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Subject: {ASSM} FRAT HOUSE SLUT by Anjing (Gangbang, Beast)
Date: Tue, 16 May 2000 04:10:05 -0400
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FRAT HOUSE SLUT
I was a freshman on campus, living away from home for the first time. Scott
LeCroix 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 was 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 was crushed. I went from feeling like the Homecoming Queen to feeling like
the least desirable girl on campus. To compensate I went out with every boy
my friends could fix me up with and slept with a lot of them. 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 tequilla. 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 said "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 was 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", I thought, "maybe this time he'll last longer." As
we started touching each other, I suddenly became confused. His cock had been
uncircumscised - now it had a foreskin. "You're not Larry" I said" "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... but then it occurred to me, "Hell, I
didn't really know Larry either."
At this point I was drunk and horny and naked. I had been looking 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, then 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 realized what was happening. The word was going around that a drunk
chick was putting out upstairs. I looked around the room and realized that it
wasn't Larry's room at all - it was completely bare except for the mattress -
it was a 'fuck room'. Other girls had probably been gangbanged in here at
previous parties. Tonight they figured I was going to be the "party pussy."
At first I was indignant -- then 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 reached orgasm from sexual intercourse alone. But as the third
guy finished I was close to coming - then as the fourth guy slid his prick
into me - I had an orgasm. After that, coming was easier and easier -
practically with each new guy . 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, the sounds the men made as they climaxed - all of it was driving
me into a sort of sexual trance.
My mind strayed back to Scott. If he thought I was too tacky for him, I would
show him that he didn't know how right he was. I began to wish that Scott
would get in line to take his turn. Maybe, in the dark, he wouldn't notice it
was 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 was like -- a game - and my
pussy was the goal line - and everybody scored. All attention was 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 both screamed in unison "Oh my God!" and ran out of the room. It
gave me a rush.
Some guys used rubbers ... then dropped them on the floor afterwards. As one
guy came forward he slipped on the pile of wet condoms and fell on his ass. -
the crowd - which up until this point had been quiet - roared with laughter.
It changed the whole atmosphere of the room. Before it had been almost solemn
- now it started to take on a carnival atmosphere.
In between guys I would take another shot of booze. I was 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. "What do you think you're doing?" he yelled. "Put your clothes on,
right now!"
"Whassa matter, honey?" I slurred, "Don't want yer friends to know what a slut
you went out with? - bad for your reputation, huh?"
He just stared at me, dumbfounded.
By now at least twelve guys had fucked me and I was 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 - Dean 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,
too. "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. was the Frat house mascot. As a joke, they had named
him Dean Foster after the Dean of the university .
All of a sudden Matt was kneeling next to me. "Don't do this" he whispered.
I turned to look into his eyes, anxious to see some sign that he still cared.
Then he continued "Don't embarrass me like this."
That did it. I was 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 though with it. In
my drunken logic I felt that this would be the best revenge possible. Matt was
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 was. He should have to wait his turn just like
they had.' 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 dropped open 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
both came almost immediately.
With the 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.
The line was gone now and only Dean was left. "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 was 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 was exciting the hound and he started to hump my leg I could
see his cock coming out of its sheath. I know I should have 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 realize that to me they were all
no better than dogs to me - two-legged or four-legged.
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!" He was fucking 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 coming"
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 then he got off me and turned
around. We were ass to ass. But his cock was stuck inside of me. Flash bulbs
went off from several different cameras. I looked over and Scott was still
standing frozen in the doorway.
"Send it in to the Society Page" I whooped - "the future Mrs. LeCroix 'putting
on the dog". The crowd laughed. Scott looked like he was going to be sick. I
yelled with a drunken whoop "Or won't your parents let you marry a dogfucker?"
.At this Scott fled the room.
I felt an adrenalin rush. "I want a 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 was just 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 was crazy. Maybe I was...crazy from too much booze
and too much cock,
"Calm down, Miss" one of them said. It took several minutes but he finally
got us apart.
Once they did they wrapped me in a blanket - I couldn't find my clothes - and
took me in a squad car down to the Rape Counseling Center.
It turned out one of the girls had called the cops to report a rape.
When the lady rape counselor 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 was repeat "no".
She looked at me like she couldn't believe what she was hearing. After I
sobered up they let me go home, once they realized I wasn't going to press
charges.
I left the University after that. I told my parents it was because I was
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 coming - 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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