In part 1, I was a 16-year-old, desperate, cock-starved virgin. Until I met a boy in high school, his name was Brad. He gave me everything sexual I asked from him, and then some. I’m not sure how many times he fucked me – 500? 1000?

Just before graduation, we had one final absolutely wonderful fuck, before we both went off to different colleges, hundreds of miles apart.

College was my first time not living under my parents’ roof, in a dorm room a long way from what had always been my home.

Four sorority dorm buildings, eight rooms per building, formed a square, each looking into a shared garden.

When the moon was bright enough, or if a woman left her light on, we all could see who was fucking whom that night, and how skilled (or unskilled) he was at it.

Oh yeah, we sorority women noticed each guy’s every muscle, and rated them. We rated their cocks, too. And we talked about each guy, well into the night.

When the chatting and giggling ended, and all lights went out, you could hear vibrators buzzing in every room. The women who were lucky enough to get fucked that night, and those who weren’t, all moaning and dreaming of her next deep, hard fuck.

It took me about 4 or 5 weeks to fully adjust to campus life. And to find out where the hottest guys hung out: at the campus gym.

Once I knew where to find relief for my neglected pussy, which hadn’t seen a real cock since my goodbye fuck with Brad five weeks earlier, I slipped into my tiniest sports bra, my skimpiest and most transparent shorts, and began shooting hoops in the gym.

At ages 19 and 20, none of the guys in the gym were boys, like Brad had been in high school. These were men! Real men. Hot, delicious men – with rippling arm, leg, and chest muscles. The kind of man you want to climb on right after class, feel his powerful arms wrapped tightly around you, and not dismount until well past dawn the next day.

I was sinking basket after basket in the gym, when he walked in. Six foot five of yummy masculinity, chest to toe muscles, dark wavy hair atop his stunningly handsome face, no shirt, short wispy curly light-brown chest hairs. And barely any shorts to hide those long manly legs, which I hoped would soon be powering an enormous hard cock into depths that Brad could never have reached.

Hot Guy bounced a basketball hard on the floor, caught it, and tossed it perfectly into the net. I jumped high, and I flawlessly sank into my net, before his basketball even hit the gym floor.

“You like playing with balls?” he asked, and then he stammered, “That didn’t come out quite how I meant it to.”

“I know what you meant,” I grinned. “And to answer both of your questions, yes, I very much enjoy playing with balls,” I winked at him. “My name is Bree,” I extended my right hand out to him.

“I’m Lance,” he shook my hand and flashed me a charming smile.

“Does that mean I’m going to get Lanced tonight?” I giggled nervously but eagerly.

“Maybe,” Lance winked. “Why don’t we have dinner together first, and we’ll see where our evening goes from there.”

I pouted a little when he slipped a polo shirt over his magnificent bare masculine chest, and slipped a pair of black trousers over his athletic legs. He wasn’t too happy, either, when I slipped a skirt over my nearly transparent shorts, and a sweater over my low-cut sports bra, hiding my cleavage

But when he led me by the hand to his car, my smile quickly returned, just to be holding his hand.

His car was a standard run-of-the-mill sedan, in good shape. But not being a gold-digger, I didn’t mind at all that he didn’t drive a quarter million-dollar sports car.

“There’s one thing I’m dying to find out about you, Lance.”

“Well, as you can see, I’m not wealthy, but I’m not poor, either.”

I laughed. “That’s not what I want to know,”

As his car pulled away from the curb, I rested my hand on his crotch. He was hard as hell and throbbing powerfully, causing me to let out a long, slow, happy purr.

“Did that answer your question, Bree?”

“Yes and no,” I batted my eyes at him. “My other question, could I have that for dessert, after this dinner you’re taking me to?”

 ******

The restaurant was very nice. Soft, romantic lighting. Not palatial, but several rungs above the fast food I’d been subsisting on since I arrived on campus several weeks earlier. Real linen tablecloths and napkins, real silverware. The fish I ordered had a light coating of sauce, and just a hint of lemon.

A band started to play, and Lance asked me to dance with him. It felt great to be in his strong arms. The ever-growing trouser bulge against my thighs, as he whirled me around the dance floor, felt even better.

“Don’t forget,” I grinned, “You promised me dessert.”

“Are you hungry?” Lance winked.

I rubbed my palm and fingertips over the crotch of his tight trousers. “Famished,” I grinned.

When we got to my dorm room, I threw open the blinds, turned on the lights, and peered out the window. Only one other room was lighted, where a blonde was rapidly and eagerly bouncing up and down on a dreamy Italian-type man.

I unzipped Lance, and a beautiful reddish-purple, hard, throbbing cock sprang out. “Mmm!” I yelled, loud enough to wake all of my dorm neighbors. “What is that, about seven inches?”

“Seven and a half, actually,” Lance boasted softly.

 That was even bigger than High School Brad. I liked that.

“Can you repeat that, louder?” I asked, “So all my sorority sisters can hear?”

“I have a seven and a half inch cock!” Lance shouted.

Several lights went on, across the square.

I shouted: “And I’m going to take all seven and a half inches down my throat!”

That got every light on the square on.

I moved us in front of the window. Even the bouncing blonde paused, to watch me swallow the biggest, hardest cock any of us sorority sluts had ever seen. “YUMMY!” I shouted. Then, as he throbbed powerfully in my throat, I cried out repeatedly, “Yes, yes, YES!”

The blonde resumed riding her man, as I loudly and joyously gulped down every last tasty drop of Lance’s thick, warm sperm.

About forty pairs of very jealous female eyes kept switching focus between the riding blonde and hungry cock-sucking me.

“FUCK me!” the blonde yelled.

“That’s a great idea. FUCK me, Lance!”

He tossed me on the bed and slowly sank into me. “HARDER!” I loudly demanded. “Much, MUCH harder!”

Every window flew open, as the girls all leaned out and watched my hungry pussy getting pounded mercilessly. “Yes, YYYYESSS! FUCK me!”

“God your sperm feels sssoooooooo good, exploding into me,” I yelled.

Lance kept coming in my pussy, until I overflowed with sperm. Until my trembling pussy had no more orgasms left to soak his cock with.

“Mom was right,” I mumbled.

“Right about what?”

“Oh, just that one can’t really be a slut when fucking boys, like I did in high school. To truly become a slut requires a man, a real man...like you!”

I scooped up some sperm from my thighs, and slipped my sticky finger into my mouth.

“Mmmmm, YUM!” I purred.

 ******

The next day at lunch, all the sorority girls dropped by my table, five to ten at a time. They all told me to dish the details.

I told them his name is Lance. I told them how there isn’t an inch of his naked body that isn’t rippling manly muscles. I told them how his cock slid so far down my throat that I could feel it under my breasts. I told them how he flooded and overflowed my pussy,

Some of my sorority sisters called me a “lucky little bitch.”

I noticed Lance standing at the end of the college cafeteria. When all my sorority sisters had left, he strolled over to my table.

“You’re quite the exhibitionist,” Lance winked. “I saw how you made sure everyone was watching us.”

Lance told me he’s the photographer for the college yearbook. “How about you drop by the yearbook office, and I can photograph you with your mouth full of my cock?”

“I doubt,” I laughed, “that the yearbook editor would print that photo.”

“So that’s a no?” Lance’s face saddened.

“Actually, I’ve never had sex on camera, sounds like fun.”

In the yearbook office later that week, Lance photographed me stripping for him, and he photographed his big, hard, beautiful cock, right in the middle of my happy smile. He emailed that photo to me, and I still have it, I still cherish that memory.

I called my mom later that night, and told her all about Lance. “Oh, Mom, I’m no longer fucking a high school boy. Now I’m getting fucked by a real man.”

“I’m so proud of you, Bree! You’re on the path to becoming as big a slut as your mom is.”

Dad chimed in, “I’m proud of you, too. Never turn down any opportunity to get the full college experience.”

I emailed Lance’s photo to mom, the one where he is looking up at my smiling face, as I lean over him and suck his magnificent cock all the way down to his balls.

“You done good,” mom told me. “Smart, handsome, and good in bed. I think I’m getting jealous of my own daughter.” After a pause, “You’re following in your mom’s footsteps. Your father is still the best fuck in the whole state.”

Then mom said, “I gotta go now, Bree. I’m not about to waste your dad’s beautiful hard-on, when I could cram it into my hungry pussy with both hands.”

I heard trousers being unzipped, just before the phone hung up.

 *****

Lance and I fucked a lot that autumn. I mean, a lot.

We had been going at it hot and heavy for quite a while, and I enjoyed Lance’s big cock and muscular body every time. But my dad’s words, never to miss an opportunity for the full college experience, echoed in my brain. I’d had only two cocks so far – Brad and Lamce. That was a long way from my goal to be a total slut.

I soon found my next opportunity. I was searching the campus library book stacks, for books that could help me write my college term paper. In the book stacks was an absolutely dreamy man. On pure instinct, I knelt in front of him, unzipped him, and slowly worked his thick, hard cock down my throat.

At first, he was startled at my boldness. But soon he was thrusting down my throat, as eagerly as I was sucking him.

I really enjoyed that. Whenever I wasn’t in class, or riding Lance in the yearbook office, I was scouring the book stacks for random hot men I could suck.

Soon, I had six totally dreamy studs I was regularly sucking, among the college library book stacks, as well as sucking and riding Lance every chance I got.

Mom and dad told me they were so proud that I was finding my path through a happy life, bringing joy wherever I went, and enjoying every moment.

 ******

The last of the hot autumn days were upon us. I had no idea that my already great life was about to become much better, forever.

I was walking across the campus, when this tall, slender, curvy brunette was walking toward me, also crossing the campus.

She wore extra-short cutoff jeans shorts, which showed off her endless legs from the front as she approached me, and her flawless ass as she passed me. She also wore a teeny tiny pink bikini top, which hid almost nothing, and through which her very hard nipples were blaring. Her dainty feet and bright red toenail polish were highlighted by her strappy black high heels.

I turned around and watched her cute ass as she passed me.

I followed her for a few paces, and then I told her that she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

She smiled weakly. “That’s very flattering. But I’m not a lesbian.”

“Neither am I,” I told her honestly,

“Aren’t you the woman who’s always sucking cock in the campus library?”

“Yup, that’s me. See? I’m a cock-hungry slut, not a lesbian. But I stand by my statement, you are very beautiful, ummm --”

“Christina. My friends call me Tina.”

“I’m Brianna. My friends call me Bree,”

We parted company. At that point, it didn’t look like we would ever be close enough friends, to ever call each other Tina and Bree.

The encounter made me all tingly. So, I headed for the yearbook office, and drained Lance’s balls deep into my pussy. That made me feel much better.

 *****

The next day in science class, Tina told me “I need to talk to you after class.”

We found an empty table, in a far corner of the campus cafeteria.

Tina smiled at me. “I want to change my ‘no’ to a ‘yes.’”

I looked at her, with a completely bewildered expression.

“Last night,” Tina smiled. “I had a very erotic dream, that you and I were naked on a bed, hugging and kissing and scissoring. I want to turn that dream into reality.”

“So do I,” I smiled.

I took Tina by the hand, and led her to my sorority dorm room.

We frantically ripped the clothes off of each other, hugged naked, and tumbled onto my bed in a 69 position. I licked her clit, and she nibbled mine. I nibbled her clit, and she licked mine. We didn’t pause until both our faces were completely smeared in girl-come. Then we scissor-fucked like the sex-crazed 19-year-old sluts we both were.

Tina and I were able to arrange our busy study schedules and cock-riding schedules, so that we could fuck each other all night, twice a week.

Tina and I had been hooking-up regularly for a while, when two of my sorority sisters approached us. One of them looked at me, and told me ‘’I wish I had your courage, to act on my lesbian instincts.”

“Oh?” the second woman asked. “And who is the object of your lust?”

First woman : “YOU, silly!”

They kissed, and hand in hand, ran to the first woman’s dorm room.

Over the next few days, several other lesbian came to us for advice, and left to hook up. Soon, there were at least eight lesbian couples in our sorority house, including Tina and me. I was also still sucking and riding Lance every chance I got, and sucking each of my six regulars in the library book stacks.

 ******

Saturday nights on campus were great date-nights for straight and bi sorority women. But after a full week of classes, none of us had the energy to get all dolled-up for her man  - or for her woman, on a Friday night.

That is not to say that we weren’t all desperately horny every Friday night.

I think it was Jill and Lisa who got the tradition started. I’m not sure about that. But it soon became a tradition, every Friday night, for the eight lesbian couples in our sorority house, to have sex in front of each other, in the house study room. Some of my sorority sisters would switch partners. Although Tina and I enjoyed watching the orgy, we were content to fuck each other in front of the other couples, without hooking up with any of the other 14 women.

Sometimes, the other sorority women would bring their boyfriends to the weekly Friday night orgy. Tina and I would sometimes bring one of our men into the orgy. Our men would fuck other women in the orgy, and Tina and I would fuck some of the other men.

I told my parents, after each new experience. They were both so proud of me, that my slut training was going so well.

Mom mailed me a sleeveless red tank-top, which revealed acres of side-boob and cleavage, and was emblazoned in white letters, “Slut in Training.” Wearing that shirt around campus got me even more grade-A prime cock.

By now I was getting so much cock and pussy, that I had to make sure I set aside enough study time, so as to earn my college degree. And I was loving every moment of it.

 ******

After a while, the novelty of our sorority’s Friday night orgies began to wear off. Most of my sorority sisters preferred to fuck their men – or fuck each other – in the privacy of their own dorm room, rather than in the sorority house study room in front of the entire sorority.

To maintain our reputation as the sluttiest sorority on campus, the sorority president organized a Best Blowjob On Campus contest, or BBOC for short. We pronounced it Bee-Bock.

I was fucking Lance just about every night, and every day I was sucking one of my six studs in the school library. Tina had no one favorite, but there were eight different guys who got frequent invitations into her bed – one at a time, and sometimes two at a time.

So of course, Tina and I eagerly signed up to be in the Bee-Bock. But only four other of our sorority sisters signed up.

Our sorority had no trouble getting six of the hottest studs on campus to agree to each be sucked by some of the most beautiful and sluttiest women on campus.

We six sluts got naked and entered the sorority house study room. The six studs were brought into the room, and each did a slow, sensuous strip tease in front of us, until all six pussies were flowing with excitement. Then one stud was randomly assigned to each slut.

The rules were we each knelt and sucked our assigned stud standing in front of us. We had to make our studs come on our faces, not down our throats as we all would have preferred. This rule was so the judges could see and time the exact moment when each stud came. The first slut to make her assigned stud come on her face, won.

Tina licked and licked and licked circles around the cock-head of her assigned stud, and occasionally slid her tongue inside his pee hole. His cock jerked upward very hard, he moaned, and he sprayed a rope of sperm onto her forehead.

Meanwhile, I had my stud balls-deep down my throat. My tongue was licking his shaft inside of my mouth. As I slowly backed off of him, I continued licking. With a groan of intense pleasure, my assigned stud shot rope after rope after rope onto my nose, mouth, cheeks, and neck.

I had taken three seconds longer than Tina to make my stud explode, but I had almost twice as much come on my face as Tina had on hers.

I grabbed my stud with both hands, and I shoved him all the way back down my throat, He exploded about a gallon of sperm straight down into my digestive tract, and I was purring like a kitten getting its belly rubbed.

A third sorority sister, Le Ann, was licking up and down her stud’s shaft. Then she wrapped her right hand around his enormous cock, and pumped him, while planting soft kisses all over his cock-head. His cock came on her face and neck, ten seconds after my stud had come.

Seeing that they couldn’t win, the three other sluts gave up, without making their assigned studs come.

There was only one black cock among the six studs, and Tina called dibs on him. She led her naked ebony god by the hand, to her dorm room. There, she shoved him on his back on her bed, knelt over him, and ravenously sucked him down her throat, not quitting until his third explosion. Then she got on her hands and knees, and he doggy fucked her hungry pussy, until he had coaxed four intense orgasms out of her. Then he pumped her full of sperm, until she was overflowing.

That left two of the six studs with blue balls. I grabbed their cocks, and led them to my dorm room. I eagerly sucked one down my throat, while my hands stuffed the other into my open, wet, and hungry pussy.

After all three of us came, I had my studs switch which one was up my pussy and which was down my throat.

Then Tina and I switched off. She spent the rest of the night with my two studs. My first-ever Big Black Cock had me in absolute seventh heaven, until well past dawn. The color of his black cock looked so beautiful to me. I loved how his enormous cock stretched me open wider than I could ever have dreamed that my pussy was even capable of spreading. I was being fucked so good, so deep, so hard, by a 100 per cent dreamy sexy studly man now! I knew it was going to be hard to find a white man who could fill me that full of cock.

Tina and I got our photo in the campus newspaper, naked and hugging each other, with a caption explaining that we had just won the Best Blowjob on Campus contest.

The story elicited a “We’ll just see about that” attitude from a great many of the female students – and not just those in our slutty sorority. “Best blowjob on Campus? I’ll show them what a great blowjob looks like.”

For the next several weeks, I was seeing blowjobs everywhere on campus – in parked cars, in the bushes, leaning against trees, in the school library, in women’s restrooms, and in the cafeteria too. There wasn’t a frown on any woman on campus, just big happy smiles.

I even saw a female professor unzip a male professor, and eagerly gobble him down her throat, on the lawn right in front of the campus science hall. I could see his thick hard cock causing an enormous outward bulge in her throat. And I heard her happy purring, as she swallowed repeatedly,

They seemingly all wanted to prove that they were more skilled cock-suckers than Tina and I were. It all lasted for only a few weeks, before everyone went back to private sex. But while it lasted, it was beautiful to see all these women enjoying being total and uninhibited sluts. Just like I am.

When I told them about all of this, and sent them the photo from the campus newspaper, mom and dad once again told me how proud they are of me.

Mom told me I could throw away my “Slut in Training” shirt now. I was no longer in training. I had graduated to a full slut. Now that I was teaching others, by my own example, how to joyously be a slut, too, I had become a full-fledged slut, and damned proud of it.

*****

I had often bragged to my friends, how much fun I was having, fucking Lance in his yearbook staff office, and how absolutely yummy his cock was to suck.

So, one day, I invited Tina and LeAnn to join me in sucking Lance.

When the first, second, and third place winners of the Best Blowjob contest all entered his office together, Lance had no idea what was about to happen.

When six hands unzipped and removed his pants, and unbuttoned and removed his shirt, Lance’s face lit up in a glowing smile. His smile lasted even beyond our completely draining his balls down our throats.

Lance took a picture, which I still keep and cherish, of the three of us joyously kissing and licking his beautiful hard cock. I don’t know for certain, but I would be willing to bet that it’s still one of the happiest memories of his life, too.

Lance even persuaded the editor of the campus newspaper to publish a paragraph on page 3. “Guess which lucky yearbook photographer was just down the throats of the first, second, and third place winners of the Best Blowjob on Campus contest. They all deserve their awards.”

 ******

The Friday before our college graduation, our sorority threw a big orgy, and invited every sorority and fraternity to attend. There were so many naked male and female bodies, all of them so beautiful.

Tina and I didn’t want any other pussies but each other. But we both sucked and rode every cock at the orgy. And most of the women hooked up with each other, as well as with every stud.

My Lance was passed around from slut to slut, and I was so proud that so many women hungered for my man.

It was so wonderful to be a part of it all, still a very fond memory.

Also shortly before graduation, one of the professors arranged good-paying office jobs for Tina and me, two of the highest-scoring student grades on campus. In gratitude for finding good jobs fort both of us, Tina and I gave him a slow, passionate, two-tongue blowjob, which resulted in him erupting three times.

Then Tina and I retired to my dorm room, where we made love with each other from sunset until well past noon the next day. Mostly 69 and scissoring.

At the graduation ceremony, I was as proud of Tina’s and Lance’s college degrees, as I was of my own. We had all learned so much in college, scholastically and otherwise. My dad was so proud that I hadn’t missed any aspect of the college experience.

I had entered college as a girl, and as a slut-in-training. When I entered college, I had experienced only one cock. I graduated as a woman, and as a total slut, with a cock count of 16. And I was training others into the joyous slut lifestyle, too. My college years are full of so many happy memories.

After college, I lost contact with Lance. I found other men to enjoy. Ssssooo many other men!

I still hear often from LeAnn, third place winner in the Bee-Bock. She travels with four black musicians now. All four of them fuck her every night, and she loves that. She gets to hear hit songs while they are still being written, and she is at every concert. Every week, she gets to sightsee – and to get fucked in – a different city.

LeAnn mails me postcards from each city she visits, with a number written on the card – the number of times the entire band gang-banged her in that city. Who could ask for a better life than that?

In the third and final part of this autobiographical story, I will tell you about my life since college, and up through the present.