Fuck I Got DPed By Old Classmates

Fuck. The class reunion was supposed to be a quick drink, catch up with folks I hadn't seen since we all turned eighteen and scattered like roaches. Hotel ballroom, cheap booze, name tags that made everyone look older than they felt. I'm Alondra now, fuller figured than back then, my ass a goddamn shelf that turns heads. Big, round, the kind that jiggles just right in tight jeans. I wore these tonight, black ones that hugged every curve, knowing it'd stir shit up.

Spotted Vinay first. Tall Indian guy, always the quiet charmer in class. Now he's broader, salt in his beard, eyes lighting up when he saw me. "Alondra? Holy shit, you look... incredible." Hugged me tight, hands lingering on my lower back. Then Florian, the German exchange kid, blond hair still wild, tattoos snaking up his arms. He laughed that booming laugh. "Verdammt, Alondra! That ass could stop traffic." We clinked glasses, shots flowing. Talked old times, who hooked up with who, who flunked out. Laughter got louder, bodies closer.

Griffin showed up late. The jock, American through and through, buzzcut faded to short, muscles like he still hit the gym daily. "Alondra! Fuck me, you've only gotten hotter." He slapped my ass playfully—hard enough to sting, soft enough to tease. I yelped, but heat rushed between my legs. These three. Old classmates, all pushing thirty now, circling me like sharks. Vinay's hand on my thigh under the table. Florian whispering how he always jerked off thinking of me. Griffin buying rounds, his knee pressing mine.

The crowd thinned. Brenda and Rosario, my old gossipy friends, were off dancing with some suits. I could've joined. But nah. The booze buzzed, and these guys? They looked hungry. "Wanna ditch to the bar upstairs?" Vinay suggested. Sounded innocent. Wasn't.

Up there, dim lights, empty lounge. We grabbed a booth. Griffin ordered whiskey. Florian's arm around my shoulders, Vinay's fingers tracing my inner thigh. "Remember that beach trip?" Griffin said. "You in that bikini. We all wanted a piece." I laughed, but my pussy throbbed. "Yeah? What would've you done?" Bold, tipsy me.

Florian leaned in. "Fucked you silly. Both ends." Vinay nodded, eyes dark. "I'd fill that big ass." Griffin grinned. "DP you till you scream." My breath hitched. Heat pooled. I shifted, ass grinding the seat. "Prove it."

They didn't hesitate. Griffin locked the lounge door—private event shit. Vinay pulled me onto his lap, mouth on mine, tongue deep, tasting whiskey and want. Hands everywhere. Florian yanked my top off, bra next, sucking my tits hard, nipples peaking under his teeth. Griffin behind, peeling jeans down slow, exposing my thong, the cheeks spilling out. "Jesus, look at this ass," he growled. Slapped it—crack echoing. I moaned into Vinay's kiss.

Pants dropped. Cocks out. Vinay's thick, veiny, brown shaft curving up. Florian's long, pale, uncut, foreskin peeling back slick. Griffin's girthy, all-American meat, head purple and leaking. They stroked watching me. I knelt, ass up high, that big booty on display. Sucked Vinay first—salty precum on my tongue, lips stretching. He groaned, hand in my hair. Florian and Griffin groped my cheeks, spreading 'em, thumbs circling my holes.

"Group fun tonight," Florian said. Orgy vibes kicking in already. They took turns in my mouth. Vinay deepthroating me, balls on my chin. Florian facefucking, gagging me wet. Griffin slapped his cock on my tongue. My ass wiggled, begging. Fingers dipped in—two in my pussy, slick and squelching. One probing my asshole, lubing with spit.

Bent over the table. Legs spread wide, ass cheeks parted like a peach. Griffin first in my pussy—thrust hard, stretching me full. "Fuck, so tight." Pounded deep, hips slapping my big ass, ripples through the flesh. Vinay under the table, sucking my clit while Griffin railed. Florian in my mouth, muffling moans.

Switched. Florian's long cock in my pussy next, hitting deep spots, making me quiver. Vinay fingered my ass, two knuckles in, scissoring. Griffin jerked watching. "Ready for the main event?" They lubed up—spit and pussy juice mixing.

DP time. Heart raced. Wanted it bad. Florian lay back on the booth seat, pulled me down reverse cowgirl. His cock speared my pussy, wet slide in. I sank, ass up, cheeks framing him. Vinay stepped up, cockhead at my asshole. Pressed slow. Burned good, then popped in—thick stretch, filling me double. "Oh fuck!" I gasped. Griffin knelt, feeding me his dick, balls-deep throatfuck.

They moved. Florian thrusting up into pussy, wet smacks. Vinay in my ass, grinding deep, balls tapping Florian's. Sandwiched, holes stuffed, big ass bouncing between them. Felt so full—pressure building, rubbing spots inside that sparked fireworks. Sweat slicked us. Grunts, moans, skin slapping loud. "Take it, you slut," Griffin growled, fucking my face. Drool down my chin, tits bouncing wild.

Pushed harder. Vinay reamed my ass, pulling cheeks wide, watching his brown cock disappear in my hole. Florian hammered pussy, pubes grinding clit. I came first—shaking, walls clenching both cocks, juices squirting on Florian's balls. "Fuck yes!" They didn't stop. Griffin pulled out, stroked fast. "Gonna paint her."

Orgy peaked. They rotated. Griffin in my ass now—girth stretching me raw. Florian my pussy, double again. Vinay face. Endless. My big ass jiggled nonstop, red from slaps. Smell of sex thick—musk, sweat, cum brewing. Sounds filthy: squelch of holes, wet slurps, heavy breathing.

"Switch." Vinay in pussy, Florian ass. Both pounding sync— in-out, in-out. Felt their cocks rub through the thin wall, massaging from both sides. Another orgasm ripped me—screaming around Vinay's cock. They sped up. Griffin first to blow—ropes of hot cum across my tits, sticky white on brown skin. Florian grunted, flooding my ass, pulsing deep, leak out around his shaft. Vinay last—pulled from pussy, hosed my face and open mouth, salty load I swallowed greedy.

Collapsed in a heap. Bodies tangled, breathing ragged. My ass throbbed, holes gaping, cum dripping down thighs. Big cheeks bruised, marked. They high-fived over me, laughing. "Best reunion ever."

But as the high faded, sitting there sticky and sore, wiping cum from my lips... something twisted in my gut. Vinay zipped up, casual. "See you around, Alondra." Florian winked, gone. Griffin slapped my ass one last time—"Text me"—then vanished. Left alone in the booth, dress half-on, pussy and ass leaking onto the seat.

No numbers swapped, really. Just used like a party favor. My friends—where were Brenda and Rosario? Probably wondering where I vanished to. Phone buzzed: group chat blowing up. "Where r u???" I stared at the cum stains on my tits, the ache between my legs. Fuck, what did I just do? Let old classmates wreck me in a threesome DP orgy, all for a thrill. Felt amazing in the moment. Now? Empty. Regret gnawed. Was I just the big-ass slut they joked about back then? Pulled my jeans up over the mess, wincing. Walked out shaky, avoiding mirrors. Reunion over. Doubt lingered—heavy, cold. Should've stayed downstairs.