Naughty brat punished by three

Warning: Dubious consent themes. Do not read if offended by hardcore erotica.

I had been doing very well in college, but I had been told that I had been slipping recently, and I knew why. The fact of the matter was that these days I liked dick a whole lot more than I liked studying.

Why would I want to spend all night studying when I could be out partying and taking on several well-hung studs all at once?

The guys in the college had all figured out what a slut I was, and indeed the other day I had taken on three of them all at once. We had ended up back at their place after a drunken night out and before I knew it I was on my back, legs open, taking one dick after another.

I remembered the feeling of all that man meat pumping me, of the feeling of one ejaculation after another inside me. I remembered the look in the guy’s eyes because they couldn’t believe how much of a whore I was, the look on their faces when I sucked their cocks like a professional, the ‘holy shits’ when I had got down on all fours, stuck my ass in the air then demanded they abuse that nasty shithole.

And so it went. I gave blow jobs in backs alleys, blow jobs in toilets, I was even skipping class when one guy texted me to say he had some friends from out of town looking for some tight teeny cunt to bang. When I thought about it, class with Mr Dean was so boring, and I would much rather have taken on multiple cock than listen to him.

Then one day, Mr Harris, the head of the college, called me into his office.

“Sally, I have heard that you have been up to some, shall we say, unusual activities. You are giving this college a bad name. We know that you have a brain, that you are not stupid. You just need to apply yourself. What do you think of all that?”

I just looked at my nails, I wasn’t really interested.

“Your parents will be very disappointed if you continue like this, I think we should have a meeting Sally.”

“Isn’t this a meeting?”

“A real meeting I mean. After classes today, we can have it downstairs where there will be privacy.”

“Sounds weird, but ok, whatever.”

So I went down the stairs he told me about at the end of the day, and it turned out they led down into a dark cellar under the college. This was getting stranger by the second, and I felt pretty uncomfortable. I could hardly see.

“Mr Harris?” My voice echoed in the darkness.

“Hello Sally, glad you could make it.”

Mr Harris stepped out of the darkness in front of me, and it took a few seconds for my brain to register what my eyes were seeing. He was naked. There he was in all his glory. He clearly kept in shape, because I was looking at a well-honed physique, and I was also looking at a gigantic hard cock, long, thick and drooling. I could just make out the blue veins in the dim light as he came toward me.

And behind him I could see another two shapes slowly emerging out of the darkness. What the hell? It was Mrs Green and Mr Dean, two of the college professors, and they were both naked as well.

“I have been told me that you have been a very bad girl Sally, that you used to be very well-behaved and were on course to be a bright student. But now you have become a very bad girl Sally. You have turned into a dirty slut who is more interested in spreading her legs for all the guys rather than getting good grades. Is this true Sally? Have you become the college whore?”