Fraternity Brothers' Wild Sorority Sister Gangbang

I was still dripping from the charity car wash when Jake’s black Jeep pulled up to the curb of the off-campus frat house. My white bikini top had turned practically transparent after hours of being soaked by water balloons and hoses, and the four senior brothers—Jake, Tyler, Marcus, and Derek—had spent the entire afternoon pretending not to stare at my hard nipples while they “supervised.”

Now the sun had gone down and the four of them were looking at me like I was the main course.

“Come on in, Kayla,” Jake said, voice low and smooth as he held the door open. At twenty-two he was the oldest, broad-shouldered with a cocky grin that made my stomach flip. “We’ve got a private thank-you planned. Just for you.”

Tyler, the tall, tattooed one with the dirty blond hair, brushed past me close enough that his arm grazed the side of my breast. “You look fucking edible in that top, sweetheart. We’ve been talking about it all afternoon.”

My cheeks burned, but my pussy gave a shameless throb. I was only nineteen, a brand-new sorority sister, and I’d never been around this much raw male hunger before. It felt dangerous. It felt perfect.

Inside, the living room was dim, lit only by a couple of lamps and the blue glow of a muted TV. A bottle of tequila and four shot glasses already waited on the coffee table. Marcus, dark-skinned and built like a linebacker, poured five generous shots while Derek—lean, pierced, and always the quiet one—watched me with hooded eyes that made my thighs press together.

They crowded me immediately. Four big, athletic bodies in basketball shorts and tank tops, smelling like sun, chlorine, and pure testosterone. I could feel the heat rolling off them.

“First shot’s for our favorite sorority girl,” Tyler said, handing me a glass. “But we’re playing dares tonight. You in?”