My girlfriend told me that when she was pledging her sorority a few years ago, they would take pictures of each of the pledges in bikinis and post them to the "what would you do" sections of sites like this.
After a few days, the girls would be made to read the comments on their photos in front of her sisters.
She said only two girls made it without crying.
there was a thread i think in the confessions section and the girl said she was gangbanged by a frat as part of her sorority initiation. and that there was video and she was gonna try to track it down and post it but then the thread disappeared. anyone know what im talking about?
I confess that I'm 30 and I just enrolled in college to be around hot, young girls, especially freshman girls. Yes, I'm that pervy. It's not a Community College either; it's a large research university that I moved from home to attend with sororities, parties, and hot young girls running amok.
Growing up in a family that never really talked about or put much emphasis on college, I felt robbed of the college experience. Now, even though it's later in life, I'm glad I get to experience this. Even though I can't experience it to the FULL effect (i.e. I'm probably too old at this point for a dorm, or to join a fraternity, this is still pretty awesome.
I didn't really go for my education. I already have an okay paying job. I went because college girls turn me on, and I want to fuck them, lots of them, before I leave this joint - especially the young college freshman with their 18 year old smooth, hairless, and blemish-free legs with no line or imperfection separating where the leg ends and the asscheek begins.
Everything I'm saying is a true story. I have a class tommorow. This isn't some bullshit fantasy story that people always post on Motherless (i.e. I FUCKED MY DAUGHTER). I really did this shit for the aforementioned reasons.
So, my question to you, Motherless, is HOW DO I FUCK THESE GIRLS? College girls are supposed to be easy, right? Surely it must be possible that I could get one to fuck me. These 18 year olds are alone in their dorms with no supervision, correct? I know I can't just hang out in their and wait for them to pass. I assume a lot of the girls here are looking for sex, and there has to be something I can do to let them know I'm interested, but what?
I'm really confused right now because I don't think I can fulfill my sexual fantasy... I've been in a relationship with my bf for 2 years now, and I think he will ask me to marry him soon.
I'm kind of a freak and I admit I'm a slut, or a slut wanna be.. I'm in a sorority and seeing all the girls go out and come back in the morning in a mess really turn me on, but I can't. I don't want to cheat on my bf.
My biggest fantasy is to have sex with a big fat biker guy, just some dirty dirty sex. My bf can't grow facial hair so it's hard to play it out with him, and he'd think I'm a freak if I tell him my fantasy. I just find it out hot to get picked up by one of those scary fat biker guy and taken to a motel or his trailer and get fucked in all holes... I haven't done anal but I would be willing to do it.
I'm pretty small and the idea of a big scary man overcome me and fuck me turn me on so much.. Im wet just writing about it.
Any guys out there fit this type? Any idea how I can make it come true?
I'm in college and one of my new co-workers is a sophmore and literally looks like a 12 year old. She's blonde, has glasses, and is probably 5'0 @ 90 lbs. She's got a super petite body and looks kinda nerdy but is in a sorority and acts kinda bitchy/cute/flirty. She kept flirting with me today at the meeting.
brb smashing 19 year old girls who look 12, and people getting mad
Just a (fictional) little story I've been working on. This is a first draft. Let me know if you'd like to read more. (What I've written so far is pretty long, so it'll have to be posted in installments.)
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It's eleven o'clock on a Friday night, and I'm driving home from the grocery store. I lead an exciting life. I always slow down when I pass through the strip of college bars on my way home. I wouldn't want to run over a poor drunk frat boy. I wouldn't want to miss the skimpy outfits the sorority girls are wearing, either. When they have a few drinks in them, they never seem to notice that their shirts are riding a little too low, or that their skirts are hiked up a little too high.
While I wait in the road for a couple of guys to carry their drunk buddy across, I take notice one of these unfortunate sluts. Perky tits, tiny little waist, and just enough hip to hold her skirt up. She's sitting on the curb, with her perky little tits spilling out of her skin-tight top. The light is dim, but I could swear I see a hard pink nipple poking out, begging to be squeezed. She drunkenly shifts her legs and gives me a perfect view of her lacy white panties. The cloth is slightly askew, revealing just a peak of her pink, hairless pussy. I get wet just looking at her, and ache to rub my own pussy through my jeans.
Just as I reach down and rub my throbbing cunt through my pants, a honk from behind me breaks me out of my trance. I've apparently been sitting there in the middle of the street a little too long. I wave at the other driver and drive ahead, losing sight of the sorority slut. As I begin imagining what her date might do to her tonight, blue lights flash in my rear view mirror. Great. I guess a cop noticed my little vacation in the middle of the road, too.
I pull over to the side of the road, and notice that the car behind me is an unmarked police car. Why does he care if I sit in the road too long? Doesn't he have better things to do? As he gets out of his car and starts walking towards me, I notice just how large he is. He's at least 6'4”. He's not a body-builder by any means, but he still looks like he could break me in half. I've already rolled down my window by the time he makes it to me, but the asshole still knocks on my door with his flashlight to get my attention. I grit my teeth against the knowledge that he's just scratched my paint, and say, “Is there a problem, officer?”
He speaks with his gruff voice, and tells me, “I'm going to need you to step out of the car, ma'am.”
“Is that really necessary, sir?”
He lowers his voice to a menacing growl, “Get out of the car. Now.”
“Okay.” As I step out of the car, I notice that, while his gun and taser seem genuine, his badge isn't real. It's a cheap plastic badge you'd get at a costume shop. He catches me looking at his badge and grabs me by the wrist, spins me around, and pins me against the car, my tits pressed against the door. “Who the fuck are you? Let go of me, now!”
In answer, he grabs my other arm, pulls out honest-to-god handcuffs, and cuffs my wrists together. I scream at him this time, “Who the fuck are you?!”
“That's none of your goddamn business, whore.”
He kicks my legs apart, and jams his knee into my crotch. My pussy that had been throbbing in pleasure only minutes before is now in searing pain. Tears stream from my eyes, and he squeezes his hand between me and the car, working his way up my shirt. He reaches my tits and squeezes the right one until I cry out in pain. Mercifully, he pulls his hand out of my shirt, and I breathe a sigh of relief, even as tears stream down my face from the pain in my pussy.
I hear a metallic click, and my breath catches in my throat in fear. I stand perfectly still, and he once again slides his hand up my shirt. This time, though, he has a knife. He runs it up my belly just firm enough to barely slice my skin. I scream, and he uses his other hand to roughly cover my mouth. He cuts me from belly-button to my bra, just enough to draw blood. Tears are now streaming down my face in earnest, and I can't control the sobbing noises coming from my throat. He adjusts the angle of the blade, and saws at my bra, also digging deeper into my flesh. The searing pain makes my breath catch again, but as soon as it started, it stops. He's cut through my bra, and my tits spring free. He pulls the bra away from my tits, and returns with the knife. He pokes at each of my nipples with the knife tip, causing me to cry out in fear. He chuckles darkly, the first noise he's made in several minutes, cuts down the length of my shirt for good measure, and removes his hand and the knife from inside my shirt.
Why has no one noticed that this is going on? We're on the side of the road. Surely someone should have noticed by now? He grabs my throat, moves his knee away from my aching crotch, and spins me around to face him. The hand on my throat tightens, making it all but impossible to breathe. With his other hand, he puts the knife to the base of my throat. I finally get a look at it; it's only about four inches long, but lethally sharp with one serrated edge. The smooth edge of the blade rests on my throat as he says, “Go on and cry, bitch. It's better when you cry.”
To be continued...
Sexy sorority girl with big tits...
Does this college grad she got it or is she losing her touch? Can she still keep up with the sorority girls?
This is a true story about a wild evening with some friends from college. Several friends and I were a few years out of college & went back for homecoming. The fun began when we were hanging out afterwards in the hotel room we were sharing.
I'm a dark brunette 5'4" with very perky B cup boobs. My friend Amy, cute asian a little taller than me with slightly bigger boobs, and I were in the washroom. We were giggling, still buzzed from homecoming, and got into a silly argument about who had the better rack. We strippied off then dared each other to ask our friends in the bedroom.
Ken and Kirsten were a recently married couple and our friend Bob was also hanging in the other room. Kirsten is a hot blonde with small boobs and, as I was to find out pokie nipples. Ken is dirty blond and in decent shape. Bob was a little swarthier with dark hair. At the time they were all watching tv.
We entered the room topless and laughing. Our friends jaws dropped and the tv went silent. We posed our question while playfully fondling each others' boobs. They diplomatically pointed out the merits of each of our racks thene we convinced kirsten to strip off.
Theree was some awkward conversation then I asked Bob for a backrub. He was very helpful! Ken & Kirsten did the same and Amy began caressing Bob's shoulders. I don't know about the others but I was getting very hot. somehow in the process the rest of my clothes came off :-) I reached behind to stroke bob's growing cock. I guess I really instigated what happenned next.
At this poiint there are 5 of us naked on the bed. I'm stroking bob and watching Ken and Kirsten's foreplay. Amy is licking bob's shaft and it's clear she needs more. I leave Bob to Amy's loving tongue and ask Kirsten if I can join them. She purrs yes, as long as I don't let Ken in my pussy. together we give Ken the BJ of his life while Amy rides Bob's cock with those nice c-cups bouncing. Kirsten then blew my mind by sliding under me and licking my wet pussy! I had never been with a girl and didn't know Kirsten was into it. She asked what I thought she did with her sorority roomie! this went on for a while until Kirsten needed more. She crawled up on Ken and rode hime cowgirl style. I then played with bob & amy though no girl-girl. by the end of the evening I had sucked Ken while being fucked doggy-style by Bob, been eaten out by my best friend and licked Amy's nipples while fingering her.
The next morning was a little weird but sooo worth it!
Horny 21 y/o Sorority Sisters Make The Best Sluts...
Daddy's little girl move away to college & became a slut. Found a sugar daddy while working at a restaurant, learned about BDSM, & became his Sub. Daddy Dom makes her send daily pics & vids & told told her she had to start making her body available to more older men. Now men almost twice her age are pounding, stretching, & trying to impregnate her tight fuckholes. She's was told that she has to let one of her fathers friends or coworkers fuck her when she goes home on Christmas break and she has to provide proof. Want to see more? WWYD to her?
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