Frat House Slut

Anjing
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I was a freshman on campus, living away from home for the first time. Scott Le Croix was a sophomore. He was smart, good-looking, and belonged to the best fraternity on campus. When we started dating it seemed too good to be true. I told him of my plans to become a doctor and he confided in me that he intended to someday run for student body president and use that as a springboard into professional politics. Scott wasn’t the first boy I had slept with, but he was the first one that I ever thought about marrying. I knew I was falling in love.

All my romantic daydreams ended after Christmas break. I visited him at his parents’ home for Christmas and he visited me at my home the following week. I was surprised at how well-off his parents were, their home was practically a mansion. Scott must have been just as surprised when he visited my home – Dad was a factory worker. The only reason I had been able to attend University was because of the full scholarship I had been given.

Scott wasn’t his usual self during his visit, and shortly after we got back to campus, he told me that he thought we should stop seeing each other. When I pressed him for a reason, all he would say is that we ‘didn’t have enough in common’. Of course, he hadn’t noticed this problem until he learned I wasn’t rich like him. He must have decided that a girl ‘below his social station’ wouldn’t do his political future much good.

I felt crushed. I went from feeling like the Homecoming Queen to the least desirable girl on campus. To compensate I went out with every guy my friends could fix me up with, and I slept with a lot of them too. I guess I hoped that word would get back to Scott and make him jealous.

At Spring Break, I heard about a party at Scott’s frat house. I knew some of his fraternity brothers, so I decided drop by. I put on a tank top with no bra and a short skirt. I don’t know what I expected to happen – maybe that Scott would see me and beg me to take him back.

When I arrived, I saw Scott across the room, but he ignored me. That really upset me. His friend Larry came over and started to chat with me. I was grateful for the attention. Larry kept bringing me glasses of purple punch – spiked with tequila. I noticed Scott watching us and he looked mad, which suited me just fine. Drinking always makes me horny, so when Larry suggested that we go upstairs to his room, I asked myself, Why not? I figured this would really get under Scott’s skin, so I made sure he saw us leave.

The room Larry took me to looked bare except for a mattress on the floor. We made out for a while and then he started to remove my clothes. When my top came off, he whistled in appreciation. Guys are always impressed by the size of my tits, I guess because otherwise I am rather petite. I cupped them in my hands and said to him, “Can you believe Scott left these?”

Larry just grinned and then began sucking on my nipples. That really got me hot. Beyond that, I don’t remember much about Larry, except that we fucked and he didn’t last very long. Afterwards, I wrapped a sheet around me and walked down the hall to the bathroom to pee. Two girls I passed clucked their tongues at me in disapproval. I just smiled and gave them the finger. I was drunk and I didn’t care what they thought of me.

When I came back to the room, Larry was laying there in the dark – still naked – waiting for me. Good, Good, I thought, maybe this time he’ll last longer. As we started touching each other, I suddenly became confused. His cock had been uncircumcised, now it had a foreskin. “You’re not Larry,” I said, pushing him off me.

“No,” he whispered. “I’m Sean, but Larry said it’s all right.”

“Oh, did he really?” I said sarcastically.

I was intending to leave the room in a huff, but by then he had his hands on my tits, tweaking my nipples, and it felt so good. I told myself I should leave, that I didn’t know this guy. However, then it occurred to me, Hell, I didn’t really know Larry either.

At this point, I felt drunk, horny and naked. I had looked forward to another fuck, and if Larry wasn’t here and this guy was then: What the hell, I told myself. What’s the difference if I wait five days before I fuck a new man or five minutes. I chugged another glass of punch, pushed Sean down on his back, and climbed on top of him. I slid his big cock inside of me and rocked back and forth till he exploded inside of me.

After that Sean left and another guy immediately came into the room. At this point, I realised what’s happening. The word is going around that a drunk chick is putting out upstairs. I looked around the room and realised that it wasn’t Larry’s room at all, it looked completely bare except for the mattress. This is the ‘fuck room‘. Other girls had probably been gangbanged in here at previous parties. Tonight they figured I’m going to be the party pussy.

At first I was indignant, however, I started to feel something else, an erotic rush. I had just fucked two guys in a row and enjoyed it. Maybe I should play along for a little while.

I lay on my back and spread my legs waiting for the anonymous man to enter me. Usually I don’t reach orgasm from sexual intercourse alone. But as the third guy finished, I was close to cumming, as the fourth guy slid his prick into me I had an orgasm. After that, cumming became easier and easier. I orgasmed with each new guy that fucked me. Some didn’t last very long at all, but it didn’t matter since there was always another cock ready and waiting.

I started to like it a lot, just laying back and letting them do me. I noticed there was a line out the door now. The combination of the liquor, the smell of sex, and the sounds the men made as they climaxed had driven me into a sort of sexual trance.

My mind strayed back to Scott. If he thought I’m too tacky for him, I would show him that he didn’t know how right he is. I began to wish that Scott would get in line to take his turn. Maybe, in the dark, he wouldn’t notice it’s me till he had put it in. The sexiest moments were as one guy would climb off and I would feel the weight of another getting on and sliding his cock into me. There was no foreplay and I knew that each of them had gotten a hard-on just standing there watching me fuck the previous guy. I imagined a long line of frat boys with hard-ons all waiting for a shot at me. When they were done, they didn’t leave, they stood around swigging beer and staring. It seemed like a game, and my pussy was the goal line where everybody scored. All the attention on me. I was the focal point of the whole crowd, all the energy flowed out from me into the rest of the room.

The liquor had erased my last inhibitions completely.

Two girls wandered in and when they saw me, legs spread, glistening with cum. They screamed in unison, “Oh my God!” They ran out of the room. It gave me a rush.

Some guys used rubbers, then dropped them on the floor afterward. As one guy came forward, he slipped on the pile of wet condoms and fell on his ass. The crowd, which up to this point had been quiet, roared with laughter. It changed the atmosphere of the room. Before it had been almost solemn, now it has started to take on a carnival atmosphere.

In between the guys I would take another shot of booze. I’m so drunk by now everything seemed unreal. At one point I noticed that there were only two guys left in line. Maybe the others were waiting to get hard again. I wanted it to go on all night.

Then I saw him. Scott had come into the room He had a look of disbelief on his face. He shouted at me, “What do you think you’re doing? Put your clothes on, now!”

“Whassa matter, honey?” I slurred. “Don’t want yer friends to know what a slut you went out with? Bad for your reputashun, huh?”

He just stared at me, dumbfounded. By now at least twelve guys had fucked me and I became tired of being on my back. I turned over and got on my hand and knees. As I got on all fours, somebody yelled “Where’s Dean? He hasn’t had his turn yet.”

The rest of the crowd hooted and started to chant, “Dean! Dean! Dean!”

I didn’t know who the hell Dean was, but thought that the guy sure must be popular, maybe the fraternity president. Whoever he was, everybody certainly was anxious for him to get a piece of my ass. So I started to yell, “Dean! Dean! Dean!”

I had another drink as I waited for Dean. Suddenly a cheer went up and as I looked back, I saw a big yellow mongrel dog being led into the room. Now I remembered! Dean is the Frat house mascot. As a joke, they had named him Dean Foster after the Dean of the university. Suddenly Scott was kneeling next to me. “Don’t do this,” he whispered. I turned to look into his eyes, anxious to see some sign he still cared. He continued, “Don’t embarrass me like this.”

That did it. I felt furious. “Thanks for your concern, Asshole”, I shouted, “But either shut up or get in line behind Dean!”

At that point I made up my mind to go through with it. In my drunken logic, I felt this would be the best revenge possible. Matt is already embarrassed, and once I fucked a dog in front of all his friends he would never live it down.

The crowd wanted the dog to go next, but the guys in line protested. “Who the fuck did Dean Foster think he is? He’ll have to wait his turn just like the rest of us,” they protested.

Everybody laughed, including me. “Okay,” I yelled. “But hurry up… I want some dog cock!”

I said it to shock Scott, and it worked. His mouth gaped and he stood there like a statue. He would be the punch line of campus jokes from now on. I hated him, and as long as I destroyed him in the process I didn’t care what happened to me.

The next guy in line entered me from behind. I motioned the remaining frat boy over in front of me. I took his hard-on in my mouth. As the guy in back fucked my pussy, I sucked and stroked the cock of the boy in front. They came almost immediately.

With cum still running out of my mouth I looked up at Scott and made a kissing sound. He slowly started to back out of the room. Somebody yelled, “Hey, Scott, aren’t you going to kiss your girlfriend goodbye.”

I smiled to myself, he could forget about being elected student body president on this campus. Only Dean is left now. I might as well fuck the dog, I thought. I’ve got nothing left to lose. I felt like a bitch in heat taking on all comers, so it made sense to me that my grand finale should be a real dog. Besides, I wanted to shock the crowd. The reaction of the two girls who saw me getting gangbanged had turned me on. It turned me on to imagine their reaction if they came back while I’m fucking the frat house dog.

They led the dog over and let him smell my pussy. “Come on, boy,” I said.

The smell of sex so exciting, the hound and he started to hump my leg. I could see his cock coming out of its sheath. I know I should’ve been ashamed to do it, but at the time my thinking was that they were a bunch of pricks and he was just one more. Once I fucked him, they would realise that to me they were all no better than dogs. Two of the guys lifted Dean up and put him on my back. I could feel someone guiding his cock into my pussy already soaked with cum. As he started to fuck me, the crowd cheered, “Dean, Dean, Dean!”

The dog fucked so wildly that twice he came out of my pussy, but each time they put him back in. The second time it took several moments and I waggled my ass impatiently. That drew some applause from the crowd. Then he was back in again. After a final furious burst of humping I could feel him swell up even bigger. “He’s cumming!” One of the guys yelled.

I could feel big spurts shooting out of his shaft. I threw my head back and howled. He only stayed on my back a few minutes, and he got off me and turned around. We were ass-to-ass, his cock still stuck inside me. Flash bulbs went off from several different cameras. I looked over and Scott stood frozen in the doorway, his face ashen-grey.

“Send it in to the ‘Society Page’, boys” I whooped. “The future Mrs. Le Croix ‘putting on the dog’.”

The crowd laughed. Scott turned beet red. I yelled with another drunken whoop, “Maybe your parents won’t let you marry a dog fucker?”

At this Scott fled the room. I felt an adrenaline rush. “I want another cock in my mouth,” I yelled.

Nobody came forward. The sight of me on my hands and knees with a dog stuck in my pussy, calling for more cock had shocked even this crowd into silence. I taunted them, “You goddamn pansies… Can’t you get it up anymore? I should’a known… Dean’s the only good fuck I’ve had all night.”

Suddenly somebody yelled, “COPS,” and everybody ran out of the room.

The campus police came in and turned a flashlight on. What they saw is me, on my hands and knees with a dog cock stuck in my pussy. Two policemen came over and tried to get me free from the dog. I was so drunk I shouted, “Hey… You guys wait your turn. Dean’s not done yet.”

They looked at me like I’m crazy. Maybe I am crazy from too much booze and too much cock. One of them said, “Calm down, Miss.”

It took several minutes, but he finally got us apart. Once they did, they wrapped me in a blanket as I couldn’t find my clothes, and took me in a squad car down to the Rape Counselling Centre.

It turned out one of the girls had called the cops to report a rape.

When the woman rape counsellor came in she asked me if I had been forced. I had to tell her no. When she said, “But the dog…”

All I could do is say, “No.”

She looked at me like she couldn’t believe what she’s hearing. After I sobered up they let me go home, once they realised I wasn’t going to press any charges.

I left the University after that. I told my parents, it’s because I felt homesick. I’m not proud of what I did. In fact, I’m ashamed, but the funny thing is, now when I have sex if I have trouble cumming I imagine myself back in that room with the dog in my pussy and all those guys cheering. It gets me off every time.

The End.

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