Category: frat house

Party Fun

Well this is what I wanted. Emma thought to herself as she felt Buzz’s hand slide up under her top. It was the reason she had come to the party to get a fuck and specifically to fuck Buzz. It was the reason she’d put on the smallest tightest skirt she had and the little strapless top that showed off her navel. It was why she’d spent two hours on her long red hair getting it just right and working on her make up to accentuate her deep blue eyes and firm cheek bones. This was why she had decided not to wear a bra and to put on a small thong. She’d even fished out her one pair of high-heeled shoes so that her calf and thigh muscles would be made more visible to all.

Before she even arrived at the party she knew all her work had paid off. She had felt the eyes of the two guys walking past. Seen the look the taxi driver gave her as she got into his car. Then when she reached the party she had felt the eyes of every guy there look at her. Her skin virtually burned as they all undressed her with their eyes. And what was under the very small amount of clothing was worth undressing. She was above average height slim and beautiful. Her red hair was styled so a few strands hung down over her shoulder. The top was tight and she had left the top two buttons undone so her cleavage could be seen. Not that she was a big girl but they were big enough to be noticed and for her to show off. Her blue eyes shone out from a pretty face with a slim neck and soft shoulders. The skirt barely came down her firm shaped thighs and the shoes improved the definition of her calf muscles immensely. At 21 she was in her prime and knew it.

So it had been frustrating that Buzz had not yet noticed her. Three months, since the semester started at her university, she had been chasing him. Now with the summer holidays approaching fast she was running out of time. Oh not that she’d been with out sex, Emma knew she could get sex easily enough. But she wanted Buzz; wanted him badly. He was in the university rugby team and was a hunk in every way. The girls all wanted him and he knew it. But he was very picky often not going with any girl at the many parties he went to.

So much so that she’d nearly not gone to this party. But her friend had persuaded here. It was after the local derby with the cities other university team. If they won Buzz would be in a good mood. So she had turned up, and they had won so Buzz was in a great mood. Emma had moved towards him and to her total surprise he actually spoke to her first. He even had known who she was. They had started to chat, then to flirt as always happens once the alcohol started to flow. She could not remember how they got into the garden but some how they had. Then he kissed her, a hard kiss his lips pressed to hers. She felt his tongue pushing at her lips and willingly opened her mouth to it letting him wrap his tongue around hers.

He had pulled her tight against him; she could feel how strong he was. The muscles of his arms wrapped around her. His hands running down her back and over her stomach. Then they slid up towards her top lifting the hem and moving higher. She waited breathing hard knowing what his hands were about to find. They moved up over her breast and she heard his soft hiss of surprise. His fingers kneed the firm flesh of her breasts as he gave a soft whistle.

“Well, well Miss Delaney making it easy are you?” She gave a soft nervous giggle.

“Just couldn’t find a bra that went with the top.” She answered nonchalantly. He smiled and kissed her hard pushing his hands into her breasts harder. She felt the back fence behind her as he pushed her back against it. He lent down to kiss her neck, Emma hissed softly at the sensation. His one hand moved down her stomach towards her tiny skirt.

Saras First Frat Party

This was Sara’s first Frat Party and she was a little nervous. She had heard about how wild they sometimes got. She was alone and thought that if it got too out of hand, she could always leave and walk back to her apartment house. Her sister/roommate was on a date and probably was going to get fucked, so Sara was looking for a distraction. She really didn’t feel like sitting in her room alone.

When she arrived, she was greeted at once and shown downstairs to the “frat party room.” It was wall to wall people and the smoke almost gagged her. There was a pool table in the middle of the room covered with a sheet of plywood to make a table. Under it was a beer keg and what looked like a thousand beer glasses on the table, some full but mostly empty. Someone filled a glass for her and she settled back to watch.

Some couples were dancing to hard rock music so loud it hurt her ears. Others were trying to talk and needing to yell at the top of their lungs to be heard. Some were making out in the corners. She watched them and wondered how far they would go. Their hands were already roaming. She sipped on her beer and made small talk with a couple of girls nearby. She had to yell. She was not sure this was for her.

Soon, someone organized a drinking game involving whiskey and beer. Jugs were passed around and the game consisted of drinking as much as possible in as short a time as possible. She took part for a while and it was fun, until she felt a little woozy and dropped out.

In the corner watching her was a tall good looking guy. She noticed him and smiled and he came over and introduced himself. “Hi,” he said, “my name is Phil. You’re new here aren’t you? Freshman?” “Yeah,” she replied, “I’m Sara. There’s a first time for everything. I hope to have a good time.”

“Well, there is no way a hot girl like you could not have a good time here!” He said. She laughed and said, “Thanks, but as long as there are hot guys like you around, I’m sure I will enjoy myself.” She blushed and knew the drink was getting to her. He made a face and she playfully punched him. She was thinking that maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. She liked the way he laughed. She liked the way he looked at her.

“So, tell me Phil, what happens at these parties? I’ve heard they can get pretty wild?”

“They can get just as wild as you want them to, Sara, but now that I’ve adopted you, I will watch out for you.”

“Do you adopt freshman girls often?” She asked. “As often as I can, for sure. Where do you live?”

“My sister Patty and I just got an apartment over on sixth,” she replied. “Still learning my way around. Do you know her?”

“I don’t think so, but if she’s as sexy as you, maybe I should.” Sara laughed again and said, “Oh no you don’t mister. You’d like her, but I saw you first.”

“Ok with me, Sara.” This was sounding better all the time. “Hey, would you dance with me?” He took her hand and they fought their way through the crowd.

The music was louder than ever and even though it was a fast song, there was no chance of moving very fast. They more or less stayed close and their bodies touched as they danced. Sara was surprised that she felt aroused, but with this hunk rubbing against her, she couldn’t help it. She knew she was getting to him as well with her little tank top and short skirt barely hiding her tits and ass. A couple of times she thought she felt him getting hard. It pleased her. She could feel the drinks even more now. She pressed closer to Phil She was having fun! She was sorry when the music stopped.

Mamas Boy

For the past three years I have attended a small college in North Carolina.

After my second year I was recruited to join a frat house. Now up until then I had been living with my parents. And so for the first time ever I moved out of my parent’s home. However my mother constantly embarrassed me. Every day she would call the frat house to make sure I was all right. And at least once a week she would show up unannounced and drop off food or something silly like that.

After the first year the entire fraternity started calling me mama’s boy, instead of Brian, which is my name. I disliked this new nickname but I got used to it. But the thing that made me uncomfortable was the fact that whenever my mom came over several of the guys would hit on her. My mother is only 39, and for a 39-year-old she still has a body. She is about 5’6″ and weighs around 129 pounds. But the one thing that makes her especially sexy is her red hair. She has long red hair. Her hair is unbelievably sexy. My sister is just eighteen now and petite and cute, but not the sex bomb that my mom clearly is!

Well every time she came over there was some guy making small passes at her. Now one night while I was out on a date I got a call from some of the guys. They told me that my mother and my sister had stopped by at the frat house and mom wanted to make sure I was all right. I told them to tell her yes and then I hung up. About an hour later I had struck out with my date and was returning home. When I got to the frat house my mothers Mustang was still in front. “I can’t believe she waited for me, god damn.” Was all I could think.

I opened the door and went up to my room to change. When I was slipping into a pair of sweat pants I heard some cheering from down stairs. I went to the top of the stairway and looked into the living room. I saw three guys. Beck, my best friend, Jason, and Bill. I walked down stairs and peeked around the corner. Beck was sitting in the lounge chair and the other two were sitting on the sofa. Then I looked a little closer and saw, to my amazement, my mother dancing in the corner. This wasn’t friendly dancing this was “I’m going to fuck your brains out” dancing. I couldn’t see whom she was dancing with but she swaying her hips into his crotch and grabbing his ass. When she turned her back to me I saw it was Allen, AKA Skinny. We called him that because his last girl friends and him got into a fight and her told her fuck you. Now she then brought up the subject of how skinny his cock was. We took her word for it.

Allen was massaging my mother’s ass with both his hands. I was about two seconds from running out there and kicking their asses when Beck whistled.