My [F] Slutty Journey: Part 1 – Two Loads of Frat Cum [MF]

I originally joined Reddit for relatively benign reasons, but I got captivated by this sub and was inspired to write down my slutty stories by someone else who posts here. I am 29 now and went through a fairly slutty period in college and then a few years thereafter. I hope you enjoy these stories.

In my freshman year of college, I was no stranger to sex. I was attractive, confident, outgoing, and comfortable in my own body. However, before the time of this story, my sex life had been limited to things I did with myself, my boyfriends, and a few regular FWBs. I kept a low profile about it and was generally seen as a responsible young woman. This all changed the autumn of my freshman year.

I was 18 and eager to embrace Greek life on my campus. I had been to several parties since I started university, and those usually involved some grinding and ended up with finding someone to make out with – nothing too crazy. I had heard stories of women with bad experiences and wanted to be cautious. My rule was that I wanted to remain sober enough to remember the evening.

One theme you’ll find running through my stories is what I’m going to call responsible exhibitionism (well, mostly responsible). This means that I try to avoid doing anything illegal or socially devastating (like sex in high risk places) but I enjoy showing off in revealing clothes.

I don’t know where this interest in exhibitionism came from, though it seems to have something to do with power. At some point, I realized the power my body had over men, and it became a huge turn on to use it. I spent a fair amount of time (and money) acquiring a wardrobe of overtly slutty items. It was like a shadow wardrobe – I had the acceptable stuff to wear to class and in normal situations, and I had the slutty stuff I’d break out whenever I could get away with it. There were a couple of times when I drove to a coffee shop in a different part of town (where I was less likely to be recognized) dressed in a slutty outfit with the sole purpose of getting a free coffee out of it. Both the power of being able to do that and the feeling of so many eyes on me made me so turned on that I would go back to car and masturbate immediately.

Anyway, after going to enough parties to get to know people and become comfortable that nothing bad was going to happen, I decided to start being more liberal with my slutty wardrobe. The party where this story takes place had a Cowboy/cowgirls theme. I wore a gingham tube top (no bra) that showed plenty of tummy and very short blue jean cutoffs (no undies), along with cute sandals. This was more aggressive than my previous party outfits, and I caught a different vibe as soon as I walked in. People were staring – men in lust and women in some combination of envy, admiration, distaste, and maybe also lust. I got that feeling I get when there are eyes on me; it’s almost like a little high that makes me very on edge horny.

So the party goes on and I’m drinking a bit and start dancing with a guy we’ll call J. He’s tall, which is good because I’m relatively tall for a woman. I’ve seen him at parties before but never talked. He seems pretty smooth with his dancing and I’m feeling good. He gradually gets more daring with where he puts his hands. When he’s behind me, grinding his erection into my shorts while holding my bare abdomen, I know that I won’t be able to say no to wherever he takes this. After a few more minutes of very erotic grinding, he’s now in front of me and I’m basically riding his thigh. The shorts I’m wearing are small and tight enough that a little bit of my butt cheek peeks out at the bottom. While I’m grinding on his thigh, he reaches around and caresses this part of my ass – right below the shorts – not in a groping way, but in a very soft, teasing way. This almost pushed me over the edge and I thought I’d orgasm right there.

Before I could though, he stopped and led me by the hand through the crowd and upstairs to a bedroom. Now, at this point I had not pledged my sorority, but I knew I wanted to and I needed to impress people. I knew it was not classy to go upstairs alone with a guy (my future sorority had a rule that you had to be in a pair), and in fact I learned a few months later during pledge that being seen like this at this party was a point against me for some of the houses (I ended up getting into my second choice though). So I was a little anxious about going upstairs and was trying to be as discreet as possible, but I was also extremely aroused.

When we got to the bedroom, we made out hot and heavy while he pressed me against the door, and I could feel his dick pressing into my stomach (he was that much taller).

I start trying to get the zipper on his jeans down but he just takes control and tells me to kneel. That was such a turn on. I had never had a guy be that firm with me before. He unzipped his own pants and pulled out a very nice dick. I wrapped my hand around it and heard him gasp a bit. I started working my mouth magic on his rod and was breathing very heavy. However, I could feel a slight bit of hesitation on his part, like he wanted to do something different. So I looked up at him with the best doe eyes I could muster and said “do whatever you want with me.”

This little bit unleashed something. He told me to take off my top, which I did quickly. My breasts aren’t that large, but I remember they were very tan and my nipples we super stiff. He pawed at them while I continued to suck his dick with abandon.

After a few minutes, he said “I want to fuck you.” Now here is where the story might disappoint some of you, but in the spirit of keeping it real, I won’t embellish. I said “get a condom.” He first checked his pockets and couldn’t find one. Then he went over to the drawers and started rummaging around. He still couldn’t seem to find one. While he was searching, I had taken my shorts off. The crotch had gotten wet from my pussy and it felt good to get them off.

Giving up on the condom search, he just said, “let me fuck your mouth.” The way he said it sent electricity through my body. I nodded my consent. He had me sit on the floor beside the bed and he sort of straddled my face, leaning the back of my head against the mattress. He had me grab his thighs and told me to squeeze if I needed a break. He cock had gotten semi soft during the condominium search but it got hard again pretty quickly as I applied suction to the head. As it stiffened he put his hands on each side of my head to hold me still and began thrusting his hips.

Usually when I had given blowjobs before, it was me doing the work. This was different. I wasn’t giving him anything – he was literally just fucking my face, using my mouth as a hole. All I could do was keep my lips taught and try not to gag. I felt deliciously dirty just letting myself be used.

I used one my hands to start rubbing my clit and fingering myself. I was so wet. I could have made myself orgasm instantly but I decided to wait for him. He had my head pushed against the mattress right now and was vigorously fucking me. My eyes were watering and I was drooling all over the place.

I could sense him starting to get close. I had no idea what he was going to do with his cum but I didn’t care. He started calling me things like “good little slut” and this pushed me over the edge. My body tensed up as an orgasm washes over me. This in turn seemed to push him over the edge and he exploded in my mouth. The first shot of cum was deep and I wasn’t ready due to my own orgasm so I gagged pretty hard. This caused him to pull out mid-ejaculation to leave about half of his load on my face. The gagging and such prevented me from getting a good swallow (which I would normally do) so some of it ended up drooling out onto my chest.

I sat there momentarily while we caught our breath. I took his deflating dick into my mouth and cleaned it off. Then I started smearing the cum on my breasts around my nipple with one finger. He said something about how that was hot because most of the girls he had fucked wanted to clean up right away. I admitted that I really did like the feel of it and I liked how it made me feel dirty.

He got a little quiet and then asked me if I’d ever had two guys cum on me at the same time. I said no. He then said “what if I text my friend M and have him come up here.”

I thought about this for a second. I was still turned on but didn’t want to get in a situation I couldn’t handle. I also didn’t think I could handle another face fucking and didn’t want to fuck a different guy at the time, sine my connection was really with J. So we sort of negotiated all of this, and I agreed to give M a handjob and let him cum on my chest.

J sends the text and we wait a bit, nervous chit chatting. Apparently J and M had had a threesome together the prior year, which did put some ideas in my head (a story for later). I was getting a bit self conscious as the hotness faded and I was aware of the cum drying on my chin and chest.

Finally M knocks and J tells him to come in. They make some awkward bro-y small talk. Meanwhile, I’m still sitting by the bed. I decide I need to break the ice and just say, “M, J tells me you might like to cum on these,” as I fondle my boobs for him. That makes them stop talking and I tell him to take off his pants as I get up and sit on the bed.

He gets his clothes off and has half a hard on. His dick is not quite as nice as J’s, but is acceptable. He walks over to me, somewhat shyly. I grab his dick and start working it carefully. He closes his eyes and starts breathing heavily. As this goes on I lay back on the bed and let him straddle my chest. I put his dick in my mouth briefly to lube it up, which seems to really excite him. I’m starting to get really wet again as I can feel his cock twitch in my hand.

J comes over and starts to finger me while M straddles my abdomen with me stroking his dick using my saliva as lube. This goes on for maybe 5 minutes before M takes his dick info his own hand. He takes the head of his dick and rubs it on my nipples. Then just a few more strokes and his warm semen is spurring across my chest. It wasn’t the biggest load ever but combined what J had deposited earlier, there was a nice coating to my boobs.

M dismounted and J fingered me for another minute until I had another orgasm, while I rubbed the cum into my tits.

M got dressed and went back to the party pretty quickly. J told me he wanted to fuck me properly at some point and we traded numbers. I wiped as much cum as I could off with tissue from the nightstand, though I still felt sticky.

Despite being pretty disheveled, I put my slut clothes back on. My shorts still had a wet spot and I smelled like cum, but frat parties pretty much smell of beer and body odor, so nobody said anything. I had a few more drinks and danced with a few more guys before heading back home with my girlfriends.

When I got back to my place, I stripped naked, laid on my bed, and used my dildo for several more intense orgasms. I remember still being able to feel some stickiness from the cum. I remember thinking about how dirty and naughty it felt to let myself be used. I remember thinking I wanted more.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cejprt/my_f_slutty_journey_part_1_two_loads_of_frat_cum