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Fucking The Freshman [FM]

The beginning of the school year in college was always an interesting experience. Over the summer, my sexual prospects were few and far between, with suitable men rare, and safe places to fuck where my parents wouldn’t notice even harder to come by. Coming back to campus was like stumbling across a buffet after living on crumbs for months on end.

My junior year started in much this same way. I got my stuff moved in, said hi to my friends, and we immediately set about finding out how to get our fill as quickly as possible. Some of my friends liked to pair off with a tried and true fuckbuddy, but a few of us, myself included, liked to find something new to start the new year. Especially with the untarnished freshman class already moved in and feeling like they owned the place, there was a wealth of prospects. I loved getting to a freshman or two before my reputation, of which I was justly proud, got around. Read more »

Helping A Friend Get Revenge [FM]

I’d had my eye on Jerry for a while. Tall and lean, with movie star good looks, I wasn’t the only woman on campus prowling after him, either. Unfortunately, he was attached to his girlfriend of two years. Jerry and Amber were a picture perfect couple. They turned heads everywhere they went. I had never made a pass at him. I may be a bit of a slut, but I do have morals. He and I knew each other decently well, though, having had multiple classes together, and even working on a couple projects with each other. He’d definitely thrown some vibes at me, and when he looked at me with those piercing eyes, it made me debate just how moral I really was. I behaved myself, though, and we were friendly enough to say hi to each other, though I got the distinct impression that Amber hated me. I couldn’t blame her. I had a reputation on campus for chasing boys, and having boys chasing after me, so it wasn’t unusual for my guy friends to have girlfriends that didn’t like me. In this case, the feeling was mutual. She was the only thing standing between me and Jerry. Read more »

An Accidental Fucking [FM]

Not every woman can say they’ve been fucked by a guy who doesn’t know he fucked her, but I hold that exact honor. What can I say? College was wild.

Amy and I had our room set up for privacy. We both brought guys back to our room with what some might call alarming regularity, but we were just getting the most out of our tuition. We both had small living areas carved out of the dorm room with simple blankets hung up, and it wasn’t at all uncommon for us to have our own respective guys in our own respective areas at the same time. Sometimes we’d have little friendly competitions, but that’s not how this story goes.

This story takes place on one of those horrible Friday nights where even I couldn’t deny that I had far too much work to do to justify going out. So Amy got decked out without me, got drunk without me, and got laid without me. In her drunkenness, though, she forgot about her dear, sweet bestie working away back at the homestead, so she didn’t think anything of bringing her beau for the night back to our room. Read more »

How I Got Fucked By An Epic Cock [FM]

I have a lot of stories from college, but the one I was most reluctant to share was one with a guy whose name I don’t remember and might have never known. I, and most people in my social circle, knew him simply as “The Colt”.

He was a baseball player, though I, not being a sports fan, didn’t much care about that. To most of the campus, he apparently earned his nickname from his small stature and his ability to take off running at a moment’s notice. To people on my level, known for hunting for cock on a regular basis, he was known as The Colt because he was a small guy with an allegedly huge cock, not just for his size, but full on, across the board, any guy would dream of having a dick like his. Big enough that most girls, myself included, had avoided him for fear of walking weird for a week. Still, everyone seemed to know someone who had taken the Colt for a ride, and I was no exception. My best friend, Amy, was known for rising to any challenge presented to her. So it was not surprising when Amy returned to our shared dorm room looking ragged and bowlegged, but satisfied, one Friday night. Read more »

Quickie at a Party [FM]

I was drunk, I was heartbroken, and I was at a party. My boyfriend, a beautiful, slender asshat with a wonderful cock, had broken up with me, and so I had made the unusual move of going out to a party without any of my girlfriends there for security. I’d barely made it two steps in, wearing a deep crimson, almost burgundy dress that clung to my curves, including my impressive C-cups that were proudly on display through the plunging neckline, and extending maybe an inch beyond what was necessary to be decent, before a red solo cup was in my hand. In no time at all, I was buzzed, dancing with any guy who left enough room for me to cut in. Not too long after that, I was sloppy. A guy who I didn’t know, but seemed sweet, thought it was probably a good idea to get the drunk girl in three inch heels off the dance floor. He would claim later that he had no ulterior motives.

How I Almost Lost My Virginity [FM] (Repost) (Blowjob)

I was a good girl all the way up through high school. Straight A’s, I never got into trouble, I always did as I was told, but, unknown to my parents, I’d gotten pretty heavily into watching porn. Watching the women sucking and fucking on the screen in my bedroom was the height of sexiness to me, and I, a virgin, knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that I 100% needed to get fucked.

Unfortunately, I hung out with a bunch of hopeless virgins like me, and I knew that the only way they managed to talk to me at all was to not view me as a sexual figure at all. Baggy clothes and no makeup only helped/hurt, I know, but I liked their company. Had I just whipped my tits out and announced my pussy open for business, I knew they would all run for the hills, so I did what I had to do to keep the friends I wanted. Graduation was only days away, though, and while I could have just walked into school with a tight top on and batted my eyes at some jock, I wanted something a little more personal. Read more »

Swapping Fuckbuddies [FM]

Amy is my best friend, and has been since we met my freshman year of college. Starting sophomore year, we roomed together, and we were usually connected at the hip. There wasn’t a hardship we didn’t share, a joy we didn’t celebrate together, or a guy we didn’t tell each other about in total, juicy detail. By junior year, we had gotten a bit of a reputation on campus, and by senior year, we were officially the girls your parents warned you about. We heard rumors about girls specifically requesting on their housing forms to not be roomed next to us, but we never figured out if that was true, or just ego stroking. Regardless, our senior year, we found ourselves in a huge basement room for three people, but our third roommate, a sweet girl named Karen, spent most of her time at her boyfriend’s, so Amy and I had pretty free run of the room. We’d set it up, with a little bit of help from some duly compensated frat boys, with makeshift curtains (sheets) that allowed a measure of privacy while changing and, more importantly, while fucking. The room was split into quarters, a common area, my bed, Amy’s bed, and Karen’s bed, which we sometimes used, with her permission (I think), as a bit of a catchall. It mainly became used as a coat room, very handy when patience is not in the cards. Read more »

Fucking In A Classroom [FM]

Matt and I had been fucking each other for a while. Starting as FWBs, the arrangement had evolved, or devolved, depending on how you look at it, into pseudo-exclusivity. He was courteous, attentive, had a wonderful cock, not too big, thick enough to make me work at it, and, at least initially, receptive to new ideas.

I had never meant to make him my go to. I was a Sophomore in college, and had no plans to settle down with anyone, in any way. I would never call him my boyfriend, as our interactions started and ended with sex, there was never any dating, and I think the only time he technically bought me dinner was when he let me have a slice of pizza that he and his roommate had pitched in and bought together, but hadn’t been able to finish. Other fuckbuddies had come and go, though, finding themselves either in relationships or otherwise unwilling or unable to keep up with a woman with such a voracious sexual appetite. Matt always hung around, though, and so, for a time, I stopped hunting and started settling.