Frathouse Fuckery Pt. 04: Miranda

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Miranda knew about the frat’s sharing policy before her boyfriend joined. What she wasn’t prepared for was how popular her asshole was with his brothers. She hated how much time she spent every day getting fucked in the ass by the frat. How the hell am I supposed to study? She thought as the fourth cock of the day pummeled her asshole. She obediently held her ass cheeks apart to make herself available and grunted beneath the bull’s weight as he drove deep, rearranging her insides.

Peter was punishing her. She’d smarted off to him in front of one of the officers and made him look bad yesterday. Today, he scheduled a railroading of anal. One after the other.

She’d been on her knees, folded over the back of the couch getting her ass railed for over three hours now. She was only allowed to move between appointments to clean up, douche, and prep for the next one.

She was beginning to like anal. She’d dabbled once or twice before pledge night, but after that, she encouraged it. She quickly became a house favorite. And when the news got around that Miranda was open for service today, she had a whole line of cocks ready to fuck her ass.

She felt thoroughly punished now. Her asshole burned from rough use. Her insides ached from being pummeled constantly. The bent-over position she was in always allowed her bulls to pummel her g-spot relentlessly, so she came like a whore. Her body quaked from another hard orgasm, moaning incoherently as the cock behind her forced her to endure. After her third cock, Miranda typically went nonverbal and was simple compliant fuck meat. Her bull quickly filled her ass and left.

She had a Physics test tomorrow. She hadn’t even begun to study for it. Peter wouldn’t threaten her academically, would he? She lay on her belly on the couch, feeling used up. She had no energy to clean herself up. She fell asleep.

She woke up to another bull on top of her. Her eyes snapped open to see dark-skinned hands set on the cushions next to her. She looked up to see Harper. Harper?! Jesus, he was the biggest cock in the house with a massive 9″ with an impressive girth to go with the length. She’d taken him on Pledge Night. And apparently he made a rare appearance at communal events. Lauren told her he was more of a one on one private guy. She’d hoped he’d appear on her schedule at some point. And here he was. She just wished she’d had a minute to prepare.

He straddled her thighs to hold her prone. She hurriedly braced herself as he lubed and spread her ass. “Harper, I.. I’m messy. I need to go clean up,” she argued.

She glanced at the clock to gauge how long she’d slept. It had been less than half an hour. So Peter really did mean business. “I don’t care. I like ’em messy,” he crooned sexily. She took a deep breath when she felt the head of Harper’s cock angle at her asshole.

He was gentler than the others. He slid his cock in slowly, letting her adjust to his massive length. She felt helplessly spread, regardless, as his 9″ cock slid inside her. It took three excruciating thrusts to drive to the hilt. She was panting hard when he got there.

“Your ass is so sweet,” he murmured and swatted her playfully. Miranda wiggled beneath him and gave him a saucy smile over her shoulder.

With the invitation, he thrust into her again. She braced against the couch and grunted. Gods he was big. It shocked her every time.

“I wanna hear you beg me to fuck your ass,” Harper crooned. His big hands rested on her mid back.

“Fuck me, Harper,” Miranda groaned and pushed her ass back against his cock. He rewarded her with sliding deep again. She shuddered and arched her back as he pushed against her g-spot in this position.

“Like kızılay escort you mean it,” he demanded. “Beg me to fuck your ass.”

“Dammit, Harper, just fuck me already!” Miranda cried out half in ecstasy, half in frustration. Angry tears trickled down her cheeks. If Peter was going to punish her, she wanted to get it over with.

“Whoah, hey…” Harper withdrew and released her. “I was playing along. Peter said you wanted rough role play.”

“Fuck Peter,” Miranda spat. She adjusted herself and reached to spread her ass cheeks for him again. “Just fuck me, ok? Hard. Like he told you to.”

Harper hesitated. “I don’t like this,” he whispered.

Miranda turned her head to look at him. Tears of exhaustion, anger, and probably some PMS wet her eyes. “Just fuck me and get it over with. Fuck my ass, Harper. Please.”

Harper tucked her hair back from her face. “The first semester is hard,” he said gently. “Adjusting to the house rules and all. Being the new girl, I bet you’re busy, huh?” he asked, still stroking her hair.

Miranda nodded, wiping her tears on the cushions. He offered her a tissue.

“You and Pete fighting?” he continued to prod.

“Yeah.” Miranda turned her face away. She enjoyed the soft petting of her hair and she relaxed for the first time in hours. “Yesterday I said something I shouldn’t have. I embarrassed him. In front of Curtis.”

“Ooooo…” Harper sucked a hiss through his teeth. Curtis was the Vice President. “Dat’s bahd juju,” he let his Nigerian accent loose.

Miranda continued, “Yeah. It was my bad. Peter got hairy mad. And today…”

“He put your ass up for a hard use marathon.”

“Yeah,” she lay dejected upon the couch. Used up, sad, and ultimately lonely.

Harper rubbed her neck and back gently. “Hey — If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. It’s ok. I’ll tell Peter to fuck himself. This is supposed to be a game.”

“No, Harper. I’m ok. You should fuck me. Fuck me hard. Then tell Peter I’m done for today, ok?” She adjusted again and spread her ass cheeks wide open. Her used hole gaped slightly.

It was a weird offer, and again Harper hesitated.

“Jesus, Harper. I’m fine. I’m into it. Fuck me already. Fuck my ass,” she demanded. “Please,” she added to soften her tone.

Harper straddled the backs of her thighs again. “Ok… I’ll fuck you. I’m here to get off. Preferably get you off, too. I like it when you cum,” he whispered sensually into her ear as he laid his body over hers.

Miranda nodded. Almost instantly, with a little heavy petting, she felt her pussy get wet again. His hands worked magic on her back and ass and thighs. He tilted her head to the side and left a trail of kisses across the back of her neck and shoulder, leaving her breathless. Despite her mixed emotions, she really liked fucking Harper. He had a suavity about him that others didn’t. He was gentle, but firm. And he did make sure to make her cum, so it was mutual. She wasn’t just fuckmeat to him. She felt like a high class courtesan being with him. It was nice.

Again his cock slid into her already well-fucked ass. He eased inside in the same fashion as before, giving her time to adjust. She groaned in pleasure and pushed back against him. The malaise she felt melted away as Harper’s hands slid up her back, igniting her passion. She really did love being ass fucked.

Harper picked up on her positive mood change, and his intensity increased. He eased his cock deeper, pushing against that sweet spot again. She shuddered in forbidden ecstasy. She could feel him smile against her neck, “That’s it, lovely,” he crooned. “Give it to me.”

Miranda kolej escort gasped as he drove hard into her and she braced against the couch. The memory of Pledge Night flooded back to her in a shockwave. Harper was here again, fucking her ass. She’d dreamed of this for weeks.

Harper’s hand sunk into her thick hair as his body pushed her into the cushions repeatedly. He pulled her head back for leverage and pumped in and out of her ass. Every stroke filled her to the brink. Every withdrawal left her empty. She didn’t know which sensation she liked best. She just loved being ass fucked. Soon she was a moaning, groaning mess in Harper’s arms.

He picked up the pace and intensity. His cock made her work now. She grunted in pain as she was forced to take his ungodly length, her ass spread to the max. He’d lubed, but her ass was sore from the day’s hard use. It was a good sore. She shuddered and pushed against him again. “Harder,” she whispered. “Peter said my ass should be destroyed. Destroy me,” she begged.

Harper obliged with vicious thrusts, slamming her into the cushions. A scream erupted from Miranda – not a fake porno scream – a real scream of ecstasy. He was tearing her apart. And she liked it.

Harper slid his free hand beneath her to stroke her pussy, finding her clit. She gasped in pleasure. Between the clit and g-spot stimulation, she wasn’t going to last long. “Give it to me, baby,” he crooned. “Cum for me. Scream for me.”

And she did. Waves of pleasure crashed through her and she contorted as the muscles inside spasmed of their own accord. Harper adjusted to keep her ass from expelling him and he grunted in her ear. Now he was serious. He rammed her like a mad man. He pinched her clit hard. Again she screamed and her orgasm doubled down, making her entire body quake.

Any hesitation disappeared as he rammed her viciously. Suddenly, he slammed deep and his body jerked hard. She knew he was cumming and focused all her energy to press her ass onto his cock and tighten her passage around him. He groaned in satisfaction, and his cock twitched. Usually bulls pulled out to cum on her, but she wanted his seed in her ravaged asshole. The thick cum coating her eased the savage burn slightly.

He shook as she squeezed the cum out of him. “Jesus…” he panted, bracing himself against her back. Again she squeezed and he gasped, his cock twitching again with another dump of cum.

“I love making you see stars,” she murmured. He withdrew from her and lay down with her, panting, a huge smile on his dark face. She rolled to snuggle against his broad chest. His arms wrapped around her comfortingly. Usually she didn’t cuddle with her bulls, but she wanted Harper to be an exception. He made her feel so helpless while fucking her, but so powerful when she made him cum. She knew she’d earned it when he did.

“You ok?” He asked gently, petting her hair.

“Yeah. I’m ok,” she assured. She closed her eyes, satisfied, exhausted, used, and cum leaking out of her ass. Just like a good slut. She kind of wanted to smart off again so Peter would arrange this again.

“I want you to fuck me again,” Miranda said.

“Right now? Give me a minute, baby,” he murmured with a chuckle, caressing her lower back just above a cute butterfly tramp stamp tattoo she’d gotten in high school. “I can’t go ‘gin dat fast,” again, his Nigerian accent became thick. It made her pussy wet, and she nuzzled his hairy chest.

“No, not now. Later. Tomorrow. Next week. — I want you to request me.”

He looked at her quizzically. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Oh,” he paused, and fell silent.

“Oh, maltepe escort what?” she asked, sitting up. “Am I not good enough?” her insecurities came screaming back with a vengeance. She was too slutty; she wasn’t slutty enough; too fat; too white; too young; didn’t have the right kink for him; wore too much makeup…. her mental chatter was cut short when he spoke again.

“I can’t,” he sat up. Miranda’s inner voice screamed. No, she’d ruined it. She felt like crying.

“I mean, the sex is good. Your ass, is, well, sublime.”

Miranda was hot in the face as she struggled with her emotions and tried not to just yell at him and tell him to get lost.

“It’s just that… when I get involved with a woman… I want her heart,” he looked at her, a sad expression in his eyes. “It’s why I don’t do… well, this,” and he motioned between them.

“You don’t fuck the girls?” she asked, incredulous.

“Oh, yeah, I do. I just do it when I can keep the heart separate, ya know?”

She didn’t know. She was a piece of fuck meat to most of the brothers in this house. And eye candy to the rest. Lately, Peter seemed to think that, too. She thought about the matches he’d set up for her in her calendar. Maybe that was his purpose; maybe that’s why he chose the guys for her he did – to reduce her to simple fuck meat, so she wouldn’t get attached. She blinked back tears. It was all so confusing all of a sudden. She pulled her knees to her chest and sniffed.

“I’ve upset you,” Harper said. “I should go.”

“No. Please don’t. ….I think I know what you mean,” she looked up at him. “You don’t want to appear to be stealing me from Peter. Because it would be… well, more than just sex for you.”

He nodded. “Not in so many words, but yeah. It would not just be sex to me. I could see myself getting right fond of you, Miranda.”

Her name sounded sweet when he said it in his accent. She wished he’d say it again. “This is hard,” she whispered.

He brushed the back of his neck uneasily. “Tell me ’bout it. Not many girls willingly ask to fuck me. They ask, and …they don’t ask again,” he laughed awkwardly.

So, it wasn’t lost on him that he was literally the biggest cock in the house. She imagined it in her pussy, stretching and filling her with all 9″, and she got super wet again. Dammit, you slut. She hugged her knees tighter. “I think I could handle it,” she smiled softly to diffuse the situation. She didn’t like being rejected. “So, I’ll see you around?”

Again he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Uh, yeah.” He got up and pulled his pants on and shrugged on his shirt. “I’ll see ya ’round.”

And he left, closing the door behind him. She noted he made a point to turn the lock so it would lock behind him to give her full control when or if someone entered the room again. She got up and threw the deadbolt too, just for her own peace of mind. I could see myself getting right fond of you too, big guy, she thought and sighed.

She sat for a while and pulled a blanket around her shoulders, her knees to her chest, her cheek resting upon them. She heard a knock at the door and yelled, “Go away!” They knocked again, but when she didn’t respond, they left. That would probably get her into trouble with Peter, but she didn’t give a shit. Let him be pissed. This wasn’t a game right now. And as Harper said, this was supposed to be a game. She sat with her thoughts for a long time to get her head straight. After the sun went down, she got up to go take a shower to wash off all the bad from the day. She wished it didn’t take the smell of Harper’s cologne from her hair. She closed her eyes and let the hot water wash over her.

As she was toweling her hair and gazing at herself in the mirror, her phone dinged. She picked it up, expecting Peter’s angry all caps text.

Instead, she saw a new appointment request on her calendar: Friday – 4-5pm – HARPER. Her heart skipped a beat. So he’d asked Peter. And Peter had accepted.

She clicked YES on the appointment invite.

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