No condoms

"Good" the man said. "I'll bring over all the boys I can get. But..."

Jill waited to hear the condition. She stipulated that she'd do anything, and she would. She was more excited to have more men than she was worried about what this one would say next.

"Fuck these condoms. My boys take you without them or not at all." Then he stood there.

It took Jill a few seconds to realize that the man was waiting for a response, She took in a deep breath, hoping he wasn't getting angry that she hadn't answered. She didn't think an answer was necessary. As if it could possibly be 'no'.

"Of course." She said hoarsely.

he man awarded her decision with a smile. "Stay here. I gotta get a call out to my guys. But they'll all come tonight."

"It already is tonight?" Jill said quietly. She didn't know exactly what time it was but she'd been fucking all day, she knew that. It had to be seven or eight a clock.

"I said they'll come tonight. You got it? Don't leave." He seemed upset and Jill didn't want to upset him.

"I would never." she said.

"Good," the man headed out the door but not before turning back. "And don't clean yourself off." And he was gone.

Jill turned to her professor. "Will you wait with me?"

Jill and Professor Klein sat in the auditorium, Jill still naked, the gobs of cum drying tightly on her skin, the professor still in just a t-shirt and panties.

Jill stared down at her C-cup breasts and her curly bush, all soaked through in jizz as time and oxygen cleared her brain. It was difficult to make sense of what had happened that day, of whether she would be able to, or really wanted to go back to her old life. What would her friends think, or her family? What would they think of her at Hebrew School?

Time ticked by. Soon it was past ten, then midnight, then two in the morning. The auditorium was empty but for them.

Professor Klein continued to reinforce her. "I'm proud of you Jill." she said again.

"Thank you." Jill answered.

"Don't thank me. you earned it."

"No," Jill clarified. "I mean, thank you for the assignment."

"Do you understand things about yourself that you didn't before?" the professor asked.

Jill nodded. "I understand that I need black cock. I think I'll always need it now."

The professor greeted that with a smile. "Don't worry, a pretty and easy girl like you... it won't be hard to get. Here honey, I have something for you." The professor disappeared around a corner and returned with a stick of ruby red lipstick. She helped Jill apply it. There was no mirror to see, but Jill felt good about it. She felt like it made her look like a true tramp.

As they talked into the morning, Jill looked up and down her professor's body. She wasn't wearing a bra under her t-shirt and her nipples were hard in the cold night air. Jill wondered what the professor had been doing during the day's orgy. 'Watching and enjoying' she'd said. Was it possible that her professor was masturbating to the sight of her orgy? Why else would she be clad only in panties? The thought truly made Jill proud.

Professor Klein's reputation was one shrouded in mystery. Everyone knew she was a freak when it came to handing out assignments, but her pants were notoriously impossible to get into. Still at some point as two o'clock in the morning turned into three o'clock Jill had to try.

"Do this with me." she said unprovoked. The professor answered with a hesitant smile. "Please." Jill immediately decided she wasn't above begging. "I've already done this once by myself." and she could still feel the pain in her slit and ass. She could still taste the salty cum in her throat. "I want this time to be special. I want it with you." She could tell that Professor Klein was agitated, horny, excited, but still wouldn't say yes.

"If I do this with you, half of these guys will end up fucking me. It'll be harder to meet your assignment." The professor argued.

But the idea of more sex didn't dissuade Jill. "I'll do whatever I have to. Please. I don't care about these guys..." that wasn't true. Jill longed to have more cock inside her. She felt so empty without it now. "I want you inside me."

And Professor Klein looked about to relent. "Well.... I don't..." when the auditorium doors finally swung open and a massive swarm of black men started pouring in, all athletic, all college-aged, a few years younger than Jill. Somewhere in the group must have been the man she'd talked to originally, hours ago. But there was no hope finding him now. Jill walked up to the first man she could reach.

"Are you from Washington U?" Jill asked.

"I'm from Washington State. The email went out to all the college football teams around here. Basketball teams too. He glanced up and down her naked body, crusted in cum. "You the slut?"

Finally Jill felt proud to answer. "Yes!"

"You look nasty. How many men you fucked today so far?" He smirked.

Jill didn't take the bait. "Are you here to ask questions or to fuck?" She felt bold. If she pissed him off, he'd only fuck her harder and that was okay with her.

"I wanna know first..." he went on but soon interrupted.

"If you want to have a conversation, get a girlfriend. I'm here to do one thing with my mouth. Let's go!"

And with that, Jill felt herself pushed to all fours, not by the black man in front of her, but by someone. It didn't matter. The crowd was filling in all around her.

What Jill didn't know was that her last comment had finally pushed Professor Klein over the edge, and she had been the one to push her down. As the first massive black cock pushed itself between Jill's lips, she felt something wetter and softer pushing itself into her pussy's lips. It was Professor Klein's tongue. And the realization sent waves of joy through every inch of Jill's body.

Jill couldn't see but she did her best to picture Professor Klein's face pushed into her wet pussy. The thought drove her as she bobbed from one big black cock to another.

Then she felt it. With Professor Klein's guidance, a massive, unwrapped black cock found it's way into her cunt. Then another into her ass. She could feel the warmth of the skin on skin this time, the throbbing veins, the moist flesh. And while her asshole and pussy had settled over the hours of waiting, as they were penetrated the fire came back. She didn't know how she'd make it through g-d knows how many more hours of this.

But she didn't care. Being filled like this was how she wanted to be. And she wanted to see Professor Klein being taken by the orgy too.

It took Jill a while to get herself turned around in the sea of horny black flesh. She'd already taken probably ten cocks in her mouth and on her face and five more in her ass and cunt before she was able to get Professor Klein into view.

The professor was up off the ground, completely nude, her legs wrapped around one man as he thrust into her, another behind her sandwiching her with his big cock firmly in her ass.

Jill wondered how many students had had the honor of seeing this. The professor was beautiful. Her blonde hair filled with sweat and falling into her face. Her breasts D-cups probably, bigger than Jill had expected, bouncing with every thrust. Jill felt herself falling in love.

As Jill watched her professor get pounded, the pain in her body finally started to fade and turn to joyful numbness. She could still feel prick after prick pushing themselves into her, and she imagined she was wildly abnormally loose at this point, but the pain had been replaced by a sense of sexual euphoria. Her eyes followed Professor Klein as she transitioned from one man to another, one cock to another, down onto her knees, then all fours, then onto her back, then on top of a man. As cum seemed to rain down onto her professor and herself.

Then Jill felt something amazing. So much so that her eyes rolled into her head for a moment and she slipped off her elbows, her face smacking the ground in a pool of cum. Or was the cum already on her face and dripping off? There was a man shoving a cock into her ass so massive she couldn't comprehend. But she paused and tried to focus hard on it. No, it wasn't one man's giant cock, it was two. Two penetrations in her ass.

Oh g-d, she thought, now that she's felt this, could she ever live without it? She kept focusing on the sensation, with no real clue how they could even be fitting inside her. As the sound of flesh slapping on flesh surrounded her, she took a second to stick out her tongue and lap at the puddle of cum beneath her. At that moment, three more gobs of jizz fell onto her face.

As the two cocks finally exposed and pulled themselves out of her Jill felt a tinge of disappointment. They were quickly replaced with one cock. It felt like a finger. It felt almost like nothing at all.

What must have been hours passed. Hours of Jill taking more cocks and more cocks and watching her beautiful professor do the same. Once in a while Professor Klein would scream "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" in a moment of excitement. Jill wanted to scream too but she had no voice, she had no energy.

Jill felt like a sponge, with cum not just on the surface but soaked through her deep. What had started off as a trickle of cum from her full pussy had become a massive constant gush down her inner thighs. At some point in the evening Jill had lost any clear vision, staring only up at a filter of white goop. Her curly hair, she could tell was wet throughout, straight now and sticking onto her skin, as if she'd just been for a swim. Except it was all semen.

Finally, though she felt hands clearing the cum from her eyes. It was Professor Klein kneeling before her. Her face dripping with cum too, but not nearly as much as Jill's. After all, the professor hadn't had a morning session like Jill. Or was that last orgy in the morning? All time was fading away.

"Are we done?" Jill asked as men still pounded into her.

"Not even close." The professor smiled.

Jill returned the smile. "Can I do this forever?"

"You have to eat at some point." the professor admitted.

"I've eaten a lot today." Jill said breathlessly.

"Good. I have more for you." Professor Klein answered. Jill didn't quite understand so the professor continued. "I tried to tell them to cum in you but some of them didn't listen. So this is yours."

Professor Klein laid down on her back in front of Jill and spread her glorious bald pussy, exposing a massive collection of cum.

Jill leaned down and buried her wet face, lapping at it, collecting the cum onto her tongue and then rolling it back into her throat. It seemed to last forever. There was so much cum inside Professor Klein's vagina.

It didn't take hours to lick Professor Klein clean, but all time lost meaning and Jill was so focused that she had no comprehension off anything outside the Professor's generous hole and the men who kept thrusting their manhoods inside hers.

At some point Jill lost the energy to thrust back. But she didn't want to stop. She didn't want the men to think she was done. "Tell them to keep going." She said to the professor. And for the last few hours of the orgy Jill was still, but the professor helped, instructing the men to keep fucking, helping to jerk them off onto Jill's hair and face and tits and bush.

And Jill woke up surrounded by the smell of cum and sweat, staring up at the high auditorium ceiling. "What time is it?" she asked without any voice.

Still, the professor understood. "It's about three in the morning." she said.

"I thought we started at three in the morning." Jill tried to squeak out.

"It's three the next morning" the professor answered proudly.

Jill struggled to sit. "How... how many?"

"Oh, I don't know. Hundreds probably."

The Professor helped Jill to the auditorium locker rooms and stood her in front of a mirror. Jill looked a mess. Covered in cum, even more than before, more than she ever thought possible. Her hair plastered to her, her ruby red lipstick smudged across her entire face. Her body covered in red marks and bruises, not from men being violent but from so many men in such a short time.

"You look beautiful" the professor said. Jill smiled.

Then a deep shower and breakfast. The shower got the smell of cum out of Jill's hair and skin. But the taste might never be gone from the back of her tongue.

Jill wondered as they sat in a nearby diner, dressed, presentable, if the waiter could ever have guessed what they had just done for two days.

"Do I pass?" Jill asked. "I know we lost count but..."

"Yes, you pass dear." Professor Klein answered. "You can go back to your old life now."

The sound of that almost made Jill cry. "I don't want to go back to my old life. My old life was so... boring. I was so... nice."

"What is it that you want?" The professor asked.

"I want to do that again" Jill said. "And again. I don't think I could live without it."

The professor grinned. "I know the feeling."

Jill shoveled a piece of pancake into her mouth. It felt strange to have anything other than cock in her mouth. "How long? how many?" She wanted to know the details. Professor Klein was her hero.

"I've been staging orgies twice a year since I was in college. Probably about twenty years now."

"That's how many men?" Jill couldn't believe that her clit was beginning to tickle again, already. There was no end to it.

"About four thousand." the professor said. "but a lot of repeats I'm sure."

"You've been with four thousand men?" Jill was shocked.

"I've been with about ten thousand men. I make it a point to fuck at least every other day and have been since I was younger than you."

"How is that even possible?" Jill asked, picturing a great future for herself.

"Don't you want to find out?" The professor asked.

'I do!' Jill thought 'I do! I do! I do!'

"Good" the professor said. "So how do you do it?"