[MMF] showing a perspective freshman what college is all about

[Note: everyone in this story was over 18 at the time]

Most of my sexual experiences heading into college were pretty vanilla. It wasn’t until my freshmen year that I started to really explore and understand some of my own kinks. Specifically, one day towards the end of the first semester.

I went to a pretty large college with a big emphasis on football games. I myself didn’t really care to go to a lot of them; crowds weren’t really my thing. Besides, when games were on campus, the dorms were much more private. It was also much easier to get away with drinking as most of the RA’s and staff were at the games, and the police were plenty busy.

Towards the end of the semester, my friends Dave, Kevin and I decided to stay in and drink instead of heading to the game. It turned out to be one of the best decisions we made that year.

Were were a couple of drinks deep, hanging out in my dorm room playing video games, when Dave announced he had to run to the bathroom. Kevin and I kept playing and chatting. As time went by, we realized that Dave had been gone for a while. We started to worry that maybe an RA had stayed behind and had scooped him up for being drunk. A few moments later, we heard him and someone else talking and approach the door. Nervously, we tried to hide as much of the evidence of our underage drinking as we could before the door swung open.

He wasn’t with an RA. Standing next to Dave was a petite, short girl with long black hair in a side braid. She had dark mascara around her eyes, and a black mesh choker around her neck. She was wearing a tight white tank top that stopped a few inches above her belly button, her breasts holding it out away from her body. She was in a pair of tight jean shorts and knee high socks with a pair of red Vans to tie the whole look together. She smiled at us mischievously.

“Guys,” Dave announced, “this is Emily. I found her wandering around the dorm lobby. She says she’s here visiting the college with her parents to see if she wants to come here next year, but they let her go explore on her own while they went to the game. She says she’s looking for a real college experience, so I invited her to come have a few drinks. You care if she joins?”

I smirked at at him and then at Emily. “Come on in Emily,” I said, “the more the merrier.”

“Wow thanks!” She exclaimed as she slinked into the room. There were only two chairs, so Kevin got up from his and offered it to her. He sat in the bed while I sat next to her. Dave went to the mini fridge and made a fresh set of drinks for everyone.

We started chatting about the school, what we liked about it, how much fun it was. She had a lot of questions about parties and drinking. It wasn’t long before her questions started to get sexual. She wanted to know how often we had girls over, it the girls were all as slutty as she heard, if there really were parties that turned into orgies. We might have embellished a bit, playing along with her questions. By the way we described it, you would have thought that college was really just one big sex fest. She was clearly starting to get excited by it, she had even started to squirm a bit in her seat.

We were a couple drinks deep at this point, and it was starting to affect all of us. Emily looked around the room at one point and saw our guitar hero controller. “Cool!” She said, “I’ve always wanted to play. Can you teach me?”

“Of course,” Dave replied. “But you should know that we have a special rule about guitar hero. Since we are in Derek’s room, you have to sit on his lap while you play.”

I almost started to laugh, thinking she would play it off as a joke. But she didn’t.

“Rules are rules,” she said, and she plopped her tight little ass right in my lap. I almost couldn’t believe it. I was already a bit turned on by her, so within seconds I felt my cock begin to harden. As Dave showed her how to navigate the menu and pick a song, my cock continued to swell. She simply adjusted herself slightly until my cock was rested firmly in between her ass. I could smell her shampoo in her hair as she began to try to play. Looking down, I could see right down her shirt, her cleavage pushed together by a black push up bra. I looked back at Dave and Kevin with a grin on my face.

She was pretty awful at the game. She kept missing notes, and frustratingly pouting or slumping down against me. I didn’t mind one bit. I put my arms on her soft waist, feeling the smoothness of her skin as I steadied her in place, feeling my cock grow harder and harder as she continued to bounce up and down on me, trying in vain to hit the right notes.

After about 3/4ths of the song, a solo came up. She was woefully unprepared, and failed the song. “Oh nooo,” she whined, “I lost!”

She slouched down and pouted, leaning back against me. I took the opportunity to reach my arms around her waist. “Bummer,” I told her. “You can try again, but since you lost, you need to pound your drink.”

She looked back at me, her face right next to mine. “Ugh, fine.”

She picked up her solo cup and drained her drink in three deep gulps. She put her finger to her mouth to while away a few stray drops. She turned toward me on the chair, her legs to the side but her ass still planted firmly in my waist. “Can I try again? Pretty please?”

“Sure you can,” interjected Dave. I had almost forgotten we weren’t alone at this point. “But there’s another rule. Since you lost so badly, you have to take off your shorts.” He grinned like a madman. “Those are the official college-girl rules.”

“Hmph, no fair,” she whined. She pouted again and sighed. “Oh well, I’m going to have to learn to be a college girl sooner or later.”

She stood up. I was uncomfortably aware of how obviously hard my cock was, but Dave and Kevin were too interested in what Emily was doing to notice or care. Standing facing the TV, she undid the button and the zipper on her jean shorts. Then, with the flexibility of a dancer, she bent over and pulled her shorts down. She didn’t even bend her legs as she did, keeping them perfectly straight. She had a minuscule pink thong on. When she bent over, I got a perfect view of the mound in between her legs, mere inches in front of me. She deftly lifted one foot, then the other through the leg holes and left her shorts on the ground.

I was speechless. So were Kevin and Dave. She must have been some sort of athlete, because her ass was perfectly toned and tight. She plopped right back down in my lap, spreading her legs farther than she had before, and began to play again.

I don’t think any of us payed attention to how she was doing. I was acutely aware that Emily and I weren’t alone in the room, but with so much blood rushing to my cock, it didn’t seem to bother me at all. Now that she was half naked on my lap, bouncing up and down, I got more bold.

I put my hands on her thighs first, slowly working them up as she played. Soon my fingers were right next to the inside of her thong. She didn’t say anything, only opened her legs wider and continued to try and play.

My fingers found their way in between her legs. I could feel instantly how much heat was coming off her. I could feel her wetness through the sheer pink fabric. I began to rub her in small, slow circles. I felt her breath catch in her throat, and yet she kept playing. Soon my fingers as found the edge of the thong and were pulling them gently to the side. I felt a slight stubble and then a warm wetness as my fingers maneuvered themselves into position. She let out a short moan, and began to miss more notes. She had started gyrating slowly against me. Finally, my finger found its target, and slipped inside her. She let out a surprised squeal, still trying to focus on the game. She was so wet at this point that I could feel a small bead of her juices run it way down my arm. I was acutely aware that Dave and Kevin had moved over to the side, trying to get a better view of what was happening.

It wasn’t long until Emily was missing more and more notes as my fingers worked their way deeper and deeper inside her. When she finally lost the song, she didn’t even say a word, she simply threw the controller on the ground, and stood up. My fingers slid out of her. For a split second, I thought she was going to run out of there. I looked down at my pants and saw that there was a large wet spot where she had been grinding against me.

She turned around to face me, leaned down at the waist toward me without bending her legs, and pulled my shorts down, letting my cock spring free.

I had never done anything like this before; all of my sexual encounters has been one-on-one in a basement or a car or something like that, never in front of anyone else. I didn’t even have time to think about it, though, because as soon as my cock sprung free, she opened her mouth wide and impaled herself on it.

None of the girls I had been with at that point had been able to take all of me down their throat, and she did it almost instantly. She slammed her mouth down into my cock, still keeping her legs straight, her ass in the air. I felt my cock hit the back of her throat, and felt her stifle a gag before swallowing me whole. Soon her face was pressed hard against my waist, the mascara around her eyes starting to smear down her face as tears welled in her eyes.

It was bliss. I hardly even noticed that Dave had walked up behind her until I heard the smack. He had slapped his hand down across her left cheek, hard. I heard her let out a yell on my cock, before relaxing he throat and pulling herself up for air. My hand found its way into the tangle of her long black hair. She turned her head slightly and looked back at Dave.

“Fuck yes, smack my ass,” she told him, “beat me up, treat me like a real college slut.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His hand came down again, hard, making her gasp. As she did, my instincts took over. As soon as her mouth was open, I grabbed her by her hair and shoved her back down on my cock. She didn’t seem to mind at all, moaning as she continued to get slapped, stifling screams against my cock.

Soon, Dave had taken his own pants off. I saw him position himself behind her, slide her panties to the side, and force himself inside her. He wasn’t gentle. He didn’t work his way in, slowly building up rhythm. He simply shoved his cock inside Emily as far as it could go. I felt her moan even harder on my cock, before taking me out of her mouth.

Her drool was running all down her chin, her makeup was a mess. My cock was sloppy with her drool. She started to stroke me, hard and fast as Dave slammed his cock inside her. She was banging up against me as he did, so it reached out to steady her. The only thing I could think of to grab onto was her shoulders. When I did, she looked up at me, and let out a whimper.

“Choke me,” she pleaded, “I’m a bad college whore. Choke me please.”

I noticed at this point that Kevin was in the other side of her, just watching, his cock in his hand. Everything was a blur. I had never dreamed of doing something like this, but despite myself, I had never been so incredibly turned on. My fingers wrapped around her neck. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Dave continued to slam her, going even harder now. Soon her whole body started to quiver. She let out a series of low, deep moans, sounding like an animal. I felt her body go limp against me.

“Fucking hell,” Dave said, slowing his pace as she came on his cock. “She squirted all over me!”

I looked down and saw that he was right. There was a small pool of wetness at his feat. Emily sagged and moaned before talking.

“I’m sorry sir, let me clean you off,” she said breathlessly. She turned around without waiting for a reply and took his cock down her throat as impressively as she did my own. When she did, she sat herself down on my lap. She was absolutely soaked, and my cock slipped right inside her. She felt so much wetter and warmer than I could have imagined. I watched in disbelief as she started to bounce herself up and down on my cock, her tights ass marked red with Dave’s handprint as she deep throated his cock like a porn star. When she did, she looked up and finally noticed Kevin (poor guy). She took his cock in her hands and started to alternate between his and Dave’s cock. Kevin must not have been very experienced, because within a couple of seconds, he started to moan. A few strands of precum splashed across Emily’s face before she shoved his cock her in throat. Kevin held her there as he grunted and came inside her. She kept on bouncing on my cock and stroking Dave as she struggled to swallow ever drop. As Kevin finished, she took his cock out of her mouth, a stray drop of cum leaking down her chin as she did.

“Your turn,” she told Dave. He grabbed her by the back of the head and held her down on him with a smile. Seeing Kevin cum in her mouth must have turned him on, because in no time he started to grunt as well. This time, she pulled his cock out, stroking it furiously as his cum splashed across her cheeks. “Fuck yessss,” she screamed, “fucking cover me! I want to be the most popular girl at school!” As he did, she sat down hard on my cock. I felt her tight little pussy slowly stretching out. I had to concentrate hard to not blow my load right there.

When he finally stopped, she released his cock with a smile. I could tell Dave and Kevin felt a bit awkward now that they had cum, but I still hadn’t had my turn. Grabbing her by the waist, I started to push myself up into Emily’s dripping wet pussy. She leaned over again, showing off her flexibility for a third time as I slammed my cock up into her as fast as I could manage. I heard my own voice, but it seemed like someone else was talking.

“Everyone is going to love you here,” I told her, “every guy is going to want to fuck your brains out once they find out what a good whore you are.”

“Yesssss,” she moaned, “I want everyone to know that I’m the biggest slut on campus, I want everyone to know what a good college girl I am! Keep fucking me, like that, harder! Use me like a good college whore! Fill me up with your cum!”

I had never cum inside anyone before, I knew the risks. But as she started to beg for it, I felt my reservations disappear. I kept slamming up and down, harder, faster, feeling myself getting closer and closer to climax. I reached up and slapped her ass hard. When I did, she screamed out, and her pissy started to explode on my cock. She was the first girl I had ever seen squirt in real life, and it was more than I could take. As she exploded all over my legs, I grabbed her around the waist and held her down on my cock. My balls tightened as they started to empty inside her. I heard myself moan as my cock twitched for what felt like forever, sending my load deep inside her. One pump, two, three. I lost count.

After what felt like forever, my pulse began to slow and I began to regain my breath. Slowly, Emily lifted herself off my cock. A few drops of cum leaked out of her as my cock spring free. She leaned back against the wall, panting. Her face was covered in cum, her mascara ruined. Her pink thong had been ripped off at some point, and I could see my white cum slowly leaking out of her used up pussy. I looked at Dave and Kevin. They had the same shellshocked look on their face that I’m sure I had. I couldn’t believe this had all actually happened.

Emily, meanwhile, found her shorts, put them on, and grabbed a towel to clean herself off.

“Thanks for giving me a real college experience guys,” she told us with a smile. “I’m off to find a bathroom. I’ll make sure to look you up if I come here next year!”

She smiled, winked, and left the room before any of us knew what to say. Dave started laughing first, and the awkwardness dripped away.

We never heard from Emily again, she must have gone to a different school after all. But during my sophomore year, when I found a girl whose fantasy it was to be with more than one guy at once, I knew exactly who to call up.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/com9kb/mmf_showing_a_perspective_freshman_what_college