Usually you run a train on a girl, after this train, it felt like she ran a train on us. She was truly Insatiable. [Group]

Aight, so boom.

Lemme tell y'all about this one time in college. This ain't one of them sweet, romantic stories. This is a story from the vaults, from the grimy, glorious, cheap-vodka-fueled days of dorm life. This one's about a legend.

Her name was Maya.

We called her the Black Hole.

Not 'cause she was big or nothing--nah, she was petite, maybe 5'4" on a good day, with a body that looked like it was sculpted by a god who specialized in making men weak. She had these big, innocent-looking brown eyes that were a goddamn lie, and a smile that could talk you into setting your own car on fire. We called her the Black Hole 'cause once you got pulled into her orbit, you weren't getting out. And 'cause that pussy of hers had an appetite that was damn near cosmic. She was, for lack of a better term, an insatiable slut, and she wore that shit like a crown.

This wasn't just dorm gossip either; the legend of Maya had footnotes and cited sources. I'd heard stories about her giving a TA head in the library stacks during finals week, using the sound of the copy machine to cover her moans. I saw her with my own two eyes walk out of the rival team's star quarterback's room the morning of the homecoming game, looking like she'd just devoured his soul for breakfast. She wasn't just taking dick; she was collecting it. It wasn't about being easy; it was about power. Maya wasn't a girl who got fucked; she was a girl who decided who was worthy of fucking her.

The night this all went down started like any other Friday. My boys D-Roc, Kev, and me were posted up in D-Roc's room, which was basically the unofficial kickback spot for our floor. The air was thick with the smell of burnt popcorn and shitty weed. We were playing 2K, Future was screaming about march madness through a blown-out bluetooth speaker, and we were passing around a handle of Aristocrat vodka that tasted like rubbing alcohol but got the job done.

Then Maya walked in.

The whole room just kinda--shifted. She wasn't with anyone, just breezed in wearing nothing but some tiny Nike shorts and a cropped hoodie, her curls bouncing around her face. She surveyed the room, that little smirk on her face, and her eyes landed on our broke-ass crew on the couch.

She sauntered over, moving with a rhythm that made you think she had her own personal soundtrack. She hopped over the back of the couch and plopped down right between me and D-Roc, grabbing the bottle from my hand without asking.

"Y'all niggas losing?" she asked, her voice like honey and smoke. She took a long pull from the bottle, not even wincing.

"Nah, I'm cooking this fool," D-Roc grunted, his eyes glued to the screen. He was our star defensive end, built like a brick shithouse, but Maya had him flustered without even trying.

She just laughed, a sound that made my dick twitch. The party started thinning out, but she stayed. Eventually, it was just the four of us in that cramped, hot room. The vibe was thick with unspoken shit.

Maya stretched, yawning like a cat. "I'm bored," she announced. She looked at D-Roc, then Kev, then me, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face. "I feel like being a nasty girl tonight. Y'all wanna play?"

We all mumbled some form of "yeah."

"Good," she said. She stood up and walked to the door, locking it. When she turned back around, her eyes were gleaming. "I got a game. It's called 'Auditions.' I wanna see what y'all are working with." She pulled her hoodie over her head, revealing a simple black lace bra. "And the audition starts with your mouths."

She pointed that dangerous finger right at me. "You, V. You're first. On your knees."

My heart hammered. Me, D-Roc, and Kev just looked at each other, stunned into silence. But there was no way I was backing down. I dropped to my knees in front of her as she unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick out. It was already half-hard, throbbing with anticipation.

Her first touch was surprisingly clinical. She examined it, turning it over in her hand. "Okay," she murmured, more to herself than to me. Then she took me in her mouth. It wasn't amazing at first. It was a little dry, a little clumsy. But what she lacked in technique, she made up for in sheer, unadulterated enthusiasm. She was a quick learner. After a minute, she pulled back, spit on my dick, and went back to work, her mouth now hot and sloppy. I could feel her getting the hang of it, her tongue flicking, her throat opening up. I grunted, my hands fisting in the cheap dorm carpet.

After a few minutes that felt like an eternity, she pulled off, leaving my dick slick and throbbing. "Okay," she said, wiping her mouth. "Not bad." She looked at D-Roc. "Your turn, big boy."

D-Roc looked like he'd won the lottery. He practically jumped to his knees. His dick was huge, thick as a damn soda can. Maya didn't even flinch. She just took it in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she tried to take all of him. We watched, mesmerized, as she deep-throated him, her head bobbing with a steady rhythm. D-Roc was groaning, his eyes rolling back.

Then it was Kev's turn. Quiet, intense Kev. He knelt, and Maya went to work on him with a focus that was almost scary. She was gentler with him, slower, licking every inch before taking him in. She was a connoisseur, and this was a tasting menu.

By the time she was done with all three of us, the air in the room was electric. We were all rock hard, our dicks glistening, the smell of our pre-cum mingling with the weed smoke.

Maya stood up, a smug look of satisfaction on her face. "Auditions are over," she announced. She pointed at me again. "You passed. You're first."

I didn't need to be told twice. I pushed her down on the bed, ripped those tiny shorts down her legs, and buried my face in her pussy. It wasn't instantly wet. It was damp, smelling of her natural musk. I worked on her, my tongue teasing and flicking, until she was dripping, moaning my name. Only then did I enter her. I fucked her like I had something to prove--because I did. I pounded into her, fast and hard, and she met me thrust for thrust, her moans getting louder, urging me on. I came with a guttural roar, collapsing on top of her.

Panting, I rolled off. Maya immediately grabbed D-Roc, pulling him on top of her. "Let's go," she commanded.

D-Roc entered her with a grunt. He was a powerhouse, his thrusts shaking the whole bedframe. Maya took it all, her body rising to meet his, her own pleasure seeming to fuel her stamina. She rode him, then flipped him over and rode him again, making him come with a scream that probably cracked the drywall.

She shoved his exhausted body off of her and looked at Kev. "Get over here."

Kev fucked her with a slow, grinding intensity that was almost hypnotic. He wasn't trying to break her; he was trying to drown her in pleasure. Her moans were different with him, higher-pitched, more desperate. By the time he came, she was a beautiful, sweaty mess, her pussy swollen and slick with the cum of three different niggas.

But she wasn't done. I could see it. She lay there, completely wrecked, but that fire in her eyes was still burning.

I stood up and walked over to her. I didn't get on the bed. I stood beside it, looking down at her. My dick, the traitorous bastard, was hard again.

"On your knees," I said, my voice low and hard.

Her eyes widened, then that wicked smile returned. "Yes, sir," she purred, crawling to the edge of the bed and kneeling before me.

I grabbed a handful of her curls, tilting her head back. "Open your mouth."

She did, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. I just started fucking her face. I used her mouth like it was my own personal fleshlight, my hips slamming against her chin. She gagged, spit drooling down her chin, but she didn't stop. The sounds were obscene--my balls slapping against her nose, her choked whimpers, the wet, sloppy sounds of my dick sliding in and out of her throat. I felt my orgasm building and I didn't pull out. I just kept pounding into her until I exploded, shooting my load deep into the back of her throat.

She coughed and sputtered, a string of my cum and her spit connecting her lips to my dick. I stood there, panting, but then she looked up at me, her eyes watery, a defiant smirk on her face, and she fucking swallowed. Then she licked her lips clean.

"That all you got?" she rasped.

My dick jumped back to life like it had been hit with a defibrillator.

"You have no idea," I growled.

I pushed her back down, her head hanging off the edge of the bed. I grabbed her by the hair again and went right back in, fucking her throat with a renewed ferocity. This time it wasn't just about getting off; it was about conquering. With a final, guttural roar, I pulled out and unloaded my second nut all over her face, covering her cheeks, her eyelids, her lips in a thick, sticky mask.

I stumbled back, completely and utterly drained, and collapsed on the couch.

The four of us just existed in that room for a while, in a haze of smoke and the thick, pungent smell of sex.

Maya sat up slowly, wiping her face with the back of her hand. She took the roach from my fingers, took a long drag, and let the smoke out in a slow, satisfied plume. She looked at the three of us--three exhausted, conquered men--and a slow, smug, beautiful smile spread across her face.

"Y'all did okay," she said, her voice dripping with the satisfaction of a queen who had just reviewed her troops. "Barely."

And in that moment, she wasn't just a girl from our dorm.

She was a fucking legend.

That was the night I truly understood the meaning of the word "insatiable."