Interregnum

“Girls,” you crossed your legs. “This is very unfair.”

“What’s wrong, sir?,” Jiwoo scoffed. “We just asked if you liked what we’re wearing.”

“You’re not wearing anything.”

All five of them stood before you in see-through robes, the thin fabric barely masking the pinks and browns of their firm bosoms, or the clean-shaven, smooth surfaces of the front of their groins. At this point, you’d now seen enough of the curves and colors of them naked, but they made a great deal of teasing to obscure what little was obscurable.

The girls moved closer, in a half ring now around your sofa. Asa placed a hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay if you’re hard, daddy,” she cooed.

You felt your cheeks flush. “Well, I find it undignifying to have my emotions toyed with.”

“Oh come on, daddy,” Jiwoo crossed her arms. “I would’ve thought this was a good thing for you.”

“Hoho,” you chuckled, “I’m definitely having the time of my life right now. But it is literally,” you looked at the clock in your living room, “9 in the morning.”

“But we cooked breakfast early this time!,” Haerin scoffed.

“You’re– that’s not the point,” you surrendered.

They looked and nodded at each other, and let the robes fall to the ground, and now you were surrounded by their pale, unblemished skin, their toned abdomens forming a wall of flesh that made your mouth water. You swallowed a mouthful of drool that globbed up while witnessing their brief performance.

You stretched your arm wide and wrapped it around Eunchae, but she held you by the hair as she approached you. “You promised, daddy,” she urged.

“Promised what?”

“That you’d have sex with each one of us,” Kyujin smiled.

You kissed Eunchae’s soft belly. “I thought that was obvious.”

“You’ll make us cum, daddy?,” Jiwoo added, and you planted kisses on Kyujin, Asa, and Haerin all in front of you.

“Obviously,” you taunted.

“And you’ll take care of us equally?,” Haerin piped in, as you finished your abdominal appreciation with Asa on your left.

“There’s a difference between giving you equal treatment,” you sighed, “and you all doing it with me at the same time.”

“But where’s the fun in it if it’s just us one by one?,” Eunchae replied bluntly, now kneeling right next to you on the sofa.

“I’ll try my best,” you nipped at her chin with your fingers.

“Don’t worry daddy,” Kyujin reassured, “your dick’s big enough to make all of us cum in minutes.”

“Kyujin!,” Asa, Jiwoo, and Eunchae complained. Haerin slowly sat on you, holding back her laughter.

“Please, daddy,” she whispered, pulling your hand towards her chest. Her breasts were soft mounds against her petite frame, and you massaged it with one hand while she kissed your neck.

“Me too, daddy,” Jiwoo excitedly declared, pulling one of your legs from under Haerin to reveal the same soft-mounded build as her. You suckled both as they moaned in your ears.

“No fair,” Asa whispered to Eunchae. “Daddy likes that they have bigger boobs than us.”

“I can hear you,” you groaned, standing up and pulling the two of them into a shared kiss, tongues touching tips at a single point.

“So, daddy,” Kyujin pressed. “Are you ready?”

You laughed, letting Asa and Eunchae go. “Still no.” You stood up and led her to your room. “But what can I do about that?”

As you walked back to your bedroom – bed still unkempt from the total mass of six bodies miraculously fitting and sleeping in it – the girls planned their attack without hesitation.

“I’ll go last,” Asa smiled slyly.

“Me first!,” Kyujin butted in.

“No fair! I wanted first!,” Eunchae whined. “Fine. I’ll go second.”

“Haerin? Wanna go first?,” Jiwoo offered.

“No, I’ll go before Asa,” Haerin permitted. “You go first.”

“Daddy needs to get hard,” Asa cooed. “Ready, girls?”

You laid on the bed, hands behind your head, lying down like a champion, listening to them claim you, want you to their core. You don’t know what exactly made you prouder: the near-perfect synergy, or the raw, honest desire.

You smiled in excitement as your underwear immaterialized and the synchronized wave of kisses peppered your shaft all over.

Each of them hummed as they left peck after peck on your skin. They were slow, methodical, tantalizing; they knew, or at least were confident enough, how to keep you on edge, each smooch light to the touch. Not a finger, tongue, or any other stimulus – only the taunting that was their careful and calculated worship. Each one was too brief to leave the searing mark of affection; altogether and it kept your length buzzing. And of course, you twitched in approval, balling up your fists to hold back the desire to distract them.

Kyujin crawled over, her bare pink pussy hovering over your face. It felt warm even from far away, as she’d been watching it all happen and felt herself wanting you exceptionally badly.

“W-will you be okay if I sit on your face, daddy?,” Kyujin asked. You simply pulled her down in response – and she yelped to counter.

With your hands pulling her by her thighs, she rocked back and forth, rubbing all of her scent on your lips and nose. You stuck your tongue inside her, far as you could, and her gyrations hastened.

“Mmh!,” she squealed. “Daddy, fuck! Your tongue is so– ohh!”

She tried to lift herself up to rest, but you held her back down, instead forcing a slower, sensual pace, and Kyujin’s moans felt immediately more relaxed.

The girls temporarily slowed to witness, and you could feel their kisses become more contained, holding back the urge to take you in whole in desperate yearning. Breaths felt heavy and hot as they wafted against your length, still within reach of their wettened lips. You could even see Haerin and Jiwoo bite their lips and furrow their brows, keeping their inhibitions intact.

Except Asa. Asa had stopped kissing you entirely, moving up to your belly until she went for your neck. She laid beside you, playing with the lobe of your ear with her lips, moaning as she rubbed her nipples in stimulation.

“Me next,” she laughed deeply. “Fuck, I want daddy’s tongue.”

“H-hey!,” Eunchae whined. “Why doesn’t anyone wanna give me a turn?!” She crawled next to your other ear. “Daddy, please!”

“I’m already going last!,” Asa whined back. “Don’t you wanna squirt all over daddy instead?”

Eunchae froze at the thought, and Jiwoo and Haerin looked at Eunchae excitedly.

“So desperate for daddy, Eunchae,” Jiwoo cooed, slowly crawling towards Eunchae.. Haerin came closer to her and pulled her away from you, each holding her down.

“What are you–,” she struggled.

“You’re gonna watch daddy take care of Kyujin and Asa,” Haerin smiled. “We’ll all watch them together and get so wet for daddy.”

“Don’t you want that, Eunchae? Don’t you wanna edge for daddy?,” Jiwoo teased, sliding a hand down to Eunchae’s bare, swelling lips. “Don’t you want daddy to wreck you and make you cum all over him?”

“Y-yes!,” she yelped, looking at Jiwoo and Haerin one by one and begging for their kisses – which they gladly gave. Eunchae reached pensively for Haerin and Jiwoo’s breasts, but they inevitably went back to her own, hands reaching to her clit and untouched breast.

“Holy shit,” you laughed, “you’re all so damn horny,” and you dove back into Kyujin.

“D-daddy!,” Kyujin lifted up, frozen and trembling right above your mouth. “F-fuck, I’m close already, f–”

Asa lifted Kyujin up before she could finish, still trembling hard, and guiding her over your cock.

“You ready, Kyujin?,” Asa supported, holding her by both hands as they aligned themselves over you. You could see them count down together as Kyujin’s folds gave way to you and Asa’s own came over your face.

Asa was almost sopping wet, practically dribbling if not for the restraint you could claim she had. Tangier, looser, with more desperate rocking, she rode you with loud, chesty groans. “Augh! Daddy! Yes!”

And Kyujin? Squealing uncontrollably as she slowly went down on you. “F-fuck– shi– mmh, fuck– daddy, daddy, mmh– ahh!,” she yelped, all as your length slowly and fully impaled her through. She rammed herself fully into you, your whole length reaching far deep into her, and her legs wobbled as she willed herself to bounce on you.

“Pah!,” you surfaced from Asa. “Let me, Kyujin,” you commanded, and you held Kyujin up still while you thrust up into her in slow counts.

“Fuck, it looks so deep in Kyujin,” Haerin gasped, the command in her voice leaving as she witnessed it before her, frantically rubbing her clit with a leg wrapped over Eunchae.

“F-fuck, I’m so horny,” Jiwoo yelped, curled up into Eunchae’s arm which reached into her folds.

“Please, daddy, please,” Eunchae begged, tears twinkling in her eyes. “Fuck me next, please.”

You couldn’t acknowledge. Asa rode you with gusto, hands grabbing your biceps, wincing as your tongue flicked hard against her core; Kyujin’s pussy tightened with every thrust that rendered you mute. And she struggled with every single one, that she too switched between muted wailing and relieved groaning.

“Fuck,” Kyujin yelped, “fuck, I’m– fuck! Daddy–”

You rapidly drilled into her for one last push, and Kyujin lurched forward as she twitched with bated breaths. Eunchae crawled to her, rubbing her back as she squeezed out tears of bliss.

“Fuck, daddy, so good,” Kyujin huffed, “t-thank you, daddy, thank you.”

“Mmh!,” Asa fell back, letting you breathe. “Ride daddy well, Eunchae, you deserve it.” She crawled to Kyujin, carrying her over to Haerin, while Jiwoo crawled over to you.

“Daddy ruined Kyujin,” Jiwoo gasped, lining up alongside Eunchae, the both of them giggling nervously after witnessing the downfall of Asa and Kyujin, both catching their breaths with Haerin.

“You can do it,” Asa laughed, giving Haerin a lust-releasing kiss. You heard Eunchae and Jiwoo whisper their own countdown just like earlier, before squealing simultaneously at your tongue and cock making contact.

“Ohhh, daddy– mmh! Fuck, your tongue,” Jiwoo heaved, one hand cupping her breast.

“Angh, daddy, ohh– mmh– hah!,” Eunchae yelped, covering her mouth with one hand and leaning back on your shins with the other.

Jiwoo rocked her hips back and forth, wanting to feel the ridges of your face slowly and completely. Her moans were subdued, except when you shot your tongue past her clit and into her walls.

Eunchae rode you while leaning back, feeling the ridges of your tip rub hard against the roof of her core. The tension against your cock was deadly, her riding not so much calculated as it was careful, wanting to stretch out her pleasure before she folded.

Asa and Haerin lazily massaged Kyujin’s breasts, caught in between them before she could properly rest. Kyujin wailed in sensitivity, simultaneously begging to be touched against Asa and Haerin’s hands massaging her inner thigh.

“If we make you cum again, Kyujin, you’re gonna collapse when daddy fucks you again,” Asa comforted Kyujin.

“B-but– fuck! Please,” Kyujin whined.

Eunchae slowly reached her climax, the grip on your shins tighter than ever. The rhythmic slamming turned more frantic, struggling to look for the right position to feel your length in, Eunchae silently chasing for the best sensation to force out a violent squirt all over you.

Jiwoo got off you, legs wobbling and twitching as she edged herself ready for you. She held Eunchae up, lacing her fingers with hers as she leaned forward instead and hilting you all the way through.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, J-Jiwoo, I–,” Eunchae blubbered.

“Yes, Eunchae, cum for daddy, cum for him, you deserve it,” Jiwoo laughed, the erotic stare of Eunchae turning her on. She leaned over to Eunchae and kissed her, forcing Eunchae’s moans into her windpipe. And when she came – legs locking your hips, she squealed and writhed, muffled still by Jiwoo’s tongue.

“Squirt all over daddy,” Jiwoo whispered one last time, and with one final jolt Eunchae kicked herself off you and released warm, pungent discharge all over you, with enough force it splattered onto Jiwoo. Eunchae fell back on the bed between your legs.

You caught your breath, pulling Jiwoo down just a bit to spit on her aching cunt. She gasped and blushed, admittedly turned on by your gesture.

Eunchae dragged herself over to Asa, Haerin, and Kyujin, their bodies in a pile of chests rising and falling. Each breath held back a moan, a waft of warm air that began to warm up the already airconditioned room.

Jiwoo climbed on top of you, facing you directly as no one else joined in.

“D-daddy,” Jiwoo whispered, “may I ride you?”

You held her by the face and kissed her forehead. “I’ll stay still for you. Best I can.” Jiwoo blushed, slowly taking you into her. Tears formed in her eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of your cock on her near-orgasmic folds.

Haerin left the pile and crawled over to rest your head on her lap, and held Jiwoo’s hair, talking her through.

“You take daddy so well, Jiwoo,” Haerin smiled.

“I’m okay,” she smiled. “I-I’m just– mmmh, really close already.” They giggled together as Haerin held Jiwoo’s head, slowly grinding on your cock, sliding in and out of her. She whined, barely managing to keep her orgasm in.

“Say it,” Haerin  invited. “Tell daddy everything.”

“F-fuck!,” Jiwoo wailed. “Your cock, daddy! So fucking good! So deep and so big!” You pulled her down for a kiss, alternating with Haerin to overload her senses.

“Nghh, daddy, holy shit, oh fff– ughh!,” Jiwoo struggled, staving off her climax with the last of her effort. You slapped her ass, wanting to see what would happen, and Jiwoo broke down instantly.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck– hah!” All of Jiwoo trembled in Haerin’s arms, catching her while she helped lift her up and over to the side, where she heaved and sighed in relief.

Haerin looked down on your face, drenched in sweat, squirt, and whatever sticky stuff caked your face. Your cock remained firm, though wavering in hardness, slowly shrinking.

Haerin was having none of it.

“Daddy,” she held your head in both hands as she knelt and kissed you on the lips. “I’m gonna skip ahead if that’s okay.”

“Of course, baby,” you blurted. The other four broke from their stupor to react.

“Hey! Why does she get a pet name!,” Eunchae growled.

“C’mon, daddy, I thought I fucked you good,” Kyujin whined.

“Hey! So did I!,” Jiwoo bemoaned.

“Hey!,” you barked. “You’re all my babies. Mine. Equally.” They all quieted down, blushing, while Asa giggled in her little corner of the bed.

“This is why I waited for last,” she smirked. “So I could be the one to break daddy.”

“Don’t be so cocky,” you scoffed, chest bursting with self-aggrandizing pride as it prepared your next command. “Girls? Show Asa how to be a good babygirl.”

Kyujin, Eunchae, and Jiwoo glanced at Asa, and the energy shifted immediately. Haerin, ever the observer, simply ground herself on top of your length, keeping it warm and firm.

“Look at you, daddy,” she giggled. “Covered in our cum, cock used over and over again. I thought you were gonna be the dominant one.”

You pulled Haerin to lie down flat on you as you grabbed her ass to hold her still. “A good daddy takes care of her babygirls.”

Haerin blushed with a warm, bashful smile. She was loving the attention – cock inside her, your eyes glaring into her, all to the tune of Asa’s aroused desperation.

“F-fuck! Mmmh, fuck!,” Asa whined, legs and arms locked in Eunchae’s full body grasp while Kyujin and Jiwoo both took turns rubbing Asa’s clit and fingering her. Asa’s eyes were rolled back into her head, extremities twitching and shaking hard as her pussy received overwhelming attention from Kyujin and Jiwoo.

“So naughty, Asa, challenging and using daddy like that,” Kyujin growled behind gritted teeth, fingers pumping in and out of Asa’s needy cunt.

“Oh, she’s like that,” Jiwoo scoffed. “Daddy wanted to teach you a lesson. So we’re helping him now.”

“Because we’re good girls for daddy, Asa,” Eunchae hissed in Asa’s ear. “Promise daddy you’ll be good.”

“F-fuck– fuck– fuck– I’m so– mmh! I’m sorry, daddy! Fuck! I just– angh, need your cock, so fu-ucking bad!,” Asa blubbered, overcome by her pleasure.

Haerin, hearing all this, moaned harder and louder as you rammed your length deep into her, feeling the full force of your withheld aggression and power.

“Fuck, daddy, fuck!,” she squealed with every thrust of your hips into her, slapping the squeezed fluids on your cock all over her thighs. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum!”

“Such a good girl,” you whispered to Haerin, wanting not to agitate the busy trio.

“Tell them they’re good girls, daddy! Call us good girls! I’m so close!,” Haerin begged, wanting to finish to your praise.

You turned to them. “You’re all such good girls for me,” you grinned. “You’re such a good girl, Haerin. Cum for me.”

“Nghh–,” she whined, pitch climbing and climbing as she came all over you hard. Her pussy clamped on you so suddenly you let out a breathy moan, and you both laughed off the honest and candid collapse.

Having your cock in a fourth girl in what barely felt like an hour had taken its toll on your capacity to hold it all in. Having the girls break Asa did more for you than they ought to have known. But now Asa, carried over by Kyujin and Jiwoo, was trembling with tears forming in her eyes, edged and desperate.

“One last, daddy,” Kyujin teased. “Eunchae on your face and Asa on your cock.”

“Give it to them, daddy,” Jiwoo added. “They’ve been good girls.”

“Get over here, ladies,” you grinned, pulling an excited Eunchae and a relieved Asa over you. Kyujin and Jiwoo kept holding Asa, easing her over you. Haerin held Eunchae, finishing the job of making sure she would squirt all over you.

Without a doubt, this was the toughest round yet.

Asa’s words completely left her, reduced only to the animalistic “ughs” and “anhs” of raw, unfiltered, and overwhelmed pleasure. Kyujin and Jiwoo, who could barely get her to slow down, couldn’t resist rubbing their clits alongside her, the trio now in chorus.

On the other end, above your ears, Eunchae and Haerin provided the perfect harmony of “yes” and “please” and “thank you”, as your tongue broke down Eunchae’s last defenses.

“I’ll be a good girl, daddy!,” Eunchae wailed. “I’ll cum all over you, daddy! Your tongue is so fucking good!”

“She loves it daddy,” Haerin encouraged. “Don’t stop.

“Mmmh! Ngh! Yes, daddy! Fuck yes, fuck me harder, please, daddy!,” Asa begged, tears and drool pooling on the edge of her jaw.

“Fuck, daddy, she loves your cock so bad,” Kyujin moaned.

“We’re all good girls for you, daddy,” Jiwoo begged. “We’ll behave.”

Haerin placed herself over your face, pressed up against Eunchae until they rode you simultaneously, bucking against your tongue back and forth. Squirt and squelch dripped onto your tongue with each rock of their hips into each other, the smell strong against your drenched nose.

Asa bounced on you hard, with Kyujin and Jiwoo helping lift her as high up as she could. Her twitching cunt made it all the way up your length, squirming all over your cockhead. It tensed and tightened, and Kyujin and Jiwoo forced her to slow when you visibly struggled. They were masters at keeping you in check, but not for very long. 

You slapped Asa’s ass, groped Kyujin and Jiwoo’s. You shoved your tongue deeper into Eunchae. You drooled until it trailed past your ears, and stopped thrusting entirely lest you blast too early into Asa. But with how hard you were being ridden, being used to the climax of five different women, it was hard to keep everything together.

“Fuck, shit, fuck,” you mumbled under Haerin and Eunchae’s assc muted down by their moans.

“Cum, daddy,” Jiwoo begged, hand on your balls. Kyujin joined her, mouth over Asa’s nipples.

“Cum, daddy.” “Give us your cum.” “We’ve been good girls.” Their prayers, their pleas were one and the same, all close. But you held on until Asa and Eunchae went first, if only for your pride.

“Fuck, fuck, f– anh!,” Asa squealed, throwing herself off your cock and convulsing between your legs. Kyujin and Jiwoo caught her, feeling down her limbs for brief aftercare before going for your cock. They interlaced their fingers together, stroking and spreading the thick, sticky liquid it was coated in.

“Fuck, d-daddy, thank you, thank you! F– mmh!,” Eunchae wailed, collapsing over your head, legs shaking next to your ears. Haerin turned around and joined Kyujin and Jiwoo’s stroking, finally covering the last part of your tip to complete the stimulation of your full length.

“Oh god, oh fuck, shit!,” you groaned, releasing everything in your balls. You could feel the grand total of load jettison out of your shaft, feeling each spurt pool on their hands. They kept going, stroking until you were completely dry and your load cleaned off your shaft and all over their hands. Eunchae looked up at you, tears streaking the corners of her eyes from final release.

They all crawled over to your shaft, rubbing the now-flaccid girth of it on their faces. Fingers were licked, kisses were made, cum passed between mouths. You were properly winded after all of it – and yet the girls hung about your groin, still kissing the skin on your thighs and chest.

“L– girls,” you sighed, fending off the arousal already bubbling in your chest. “Don’t tell me you want more.”

“We do, daddy,” Kyujin teased.

“Bitch, you finished first,” Asa groaned. “I need a break.”

“Same,” Haerin joined in.

“We can go again tonight,” Jiwoo suggested.

“Daddy?,” Eunchae pouted. “Can we tonight?”

“You’re all so silly, you know?,” you laughed. “We’re all adults. We have free will. You don’t need my permission.”

“But it’s fun to play babygirl too, you know,” Jiwoo blinked prettily. She and Asa tried to cuddle you, still covered in your mess.

“Nope,” you sighed. “Shower, then we’re changing these sheets and having lunch and taking a nap.” You scratched your head. “Forget what I said. It’s like I’m taking care of five kindergarteners.”

“Really not something you wanna say when we’re all naked, sir,” Kyujin quipped.

Everyone groaned. “Kyujin!”

“You know you’re free to visit anytime, right?,” you remarked, popcorn in your mouth.

“But your office is far from us, daddy,” Jiwoo pouted. “Haerin and Kyujin work right next to you.”

“You say that like your dorm is far from here,” you dismissed. “Y’know, maybe some night you’re feeling… a little needy, it’s not that far.”

“Fair,” Asa shrugged, leaning on your leg.

You had, as you promised to Jiwoo and Kyujin, finished that Netflix series you started yesterday (even caught up with the episode you missed after that day’s second bout).

“See, daddy?,” Kyujin beamed at you. “Told you it was good.”

“It was… alright,” you scoffed. “I think I was way too distracted to enjoy it.”

“Now whose fault is that, daddy?,”

Eunchae teased. You rustled her hair in rebuttal.

“Don’t get cocky now,” you teased back. “You’ve seen what it’s like four-on-one.” Asa stuck out her tongue in defiance, and Eunchae backed down.

Over dinner, the girls began revisiting fellow classmates in their “bad batch”, including names you’d encountered before – Jiyu, Sui, Haum and Shion, who were all in different blocks than Haerin, Kyujin, and Eunchae – and names you’d only heard now – Sullin, Lynn, Minami, and Carmen, all in the international house with Asa at some point; Kyungeun, Hana, and Yihyun, who were blockmates with Jiwoo. 

“You are a particularly big batch, aren’t you?” They giggled. “Have you ever come together as one batch at any point?”

“Um… no?,” Haerin raised an eyebrow.

“Sorta?,” Jiwoo scratched her head. “There’s probably a picture of us and the Korean enrollees together. The international students like Asa had different things to do.”

“Interesting,” you nodded, “and yet you all seem at least passably close with one another.”

“Do you want us to expand the circle, daddy?,” Asa taunted. A shiver ran down your spine (and into your dick, but you weren’t about to give tacit approval to your execution by overstimulation).

“No.”

They all laughed at your curt and honest reply.

“One last, daddy,” Asa led you by the hand, all of them lined up on the edge of the bed. She brought you to the corner she sat on, and pulled down your shorts.

“One by one,” she explained, “we’re gonna blow you, and then you can fuck us from behind.”

“We’ll be good girls for you, daddy,” Haerin said, right beside her. It appears they sat in order of age again, Eunchae at the tail end.

“Don’t worry, daddy,” Eunchae grinned. “I get to make you cum this time!”

Asa smirked. “Can I borrow your phone, daddy?”

“Uh, sure?” You handed her the device, and she set a timer for 5 minutes.

“Am I gonna have to…”

“Yep,” Kyujin replied, in the middle of everyone.

“Will I survive?,” you joked.

“You will, daddy,” Asa kissed your stomach, kneeling before you to start the clock.

Asa was uncharacteristically gentle; not even restrained, which would mean each pump of her lips on your cock held back the fullness of her want, but slow and methodical like she savored it. And savor she did, her tongue doing most of the pressing against your underside.

You grabbed the back of her head, and she grabbed your thighs to push you back. You could feel an aggression building in you, wanting to shove her whole face into you with gusto, but you let her push back on your thighs to control your pumping.

The girls, surprisingly, sat silently. Lips were bitten, hands were tucked into their thighs, but all they did was moan and hum as they watched in anticipation. Not even a word – simply their longing gazes.

Asa kept at it, sucking you clean. Her lips clung hard to your shaft, harder than you could handle, and you gripped her hair tighter as she kept going, and she grabbed your thighs just as hard.

When the beeping came on your phone, Asa had just begun to take you in all the way down her throat; the sudden pause made the insides of your groin bubble, pooling up all it had. You simply sidestepped to Haerin, and pushed on.

Haerin was already fond of being steady with you. But instead of blowing, she simply made drawn-out, individual licks from base to under your tip. Left, right, under, and a kiss to your tip or two – Haerin was determined to stretch your orgasm thin. Not a single smile or smirk materialized, save for the pouting of her lips as she smacked your heavy length on it.

She slapped it all over her cheeks and her forehead, eyes closed as she reveled in the feeling: the stickiness, the musk, the weight it carried. When the beep came, she spat a whole mouthful of accumulated liquid desire, and stuck her tongue out to let the remainder drip.

Then came Kyujin. There was, in your opinion, no slow with Kyujin, but tonight she proved you wrong. She took you in, centimeter by centimeter, until it struck the back of her throat. But this was not the Kyujin hungry to deepthroat from months ago; she kept you there, gagging slowly but surely. She teared up as your swollen cockhead pressed into her windpipe, her face choked from its mass, but she powered through. And when she released you with heavy gasping and deep at the beep of the timer, chesty moans, silence was broken in the space.

Already you were struggling. Already you could feel it right before your tip, begging to be released. But Jiwoo was to have her turn, and she was observant enough to slow down. Jiwoo didn’t blow you so much as use the entirety of her throat to lube you up, sucking once or twice then using her fingers and palm to press against your length. With your sensitivity by this point, you couldn’t hold back your moaning, and it only escalated the already growing begging of the girls more audibly.

“Daddy,” you heard, whispered by five individual voices, each one yearning, hungry, and ravenous at each core. Jiwoo spat on you again at the beep, spreading the liquid cocktail on your cock all over her face.

And then it was Eunchae. The dear girl had endured the duration of the 20 minutes without saying a thing or reacting in any other way than to smile. She grabbed your butt and held you inside her mouth, deepthroating you in one go. She thrust hard, almost slamming her whole face into your pelvis, blocked by nothing more than her slim lips.

You groaned. You lurched forward and pulled your hips back, but it was no use: Eunchae had your body, and she intended to use it.

Gluck, gluck, gluck went her throat as she took you in. Slowly the girls had crawled onto the bed, asses pointed in the air and more clearly fingering themselves. While you could still see from Eunchae’s onslaught, you watched all four of their pussies flicked about, trails of grool bridging the slits of their cores. Their moans were muffled into the bed as they rubbed themselves out to the filth of Eunchae’s deepthroating.

8. The timer inched closer to a moment of reprieve. 5. You could barely hold it in, the semen brimming at your tip. 2. You could shoot it into Eunchae then and there, the good girl she was–

Beep.

Eunchae pushed you back with enough force to send you reeling back onto your wall, legs giving way as you trembled out the orgasm that never came. Eunchae licked her lips as she watched you struggle; those lips curled into a gratified, triumphant grin.

“Fuck us stupid, daddy,” she cooed, turning back and fingering herself just like the rest.

You walked over to Asa again, parting her folds with your massive cockhead. She squealed at first touch, your girth stretching her already gaped hole even wider. You could feel it twitch shut, struggling to hold everything together, but having touched herself the longest she was about ready to burst.

“Oh daddy,” she yelped repeatedly. Your hands held her firmly by the hips, slamming into her as you witnessed her tight ass shake with every thrust. The timer hadn’t even gone off yet when she completely collapsed, her legs giving way as she approached her climax. She clawed at the bed, hair getting tossed about, and you reached over to grab it in a handful. She nodded before you did, and you yanked in one go.

“Yes daddy, yes daddy, yes!,” she yelled, shaking as she orgasmed all over your cock. She laid on her front, legs splayed and Slick coated it as you pulled out of her, ready to insert into Haerin.

“Just fuck us, daddy,” she looked back. “Make us squirm.”

You held the meatier behind of Haerin hard, fingertips digging into the skin of her ass. You fucked her quick, while your cock had managed to hold back your topping orgasm, until Haerin too collapsed the same way onto the bed.

“Mmmh! Daddy! Yes!” You pumped into Haerin, and everything tightened: her walls, your grip, the entirety of her body. Any more and she would have frozen up completely; you made your reset with one heavy-handed smack!, a reddish mark left on her ass. Haerin screamed her pleasure.

You gave her a few more firm slaps until she locked her legs around you, keeping you in her warmth as she convulsed. You massaged the tender flesh of her stricken skin while she recuperated, her breathing slowly pacing back to normalcy.

The pause gave you a moment to catch your breath, the unceasing stimulus on your length once more a test of stamina and willpower. But you barely had it; in seconds you shifted to Kyujin, and in no time at all you pumped her as you did the two, as you would the other two.

For the smallest of the bunch, Kyujin threw her entire body back into you, enough to knock you back with your struggling legs. You knelt by the edge of the bed to give you footing, and she moaned heartily with every slap.

“Anh, daddy, angh!,” she heaved, her pace not stopping in spite of your attempts to slow her down. There was very little fight – much less reason to – against her thrusting on you. But you weren’t having her control you; you might have even thought she was taking that away from you. But all it took was one careful, heavy handed push into the bed by her nape, and her body ceased.

“Mmmh! Daddy, so hot– fuck!” You drilled her rapidly into the bed, pumping until you felt your own release nearly pouring out. One firm clench of everything under the waist and you held out against Kyujin – who curled up into the bed, twitching hard and drooling into your third set of sheets for the weekend.

You leaned back on the cabinet door. You needed to stop. If you didn’t, you were absolutely going to cum inside Jiwoo, and it was abundantly clear that was not an option for these girls, condom on or not.

Eunchae, lying on her side before her turn and face flushed from witnessing the filth before her, bit her lip as she saw you. “You can do it, daddy,” she cheered, and somehow that encouragement was much needed, especially as Jiwoo still stayed ready for you, ever expectant. To your left, Asa looked on with the same doe-eyed yearning.

You marched forward, and penetrated Jiwoo. She was much tighter than earlier, forcing your movement slower than over. Perhaps for the better, already feeling the massage on the sides of your shaft slowly coax the climax out of your groin. You gripped her tight hips, parting her cheeks to thrust yourself in deeper than her ass would let you.

Jiwoo had her back arched almost painfully, at least from what you could see. But she held herself steady, though trembling. “Nghh, daddy, fngg,” she gritted her teeth, trying to take you in whole. You eased yourself out – even if the pull alone struggled you to your edge – and pushed more softly.

“Gentle,” you gritted your teeth, patting her head in comfort, and paced your thrusts more gradually. You hadn’t even gone in any deeper or any faster before Jiwoo’s groans turned into high-pitched yelps.

“Dad– daddy! Yes!,” she squealed, and she crawled forward to free herself from you, still tender and raw and completely undone before you. Asa, Haerin, and Kyujin walked over to her as she squeezed out a tear, rubbing her for comfort. They watched intently at Eunchae, now ready for you, to finish the marathon, phone still beeping after being ignored for the entire duration.

You held Eunchae’s ass tenderly, cock throbbing and drenched in the accumulation of secretions and liquid lust. You were just about ready to burst, a thin stream of what might have been precum (hard to tell by now) dripping down. Eunchae’s pussy pulsed, touched and teased for however long it had already been.

“Ready, babygirl?,” you coaxed, and you thrust into her. There was no need for restraint anymore; if you were going to burst, Eunchae was the cocksleeve that would make you. Deep thrust after another, you slammed into her. Each slap of skin was wet, each thrust strained your already sore groin. It had been not only hours, but days of nonstop pleasure, and it all led to this moment, at least for you.

For Eunchae, she simply reveled in being used. “Anh, anh, daddy, keep going,” she begged, already close but keeping it in with closed legs. She clawed at the sheets, twitching with every half-handed slap you made on her ass. You couldn’t anymore – you had so little fight left in you.

“Make her cum, daddy,” Haerin begged.

“She wants it, daddy,” Jiwoo added.

“Cum for daddy, Eunchae,” Asa commanded. “Be a good babygirl for daddy.”

“Yes, yes, I’ll be– I’ll be good– mmmh!,” Eunchae cried out, caution and pace thrown out the window. She slammed into you now, and you held yourself firm to let her chase her orgasm. Your face twisted into a wince, resisting every signal to release until Eunchae had hers.

And then, Eunchae burst. A light spray came from her, pushing you out and splattering over her thighs. She fell flat on the bed, struggling with what remaining strength and the help of the others to turn her face towards you.

All five of them in a pile. Their faces pressed up on each other, sweaty and drenched. Eyes hungry and piercing. Tongues stuck out, drooling and lolled out fully. And of course, tired, expectant, and real smiles. All of them waiting for you: Asa, Haerin, Kyujin, Jiwoo, and Eunchae.

All yours.

You didn’t even need to stroke for long. The masterpiece of a sight of their cockhungry faces was enough to have you spurt all over them. Not much, not after having drained you two days in a row, but enough to cover their tongues. You tried to stroke every remaining drop out, but you were too drained to give any more.

And then, you slid down the wall to your back, a bit too dramatically, but genuinely in exhaustion. You heaved, each mouth-agape pant trying to recover all the breath you’d given them. They all laid on their bellies in a row, licking their neighbor’s faces clean and passing them around until they were drenched only in the mixture of sweat and drool.

You sat silently. They laid quietly, still staring into your eyes. You all chuckled, pleased.

“You’re all,” you heaved, “good girls. My girls.” They collectively smiled wider, pleased at your praise.

“Ugh,” Asa laid her head on the bed. “I’m tired.”

“Same,” Haerin pouted.

“Thank fuck,” you blurted. “Finally.”

“Can’t we just sleep like this?,” Kyujin whined.

“I could,” Jiwoo agreed.

“Girls, these are,” you stretched, trying to stand up, “not kidding, the fourth set of sheets.”

“It’s fine, daddy,” Eunchae rolled her eyes. “We’ll handle the cleaning.”

“Yeah,” Asa shrugged. “Five of us chipping in should help.”

“Maybe we can even wear the maid costumes,” Haerin joked.

“You actually bought those?!,” Jiwoo remarked.

“Nope,” you demanded. “Everybody up. We’re taking showers. Again.”

They collectively whined again.

“Together,” you added in surrender.

They ran to the bathroom immediately.

You sighed, trailing them. “My girls.”

The girls left the dorm by midday. Bills were settled, clothes were cleaned, and temporary farewells were made.

You could hear them talking about schedules and coordinating “visits” as they walked away from the ground floor of your place. The conversation didn’t end by the time they were out of earshot.

You entered your house again, sat on your sofa, the place eerily empty. Like it had been lived in, utilized in a manner only fathomable in memory. You took your mug of hot coffee, sipped it, and leaned back to doze off.

This wasn’t the last you were seeing of this bad batch of theirs; that much was certain.