College was everything Camber had dreamed it would be. From the moment she stepped onto campus, she felt a sense of freedom that was intoxicating. The variety of men was staggering—athletes, scholars, guys from every background imaginable—and she found herself constantly distracted by the eye candy everywhere she looked. But it wasn’t just the guys; Camber’s love for “girl time” flourished as she pledged a top-tier sorority. She loved the late-night chats, the shared closets, and the instant bond she formed with her new sisters.
That’s where she met Kaylin.
Kaylin was a whirlwind of energy and unapologetic sexuality. She and Camber clicked instantly because they shared the same “no-fucks-given” attitude toward hooking up. Kaylin was open about her adventures and had quickly become a legend at a couple of fraternity houses on campus.
One afternoon, while they were lounging in the sorority house sunroom, Kaylin started detailing her favorite spot: an all-Black fraternity made up almost entirely of the university’s athletes. Kaylin described, with graphic detail, how much she loved being in the middle of a pack of those massive men—whether it was a full-blown gangbang or a relentless train.
Camber sat there, squirming in her seat as she listened. At barely 5 feet tall with shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, Camber knew she looked like a delicate doll compared to the men Kaylin was describing. The thought of being manhandled and completely overpowered by guys that size made her thighs ache.
“You’re shaking, Cam,” Kaylin laughed, noticing the way Camber was fidgeting. “Tell you what. I’m heading over there tomorrow afternoon. Why don’t you come with? I’ll introduce you to the boys. I think they’d have a lot of fun with a little thing like you.”
Camber didn’t even have to think about it. “I’m in,” she whispered, her mind already racing with images of what tomorrow would bring.
The next day, the two girls spent part of the morning getting ready. Camber chose an outfit that played up her petite stature—a pair of tiny denim shorts that showed off her legs and a form-fitting crop top. She let her dirty blonde hair hang loose around her shoulders, looking every bit the “innocent” sorority girl.
As they walked toward the Omega house, Kaylin was giving her the rundown. “They’re intense, Cam. They’re big, they’re loud, and they don’t hold back.”
When they reached the front door, the heavy vibration of the music could be felt through the soles of Camber’s shoes. Kaylin pushed the door open, and they stepped into a world of dark skin, thick muscle, and the heavy scent of testosterone.
The room was filled with about a dozen guys, most of them wearing team gear or nothing but gym shorts. As soon as the door clicked shut, the conversation died down. A dozen pairs of dark eyes fixed on the tiny blonde girl standing next to Kaylin.
“Hey Kaylin!” a voice from the back. A massive guy, easily 6’8″, stood up from a recliner. “Who’s the snack cake you brought with you?”
“This is Camber,” Kaylin said. “She’s a freshman and one of the newest additions to our sorority. I told her all about you guys, and she wanted to meet you.”
Just then, two more guys walked up from the back, their presence filling the hallway. “We were hoping you were stopping by today,” one of them rumbled, his eyes already dark with intent. The other guy didn’t waste any time; he took Kaylin by the hand, and the three of them disappeared toward the back of the house. A few seconds later, several other guys got up from the lounge and followed them like a hungry pack, leaving Camber alone with the giants in the front room.
The guy who had called her a “snack cake” towered over her, his shadow completely swallowing her 5-foot frame. “Would you like a little tour of the place? Come, follow me.”
Camber followed him down the hall like a lost puppy, her heart hammering inside her little chest. He opened a door and stepped into a dimly lit bedroom, and Camber followed right behind. Before the door could click shut, another guy—who had just stepped out of a different room—spotted her and slipped in behind her, closing the door and locking it with a soft thud.
The two guys were blunt, open, and honest about exactly what they were interested in. They didn’t see a delicate girl; they saw a new favorite to play with, and Camber had zero objections.
She quickly found herself kneeling on the carpet. One of the men stepped up directly in front of her. Camber reached up, her small hands trembling slightly as she pulled his gym shorts down, revealing a massive, dark cock and heavy balls hanging just inches from her face. She had been with a couple of Black men before, but nothing like the sheer size of what was swinging in front of her nose now.
“Go ahead,” he commanded from above.
Camber leaned in, her eyes wide, and opened her mouth to take him in. She worked him with a needy, wet rhythm, her senses overwhelmed by his sheer mass. While she was busy, the second man stood next to her. She didn’t skip a beat; she reached up, her hand barely able to wrap around his girth, and began to stroke him. She took turns—one in her mouth, then the other—back and forth until both of them were rock hard and throbbing.
Their mass was becoming even more evident, and a flicker of delicious fear shot through her. Will my little body even be able to accept them? she wondered.
Before long, she was lifted off the floor and moved onto the bed, where she was unceremoniously stripped of her cute outfit. One of them dipped down between her thighs, his tongue expertly working her pussy and her cute, puckered little butthole. The sensation was too much. When her orgasm came calling, she gave him a little surprise—Camber was a squirter, and she drenched his face as she bucked against his mouth.
He wiped his chin with a grin, and they immediately flipped her over. “On your hands and knees, snack cake,” they ordered.
One knelt behind her while the other knelt in front. She was about to be roasted. Her eyes went wide as she felt the man behind her working his giant head of his cock into her tight little slit. As he began to disappear inside of her, stretching her to the absolute limit, she let out a string of high-pitched whimpers.
“Easy, girl,” they encouraged her, their voices deep and steady as they coaxed their massive members into her. They were being nice, but they weren’t stopping—they wanted to see just how much of them this tiny sorority girl could take.
He fed Camber his cock in a slow, steady push, testing the limits of her throat. Having spent plenty of time practicing, Camber had learned to master her gag reflex; she relaxed her throat and let him slide deeper and deeper until his heavy balls were dangling against her chin.
The two men began to pump her full of cock from both ends, their dark skin a stark, beautiful contrast against her tan, petite body. The rhythmic slapping of skin on skin filled the room as they worked her over. The guys were genuinely impressed; they exchanged looks of disbelief that such a tiny, five-foot-tall girl could accommodate their huge cocks so easily and with such enthusiastic whimpers.
After several minutes of relentless “spit-roasting,” they had Camber spin around. They were eager to swap, each wanting to experience what the other had just been inside of. As they repositioned her, the friction and the sheer size of them kept Camber’s head spinning.
As they settled back into a rhythm, they began to talk to her, their voices deep and vibrating through her body. They asked her about her limits—what she wanted, what she hoped for, and what she’d be willing to do for the brothers of the Omega house.
Camber’s answer was short, muffled slightly by the cock she was about to take back into her mouth: “I’m willing to do or try almost anything.”
A predatory silence fell over the two men for a split second before they both chuckled darkly.
“Almost anything, huh?” the guy behind her rumbled, his hands gripping her tiny waist so hard his fingertips nearly met. “Well, snack cake, you just said the magic words. We were going to go easy on the fresh meat, but if you’re game, we might have to call a few more of the brothers in here to see just how ‘anything’ you really are.”
“Want to try the DP now?” Camber suggested, her voice surprisingly steady for someone being used as a human playground.
The guy behind her paused, looking down at her petite frame with a mix of admiration and skepticism. He knew the sheer size of what he was packing. “You sure about that, snack cake? You think you can really take a cock this big up your ass?”
Camber looked back over her shoulder, a mischievous glint in her blue eyes. “Just use a ton of lube and a steady push. I’m sure I can handle it!”
The positions changed once again to accommodate her request. One of the men laid back on the bed, and Camber stood over him, her legs shaking slightly as she squatted down. She guided his massive dark cock to her pussy and slowly began to slide down. She didn’t stop until she felt the head of his shaft pressed firmly and painfully against her cervix, filling her pussy to the absolute brim.
“That’s as deep as that one will go,” she gasped, looking down at him while she gripped his muscular thighs for balance.
The second guy didn’t need any more encouragement. He stepped up behind her and drizzled a liberal amount of lube over his cock and her puckered little star. He reached around, his large hand cupping her hip to steady her, and began to work the head of his cock into the little snack cake’s ass.
Camber’s breath labored and her eyes went wide as the second man began his slow, deliberate invasion. The sensation of being filled in both holes—her internal walls being squeezed between two massive shafts of muscle—was unlike anything she had ever felt. Her tiny body was being stretched to its absolute limit, her tan skin pulled tight as his cock began to disappear inside her “back door.”
“HOLY SHIT!” Camber shrieked, her voice echoing off the bedroom walls as the second man’s girth finally conquered her tight O-ring. “Just… just don’t split me in half, okay?!”
The sensation was overwhelming. She felt like a Thanksgiving turkey being stuffed, her internal organs being rearranged to make room for the massive amount of dark meat now occupying her body. Every time she tried to take a breath, she felt the man in her pussy nudging her cervix and the man in her ass stretching her rectum to the point of no return.
The two men paused for a second, feeling her petite frame trembling violently under the dual invasion. The guy beneath her looked up with concern. “You okay, snack cake? You want us to stop?”
Camber’s head snapped toward him, her blonde hair hanging down her face, and her eyes glazed with pure, unadulterated lust. Despite the stretching ache, her body was humming with a level of pleasure she’d never imagined.
“Don’t you dare!” she gasped out, her fingers digging into his chest. “I said I could handle it! Now… fuck me!”
That was all the permission they needed. The man behind her gripped her waist with bruising force, and the man beneath her reached up to grab her perky, little tits, and they began to move. It wasn’t a fast pace—they couldn’t go fast with that much friction—but it was a deep, heavy, soul-crushing grind.
With every downward squat and every upward thrust, Camber felt the two cocks sliding against each other through the thin wall of her anatomy. She looked and felt like an Oreo cookie. As they picked up the rhythm, she felt that familiar, high-pressure building in her core again.
It didn’t take long at all before the first orgasm tore through her petite frame. Camber let out a long groan, her eyes rolling back as her body shuddered violently around the two massive intruders. The pressure was so intense she felt like she was going to explode.
As she came back to her senses and caught her ragged breath, she looked from one to the other with a defiant, hungry smirk. “Harder,” she rasped. “Go harder!”
The men didn’t need to be told twice. They took her at her word, losing all sense of gentleness as they pumped their cocks into her with reckless abandon. The bed groaned under the weight of the two athletes as they used Camber’s body like a piece of gym equipment. A couple more orgasms crashed through her—explosive, messy squirts that drenched the sheets and the man beneath her—before the DP brought the men to their breaking point.
One of the guys leaned down to her ear. “Where do you want it, snack cake? We’re about to blow.”
Camber didn’t hesitate for a second. “In me! Cum in me!”
The man behind her let out a low, animalistic groan. He drove his cock into her ass one last time, burying himself balls-deep in her tight rear. Camber felt the distinct swell of his head in her intestines as he shot his massive load deep into her bowels. She whimpered, her internal muscles clenching around him, milking every drop of the thick black seed.
She was still reeling from the sensation of her asshole being filled to the brim when she felt the man in her pussy reach his peak.
The man buried deep in her pussy didn’t wait another second. He let out a sharp, jagged breath and lunged forward, bottoming out against her cervix as he released his own torrent. Camber felt the heavy, rhythmic pulses of his cum shots as he flooded her pussy with his seed, joining the load already pooling in her ass.
Camber was more than thrilled to feel the weight of both loads inside her simultaneously. Being a tiny blonde, the sensation of being completely “colonized” by two massive Black cocks was the ultimate high. She felt heavy, full, and claimed.
As the men finally began to slide their softening cocks out of her, the sound of suction and the slick mess of their combined seed began to leak from her openings. Camber collapsed onto the bed, her legs still twitching from the overstimulation, her tan curling towards her body.
“You really are a little champion, snack cake,” the first guy chuckled, reaching over to pat her thigh as he stood up to clean himself.
But the “tour” wasn’t over. Just as Camber was starting to catch her breath and enjoy the feeling of being a human vessel for their seed, the bedroom door creaked open.
Kaylin stuck her head in the door to see how her “little sister” was holding up. She saw Camber sprawled on the bed, looking thoroughly used, while the two giants were toweling off their cocks, leaving her leaking and flushed.
Camber looked over, a dazed but triumphant smile on her face. She looked at Kaylin and rasped out that the guys were treating her “well”—though the messy state of the bed and her body told a much more intense story.
Kaylin’s eyes lit up with predatory excitement. She opened the door further, revealing three more massive Omega athletes standing behind her in the hallway. “Are you finished or up for more?” Kaylin purred. “Mind if we come in and join?”
Camber didn’t even have to speak; she just smiled and gave a slow, inviting nod.
Soon, the room was packed with these perfect specimens of Black men. The air became thick with the smell of sex, lust, and need. Camber and Kaylin were moved to the center of the oversized bed, and the “onslaught” began in earnest.
Over the next couple of hours, the room became a blur of dark, athletic cock and two girls being used like toys. The girls were no longer treated like sorority sisters; they were used like nothing more than three-hole cum dumps. Camber was tossed around from one man to the next. She’d be face-down, taking one man in her ass while another filled her mouth, only to be flipped over so two more could DP her in reverse cowgirl
Kaylin was right beside her, matching her energy, as the brothers of the Omega house ran a relentless, high-speed train on both of them. Every time one man finished, flooding a throat, an ass, or a pussy with his heavy load, another was already there to take his place, pushing the previous man’s seed deeper into their bodies.
The walk back to the sorority house was a slow, awkward shuffle. Both girls were sore, swollen, and literally heavy, feeling the combined weight of the Omega house leaking into their panties with every step. They didn’t say much—they didn’t have to—the shared look of exhaustion and total satisfaction said it all.
Once they reached the safety of the house, they bypassed everyone and headed straight for the showers. They slipped into a large stall together, letting the hot water wash away the sweat, the scent of the fraternity house, and the layers of dried seed that coated their skin. Camber leaned against the tile as they helped scrub each other down, tenderly cleaning the areas that had been used the most.
Clean and glowing, they retreated to Kaylin’s room, locking the door behind them. They slid into the oversized bed, the cool sheets feeling like heaven against their sensitive skin.
But the adrenaline hadn’t completely faded. As they curled up together, the “bonus girl time” began. It started with soft whispers about which of the athletes had been the biggest and which had been the most relentless. Soon, hands began to wander. Camber, still buzzing from the hours of being manhandled, found herself needing the soft, gentle touch of a woman to balance out the raw power of the men they had just left.
They spent the next hour exploring each other with a slow, intimate desire, their bodies still buzzing from the earlier marathon. It was the perfect comedown—a quiet, private celebration of their successful “initiation” into being the fraternity’s favorite duo.
