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This party blows, Matt decided as he threw back the last of his shitty beer with a grimace. It was barely nine and people were blackout drunk, the food had already been obliterated, the drinks sucked, and even the main room of the frat house was way too small for a dancefloor. Upsilon Kappa Mu had a history of throwing lackluster parties, but whoever was in charge this year fucked up real bad. Not like it mattered to them, Matt assumed. If this was a genuine, if misguided, attempt at a rager, he would’ve been more generous. But the guys in this frat didn’t even try to disguise that this was just a lame attempt at getting pussy.
Granted, fratboys always want to get some (excluding the two bros in his frat who were ace). But the guys in UKM were known to get creepy over it. It was really no surprise that the majority of frat-related sexual misconduct came from them. These guys were definitely the type to listen to Andrew Tate.
As he moved to the kitchen to grab another cheap beer, he couldn’t help but think this shit would never fly in Alpha Theta Phi. If they advertised a rager, they would throw a fucking rager, and it would be just as legendary as every other party they ever hosted. Plus, girls would actually come to the party and stay for more than an hour if ATP hosted it, because girls didn’t have to constantly shoot down red-pilled alpha-wannabe creeps at ATP parties.
No frat is perfect, but out of all of them, Matt’s was pretty damn close; every single member actually gives a shit and tries to be respectful of the ladies (and nonbinary people, of course), and all of them do what they can to shut down toxic frat culture and masculinity shit when they see it. They’re a good bunch of guys, and now going on three years together, Matt considers them his brothers just as much as his actual siblings.
He sent a text in the group chat asking if anybody was ready to leave, and for those who replied, the answer was resoundingly: “Yeah, this party fucking sucks.” Shockingly, Josh (one of their newest and most eager bros) didn’t respond, but when Matt scoped out the room, he saw Josh perched on a couch with the nerd he’s been trying to get with since their year’s orientation. It looked like they were actually having a conversation, and the nerd seemed to be engaged, if a bit nervous.
It was only recently that the twink finally stopped looking scared stiff every time Josh came near him, but Matt hoped for his bro’s sake that something else about the twink still got stiff around Josh.
He snapped a pic and updated the groupchat that they should wait a few more minutes, which the bros agreed with and sent wishes of good luck and eggplant emojis in the chat. Matt caught Josh’s eye and waved his phone, before flashing five fingers twice as a heads up. Josh beamed at him before promptly getting lost in convo with his nerd again. Matt couldn’t help but feel kinda sappy over them. That opposites attract shit must have some truth to it, because they looked cute huddled up together on the couch, Josh’s broad shoulders and firm jawline contrasting with the twink’s… well, twinkiness. Here’s hoping Josh finally gets that dick.
After shoulder-checking some drunk dudes out of his way, Matt was able to make it into the kitchen. He swiped a bottle out of the fridge and was taking off his belt to open it when he finally tuned into the conversation happening on the other side of the kitchen.
“I just don’t understand why the fuck you came here if you didn’t wanna fuck,” two of the UKM pledges were getting in the faces of some girls who looked rightfully pissed.
“Because it’s a party, dumbass, and our sorority came here as a favor because UKM parties always bomb. You’re fucking delusional if you think we came to a UKM party for anything other than drinks,” one of the girls hissed, bubblegum pink lips curled in a sneer.
“Oh, I’m fucking delusional for thinking a slut would try to get dick? Stop acting like you’re too good for me or something when everybody knows that sorority girls are easy,” the other pledge snarled, and the girls standing almost in formation behind the one who spoke earlier drew themselves up like they were getting ready to tear the pledge a new hole.
As much as he loves seeing sorority girls rip dudes like this to shreds, there was no way he could keep standing by when these dudes were talking serious shit.
“No wonder you can’t get girls when that’s how you talk to them,” Matt laughed mockingly, staring down at the pledges in an aloof manner he knew pissed guys like them off.
Sure enough, both of them went red. “The fuck did you just say?”
“I get that you’re stupid, man, but I don’t think you’re stupid enough that I need to say it again.”
The pledges turned their attention fully on him, finally backing off from the sorority girls. They tried to crowd Matt like they did the girls, but at 5’11” and almost two hundred pounds of mostly muscle from rugby, the pledges weren’t inspiring anything more than laughter.
“Just fuck off, man. If you want to fight we can go outside, but I wanna finish my beer first. Unless you want to pay for whatever we break in here,” Matt offered cooly, finally popping the beer open with his belt buckle and taking a swig. He wasn’t worried; guys like this always tuck their tails between their legs the second another man tells them off. It’s surprising that they even like women when they’re so obsessed with what other guys think of them.
Sure enough, the pledges shrunk into themselves when their posturing didn’t work, and they immediately slunk out of the kitchen, probably to go whine to whoever the UKM president is this year. Matt didn’t care enough to remember. They threw empty threats at him as they ran scared in an attempt to keep some dignity, but if they had any in the first place they wouldn’t be harassing girls for pussy.
Matt watched them go until he was sure they weren’t coming back before letting himself relax as he turned back to the sorority girls. They were watching him warily, but the one with the bubblegum pink lipgloss at the front seemed to be sizing him up.
“Hey, you guys okay?” Matt asked, taking another swig of his beer.
“Yeah. You didn’t need to do that,” Bubblegum replied, pretty voice hard in a way that contrasted with her hyperfeminine appearance.
“I know,” Matt acknowledged. “But it would’ve been fucked up if I just ignored those losers talking shit like that.”
Bubblegum gave him a considering look, and seemed to approve of what she saw. Her face softened, and the other girls followed in suit. “Then thanks.”
“No prob,” Matt shrugged, throwing back the rest of the shitty beer and dropping the bottle in the recycling bin. “If you guys don’t feel safe walking back to your house, just let me or any of the other Alpha Theta Phi dudes know. We were gonna leave soon, but if you want to stay for a bit we can coordinate something.”
Bubblegum shared a look with the other girls and turned back to him. “We’re definitely ready to leave now. We live off campus, so it’s a bit of a walk. This party sucks anyway.”
Matt nodded and pulled out his phone. “Okay, cool. I’ll let my bros know I’m leaving.”
His bros sent congratulations in the chat when he told them he was taking some girls home, but he quickly explained the situation as the sorority girls gathered their belongings. Brett, the pres, asked him to ID the shitty pledges when he got back to the house so he could put them on the blacklist for their own parties. Brett had only been president for a year since the last one graduated, but he was quickly shaping up to be one of their best ever. He was the one who convinced Matt to run for vice pres, and Matt was surprised to actually discover a real passion for it. Especially since he works with a bro as competent as Brett, even if people mix up their names all the time.
He’s weaving his belt back through the loops on his jeans when the girls flock back to him. One with white eyeliner hooks her finger through his belt buckle and gently tugs on it with a smile.
“That was hot, opening the bottle with your belt. Where’d you learn that trick?”
Matt beams, always psyched to get compliments from girls. “My friend, Janelle. She usually just does it to impress chicks, but it’s also super convenient.”
The girls giggle to themselves. “Mhm, makes sense,” another girl with two-toned goddess braids agrees, and the girls giggle some more.
Matt held the door open for the girls as they glide out, then dutifully trailed after them. The girls chatted amongst themselves quietly, peering back at him every once in a while before continuing their chatter.
Matt ignored it. They were probably just checking to make sure he wasn’t staring at their asses or something equally inappropriate. He wasn’t offended or anything; he remembered being a girl and all the wariness that his Ma drilled into him. Even a dude who seems chill could turn out to be a “nice guy” or some shit like that.
Still though, it was weird for them to be so suspicious when they chose to cut through an alleyway. That’s definitely not a move he would make, but maybe they actually did trust him? That made him feel pretty proud. But he really should say something just in case.
“Hey, not to like, mansplain or any shit like that, but cutting through alleys is really unsafe and…” He trailed off as he realized that they had reached a dead end. “Are we, like, lost or something?”
He glanced at the girls to see if anyone was pulling up google maps, but instead they were crowding around him and herding him toward the wall. Was he getting jumped? He didn’t think girls did shit like that. Did they have knives? Of course they had knives, they’re girls who live in a city. What the fuck was he thinking? Yeah, he was buff as fuck, but this is five on one– he has no chance. Despite the fear, he couldn’t help but think about the femdom gangbang porn he jerks off to, and he felt his dick tingle. Maybe he should abstain from it for a while, because he’s feeling pretty fucked up for getting wet right now.
The girls giggled amongst themselves as he tried to figure out how he could run without hurting any of them. He could probably knock two of them over to make an escape, but he would feel shitty about it and–
He let out a squeak when the chick with trad goth makeup shoved his shirt up and cupped his pecs. She laughed at him as she squeezed the meat between her fingers. She turned to the girl with goddess braids who, in the meantime, had begun petting his happy trail.
“Look at his fucking tits! Bet he could fit into one of my bras,” she said, eyes bright with lust.
“Mmm, if he’s good enough, we’ll take him home to find out,” Goddess Braids hummed in response, lightly scratching his stomach with her acrylics.
The words, combined with their hands all over him, caused him to whine. Holy shit, this was turning out exactly like his pornos. He’s never been harder in his life, and his briefs were starting to stick to him from his wetness. Was this for real?
The girls cooed and giggled upon hearing him. Bubblegum reached out and pinched one of his nipples with her sharply pointed nails. He let out a sound like he’d been punched. He’d mostly lost feeling in his nipples since top surgery, but he’d felt that pinch just fine. He tried to squirm away, but the goth just pressed him harder into the wall (which, being real, didn’t do much since he was built like a brick shithouse, but it did make him wet). Bubblegum laved her pink tongue over the nipple she’d abused, before closing her equally pink lips around it and suckling. Goddess Braids leaned down to do the same with his other nipple, and he whined too loudly for the alleyway they were in.
The girl with white eyeliner and short nails fixed this, bringing three fingers to his lips and slowly fucking his mouth with them. His eyes fluttered as he realized that he was totally at their mercy despite his size, and he jerked his hips forward, hoping to get some friction on his dick. Trad Goth dug her nails into his stomach as a reprimand, and he moaned around the fingers dragging over his tongue. Drool trailed out of his mouth as his gag reflex kept being triggered, and White Eyeliner cooed before wiping him clean with her other hand before it could get on the girls teasing his nipples.
He was able to look down enough to see the last girl, with freckles all over and strawberry blonde hair, pull down the scoop neck of her shirt to reveal her HUGE tits. He was a C-cup before surgery and thought that was pretty big, but she had to be an E-cup or something. He desperately wanted to shove his face between them. She definitely noticed.
“I think he likes my tits, girls. Maybe we could get matching bras for me and him; that’d be cute, right?” She teased, and the others giggled in agreement.
She crouched down in front of him, careful not to lose her balance and reached for his belt before pausing. Her thin brows furrowed in confusion. “Hey, he’s not even hard,” she pouted.
Matt froze, and tried to close his legs as much as possible, but Bubblegum had already reached down to cup his crotch. Her eyes went half-lidded as she felt the warmth emanating from his pussy. He really hoped he hadn’t soaked through his jean– that would be so fucking embarassing, but the idea of them feeling and knowing how sloppy he was only made him wetter.
“Sorry Cady, but I don’t think you can give him a titjob,” Bubblegum told the strawberry blonde, and continued grinding her hand against his pussy, forcing the seam of his jeans directly onto his dick. Strawberry blonde’s eyebrows furrowed more, before she let out a quiet ‘oh’ and giggled as she realized.
“It’s whatever. If I wanna give a titjob, I’ll just give Daria one,” Cady said, unbothered, before turning to Trad Goth. “Get you hard before you fuck him,” Cady purred at the paler girl, earning a laugh from her and a loud whine from Matt.
Cady reached out and undid his hopefully dry jeans, pulling them down around his ankles. She trailed a finger over his soaked through blue briefs, flicking at his erect dick, causing him to choke and his legs to shake. She stroked it through the fabric between the V of her fingers, and placed a delicate kiss to the tip when it jumped.
Daria watched eagerly as Cady worked his briefs down to join his jeans, stroking her coffin-shaped nails through his full happy trail down to his pussy, spreading the furred outer lips and exposing his dick to Cady. Goddess Braids and Bubblegum each reached a hand down to spread the plump meat of his ass, teasing his holes with not-quite-there touches without taking a break from working his nipples. White Eyeliner kissed his neck as she continued making him gag on her fingers, only diverting her attention to lap up whatever tears escaped his eyes.
“His dick’s so cute! Iris, you wouldn’t have to worry about choking on this one!” Cady exclaimed.
“I can’t wait to give him head. Never eaten out a man before. Wonder what his pussy tastes like,” White Eyeliner murmured, voice teasing yet thick with lust.
Cady, instead of replying, gripped his thighs and licked a stripe from the bottom of his opening to his dick. He tried to cry out around Iris’s fingers, but it only came out as a gurgle from how much he was salivating. Cady closed her lips around his dick and sucked, pulling off with a wet ‘pop’ noise and blowing on the sensitive tip before proceeding to dive inside his sensitive entrance, tongue curling and stroking his inner walls and popping out to zigzag through his inner lips back to his dick. Over, and over, and over again, but never in the same pattern.
Given the situation, he was genuinely shocked that he had lasted this long. How was he supposed to resist his go-to porn come to life? This had always been a fantasy of his, and now that it was actually happening, he was more turned on than he’d ever been. It was no surprise when he came after only five minutes. His whole body shuddered as he groaned and sucked on the fingers in his mouth, riding the wave of his orgasm while his pussy throbbed around nothing. The wetness slicked Cady’s face as she pulled away to suck on his dick, overstimulating him while Daria kept his pussy spread open to the cold night air.
Cady finally pulled off with one last kiss to the tip, before standing up and wiping her mouth off on her sleeve. Daria replaced her in front of him, carefully taking off her skirt and handing it to Cady for safekeeping. She pulled down her black thong, and–
FUCK. Fuck, her dick was huge: probably 8 inches and thick enough to be a handful. The tip was a pretty rosy color, and the head was fat like a mushroom. When she slapped it against his stomach, it was heavy and hot. His pussy clenched desperately– he wanted her dick so bad he felt dumb with it.
She snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Two things baby– first: are you clean, and second: are you on birth control?”
Iris took her fingers out of his mouth so he could answer. “Yeah, I’m, yeah, both,” he stuttered.
He couldn’t take his attention off that fat cock and how far up it rested on his stomach. That thing was going to beat up his pussy, and he couldn’t wait to feel it bruising his cervix. Fuck, he hoped she was rough. He wanted to feel empty tomorrow, like she’d molded his pussy around her dick. He’d have to buy a bigger dildo after this if he ever wanted to cum again. Or beg for a repeat performance.
“Good job baby, I know that must’ve been hard with how desperate you are right now,” Iris praised him, tracing the curve of his ear with her tongue as she replaced her fingers in his mouth. Daria moved her cock between his thighs, grinding it against his pussy and gathering his wetness to slick her generous length. He could barely wait, bucking forward with each slow thrust. He wanted her inside of him so badly he couldn’t think of anything else.
Finally, she positioned the fat head of her (raw!) cock at the opening of his pussy and gently pressed against the dripping hole. After a few kisses, the head popped in, and he quivered at the shock to his system. His pussy let out a flood of slick as his arousal spiked, further preparing the way for the huge cock prying his walls apart. Daria carefully worked her way inside of him with slow, shallow thrusts until she was finally balls-deep inside of him.
Her balls were big too, he had noticed, and perfectly sculpted. He hoped that this wasn’t a one-time thing; he wanted to feel her balls slapping against his dick while she fucked him doggy style, or resting on his face while he ate her out.
Daria stayed balls deep inside of his pussy, her pretty eyelashes fluttering in pleasure while the other girls cooed over him. His stomach was cramping a little from how firmly the head of her cock was pressed against his cervix, and his eyes rolled back in his head from it. Fuck, she was so deep inside of him. Even the discomfort couldn’t take away from his arousal. Honestly, it kind of added to it. He knew for a fact that his pussy was going to gape after this, and the thought combined with all the sensations made him pulse enthusiastically. It almost felt like a mini-orgasm or something.
He groaned around Iris’s fingers, and Daria bit her lip and dug her nails into his hips as she resisted cumming.
“Oh my god, did he really just cum from having you inside him?” Bubblegum giggled.
“Genevieve, I really need you to shut up right now,” Daria gritted out between clenched teeth, lipstick still in perfect condition.
“Angel, I think he just came,” Genevieve gossipped to Goddess Braids, ignoring Daria.
“I don’t think he came, Gennie, I think he’s just a slut. Look at his dick– It’s twitching! That’s so cute,” Angel cooed as she tweaked his nipple.
“Fuck, Angel, don’t do that!” Daria whined. “You’re making him get tighter~.”
“Stop being so dramatic, Daria,” Genevieve huffed. “You can cum more than once, and it doesn’t take you that long to get it up again.”
“Plus, it’d be hot to see it dripping out while you fuck him,” Cady added, to which all the other girls made noises of agreement.
Daria took in a sharp breath, and looked down at where she and Matt were joined.
“...that would be hot,” she conceded. She loosened her grip on his hips, absently petting at the indents she had left earlier.
“Make him cum again.”
The other girls squealed as quietly as possible, like they were the 50th caller and won tickets to their favorite boyband during a slumberparty, and immediately got to work while Daria busied herself with grinding into his pussy. She barely pulled out, and each time the fat head of her cock ground against his cervix, he felt like he was being static shocked. But, like, in his cunt.
He was definitely going to cum again.
Iris finally took her fingers out of his mouth, but replaced them with her tongue. She explored his mouth, sucking on his tongue and only pulling away to bite his bottom lip. He heard a sound like tearing foil, and was barely able to focus enough to notice Cady rolling a pre-lubed condom down Iris’s fingers. She reached behind him and gently worked one finger, then two into his asshole, thrusting them in time with Daria’s grinding. Regardless of the condom, Matt had never been more grateful that his frat had invested in bidets for their house.
Genevieve and Angel took turns stroking his dick, cooing over how cute they found it when it twitched, and wow– Matt never knew that was something he got off on, but apparently you can always learn new things about yourself. Fuck, he loved women.
Cady, after helping Iris, kneeled down behind Daria and began eating her out, intermittently pulling away to lick and suck on her heavy balls. Fuck, Matt wanted to do that so badly, he was salivating from it. But if he was in Cady’s place, then he wouldn’t be so full of fat dick. What a struggle. He was so relieved they were domming him, because there’s no way he would be able to choose.
A few minutes later, Daria bit into Matt’s pec to muffle her moan, and he felt her throbbing inside of him, and oh shit oh shit oh–
Nobody had ever cum inside of him raw before. He’d always known he liked women so he never fucked a man, and any transwomen who had fucked him had always worn condoms. He’s the vp of a frat– he has to know so much about safe sex that he’d never considered anything else. But if he’d known that it would feel like this? So slick, so hot, so full? He would’ve begged every girlfriend and fuckbuddy who could to breed him.
He could feel his pussy flexing around Daria’s barely softened cock as he came again, greedily trying to coax more cum out of her shaft. Her cum was so deep inside of him, right up against his cervix, warming him at his deepest point. If he hadn’t been on testosterone for so long and birth control so consistently, he would be knocked up for sure. Then again… you can still get pregnant on T, and birth control can fail.
His eyes rolled back and his pussy clenched at the thought of a group of gorgeous women making him their breeding bitch, keeping him stuffed full and pleasing them. He was praying to every divinity out there that these sorority girls kept him after this.
“Ohhh~” Daria moaned, and she sounded so pretty that Matt wanted to record her voice so he could jerk off to it later. “No shade to any of you, but I have never had a hole milk me like this before.”
“Can’t wait to break it~” Genevieve teased as she flicked his dick, the other girls giggling around him. He whined around Iris’s tongue and his hips jerked as she managed to fit a third finger into his inexperienced asshole while he was still coming down from his high. She finally freed his tongue, choosing instead to go back to littering his neck and shoulder with hickies, only for the appendage to be immediately captured by Angel.
Daria heaved a deep breath, small tits bouncing ever so slightly from the movement.
“Okay,” she sighed lightly. “Now that I took the edge off, it’s time to do this for real.”
Genevieve helped Matt free one leg from the trap of his jeans and briefs, which Daria proceeded to hike up onto her rounded hip. Matt choked at the new angle, and Angel soothed him before passing his mouth to Genevieve’s bubblegum pink lips.
“I know, sweetness,” Angel cooed in his ear. “She’s already so big, but that angle makes her feel even bigger, doesn’t it? Like it shouldn’t fit, but she’s making it.”
“Shit, Angel, that’s so hot,” Daria hissed, before Angel connected their perfectly painted lips, intertwining their tongues.
Finally, Daria began thrusting into him. Her strokes were steady, firm and deep. She didn’t hold back from using her entire blessed length, and every time the head knocked against the door to his womb, he felt his pussy contract. After two orgasms, he was so sensitive. He felt every brush against his walls twice as much, and his g-spot and dick throbbed with pleasure.
He could barely grunt around Genevieve’s tongue, pleasured from every angle and going stupid from it. He clamped down hard onto Daria’s length when Iris added a fourth finger. Daria hissed with pleasure, earning Matt a reprimanding spank from Genvieve. Of course, this only made his pussy clench again. He had never thought he would be into impact play, but right now, his mouth and his pussy were drooling over it. Maybe it was the punishment aspect, or maybe it was the shock it sent through his system. Matt didn’t really care much, to be honest. He just wanted them to spank his ass and pussy red before fucking him in both his holes. He sighed dreamily over the thought, before being drawn back to earth by Daria speeding up.
She was really pounding him now, wet smacks echoing in the alley so loud he was afraid they would get caught. The thought only made him drip, further wetting Daria’s heavy balls and cock, allowing her to fuck him faster. He wanted someone passing by to overhear and come investigate, and when all they found was a slut getting gangbanged, they would take out their phone and record. Maybe they would join in, and then use it to blackmail him into being their free use sex toy.
Daria pounded against his g-spot a few more times before forcing herself as deep as she could go inside his pussy. Her dick throbbed as she came inside him again without warning, like he was just some pocket pussy for her to jerk off with. The feeling of wet heat being poured into him again made his cunt milk her cock for all it could get. It massaged her dick like a perfect toy, proving that this was Matt’s true purpose in life. Tears welled over his lash line as the pressure at his g-spot boiled over, leaving his toes and fingers clenching and sending his eyes rolling back in his skull. He squirted onto Daria’s pelvis, her dick still buried balls deep inside him.
He felt high, dazed but satiated in a way that reminded him of eating a few edibles and using his THC lube to jerk off. Around him the girls cooed and praised him, but he couldn’t process anything. He felt floaty as they steadied him and pulled his pants up, letting his briefs catch whatever dripped out of his gaping holes. The girls surrounded him like bodyguards as they helped him stumble out of the alleyway and one more block to what he assumed was their apartment.
Once they had the door closed and locked, the girls stripped him and each other before Daria and Cady helped him into the shower. They gently cleaned him, pressing kisses and praise into wet skin before making him cum one last time when they noticed his dick somehow hardening again after everything.
He was passed out the second they bundled him into their bed.