School trip 5/5

Part 5: The GangbangThe door clicked shut behind Sam — the waiter — just past midnight.He looked different already.No uniform. Just joggers, trainers, and a black vest stretched across his chest. Nervous, but not hesitant. His eyes locked on me like he couldn’t believe I was real.“Still hungry?” he asked.I pulled off my towel and dropped it to the floor.“Ravenous.”⸻Getting StartedThey didn’t waste time.Elliot was the first to touch me — one hand stroking my chest, the other slipping between my legs, fingers finding my hole and sliding in effortlessly. Still open. Still slick from the day before.“You’re ready for this,” he said, voice dark.I nodded, breath shaking. “Please.”James knelt behind me. I felt his mouth before I even saw him — hot, wet, filthy — rimming me wide open while Elliot kissed me deep and slow, his tongue tasting faintly of beer and anticipation.Danny stripped off and stood in front of me, cock already hard, heavy with promise.“Get that mouth busy.”I moaned and opened wide, wrapping my lips around him, tasting precome and sweat. He groaned as I sucked, hips twitching.“Fuck, you’re eager tonight.”Sam just stood watching for a minute, eyes wide, trousers tightening. Then Elliot waved him forward.“Don’t just stare. You’re part of this.”⸻Used. Filled. Worshipped.I was laid flat across the bed, head hanging off the edge, mouth open, throat relaxed. Sam fed his cock between my lips while James mounted me again, pushing in with a slick, perfect stretch that made me cry out around the dick in my mouth.They set a rhythm. In. Out. One in my throat, one deep in my arse. Then they’d switch. Over and over.Danny stroked himself watching it. Elliot filmed. I didn’t care. I wanted to be watched.By the time Elliot fucked me, my hole was clenching around nothing, desperate. He slammed in with one push and groaned. “Still so fucking tight.”I was babbling now. Begging. Moaning. My throat raw, jaw slack, hole pulsing with every thrust.Then they started stacking.James in my mouth.Elliot in my arse.Danny at my side, feeding his cock into my hand, whispering filth in my ear.“You love tasting your own hole on us, don’t you?”I nodded, mouth full.“You’re starving for it.”And I was.When Elliot pulled out and fed me his cock still wet from my arse, I moaned so hard I nearly came untouched. The taste of myself. Sharp, earthy, raw.I sucked him like it was life or death. Then Sam replaced him, already twitching, already leaking.⸻The Come FloodIt started with James. He pulled out, pushed deep one last time, and filled my hole with his come. Hot. Heavy. Pumping inside me until it dripped.Danny came next — in my mouth, holding my face as he unloaded across my tongue, telling me to swallow it all like a good lad.Then Elliot again — fucking me hard, fast, until he exploded inside me. I felt it spread, my hole soaked, dripping down my thighs.Sam’s cock slid back between my lips and pulsed instantly, his moan sharp as he emptied every drop into my throat.And then finally, James again — second round — jerking himself off and painting my chest and face as I lay there open, filled, and gasping.⸻AftermathI didn’t move.Couldn’t.I was soaked. Slick. Shaking. My arse leaking, mouth still tingling from the heat of them. My skin gleamed in the low light — sweat, spit, come everywhere.They lay around me, catching their breath, hands casually stroking my sides, my hair, my stomach.Elliot leaned down, kissed my lips slow, and whispered:“You were made for this.”And I believed him.⸻