The dorm lights were low when you walked in. K was already shirtless, leaning against the kitchen counter with a beer in his hand. “Took you long enough,” he said, voice low and rough. “We’ve been waiting.”
Fuma came up behind you, big hands sliding under your shirt without asking. “Strip,” he ordered. No teasing, just the command. You pulled your clothes off right there in the middle of the room while the rest of them watched. Nicholas smirked from the couch, already palming himself through his sweats. EJ and Yuma were on the floor, legs spread, cocks out and half-hard.
“On your knees,” K said.
You dropped. The floor was cold under your skin but you didn’t care. K stepped forward first, thick cock bobbing in front of your face. “Open.” You did. He shoved in deep on the first thrust, no warm-up, just the heavy weight of him hitting the back of your throat. You gagged once and he laughed, fingers tightening in your hair. “That’s it. Take it.”
Fuma knelt behind you, spreading your ass with both hands. He spat directly on your hole and rubbed it in with two thick fingers, pushing inside without warning. You moaned around K’s cock and he thrust harder. “Fuck, that feels good when you make noise.”
They passed you around like that for a while. Nicholas took K’s place, fucking your mouth with quick, shallow strokes while he told you exactly how sloppy you looked. Yuma slid under you on his back and pulled your hips down so he could lick your cunt while Fuma kept stretching your ass. Every time you tried to catch your breath someone else’s dick was there, pushing back in.
“Turn around,” EJ said. He was the quietest but his voice carried. You faced him. He was sitting on the edge of the couch, legs wide. You climbed into his lap and sank down on his cock in one go. He was thick enough to burn, stretching you open fast. You rode him hard, thighs burning, while the others watched and stroked themselves.
Fuma moved behind you again. This time he pressed the head of his cock against your already-full hole. “Breathe,” he said, then pushed. The stretch was brutal. You cried out but didn’t tell him to stop. Inch by inch he worked inside until both of them were buried in your cunt at once. The pressure was overwhelming. You felt split open, dripping, used.
They fucked you like that until your legs shook. EJ came first, groaning as he flooded you. Fuma pulled out and shot across your lower back, hot and messy. K dragged you off EJ’s lap and bent you over the arm of the couch. He slammed back into your cunt from behind, pounding hard and fast while he called you every filthy name he could think of.
Nicholas wanted your mouth again. He fed you his cock while K fucked you, the two of them using you from both ends until your throat was raw and your cunt was sore. When K finally pulled out he painted your ass with his load, rubbing it into your skin with the head of his cock.
They didn’t let you rest. Yuma flipped you onto your back on the coffee table and pushed your knees to your chest. He fucked you deep and steady, eyes locked on where his cock disappeared inside you. “Look at all that cum leaking out,” he muttered.
“You’re fucking filthy.”
One by one they took another turn. EJ fucked your mouth while you were still on your back. Nicholas slid into your ass this time, slower but just as deep. Fuma came on your tits. K made you suck him clean after he’d already finished once.
By the time they were done your body ached everywhere. Cum streaked your skin, your holes felt used and swollen, and your voice was hoarse from moaning and gagging. They left you sprawled across the table, breathing hard.
K leaned down and kissed your forehead, almost gentle. “Good girl. Same time next week?”
You nodded, already knowing you’d be back.
