All-Gaping Asses Sorority Anal Orgy

The common room of the Alpha Gamma Alpha house held the evening in its heavy curtains and gave it back as warm gold across the rug. Tamara, twenty-one and a junior, stood barefoot beside the coffee table, one hand resting on a chilled bowl of fruit, watching the other three come in and shut the door behind them. Katarina, twenty-one, also a junior, shrugged out of her jacket and left it on a chair, already smiling the way she smiled when a night had a purpose. Their boyfriends followed without hesitation: Everett, twenty-two, Tamara's, broad through the shoulders and dark-eyed, and Winston, twenty-two, Katarina's, leaner, his mouth already parted. Both men were juniors at the same university. Both had agreed, before they ever climbed the stairs, that they were here to play and not to watch.

"Sit for a minute," Tamara said. "I want this said out loud before anybody's mouth is too busy to talk."

They sat. The room was plush on purpose: deep cushions, a low wide sectional, bottles of lube lined like candles, a basket of thick silicone toys, and the fruit cold from the kitchen. Grapes. Strawberries. Soft gummies in a little glass dish. Nothing else on the table. No phones. No glasses of anything but water. Just the four of them and the mess they had come to make.

Tamara touched the crest above the mantel. "The university calls us Alpha Gamma Alpha. Inside this house we joke and call it All Gaping Asses. That is not a dare and it is not a rumor. Most every day some of the girls, or all of the girls, join in. Long, consensual anal orgies. Nasty ass play that everybody in the room wants and starts. We do not get talked into it. We crave it. We initiate it."

Katarina leaned forward, elbows on her knees, robe already loose at the throat. "We lick each other's asses. We tongue-fuck them until the rim flutters and opens. We use toys on each other until the holes stay soft and wide. We fill each other with grapes, strawberries, gummies, whatever fits, and then we push them out into each other's asses or into waiting mouths. A gape gets a deep tongue. If one of us can prolapse, it gets sucked, excitedly, by as many girls as can get their mouths on it. Just kinky, filthy ass worship, all the time. That is the nickname. That is the house. That is what we invited you for."

Everett's hand found Tamara's thigh and stayed there, warm and sure. "And you want our asses in it too."

"Every ass in this room," she said. "Yours. Winston's. Ours. Tongues, toys, fruit, fucking, prolapsing if we can get there. Nobody sits out. If you want that, say it."

"I want it," Winston said at once. "I have wanted it since you described it. My ass is yours tonight. Both of yours. Use it."

"Same," Everett said, voice already rough. "Open me up. Feed me. Fuck me. I am not here to be gentle about any of it."

Katarina stood, and the robe slid off her shoulders to the rug. "Good. Then clothes off. We start on the floor, and we do not stop until every hole has been licked, stuffed, and sucked."

They stripped without ceremony. Shirts, pants, panties, briefs, all of it kicked aside until four naked adults stood in the lamplight, already hard, already wet, already reaching. Tamara pulled Everett down onto the rug and turned, presenting the full curve of her ass, and he did not wait for another word. His hands spread her, and his tongue dragged a slow, wet stripe from her cunt up over her hole. She gasped, pushed back, and he sealed his mouth there and tongue-fucked her in short, greedy thrusts, spit shining on her rim.

Katarina dropped to her knees behind Winston at the same moment, spread him with both thumbs, and licked him open like she had been hungry for it all day. "There," she said against his skin. "Push out for me. Let me in." He did, groaning, and her tongue speared past the ring, wet and insistent, fucking him while her hand stroked his cock. Tamara twisted, caught Katarina's hip, and hauled her sideways until the four of them were a writhing pile on the rug, mouths finding asses, asses pushing into mouths.

Everett buried his face between Katarina's cheeks and tongue-fucked her while Winston did the same to Tamara, and then they rolled again so the women could return it. Tamara spread Everett, spat, and drove her tongue deep into his ass, moaning at the way he clenched and then yielded. Katarina had Winston on his back with his knees up, her face mashed to his hole, tongue punching in and out while he swore and held himself open for her. The room filled with wet sounds and filthy talk.

"Deeper," Tamara panted. "Tongue-fuck my ass. Do not be polite about it."

"God, your hole is sucking me in," Winston said, and did as he was told, licking and thrusting until her rim fluttered around his tongue.

"My turn with a toy," Katarina said, breathless and grinning. She grabbed a thick, slick plug from the basket, worked lube over it with her fist, and pressed it to Tamara's already shining hole. Tamara bore down and took it, inch after thick inch, until the base sat flush and her mouth fell open. Everett held another toy to Winston's ass and pushed, slow and steady, while Winston nodded and said yes, yes, more, and the toy sank in to the hilt. Katarina took one herself, reaching back to work it in while Everett licked around the stretching rim, and then she turned and fed the last thick toy into Everett's ass, twisting it, fucking him with it until he was rocking back onto her hand.

"Fruit," Tamara said, voice shaky and bright. "Fill me. I want to push them into somebody."

Winston eased the toy out of her and watched her gape, pink and open, before he pressed a cold grape to the ring and pushed it in with two fingers. Another. A third. A strawberry, careful, the fruit cold against hot flesh, and she moaned and took it. Gummies followed, soft and sweet, packed in until she was full and clenching around the load. Katarina was next. Everett fed her grapes one by one, then strawberries, then a cluster of gummies, fucking them deeper with his fingers while she held her cheeks apart and begged for more. They did the men the same way. Tamara packed Winston's ass with grapes and a strawberry, kissing his rim between each push. Katarina stuffed Everett until he was panting, gummies and grapes seated deep, his hole flexing around her fingers.

"Push," Katarina ordered, dropping to her back beneath Tamara and opening her mouth. "Push them out into me."

Tamara bore down. A grape slipped free of her gape and landed on Katarina's tongue. A gummy followed, then the strawberry, crushed and sweet, and Katarina swallowed some and held some and reached up to tongue-fuck the open hole the fruit had left behind. "Deeper," Tamara gasped. "Get your tongue all the way in. Eat me out like that." Katarina did, tongue buried in the gape, filthy and loud about it, telling her how wide she was, how good she tasted, how she wanted the next one pushed straight into her own ass.

They shifted. Everett knelt with his ass over Winston's open mouth and pushed, and a grape dropped onto Winston's tongue, then another, and Winston licked up into the gape and tongue-fucked him while Everett groaned and fed him the rest. Katarina straddled Tamara's face in reverse, pushed a strawberry out of her own ass directly into Tamara's waiting gape, and both of them cried out at the filthy fit of it. Tamara's tongue followed the fruit in, deep, sloppy, encouraged by every moan.

"Yes, tongue-fuck that gape," Everett said, voice wrecked. "Do not stop. Push another one in while she is open."

They kept going, fruit to mouth, fruit to gape, tongues plunging into every stretched hole, toys sliding back in between loads, the pile rolling and grabbing and laughing in the middle of the filth because all of it was wanted and all of it was making them desperate for more.

The toys came back harder. Tamara slicked the thickest one and worked it into Katarina with long, relentless strokes, fucking her ass open while grapes still shifted inside her, until Katarina was shaking and pushing back, chasing the stretch. "More," Katarina said. "Stuff me and fuck me and make me gape. I want to prolapse for you. I want your mouth on it."

Tamara fucked her with the toy until the rim was soft and swollen, then pulled it free and pressed a handful of grapes and gummies in after, packing her full. Katarina bore down, moaning, and her ass flowered open, a deep wet gape that fluttered and would not close. Tamara stared, hungry, and slid two fingers in, then three, encouraging her. "Push, baby. Give it to me. Let it out."

Katarina pushed. The rosebud of her prolapse bloomed, pink and glistening, fruit-slick and perfect, and Tamara made a broken sound of pure want and sealed her mouth over it. She sucked, gently and then greedily, tongue swirling over the tender prolapse, licking it, nursing it, moaning into the heat of it while Katarina sobbed with pleasure and held her own cheeks wide. "Suck it," Katarina begged. "God, suck my prolapsed ass. Do not stop."

Tamara did not stop. She sucked and tongued the rosebud until Katarina was shaking, then pulled back just long enough to look at Everett. "Fuck her gape. Feed her while I suck."

Everett knelt in, cock heavy and wet at the tip, and pressed into the stretched hole above Tamara's mouth. The prolapse kissed his shaft as he sank in, and Katarina wailed, loving it, telling him to fuck her open, to use the gape, to go deep. He did, slow thick strokes that made the rosebud roll and shine, and Winston knelt by her face with strawberries and gummies, feeding them into her mouth and then, when Everett pulled out, pushing fruit straight into the gaping, prolapsed hole. Tamara lunged back in and sucked the fruit and the rosebud together, tongue plunging deep into the gape, filthy and devoted, while Katarina chanted yes, yes, tongue-fuck me, suck me, do not you dare be shy.

They switched. Everett eased out, and Winston took his place, fucking Katarina's ruined, beautiful hole while Tamara kept her mouth on the prolapse whenever the cock withdrew, sucking it excitedly, licking every fold, telling her how pretty it was, how she was going to live with her mouth on that rosebud. Grapes went in around Winston's cock. Gummies. A strawberry pushed in beside him, and when he pulled out the fruit tumbled into Tamara's waiting mouth from the gape itself, and she tongue-fucked the open ass to chase the juice.

"My turn," Tamara said, voice hoarse and thrilled. "Stuff me. Make me prolapse. I want every mouth on it."

They laid her on her back, knees up, ass offered. Katarina worked the thick toy into her with both hands, fucking her hard and deep, while Everett fed grapes and strawberries and gummies in alongside the toy, packing her until she was full and sobbing with how good the stretch felt. Winston licked her clit and her taint and the rim around the toy, encouraging her, telling her to open, to push, to give them the rosebud. The toy came out. Her gape fluttered, wide and dark and shining. She bore down, and the prolapse bloomed out of her, slick and pink and eager, and Katarina made a delighted sound and dove in.

She sucked Tamara's prolapsed ass like she had been waiting all year for it, mouth sealed, tongue stroking, moaning into the tender flesh while Tamara cried out and held her own thighs. "Yes, suck it, suck my rosebud, get your tongue in there." Everett could not stay back. He pressed his cock to the gape beside Katarina's mouth and sank into Tamara's stretched ass, fucking the prolapse gently open around his shaft, and Katarina licked them both, tongue on the rosebud and on his cock where it disappeared, filthy and thrilled. Winston fed more fruit in whenever Everett pulled back, grapes pressed into the gape, a strawberry tucked against the prolapse, and Katarina sucked them out again, tongue plunging deep, excited and loud.

"Look at her," Winston said, awed and hard. "Look at that gape. Suck it. Do not leave any of it lonely."

They did not. Katarina and the men traded places over Tamara's ass, cock and mouth and fruit and tongue, until she was a shaking mess of pleasure, prolapse sucked and fucked and fed, and then she laughed, wrecked and happy, and said, "Them. Do the boys. Every ass. I want to suck a prolapsed cock-hole while somebody fucks me."

Everett went to his hands and knees, already open from the toy and the fruit. Katarina packed him again, grapes and gummies pushed deep with slick fingers, then fucked him with the thick toy until his rim was soft and yielding and he was pushing back, begging. "Make me gape. Make me prolapse. I want your mouths on it. I want to feel you suck me."

She pulled the toy free. He pushed. His ass opened in a deep, shining gape, and with another bearing-down effort the rosebud eased out, smaller than the women's but unmistakable, pink and wet and offered. Tamara gasped and got her mouth on it at once, sucking excitedly, tongue swirling, moaning at the taste of fruit and skin and lube. "Oh, fuck, yes," Everett groaned. "Suck my prolapsed ass. Tongue it. Do not stop." Katarina joined her, the two of them fighting sweetly over the rosebud, licking it together, taking turns sealing their mouths around it and sucking while Winston knelt behind and fed his cock into the gape above their tongues. He fucked Everett slow and deep, the prolapse kissing his shaft, and the women licked and sucked every time he withdrew, tongues plunging into the open hole, fruit pushed in and sucked back out, Everett shaking and telling them he could come just from being worshipped like that.

Winston was next, eager, already pulling his cheeks apart. "Me. Stuff me. I want to prolapse for you. I want all of you on it."

Tamara slicked him, packed him with strawberries and grapes and gummies, and fucked the load deeper with the toy until he was open and panting and pushing back onto every stroke. Everett held him steady. Katarina talked him through it, filthy and fond. "Push, Winston. Give us that rosebud. We are going to suck it until you cannot see straight."

The toy slid free. He gaped, wide and fluttering, fruit visible for a moment before he bore down and the prolapse bloomed, slick and perfect. Katarina and Tamara descended together. They sucked his prolapsed ass in turns and then at once, mouths overlapping, tongues deep in the gape, moaning, telling him how good he was, how nasty, how they were going to do this every day. Everett fucked the open hole between their licks, cock sliding into the gape, fruit pressed in around him, and when he pulled out the women sucked the rosebud clean and tongue-fucked him until he was cursing and laughing and begging them not to stop.

They rolled into a free-for-all, no one left out, no hole unattended. Tamara on her side, prolapse out again, Katarina sucking it while Winston fucked the gape and Everett fed grapes into whichever mouth or ass was open. Katarina on her knees, rosebud sucked by Tamara, Everett's cock in her ass, Winston's tongue in Tamara's gape from behind. Everett on his back with his knees up, prolapse sucked by both women while Winston fucked him and Tamara reached back to take a toy in her own ass at the same time. Winston held open on the couch cushion they had dragged to the rug, fruit pushed into his gape by Everett's fingers, prolapsed rosebud nursed by Katarina's eager mouth, Tamara's tongue joining, both of them sucking him while he stroked himself and told them he loved their filthy mouths.

Cocks slid into gaping holes and out again so tongues could plunge deep. Toys fucked prolapses gently back in and the women sucked them right back out. Strawberries burst. Grapes rolled across tongues and into open asses and out again into waiting mouths. Gummies were pushed in, fucked deeper, pushed out into gapes and sucked free. Every ass was licked. Every ass was toyed. Every ass was fruit-filled, gaped, prolapsed, and sucked, the four of them switching until the rug was a wet map of juice and lube and spit and the room smelled like sex and crushed berries and warm skin.

Everett came first, buried in Tamara's gaping ass while Katarina sucked the prolapse around his cock, and he pulled out to stripe her rosebud and her hole, and both women licked it up, moaning, before Tamara pushed the last of her fruit out into Winston's mouth. Winston came across Katarina's open gape, thick and hot, and Tamara sucked his prolapse clean while Katarina laughed and told him to give her every drop. Katarina came with Everett's tongue deep in her prolapsed ass and Winston's fingers in her cunt, shaking, pushing fruit out into Tamara's mouth as she did. Tamara followed, gape sucked by both men and Katarina in a greedy cluster, her orgasm rolling through her while she fed the last strawberry from her ass directly onto Katarina's tongue.

They slowed only when their bodies insisted. The last of the fruit was eased out with gentle fingers and soft pushing, grape and gummy and berry-bright juice pressed from well-used asses into open mouths. They kissed through it, sloppy and sweet, fruit on their tongues, cum and slick shared without shame, laughing into each other's mouths because the filth had been exactly what they came for. Toys were set aside. The rosebuds were kissed one last time, softly, and eased back in with careful tongues and murmured praise, every one of them loose and glowing and wrecked in the best way.

They collapsed in a pile on the rug, limbs tangled, asses still tender and open, skin smeared with juice and cum and spit, breathing hard and grinning at the ceiling. Tamara stroked Katarina's thigh. Everett kissed Winston's shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. Nobody was in a hurry to move.

"Same time tomorrow," Katarina said, voice lazy and bright. "More fruit. Thicker toys. I want to see who can hold a prolapse the longest while the rest of us take turns sucking it."

Winston laughed into the cushion. "I am already clenching just thinking about your mouth."

Everett traced the curve of Tamara's ass, gentle now, still filthy. "I want my turn on my back again. Knees up. Both of you sucking me while he fucks me. And I want to do the same for every one of you before breakfast."

Tamara lifted her head, eyes shining, mouth still sweet with strawberry and the taste of all of them. "Then it is settled. All Gaping Asses, same rug, even filthier. So who wants their ass prolapsed and sucked first thing tomorrow, and who is going to hold them open while we do it?"