Dorm Room Deviants: Pt. 05

"Frat House Filth"

The Que Dogs were throwing one of there big frat parties. They invited the hottest girls from the university to join them... including Nia.

The bass hit like a brick wall.

808s rattled the windows, floor sticky from spilled liquor, sweat thick in the air.

Bodies everywhere. Grinding, laughing, moving like the whole house might collapse under the rhythm.

Thick girls in tiny shorts bent over couches, heels off, ass clapping to the beat.

Guys posted up on the walls with their hands full squeezing cheeks, whispering filth in ears, fingering girls while they were bent down touching their toes and danced without a care.

And then came Nia.

Late. Glowing. Thick in all the right ways.

Hips swaying like a problem. Smile like she knew she was the baddest in the room.

She didn't walk in.

She entered.

Short shorts riding up her thighs. Cropped tee tied under her chest.

And that look like she came here for attention, and attention was ready to come for her.

Two girls pulled her into the crowd.

"You better come dance, thick-ass!"

Nia turned around, bent forward, and started moving slow at first, then deep, thick cheeks bouncing in rhythm to the beat.

Hands grabbed her waist.

A voice behind her whispered:

"You move like you want somebody to take you."

"I do."

The couch cleared.

Guys sat down. Spread legs.

Invited her in.

Nia dropped between them, twerking with her hands on her knees her shorts riding higher, the curve of her ass jiggling like a promise.

One man reached under her.

Pulled the fabric aside.

Slid two fingers into her from behind.

She moaned.

Didn't stop dancing.

Didn't even flinch.

Just moved her hips slower like she wanted him to feel her squeeze.

They laid her on the couch.

Top pulled up. Chest bouncing, nipples hard from the air and the eyes.

Another guy spread her legs.

"She wet as hell. Who got her like this?"

"Y'all."

One tongue went to her pussy.

One finger went to her mouth.

Another guy pressed behind her, grinding against her ass, rubbing his cock through his sweats, teasing the idea of going deeper.

Girls still danced in front of them twerking on random guys, lips parted as hands slipped between their thighs.

Nobody looked away.

Nia was getting licked, sucked, stroked hands on her chest, fingers spreading her wider.

She wasn't just being played with.

She was the rhythm now.

Every guy in the room was watching her.

Some stroking themselves.

Some waiting their turn.

One pushed their thick throbbing cock inside her. They couldn't help themselves anymore.

She moaned loud, wrapped her arms around the back of the couch, and let him fill her completely.

"She's gripping me like she missed this."

"She did."

Nia was in the middle of it now.

One cock inside her.

One cock in her mouth.

Big hands on her hips. Mouths on her nipples. The frat boys were loving her!

Sweat ran down Nia's chest.

She was shaking, stretched, soaked and smiling through it all.

Every inch. Every eye. Every filthy word whispered in her ear while her body took everything it was offered.

She came twice.

Maybe three times.

They didn't stop until the music did.

And even then?

She was still in the living room.

Laying on the couch, dripping, glowing, breathing like the party lived inside her now...

There were three big muscular frat boys around her now 6ft tall, dark and handsome they had their 8 in thick cocks out rubbing it. Throbbing at the anticipation of taking good care of Nia.

One between her legs, tongue buried so deep she couldn't keep quiet.

One cupping her breast, tongue flicking her nipple while whispering,

"You're so perfect. Look at you.. all this for you, baby."

And another?

Kissing her neck. Holding her face gently as his hand slowly teased her clit, fingers soaked from her already wrecked pussy.

She wasn't just getting used.

She was being worshiped.

"Please... right there oh my god..." Nia pleaded.

Her moans slipped between breaths.

Her hips rolled on instinct.

And when the guy between her thighs groaned into her lips pulling her clit between his. His tongue swirling. His lips were thick covering her her pussy. He sucked her clit four more times nice and softly.... she climaxed once again.

Nia's legs were still shaking when they flipped her.

Hands soft but fast turning her over, pulling her hips back.

One guy couldn't help himself and pushed inside her..... slowly thick, hot, deep.

Another sat on the couch, already being stroked by Nia's hand as she moaned into his stomach.

Behind her, someone reached under to rub her clit.

"You're still dripping.... You love this, don't you?"

"Yes," she panted. "I love it.... Please don't stop... don't stop"

And they didn't.

Other girls moaned nearby.. Nia started this frat party orgy. All the girls were getting wet just off the sight of seeing Nia getting fucked. Clapping cheeks against backs, getting their own strokes in while watching Nia lose it.

One, bent over the kitchen counter, moaning with her bra pushed up and her skirt bunched around her waist.

A guy behind her held both her wrists in one hand and fucked her deep, grunting into her ear.

Another girl rode a guy on the stairs her head thrown back, tits bouncing, hips slapping against his as he grabbed her waist and pounded upward to meet her thrusts.

The party didn't pause.

Music stayed loud.

And the whole room watched.

...

Nia's mouth was full now.

Her hands, too.

One guy in front, cock between her lips, groaning as she sucked and moaned at the same time. He grabbed the sides of nias face and fucked her mouth. Nia started gagging and drool coming out the sides of her mouth.. her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

One cock in her pussy, thrusting with deep, heavy strokes.

Fingers rubbing her clit.

Hands gripping her hips.

Another tongue licking her tiny asshole from behind.

Her whole body felt like a live wire.

"She can't stop cumming," someone said.

"Don't let her."

They moved her to the couch again.

Laid her out legs wide, chest rising and falling like she'd run a marathon.

But they weren't done.

And neither was she.

One guy pulled her onto his lap and kissed her.

Soft, slow, wet.

His hands held her waist as he slid back inside her.

Nia whimpered.

"You want more?"

She nodded, hips already moving.

"Then take it."

And she did.

She rode him slow... deep circles of her hips, moaning against his mouth. He gripped her thighs with his big strong hands and started thrusting upwards. All you heard was wet slapping from their thighs meeting each others. He thrusted one more and came deep inside her. Her pussy was oozing with his warm cum.

She came.

Again.

And again.

Her body collapsing against him, mouth open in a silent scream.

The party didn't stop.

But Nia couldn't move.

She lay across the couch now, fucked out, legs twitching, skin glowing, mouth wet and chest rising fast.

Around her, the girls were still dancing.

Still riding.

Still moaning in sync with the bass.

One of them leaned down and whispered in Nia's ear:

"You're my favorite thing to watch."

Nia just smiled.

Eyes closed.

Heart still pounding.

Because she wasn't done.

Just catching her breath.

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The party was still in full swing.

Trap beats pounded through the speakers. Girls danced on tables, cheeks clapping to the bass. Red cups spilled across sticky floors, and the air smelled like sweat, smoke, and sex.

Nia lay across the living room couch, head back, chest glowing, thighs still trembling from everything she'd already taken.

That's when she stepped forward.

A thick, brown-skinned party girl with deep dimples and soft curls.

Pink crop top. Cheeks jiggling under tight black shorts.

Eyes locked on Nia like she'd been watching her all night.

She leaned in close.

"Can I..." she whispered, just loud enough for Nia to hear over the music,

"I've never done it with a girl. But I want my first to be with you."

Nia smiled.

"You sure, baby?"

The girl nodded fast, breathless.

"I want you to make me feel it."

They kissed first.

Soft. Slow. Curious. Tongues swirling together.

Nia's hands explored the girl's thighs, squeezing them gently.

The girl gasped when Nia slid her palm up the front of her shorts, cupping her pussy.

"You're soaked already," Nia teased.

"I've been watching you since you walked in."

That was all it took.

Nia stood, pulled the girl toward the center of the room, and Nia laid back down this time flat, arms behind her head.

"Climb on, baby."

And she did.

The girl straddled Nia's face, shaky at first.

Then Nia's tongue slid up slow and deep and her whole body shuddered.

"F-fuck--"

Nia held her thighs tight, guiding her into rhythm.

Up, down, grind.

Up, down, moaning.

The girl leaned forward, both hands gripping the seat of the couch as she rode Nia's tongue hips and ass cheeks twitching, wetness dripping down Nia's face.

Eyes rolled back.

Back arched.

Lips parted as her moans turned into cries.

People were watching.

And she didn't care.

Nia flipped her gently.

Now face to face both girls on the couch, legs wrapping around each other, lips against lips.

They started to grind.

Slow at first.

Then deeper.

Their pussies slid together wet, hot, slick.

Nia's clit rubbed perfectly against hers, and they gasped in sync.

Scissoring.

Grinding.

Moaning.

Their bodies bounced against each other in a slow, sticky rhythm.

Music thumped around them. People watched in awe hands stroking their cocks, eyes wide.

"You're so soft," the girl whispered.

"So are you. Don't stop."

They kissed again sloppy, desperate while their hips rocked faster, clits swollen and aching for more.

The girl came first.

Loud.

Messy.

Crying out into Nia's mouth as her whole body clenched and shook.

Nia kept grinding letting her ride it out until she came too.

Both of them collapsed onto the couch, legs tangled, soaked thighs shining in the light.

Applause broke out.

Whistles.

Shouts of,

"Run that back!"

The girl blushed giggling through the afterglow.

"I've never... never felt anything like that."

Nia kissed her cheek.

"Welcome to the club, baby."