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The Coed Cumslut Cult lived right next door and you had no idea. You watched the hotties whenever your wife wasn’t looking. It wasn’t until they lured you inside that you learned the truth. The beautiful college girls planned to keep you for their own deviant needs, forever.

Sometimes it was hard to tell who lived there, and who was only sleeping over. Oh, but how you enjoyed watching the constant stream of eye candy at the house next door. You assumed it was some type of sorority house. They were coeds to be certain. They were cumsluts according to your cock. You were home alone when I called.

Somehow, we had busted a pipe and water was everywhere. “Please! Can you come over and help us?” Being the good neighbor that you are, of course you agreed to help. I met you at our door, “I’m Shea. I’m the one that called. Hurry! It’s in the kitchen. I’ll show you.” When you got to the kitchen, what you saw was a sea of beautiful girls. You noticed that no one seemed frantic and that the expected deluge of water was absent.

The Coed Cumslut Cult stared at you with almost disguised hunger.

You looked around with wonder. Most of the nubile girls were wearing very little clothes. Some were wearing none at all. You stuttered when you asked the location of the leaky pipe. I had to confess that it was a ruse to get you into our house. You started to mutter something about your wife. You even tried to leave. The halfhearted attempt was easy to thwart. The gentle caresses from my sisters stopped you in your tracks. Soft and low, lulling at the edge of your hearing, my sisters started sing. It is a chant.

My Coed Cumslut Cult uses it to ensnare our cum-donors. It is working quite well on you. Lost, you soon in a place where only we exist. Every touch and kiss is a new level of euphoria. They continue to sing. “We need you,” a voice raises from the harmony.

Another voice whispers in your ear, “Won’t you stay with us?”

All your clothes disappeared, but you were unaware that. You exist only on the waves of their chant. There could have been 100 voices, or only one. You couldn’t be certain. Whispers overlapped and echoed. Words weaved their way around the chant and in unison. “We are hungry. Feed us. So hungry. Stay with us. Will you be ours? Hungry. Stay. Feed us. Forever. Yes. Forever.” Somewhere far in the distance you hear yourself reply, “I am yours.” The warmth of orgasmic pleasure washes over you.

A solid voice calls to you from above the chant. It instructs you to look down. It is difficult for you to focus. You watch every member of my Coed Cumslut Cult takes her turn on her knees in front of you. Each new face looks up at you as she wraps her lips around your cock. Every suck brings a new wave of pleasure. We are so glad you are here with us, because we can never satiate our hunger, for cum.