Julie here! Before we start, a little of what I look like: I’m 5’6, 140ish depending on the day, with long black hair and brown eyes. I wear a 34C and have an athletic build (perks of D1 Soccer). My butt looks great in a bikini and my only major body image issue is I generally have more of a cuddly tummy than toned abs.
So my story happened my sophomore year at a small military college. Right next door is a private college with a heavily wealthy student body with a huge Greek life scene. One of my guy friends from HS, Chris, attended and got me into a lot of functions at his Frat’s house after we broke out at the end of freshmen training and got a little more freedom in our lives.
Right around late September, Chris approached me with probably the wildest idea I’d ever heard, and still can’t believe it was a thing even today. “Julie, we’re thinking of doing your school vs my school, see who’s better in bed”…excuse me what? Chris went on to explain that his small frat wanted to have a competition between a girl from my school vs a girl from his school sex competition and oh btw, the girl from my school would be me. Nope, no way, yall are dumb….but we’ll make it worth your while. Maybe. Y’all are in fact loaded frat boys with daddy’s wallet. Maybe.
Chris and I talked for ages about how it would go down and I met the other girl they were planning to have “compete” with me. Long story short, everyone’s phones would get collected at the door, she and I would go upstairs, get a room to ourselves with one of the brothers outside incase things got out of hand, and then guys from the frat could come up and pick a room to go to and at the end of the night, whoever had had more visitors would win and get a little extra reward. I hesitantly agreed after learning what they were offering and thinking what’s one night of throwing out the rules? Over the house, I took a few “seductive” pictures in my school uniform, white shirt unbuttoned with a black bra making an appearance, and a shot with my matching white pants unzipped and riding low on my hips with a black athletic thong keeping me modest.
The night of the party arrived, i signed out on a weekend and booked it across town. I got there around 6, grabbed a few drinks to take up to my room and met up with my friend from the frat that would be my doorman, Chris. He was super cordial and I told him if he was interested, I could take care of him a different night if tonight went smooth. He said he didn’t want to wait for another night and would see when I decided to close it down for the night. Fair play Chris, fair play.
The other girlthat agreed to this was getting there about the same time and we were both kinda nervous making small talk I’m the landing. We eventually went inside our respective rooms and started to get ready for the night.
I settled into my pretty plain bedroom for the night, just a bed, nightstand with a lamp that set the mood, and a TV on a dresser that thankfully Chris had left a stack of towels on because tonight would probably be…messy. I put my overnight bag in the corner, pulled out a few boxes of condoms that I’d brought, along with 2 bottles of lube, my go to silver vibe, and slipped out of my school uniform, opting for a bathrobe to preserve my modesty between guys.That’s when the reality set in that this was really going to happen. I’m naked except for my robe, stack of condoms on the dresser, lube and a vibe ready, and pictures of me pinned to the door outside. With a deep breath and a mental pep talk telling myself this would be worth it and opened the door, telling Chris that I was ready whenever.
I could hear the party starting to get going downstairs and shortly after, someone yelling on a mic that “the girls are ready, so nows your chance, no judgement here on which school you pick, go get laid!”…..super cringe…that’s me and the other girl he’s talking about…deep breath, it’s worth it I told myself. Chris handed me a sharpie and told me to make sure guys autographed me somewhere so the house would know that I’d been a hit. He hinted that the girl with the most autographs would “win a prize”. Another degrading thing but another deep breath and I went to my room and climbed into my bed to wait.
A few minutes later, a knock on my door and a guy I’d never seen around before is in the doorway. Chris reminds me that he’s just outside and shuts the door. Unsure of how intimate or not I was supposed to be, I awkwardly say high and slip my robe off asking him how he wanted me, spinning around and trying my best to be sexy. With a few words of small talk, he tells me I should just get on my back so he could break me in for the evening and get guys interested in actually coming upstairs.
I lay back and start to rub my clit with 2 lube covered fingers, prepping myself for what was sure to be not super sexy sex. After a few minutes of watching me while stroking himself, my first man slips on a condom and pushes his way inside me. I continue to rub my clit, trying to build my arousal as my gentleman pumps inside me, feeling almost like he’s just using my vagina to masturbate. A few quick minutes later, he makes 3 firm, deep thrusts and its over. He slips out of me, throws his cum filled condom in the trash, sees the sharpie Chris gave me and scribbles his name on my breast, and gets back to the party, heading out before I even have my robe back on, giving Chris a peak of my naked body spread eagle on the bed.
There’s already a line forming on the stairs for the 2 of us. Some guys saying they wanted a specific one of us, some saying they just want to get off. Guy number 2 comes and goes in a similar quick fashion before a third repeats the process. As the night progresses, some guys want a little more intimacy and I ride a few of them, get on my hands and knees for others, blow one or two, and give a lubed up hand job more than once as more intoxicated guys come up and need help “getting up” if you know what I mean. Only the growing pile of used condoms and cum on my sheets, along with the growing number of signatures in random places of my body give testimemt to just how busy my night has been.
In between partners, I try to take my mind off things by playing some pokemon on my Switch and have some of the drinks I brought for myself. I start to relax and feel less awkward and more confident as more and more guys are waiting for a turn with me. In a weird way, it makes me feel wanted and it’s a definite turn on. I start to get fairly sore but the night starts to slow down as drunk frat boys start to pass out around the house.
Eventually, Chris comes in and tells me that they’re going to call it a night. It must have been 3 or 4 in the morning and this adventure had drug on for hours. I ask him if he really wanted me tonight as I look at myself, covered in sharpie signatures and a lube/bodily fluid mix, with a pile of used condoms in the bin. He comes in, closes the distance between us and kisses me square on the lips as he holds me close, pushing us back onto the bed with him between my legs. With a few practiced movements, he strips off his jeans, and grabs my vibe from the table.
He proceeds to tease my clit with my vibe as he coats himself with lube, stroking himself as he tells me how sexy I look. He hands the vibe to me as he positions himself at my gaped entrance and slides inside with one firm stroke. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him deeply as he pumps into me faster and faster, the mix of lube and my own arousal making a slick hole for him to thrust harder and harder into, his balls slapping against my bum as he desperately pumps into me, breathlessly trying to build both of our arousal.
I moan for him to fuck me harder. He pulls out of me, flips me onto my hands and knees, and begins to take me from behind as one hand forces my face into the pillows and the other lifting my hips to arch my back, exposing myself to Chris as he takes me again and again and again. I reach back between my legs, holding the vibe to my clit as he reaches orgasm deep inside me, filling me one last time as I reach my own release, breathlessly moaning his name again and again.
We pause in that position and catch our breath as he goes soft and begins to leak out of me and the condom. He rolls me over and takes the sharpie, signing “Chris’ Pussy” right on my bare pubic bone, just above my swollen lips. I’m utterly exhausted and don’t even bother with anything before just getting into bed and going to sleep. Chris cuddles in behind me, still keeping me safe even after he got his reward.
The next morning, Chris counts my signatures and determines I have definitely won the evening. The frat kept their word and made it very worthwhile and I have been welcome at their functions the last 2 years as a “guest of legend”….their words, definitely not mine. Overall, I felt completely used but I knew that going into it, but I did get a new experience with Chris and he’s pretty awesome so that’s a win for me!
Let me know if you have any questions about what happened, I’m totally an open book!
Love y’all- Julie
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10ot4ad/fm_i_entertained_a_frat_a_keydet_story
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