Young College Fucking

The details and feelings described in this story are true.

I wasn’t allowed to go to high school parties growing up. By the time I got to college, the sexual desires that had been repressed were alive within me.

Berkeley had a very vibrant Fraternity/Sorority scene. I wasn’t in a sorority, but had a few friends who liked to get drunk and go to parties. Phi Kappa Tau Fraternity was having a Luau Themed party and my friends Macy and Jess invited me to go. I agreed. I wanted to be fucked by a drunk, hot college boy and tonight it was going to happen.

At night, the girls and I spent an hour or so getting ready. I put on heels and a short black dress. I put on tiny black lace panties and a black bra. My breasts are large and my hair is long and brown. I have tan skin and a thin frame. I don’t usually wear makeup, but tonight I put on mascara and lip gloss. Macy, Jess and I each take a shot and walk out of our dorm and down the street to the Phi Kappa Tau. I tell the girls that I want to leave with a guy. They agree to scope out the guy and ask if he’s “okay.” The rest was up to me…

We arrive at the party and I can smell pot and beer. Dance music is blasting and three drunk girls are talking with a group of frat guys in the foyet. Several guys are out on the porch, drunk and welcoming girls to the party.

“Come on in ladies! Join us for the festivities,” a guy on the steps says as he smiles at us. He looks us all up and down as we enter the frat. He passes us each a lei to put on as we enter.

The girls want to get drunk and had heard about the “Jungle Punch,” the notoriously strong mixed drink that frat boys gave to girls to get them loose and ready for fucking.

I am on the lookout for my mark. I want an extremely hot guy who is there alone and wants to find a drunk girl for fucking. Also, the chemistry has to be right. One particular guy caught my attention as I walk downstairs. He is easily the cutest guy at the party and on the tall side, with a swimmer’s body. He has brown wavy hair and dark brown eyes. His lips are thick and very kissable. I point him out to Macy and Jess. He has a Hawaiian shirt that is open. My eyes are first drawn to his chest and muscles and then to his pelvis and the bulge between his legs. He’s wearing swim shorts that accentuate his form. As I walk by him he looks at my face and then my large breasts. The dress accentuates my cleavage. He smiles at me and looks down towards my ass as I walk by. I can tell he wants me, but I decide to tease him and make him wait until after I’ve had my drink.

We head down to one of the downstairs common rooms. There is an open bar and since the theme was “island,” several guys behind the bar had on lei’s, Hawaiian shirts and flip flops. There is a mist machine in the corner. The air is thick and fragrant, and most of the people in the room are extremely drunk. The sexual energy in the room is palpable.


“Can I get you ladies a drink,” says the red headed frat boy behind the bar.

“We’ll take 3 Jungle Punches,” Jess says.

“You got it!” He says. He pulls up three prepared punches from behind the counter and we all take our drinks. As I drink, my body starts to feel arm and running my fingers over my skin feels amazing. The punch was working on my body AND on my clit. I could feel my clit pulse with pleasure. Where was that cute guy???

“I want to find that guy I spotted coming in,” I say. He seemed open and I was wet and hungry for sex.

“I think his name is John,” Macy said. “He’s a senior Water Polo guy. I saw him at the last party. He came alone last time too.”

“What are you guys going to do?” I asked Macy and Jess…

“We’re going to go up to the dance floor to grind on some hot guys!” Jess holds her drink in the air and says, “Woohoo!” She is fairly drunk.

“I’ll watch her,” Macy winks at me as they head upstairs.