Fraternity Brothers' Wild Sorority Sister Gangbang

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?”

I tossed the shot back, the burn racing down my throat and straight between my legs. “I’m in.”

The dares started innocent enough—another shot, then one more. Then Jake leaned in, breath warm against my ear. “Lose the bikini top, Kayla. Let us see what we’ve been staring at all day.”

My nipples were already aching against the wet fabric. I looked around at their hungry faces and felt a rush of filthy courage. Reaching behind my neck, I untied the strings. The soaked white triangles peeled away from my full, perky tits, and four sets of eyes locked onto them like they’d won the lottery.

“Goddamn,” Marcus groaned, palming one heavy breast without asking. His dark thumb brushed my stiff nipple and I whimpered.

Jake stepped closer, tipping my chin up. “We’ve been fantasizing about this all semester, baby. About passing you around. About watching you take all four of us like a good little sorority slut.”

My pussy clenched so hard I felt fresh wetness soak the crotch of my tiny denim shorts. I was shaking with how turned on I was.

“I want it,” I breathed, the confession spilling out before I could stop it. “All of you. At the same time. Please.”

Jake’s mouth crashed into mine, hot and possessive, tongue sliding deep. At the same moment Marcus’s big hand squeezed my ass, fingers dipping between my cheeks to press against my soaked slit through my shorts. I moaned into Jake’s mouth as Tyler and Derek moved in, hands everywhere—pinching my nipples, stroking my stomach, tugging my hair.

I dropped to my knees right there on the living room rug like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Four hard cocks came out, thick and veined and already leaking. I started with Jake, sucking him deep while my hands found Tyler and Marcus. Derek guided my head, fucking my face in long, patient strokes while the others groped my swinging tits, occasionally slapping them hard enough to make them bounce and sting. The wet, obscene sounds of me gagging and slurping filled the room. They rotated, each taking a turn down my throat, praising me in filthy whispers.

“Such a perfect cocksucker.”

“Look at her drooling for it.”

“Gonna wreck all your holes, Kayla. You ready?”

They pulled me up and bent me over the back of the couch. Jake sank into my dripping pussy first, stretching me open with one long thrust that made me cry out. Tyler stepped up behind him, pressing the fat head of his cock against my tight little asshole. I’d never taken two at once, but I wanted it so badly I was shaking.

“Relax, baby,” Tyler murmured, feeding his dick into my ass inch by inch while Jake held still inside my cunt. The burn was intense, overwhelming, then suddenly perfect. When both of them were buried to the hilt I felt so full I could barely breathe.

They started moving.

Jake and Tyler found a brutal rhythm, one pulling out while the other slammed in, wrecking both my holes at once. Marcus and Derek took turns feeding me their cocks, fucking my throat until spit ran down my chin and dripped onto my swaying tits. The sound of skin slapping skin, wet gagging, and my own muffled screams of pleasure was pure filth.

They rotated like a well-oiled machine. I was flipped onto my back on the couch so Derek could pound my pussy while Marcus claimed my ass. Then they stood me up between Jake and Tyler again, holding me in the air like I weighed nothing while they double-penetrated me standing, my legs wrapped around Jake’s waist and Tyler’s cock buried in my ass from behind. I came so hard I saw stars, squirting down Jake’s balls as they used me.

Finally they laid me out on the sturdy coffee table like a centerpiece. I was a sweaty, trembling mess, holes gaping and pulsing, lips swollen. The four of them stood over me, cocks in their fists, stroking fast.

One by one they unloaded.

Jake came first, thick ropes painting my tongue and lips. Tyler followed, splattering my tits. Marcus painted my cheeks and chin. Derek aimed for my open mouth, giving me the last heavy spurts until cum dripped from my face, ran down my neck, and pooled between my breasts. I was absolutely covered in them.

Then everything changed.

The rough hands became gentle. Tyler disappeared and returned with warm, damp towels. They cleaned me with surprising tenderness—wiping my face, my chest, between my legs—murmuring praise the entire time.

“You were incredible.”

“Such a good girl for us.”

“Fucking beautiful, Kayla. Perfect.”

When I was clean and no longer sticky, Jake scooped me up like I was made of glass and carried me down the hall to his big king-sized bed. The others followed. They stripped the rest of my clothes off and tucked me between them—naked skin against naked skin, strong arms and legs tangled with mine. Someone kissed my forehead. Someone else stroked my hair.

I was sore in the most delicious places. My pussy and ass throbbed with the memory of being stretched and used. Cum still leaked slowly from me onto the sheets. But I felt safe. Cherished.

We didn’t talk much after that. Just soft breathing, the occasional lazy caress, a gentle kiss on my shoulder or the inside of my wrist. One by one they drifted off, warm bodies pressed close.

I lay there in the quiet dark between them, sticky, aching, and completely satisfied. My mind kept replaying every filthy moment, already hungry for the next time. But for now I just listened to their steady breathing and let the silence wrap around all five of us like a blanket.

The room grew still.

And then there was only silence.