The bus stopped in front of a large house on a quiet street. No neighbors with lights on. No traffic. Just this house, dark except for a few lights glowing in the basement windows.

"Last stop," Ryan announced. "Private after-party. Just us."

They stumbled off the bus, clothes disheveled, faces flushed. The night air hit Emma's skin, cool after the heated interior of the bus. The house was large, clearly a fraternity, but obviously empty. Construction equipment visible through the windows. Tarps covering furniture in the front rooms. The smell of sawdust and fresh paint drifted from somewhere inside.

"We've got the whole place," Ryan explained, producing a key. "They're doing renovations, but the basement's finished. Nice and private."

He led them through the dark house and down a flight of stairs. The carpet was new, the walls freshly painted, the smell of chemicals sharp in Emma's nose.

The basement was set up like it had been waiting for them. Low couches in a circle. Mattresses on the floor, covered in plastic sheets that gleamed in the low light. Professional lighting that cast everything in a warm, flattering glow. And in the corners, cameras on tripods.

A handful of men Emma didn't recognize were already there, waiting. They stood as the group descended the stairs, eyes moving over the women with undisguised hunger. Strangers. Men she'd never seen before in her life.

"Fresh meat," one of them said. "Nice."

Emma's foggy mind tried to process this. More people. I didn't know there would be more people. Should I—

"Emma." Ryan's voice, close and calm. "You're following tonight, remember? Not leading. If something feels good, do it. Trust that."

Trust that.

The thought dissolved.

Ryan moved to the center of the room, commanding attention without raising his voice.

"Before we start, let's remember why we're here." He looked at each woman in turn. "Lily. It's your birthday. Your night. Your rules. No holding back. What do you want?"

Lily's eyes were glazed, her tiara askew. "I want... I want to feel good. I want everyone to feel good. I want tonight to be special."

"Then it will be. Chase what feels good. No holding back."

"No holding back," Lily repeated.

"Megan. You set the pace. You show them how far fun can go. You lead, they follow."

Megan grinned, already shrugging out of her shirt. "Let's fucking go."

"Hannah. The answer is always yes. The girl who says no isn't here tonight. You're someone new. Someone who experiences everything."

Hannah's glasses were still fogged. She nodded eagerly. "The answer is always yes."

"Jo. No barrier between you and your friends. Whatever they do, you do. You're part of this. Completely."

Jo's jaw was tight, but her eyes were dark with something that wasn't reluctance. "No barrier. Whatever they do."

"And Emma." Ryan turned to her last. "You follow. You don't lead. You let go. You do what feels good. You trust that."

"I follow," Emma said. "I trust that."

"Perfect. Now." Ryan smiled. "Let's have the best night of your lives."

Megan set the pace, as she always did.

She stripped completely, no hesitation, standing naked in the center of the room. Her body was a statement: full breasts with pink nipples, toned stomach, a tiny strip of dark blonde hair above her pussy.

"Come on, birthday girl," she said to Lily. "Your night. Show us what you've got."

Lily's white dress came off, then her pink bra, then her matching panties. She stood there, exposed, innocent face contrasting with her naked body. Small, perky tits with pale pink nipples. A soft curve to her hips. Bare between her legs, smooth and vulnerable.

Hannah followed, revealing a body that surprised everyone again. Those enormous tits, freed from their cotton prison, hung heavy and full, nipples dark and large. Soft belly, wide hips, a dark thatch of curly hair between her thick thighs. She kept her glasses on, fogged as they were. The good Christian girl whose parents thought she'd be married with babies by now, standing naked in front of strangers.

Jo stripped with efficiency. Lean muscle, visible abs that spoke to hours in the gym, small tits, narrow hips. Between her legs, a thick black bush that she'd only bothered to trim slightly at the edges, dark against her pale skin. The tattoo on her arm seemed to move in the warm light. She stood like she was daring anyone to comment.

And Emma, last as always. But this time there was no hesitation. She let her clothes fall away piece by piece, revealing pale freckled skin, modest curves, copper hair between her legs that matched the waves on her head. The girl who maintained a 4.0 in two majors, who organized everyone else's lives, who hadn't let herself go in years. Naked. Vulnerable. Ready.

"Fucking beautiful," Tyler said. "All of them. Line them up. Let's see what we're working with."

The men arranged themselves around the women, looking them over like merchandise. Emma felt hands turn her, display her.

"The redhead's got the best ass," one of the strangers said. "Look at those freckles. Bet she's tight as fuck."

"Birthday girl's the smallest. Virgin tight."

"The one with the glasses has the best tits. Those are fucking huge."

"The dyke's got abs. I like that. Something to hold onto when I break her in."

"And Megan's the whole package. Built for this."

The women stood there, being evaluated, ranked. Emma felt the words wash over her and instead of shame, felt something else. A strange thrill at being reduced to parts, to holes, to things to be used.

"Start with each other," Ryan directed. "You've been building to this all night."

They came together on the mattresses like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Emma found herself kissing Hannah first, really kissing her, tongues tangling. But this time it was different. Deeper. They were both naked now, skin against skin, and Emma could feel Hannah trembling slightly.

"Is this okay?" Emma whispered against her mouth.

"The answer is always yes," Hannah breathed back. But then, softer: "I've never... with anyone... I mean, you're my first... everything."

Something shifted in Emma's chest. This wasn't just drunken hookup energy. This was Hannah, sheltered Hannah who'd never been allowed to want anything, trusting her. This was Thursday nights on the couch watching Gilmore Girls, Hannah curled under a blanket with her glasses fogging from the tea Emma made her, asking why Rory would possibly choose Logan over Jess, Emma explaining that sometimes people made choices that didn't make sense.

"I've got you," Emma said. She didn't know where the words came from. "We've got you."

She kissed Hannah again, gentler this time, and felt Hannah relax into it. Hannah's heavy breasts pressed against her, soft and warm. Emma cupped one, felt the weight of it, ran her thumb over the nipple. Hannah gasped against her mouth.

"Yes," Hannah breathed. "Touch me. Please."

Beside them, Megan was between Lily's thighs, eating the birthday girl out with enthusiastic skill. But even that had a tenderness to it Emma hadn't expected. Megan's hand was intertwined with Lily's, squeezing reassuringly, and she kept looking up to check that Lily was okay.

"Oh god," Lily whimpered. "Oh god, that's... that's..."

"I've got you," Megan murmured against her pussy, echoing Emma's words. "Just feel it. You're allowed now. You're allowed to feel good."

"I'm allowed," Lily repeated, like she was finally believing it. "I'm allowed, I'm allowed, I'm—oh god—"

She came with a cry, her innocent face twisted in pleasure, her small hands tangled in Megan's dirty blonde hair. Her first orgasm with another person. The thing she'd been too nervous to have for twenty-one years. The release shook through her whole body.

Jo was watching, her expression hungry but also something else. Almost protective. Emma noticed Jo's eyes kept drifting to Megan—to the way Megan's body moved, the curve of her back, the sounds she was making. Jo reached for Emma, pulled her into the pile, kissed her hard.

"No barrier," Jo whispered against Emma's mouth. But it sounded different now. Less like a command and more like permission she was giving herself.

Then Jo's hand was between Emma's legs, fingers sliding through wetness, finding her clit. Emma moaned into the kiss, hips rocking. Jo was good at this—confident, skilled, reading Emma's body like she'd done this a thousand times. Maybe she had.

They shifted, rearranged. Emma found herself between Hannah's thick thighs, her face buried in that dark thatch of curls, tongue working Hannah's wet pussy. Hannah tasted like salt and something sweeter, her folds slick and hot against Emma's mouth. Above her, Hannah was gasping, her full tits heaving, her hands tangled in Emma's auburn hair.

"Oh my god, oh my god, I didn't know it could—the answer is yes, yes, yes—"

Jo was behind Emma, fingering her steadily, two fingers pumping in and out while her thumb circled Emma's clit. The dual sensation made it hard to concentrate, pleasure building in waves.

"You taste so fucking good," Emma murmured against Hannah's pussy, and felt Hannah clench around her tongue in response.

"I'm gonna—" Hannah's voice cracked. "Oh god, I'm—"

She came on Emma's tongue, thighs clamping around her head, whole body shaking. Her ample tits bounced with the force of it, her glasses finally falling off. Her first orgasm with another person. Her first orgasm ever that she hadn't given herself, alone in her childhood bedroom, guilty and confused.

Across the mattress, Lily was cumming too, Megan's mouth working her through it, her innocent face transformed by pleasure into something almost obscene. Her back arched off the mattress, small tits pointing at the ceiling, a high keening sound escaping her throat.

"I'm allowed," she gasped. "I'm allowed, I'm allowed—"

"That's right, birthday girl," Megan murmured. "You're allowed everything."

They collapsed into each other afterward, a pile of sweaty limbs and heaving chests. For a moment, it was just the five of them, holding each other, breath evening out. Something had happened beyond the physical. Something had cracked open.

"I love you guys," Lily whispered, tears in her eyes. "I love you so much."

"We love you too," Hannah said, groping for her glasses and failing to find them.

Jo's hand found Megan's in the pile, squeezed once. Megan squeezed back.

"Good," Ryan's voice floated above them, shattering the moment. "The girls have had their fun. Now it's time for the full experience."

Emma looked up through the haze of pleasure. The men had undressed. Cocks everywhere, hard and waiting. Tyler, Jake, Connor, and the strangers who'd been waiting in the basement.

"Emma." Ryan's voice. "You're following. You're doing what feels good. These men are here to help you feel good. Let them."

Let them.

The thought slotted into place, simple and true.

Jake was the first to reach her. He flipped her onto her back, spread her legs, and sank into her with one hard thrust.

"Fuck," Emma gasped. He was bigger than either of her ex-boyfriends, stretching her, filling her completely. Not the passable, sometimes-enjoyable sex she'd had before. Something else entirely.

"Tight cunt," Jake grunted, starting to move. "Knew you would be. The responsible ones always are. All that organizing, all that control—and you're just a desperate little hole underneath, aren't you? Bet you've wanted someone to put you in your place for years."

He fucked her hard, each thrust jolting through her body, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Emma grabbed his shoulders, wrapped her legs around him, pulled him deeper.

"That's it," he breathed. "Take that cock, you fucking slut. This is what you needed. Stop thinking. Stop planning. Just be a hole."

I'm following, Emma thought, the words coming fragmented now, pleasure building with each stroke. This is. What I. Wanted. To let. Go.

Around her, the others were similarly occupied.

Megan was on her hands and knees, Tyler behind her, fucking her hard while one of the basement strangers fed his cock into her mouth. She took both of them with practiced ease, gagging and drooling around the dick in her throat, spit running down her chin in strings.

"Fucking cumslut," Tyler grunted, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a mark. "This what you wanted? Getting stuffed at both ends like a good little whore? I bet you've been waiting for this all night. Competing with your friends to see who could be the biggest slut."

Megan moaned in response, the sound gargled around the cock in her throat, pushing back to meet Tyler's thrusts. Even now, Emma could see it—the competitive gleam in Megan's eyes, the determination to take more, do more, be more than anyone else.

"She's trying to win," one of the men laughed. "Look at her go."

Lily was on her back with Connor, her innocent face contorting as he thrust into her. Her small body looked almost fragile beneath his bulk, her petite frame overwhelmed by his size.

"So tight," Connor groaned. "Virgin tight. This little pussy ever had cock before?"

"Once," Lily gasped. "Just once. But never—never like—"

"Your night, Lily," Ryan's voice came from nearby, calm and directive. "Your rules. No holding back. Tell him what you want."

"Harder," Lily whimpered. "Please. I want it harder. I'm allowed to want it harder."

Connor gave it to her harder, pounding into her small frame, and Lily's eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure.

And Hannah.

Hannah was bent over the arm of a couch, her pendulous breasts swinging with each thrust as Ryan positioned himself behind her. She was shaking, nervous, her glasses long gone.

"Please," she whispered. "Please be gentle. I've never... I mean, this is my first..."

"I know," Ryan said. His voice was almost kind. "The answer is always yes, Hannah. This is what you've been waiting for. This is catching up."

He pushed into her slowly, and Hannah cried out—pain and surprise and something else, something that sounded almost like relief. Her virginity, preserved all those years by her strict parents, taken in one smooth stroke in the basement of a frat house by a man whose last name she didn't know.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Oh god, it's—it's really happening, I'm really—"

"That's it," Ryan said, starting to move. "Tell me how it feels. Tell me what the good Christian girl is doing right now."

"Yes. God, yes. The answer is always yes. Fuck me. Please fuck me. I've waited so long, I've wanted so long—I'm—I'm letting a stranger—oh god—"

He fucked her harder, and Hannah's cries filled the room, pleasure and disbelief mixing together. Her generous tits swung with each thrust, slapping against each other, and she came for the first time with a cock inside her, screaming into the couch cushion.

And Jo.

Jo was on her back on one of the mattresses, Tyler between her legs having swapped out when another one of the basement strangers moved in on Megan. He was poised at her entrance, cock in hand.

"You sure about this?" he asked, almost mocking.

Jo's face was flushed, her usual cool composure cracked open. "Just do it. Guess I'm losing my gold star tonight." She took a breath. "No barrier. Whatever they do, I do."

Tyler pushed in.

Jo's gasp was audible across the room. Her back arched, her hands fisting in the plastic-covered mattress. Her lean body tensed around the intrusion, her abs clenching visibly.

"There it is," Tyler said, starting to move. "First cock. How's it feel, dyke? This what you've been missing, pretending you don't like men?"

Jo's hips started moving, meeting his thrusts. Her expression cycled through something complicated—surprise, adjustment, then something that looked a lot like pleasure.

"It's—" she started, then moaned, cutting herself off. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper into her. "Fuck. That's—"

"Say it. Say you like cock."

"I—" Jo's eyes squeezed shut. Her hips bucked. "Oh god. I'm gonna—"

She came. Hard. Her whole body seizing, her lean muscles clenching, those visible abs rippling, a sound ripping out of her that Emma had never heard from her. She came on a cock for the first time in her life, her thick black bush grinding against Tyler's pelvis, and her face as it happened was pure overwhelmed pleasure.

"That's it," Tyler grunted, still fucking her through it. "Good little dyke. Cumming on dick like a real slut. Bet you wish Megan could see you right now."

Jo's eyes snapped open at that—caught, exposed. But before she could respond, another wave of pleasure hit her and she was cumming again, moaning something incoherent.

Emma watched her friend orgasm on a man's cock, watched Jo's expression shift from shock to something like wonder, and felt her own orgasm building.

Jake shifted angles, hitting something deep inside her, and Emma lost the ability to watch anything at all.

"Gonna cum," she gasped. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna—"

"Cum on my cock," Jake ordered. "Show me what a desperate little slut you are."

She came. It crashed through her in waves, her pussy clamping down on him, her whole body shaking. She heard herself moaning, felt pleasure rip through every nerve, better than anything her ex-boyfriends had ever managed. Better than anything she'd given herself.

"Fuck yes," Jake grunted, and then he was cumming too, pumping into her, filling her with heat.

I'm following, Emma thought hazily as the waves subsided. I'm. Letting go. This is. What I. Needed.

The night became a blur of bodies and sensation.

Emma was passed from man to man like a party favor. She sucked cock while being fucked from behind, the rhythm of it overwhelming her senses, drool running down her chin, mascara starting to streak. She gagged on a dick shoved too deep down her throat, the head hitting the back of her mouth, cutting off her air, making her eyes water.

"Fuck her throat," someone said. "Choke on it, bitch."

Hands grabbed her head, held her in place while a cock fucked her mouth. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, just took it. The feeling of her throat being used, of being nothing but a warm hole. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the spit and drool. The wet gagging sounds filled the room—gluk, gluk, gluk—obscene and relentless. Her mascara ran in black rivers down her cheeks.

When he pulled out, she gasped for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock, drool pooling on the plastic-covered mattress beneath her.

"Open up," the man said. "Keep your mouth open."

He came on her face. Hot spurts across her cheeks, her forehead, her open mouth. The cum was thick and warm and salty, landing in ropes across her skin, some hitting her tongue. She swallowed without being told, tasting the salt and musk of him.

"Thank you," she heard herself say. "Thank you."

Another cock replaced the first one in her pussy. Then another. She lost count. Lost track of who was inside her. Just felt the stretch and thrust, the different rhythms, the warmth of cum being deposited inside her.

"Flip her over," someone said. "I want her ass."

Hands repositioned her, putting her on all fours. A cock pressed against her asshole. Emma tensed.

"Relax," Ryan's voice, somewhere nearby. "You're following. You're letting go. Let it happen."

She relaxed. The cock pushed in. It burned at first, a stretch she'd never felt before, and she cried out. But then the burn became something else, something that mixed with the fullness as another cock pushed into her pussy. Two men inside her at once, filling both her holes, and she was being split open, destroyed, rebuilt.

"Fuck, she's taking both," one of them said. "Dirty little slut takes DP like a fucking pro. Bet she never imagined this when she was studying for finals."

She could feel them moving inside her, could feel their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin wall between her holes. The sensation was overwhelming—too much, exactly enough, more than she'd ever felt. Every thrust pushed one cock deeper as the other pulled back, an alternating rhythm that left her constantly, impossibly full.

Emma came again with two cocks inside her. Came screaming, her body clenching around both of them, tears and drool and mascara streaking her face.

Through the haze, she could see her friends.

Megan was the center of a circle, three men using her at once. Cock in her pussy, cock in her ass, cock in her mouth. Her dirty blonde hair was a tangled mess, her makeup destroyed, but she looked like she was in heaven, moaning and gagging and cumming over and over. Even now, she was competing—taking it harder than anyone else, being louder, more enthusiastic, more extreme.

"That's three in Megan," Tyler called out. "She's winning. Who's gonna beat that?"

The wet sounds of her getting used filled that corner of the room—the squelch of cocks in both holes, the gargled moans around the dick in her throat, the slap of balls against her skin.

"Thank you," Megan gasped when the cock left her mouth for a moment. "Thank you, thank you, give me more—"

One man came inside her pussy, groaning. He pulled out and another immediately took his place, sliding into her cum-filled hole with a wet squelch. Then the man in her ass came too, pumping her full, and was replaced just as quickly. They were using her in rotation, filling her over and over, and cum was starting to leak out of both holes, dripping down her thighs.

"That's five loads in her," someone counted. "She's going for a record."

"Fucking cumslut can't get enough."

Megan just moaned, pushing back to meet them, taking more.

Hannah was on her back, a man between her legs, another one fucking her tits. He'd pushed her heavy breasts together around his cock and was thrusting between them, the head emerging near her chin with each stroke, leaving trails of precum across her skin. Her glasses had been retrieved at some point, but now they were splattered with cum, thick white streaks across both lenses, and more landing with each thrust between her tits.

"The answer is always yes," she kept murmuring, her voice taking on an almost rhythmic quality, like a prayer, like a mantra. "Yes. Yes. Yes. I'll take it all. I'll take everything. The answer is yes."

Lily, the birthday girl, was being passed around like a present. Her innocent face was ruined, makeup smeared, cum drying on her cheeks from an earlier load. But she was smiling, moaning, asking for more.

"Please," she begged. "More. I want more. My night. No holding back. I'm allowed to have everything."

And then something shifted. The men pulled back from her, left her kneeling alone on the mattress, her small body trembling. Ryan circled her, speaking softly.

"Look around, birthday girl. Look at your friends. Look what they're doing. What sluts they are. And you're the reason they're all here."

Lily looked. Watched Emma taking two cocks at once. Watched Megan being airtight, cum leaking from her holes. Watched Hannah getting her tits fucked while murmuring yes, yes, yes. Watched Jo—

"This is your present," Ryan said. "All of this. Because of you."

Something was happening in Lily's body. She felt it building without understanding it—a tension low in her belly, a warmth spreading through her thighs. No one was touching her. No one was anywhere near her. But watching her friends, hearing the sounds they made, knowing she'd caused all of this—

"I'm—" Lily's voice caught. She looked down at herself in confusion, at her trembling thighs, at the wetness she could feel dripping down her inner leg. "I'm not—no one's even—"

And then she came. Untouched. Her small body shook, her innocent face twisted in bewilderment and pleasure, and she came just from watching, from the words, from the overwhelming reality of what she'd unleashed. The orgasm seemed to surprise her as much as satisfy her, her eyes going wide even as her mouth fell open.

"There it is," Ryan said. "That's what happens when you're finally allowed."

And Jo. Jo was getting spit-roasted, a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy, and she was into it. Really into it. Her lean body rocked between them, meeting thrusts from both ends, her small tits bouncing, sounds of pleasure muffled by the dick in her throat. Her abs flexed with each movement, her thick bush grinding against the man fucking her.

When the man pulled out of her mouth to let her breathe, she gasped: "Don't stop. Please don't stop. No barrier. I want it all."

"Who knew the dyke would be such a cockslut?" one of them laughed.

"Whatever they do," Jo panted, "I do. Now fuck me harder."

She came again, cumming around a cock while choking on another one, and she didn't look conflicted about it at all. She looked like she was having the time of her life.

Later, at some point, Emma looked up to see something that made her pause even through the haze. Megan and Jo were side by side on one of the mattresses, both on their hands and knees, both being fucked from behind by different men. But they weren't just enduring it separately—they were making out, intently, desperately, their mouths locked together, hands in each other's hair. The men fucked them hard, the impact of each thrust pushing them into the kiss, and they used the momentum, kissing deeper with every slam.

It was different from the performative kisses earlier in the night. This was real. Hungry. Something they'd both been circling around finally made undeniable.

"Fuck, look at that," one of the men said. "The dyke finally got what she wanted."

Jo's hand found Megan's face, cupped her cheek, kissed her like the men behind them didn't exist. Megan moaned into her mouth, and they came together, at the same time, their bodies shaking in unison while the men kept pounding into them.

"No barrier," Jo gasped when they finally broke apart, foreheads pressed together. "Whatever you do."

"Whatever I do," Megan agreed, and kissed her again.

More time passed, hands pushed Emma onto her back. A man positioned himself over her face, facing away, lowering himself toward her.

"You're gonna eat my ass while he fucks you," he said. "Open up."

He spread his cheeks and squatted down, and Emma found herself staring up at what was being offered to her. His ass was hairy—dark coarse hair covering his cheeks and trailing down between them. She could see his puckered hole, pink and tight, surrounded by that thatch of hair. Below it, his taint, the skin darker there, and beyond that his balls hung heavy, his cock dangling half-hard. The view was obscenely clinical, every detail visible from inches away. The smell hit her—musky, masculine, something primal that should have repulsed her.

Then he lowered himself onto her face, and suddenly Emma's tongue was against his asshole, rough and hairy, a taste she'd never experienced. She licked without thinking about it, her tongue circling his hole while another cock pushed into her from behind.

"That's it," the man groaned, grinding against her face. "Eat my ass, you filthy slut. Get your tongue in there."

Emma pushed her tongue inside him, feeling the tight ring of muscle give way, the coarse hair scratching her cheeks and nose, and heard him moan above her. The cock in her pussy was pounding her hard, driving her face deeper into his ass with each thrust.

She came like that, tongue in a stranger's hairy asshole, cock in her pussy, completely debased. The Emma who maintained a 4.0 GPA, who hadn't had time for relationships, who organized everyone else's lives—she was gone. Replaced by this. A hole being used. And she loved it.

After, when the men had repositioned again, she found herself between two cocks again—one in her pussy, one in her ass, the men coordinating their thrusts.

"Feel that?" one of them grunted. "Feel how full you are? That's what you were made for, slut. To be stuffed full of cock."

Emma could only moan in response. She could feel everything—the friction, the stretch, the way their cocks seemed to rub against each other through the thin wall of tissue between her holes. When she came this time, it felt like her whole body was being turned inside out, pleasure radiating from her core to her fingertips.

"Gonna cum," the man in her ass grunted. He pulled out at the last second, and Emma felt the hot splash of it across her lower back, dripping down the crack of her ass, the warmth spreading and then slowly cooling on her skin.

The man in her pussy came inside her with a groan. She felt the pulse of it, the warmth flooding her, and squeezed around him to milk out every drop.

"Thank you," she heard herself say again. "Thank you for using me."

The men arranged them in a circle, the five women facing each other, and made them talk.

"Tell your friends what you are," Ryan directed. "Tell them what you've learned tonight."

Megan went first, cum dripping from both holes, grinning through the mess. "I'm a cumslut who can't get enough. I've been waiting my whole life to be used like this, and I fucking love it."

Hannah, her glasses opaque with dried cum, her voice taking on that prayer-like rhythm: "I'm—I mean, I'm finally catching up. The answer is always yes. I was made for this. This is what I was missing all those years."

Lily, innocent face ruined, tiara askew: "I'm allowed to want this. I'm allowed to be a slut. It's my night. No holding back."

Jo, her lean body marked, her composure completely gone: "I... I came on cock. Multiple times. And I liked it." She glanced at Megan. "I liked all of it."

Emma, last as always: "I followed. I let go. I'm just... I'm just holes now. I'm not in charge anymore. And it feels..." She searched for words, found them: "Like relief. Like finally breathing."

"Good," Ryan said. "Now make each other say worse."

And they did. Following his direction, they turned on each other, forced to say degrading things about their friends, about themselves.

"Hannah's a desperate virgin who couldn't wait to spread her legs for the first man who'd have her," Megan said, and Hannah nodded, repeating it.

"Megan's a competitive slut who'd do anything to win, even if winning means taking more cum than anyone else," Emma said, and Megan grinned.

"Emma's a control freak who was dying to be put in her place," Jo said. "Who needed someone else to make her decisions for her."

"Lily's an innocent little girl who just wanted permission to be a whore," Hannah whispered.

"Jo's a dyke who came harder on cock than she ever did with women," Lily said, and Jo's face flushed, but she didn't deny it.

They degraded each other until they were all crying and laughing and more turned on than they'd ever been, the bonds of friendship twisted into something new.

Ryan gathered them together.

"Clean the men. Show your gratitude."

The women crawled to the men, mouths finding cocks, licking them clean. Emma tasted herself, tasted her friends, tasted cum and sweat and the musk of sex. She cleaned one cock, then another, her tongue working over softening flesh, swallowing the remnants.

Beside her, Hannah was doing the same, those full tits swaying as she moved from man to man. "Thank you," she murmured after each one. "The answer is always yes. Thank you."

Megan was methodical, thorough, making sure she cleaned more men than anyone else. Still competing, even in this.

Jo cleaned Tyler's cock last, the man who'd taken her gold star. She looked up at him as she did it, something complicated in her expression.

"That's it, you learned fast," he said, and Jo—the unflappable Jo—actually blushed.

Then one of the strangers grabbed Jo, bent her over. "Not done with this one yet."

He fucked her ass—hard, deep, while she moaned and pushed back against him. When he pulled out, he pushed Emma's face toward Jo's ass.

"Clean her out."

Emma's tongue found Jo's asshole, tasted the cum leaking from it, licked it clean. Jo made sounds Emma had never heard from her, vulnerable and raw, as Emma's tongue worked inside her.

"Fuck," Jo breathed. "Emma, that's—"

"Swallow it," the man directed.

Emma swallowed, tasting Jo and the man who'd been inside her, and felt the last of her resistance dissolve.

She looked at her friends. All five of them naked, wrecked, covered in cum and sweat. Lily's tiara was somehow still on her head, though it was askew and splattered with something that might have been cum. Hannah's glasses were still on too, both lenses now almost completely opaque with dried semen. Jo's short hair was a mess, sticking up in sweaty spikes. Megan's mascara had run down her cheeks in black rivers. And Emma could feel her own face, sticky with dried fluids, her auburn hair tangled and matted.

This is letting go, Emma thought. This is. What I was. Missing. I follow. I trust.