Frat Mom goes further

She bit down on the edge of the wrapper, tearing it with her teeth like a rabid animal. She snatched it from the table and stared straight at the flaccid target. After a flicker of hesitation and another camera flash, her resolve hardened. One thought took over: I want to be one of them.

She moved in until the condom was at the tip. As the audience cheered, blood rushed into the target, making him grow a few inches. She used her tongue to steady the ring, but as she finished the rotation, the latex slipped from the hardening cock and bounced onto the floor. The frat boys roared. She saw the other pledges still struggling with their wrappers; she had the lead, but it was slipping.

She kicked her chair aside and threw herself to the ground, her substantial frame jarring as she hit the floor. It smelled of old shoes and stale ****, but she crawled until she found the condom, snatched it up with her teeth, and stood back up like a seal performing a trick. She tried again, but the rubber kept slipping.

She realized she was using all brawn and no brain—a trait she despised. A condom was designed for an erect penis, not a flaccid one. If she wanted to succeed, she had to commit. Her hand shook as she reached out; a piece of her soul fought the urge to grab the manhood of a student she’d never met.

FLASH.

The thought of her “brothers” never letting her hear the end of it if she lost to “Gayden” snapped her into focus. She reached out, gripped him like a steak knife, and started jerking him off vigorously. They thought they were clever, letting her struggle with a soft target, but as she worked him toward her face, she felt the same cold competence that made her a successful principal.

“Hey!” one of the pledges shouted, dropping his condom. “She’s using her hand! That’s against the rules!”

“Charles!” Dionysus shouted. “Slap him for being an idiot.” The large man in front of the pledge grabbed his own dick and slapped it across the boy’s cheek. Mary Anne let out a small giggle.

“The rules state you can’t use your hands to put the condom on,” Dionysus clarified, his piercing stare landing on Mary Anne. “She’s clearly not putting it on yet. If the rest of you learned from her, we wouldn’t have so many idiots in this fraternity. Carry on. You’re being such a good girl.”

“Thank you,” she said with a smirk.

Marcus patted her back. The young stud in front of her was nearly at full mast, proving to be considerably larger than her “average” ex-husband. She reached forward, but he was only at ninety-five percent. She needed this to be perfect.

She let the condom fall onto the table. With her tongue extended and her eyes locked on the stranger, she tapped into the memories of what used to drive her husband crazy. She went for the base, enveloping the underside and tracing her tongue up the middle of his scrotum. At the tip, she flicked him, tasting pre-cum that made her gag internally even as she smiled through it.

The cock became harder than the boy likely thought possible. She snatched the condom back up, spreading it with her tongue, and enveloped him in one smooth motion. Before pulling away, she gave him a parting gift, wiggling her throat muscles until he shook with pleasure. When she finally released him, the tip of the condom was already filled.

Cheers erupted. No one else was even close; Hayden hadn’t even managed to rip his wrapper. The living room became a deafening roar, the bass surging as if the house itself were cheering. Mary Anne stood tall, her chest heaving, a smear of lubricant glistening on her chin. An electric heat radiated from her skull to her toes. She had won, and the high was more intoxicating than any vintage wine she’d ever sipped at a faculty gala.

Everyone came together, crowding around the principal as she put her hands up in mock protest, but her smile betrayed her true feelings. “That’s my girl!” Marcus bellowed, a predatory grin splitting his face. In a thrill of the moment, as everyone was congratulating her, she felt heavy-handed slap right across her left butt cheek. Normally, she would have been livid, but the rush of belonging was too great and Marcus wasn’t making a big deal about it so why should she? She simply slapped his right back with a wink.

“ Congratulations to the experienced Mary Anne Thompson for her first victory of the night!” Dynonysus clapped his hands together, and everyone joined him as he continued, “ but we are not just a place for pledge challenges. We are a fraternity. And what kind of fuck ass fraternity would we be if we didn’t take a break so everyone could get their beaks wet?” he pointed to the outside doors, “bring them in boys!”

A collection of hooligans came in with kegs, coolers, and straight, presumably warm, 24 packs of Natty Light.

Most of them were flanked by hot women, most of which were wearing shirts with Greek letters on them. A notable group of particularly attractive young women were each wearing highlighter pink shirts, as if to stand out from the crowd.

“Please, drink and more importantly celebrate the rise to the pantheon!” He cracked open a beer, down the whole thing, crushed it against his forehead, and found the closest lady who melted into his arms as they kissed.

The high of the victory lingered as the music shifted into a more melodic, heavy mix of R&B and house music. Marcus appeared at Mary Anne’s side, offering her a dripping can with a look of expectant camaraderie. She held up a hand, her principal’s instinct momentarily overriding the adrenaline. “I can’t. I appreciate the offer, though,” she stated, her voice regaining a hint of its usual classroom authority.

“Come on, sweetheart. One drink.”

She knew she shouldn’t. She was already in enemy territory, and dulling her senses seemed like the worst decision possible. She didn’t want to end up falling for something she wouldn’t normally do on a day-to-day basis. Sure, she had flashed her butt at the camera, but it had been clarified that they needed **** to protect their own identities; it made sense. As for the fact that she had just given a handjob to a random college student—normally, that would be outside of her wheelhouse—but not only was she protecting Hayden, but fraternity brothers have sex all the time, so it made sense that they would look out for each other when it comes to wearing proper protection. Not to mention, she would’ve looked like a “bitch” in front of the brothers if she hadn’t, and that was another risk she wasn’t willing to take.

“I really shouldn’t,” she said, although her resolve was already starting to wane.

Marcus popped the tab, the hiss of carbonation punctuating the air, and held it closer to her face. “You aren’t on the job, Mary Anne. You’re a pledge who just put the rest of these boys to shame.” Just then, the strobe light flickered and a camera flashed from the corner of the room, capturing her standing there with the smear of lubricant still on her face. The sight of the other boys, “Gayden” included, chugging their drinks with **** fervor made her chest tighten.

“Fine,” she relented, snatching the can. “If all the other pledges are doing it, I suppose I should follow suit.” She took a long, stinging gulp, the bitter bubbles masking the lingering taste of the condom.

“Tastes good, right?” Marcus asked, leaning in close to be heard over the loud music.

“I mean, it tastes like cheap beer, so—” FLASH “Yeah. Who doesn’t love a cheap beer, bro?”

She had no idea where that had come from, but before she could think about it too much, Marcus responded, “Hell yeah, dude! There’s plenty to go around. I’m gonna go talk to some of the other girls. I trust you can take care of yourself, Principal Thompson.”

As soon as he left, she felt a slight nagging feeling; it stunned her to realize that she actually kind of missed his presence. She shook it off, finished the rest of her beer, and went in search of another one. She walked to a cooler in the corner of the room, where a couple of the guys congratulated her on her great job during the first challenge, to which she replied with a smile and a nod. She grabbed a beer, popped it open, and took a big swig. She wondered why she didn’t have more of these at home, because they were really quite tasty.

She had barely stopped drinking when a hand gripped her upper arm with surprising **** and pulled her into a nearby room. After a slight daze, her son and his wiry frame became clear in the poorly decorated bedroom in which they now found themselves. His face was a mask of pale horror and mounting fury. The silence of the cramped space was jarring, broken only by the muffled, rhythmic thud of the bass through the walls. He turned on her, his voice a frantic whisper.

“What is wrong with you? What are you doing, Mom? You just... you just did that in front of everyone! You’re the principal of a damn high school!” He sat down on his bed, head in his hands. He looked sad, almost pathetic. She really wanted to comfort him, to hold her son and let him know that everything would be alright, but also to let him know it’s okay that he was acting like a “whiny bitch boy.” She stepped closer.

Mary Anne smoothed her hair, though her fingers still felt a bit clumsy from the rush, and adjusted her blouse. She looked at her son, seeing the “Gayden” nickname written in the shame of his eyes, and her expression softened into something more maternal, yet weary.

“I came here to shut this place down, Hayden,” she admitted, leaning back against a stack of winter coats. “The neighbors have been calling for three hours about the volume. I was going to walk in here, find the person in charge, and have this entire house cited.” She paused; the flash of the camera still burned in her retinas.

“But then I saw you,” she continued, her voice gaining a hard edge. “I heard what they were saying. I saw that they were going to humiliate you, to make you the ‘loser’ of the night. I couldn’t just stand there and watch my son become a doorstop for a bunch of overgrown toddlers.” She reached out, patting his cheek with her thumb. “I’m here to make sure you survive this, even if I have to out-drink and out-frat every one of these idiots to do it. Now, straighten your shirt. We have another round to win.”

“But Mom… you touched Rick’s cock. Can’t we just leave?”

“And lose?” She took her son by the hand, careful to hide her disappointment. “When you say things like this, it makes me understand a little better why your bullies make fun of you. Now stop being a wuss and come out there and drink. There are some pretty girls out there, so now’s your chance to finally lose your virginity.”

With nothing else to say, he walked out the door. Mary Anne walked out smugly, too; all of her training had made her a truly excellent mother.

By the time she left the room, the whole place was jumping. The colors of the room shifted from red to blue to green and then purple again. It smelled like yeast and a mix of cheap deodorants. The scent was as intoxicating as the can of beer she had grabbed and was sipping on again. She made her way through the crowd, bumping into denim-clad frat boys and sorority girls in short skirts. Occasionally, someone would stop and congratulate her on her performance in the competition.

“Thank you!” she said with a shy smile. Even though she was happy to have won and to be there now, a part of her was starting to feel out of place among the crowd of college students—especially in her blouse and pants compared to the floozy outfits of the women around her. Maybe it would be better for her to just leave while she was ahead, take her son, and in the morning, have her meeting with the headmistress to get this fraternity permanently disbanded.

FLASH

Or she could stay, maybe have one more of these tasty beers. Yes, just one more beer and then she could finally leave this place which seemed to affect her mind like a lotus flower. As she went to the cooler, she heard a familiar voice. “Principal Thompson!” called Marcus, with a hot brunette giggling in his arms.

“Who’s this?” replied Mary Anne, a touch of jealousy in her tone that she did not intend for.

“Oh just one of the sorority sluts. Don’t worry bro there’s plenty to go around.” Mary Anne wasn’t interested in girls, right?

“I am not a slut,” the slutty brunette responded.

“Yeah, whatever. Just suck my sick, bitch” Marcus said. Lowering his pants to expose the biggest cock Mary Anne had ever seen. It was twice the size of the last one she had put a condom on and she started to wonder how difficult it would be to wrap her mouth around his.

“God, you’re the fucking worst.” The brunette said, as she sunk to the ground and dove onto his cock with full abandon.

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff,” Marcus said, “you know if you join us, you’ll get perks like this too. Of course as our only female pledge you would have to provide a couple of perks too.”

“I don’t want that. I have a perfectly satisfactory sex—”

FLASH

“Hey Mary Anne!” Some nearby frat boys shouted. You want to try the keg stand.

She hesitated, before looking back at Marcus and the brunette who was currently clinging to him. Why should he have all the fun.

She walked over. She had never done a keg stand before, but she wasn’t about to start asking baboons questions on how to open a banana, she could just as easily do it herself. She let the two massive frat boys grab her by the thighs, lifting her upside down. Her blouse fell toward her chin, exposing the soft, pale curve of her midriff and the lace at the base of her bra to the cheering crowd. She felt the cold bite of the keg nozzle pressed against her lips.

Swallow, Mary Anne. Don’t be a bitch.

The liquid fire of the Natty Light hit her throat. She gulped it down, her eyes squeezed shut as the rhythm of the room, the chanting, the bass, the heat, pulsed through her inverted body. When they finally flipped her back down, she landed with a heavy thud, her head spinning in a glorious, golden haze. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her hair a wild mess, a triumphant grin spreading across her face. She looked to Marcus, but he was too focused on that young tart between his legs.

Suddenly, Dionysus climbed back onto his makeshift throne, silencing the room with a sharp whistle. He looked down at the pledges, his eyes lingering on Mary Anne’s flushed face.

“Attention, mortals!” The group of girls in highlighter-pink shirts stepped forward, their eyes sharp and hungry. Dionysus paced before them like a general. “The next challenge is Coed Musical Chairs. But we aren’t playing for seats. We’re playing for release. There are ten of you pledges left, but only nine of these gorgeous Pink Sorority girls. When the music stops, you better have a Pink in your lap. If you’re the one left standing without a girl, you’re out of the running.”

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a predatory silkiness.

“Once you have your girl, the real test begins. The winner is the first pledge who can get their Pink sister to make them cum. They are super slutty and horny, but this is a game of speed and skill. If you end up without one of these whores, you’ve failed the pantheon. First five to cum will make it to the final round.”

Mary Anne blinked, the world tilting slightly from the keg stand. She shook her head, trying to reclaim a shred of her professional dignity. “Wait,” she called out, her voice slightly raspy. “This is blatantly anti-feminist. You’re literally treating these women like objects to be ‘won’ and ‘used.’ It’s dehumanizing and—”

“Principal,” Marcus interrupted, stepping toward her while the brunette wiped her mouth behind him. He looked her up and down with a lazy, challenging smirk. “It’s the opposite. These girls, they’re the ones in control here. They decide who’s worthy of their attention and who’s too much of a ‘bitch boy’ to handle it. If you’re truly for empowerment, shouldn’t you respect their right to use their bodies however they want to win a game? Or are you saying they aren’t smart enough to make their own choices?”

Mary Anne opened her mouth to argue, to talk about systemic power structures and the patriarchy, but the logic felt slippery, sliding away.

“I... I suppose,” she stammered, the fuzziness in her brain making the argument seem airtight. “If they’re choosing it...”

“Exactly,” Marcus purred, leaning in close. “Now, Principal Thompson. Are you going to treat these women and pledges like equals? Or are you going to show them why you belong with us.”

She unbuttoned more of her blouse to let her bra show. She could be seductive. She could be sexy. “I can be one of the brothers,” she said.

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