge, Hermione was set to imitating barnyard animals while sucking cock. She begged for dick like a dog, licked cum off herself like a cat, ate ass like a goat, and brayed like a donkey on command. They set her next to Connie, who still had most of her clothes, to moo alongside her. On their hands and knees, moaning like beasts, they sucked cock together, tongues running over the sides of a shaft and licking the resulting jets of cum off each other’s cheeks.

“This is what you had planned for International Women’s Day?” Connie whispered to her while they held each other’s hands and sucked the nuts of a lucky guy.

“You have to admit, they’ll mark the day on their calendar next year,” Hermione answered around half of a fat, hairy sack. 

“You have pubes in your teeth, bitch.”

Hermione wanted to keep giving blowjobs, but the big-dicked males facefucking them had other ideas. She protested weakly as they dragged her by her hair across the gymnasium floor. While they positioned her on her knees and elbows, she glanced over and saw that Connie was doing what one of the guys called the “Vishnu,” which apparently involved two cocks in her mouth, two cocks in her hands, two cocks in her ears, and a cock fucking each of her armpits. It was so unlike anything she expected to ever see Connie doing that she barely noticed the men  getting into place around her. Eight cocks started cumming on and in Connie all at once, flooding her with a veritable Indian monsoon of ballsnot just as three cocks pushed inside each one of Hermione’s holes, making her eyes roll up and her entire lower body grip down on the invaders. They bounced her slender young body between them like a pinball. Nearby, Connie was begging for more cock, but Hermione’s mind was blank. All she could register were the muscular hips driving against her from both ends and the cock nutting down her throat.

Connie was thrown down beside her, naked and with her thighs forced apart by a strong pair of hands. Her howl as her ass was split open was muffled by Hermione’s lips on hers. Hermione felt Connie’s tongue wriggling inside her mouth and realized the bitch was stealing all the cum! She whined for someone to give her more, and was obligingly spitroasted a moment later.

Much of what passed after that was a blur.  Hermione vaguely recalled that she and Connie held hands back-to-back while they got facefucked. She knew that pictures of them with dicks in their mouths and cum on their faces and hair got texted to their moms from their phones. They’d scissored each other just to be laughed at, and they’d swapped cum and made out while guys showered them with more of their sperm.

They’d licked each other clean as best they could, then meekly let the boys wash them off with their piss. Finally, the two cocksleeves were told to squat by their posters for International Women’s Day. Tongues out and their hands holding up their tits to the crowd, the final pictures of the day were uploaded to the webpage Connie had made for the event.

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“Honestly,” said Connie, “I—ugh!—wish you—MMN!—would have—fuck!—warned me.” The day after International Women’s Day, Connie was lying on her bed in her dorm, getting pounded against the headboard. Hermione was squatting on the floor, jerking off a cock onto her face.

“I didn’t know this was going to—mmf, mmp, mwah, mwah,” Hermione stroked his cum onto her tongue and waved it at him before swallowing. “This wasn’t meant to be an open invitation.”

The door opened. Connie sighed as she saw the next group of men flooding in. 

“Come on, it’s just until the end of the semester,” Hermione said before she was picked up and shoved against the wall. Connie would have offered her rebuttal, but there were dicks to suck. 

All in all, it was an unusually sperm-filled day. 