Frat Gang: A Menage Fantasy

By Tom Radical

Single mom (and MILF) Tina Holcomb needs a second job. Her daytime gig as the House Mother of a local Fraternity just isn't cutting it. She has mouths to feed and bills to pay. But what if--instead of slaving away for some loser boss--she started an OnlyFans account? After all, she could work from home and would have more time to spend with her kids.

After some initial hesitation, Tina goes for it, and soon, she's making money. Enough to scrape by. But she wants to do more than scrape by. And she knows the best way to make the big bucks is to post something hardcore. Nudes are all well and good, but sexy photos only take you so far.

And who better to help her post a hardcore video than the guys of Sigma Chi? All of them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tom Radical
• Release date: Mar 4, 2021

Tom Radical

Orgasm fuel in 10,000 words or less.

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1

You boys need to learn some respect! She was so fucking mad she could have spit. I expect you—no, I demand—that you guys show at least a small degree of maturity. She looked across a sea of surly faces, smirking lips. You’re all adults. Act like it!

Steve, who was holding an empty flower vase over his dick, blinked his heavy lids and winced. I mean, yeah, we’re adults, but...We’re also in college. This is all part of the experience.

Tina Holcomb put her hands in her hips. All part of the experience, huh?

Well, yeah. Steve and some of the other boys nodded. Two of them were covered in whipped cream and war paint that looked like dried mustard.

Is part of the experience having sex on my desk?! They all dodged her eye line. That’s right. There was a condom--a USED condom--on my desk.

Someone in the back of the group chuckled. Just one?

Who said that? Tina paced up and down the line of young men with a shrewd look on her face. Some of them parted ways to reveal a short muscular kid with a thick crop of tangled black hair.

You think this is funny, Frank?

The boy’s face softened. He wasn’t scared like Tina had hoped, but he spoke sympathetically and something’s better than nothing.

I guess, he said. I guess we should’ve stayed out of your office.

You should’ve done a lot of things, Tina said. A redhead named Miles was staring at her breasts. She looked down. A white t-shirt: What was she thinking? These fucking goons were horny 24/7. Christ--She normally didn’t even wear open-toe shoes around them.

She fell silent and glared at him. Miles’ eyes went wide and he shifted his gaze to the floor.

Guys, she said. I’ve gotta cancel the spring mixer.

The boys went ape shit.

You can’t do that.

It’s the best bash of the year.

What about Kappa Delta?

Come on!

Tina sighed. It’s not even me. It’s the board. They’ve already decided. No mixer, and if you guys aren’t careful, they’re gonna yank your charter.

A moment of silence settled over their heads. They looked around the large expanse of the living room: a broken chandelier, a butt-shaped hole in the drywall, scattered chips and Skittles on the floor, and a pair of busted speakers still playing a low-volume warbled version of Ayy Ladies.

Tina turned and stormed out of the house. The guys listened to the click of her shoes on the hardwood floor, heard the front door squeak open and