I started seeing John in the second half of my junior year in High School. We had known each other for a while but never dated. It just happened that we were at a party and had both fairly recently ended out last relationships, so we hooked up.

I thought it might just be a one time thing but we enjoyed each other and he chased me a bit, so we made it a regular thing. His parents and mine both worked so we could go to either of our houses after school and have free private time; we took full advantage of that.

He was the third guy I had sex with and I was his fifth girl, or so he claimed at the time. So we hung out together. Our parents liked us both so were fine with us dating, and of course, nothing was said about sex but I am sure it was pretty understood.

Our time together was an interesting development of sexual pleasure, for me at least. He was more experienced than I from the start. We often both watched porn when we were alone together and then had sex.

At this point I was masturbating often, so by the time I was having sex with John, I was really into it and multiple orgasms had become the norm for me. He was the first guy that knew enough to make me cum orally and he got better and better at it as I gave him encouragement. In turn, I got better and better at giving blow jobs to him.

He was the first guy I swallowed for. Previous blow jobs had not been in the best of locations and usually were rushed. We had both always used condoms for sex but I really wanted to feel that cum in me where it belonged. He wanted to really feel a hot soaking pussy tight against his cock, so we both got tested.

After receiving negative results, we agreed we were exclusive with sex, at least bare sex. I was already on birth control due to a very smart and understanding mother. She told me she was young once also and that she was in no way approving of me having sex but she knew what can happen. I always thanked her, mentally at least, for that openness with me.

So the first time I felt his bare cock begin to pulse and shoot that warm cum into me I had an immediate orgasm! It made me even more enthralled with my orgasms and his cum. I looked forward to every day knowing I was going to get fucked and cum several times and always being filled with his hot load.

It felt like I was thinking about sex constantly and I probably was. He was applying to various colleges and was accepted to the university that I wanted to go to, so I was happy for him. We continued our 'togetherness' through the summer, then he left for college and I had my last year of High School.

I was with a few other guys but kept in touch with John. He was really into his new college scene and did not stay in touch with me as much as I would have liked. I sort of understood this but still I missed him. He came home for Christmas break and we got together again and it was like old times. Sex was not quite as easy because of my brother and his sister being around. They were also home from college, but we worked it out.

I had applied to various colleges, including his, and was waiting to hear from them. He told me about how much fun he was having at college; about the fraternity he had joined and their parties and a bit about the courses he was taking. However we mostly talked about the fun he was having and how much he wished I was there to enjoy it with him.

He admitted to being with several girls but he said it was nothing serious and he hoped I got in so we could pick up again.

I did get in and to jump to the point of this story, I got to college and into my apartment, which I shared with two other girls. John was often there with me. We were fucking as often as we could, either in my bedroom or his room at the fraternity house.

We were both pretty smart so neither of us had to study all the time. We took as much advantage of our free time as we could.

I started going to the fraternity parties, which were almost every weekend and I enjoyed my freedom! I started to dress and think sexier and sexier. There was always a fruit punch, heavily spiked with vodka, at the parties so most of us girls got somewhere between a bit high and totally drunk.

I am not sure I never got totally drunk but as it was my first time to really be exposed to free flowing, strong alcohol; I experimented to say the least. I know I was a flirt because of the attention I was getting from the guys. There is something about boobs and short skirts and thongs that guys cannot seem resist, and I was happy to provide the view.

I was far from the only girl getting attention like that. Most of us dressed to attract major attention. For the first few parties I had fun and flirted with many guys but always ended up going to John's room where we fucked like bunnies.

His room was not very big, bunk beds and two desks were about it. Early on I met his roommate, Keith. He was a nice guy and I enjoyed being with him, non-sexually.

So, at what was probably the third party, John and I went to his room and were in bed, the bottom bunk, with the lights were out. As he had no windows, the room was almost totally dark with just the light coming in from under the door.

I need to say that by this time in my life I was really into sex! My orgasms came even easier and quicker than my experiences in High School and I was totally dripping wet before and during sex. I was really into oral sex, loving to get it and give it. I had started to swallow John's cum in high school and now really loved it. And I was able to always cum, usually multiple times, from getting fucked, not to mention the orgasms from oral sex that rocked me. John had also become better at controlling himself, which created more pleasure for me and him.

So that night we were both in the midst of sexual lust when I felt a cock on my face. For some reason, probably my semi-delirious state of mind and body, I just started to suck it. John kept pounding me and I was cumming and then the cock shot cum in my mouth. That startled me and made me jump up and stop things. I said, "What the fuck? Who did that?" It was Keith.

John told me he had sneaked in the room because they both wanted to see how I would react. At first I was really pissed, at John not Keith, and cursed them both out. I started to get dressed but John and Keith eventually calmed me down by apologizing over and over.

I just had my panties on and they were both still nude. We talked and they both laid a bunch of bullshit on me about how sexy and hot I was. John told me how much he wanted to see me with another guy and how hot Keith was for me. So on and on with the bullshit and flattery. They actually flattered me enough that I forgave them and told them I understood and would think about doing it again, maybe, but that was it for tonight!

I have to admit that I did like the two cock experience. I thought about it quite a bit and got wet every time. John and I got together during the week and talked more. I did not want to admit how much I had come to like the idea so I made it hard for him to convince me. However I eventually agreed to do him and Keith but only them.

So the next weekend fraternity party went like most, drinking, flirting, music and fun. Eventually John took me to the room and told me Keith would be in later if I was okay with that, I agreed.

So we got into it, he gave great oral and I loved sucking him. He got me totally dripping. At this point in my life when I say dripping I mean that literally, my juice was running down my thighs.

Soon, the door opened and Keith came in. I was hot as hell by then so I told John to let me have some time with Keith. I wanted him to get the image of me doing Keith and really enjoying it while he was not a part of what he had started. So I started to suck Keith and then he went down on me and then we were doing a sixty-nine.

I had cum several times when John could not stand it any longer and broke us up, and saying he was bursting and had to fuck me. I said "Oh, okay but I love Keith's cock soo much." I had to get back at him a bit.

So we started to fuck and I sucked Keith and then they switched and switched again. It happened several times until they both came, twice I think, and I had cum numerous times! The sheets and mattress pad were totally soaked.

The same thing happened the next two weekends except the three of us spent even more time fucking/sucking. Probably most of the nights from about midnight until 4-5am. Several times there were knocks on the door and shouts of various crude or funny comments, but it did not bother or stop us. I had heard similar comments from outside other rooms while I happened to be walking around upstairs so it was nothing new to me. I totally enjoyed the two cocks; there is something to double your pleasure!

One day early the next week John was over at my apartment and he said he had to seriously talk with me. He was so serious it sort of startled me, he was usually very happy and carefree. So I asked what was wrong. He hesitated and stumbled over his words so I told him to just tell me!

He said that Brad, the fraternity President, had come to him and told him that he knew what he and Keith were doing with me and that he wanted to fuck me or I could never come to the house again. I could not believe it. He was saying he was mad as hell but that if Brad wanted to fuck with him he was screwed with the fraternity and he did not know what to do. He told me he did not want to tell me and put me in this position but he just had to talk about it.

So of course I was pissed and told him to tell Brad to fuck off! But after more discussion it became apparent that John was seriously worried and I actually began to think about it so that I could save John's position in the fraternity. It was very important to him and I thought I was important to him also. After I calmed down, I told him I would give it more thought and we would talk again. We were both too upset for sex so he just left.

When this happened it was close to Christmas break. John had said that Brad had given him until the start of break to 'give me' to him for the night, as he put it, which also pissed me off. What did he think I was, a slut to pass around?

When I thought about the whole situation I was mad at Brad because I knew him and this behavior surprised me; but at the same time, for some strange reason that I cannot explain, it sort of turned me on. Also I did want to make John happy. He said again how mad and displeased he was about this situation. It was not anything like with Keith. However he also wanted the fraternity association for now and the future.

He did not exactly beg me but I could tell he really wanted me to do it. I finally came to the conclusion that I would and just not get turned on.

I told John I would act in a very aloof, bored way so that Brad would not enjoy himself very much and think I was a waste of his time. Brad had his choice of any girl at anyone of the parties and I hoped he would move on. He held me and thanked me over and over and apologized again. I told him not to worry, it would be no big deal, or so I thought.

So at the next party I did not dress as sexy as I usually did and tried not to drink as much as I might have under more normal circumstances. The party went on and Brad found me. He told me he had heard and that he would find me later and that we would enjoy each other. I tried to make very light of it and said, "Whatever."

I tried to put it out of my mind and have a good time. In spite of my intentions, I probably drank too much but was not totally drunk when Brad found me. He said "Lets go," and turned around and walked away.

I followed him to his room, which was much bigger and nicer than John's. Two windows, big bed, nice desk and two comfortable chairs. He undressed me slowly and gave every part of my body attention and compliments. I could feel myself getting wet in spite of trying to act bored. He kept his clothes and the light on. He laid me on the bed and ate my pussy til I came several times, in spite of myself. Then he turned out the lights and undressed. He pulled me off the bed and kissed me deeply and told me to get on my knees and suck him.

I had heard stories from other girls about him and his big cock but had no idea. I tried to resist a bit but was actually turned on and wanted him so I kneeled down and reached for him, he was huge! I had never had a cock more than what I consider average size, six inches give or take, and he must have been nine inches.

I burst out saying "Oh my god!"

He laughed and asked if I liked it? I was totally speechless and he pushed my face to it. I put both my hands around it and there was still plenty sticking out! I could not get my fingers totally around it, so I started to lick and suck him.

I was totally enthralled by it's size and feel. My pussy was dripping and he kept my head moving on him, never choking me, just moving me up and down. I loved it! He eventually pulled me up to another deep long kiss and he fondled my boobs and pussy. Finally he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed.

He asked me if I wanted him. I said "Yes, please fuck me!" 

Mentally, I was a bit scared by his size, but that was overwhelmed by how excited I was! He was kneeling between my thighs, spreading them wide by using his legs and telling me how hot I was and how the juice was running out of me. He then slapped my clit with his cock and I jumped from the sensation. He smiled at me and asked if I liked that.

Before I could answer he did it again and again. He had his answer by my reactions. Several more slaps and I came. I could not believe it! It was the first time I experienced my clit being slapped. The realization of how fast it made me cum blew my mind. That was just the beginning.

He kept slapping my clit, varying it between slow and fast and then hard and soft. I quickly came again and my clit was really starting to get sensitive. More orgasms came and I was trying to tell him to stop but I was gasping for breath from all the orgasms. All my body's muscles were contracting, arms and legs moving like a person possessed. I could not talk, just scream and moan.

He knew exactly what he was doing because he finally stopped when he saw my eyes start to roll up in my head. Later he told me this when he was describing how I was reacting to his attention to me.

I finally got my breath back. My heart was pounding, my clit throbbing and my legs shaking. "Oh, my God! I can't believe you did that to me!"

"You didn't like it?"

“I loved it, but it was so overwhelming. I have never cum like that in my life. I almost felt like I was shooting something because of how my pussy muscles were contracting and I could not control them."

"You were shooting, you were squirting. Not much but pulses of fluid came out of you with every orgasm."

"I was squirting? You made me squirt?"

"Yup, with everyone of these."

 He slapped me again a couple times and I orgasmed again. Fortunately for my throbbing clit, he stopped. Now I really wanted him and told him so. He slowly rubbed his cock up and down my pussy lips then he gently and slowly entered me and worked it ever so slowly deeper and deeper.

I was begging for all of it and trying to push against him. I came before he ever got totally in me; I was on my way to being his total slut.

He fucked me, off and on, for the rest of the night in every position we could think of. I could not believe how totally he filled me. He fit but it seemed like just barely. When he came, his loads were huge, much larger than I had ever felt before!

The first time he was totally buried in me. I could feel his cock starting to pulse and the huge warm cum just flooded in and then around his cock and out of me. His cock was totally filling my pussy. It would not hold all his cum. It was incredible to feel his load running out of me as more was still shooting in!

The second time he pulled out a bit so all his cum stayed in me and then seemed to pour out when he pulled out of me. I have no idea how many times I came but it was way more than I had ever done before. He had such control that he seemed to be able to just go on and on, fast and then slow, with me cumming more and more often.

I think he shot four huge loads in my pussy and I just loved his pulsing cock and that hot cum in me.

During all this I became so weak there were times I could not move. But after some water and rest he was back at me. Even as weak as I was, I just wanted him to keep it up.

We both finally fell asleep and in the morning I could hardly walk at first. He laughed and asked how I had liked it. I told him honestly how mad I had been about his doing this but that now I had a different attitude and told him he could have me whenever he wanted and I hoped it was often! We talked open and honestly about sex and each other. He was actually a nice guy (okay, maybe not so nice in the beginning) who admitted that doing this was a power trip that he had done before with other girls but it was different with me. He told me I was the best sexual partner he had ever had and that it could get nothing but better if we kept up. What was just going to be a night of sex for him and a simple, no feeling thing for me, had changed us both.

He told me to go find John, have him get me home and deal with him however I thought best. I went to John's room. He was there and awake and worried that I had been gone all night. I told him I was fine and to get me home, we would talk.

So on the way, and at my place, I told him a general story about what had happened, no real specific details. I told him that Brad and I would probably be seeing each other again, to which his eyes immediately got big and he said "What the fuck?".

I told him to remember that he had started this and that I found I really liked having sex with Brad. I also told him it was going to continue because Brad was the most incredible fuck I had ever had. He wanted to know what was so special but I just told him again to remember this was his idea. We could stay as 'friends with benefits' but not exclusive.

He was probably very hurt but I reminded him again that this was what he wanted and he had to live with the consequences.

The end of the story is that I was with Brad at the next party, much to my delight! And then everyone went home for Christmas break.

I saw John over break and we had sex several times but it was not the same. The next semester John and I saw each other less and less; it was never the same.

I and another girl, Brit, were Brad's sluts until the end of the year. There were many threesomes and some foursomes when Brad brought another guy of his choosing, never John, into the action with us. Both of us women became his total sluts, doing whatever he wanted whenever and wherever he wanted. We both enjoyed it tremendously!

He was the most insatiable guy I had ever met to this point in my life. He could do it endlessly and his cums were huge in quantity and so were mine. The three of us had gotten S.T.D. tested so we knew bare was safe and I was, of course, using birth control.

The guys I had been with before him were generally good for one good load and then a few more with much smaller quantities. Brad was incredible, he shot huge loads! When he came in my mouth he overwhelmed me with the amount I had to swallow. Sometimes he used a cock ring to extend his hard-on even longer.

When he was with me and Brit he always made sure that we were both involved in the action somehow. He is responsible for my first of many bi experiences with Brit. He would have us doing each other while he was in one of us. These weekend experiences always left me totally wrung out but more satisfied than I had ever imagined could happen.

The university had thousands of students and had many buildings. He seemed to know so many places. He knew both our schedules and every week, at least once and usually more often, I would get a text or call saying meet me here or there at a specific time.

There were several parking garages where I was bent over a car and filled up. Stairwells that had little if any use except for us fucking, roofs of buildings, stacks in little used parts of several libraries, vacant building and buildings under construction; he was very inventive. We never got caught. There were close calls but never caught in the act.

I learned quickly to always wear panties and carry panty liners so that I could use one afterwards to catch the cum drips that continued for some time. Sometimes I went commando and then I would use a tampon to hold it back. I never knew if it was going to be a blow job or fucking or both.

Brit and I would txt each other before and after with a brief description of what happened and where. We both were total sluts for him and loved every minute of it!

He graduated and I reevaluated myself. I was 18 when this started and thought I knew about sex. I had just turned nineteen by the end of the year. By then I knew that I was a total novice at the beginning but had sexually progressed farther than many women many years older than I.

That year was the end of my fraternity parties and that behavior. Although it opened my eyes sexually and I continued and continue to be a very sexual being, that scenario never repeated. I still wondered what happened to Brad in his life. Some things we will never know.

I would really appreciate your comments.