My first attempt at college happened right after high school. I went to a private catholic university about two hours from home – ’cause where else would a nice Jewish girl like me go?
The reality was, I chose that school because it was far enough away to not live at home and close enough to bring my laundry every few weeks. Plus the brochure was pretty.
I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. I barely understood what the point of college was. It was just the thing you do after high school.
All I knew is that I was horny and I would no longer have a curfew.
I was living in one of the on-campus dormitories that had all girls on the first and third floors, with an all-guys floor in between. Lucky boys.
First week on campus was freshman orientation. It didn’t take long for me to figure out that I was definitely on the more adventurous end of the sexual spectrum compared to my peers. I was on a mission that night.
I met a guy on the stairwell between floors.
“What are you up to tonight?”
He might as well have pulled his cock out right there. At the time, “What are you up to tonight” was code for “How far down your throat can I stick it?” as far as I was concerned.
About 20 minutes later he had his pants around his ankles.
That was Mike #1.
I wasn’t quite finished when the door to his dorm opened and in walked his roommate. I later started thinking of him as “the cuter Mike.” That Mike had really dark hair but light green eyes. When he saw what was going on, he stammered and offered to come back later.
“I’ve always wanted to try two guys at once.” I was a cheeky little slut.
Cuter Mike pulled a chair over and started masturbating while I returned my focus to Mike #1. Up to this point, Mike #1 had the largest cock I’d ever encountered. I was shocked to see that Cuter Mike was also quite well endowed.
I started having thoughts.
I hadn’t finished with Mike #1 yet, but I really wanted a taste of Cuter Mike, so I switched to a handjob on the first cock while motioning for the second one to come closer.
I mean, you’re all a bunch of kinky perverts like me. I’m sure you can figure out where this is going.
Their third roommate walked in as Cuter Mike was fucking me from behind and Mike #1 was back in my mouth. His name was different. I’ll call him Combo Breaker.
I told him I didn’t mind being watched if they didn’t. They were not in a position to argue. Once I’d finished the two Mikes off, I let Combo Breaker finish on my tits.
Later that night I went to a party. I met this guy with shoulder length, dark hair, and piercingly dark eyes. He was Latino and sexy as hell. He asked me what I was up to that night.
About thirty minutes later I was in his dorm riding his cock surrounded by half naked images of Cindy Crawford and other bikini-clad models pinned to the walls. I was not holding back at all. We thought everyone was still at the party and the halls were empty. He’d told me he got off on loud girls, so I was a very loud girl.
After we were finished, I put my clothes back on and he offered to walk me back to the party. As we stepped out of his dorm room, a handful of guys erupted in applause. They’d been watching through the window. They’d even made popcorn.
As we returned to the party, Latino guy thanked me for the good time. I asked him what his name was.
“Miguel,” he answered.
A few days later, I was reading in the common area of the dorm when a nearby conversation caught my attention.
“Did you hear? There’s some slut at this school that was fucking some guy really loudly the night of the party. I heard that wasn’t even the first guy she fucked that night.”
I smiled and returned to my book.
Erotic fiction writer. Phi (pronounced “fee”) came into kink at early age and renewed her connection with the lifestyle in 2014 after a decade-long hiatus. A somewhat popular and undeniably avid blogger on fetlife.com under the name phi-is-me, she lives in the suburb of a suburb in southern California with two cats and six pillows.