Weekend with the frat boys [F/M] | 2016

Author's note: There is a part 2 to this story about what happened later that night! Maybe itll come soon :)

It was just after my 30th birthday. One kid was 8 years old, one was 2. Both of them were home with daddy for the weekend. Because this weekend, I had planned a trip with my friends to go back to my old college.

It was homecoming weekend and my old sorority house had something planned for the alumni. We arrive friday night and don't do much that night, besides hang around and talk to some random people. The amount of hot boys on this campus has grown exponentially since I was here.

Saturday morning is when the real fun starts though. We wake up and head to our brother fraternity with bags full of booze to tailgate. As we get there, we're met with tons of old friends, mixed with younger college kids. Everyone's drinking, dancing, and having a good time. A few hours before the game, everyone was a little tipsy (okay maybe more than a little), and a young, sexy, current brother of the fraternity comes up to me.

"So what year are you?" He asks me. Not thinking he was talking to me, I didn't turn my head to look, but then he put his hand on my lower back. I smiled and looked at him "Oh honey I graduated a long time ago". But that didn't stop him, "Really? I mistook you for a student, you sure do look like it." By this time I realized it was flirting, and I decided it would be fun to flirt back a little.

After a few minutes of back and forth, he asked me if I wanted to take shots with him. Of course I said yes and we started pounding down shots. He kept pouring more, and eventually convinced me to do body shots with him. I hesitated, but then agreed, only if it was done somewhere a little more private. I wasn't going to take my shirt off in front of everyone, not at 30 years old.

More than a little drunk at this point, he took me up to his room where he threw me onto his bed, lifting my shirt up and pouring whiskey all over my stomach. His warm, wet tongue then traced up my stomach and I couldn't handle it anymore, it had been too many years since I had a hookup with a frat boy. I pulled him down onto the bed and proceeded to have my way with him.

I got on top of him, pinning his hands down and grinding my ass all over his cock until he couldnt handle it. I knew he was stronger than me, I was just teasing him until he'd showed it. He flipped me over and pinned me down, ripping my clothes off before his. We both took a moment to feel up each others bodies, he teased my clit while I stroked his cock.

Then, he went at it. Sliding his hard cock into me, raw (I was on BC). God I love younger guys. His abs so well defined, his biceps rippling, and his cock shaven and thick. And his energy and sex drive made me cum like no other. He fucked me the hardest I had been fucked since before I got married. He showed no remorse for my pussy, slamming it as fast as he could until he filled my pussy with his cum.

I wasn't done though, I was hungry for his cock. I flipped him onto his back and sucked his now soft dick, trying to get him hard again, and then we went right back at it. Position after position, doggy to spread eagle to reverse cowgirl. Didn't matter, his dick was inside of me and i was moaning moans of passion.

Every time he came, he came in a different spot on me, and every time he came, I was right back on my knees getting him hard again. I wasn't satisfied. We went at it for 4 hours straight. The game was halfway over when we were both too sweaty and tired and needed a break. After a quick nap, I woke up to his head between my legs.

I had to stop him since it was getting late, but I wish I hadn't. Anyways, I ended up seeing him at the house later that night. But that's a story for another day.