Freshman year of college. Sheesh, it feels like an absolute lifetime ago. I had been dating the same guy since my Junior year of Highschool and we were petty serious. At least, we thought we were serious. Looking back on it today, the connection we had with one another was so childish. We both liked the way the other looked, and enjoyed smoking weed together. Not exactly something you can build a relationship on. Regardless, we thought we were pretty serious and decided to go to the same college together. Once we got there, he decided he wanted to join a fraternity. No big deal, a lot of guys do it. So he goes through the whole hazing period and at the end of it he came to me and told me the only way he'd actually become a member is if I came and did something for the Frat. He begged and begged until I finally caved because he'd already gone through the entire hazing process and it'd suck if he ended up not getting in. At the time he didn't know what they wanted from me, but they'd told him it wasn't anything too extreme.

What they ended up wanting me to do was strip for the fraternity leader. Not a big deal. I'm proud of my body today and was even more so proud of it then. So we went into the Fraternity leader's room, my boyfriend, me, and him, smoked up a little bit and I stripped. I'm sure it looked as clumsy as it felt, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. Once I was down to my bra and panties he had me give him a lap dance. Had me grind my round ass in his lap, nice and slow, feeling his bulge growing and growing. He had me turn around and straddle him and keep grinding. My body against his. His massive throbbing bulge pressing into my crotch. My heavy breasts right in his face. 

I felt his hands on my ass, but I didn't care. I let him squeeze and grope it all he wanted as I took my bra off. I let him bury his face in my bust and tell my boyfriend to get in the closet. My boyfriend didn't want to at first, but he eventually did. I let him take me to his bed and watched him undress as I laid back. He laid that thick cock across my lips, dragging it between them, nice and slow, making me taste him before he dropped those big sweaty nuits in my mouth. I'd gotten so worked up I let him do just about anything he wanted to me. We spent hours in bed together. His fat cock working me over and reshaping my body to be his perfect fuck sleeve. At some point my boyfriend left the room, but I didn't care. I couldn't get enough of this guy.

My boyfriend ended up getting into the fraternity and transfered to another college, so his fraternity brother hadn't all had a chance to spend the night with his ex girlfriend. I, obviously, couldn't join the fraternity, but spent just about every weekend of my freshman year enjoying the company of the seniors in the fraternity. Not a member, more of a toy for them to break. I only regret Freshman year being so short.