Carrie stepped into the dimly lit living room of the off-campus house, her short plaid skirt barely covering the creamy white curve of her ass as she tugged it down self-consciously, the fabric riding up with every step on the worn hardwood floors. The air hung thick with the scent of weed, cheap beer, and something musky from the two black men sprawled on the couch—Marcus with his ripped arms flexing as he leaned forward, his eyes raking over her cheerleader body, and D, the heavier guy whose massive frame took up half the space, his thick thighs spread wide. Sharon, tiny and tan in a cropped tank that clung to her perky tits, squealed and pulled her little sister into a hug, whispering how hot she looked while Carrie’s cheeks flushed, thinking guiltily of her boyfriend back home. “Fuck, you grew up nice,” Marcus rumbled, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine as he handed her a red Solo cup already half-full of something strong that burned going down.

The drinking started fast, Sharon pouring shots that made Carrie’s head spin, the alcohol loosening the knot of guilt in her stomach even as she felt her nipples harden against the thin fabric of her top under the guys’ hungry stares. Marcus’s hand brushed her thigh “accidentally” while they laughed on the couch, his fingers lingering just long enough to trace the edge of her skirt, sending heat pooling between her legs. D chuckled low from the armchair, adjusting the obvious bulge in his sweats that hinted at the huge cock Sharon had bragged about, and Carrie crossed her legs tight, feeling her pussy already starting to dampen from the attention. Sharon dragged her up to change into something even skimpier for the frat party— that same short skirt now paired with a halter that pushed her 34B tits together, creamy skin flushed from the booze.

The frat house pulsed with bass and bodies when they arrived, sweat-slicked air heavy with alcohol and cologne as Carrie swayed into the crowd on Sharon’s arm, her ass jiggling with each step in heels that made her legs look longer. Guys swarmed immediately, hands on her waist pulling her into dances that turned filthy quick—some tall jock grinding his hard cock against her ass through his jeans, whispering how he wanted to bend her over right there while his fingers slipped under her skirt to cup the bare cheek of her great ass. She moaned softly despite herself, feeling slutty and wicked as another guy from the kitchen pressed against her front, his palm sliding up to squeeze her tit, thumb circling her stiff nipple until she arched into it, the guilt over her boyfriend fading with each shot and every dirty grind. Her pussy throbbed wetly, panties soaked as hands roamed, one bold finger hooking the edge of her thong to tease along her slit, making her gasp and spread her legs just a little wider in the dim corner.

Petting escalated in the packed living room, bodies pressing close as Carrie let two guys sandwich her, one’s thick fingers working under her skirt to rub her swollen clit through the wet fabric while the other kissed her neck and pinched her tits roughly, her creamy skin breaking out in goosebumps from the crude attention. “Yeah, baby, you’re dripping for this,” the one behind her growled, his dick hard and insistent against her ass as he dry-humped in rhythm with the music, his free hand spreading her cheeks to grind deeper. Sharon laughed nearby with Marcus, but Carrie barely noticed, too lost in the sensations—saliva-slick lips on hers from a third guy who shoved his tongue deep while his hand fumbled to free her tit for a quick, hungry suck that made her cunt clench emptily. She felt like a total slut, moaning louder as fingers finally pushed her thong aside and stroked her slick folds, dipping just inside her tight pussy to feel how wet and ready she was getting.

More bodies crowded in, the petting turning into a haze of groping hands and whispered filth—“Suck my dick later, cheerleader slut”—as Carrie’s short skirt hiked up fully, exposing her to eager touches that circled her asshole teasingly and flicked her clit until her knees buckled. Her creamy thighs trembled with building need, nipples aching from all the pinching and twisting, the room’s heat making sweat bead on her skin as she ground back against the erections rubbing her from every angle. Sharon pulled her away briefly for another drink, but the buzz only made Carrie hornier, her mind fuzzy with guilt-tinged excitement until a tall, muscular black guy cut through the crowd—Steve, all sexy swagger and dark eyes that locked onto hers like he already owned her.

Steve’s hand found her waist first, pulling her close with a smooth confidence that made the other guys back off a bit, his voice low and rough as he leaned in, “Sharon’s little sis, huh? Fuck, you’re even hotter up close.” His fingers traced down her back to grip her ass firmly, squeezing the firm cheek while his other hand boldly cupped her tit, thumb brushing her nipple in a way that sent fresh wetness flooding her pussy. Carrie’s breath hitched as he pressed his growing bulge against her hip, the thickness promising something intense, and she couldn’t stop the slutty little moan that escaped when he whispered exactly what he wanted to do to her tight cunt right there in the middle of the party.

Steve’s hot breath tickled her ear as he growled about bending her over the nearest table and stretching her tight little cunt with his thick black cock until she screamed, his fingers digging harder into her ass cheek while his other hand slipped under the halter to pinch her nipple sharply. Carrie moaned louder, grinding her soaked pussy against his thigh as the music thumped around them, the crowd’s hands still roaming but Steve’s commanding presence making her focus entirely on him, her thong drenched and her clit throbbing with every filthy promise he muttered. They danced close and dirty for what felt like hours, his bulge growing impossibly hard against her hip as she reached down to palm it through his jeans, feeling the massive length twitch and leak precum that soaked the denim, her own wetness dripping down her thighs while he fingered her under the skirt, two thick digits plunging knuckle-deep into her slick cunt with a wet squelch that made her whimper and buck against him.

The alcohol hit harder after another round of shots, her head spinning as the room blurred and she lost sight of Sharon in the sweaty throng, panic rising when calls went unanswered and the groping hands turned overwhelming. Steve noticed her fear immediately, wrapping an arm around her waist like a gentleman and offering to take her straight to Sharon’s place since he knew the way, his voice steady and reassuring even as his cock still strained visibly. The short walk cleared her head just enough for guilt to flicker, but once inside the off-campus house with the door shut, she dropped to her knees in thanks, tugging his jeans down to free the enormous veiny cock that sprang out heavy and dark, the fat head glistening with precum as she wrapped both hands around the thick shaft and licked a long stripe from balls to tip.

She sucked him eagerly but refused to let him fuck her, murmuring about her boyfriend back home even as she bobbed her head deep, gagging on the girth that stretched her lips wide and made spit drip down her chin onto her tits, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside while Steve groaned and thrust shallowly into her throat. He didn’t push for more, instead gripping her hair and fucking her mouth with controlled strokes until his balls tightened and he flooded her tongue with thick ropes of hot cum, ordering her to swallow every drop like the good little cheerleader slut she was, which she did happily, gulping the salty load with messy slurps and a satisfied moan as some dribbled from the corner of her mouth.

Inside, Sharon squealed with relief seeing Carrie safe, pulling her into a hug before the group settled in to keep the party going, Marcus already rolling a blunt when D arrived with the bong and packed it full, the sweet smoke soon filling the room and loosening everyone further as they passed it around. High and buzzing, Sharon and Carrie put on a show, the former drill team member and current cheerleader moving their bodies in perfect sync to the low music, hips rolling and asses shaking as they stripped down to just thongs and gave the guys lap dances—D first, grinding her dripping cunt along his massive bulge while he smacked her cheeks and fingered her asshole, then Sharon taking her turn on Marcus with similar filthy enthusiasm, both girls moaning and spreading their legs to show how wet they were getting.

When it was Steve’s turn, Carrie straddled him facing away at first, twerking her bare ass against his hard cock and reaching back to stroke it through his pants, but as she turned to face him and slid her soaked pussy along his length, she glanced over and saw Sharon already on all fours on the other couch, Marcus pounding into her from behind with deep, wet thrusts that made her sister’s tits bounce and her cunt squelch loudly around his thick dick. The sight sent a jolt of raw heat through Carrie, her own pussy clenching emptily until she couldn’t resist anymore, yanking Steve’s cock free and sinking down onto it with a long, gasping moan, taking every inch deep into her tight cunt despite her earlier protests as he gripped her hips and started fucking up into her hard and fast, the room filling with the sounds of skin slapping, wet fucking, and both girls’ desperate cries while D watched and stroked himself nearby.

Carrie’s eyes locked onto her sister’s body as Marcus drove into Sharon from behind with brutal force, his heavy balls slapping wetly against her swollen clit with every thrust while Sharon’s cunt gripped his thick black shaft, creamy juices coating his length and dripping onto the couch in sticky strings. Sharon moaned like a whore, pushing back to take him deeper, her ass rippling as Marcus buried himself to the hilt and ground his hips in tight circles that made her pussy squelch loudly. Carrie felt Steve’s cock throb inside her own slick heat at the sight, her walls fluttering around his girth as she bounced harder, the wet sounds of her own fucking mixing with her sister’s. Marcus grunted and pulled out suddenly, stroking his slick dick until thick ropes of cum erupted across Sharon’s arched back and ass, painting her tan skin white as she whimpered and reached back to spread her cheeks for him.

Sharon collapsed forward, panting, but Marcus wasn’t done watching. He pulled her up beside him on the couch, his hand sliding between her legs to finger her cum-slicked cunt while they both stared at Carrie riding Steve. “Damn, look at that tight little cheerleader pussy swallowing that dick,” Marcus growled, his fingers pumping Sharon’s sloppy hole. “I’m gonna fuck her little sis raw next, stretch that sweet cunt just like I did yours.” Sharon’s eyes widened even as she rocked on his hand, her voice breathy but firm. “You better not, Marcus. She’s got a boyfriend.” Still, she didn’t look away, her fingers joining his to rub her own clit as they cheered Carrie on with filthy encouragement.

Sharon slid off the couch and dropped to her knees right beside Steve’s chair, one hand reaching up to stroke Carrie’s bouncing tits while the other slipped between her little sister’s spread thighs to rub her swollen clit in tight circles. “That’s it, baby, take that big cock deep,” Sharon coached, her voice husky as she watched Steve’s shaft disappear into Carrie’s stretched pussy again and again. “Feel how full you are? Grind down on him, let him pound your cunt until you cream all over that dick.” Carrie’s moans turned into desperate sobs of pleasure, her body shaking as Sharon’s fingers worked faster, slick with her juices, until the orgasm crashed through her hard enough to make her cunt clamp down rhythmically, squirting around Steve’s pistoning cock.

Steve groaned and thrust up one last time, his balls tightening as he flooded Carrie’s spasming pussy with hot pulses of cum, the thick load leaking out around his shaft and down his balls while Carrie kept rocking through the aftershocks. D had moved closer during the climax, his massive cock out and throbbing, and he aimed it right at Carrie’s face and heaving tits, stroking the fat length until heavy ropes of cum splashed across her cheeks, lips, and creamy cleavage, some of it dripping down to mix with the sweat on her flushed skin. Steve eased her off his softening dick with a wet pop, kissed her forehead, and slipped out the door without a word, leaving the room thick with the smell of sex and cum.

Sharon and Marcus disappeared down the hall to the bedroom, their low moans and the rhythmic slap of flesh soon echoing faintly as they started fucking again. D lingered just long enough to watch Carrie slump back on the couch, spent and covered, before heading off to crash in the other room. Carrie stayed where she was, the mess cooling on her skin as exhaustion pulled her under, the party’s haze finally claiming her. She woke hours later to the faint glow from the streetlight outside, the house quiet except for the wet sound of skin on skin and the heavy breathing right beside her. D was kneeling by the couch, one large hand cupping and squeezing her bare ass while his other fist pumped slowly along his enormous cock, the head already leaking precum that he smeared over her ass cheek.

Carrie’s eyes fluttered open fully as she felt his thumb brush her asshole, and instead of pulling away she reached back, wrapping her fingers around the thick base of his dick. “You need some help with that?” she whispered, voice still hoarse from earlier, and D’s low chuckle was all the answer she got before he pulled her onto her stomach and mounted her from behind. He pushed into her cum-slicked cunt in one slow thrust that stretched her wide all over again, his heavy balls resting against her as he started a deep, rocking pace that made the couch creak. Sharon appeared in the doorway a few minutes later, drawn by the sounds, her own body naked and marked with Marcus’s earlier load; she leaned against the frame, fingers sliding into her pussy as she watched her little sister get fucked hard on the couch, D’s massive shaft pounding in and out with wet, obscene noises while Carrie moaned into the cushions and pushed back for more.

D’s massive hands gripped her hips firmly, his thick fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as he drove his enormous cock deeper into her cum-slicked cunt with each slow, deliberate thrust. The wet squelch of his veiny shaft stretching her tight walls filled the room, her pussy clenching greedily around the girth as he bottomed out, his heavy balls slapping wetly against her swollen clit. Carrie moaned louder into the cushions, her voice muffled and desperate, pushing her ass back to meet every inch, feeling the head of his dick nudge against her cervix while her juices mixed with Steve’s earlier load and dripped down her thighs in sticky trails. “Fuck, that’s it, take this black cock like the little slut you are,” D growled, his voice low and rumbling as he picked up the pace, pounding into her with long, powerful strokes that made her creamy ass ripple and her tits sway beneath her.

Sharon watched from the doorway, her fingers plunging in and out of her own dripping pussy with slick sounds, her eyes locked on the way D’s thick dick disappeared between her sister’s spread cheeks. She stepped closer, her naked body glistening with sweat and dried cum, and knelt beside the couch, reaching out to spread Carrie’s ass wider for him. “Look at that tight little cheerleader cunt sucking him in,” Sharon purred, her voice husky with arousal as she leaned in and licked a slow stripe along the base of D’s cock where it met Carrie’s stretched pussy lips, tasting the mingled cum and juices. Carrie gasped at the added sensation, her walls fluttering as Sharon’s tongue flicked over her clit on each withdrawal, the wet heat making her push back harder against the relentless pounding.

D shifted his angle, hooking one of Carrie’s legs up onto the couch to drive even deeper, his massive shaft pistoning in and out with obscene wet noises that echoed through the quiet house. Precum and leftover cum leaked out around his thick base with every thrust, coating his balls and her inner thighs in a glossy sheen as he grunted and smacked her ass hard, leaving red handprints on the pale skin. Carrie’s moans turned into high-pitched whimpers, her fingers clawing at the cushions while her pussy throbbed and clenched, the fullness stretching her so perfectly she felt like she might split apart from the pleasure. Sharon’s hand slid up to cup one of her bouncing tits, pinching the stiff nipple roughly as she whispered filthy encouragements: “Take it all, baby, let him wreck that sweet cunt until you cum all over that dick again.”

The rhythm intensified as D leaned forward, his broad chest pressing against Carrie’s back while he reached around to rub her swollen clit in rough circles, his cock buried to the hilt and grinding in tight, circular motions that made her squirt small gushes of wetness around him. Sharon moved in front of the couch now, spreading her own legs and guiding Carrie’s face between her thighs so her little sister could lick at her cum-marked pussy, the taste of Marcus’s load still fresh on her tongue. Carrie moaned against Sharon’s folds, her tongue lapping eagerly at the slick cunt while D continued his deep, punishing thrusts from behind, the dual sensations overwhelming her until her body shook with another building orgasm.

Sweat slicked their skin as the fucking grew messier, D’s heavy balls slapping loudly against Carrie with every powerful drive, his cock throbbing inside her as he neared his own release. Sharon ground her pussy against Carrie’s mouth, moaning and holding her sister’s head in place while fingers tangled in her hair, the room thick with the scent of sex and the sounds of wet slapping flesh, desperate moans, and guttural grunts. Carrie’s cunt spasmed hard around D’s shaft, milking him as she came again, her juices squirting out in a hot rush that soaked the couch beneath them.

D pulled out at the last moment with a wet pop, flipping Carrie onto her back so he could stroke his massive cock over her face and tits, thick ropes of hot cum erupting across her flushed cheeks, open mouth, and heaving breasts in heavy pulses that she eagerly licked up. Sharon leaned down to kiss her sister messily, sharing the salty load on their tongues while D’s cock twitched and softened against Carrie’s thigh, the aftershocks leaving them all panting in the dim light.

The next morning dawned hazy and bright through the half-drawn blinds of the off-campus house, Carrie stirring first with a sticky ache between her thighs and dried cum flaking on her tits as she peeled herself off the couch where D had left her sprawled. Sharon was already up, giggling in the kitchen with Marcus as they mixed bloody marys for the tailgate, her sister’s bare ass peeking out from an oversized tee while Marcus’s hand casually groped under the hem. Carrie joined them, still naked and sore, letting the alcohol burn away the guilt as they piled into Steve’s car for the stadium lot, the pregame air thick with grill smoke, beer, and throbbing bass from truck beds where crowds danced and cheered. Hands wandered again under her short skirt as Marcus pulled her close for shots, his thick fingers teasing her still-swollen pussy lips while Sharon cheered them on, the three of them grinding to the music until Carrie’s cunt was dripping down her legs again.

By afternoon the tailgate blurred into a sweaty haze of more drinks and filthy promises, Marcus whispering how he’d been waiting to stretch her tight cheerleader cunt all night while his bulge pressed against her ass during a slow grind. They hit the bars near campus as the sun set, the group staggering from one dive to another with rounds flowing nonstop, Sharon getting louder and sloppier with each tequila shot until her words slurred and she leaned heavily on D for support. Carrie felt the buzz hit harder too, her inhibitions melting as Marcus’s palm slid up her inner thigh at the sticky bar counter, two thick fingers pushing aside her thong to stroke her slick folds in slow circles that made her bite her lip and spread wider on the stool.

They stumbled back to the house late, Sharon collapsing onto the living room couch in a drunken heap, her tiny body limp and snoring softly with her skirt hiked up and thong askew. Marcus wasted no time, locking the door behind them and turning to Carrie with that same commanding heat in his eyes, yanking her halter down to free her tits as he backed her against the wall. “Been dying to fuck this blonde pussy raw,” he growled, shoving two fingers knuckle-deep into her dripping cunt with a wet squelch that echoed in the quiet room, pumping them hard and fast while his thumb circled her swollen clit until her knees buckled and juices ran down his wrist.

He spun her around and bent her over the arm of the couch right beside her passed-out sister, ripping her thong aside and lining up his massive black cock before slamming in deep with one brutal thrust that stretched her walls to their limit, the fat head battering her cervix as he started a relentless rhythm of long, pounding strokes. Carrie moaned into the cushions, her creamy ass rippling with every slap of his heavy balls against her clit, her tight pussy gripping his veiny shaft like a vice while he grunted and smacked her cheeks red, the wet sounds of his cock plowing through her slick folds filling the air as he leaned over to pinch her nipples and whisper how much tighter she felt than Sharon. He fucked her slow at first, pulling almost all the way out to watch her cunt gape before driving back in to the hilt, building to a furious pace that made her squirt around his girth with every other thrust, her body shaking as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her.

Marcus flipped her onto her back next, hooking her legs over his shoulders to pound even deeper, his thick cock glistening with her cream as it pistoned in and out of her stretched hole with obscene wet noises, Sharon’s unconscious form just inches away while he bottomed out and ground his hips in circles that made Carrie’s walls flutter and clench. He reached down to rub her clit roughly, ordering her to cum on his dick like the slut she was, and she did with a muffled scream, her pussy milking him hard until he pulled out at the last second and painted her heaving tits and open mouth with thick ropes of hot cum that she licked up greedily.

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