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“Who, Roland?” I played it off, but my pulse quickened.She grinned. “Yeah. He’s on the exec board here, the president or something like that. Total catch.”We danced more, the night stretching out. I lost track of time, caught in the whirl of bodies and beats. A game of beer pong started in the dining room, shouts echoing as balls splashed into cups. I watched from the doorway, cheering when Sarah nailed a shot.Around midnight, the energy shifted….couples were pairing off, whispers leading to corners. Roland found me again near the kitchen, where the fridge hummed against the wall. “Still up for that game?”This time, curiosity won. “Sure. What does it involve?”“Nothing crazy. Just truth or dare, frat style.” He jerked his thumb toward the stairs. “Come on.”I followed, the wooden steps creaking under our feet. The upstairs hallway was dimmer, doors cracked open to rooms lit by lava lamps. Laughter spilled from one, drawing us in. A circle of about ten sat on the floor….guys in hoo

I went downstairs, Sarah was waiting, oblivious. The drive home buzzed with unspoken promise. That kiss lingered deeper, stirring wants I hadn't named. The frat pulled me in, thread by thread, and I didn't resist.The days following the rush event blurred into a haze of lectures and lingering daydreams. Psych class dragged on with discussions of Freudian slips, but my notebook filled with doodles of lacrosse sticks and half-formed initials. Roland's texts came steady now….good morning memes, quick check-ins about my day, invitations to grab coffee that I accepted more often than not. Each one chipped away at the walls I'd built around my old life, replacing them with the fraternity's easy rhythm.Saturday morning, I woke to the scent of rain-soaked earth drifting through my cracked window. The house was quiet….Mom and Dad had driven out for a weekend market trip, leaving me the run of the place. I stretched under the sheets, my body was warm from sleep, and reached for my phone. A ne

“Yes…fuck me, Roland. Please.” The words tumbled out.He thrust in with one hard shove, burying himself to the hilt in a single, brutal stroke. I cried out, the stretch burning sweet as he filled me completely, my walls gripping his shaft. He paused, buried deep, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed to mine, our breaths mingling. “Tight as hell,” he grunted, then pulled back almost all the way before slamming forward again, hips snapping with force that jolted my body up the bed.The rhythm built fast…pounding thrusts that had the headboard thumping against the wall, his balls slapping wetly against my ass with every drive. I moaned loud, unrestrained, the sound raw and broken as pleasure coiled tight in my gut. “Harder,” I gasped, nails raking down his back, urging him on. He obliged, gripping my hips to angle me higher, cock spearing deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside over and over. Each slam sent shockwaves through me, my tits bouncing with the impact, pussy fluttering a

Lizzy“Ahh yes fuck Lizzy.” He grunted, pumping his cock faster. “Open that pussy for me… let me fuck it right.”I stood there shaking, peeping from the space of the door that was slightly open. I couldn’t believe my ears, he was fucking moaning my name while masturbating.My name. Out of Mr. Smith’s mouth. Daniel’s dad. The man who’d picked me up from the airport two weeks ago with a polite smile, who’d asked about my final year at uni like any normal father figure would. The same man who sat at the head of the table every evening, laughing quietly at his wife’s jokes while Daniel held my hand under the tablecloth.And now here he was, in the dim glow of his bedside lamp, legs spread, pyjama bottoms shoved down, thick cock in his fist, stroking like he was starving for it. For me.I’m nineteen. Just turned it last month. Daniel’s twenty-one, still living at his parents home because rent in New York is a joke and his parents don’t mind. I came here for the holidays because Daniel begg

I couldn’t answer. Could only whimper, nod, arch into him.He angled his hips, hit that spot again and again.My orgasm built fast….too fast. Coiling tight, unstoppable.“Daddy…I’m….I’m gonna—”“Come,” he commanded. “Come all over Daddy’s cock. Milk me. Show me how much you need this.”I shattered. Silent, violent, my whole body locking up as pleasure ripped through me. My walls pulsed around him, squeezing, fluttering. Tears streamed down my face. My mouth opened on a soundless cry.He fucked me through it….harder and faster, chasing his own release.“Fuck… that’s it… good girl… fuck—”He buried himself deep one last time. Groaned low and long against my neck. I felt him pulse inside me…hot, thick spurts filling me up, marking me from the inside.He stayed there, buried to the hilt, breathing ragged against my skin.After a long moment he lifted his head. Looked down at me….flushed, wrecked, still trembling.He brushed a damp strand of hair from my cheek. Tracing my swollen bottom li