Fraternity Slut (Reluctant Gangbang)
Megan wanted nothing more than to experience all of life's sinful pleasures, after living a repressed life for so long. When she goes to college and joins a sorority, she gets the opportunity to embrace her inner sexfiend when she is offered to the local fraternity to be done with as they please. More
Megan wanted nothing more than to experience all of life's sinful pleasures, after living a repressed life for so long. When she goes to college and joins a sorority, she gets the opportunity to embrace her inner sexfiend when she is offered to the local fraternity to be done with as they please.
This 5,400 word erotic short story, a standalone side-story to the 'Sorority Pet' series, contains scenes of an uncertain young woman embracing her desires to be gangbanged by an entire fraternity who would worship her, containing explicit scenes of double and triple penetration, creampies, and so much more, all definitely not for readers under the age of 18.
I stumbled as the skirt was stolen from me. My eyes creaked open, knowing that wishing wasn't going to free me from the situation. I saw the skirt tossed around the crowd, people laughing at my situation, but their eyes never leaving me for long. I was now more naked in front of people than I have ever been, and I wasn't done.
Something clicked in my head as they looked on. I started to realize they wanted me. Me. I was the object of desire. It felt so weird, yet so enticing to be the center of attention. I wanted to be sexy...but was I already there?
My scan of the room went down to the floor. Conservative church girl Megan's voice was still strong, realizing the shame of being in her bra and panties in front of men who she had no intention of marrying. But aspiring slut Megan was also being heard, liking that she was being more and more considered, telling me how much my mother would hate what I was doing, that I was going to love what was going to happen.
I reached back to the clips of my bra. Breaths went heavy. Something in me suggested running to the door, realizing running around in the freezing cold under-dressed wasn't wise, but at least it wasn't being ogled. It gave way, my hands catching the cups, stopping the inevitable for another moment.
"Take it off already!" The calls grew louder. Tonight, I was nothing more than an object. No, a sex goddess, the aspiring slut told me. They want to see more, give them more.
The bra dropped on the floor. I didn't bother catching it, I knew I wouldn't be keeping it. It was snatched up and twirled around, some getting a whiff of it, but most...most were getting a full view of my breasts. The nipples were pointed with excitement from the brief stimulation I had received.
"Nice tits, girl!" I wanted to look offended at the random cat calls coming my way, but the inner slut was winning, so I only grinned in response. What was happening to me?