milf becomes frat slut - from nicolettanude.com

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I’m a married 5’8 italian American.  I grew up and went to school in the Midwest after parents moved there from the old country.

I grew up in a very traditional catholic household, and after college I was expected to get married.  With my parents iching for me to wed, I decided to go to grad school hoping that that would buy me time.  The truth was I just wasn’t afraid of getting married, I was so shy of men that my love life was pretty much non existant.  I had only 1 boyfriend my entire life and that was my first from high school.

I didn’t date any one seriously through college and by my senior year I had ballooned up to 170!  Even though I’m a tall girl, that’s really big.

My first year of grad school a lecturer asked me out.  Like me he was “big boned”  a little more then obese and not the best looking man, but still I accepted.  Six months later I found out that I was pregnant, it was a shock to the both of us, because we used protection, I wasn’t sure what to do.  We were married 2 months later.  It was a small ceremony.

After my first child my sister convienved me to get implants (yes my boobs are fake).  That changed everything.  I started working out and lost weight.  Seven  months later I was a new woman. And my hubby loved it!  We had sex almost twice a day.  Some days I woke up to him trying to slip down my panties so he could eat me out (he was very oral).

My life was just about perfect.  I was done with my second year of grad school and able to lecture now, I had a new body and a new baby.  I had a successful husband and woke up to his tongue digging it’s way into me every morning.  What more could a girl ask for right?

Well the truth was love, not being loved, but being in love.  It wasn’t my husbands looks, or his size or any of that, I just think that it was how things started.  HE wasn’t my choice, I married him because it was something I had to do, for my parents, for my baby, for all the reason why you shouldn’t get married.

Then it all changed.  It was my first class when I meet him.  Ron was a musclur senioir on the school’s baseball team.  He was everything my husband was not: young, charming, well built, tall and handsome.   

I won’t get into the details about how we “hooked up” but things moved quickly and before I knew it we had daily rendezvous’.  More often then not I would sneak into this frat house or we’d go to my car for a quickie or drive out to an isolated area of campus to make love behind some trees.

Yes I said it, make love, I was in love.  For the first time since my high school I was completed head over heals for a man.  I was ready to do anything and Ron knew it.  He even got me to love giving him head, even though that was something I had never done before.  The blowjobs turned into gagging, and

even that wasn’t enough he wanted my “other pussy.”  And I gave it to him.  The first time I had anal was leaned up against a tree behind campus.  I can’t say I loved it that first time, I felt so much catholic guilt from, I thought it was a sin, but I gave in.  it wasn’t until maybe the 4th or 5th time we did it that I started to enjoy it.

Public nudity was my next lesson:

“Go get me a beer baby,” he asked.

I didn’t think anything of it and gave him a kiss as I got up.  I reached for my clothes to dress myself, as I knew his friends were outside.

 “Go nude.”

I tried to laugh it off, “You’re crazy,” again I reached for my dress, but Ron pulled at it.  I knew he was serious. “But they’ll see me,” I whinned.

“Nik just go get a beer, then come back suck my cock and so I’ll fuck you again, O.K?” he demanded.

With the look on his face and the tone in his voice I didn’t know what to do or what to say.

“I love you,” I tried to calm him and left the room and hurried to the kitchen nude.  I got him his beer, but not before 2 of his frat brothers saw me.  I didn’t make eye contact or even tried to respond to their hello’s. 

I got back to a very happy boyfriend.

“Don’t worry about it.  All the girls walk around here naked.”

“Really?”

“Yea, house rules,” he told me as slapped his dick against my chin.  “You’ll get use to it,” he told me before placing his hard cock between my lips.

Ron was right.  After a few times I did get use to it.  After a while the nudity meant nothing to me and I was even comfortable enough to stop and talk to some of his frat brothers. 

But of course that was just the begning.  It was an after party at the frat house, we were all drunk and before I knew it Ron and I were making out on the couch.  I was topless when I realized what was going on.

“Lets go to your room,” I hinted, but Ron didn’t budge.  To the contrary he started to undo his zipper, wanting a BJ in front of all his friends.

“Look bitch, don’t embarrass me in front of my friends,” he quipped.

He had never called me the B word before and I was ready to cry.  I wanted to walk out, to go home, to just be any where else, but then I felt his palm push at the back of my head, moving me towards his cock. 

With his cock in my mouth Ron was renewed.  Looking up I could see him smiling and responding to the cheers of his friends in the background.  I would have stopped, I would have left him and walked out if not for the look of sheer joy that was on his face.  He was so happy, and I wanted to make him happy, so how could I stopped?  Instead I just tried to concentrate on my duty and sucked him harder as I looked into his eyes.

Ron was pealing away at my clothes as I continued.  I didn’t want him to, but in my mind it was too late anyways, so I allowed him to strip me.

As Ron repositioned me reverse cowgirl that I saw just how many people were looking on.  There were 5 maybe six of his frat brothers and two other teen freshmen girls looking on.  I noticed another freshmen girl having her top pulled up in the corner.  I guess Ron was right, this was just “house rules.”

That night Ron gave me the fuck of my life as his friends watched on. 

I woke up hung over the next morning.  Ron was still asleep when I left.  I went home swearing to myself that I would never see him again.  But of course I was weak and found myself back at the frat house just 48 hours later. 

“Hey Niki I missed the show!” one of his brothers exclaimed.

March 11, 2010 | Filed Under Cock Sucking, Coed, Stories 

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