[MFM] College experiment is a bit more than I bargained for.

I broke up with my boyfriend over Christmas break. He’s a really wonderful guy, and I wish him the best, but now that we’ve both been in college for half a year, we’ve been drifting apart, not the least because we now live half a country away from each other. I still love him, but I’m not still “in love” with him, and we both felt like we needed to be on our own to really explore and enjoy everything that college has to offer.

Well, fast forward two months later, and not much had changed. I’m a bit of a social recluse, so I’ve been using all this new single time to stay in my dorm room, watch anime, play video games, and watch porn. Lots, and lots of porn. Back in high school, my social group pretty much consisted of my boyfriend (who I started dating in middle school) and his friends. I haven’t really gotten to know anyone at college yet. There’s my roommate, but she’s more into horses and partying; we never really had much in common. So pretty much, I’ve been a shut-in for months.

I’d broken up with my boyfriend, a very tearful experience for both of us, so that I could explore myself, and here I was, wasting all that time and potential. I’d sit in my dorm, night after night, furiously masturbating to more and more fucked up kinds of porn, and never actually doing anything myself. I’d only ever done anything with my boyfriend, and even then, we only actually had sex a handful of times, always in missionary with a condom (even though I’m on the pill).

Well, last week I decided, enough was enough. I would shut down the shy voice inside of my, I’d go out, and I’d have a crazy experience. I’d see girls in porn get tied up, tortured in dungeons, gangbanged, just do all these extremely slutty things, and they turned me on so much. Obviously, I’m not setting foot anywhere near a sex dungeon, but I did want to feel slutty. I’ve never felt slutty in my life, and I wanted it. Bad.

So this past Friday I decided to go out on the prowl. I heard in one of my classes about a party at the upperclassmen townhouses. I would go, I would find a random, hot guy, and I would fuck him! I am slut, hear me roar! Girls do that in college all the time, right? It’s what you do in college…right?

So I spent about an hour trying on clothes. Normally I couldn’t care less about clothes, just throw whatever I could find on before going to class. I only actually own three dresses, but I cycled between them like a dozen times before settling on a short little green one. Luckily, where I go to school is warm year-round (unlike my frigid hometown) so I could actually get away with a light dress with no panties in February.

I suppose I should tell you what I look like. I’m a pale, freckled ginger, way too skinny and too short and no boobs whatsoever, with shoulder-length, curly red hair. Normally, the curtains match the drapes, but with the adventure I was hoping for, I decided to shave completely bare.

So that was me, heart pounding a thousand miles a minute, wearing a (hopefully) cute little dress, walking on my own towards the townhouses. I watched knots of people laughing and generally being loud college kids. I swear to god, I almost turned around and went back home at least a half dozen times, but somehow, my feet took me to the house where I’d heard there would be a party. Obviously, there was; people hanging out front smoking cigarettes, loud music bumping from inside, red cups littering the lawn. I walked up to the door, willing myself to knock, but didn’t even have to. The door swung open and some dude I’d never met before jovially yelled, “Come on in!” So I did.

Inside was dark. “Dance” music blasted from the speakers, and there was a keg in the corner. I had, and still have, no idea how to use a keg, but fortunately, some guy helped me fill up a red cup. I clutched that cup for dear life and stood in the corner, drinking the rather nasty beer, watching the dancing students gyrate. I’d had beer before, never really liked it, but right then I needed it. I don’t believe I’d ever been that nervous before. Little did I know, it wasn’t even the most nervous I’d be that night.

So I went back to helpful keg guy three or four times, and each subsequent beer tasted better and went down easier. For the first time in my life, I was getting drunk. At some point, I lost the cup, but it didn’t matter. I wanted to dance! I actually wanted to! Every school dance I’d ever been to, I’d hated, wallflowering until I could get the fuck out, but now, I was shaking my hips, waving my arms, moving with the rest of the crowd. I finally got dancing.

I realized on the dancefloor that I was rubbing my ass against some guy’s crotch. Don’t remember moving up against him, or him approaching me, just, suddenly grinding. I looked over my shoulder to see who I was pressing against. It wasn’t very well lit, but he looked hot. Muscled, lean, with short black hair. As I caught a glimpse, the uninhibited part of me took over, and I pulled him into a ferocious kiss. Then I whispered in his ear, “Fuck me.”

My stomach dropped. Did I really just say that? I got at least 40% sober in that moment after I said that, terrified of his response. I wasn’t sure if I was more scared of being rejected or accepted. But he just smiled, and took me by the hand, leading me through the crowd out the door. My heart started pounding a million miles a minute. It was actually happening.

We talked a bit while walking. I’m sure that I slurred my speech, but he wasn’t completely sober either. He told me that he lived back at the dorms, just like me. He wasn’t an upperclassman, as it turns out. No biggie for me, I wasn’t looking for an older guy, just a hot one. I let slip way, way more than I was planning to, how I hadn’t had sex in months, how I’d never really done anything adventurous, how I wanted to feel like a slut. My brain kept screaming at me to shut up, but my body just wouldn’t comply. It was loving it.

“You really want to feel like a slut?” he asked. I nodded. He looked around, then pulled me towards a maintenance shed. Behind the shed, we were completely hidden from view of the campus. Then he unzipped, and out flopped his dick. It was semi-hard already, and getting harder. Bigger than my ex’s for sure, but not huge. I wrapped one tiny hand around it and began to rub up and down, while he pulled me in for some vigorous kissing.

After a moment of internal warring, I let go of both cock and kiss and dropped to my knees on the grass. I opened my mouth and slowly took his cock in. He tasted salty and sweaty, but not bad at all. I bobbed up and down on him, slowly at first, then faster and faster. I wasn’t able to fit much of him in my mouth, put the part that I could, I went to town on.

After a few minutes of moaning and light hair-tugging, he pulled me off of him. “Don’t want to finish too soon,” he said. I had lost myself completely in the act, and stood up again, a bit dazed. I felt it. I felt slutty. Here I was, blowing a guy I’d met maybe twenty minutes prior, and I fucking loved it. “C’mon,” he said, “let’s get back to my place.”

Well, we did, with much groping and feeling on the way. His building, it turns out was right next to mine, and he lived on the fourth floor. He unlocked his door with a punchcode (thank god our school uses punchcodes instead of keys…you’ll find out later why) and let me in. His roommate, a shorter, stockier guy with dark skin and a curly mess of hair, was sitting at his computer, and looked up when we came in.

His roommate got the cue immediately, and, with a rushed apology, started packing up his stuff to vacate the room for us, and that’s when my alcohol addled brain said it. The single craziest sentence I’ve ever uttered in my entire goddamn life.

“He can stay.”

Both roommates turned to look at me with their mouths agape. Inside, I was screaming at myself. What? No! What? Did I just say that? Did those words just come out of my mouth? I tried my best not to let my nerves get the best of me, and instead, I pulled Black (heretofore both roommates will be known by the color of their hair, since I never got their names) over to what I assumed was his bed. I sat on the edge and pulled him towards me, wrapping my legs around his waist as I explored his mouth with my tongue. Then, he let me flop back onto the bed, and he pulled the dress off of me, over my head.

And suddenly, there I was, naked, in a room with two strong, fully dressed guys. I couldn’t believe that I was here, doing this. I also couldn’t believe how much I loved it. I decided, if I was going to go for this, I’d have to go all the way. So I slid off the bed and sauntered over to Brown. At least, I hope I sauntered. I grabbed at his zipper, and had a bit of trouble getting it down, but he took over a moment later, and his jeans dropped in a flash. I brought my head down, still standing, and wrapped my lips around his mostly soft cock. He tasted…less good, but at this point, I didn’t fucking care. I sucked with wild abandon; still couldn’t fit that much, but I could be enthusiastic. From behind me, I felt Black’s fingers on my legs, working their way up. I spread my legs a bit wider to let him have better access, and he slipped a finger inside my pussy. I gasped around Brown’s cock as I felt him enter, then pushed myself against his hand.

Moments later, Black pulled out, and then picked me up bodily. He brought me back over to his bed, and laid me down. He kissed around my clit as his fingers worked back into me, two fingers this time, then three. I bucked and moaned as he pushed into me, as Brown climbed onto the bed and started sucking my right nipple.

Black pulled out of me again and opened up his desk drawer, where he pulled out a condom. “Don’t worry,” I said, “I’m on the pill.” He grinned like a madman, and threw the condom away before tearing off his own clothes. He climbed on top of me, and, with a little direction from my hand, his cock pushed its way into my soaking wet pussy. I grabbed whatever I could to brace myself against the sudden fullness, which, it turned out, was the sheet’s in my left hand, and Brown’s cock in my right. He moved up so that I could have a better angle, thinking I’d been trying to suck him again. I hadn’t, but now that it presented itself, I wasn’t going to turn it down.

From there, things were kind of a blur. Brown picked me up and deposited me on all fours before fucking me from behind, as I tasted my own sweetness all over Black’s dick. At one point I was riding on top of Brown, and Black tried facefucking me. I couldn’t, like, physically couldn’t take his entire dick, but I certainly had more dick in my mouth than I’d ever had in my entire life, and almost gagged several times. At one point, Black tried putting his dick in my ass; that was the only time I gave a hard no. But, I did let him finger it at one point while he fucked my pussy.

I’d be lying if I told you I remembered exactly how all that went down. There were so many sensations, so many positions, so many angles, I completely lost myself in it. I can say that, at almost all times from that point on, there was a dick in my pussy and a dick in my mouth. I felt like a whore, like a slut being completely used, and I absolutely loved it. Even when I was planning my slut-night, I never expected that I might get double-teamed, but here I was, taking a pounding from two sexy men like a pornstar. I was in heaven. Slut heaven.

I do know how this all ended, though. I don’t think I could ever forget. I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive them for it, either. Part of me loved it, but they did NOT ask for permission, and there could have been dire consequences for me. I certainly won’t be going back to see them, no matter how good the sex was.

Black was fucking me from behind, pounding harder and faster than he had all night, when he said he was going to cum. He pulled me off of him (as you can tell, both guys were pretty strong, and had no problem throwing me around), and forced me down on my knees. He then came all over my face, I mean, buckets. BUCKETS! He must have not gotten any for weeks, I felt like a live-action Jackson Pollock piece. Well, watching me take that load must have been enough for Brown, because before Black was done pumping, Brown was also standing above me, shooting his own load. It wasn’t as much, but it was a solid load, and after the two of them, I was completely soaked. It had gotten in my eyes, too, so I had them screwed shut.

“Can you help me clean off?” I asked.

“Sure,” Black said, and helped me to my feet by my arm. He slowly, carefully guided me as I walked, trusting his care. I didn’t hear the door open. I did hear it slam behind me, seconds after he took his hand off of my arm. I forced my eyes open through the cum and looked around in panic and bewilderment. I was standing, coated in cum, in the extremely well-lit hallway in their dorm. Alone.

I knocked on their door softly. Then again. I wanted to scream at them to let me in, but that could have attracted attention. And anyway, if they weren’t going to let me back in, pounding the door wasn’t going to change that. I was on my own.

Making it back to my dorm was…challenging. I was completely mortified, terrified someone might discover me. I crept into the back stairwell and made it down two stairs out of three before I heard the door open and voices. I darted into the 2nd floor hallway, where there was thankfully nobody, and hid in a nearby closet for a few minutes. Once I felt like the coast was probably clear, I carefully peeked out, then went back to the stairwell, and got outside.

Now, the dorms were right next to each other, but there was a gap of, like, thirty feet of zero cover between the two. I crept along the wall of their dorm, staying behind the bushes and totally scratching up my naked body all over the place. I crouched behind the bushes closest to my dorm, keeping an eye out. It was well into the wee hours of the morning, but it is a college campus on Friday night, so there were still students walking back and forth. I waited for what felt like an eternity until I couldn’t see or hear anyone coming, and then I broke my bush cover and sprinted for the door.

I punched the keycode in at light speed and ran inside. I live on the second floor, so I immediately took off up the mercifully empty stairwell. One peek out the stairwell door, and I was in my own hallway. Then at my door. As I finished punching in my own door’s code, I heard the door at the far end of the hallway open. I did see someone just start to walk through, but my own door was open now, and I dove inside and yanked it shut. I don’t think they saw anything.

I had made it home. I collapsed on my bed for a few minutes, breathing heavily, still in shock from everything that just happened. Part of me loved it. All of it. I had, after all, wanted to feel slutty, and nothing feels sluttier than fleeing home, naked and covered in cum, from a double-team hook up. Part of me was furious that they would have the nerve to do that. I’d thought they were decent guys. In retrospect, I realized I knew literally nothing about them. Part of me was just thinking about how much that dress had cost.

After a few minutes of calming down, I went over to my sink and looked in a mirror. I looked amazing, which is to say, I looked terrible. The mascara I’d applied earlier had run down my face and mingled with the cum. Buckets, it turns out, was a pretty accurate statement; my face was completely glazed over. My eyes still hurt from having cum in them, and I could see small scratches and lesions on my shoulders, arms, and, well, pretty much everywhere. I looked completely fucked up; you know how they show pornstars “after the shot”, all messed up and destroyed? I could have given any of them a real run for their money. Despite it all, I grinned at myself in the mirror. It was crazy, it was scary, it was *wrong*, but it was definitely an experience, and that’s what I had wanted. Mission accomplished.

I debated myself about washing up. Part of me was treating my ruined face as a trophy of the night, but in the end, I decided it would be hella gross to wake up that way, so I rinsed off my face and collapsed naked on my bed. I was asleep within instants. The next day I woke up and realized I hadn’t done such a great rinsing job anyway; there was dried cum all over my cheeks and neck and chest. I wrapped a towel around myself and headed to the dorm bathroom to shower, but when I opened the door, I saw a small package in front of the door, wrapped in newspaper. It was my green dress. How they figured out where I live, I have no idea.

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