Payback Can Be a Bitch

Payback can be a bitch: The Build up

“Babe, you look great. All the guys are going to love you,” Joel, my boyfriend, told me.

“I hope so,” I said back with a nervous smile. He knocked on the frat house door as if he didn’t live here, too. It was just a simple game night with my b.f. and his friends. I tried telling myself it was nothing to freak out about.

“You’re hot, smart and funny. What’s not to like about you?” The door swung open to four college football players before I could ask Joel why he was trying to over-pitch this to me. They were all much bigger than me and a bit bigger than Joel. My man wasn’t a huge guy, but these four definitely were.

“Hey man.” The Brothers all took turns greeting Joel with the usual bro hand grab to weird half-hug.

One of them said, “You must be Brooklyn.” He was a tall and muscular guy with curly brown hair. This one had a charming smile and eyes that told me I needed to look out for him. 

“Hi, yes I am!”. I mustered all the bubbly cuteness I could. “It’s nice to meet you all. Joel’s been trying to get us together for ages. There’s finally a break in my schedule.” They ushered me into the house but it was one of the frat dude’s hands on my back. Not Joel’s. What the fuck?

The house was in surprisingly nice shape and tidier than I could have hoped. Did girls coming over compel the Brothers to clean up or was it a condition of being in the house? I felt I could relax into whatever we were going to be getting up to a little more. I wouldn’t be lounging in beer cans and empty noodle cups.

“We can just play in the parlor, right?” The tallest guy with curly hair seemed to be a leader of sorts. Frat president, maybe? He motioned to the couches and chairs organized around the room, leaving the carpet in the center of the floor open. Semi-circle conformed furniture let everyone see each other. No one had to look through someone or at the back of a friend’s head. A TV mounted on the wall drew my eyes. I joked to myself that it was for watching games or Jeopardy.

“Looks cozy in here,” I smiled softly. “It doesn’t smell like you guys missed trash day, either.” The guys laughed but I couldn’t quite tell if it was just to humor me. 

“Oh, we only miss trash night when it’s Joel’s night to put it out,” one of the boys joshed back. I was happy to laugh at my boyfriend’s expense. It was pleasant to not be the butt of comedy since there weren’t any other girls here yet. 

“Who else is coming tonight?” I looked out of the window curiously. “Anyone I know?”

The guys shared a look. “Just Jessica, your sorority mother.”

My jaw dropped at Curly’s answer. I had no idea what the fuck his name was. Curly was fitting. That info would have gone out the window the moment he said Jess was the last guest. I found her to be quite the self-important bitch. She had it out bad for me. Why? I think it was because I’m just as pretty. I’m more popular at parties even though I never put out for anyone other than Joel. The forbidden fruit always got attention.

Sometimes I regretted my decision to remain exclusive to Joel because well… I was his trophy girlfriend. He entertained other girls around campus. I had looked over his shoulder and seen him texting other girls. Sending pictures back and forth. I couldn’t prove it, but I had a feeling he had slept with other girls since we went exclusive.

Someone was knocking on the door. I wondered if we had summoned Jessica like a demon just by speaking her name. Curly opened the door and confirmed my fear. It was the queen herself.

A dark gray storm cloud rolled in with Jess. It wasn’t just the ick feeling of being around someone I didn’t like. There was more than that. Like that gut feeling you get before a phone call with a message of bad news.

“Brookie, come to the kitchen and help me with drinks?” Jessica asked. She was extremely casual, like we were BFFs or something. I wordlessly followed her, not wanting to bring our weird energy to the rest of the party. I wanted this over with.

The kitchen was just as clean, if not cleaner than the rest of the house. I didn’t get to take many notes because Jess grabbed my wrist and demanded my attention. She was taller than me with a sleek, dark and high ponytail. Beautiful mocha skin that made her look like an Amazon. She worked out like one, too, since she was on the track team. What party guys liked about me more than her was that I was actively demure. I’m considerably smaller. Jess commanded attention and could handle herself like a boss if she attracted a kind of person she didn’t want to. I didn’t have the build for it. She was a bad bitch and I was just a little blonde bunny. 

“Listen to me for one second, Brooke,” Jessica said quietly. Her voice was more serious than I had ever heard. “I know we’re not friends and I won’t pretend we are. There’s a reason me and you are both here tonight. I’m here for you, even if you don’t trust me.”

I crossed my arms, giving her my attention. She was my house mother. I wasn’t letting my guard down. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “Just get on with it.”

“Okay, fine. I can show you pics or you can take my word for it. Joel’s Brothers have the same pics I do. We caught him stepping out on you with a slut from Phi Cappa Cappa. Her own sisterhood is dealing with her. We’re here to deal with Joel.”

I stood there with my arms falling to my sides like they were full of wet cement. It was still a bitch slap to hear my confessions confirmed. Hearing it from Jess made it so much worse.

I pursed my lips. “So what does this mean for me?” I was in a bit of denial, and a big portion of me pretending I didn’t care.

Jess went to the fridge and took out a bottle of white. She put it in the last time our sisterhood was over for a mixer. Since this was our “brother” fraternity, we usually threw our parties together. This house was bigger than ours, too. She put in the warm bottle that came with her. Sorority Mommy loved to rotate the stock so there was always something cold for us.

“Brooke, you’re the offended Sister here. You get to pick what to do to him for your own compensation. The House is going to excommunicate Joel. He shamed you. Our whole House and his. You know the rules. He does, too. Well, he will once he figures out we know.

I chewed my cherry glossed lip for a second. “He cheated on me. He got to have another girl, right? Give me his Brothers. Not one. All of them,” I said. I was struggling to keep my voice quiet. I noticed the Brothers hadn’t come to check on us, so that was good. “I’ll come back for the Brothers that aren’t home tonight.”

“Damn girl, that’s big. Who do you want first?” Jess asked. She arched a perfectly tweezed brow at me, her phone out of her clutch and in her hand.

“Thanks to Joel, the guys have seen pics of me in underwear. Nudes? Probably. Fuck that. I’m not asking who wants to go first. I want all the guys here tonight. In front of Joel.” I shook my head in disdain. “The guys won’t complain.”

Jess’s mouth hung open at my decision, but she wasn’t saying no. “I got your back if this is what you want. You’re bolder than I am, but fuck Joel.” My phone buzzed a second later. Jess added me to a group chat with everyone currently in the house except Joel. The text just read, *Follow me and Brooklyn’s lead. She’ll take justice tonight and you’re all invited.*

We actually got the drinks we went in there for after that text rolled out. We were guests. Neither of us were supposed to be waitresses according to house rules. However, it was the excuse we needed for Jess to tell me what tonight was really about. It explained why I was excused from my share of tonight’s chores. It also told me why the other Sisters had been so nice to me. I mean, they were always nice, but this was like kid gloves. My Sisters had gotten word before me, apparently.

Everyone was right where we left them. Joel was in the black leather “executive” chair. That seat was reserved for certain occasions in which there was a man of the hour, so to speak. It made sense Joel was in the chair since it was his shaming.

Jess and I passed out the drinks. A lively discussion of what we wanted to do this evening followed. We passed around a number of ideas before landing on a rousing game of Dare Cards Against Humanity. The rules were simple; if your card wins the round, you get to challenge one of the players to do something. This would absolutely work in our favor. Joel loved to show me off to his Brothers. Now this was on my terms. Removing control from Joel was going to make him lose his mind. My plans were to let the Brothers do whatever they wanted. I was going to enjoy every bit of it. I owed this to myself. Joel wasn’t owed a fucking thing.

Curly pulled out the “Bigger Blacker Box” from a bookshelf that was just stuffed with games. I just stared at the center of the table while he passed out the cards. I had been to plenty of parties. I’d seen Brothers, Sisters and all kinds of guests in all different levels of undress do crazy shit. It had never been me. I was cute as a button and I knew it. I wasn’t much of a show-off or a party animal. It’s one of the things that made me stand out so much. It’s one of the things Joel liked about me. He liked knowing I was a girl everyone wanted but only he was having. Now he’d fucked that up.

Jess and I sat next to each other on the floor. Joel the cheater was in the executive chair, and the other four frat Brothers on the couch. I looked at my hand and saw two cards I’d consider throw-away or crappy. It was a bummer because I s wholly intended on losing this game. I was purposely serving myself up to Joel’s House Brothers.

“Alright Ben, you divided the cards so you judge first,” Jess said. That finally told me Curly’s real name. I had partied here before, of course, but never really went out of my way to learn their names. I still wouldn’t have without the Joel situation.

Ben pulled up a black card and read, “Why are my fingers so sticky?” Okay, pretty underhand toss to start us off. I played, “the blood of our lord and savior, Jesus Christ.” I didn’t want to make it obvious off the bat that I was going to throw this game. Surprisingly, I won, meaning I got to choose the first dare. It had to be something fun to set the mood.

“Jess, I dare you to kiss Ben.” It was an easy, low-pressure dare to make because they were both single. I had also heard Jess say she thought he was hot. I knew Ben was one of Joel’s Brothers but now I had a face to put to the name. In her defense, he was pretty damn cute. Those curls were just so… well anyway.

Jess glared at me like she wanted to rip my head off instead of thanking me. I thought I was doing the girl a solid!

“Don’t be shy, Jess.” Ben’s words didn’t sound inviting. He said them with such confidence. It sounded like a command. Like the dare was really for her not to kiss him.

Jess’s look changed from being mad at me for putting her into a risky situation to one of fragile hope. Jess crawled the short distance between us and the couch to him. She put her hands on his knees and Ben leaned down. He cupped her sharp featured face in both hands and kissed her soundly.

Ben and Jess made out for a good 30 seconds before breaking it up. He looked pleased but surprisingly poised, and Jess looked totally blissed out, like it was her perfect Disney kiss.

Her gravity was different when she sat back down next to me. Maybe we wouldn’t hate each other so much after this.

One of the bros won the next round. “Hmm,” he said, tapping his chin. “Brooklyn, can I dare you to kiss Jess?” he asked hopefully. The other boys howled, loving the idea of a bit of HLA (Hot lesbian action). Joel seemed to like the idea, clearly not threatened because it wasn’t one of the boys trying to kiss me.

Jess herself didn’t even hesitate, but grabbed the collar of my blouse and pulled me to her, kissing me hard on the mouth. I couldn’t tell if it was just a show for the boys or if it was thanking me for putting her right in Ben’s lap. It could have been both, but I didn’t hate it. I had never kissed a girl before. It was soft, wet, warm, and made me tingly. More reasons I wouldn’t mind if it happened again.

The boys were clapping and whistling for us when the kiss broke. I just smiled shyly and blushed while Jessica gave them as much of a bow as she could in her seated position. Then it was time for another card.

Jessica won this time, and she rubbed her hands together. Sharp and dark eyes narrowed, scheming. “Joel,” she began. Her red painted lips pulled into a Cheshire smile. “I dare you to open Brookie’s shirt. Show us her titties.”

Payback can be a bitch: The Action

I gasped. I didn’t have a problem with it but I was surprised at how fast she moved the ball forward. Joel swallowed but got up, and I stood up but stayed where I stood. He came behind me and started at the button just above my cleavage. My former man quickly undid all of the little white buttons and pulled the silky navy blue blouse off of my arms, leaving me in my lacy black bra.

I stood there proudly, having seen other girls wearing much less in this house. My bra was still on so I wasn’t embarrassed. 

Joel went to sit back down, still holding my shirt. Jessica clicked her devilish tongue and I saw the boys on the couch lean forward. “You only followed half of the dare, Joel. The instructions were to take her shirt off AND show us those titties.”

I stood there with a coy smile on my face, the blushing and innocent little Brooklyn. I wasn’t stopping this, though. Joel didn’t want to show me off too much because where was the mystique in that? It would take away the leverage of being the only one to see me like that. 

He didn’t move, stuttering while Ben asked him what was wrong. There was a knowing smirk in his voice but nothing showed on his lightly stumbled face. The man looked like a walking shaving ad. I could see why Jess wanted him so bad, why Joel had tried to keep me away from the Brothers as much as he could. I think he feared that I was as weak as he was.

Jess wasn’t afraid to finish the dare. She put the dots together just as easily as I did. “Joel, you just forfeited the dare. I’m sorry but that means you have to be penalized. For your forfeit, I think you need to take Brookie’s pants off,” she said like it was a hard decision for her to make. 

All of the guys were nodding along sagely, like it was some huge bullet he had to take for the team. It wasn’t like taking my skinny jeans off was some great sacrifice he had to make for all mankind. He hung his head and prepared to wrestle me out of my jeans, not wanting to lose another dare.

“Wait a sec, Jess. I’m still in my bra. Titties have very much not been shown,” I said, sounding confused. “Are we just skipping around here?”

Jess couldn’t help but hold back a giggle. I wasn’t fighting this. I didn’t pretending to. The look on Joel’s face because of that was priceless. “No, Brookie, I’m just letting Joel do the forfeit first. Getting you fully naked up top before even getting your jeans off is just bad taste,” she told me plainly.

I was pulling my jeans off completely the moment Joel had my pants around my ankles. Just my black lace bra and a matching pair of cheeky-cut underwear remained. I would have worn some spicy lingerie or a thong to piss off Joel even further had I known about all this. I was standing in my cute, innocent Brooke underwear instead of something to get pulses racing.

My bra didn’t stay on long. Once Jess unclasped my bra and pulled it down my slender arms, all portents of this being a game were forgotten. The guys bolted off of the couch and were around me in a flash. I wondered how they could move that fast, that precise without smacking into each other and hitting foreheads together. Then I remembered how these large and strong men lived together, had classes and played their sports. They were a family in every sense but blood, and Joel had broken that.

I wasn’t surprised, and I was perfectly okay when the boys crowded all around me but left no room for Joel. They were like piglets at feeding time leaving out the runt. The Brothers offered Jess a good spot at the table and I didn’t bat an eye at.

Five people had their hands all over my tight little body, making me feel like a goddess. Six people had their eyes on me. Joel was in the Land of Look Can’t Touch, and I didn’t feel bad for him at all. He decided I wasn’t enough for him, so he was feeling what it was like to be left out. I was in the middle of a fantasy I didn’t even know I had until it revealed itself to be a reality. I was at peace with him not being in it, just a sad little man left on the outside. A hyena watching lions feasting.

I didn’t even try to stop the little sounds breaking out of me as tongues and lips massaged my neck. Ben kissed me on the mouth and Jess slipped her hand into the back of my panties to cup my ass. I sighed into Ben’s kiss, letting my lips fall open for him as I felt a number of hands working together to peel down my simple black panties. I had to admit that they had become more than a little wet. Okay, indecently so.

“Guys, c’mon. Hasn’t this gone a little too far?” Joel asked meekly. We all knew he had no power over this. His position had officially become my ex-boyfriend. 

“Joel, shut up,” Ben said flatly. He wasn’t even amused by Joel’s presence. None of the Brothers had even made eye contact with him since the shoe dropped. I did once in a while,and it wasn’t to see how he was reacting. The purpose of my occasional glances weren’t to watch his submission or to gauge how he was feeling. I really didn’t care. I wanted him to know that I still acknowledged his presence, that he was why this was happening. THIS is what I wanted. That was it.

I was completely naked with my own sorority mother and four handsome, strapping as hell Brothers. I had never been more proud and wanted in my body. Never before had I felt more luxurious but also safe in the eyes and hands of so many people. 

As I went back and forth between kissing each of them, even Jesssica, I felt nothing but lust and a kind of care. Not a string attached, but definitely a support in the act of what we were doing. I was seen, protected, and I knew this wouldn’t leave us. Unless it was between us in hushed whispers, this would never be spoken of again. I also had to wonder what this meant for Jess and I. 

My brain shut down the second I felt fingers bold enough to touch my bare mound. They were rough, a boy’s fingers, but God the touch was so gentle and reverent. I expected to be treated like meat with these five, but the touches were respectful, worshiping me. It felt like it was going to be okay. I was now single, had been stabbed in the back and the shadows of two people decided they were more important than I was. That didn’t mean I needed to feel bad. It was nothing I did. 

I sighed deeply and shuddered. I kept my eyes blissfully closed as those fingers touched my sensitive petals. Another pair of massive hands with scratchy callouses glided over my ribs. I was small, fragile in so many big hands, knowing that the one other woman here (who was also stealing kisses from the Brothers) was the head of my own sorority. She was here with me and for me, letting me stay in the center of this scorching attention. It made me feel powerful and caressed.

A single thick finger tentatively brushed my opening. I arched my back as it tested to see if I was wet enough, ready for it to be inside of me. My eyes were closed, feeling only parts of other people touching me. I heard only breathing, and nobody talking made it so easy to separate names and faces from this. It was just entities making me feel this way, and something about that… made this so fucking hot.

I was so fucking wet, to answer the probing digit’s question. More than ready. It took the plunge and dipped into me, making my whole body quiver. I let myself go boneless and I heard Jessica laugh, a seemingly disembodied laugh. Four strong sets of arms held me up, letting me be weightless as they kept me upright. 

They were so strong, and I was a pretty petite thing. They didn’t even have to work much harder. The hands on my ass and tits kept squeezing, the tongues still licking and the lips continued kissing. I was floating on a cloud of unadulterated, nerve tingling pleasure that made me coo and every nerve tingle. This was heaven, and I wouldn’t be experiencing this without Joel. It was weird to see it that way, but there it was. I only wondered if I’d be able to ever have this again. Would I spend my life chasing this high?

I heard at least one zipper, that unmistakable scraping of metal teeth among the heavy breathing, sighs and wet sounds. Then another. I had to speak now if I wanted this to go no further. The thing was… I was getting tired of being Daddy’s little girl, of being Joel’s trophy ass that no one got to touch or see. It was exhausting, hearing mutters of what a lucky guy he was when he was actually a pretty self-absorbed jerk. 

I felt warm breath and lips on my ear. “You have four hard and wanting bulls here, Brookie. They’re here for you, though. What’s your game plan?” Jessica asked. That was all the invite I needed to have four hard cocks ravish me on my special day. It was so weird, having it feel like my birthday because my boyfriend was a greedy POS. I also knew that I could do whatever I wanted here; take them all, say I was happy with how far this had gone. I could take just being fingered to an O and call it a day.

We’ve come this far. I loved every second of it. I wasn’t going to stop here. “My safe word is Amber,” I said for everyone to hear. I heard something of a whimper from Joel. He knew I was going to let this happen. Maybe I would stop this, let him leave if he just admitted to why we were all here. He still hadn’t apologized for what he did. His pride and hubris were keeping him here. I would not release him until he folded and grew up. It didn’t escape me that this was the first time Joel had heard my safe word.

Using my safe word was all it took for four pairs of pants and four belts to hit the hardwood floor. I expected to be passed around like a ball in a game of Four-Square, to be instantly impaled by the way those bottoms dropped. However, there was a sense of hesitancy, like they couldn’t decide where the train would start. 

I decided to let myself drop down to my knees, they were taking so long. I started to suck and stroke cock like a porn star, like I was in a glory hole whack-a-mole. It was time to be with more than one person, not to not think about being Joel’s. Going for four with abandon was insane for me, but goddamn if it didn’t feel like something I owed myself to experience. I needed to let myself have this and entirely on my terms. 

“Jess?” I asked my sorority mother in invitation.

“Fuck it, why not?” she said. It was like I had offered her some ice cream and not four hung college studs. Her hair was already in a ponytail and she was a party queen. I figured this wasn’t her first time down here. I also made sure Ben was on her side when I scooted over to make room for her.

Jess was definitely holding back. She was setting herself at my pace, trying not to show me up. I could tell she could out-suck any girl in our house. She was humbling herself down to the rubble to make it look like I knew what I was doing. Maybe I needed to have a talk with this woman when we were all done.

I saw Ben pick her up under the arms and help her stand. I guess we were done sucking together, getting those cocks good and pumped, hard, veined and full of blood. The other three Brothers stood me up. One of them bent me over the couch, my round little ass pointing up. I heard Jessica let out a pleasured gasp somewhere in the spacious living room, against a wall or some other piece of furniture. Jess’s crush was having her way with her. I was happy for her. 

I spread my own legs to shoulder’s width, making it pretty fucking clear I was ready to do this. “It doesn’t matter who goes first. Just fuck me, please. If this takes more than five minutes, it’ll be a record.” The guys laughed and I could practically hear Joel’s molars grinding together after that one.

Hands grabbed my hips and I relaxed, ready and wanting this.I needed to get fucked good and deep. I didn’t care it was sport fucking. It was just going to be nice to be fucked without feeling like I was Joel’s property. 

The swollen head ran up and down my lips. The Brother didn’t talk as he eased his way in. I gasped and dug my nails into the couch cushion, my arms out straight like I was flying. It was like I was as he picked up my legs from the floor and I dug my heels into his ass. 

I was like a teeter-totter, just rocking on the arm of the couch. This big college football player stroked me good as I used my arms to push myself back into him. Ben was off somewhere in the room, making Jessica moan deliciously. There was a weird solidarity in it. 

It was funny to me, getting railed on a couch while three dudes watched. I was phasing in and out of not being able to think and thinking about how Jessica was a real one for not moaning like a loud, stupid whore. I had heard her fake it before, but this time she sounded genuine.

Ben grunted like an American Bison, and if it matched the tempo he was using to fuck Jess, it was low and deep strokes. That fucking that let a girl feel every bit of cock running along her insides. My mouth started to water. I really was at the right place, just thinking about good dick while getting dicked down. Joel definitely wasn’t the right guy for me.

Was I meant to be a big party slut dropping my panties because someone brought me a refilled cup? Fuck no. I also wasn’t supposed to be Joel’s doll kept on a shelf. I didn’t want to be looked at by everyone and then only taken to be played with by him when he wasn’t with some other easy girl.

The Brother pumping in and out of me reached under my belly and gathered me up in his arms. I contracted tighter around him, making him push harder to get more into me, stealing my breath away. I popped my eyes open as I fought to breathe, and before I could really warn him, I was coming around his big varsity letter cock. He growled out some kind of question.

“Yes! Yes!” I panted, running a hand through my hair. I really didn’t know what he asked. I didn’t care. He was grunting loud and fucking into me slowly but with ass-popping power, making me see all kinds of weird shit in my eyes as I kept cumming. I felt that swelling, the pulsing. He was groaning and I was crying out. Cum filled my tight, wet pussy and I was rubbing my face on the leather cushion of the couch like that sensation would reduce what was happening at the hips. It just made me look like I was high, or an animal trying to get water to bubble up from the dry ground.

The Brother slid himself out of me and I fully fell forward, a laughing and messy thing resembling the girl next door I used to be. That old me wasn’t home right now. The me that was home was the me rolling onto her back like a dog needing belly rubs. I needed was another cock fucking me so deep it would feel like it was in my belly. 

I didn’t have to wait long because the Brother with piercing blue eyes and shaggy blonde hair was looming over my smaller body. His abs were tight even under his shirt. His back impossibly broad as I looked up at him. 

“You are so fucking pretty,” he breathed as he reached for his cock with one hand. Keeping himself braced up on his knees and his other arm on the back of the couch, he got ready to be the second one to enter me. Old Blue Eyes didn’t seem to care at all that he was slipping in after someone else. He swallowed my sigh with a hungry kiss all the same, burying himself all the way in me with one thrust. “Joel has no idea how fucking stupid he is,” he mumbled. He pulled back and surged forward again, making me drag my fingernails along the back of his t-shirt.

“Fuck you, man,” Joel mumbled, completely emasculated. I couldn’t even care enough to look for where his sorry ass was.

“What was that,” Joel?” I heard Ben’s deep voice grumble instead. I craned my neck back for that. I saw him leaning against the doorway with Jess on her knees, his cock between her plump lips. She was cleaning their conjoined mess off of him, no doubt. Joel did not repeat himself as we all expected.

Blue Eyes was on top of me. He didn’t even slow down. He couldn’t go much slower. This fine man went to the School of Feel Every Fucking Inch. I was here for it, for having him in me. With those Gene Wilder eyes of his, I didn’t want to look away. 

I even reached up to cup his jaw in my hand and sift my other through his sandy blonde hair. He could have been some kind of Shopko beach model. His features were strong and confident enough to make him still look like all kinds of man even in a salmon colored polo. 

He smiled down at me and whispered my name so sweetly that I think I could have cum from that alone. We weren’t even talking about the deep and slow strokes this man was letting me have all of. He was fucking me like I was the only American girl in Paris, like he wanted me to experience the entire City of Love in one evening. It did not take me long to cum on this exquisite specimen’s cock. I’m not sure what came out of my mouth when I did, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t even know his name.

“How’re you doing, girl?” Jess asked. She was lounged against the foot of the couch. I hadn’t even seen her move.

“So fucking good,” I said airily. It was like I was on opium. “I’ve never felt like this before. So good, so blissed out and relaxed,” I admitted. I expected to be laughed at after such a heart-felt and kind of soft, goofy thing to say. The room was silent.

“We’re glad you’re having fun, Brookie. You deserve it. Let me clean you up before you take Jeremy for a spin, okay?” Jess offered. I thought she was going to bring me a warm washcloth or something. Color me shocked when she grabbed my legs, pulled me to the edge of the couch and started to lick the drooling cum out of my pussy.

“J-Jess! Shit!” I moaned. Ben and Blue eyes held my hands while Jess sucked the cream out from between my legs like I was a giant Cadbury egg. She was good at it, too, like really good. I’m not a man basher. I won’t spin a tale of Joel never going down on me, because he did. He wasn’t even bad at it. Jess just knew how to suck the world out of my cunt and push it back in.

My house mother was satisfied with how well she licked me, and turned the dial up, starting to suck the cum out. I decided to help by contracting my kegels, pushing the two loads out for her to get easier. It might have been the filthiest, but easily one of the hottest things I had ever done. Counting Jess as a frenemy made it even better.

“She’s all done,” Jess said proudly with a smirk she had definitely earned. “What’s the plan, Jer?” My sorority head wiped her mouth on my thigh. I didn’t even care. I felt like she was marking me as one of her special girls. I’d never even heard of her doing anything like this for, or with another one of our Sisters before. 

Shaking my head, I cut Jeremy off. “I want to ride him.” I was going to go through the trinity of basic positions tonight, goddamn it. 

Ben, Blue Eyes, and the guy I didn’t really know even a little, helped me up while Jeremy (I only know thanks to Jess) laid down on the couch. Being the only one in the room totally naked while the guys were still half-dressed was a little weird. They were big and fit dudes with nothing to be ashamed of. I didn’t get it, but not one of them had a cock I didn’t want inside me, so I just shrugged.

I felt like something of a queen, being helped upon her royal mount while Jess and Ben still held my hands. In this case my mount was an over six-foot monster of a gentleman whose cock was going to split me right the hell open.

Jeremy’s hands were on my hips, helping to steady me as Jess took his cock and nuzzled it against my slickness. “She’s ready to receive,” Jess said like a space station technician. Ben couldn’t help but to laugh. 

I understood we were practically an orgy team, but I couldn’t help but notice how cute Ben and Jess were. I had another man’s cock slowly plowing into my dripping cunt. Watching Ben smile at Jess while she held a dick for me to sink my way down made my ovaries sploosh. This was insane.

This dude on the couch, currently under me, had the biggest cock I ever had the pleasure of experiencing. I had already been had twice (in upscaling size, and I wondered if these surprise gentlemen planned that?), so I wasn’t having too much trouble. Being on top also let Mother Gravity help. 

It seemed like an agonizingly slow time of it, sliding down Jeremy’s cock until I was positioned on him like he was my sexy and incredibly built rodeo bull. It felt extremely foreign, almost out of body, to do this with other people just casually sitting on the floor watching like Jeremy and I were impromptu actors in a small New York apartment play. Maybe their eyes on me and me feeling like I was riding a mechanical bull with it’s joystick inside of my tight pussy is what inspired me to roll my hips like a cowgirl and let my long blonde hair flow back behind me. 

Jeremy was no slouch, either. None of these fine specimens were. He wasn’t afraid to plant his chair into the leather and push up, lifting his ass and almost throwing me off of him so he could be balls deep in me. I had to put my hands on his chest to help steady myself.

“Whoo! Ride ‘em, cowgirl!” Jess cheered me on, thinking much like I was. She and the boys on the floor had their red cups again and were casually lounging like this was just another one of our end of round dares, and I was okay with that. It was big enough of a crowd that I got my kinky little rocks off. There were no phones out, no recordings being taken, and I wasn’t being called anything derogatory. I couldn’t have hoped for a better setting for enjoying an experience like this.

“Listen to the way she’s moaning! The look on her face!” Blue Eyes said excitedly. “She’s going to cum again. How many times is that?”

“Doesn’t matter. I could watch her cum all night,” the first guy I had been with said. I couldn’t help but notice Ben was staying silent. He was the president of the fraternity, the big chief, and he was being extremely respectful of it all. Jess’s hand in his was the last thing I noticed before Jeremy struck a special spot, the bottom curve of his cock carving up my g-spot. I let out a high-pitched cry and I came again with a shudder. I was met with Jess’s whoops, and whistles from the boys.

Jeremy grabbed me by the back of the head, and he led me down to his mouth to kiss me deeply as he started to absolutely hammer up into me, his huge balls slapping my little asshole with every lightning thrust. I moaned right into his mouth and he devoured every little sound until he was groaning right back into me and I swallowed his tongue as he tensed and shot his hot mess into.

Payback Can be a bitch: The Ease Down

We groaned and the kissing stopped. It wasn’t a kiss. It was just two horny college students making noise into the other’s mouth as my orgasm kept running and his filled me, prolonging mine. Jeremy was the biggest in the downstairs arena and his load followed that theme. I had never been loaded up like a Long John donut before, and it unlocked a breeding kink in me that I had never had before. Maybe it was letting myself be passed around by wolves like this that did that.

Jeremy had finally emptied his balls and he lowered his hips, letting me sink back down to my knees, and I could just let out a slow gasp of air. “Holy shit, guys,” I said with a bit of a giggle.

I looked around the room as my perky chest heaved. I didn’t see Joel anywhere. He had managed to sneak out at some point. Jess saw my wandering eyes and she looked around as well. She looked back at me and shrugged apologetically. “He knows why this happened,” she comforted me.

“Thank you, guys,” I said softly as I balanced my hands on Jeremy’s chest again so I could dismount. “Woah, shit!” I cursed apologetically as the guys told me not to get up yet. I hadn’t listened and then there was a toaster strudel icing spill all over Jeremy and the black leather couch under him. “I am so sorry, guys. My head’s a little fuzzy,” I laughed.

“No big deal. We’ll clean it up and no one will know but us,” Ben assured me. He darted off into the kitchen and came back with a warm washcloth for me and a damp sponge for the couch. “Do you feel like your damages have been properly compensated?” the head broski asked. He sounded like an insurance agent.

“I did,” I giggled. “Very much so. Thank you all again for taking care of me and making that pleasurable, not scary,” I said with a shy smile. “You are all fantastic, and I had a lot of fun.”

Blue eyes laughed as he fixed his belt. “If you ever need our services again, just let us know,” he teased. Jeremy punched his arm.

“You can hit him for that, but… I just actually might after exams,” I said, biting my lip. I looked around for my clothes after that comment and realized they were gone. “Oh, that son of a bitch!” Joel had taken my clothes when he left.