The bus hissed to a stop outside the off-campus house, headlights cutting through the dark. Mia adjusted her trench coat over nothing but a pair of heels and climbed down, the cool night air licking her bare thighs. Inside, the nude party was already loud—music thumping, bodies glowing under string lights. Every girl from the senior floor had shown up bare, and the guys were down to their briefs or less.
A hand caught her wrist. “You’re late for the contest,” Jenna said, grinning. She was already glistening, nipples tight. “Best orgasm wins the bottle of tequila. Judges are the guys from the rugby house. Losers get spanked.”
Mia’s pulse jumped. She’d always been the quiet one, but the bus ride over—pressed between two girls who kept whispering about how wet they already were—had left her aching. “Fine,” she said, and let the coat drop.
They lined up on the living-room rug. The contest was simple and filthy: hands only, one minute, no touching yourself with anything but fingers. Mia dropped to her knees, thighs spread, and started circling her clit in tight, desperate strokes. Beside her, the nympho from the soccer team—Lexi—was already moaning, two fingers buried deep, hips rolling like she couldn’t stop. Lexi came first, loud and shaking, then again almost immediately, cursing and laughing. The judges called time. Mia was second, dripping onto the rug.
“Lexi wins,” one of the rugby guys announced. “Mia… spanked.”
They bent her over the arm of the couch. The first slap landed hard enough to jolt her forward. Heat bloomed across her ass. The second made her gasp. By the fifth she was pushing back into it, the sting turning into a heavy throb between her legs. Lexi watched, still rubbing herself, eyes bright. “Harder,” she told them. “She likes it.”
After the spanking they dragged Mia upstairs to the big shared shower. Water already steamed the glass. Lexi followed, sliding in behind her. “I haven’t come enough yet,” she said against Mia’s ear, and pressed her to the tile. Soap-slick hands ran over Mia’s breasts, then lower. Lexi dropped to her knees and licked, slow and filthy, while the water poured over both of them. Mia came again, knees buckling, fingers tangled in Lexi’s wet hair.
When they stumbled back downstairs, the party had shifted. Couples were fucking on the couches. Lexi pulled Mia toward an empty corner and bent her over again. This time there was no spanking—just the blunt press of a guy’s cock against Mia’s ass. She tensed, then relaxed when Lexi’s fingers found her clit again.
“Sodomy,” Lexi whispered, almost giggling. “You’ve never, right? Let him. I’ll keep you coming.”
The first push burned. Mia’s breath caught, but Lexi didn’t stop rubbing, and the guy went slow until the stretch turned into a deep, filthy fullness. He fucked her ass in short, careful strokes while Lexi kissed her and fingered her until Mia was shaking, coming around nothing, the orgasm so sharp she cried out into Lexi’s mouth. The guy groaned and pulled out, spilling across her lower back.
Lexi wasn’t done. She dragged another guy over, then another, riding one while the second fucked her from behind, switching positions every few minutes like she couldn’t decide which hole needed filling more. Mia watched, still bent over, still open and throbbing, until Lexi looked back at her with that same hungry smile.
“Your turn again,” the nympho said, and Mia didn’t argue. She just spread her legs and let the next pair of hands pull her under.
