Kristen loves being a good little frat house whore:)

any ideas for this nerdy fuck toy?

Being a nerd she just can’t deny logic. If she takes an entire frat house and they only take her ass and mouth she won’t get pregnant. Who wants to join in and pound that ass?

Nerdy physics major Kristen loves showing off.

Any ideas for her? Frat house whore is begging for it

I confess I listened to my roommate fuck my girlfriend...

It was Christmas break at the University we attend and I live in a frat house with a roommate. My roommate, myself, and my gf are all seniors. We party together regularly and have a good time with each other. I have never noticed any attraction between the two of them. So during break we have nothing to do all day since class is out of session. We decide to day drink at a friends house. We all get really drunk with about 15 other people at the party.

My gf and I decided to head back as the evening is winding down. We get to my room alone and have sex. I get her off and she makes me cum, just like always we're both pleased. So, we lay down and fall asleep...

Some background, my gf and I have been dating for over 2 years, and have been faithful to each other while being very freaky with each other.

My roommate is a college football player and we are best friends and fraternity brothers. Hes a big guy and a very typical frat/football guy build. I'm more a basketball player type so I'm in shape and tall, but not as bulky.

So as we're sleeping my roommate comes in. I wake up, my gf does not. He's drunk and so am I. He sets his stuff down and heads out of the room to party some more, I thought. My gf was not awake at this time. 5 minutes later she gets up and says she has to go the the bathroom, so I roll over and try to fall back asleep.

I hear the shower running and voices coming from the bathroom which is just behind the paper thin wall my bed is against. Its my gf and my roommate. I am still drunk and don't get up or move, just listen:

"He's passed out, now take off your pants so I can suck that huge cock of yours."

I freeze, I can't breathe, but I'm rock hard...

I hear her gagging from having his dick in her throat, it sounds like she's struggling. A smack that must be him slapping her ass. After what seemed like an eternity I begin to hear her moaning..

"oh fuck, i'm so wet. Fuck my pussy."

She always talked dirty to me, but this was a slutty sound I've never heard before. It sounded as if they were right against the wall 6 inches from me.

He kept pounding away and her screams got louder and louder. Then i heard:

"Fuck my ass, i know you do anal with the cheerleaders.."

It was true, my roommate was an ass man, but my gf was not. I almost came right then...

I could hear her cry-moan dealing with the obvious pain of the first dick in her ass.

He kept fucking her harder and harder in the ass. She was moaning very loudly now, I wondered who all could hear.

After another 10 minutes I heard her say:

"Now cum in my pussy, I'm going to squirt all over your huge cock."

Its true she squirted almost every time we had sex. Her screams began to rise in pitch and volume and I knew she was close to climaxing:

"Do it! Cum in my pussy!"

"Oh fuck you slut, here it comes."

With that I heard her moan the loudest moan yet and heard him grunt. I knew what had happened...

I heard the bathroom door open and quickly closed my eyes. Now my bedroom door opened and a figure stood next to me in the dark..

She climbed on top of me and shook me "awake" then immediately sat her face on my pussy, turned around and began sucking my cock...

"Thank god you were hard for me when you were passed out cause I'm so horny" she said between breaths of air while sucking my dick.

I could taste my roommates fresh cum dripping from her pussy, but she never said a word. We fucked twice after that and on the second time my roommate walked in on us with a smile on his face.

Neither have fessed up to it happening at all and its been a year, and I never asked...

Kristen, physics major and frat house legend.

love nerdy girls. Any ideas?

Imagine your a sports bar watching a college basketball game with you and your wife... out of nowhere a big rowdy group of frat boys surround you and your wife and start talking to you, Imagine a group of big strong intimating guys with huge muscles... some of the rowdy frat boys start flirting with with your wife and touching her all over, using there big strong hands to slap your wife's ass to the point she almost burst into tear's from the pain... she's clearly uncomfortable and scared by the situation and looks at you todo something... you stand up trying to act tough and say "stop touching my wife, and get the hell out of here".... then some big strong guy in the group push you back and keeps you away as some of the frat guys stand between you and your wife as she keeps getting her tits and ass violently groped by the group of frat boys and all you can do is watch helplessly. Finally after a couple minutes of you and your wife begging them to stop and sobbing crying... The leader of the rowdy group joking laughings and say's okay ill make you a deal "if your team wins ill give your wife back, but if my team wins.. we get to take your wife back to the frat house... What would you do?

Kristen loves coming over to the frat house after her physics classes.

Any ideas/requests for her?

I confess that thought of seeing my girlfriend fucking, being fucked, sucking cock, etc is my ultimate fantasy.

She is in her early 20s and used to be really slutty. Her # is in the 40s, but no threesomes or gangbangs...and tons of single blowjobs...

She's in love with me and I am with her, she tells me over and over she has no interest sexually with anyone else but me although I have gotten her to relive her slutty days while I fucked her. I would make her imagine I was the guy fucking her at a party without a condom and cum so hard thinking about her getting covered in cum.

I want to see her suck a cock. So fucking bad. I'd do anything to see someone else's cum on her face while she sucked my cock. I have said stuff like that to her and she does not show interest, but isn't freaked out.

I fuck her constantly and we both cum hard as fuck, but god I'd love to see her take a cock. Also, she loves being railed... i pound the fuck out of her pussy while imagining how hard she got it at the frat houses...

I may post a pic of her tits without face.She would be so pissed...but she has sucked my cock on omegle before...and I made her get guys off on omegle. Fucking awesome, she got soo wet while i fingered her and she blew me and some dude jacked his huge cock. Thanks for reading and I'll add more if anyone cares.

Some of the fantasies I've masturbated to lately have been due to so many of the crazy and awesome ideas that people have had to create porns about (as well as some that I wish they'd make a porn about). Among those fantasies are:

- Either just waiting in a bathroom stall at a truck/rest stop or actually being tied up in one to be fucked by anyone who comes in (and maybe some of the truckers even get word out on their radios).

- Getting a motel room and giving the address out online for anyone to stop by to use me … the night.

- Knowing some prison warden who would set up to have some of his most sexually frustrated criminals put into a cell and then throwing me in with them so they can "release their tension"

- Going for a run on a trail near nightfall and getting fucked out there by another lone runner.

- Going to a frat party, drinking some, and getting gang banged by whoever wanted to in one of the rooms.

- Going on a subway or bus late at night and getting fucked by one or more guys. Similar scenario being getting fucked by a taxi driver (and maybe some of his friends/fellow drivers).

- Either sent in as a prize for the winning team or to work out some aggression from a losing team after a sports game.

- Last fantasy of the night- Either at a bar, a party, or just at someone's house, doing one of those mixed gender wrestling matches where essentially the goal is to rip each others' clothes off and try to fuck one another. The "loser" is the one who gets fucked first though I have no idea how that would be a loss (and the guy can't go easy on the girl which despite some of the more boring- to me- porn movies would have you believe, that more than likely means the girl will have her clothes ripped off first and get a good, aggressive fuck out of it from the man).

If someone knows porn movies that go along with any of these fantasies, that would be great! Attaching a pic of my tits...

I confess I broke my bf's heart for no reason.

I took a swig from the handle of Burnett’s vodka we were all sharing, then handed it to Greg, who I’d been flirting with for two weeks. I watched him take a swig before he poured it onto my semi-naked, bra-and-boy-shorts clad body while I danced to the summer hits of the ‘90s on Pandora. I looked up at the stars and soaked it all in. This was one of the best nights of my life. I was totally uninhibited and carefree. I would remember it forever. Greg brought me back to the moment with a love tap on the ass, and together we slid down the waterfall into the creek to join our friends.

I screamed as the rocks scraped my backside and I came crashing into the cold water. My best friends cheered me on. I don’t remember any words, only laughter. And then Greg grabbed my waist, and pulled me in close for a kiss. I turned my face away from him.

“You know I have a boyfriend,” I said, disappointed in him.

“Yeah,” he seemed to scold me, “but you know you have a boyfriend, too.”

It was the single biggest blow I’d ever received. Because he was right. What was wrong with me? I loved my boyfriend. Why did I end up here? Never crossing the line, but walking right up to it, longingly staring at what was on the other side. I’d been with Tim since high school — for nearly three years — and Greg was practically a stranger. I couldn’t possibly have real feelings for him. Why, then, did I want so badly for him to stay when he walked away?

Summer came, and I was back home with my long-distance boyfriend. I brushed away the confusing thoughts of that amazing night at the creek, and worked on my loving relationship, purposefully willing myself back into it fully. Tim was perfect. He was kind. He was a gentleman. He went down on me, like, all the time. And he loved me. He loved me so much more than anyone could ever hope to be loved. And I was lucky. I had been a fool back at school, I thought, to even consider the prospect of being apart. We spent an incredible summer together, filled with laughter, and happiness, and true, authentic, over-the-moon, head-over-heels love.

And then I moved back into school a week before the semester began. Day two back on campus, I met Josh. It was the same, all-too-familiar thing all over again. I was upfront about my relationship status, but allowed myself to flirt with him, and with the idea of disaster. After a postgame at my house, Josh and I stayed up talking until 5am, and fell asleep together on my couch. I woke up that morning and knew what I had to do.

I called the most kind and incredible person I’d ever met, and I broke his heart.

It seems downright monstrous — to abandon love for seemingly nothing. But the fact of the matter was I’d wanted that nothing for three years, and I couldn’t deny it any more. I felt unfulfilled. Maybe if we’d met when I was older, we would have been together forever. But I wasn’t older. I was in college. I was only twenty years old. And I couldn’t live with the idea that all of the carefree, adventurous parts of my life — and nights like that night at the creek, that only happened because Tim was sick at school and had gone to bed early — were over by the time I was 17.

I didn’t leave Tim for Josh. Or for Greg. Or for any one guy. I left him for, well, a lot of guys. But mostly, I left him for me. I needed to be uninhibited. I needed not to have to check in with someone if I was going to be out past two. I needed to experience all the wonderful, crazy, and scandalous things that were out there, and I needed to learn the things I could only learn about myself if I was alone. I needed to be able to go to NOLA and flash my tits if I wanted to, and know that nobody could be mad at me for it. Except for, like, my parents, but they were mad at me all the time, so who cared? I needed to make out with a stranger. I needed to be able to wingwoman my friends latenight at a frat house, even if I wasn’t interested in anyone, without feeling guilty. I needed to have first dates. I needed to feel that excitement that only comes from talking to a new guy. I needed excitement, and uncertainty, and lots of shameless attention.

I just…needed to be single. Because if I never did, I would have resented him forever.

Not everyone needs to “sow their wild oats.” But me? I did. I needed to have a period of time where I could do whatever I wanted, with whoever I wanted. I tried, for so long, to suppress it. But if you have that lingering feeling that you’re missing out on college, no matter how in love you are, no matter how you fight it, it never goes away. Ever. In fact, the more I tried to suppress it, the stronger I felt it, and I couldn’t live the rest of my life knowing that I’d never truly gotten to just be me — wild, carefree, adventurous, not-tied-down by anyone or anything, me.

Eventually, of course, I tired of being a party girl. I got it out of my system, completely, and no part of me feels the need to dance on tables or make out with a stranger in a bar. It seems to me, like it’s the kind of desire that can only be killed by having been met. Some people will argue that I gave up something substantial for something temporary, and that ultimately, it wasn’t worth it. I’d like those people to remember that argument when they are 40 years old, divorced, and depressed because they wasted their hot years on some dude who doesn’t want to pay alimony, while I am in a loving relationship, and have no desire to “see what’s out there,” because I already know.

In the end, I just sacrificed one happily ever after for another. I got closer with my friends, because I spent time with them instead of him. I was there for all of the funny stories and amazing nights. My life, as a whole, was filled with fewer fights about whether one of us was dancing with someone at a frat party, and less stress and concern about making someone else happy instead of me. Caring about someone else’s feelings more than or even as much as your own is a very grownup level of selflessness, and I wasn’t done being immature yet. So I chose me. And frankly, I wouldn’t change choosing me over him for anything in the world.

frat house whore Kristen is ready for college football. 

ang ideas for this curvy nerd? Physics majors are closet whores