How I [F]19 became a ‘frat rat’ – group sex at the frat party

Hello story-horny people of gonewildstories! I’m back with Part 2 of “How I became a ‘frat rat!’” This installment is spicier than the first part and it can also be digested without having read Part 1, which I know was a little long! Still, a link to that is here:

[Part 1 – Fingered by a Frat Guy](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ubkevs/how_i_f19_became_a_frat_rat_part_1_getting/)

Obligatory “this happened years ago, and I am no longer 19 even though I wish I was.” Anyways, with that, onwards to the story!

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My first college frat party and this is where I find myself: near to tears and alone. I think about Michael, the brother of my roommate, and how we had shared a moment of sexual intimacy I thought had meant something, only for him to go grope another random girl when he thought I wasn’t looking. I think of Veronica, my lovely roommate, who’s managed to do what I couldn’t: make friends and have a life outside of drinking shitty, cheap liquor. And then I think about myself, and I feel a swell of self-pity and self-loathing. I want to leave the party, but the door seems so far away. I want to cry, but there are too many people around. I want to scream, but then I’d just look like a lunatic.

I decide then, spying the dance section of the party on the opposite side of the room, that what I need is a good fucking mosh to fight off the sadness and get the pent-up frustration out of my system.

I put my cup of booze down on a table and make my way over to the people dancing, pushing my way in until I find a nice little spot for myself. Starting to move to the rhythm of the music, I sway my hips and lift my hands above my head. Yet before I can get too far into my groove, I feel something brush up behind me. I turn my head lazily as I dance and see that some guy in a green gingham tee has come up behind me and is dancing uncomfortably close. Whatever, I think, it’s a frat party and there’s nowhere else for him to dance. But even as I think this, he moves closer, starting to dance up on me, grinding into me and messing up my tempo.

I whip around, prepared to give him a piece of my mind when he looks down at me and smiles, and I find my words caught in my throat. The boy’s handsome, looming over me at six feet tall. He’s got a square jaw, clean shaven, and calming blue eyes underneath a messy tousle of brown hair.

“Hey there,” he yells, still smiling, still dancing into me. I’m acutely aware that he’s got a boner as I look him up and down, trying to fight off the bad part of my brain that’s telling me naughty things. And then I feel someone else come up behind me, and I look around to find that another guy, slightly overweight but devilishly handsome, has entered the situation. I dance awkwardly, sandwiched between the two guys as I bring my arms down.

“Hey— hey!” I say, quietly first and then louder. My emotions are in shambles. One minute I’m lonely and the next I’ve got two guys dancing up on me, showing more than a passing interest in me. As I stand there, moving to the beat, there’s something in my head that snaps, and suddenly I don’t feel so alone. It’s as if these guys, who are probably interested in laying me, are the answer to the problem of my lack of friends. Realistically, they’re not, but at that age I had a hard time separating sex from companionship. I was naïve.

I grin up at gingham guy and grab one of his hands, placing it on my right hip, and then I reach around behind me, brushing against the overweight frat guy’s crotch, and grab his hand, placing it on my left hip. I wiggle under their touch, and I see gingham guy look at the boy behind me and mouth something before turning his attention back down to me. I meet his gaze and give a diabolical smile. “Fucking great party, right?” I shout. “A little loud though. Wish there was someplace a little quieter to get away to!”

The guy behind me leans down and breathes into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “There’s always upstairs, you know. If you want to hang out with us.”

“Hell yeah,” I shout, trying to be cool as I feel the alcohol working its magic on my libido again. The guy behind me puts a hand on my shoulder and starts to guide me through the crowd as I shout to gingham shirt guy, “Bring some booze, cool?”

He gives me a thumbs up as the overweight frat boy leads me to the stairs, his other hand still on my waist. I climb up the steps, stopping only briefly to give a onceover of the party downstairs, and my eyes fall on Veronica, who doesn’t see me. I shrug and let myself be led the rest of the way up to the second floor. We walk down the hallway until we come to what I can only assume is this guy’s bedroom and we go in. I break away from his grasp and walk into what can only be described as the quintessential ‘frat guy’ room. There are clothes scattered everywhere and posters up on the wall of girls in their underwear.

I go over to one of the posters and run my hand along one girl who’s on her knees, posing, as the overweight frat guy closes the door. “Sexy. I like it. Do you want me to pose like that for you?” I tease, turning around and sticking out my tongue.

“I— I mean if you’re down for that shit, sure,” he says, grinning.

“How about a name first?” I laugh, reaching for the bottom of my shirt and starting to pull it up.

“Nick,” says the guy, watching as I expose my black bra and pull the shirt over my head, readjusting my hair and letting the garment fall to the floor. I grin at him.

“Nick. I’m Chloe, but you probably don’t care about my name,” I say taking my covered breasts in my hands and fondling them. Nick’s looking at me in shock. The good kind of shock. A feeling that might be embarrassment washes over me, but it’s quickly replaced by the dopamine rush of being wanted. Because right now, Nick wants me.

“No… no! I care about your name, Chloe. I, um, yeah,” he stammers and scratches his chin as I drop my hands from my chest and put my thumbs in my shorts, moving my hips in small circles. I see the bulge in his pants start to twitch as I move, and I can’t help but laugh before I turn around, undoing my short shorts and slowly pulling them down my ass, bending over to reveal my black panties. As the denim falls to the ground at my feet, I shake my ass cheeks for him, slapping myself once. With the door closed, the music is quieter, and the sound of skin on skin radiates throughout the room.

I spin back around and see that Nick hasn’t moved from the spot, as if I’m a wild animal he can’t get too close to. I bare my teeth at him and tease, “I don’t bite, Nick,” before walking over to the lefthand side of his bed, set in the center of the room, and hopping up on the mattress. I kneel on the bed and look back at the poster to see how the girl is positioned. She’s got a hand in her hair and another resting on her hip. I mirror her and whip my head back to look at Nick, who’s letting a smile grow on his face.

“Shit, Chloe,” he breathes, walking towards the bed. I expect him to reach out and touch me—I’m practically begging for it—but he hesitates and just stands there awkwardly.

“Niiiiick,” I say seductively. “Come on sweetie, I didn’t think frat boys were this timid with girls in their beds.” I giggle and he shakes his head, seeming to break out of whatever trance he was in.

He takes another step forward as the door bursts open and the noise of the party enters the room. Gingham guy walks in and elbows the door closed, two bottles of vodka in his hands, but he stops when he sees me posing on the bed.

“Fucking shit, Nick. Who the fuck did we find down there?”

“You found Chloe,” I say, climbing down from the bed and walking over to the bottle of vodka in his right hand, grabbing it and popping the seal. I twist the cap off and take a long, hard drink, letting out an audible “oof” as the vodka burns at my throat. Smirnoff. Still cheap. I shrug and walk back over to the bed, taking another gulp before setting the bottle on the floor and sitting on the edge of the mattress, kicking my legs back and forth. “I’ve met Nick,” I say, thrusting a thumb towards him, “but I don’t know you.”

“Patrick,” says gingham guy, unbuttoning his shirt and giving me a ravenous look. His shirt falls to the ground like mine, and I can see he’s got abs to spare—strong muscles in his arms and chest.

“Patrick and Nick,” I say, scootching back on the bed. “Guys got condoms?” Patrick looks to Nick who hurries over to his dresser opposite the bed and pulls out a box of trojans, breaking off a segment and tossing them onto the bed. “Cool, cool, now we can have fun,” I smile.

Patrick finishes getting undressed, but Nick is a little shyer disrobing. Eventually, however, they both get naked, and Nick sits on the bed while Patrick pushes me back down on the mattress, kneeling next to my head and putting his cock in my face. He slaps my lips with his member, seven or so inches long, I stick out my tongue as he thrusts back and forth over my head, me lapping at him.

It’s not a couple of seconds before he decides he’s had enough foreplay, turning my head to the side. Patrick shoves his dick in my mouth, pushing in as deep as he can before I start gagging, and then he starts thrusting again, his hands resting on the mattress on the opposite side of me.

I start making extremely unladylike sounds as Patrick facefucks me, going so hard that I have to grip the cover of the bed and hold on. Nick starts touching me then. He’s at the end of the bed, and a probing hand starts to rub my leg. The sensation of having two guys touching me at once hits all the right places in my mind. This is the first time I’ve been with more than one guy, and I’m fucking stoked. Nervous, but stoked.

“Come on man, take her fucking panties off and let me see that pussy,” says Patrick, looking over at his frat brother. Nick obliges and climbs forward until he can reach my underwear, gently taking them by the sides and pulling them slowly down my legs. I lift my ass to make it easier for him before falling back down to the bed, too focused on the cock that’s choking me to really care what’s going on down there.

“You’re going pretty hard on her, man,” says Nick. “Maybe you should lighten up a bit.” Aw, I think, he’s worried about me.

Patrick makes a noise that indicates annoyance, but pulls his dick out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for air. My eyeliner is running, and I can see that there are red marks on Patrick’s cock from my lipstick smearing.

“Look, she’s fine, see? She’s not a fucking delicate little flower. Isn’t that right, sweetheart,” he says to me before slapping my cheek and grabbing my jaw.

“That’s right, sir,” I say, breathing hard, to which he smiles and pushes his cock back in.

“She’s a fucking slut who’s hungry for cock. Treat her like one.”

Nick nods and climbs up over me as Patrick starts going again. Nick’s stomach presses up against mine as his cock, about four and a half inches, pushes into me, and I moan through the facefuck. He starts thrusting into my pussy, slowly like he’s unsure if he’s going to hurt me, break me, but eventually he gets into a rhythm. I lift a hand up and he takes it, mixing his fingers with mine. His loving touch is euphoric. Though I enjoy some good dirty talk, I’m a sucker with a praise kink, so I melt into the bed as Nick says, “Oh god, your pussy feels so good, Chloe.”

It’s not long before Nick starts grunting and cums into his condom, and I can feel the sweat he’s worked up dripping onto my skin as he pants, resting over me before pulling out. He strokes his cock some more to get the last few drops of cum before taking off the condom and tying it off.

“Put it on her,” says Patrick cheekily. “That way when we’re done with her we can count how many loads she took up her cunt.” Nick tosses the condom and I feel it fall on my stomach.

Suddenly and without warning, the door to the room bursts open, and I open my teary eyes to try and look through Patrick’s legs to see who’s barged in. It’s hard to hear over the sounds of Patrick in my mouth and the music, but as the door closes, I hear two people snickering and I see legs walking over towards the bed. One intruder drops his pants and underwear immediately, while the other approaches the mattress and drops a hand onto my pussy, slipping a finger in. I startle and kick my legs slightly as Nick gets off the bed.

“T— took you long enough,” says Patrick, annoyed but stuttering. He’s getting close to cumming.

“Shithead over here couldn’t find me. Who’s the meat?” says the pantsless guy, and I can see he’s stroking his cock.

“Chloe,” says Nick, walking around the bed and folding his arms. “She’s nice, don’t be a dick to her.”

“Oh, I’ll be a dick to her,” says the guy with no pants. “In fact, I’ll be dicking her here in a minute.”

The guy with a finger in my pussy stops and looks at me. “Wait, Chloe?” he says. My eyes search for a face. To my surprise I see Scott, the frat guy I met downstairs before I saw Mikey kissing his slut, is there, his index finger dripping from fingering me.

“Could you guys shut the fuck up, I’m going to fucking… ugh!” says Patrick, thrusting hard into my mouth and bursting down my throat. I try to swallow through his cock and manage to keep up as his cum keeps coming out. When he’s dry, Patrick pulls back and climbs off the bed, leaving me looking like a complete mess from the neck up.

I cough and turn my head back so I’m looking up at the ceiling before giving a weak, “Hey Scott, long time no see.”

“Dude, you know this girl?” says pantsless guy. Patrick goes over to a chair in the corner of the room and flops down into it, throwing a hand through his hair and sighing.

“Yeah. We met at the party. She’s one of Mikey’s friends, Rob,” says Scott, taking a step towards my head and brushing a piece of sweaty hair out of my face.

Pantsless guy, who I now know is named Rob, laughs. “Has Mikey fucked her yet?”

Scott opens his mouth to speak for me, but I’m tired of being treated like I don’t exist, and I let out a terse, “No,” before turning on my side and letting the used condom fall from my stomach and onto the bed. I lift a hand towards Rob. “Let me stroke you,” I say, and Rob moves over to the side of the bed. I spit on my palm and start rubbing his cock, a solid six inches.

“Fuck,” he moans, putting his hands on his hips. Scott watches me for a second as I stroke his friend’s cock, and I turn my head to meet his gaze. He looks like he can’t decide what his next steps should be. He bites his lip as I stick my tongue out at him and grin. I know internally he’s struggling with the thought of fucking his frat brother’s friend. Look at the moral compass on this guy.

“Come on,” I say, vigorously pumping Rob’s cock, lifting my right leg and showing Scott my pussy. “I know you want to fuck me, Scott. You couldn’t stop touching me when you came in.”

“I— I don’t know guys. Mikey would be pissed off if he knew we were up here doing this.”

I glare daggers at him, and my lips turn down. “Stop talking like I’m not here. I can make my own decisions. Fuck Mikey,” I say.

“Yeah, quit being a pussy,” says Patrick, leaning forward, his cock starting to get hard again. “The girl wants dick. She’s begging for it. Fuck Mikey if he has a problem with that.” Then he looks at me and gives a sinful smile. “Bet Mikey didn’t know he had a dirty little slut on his hands.”

I shrug my right shoulder as Rob shudders. I lean forward and tease the head of his cock with my tongue, sending more shivers throughout his body.

Out of the corner of my eye I see that Scott has finally gotten over his reservations and is working on getting his pants off.

“Screw it,” he says. “Not like I’m going to just stand here like a freak and watch you guys get off.”

Rob moans and puts a hand on my cheek, and I can tell he’s about to cum. I open my mouth, pointing his cock at my tongue as I continue to stroke and staring up at him as he closes his eyes and his breathing shallows. Cum starts spraying into my mouth almost immediately, hitting my tongue and
filling my cheeks. I remember it tasting not half bad, at least compared to some of the cum I’ve tasted before, and I continue stroking him eagerly. When I’ve pumped the last of his cum out, he staggers backwards, stepping on his shirt and nearly tripping. I stick out my tongue, wet with his cum, before
swallowing and giggling.

“God damn,” says Rob as Scott, who’s finally disrobed, slaps my ass.

“You are a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you, Chloe?” Scott says, a twinge of something, maybe frustration, in his voice. Grabbing my hips and pushing me further onto the bed, he picks up one of the condoms and tears it open, slipping it onto his hard cock. He manipulates my body, turning me onto my hands and knees, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself behind me. “Well, I know what to do with dirty fucking girls.”

After slapping his dick on my ass a few times—do guys do that for dominance?—he drives into my pussy and I gasp as he starts pushing into me from behind, gripping my ass and pulling me towards him as he thrusts.

I’m on my hands and knees, but my head falls and I start breathing hard as we get into a steady grind. Meanwhile, Patrick is back up off the chair, his refractory period come and gone, and he climbs up near the head of the bed, presenting his penis to my face once more. I look up at him and cock an eyebrow.

“You’re— you’re kind of obsessed with my face, aren’t you?” I stammer out as Patrick grins.

“It’s a pretty little face, I’ll admit that.” And at his words my cheeks go red. I think to myself, not realizing how fucked up this all is, that this is what I’ve been craving. The praise in his voice makes my
already quick-beating heart patter incessantly. He wants me, I think. I’m wanted. I open my mouth and take him in once more without another second’s hesitation as Nick sidles up beside the bed, his cock hard again too. I reach out a hand, balancing myself on one elbow, and start stroking him.

It’s a hard thing to describe, having three men’s cocks at your mercy. Some people might think it degrading, but there’s a strange sense of power you hold, knowing that you’re the object of their attention and affection in that moment. Knowing you’re the one who’s going to make them cum. To make them feel good. The one they’re going to think about that night before they go to bed, smiling as they fall asleep.

After what Mikey did to me—playing with me, my emotions, and my pussy, and then shoving his tongue down another girl’s throat—the feeling coursing through my body was a welcome, thrilling thing. Let Mikey have had a taste of me and thrown it away. Let him have had me as an appetizer. Nick,
Patrick, Rob, and Scott weren’t going to settle for appetizers. They were after the main course, and I was ready to be served.

Scott digs his fingers into my ass as he thrusts harder and faster, grunting my name as he fucks my pussy. At some point, though I’m preoccupied with the cock in my face and the other in my hand, I become acutely aware that he’s toying with my little asshole, and I have to take a second to compose myself when he sticks his thumb in, using it to grip me and pull me onto his cock. I shiver and nearly lose my balance as his finger wiggles inside my ass and his cock’s hitting my pussy in all the right places.

“Damn man, I’m taking her tight ass next,” says Rob, who’s stroking his cock again.

“Be my guest,” says Scott, hammering away at me now. “I’m about to— shit!” I feel as Scott’s cock throbs inside of me, and I have to divert my attention away from Patrick and Nick’s cocks as Scott erupts, the condom the only thing keeping me from getting a pussy full of his thick cum. Part of me wishes that we weren’t using condoms as I feel him release, but better safe than sorry.

At nearly the same time, Nick shudders and his cock starts to erupt, cum launching over onto me and his bed. I feel the sticky wetness strike my skin and I work the shaft of his cock until the last drops of cum have fallen out. When he’s satisfied, sighing, Nick backs off and frees my hand, which I use to prop myself up properly on the bed so I can suck Patrick’s cock properly.

Scott pulls out of me and ties off his condom, throwing it onto the bed with the other used one. I hear the sound of more plastic tearing behind me, and I know that Rob is going to make good on his word to fuck me in the ass as I feel his weight push the bed down. There’s pressure at my backdoor as he presses the tip of his cock against my asshole. I’m not a newcomer when it comes to anal, so I try to relax, but before I can, Patrick pulls out of my mouth and says, “Wait, wait, let’s fuck her at the same time. Give her something to remember.” I giggle as the words leave Patrick’s lips.

“I think I’ll remember this for a long time,” I tease.

“Damn right you will, bitch,” says Patrick, slapping me. “You’ll never forget the feel of my cock.” He’s rough and degrading, but I can handle it. I even kind of like it.

Before I know it, I’m being twisted and turned all over the place like a ragdoll as the boys settle in, but I just relax and let it happen. Soon enough, I’m sandwiched between Patrick and Rob. Patrick is lying on the bed underneath me, a condom adorning his cock, his hand guiding it to my pussy. All my weight is on Patrick, but I’m a small girl, so he can take it. Rob is on his knees behind me, once again pressing against my ass.

And then, in a moment of perfect bliss, the two of them start fucking me together. I holler out in a mix of ecstasy and pain as Rob’s cock pushes past my sphincter and Patrick thrusts up into my cunt. A three-way like this is nothing like in porn, and it goes a lot slower and more awkward than you’d imagine, but that doesn’t stop it from feeling like heaven. I try to stay relaxed so the cock in my ass doesn’t hurt as Rob grabs my hips and fucks me. I think he’s trying to be gentle, but it’s hard to tell. Patrick has his hands on my breasts now and is kneading them harshly, twisting my nipples and squeezing tight.

I look over and Nick’s standing awkwardly while Scott watches me get fucked, a mean glint in his eye. I wink at the two of them and start rocking back and forth as much as I can, eager to have both cocks deep inside of me. Their dicks as well as their hands make me feel like I’m in some sort of paradise of men, and I can’t help but shiver and moan, squeezing my eyes shut as the two find a rhythm that works for them both.

“God damnit. Fuck me harder.” I mutter as Rob slaps my ass.

Patrick thrusts up into me and laughs as he releases one of my tits and grabs my face. “I think she’s cock-drunk, dude,” he says, baring his teeth at me. “Tell me little girl, who are you going to come to next time you need a proper dicking?”

“You sir,” I say through lips that are being pressed together under the force of his grip.

“And the next time you touch your dirty little cunt, who are you going to be thinking about?”

“You sir.”

Scott laughs from the corner of the room. “You’ve got her wrapped around your finger, man.”

Patrick lets go of my face and puts his hand around my throat, squeezing tight and making me gasp a little. “What can I say, sluts love me.”

Rob makes a noise from behind me as he grips my behind hard and digs his fingernails in. “I’m going to cum in your ass, Chloe. Fuck,” he breathes heavily as he thrusts into me hard. I feel his cock spasm and the condom starts to fill with cum as he bursts inside of me. Gently—as gently as he can be cock-deep in my ass—he leans down and kisses the side of my face as he finishes cumming, and I feel the heat rising once more to my cheeks as he whispers, “That’s a good girl.”

Patrick is still choking me, and his grip tightens as Rob pulls out of my asshole and ties off his condom, tossing it onto Nick’s bed. He then proceeds to go over to chat with his friends, laughing and talking low so I can’t hear. They act as though nothing’s happening, meanwhile I’m still getting railed on the bed.

Patrick pulls me in close and whispers, “Now it’s just you and me, cunt,” before slapping the skin of my asscheek and taking a fistful of me as he’s now free to go full speed. “Don’t think I’m going to go easy on you, and don’t think you’re just going to starfish your way through this.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I say as I smile to show him I’m up for anything. I just had two cocks inside of me after all, and I feel like I could dominate the world.

I have more control over my hands and legs now that Rob’s out of my ass, and I lean backwards and start to bounce as Patrick grips my hips, pulling me down forcefully onto his cock. I take a hand and run it through my hair, which has become a wild, tangled red mess of locks, and I muss it up some more as our fucking starts to sync up. Sex can be messy, and messy is fun, but there’s also that amazing moment when you click with somebody sexually. And even though Patrick seemed to be a little bit of a dick, something carnal inside both of us clicks as we hump away at one another there on Nick’s bed.

I lean forward and slam my hands down on either side of his head as I work my hips up and down, trying to aim for his mouth and steal from him a kiss. I’m not sure why I want to kiss him, but the sex is so good that I’m loopy and cock-drunk like he said, and he lets me meet his lips before biting my bottom one.

In an instant, our lips detach and he rolls me over and underneath him on the bed so that he’s commanding the situation. As I lie there prone, getting the cum that’s on my back all over the sheets, Patrick gets up to his knees and pushes my legs up, presenting my pussy and giving him access to fuck me deeper than before, and he mercilessly pushes the full length of his cock into me, eliciting a long gasp from my throat which he grabs again. This causes his frat brothers to start making comments from the edge of the room.

“Fuck her good, man!”

“Show that pussy who’s boss!”

He grins a devil’s grin at me and slowly pumps me a few times, the length of his shaft passing in and out of my pussy and causing me to shiver. But finally, after a few more strokes, he must feel as though he and I have both had enough of the slow shit, because he grips the inside of my knee and leans forward, putting weight on me and straining my legs. His hips pick up their momentum and he drives into me harder and faster.

I wish there were more ways to describe good, fast-paced sex, but sometimes it’s difficult. Talk about it one way and it sounds like someone’s just jackhammering away at your pussy, which isn’t always super enjoyable. What Patrick was doing was something far better. Though he had the speed going to make my tits bounce, he was hitting me in just the right spots to make every thrust, every insertion of his cock, feel like a thousand bombs going off inside of me.

All of a sudden, I find myself craving booze, so I make a grabbing motion for the bottle of alcohol at the side of the bed, straining my head. Patrick looks at the bottle and lets out a cackle.

“Fucking you so good you need a drink?” he teases, his eyebrows turned down making him look perpetually angry.

“Fuck yeah,” I say, and then I look to Scott and work him over with my eyes, silently saying, “Hand me that bottle of vodka and I’ll let you do anything to me.” He chuckles and shakes his head before slowly walking over, his cock getting harder as he approaches the scene and picks up the bottle. Opening the bottle, he puts a hand sweetly under my head and tips the booze down my throat as I chug as much as I can down. After a few seconds he pulls it away from me and takes a drag himself. He then looks at me, my breasts bouncing vigorously, and he tips the bottle over onto my chest, letting the cheap alcohol flow over my tits and bathing me in vodka.

“Aw, my bed!” shouts Nick, but Rob quiets him down as I laugh and grab Patrick’s arms to steady myself. I know I’ll be a wet, sticky mess when this is all said and done, but I know that the frat house has a shower. And besides, a little mess never killed anyone.

My thoughts stray down to the party that’s happening a floor below us and to Veronica, and I wonder what she would think of me being doused in alcohol while my brains are being fucked out. Nothing good, probably. I tense up at the thought of her and the rest of the party finding out, and my pussy clamps down harder around Patrick’s cock. I’m getting super close to cumming and I start moaning louder.

And then, before I can even comprehend all the thoughts and feelings swirling through my head, I’m spasming underneath Patrick, tossing my head from side to side and trying not to scream. Patrick sees my distress, feels me cumming, and tightens his grip around my neck, trying to hold me in place.

“Come on, let it all out. Tell the world how good my cock is,” he spits with vitriol, and I can’t tell in the moment if he loves me or hates me. But either way, I do what he says.

“Fuck, I love your cock!” I scream, reaching one hand down and digging my fingers into his flesh while tightening up the wet bedsheets under me in a closed fist. I heave up and down, trying to get more of him inside of me, deeper, harder, and the tingling sensation passes through my extremities in violent, heavy waves.

The feeling slowly passes, though my body’s still on high alert for orgasms as Patrick keeps going. He’s been a trooper, fucking me for this long without cumming, and I can see the sweat that’s pouring off him is an indication that he’s getting tired, and that he’s getting close.

“Come on,” I say, rocking my head in time with his fucking. “Cum for me.”

He looks down at me, hard and stone-faced, thinking, before the words come out of his mouth. “Tell me you wish there was no condom,” he says plainly, and I think for a moment that it’s a strange request to make. But hey, who am I to kinkshame?

“I wish you didn’t have a condom on,” I say. “I wish you were about to burst free inside of me.”

He leans down and uncharacteristically kisses me amiably, and I feel his sweaty body mesh up against the wet and alcoholic surface of mine. Then he breathes onto me, whispering, “Tell me you want me to get you pregnant.” Oh man, I think. This boy has a very specific, very hot kink.

“I want you to get me pregnant,” I say quietly as the other guys are talking amongst themselves, the three of them back in pants and some in shirts.

“Fuck the other guys. I’m giving you what you deserve,” he says, his hips moving faster. “Say it.”

“Fuck the other guys, you’re giving me what I deserve. What I need. Get me pregnant,” I tease, knowing full well that I’m on birth control and there’s a condom in between our bodies. But this seems to do the trick as Patrick slams down hard against my pussy, his left hand searching for the right position as he grabs my face, my breast, and then the side of my hip, and he shudders. I feel his cock spasming inside of me, letting off a torrent of cum into his condom, and he gingerly moves a few times to pump more of it out. In the end he’s panting, and so am I. He leans down and takes me in a deep, sweaty, memorable kiss during which he shoves his tongue down my throat.

“And don’t you forget it,” he whispers to me as he pulls away, the angry look back on his face. I kind of like it at this point. There’s something menacing about it, like I can’t tell if he’s going to caress my cheek or slap it at any given moment. He pulls out of me and ties off a condom with a particularly large load in it before throwing the thing, covered in my juices, at my face, making me laugh.

“You’re a dick,” I giggle.

“Wait there,” he responds as he climbs off the bed and goes over to Nick, appealing for something I can’t make out. Nick goes to the dresser and hands Patrick something, and the guy nods before coming back over to me. He’s got a sharpie in his hand, and he climbs back on the bed as he pulls the cap off with his teeth before putting the marker down on my stomach and tickling me as he writes something. When he finishes and pulls away, I see that there’s a phone number written across my abdomen. His number, I assume, and he grins at me as though he’s just marked his property.

“Don’t lose it, and don’t ghost me,” he says, a hint of danger in his voice. He leans down again and whispers in my ear. “I own you now, bitch, understand?”

I nod and try to suppress a smile. In its own fucked up way, Patrick marking me and saying that he owns me turns me on and makes me feel wanted. Even if he’s a dick, and potentially an abusive dick at that, it doesn’t take away from the fact that, in that moment, I feel like I’m his, and I feel like I have a purpose.

I shower for a long time upstairs, cleaning the cum and alcohol and sweat off myself and basking under the hot water. I throw my clothes back on after drying off and head back to the room where I was gangbanged, trying to ignore the music loudly playing downstairs and the discomfort of the party. I knock on the door but realize that, if anyone’s in there they probably can’t hear me, so I let myself in. Nick’s there, in the process of pulling off his bedsheets by himself, looking a little miserable. I close the door and he regards me nervously.

“Hey,” I say, showing a hand and waving.

“Hey, Chloe,” he responds. I walk over to him and lean up to kiss him on the cheek, which he blushes at. I grab one end of the bedsheet that he’s taking off and help him bunch it up and throw it in the laundry hamper.

“You were great tonight,” I say to him as he grabs new sheets from his dresser and hands one end to me. We start making his bed up slowly as he processes what I’ve just said.

“T— thanks,” he stammers out. “I’m not, um… not really great with girls, so it actually means a lot for you to say that.” I smile at him and walk around the bed so I can run a hand down his arm.

“Well, I think you were wonderful, and any girl would be lucky to have you. Not only was the sex great, but you looked out for me when you were worried things were getting too heavy, and I want you to know I appreciate that.” I pull out my phone, which I’ve already put Patrick’s number in, and I say, “How about we exchange numbers? I wouldn’t mind calling you up again.”

Nick smiles and goes to grab his phone from the bedstand, giving me his number as I give him mine.

With his bed made, we leave things there and I go back downstairs to find Veronica. I wrap her in a big hug, and she eyes me suspiciously.

“Why do you smell like someone else’s body wash?” she yells over the noise. I just laugh and shake my head.

“It’s nothing. Now come on, let’s go and dance a little, okay?”

I walk over to the dance floor, unsure what the future will hold, but eager when I think that I have friends at the frat house who I can call on when I need to feel something other than lonely. Maybe they’re not real friends. Probably they’re just after me for sex, but that doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that for the first time in a very long time, I feel wanted.

And it feels fucking great.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uv0u17/how_i_f19_became_a_frat_rat_group_sex_at_the_frat