The college I go to is pretty is away from my hometown, so the move is basically a great big social reset button. In some ways, that’s nice – I’ve had a reputation as an awkward goofball which stuck around long after I became hot, so people wouldn’t even acknowledge it – but it’s a shame in other ways. I’d had a kinda-boyfriend London for about two months, and even though we knew it was going to end when I moved away, we didn’t have the chance to have sex first.
I was really embarrassed about entering college as a virgin. I mean, this college was like, at least Top 15 party colleges in the US. Nationwide, that’s pretty impressive. To prevent myself from getting into any embarrassing hijinks, I made sure to listen for the first opportunity to go to a sexy college party.
The first one happened a couple weeks after classes started.
I was just walking up and down the streets nearby campus and one of the houses was blasting music from its backyard. I walked up the path, through an open fence, and instantly saw a sea of horny and immature college students. They all had glow-bracelets and glow-sticks that I mainly associated with the carnival (though it was 6pm and still bright out so you could barely see the effect) and everyone was wearing swim trunks and bikini bras (we live nowhere near a beach). There was a table where people were playing beer pong, there was a speaker blaring that summer’s greatest pop hits deafeningly loud, and there was somewhere where people were getting hot dogs, but I didn’t smell a barbecue or anything.
Normally I would’ve judged these people’s lifestyles, but where did that ever get me? I wanted to understand, I wanted to observe closer… but tonight wasn’t the night for it. I had an assignment to do and I was clearly dressed (in an ankle-length skirt and thin long-sleeve sweater) improperly for this. Next time, I needed to prepare in advance.
I looked for any signs of whose house this was – one guy was crushing cardboard boxes that were now empty of beer cans and throwing them into the recycling. Perfect. He was pretty damn hot, too – broad shoulders, a long bead necklace, and a reasonable amount of chest hair. Chest hair has never turned me on before, but my body decided suddenly that this was the guy to start with.
I walked up to him. “Hi,” I said, “are you the one who threw this party?”
“Heh, yeah,” he said. “My name’s Hunter. Why, you need something?”
I opened my purse and pulled out a pen and a pad of sticky notes, and started writing my phone number. “It’s my first semester and I want to make sure I make it to as many parties as possible.”
“Uh, there isn’t really a list, but… sure?” he said, seeming confused. “I guess if I see you around campus.”
I finished writing on the sticky note, tore it off and handed it to him. “That’s why I’m giving you my number. My name’s Sadie. Shoot me a call or a text next time you do a little get-together.”
It was only when I walked away and heard Hunter being cheered on by his friends for earning a girl’s number with zero effort that that might’ve come across like I was hitting on him. I wasn’t trying to, but I did want to fuck him, so it worked out.
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Hunter gave me a call the following Wednesday that there was another party happening that Saturday, and the first thig I did was save it in my Google Calendar. I made sure to rush through all the assignments I’d been given for the weekend on Friday night so Saturday would be completely stress-free.
I knew the dress code this time. The only bikini I had was from years ago, before I got D cups, and I figured for a bikini bra, that’s fine. No one was going to mind that my boobs were squished together. Unfortunately, my bikini bottoms being small enough that my pussy was hanging out would probably be a social faux pas. And I was committed to not making any of those. So I went out and bought swim shorts I saw some of the guys and girls wearing, and since they were for this party I thought I’d find something with a sexy pattern. The selection at Walgreen’s was pretty limited, though. I ended up going with something that looked like a zebra pattern, because I figure that’s close enough to cheetah print, and cheetah print is still sexy, right?
I also did my make-up, but I really only knew how to do two things the same way every time – eyeshadow and mascara. I went with the red mascara because there was a little bit of red in my otherwise-brown hair and it seemed to match, plus I remember hearing that in color theory, red symbolizes horniness… or hunger, I’m not sure if it’s just one of those or both.
At 9:30pm, I walked up the path and through the fence wearing nothing but zebra-print swim trunks, a bikini bra that was a little too tight, and flip-flops.
Hunter didn’t notice me because he was facing away from me over at the beer pong table, but his buddy certainly did. “Hey yo,” he shouted, “look who it is!”
“Hi!” I shouted back over the music as I approached the beer pong table. “I’m Sadie.”
When Hunter turned towards me, he looked me up and down, and he looked blown away. He let out a soft “Wow” that was entirely drowned out by the music. It felt kind of exhilarating to finally be seen as a hot woman at a college party by a guy who was also hot. Hunter blinked and got his bearings – he gestured to his friend to introduce him. “Sadie, this is Rhett. Rhett, this is Sadie.”
“I saw you get this girl’s number in just a few seconds last week,” he said. Rhett looked like he was also conventionally attractive, but that was really just on paper – I didn’t find him attractive personally, but if someone else did, I’d get it. Maybe the thing that really turned me on about Hunter was that when I first saw him, he was being responsible by taking out the recycling, but for social purposes I’m still going to assume it’s his chest hair or his jawline or something.
“You wanna play?” asked Hunter, pointing to the game of beer pong they were clearly in the middle of.
“No, I’ll watch for now,” I told him. Honestly, I was just getting used to standing still and listening to music this loud, I couldn’t play a game right away. I also wanted to absorb the rules of beer pong by watching it, without admitting I had no idea how it worked. I had to pretend like I played cool party games like this all the time.
“Fine by me, seeing as I’m winning,” Rhett said with a smile. Hunter didn’t look as pleased.
Hunter had fewer cups in front of him than Rhett did – I guess that means Hunter’s losing. There was a stack of cups next to each of them, and Hunter’s was a bit taller, and I quickly put together that they were discarded cups from previous turns. They would each take a turn throwing a ping pong ball into a cup on the other person’s side, and the person whose cup that was would have to drink from it, which I would think would be a reward, not a punishment. I’m learning something new every minute.
A couple minutes into watching the game, Rhett had four cups left on his side, and Hunter only had one. It was one of the ones in the back corner, so it was a little hard to hit.
It was Hunters turn. He threw the ball with confidence, but it barely missed, bouncing on both sides of the cup’s rim before bouncing off the table and being caught by Rhett.
“Dammit!” he said. “Come on, you gotta let me try that one again, that was so close.”
“If you want another turn you’re gonna have to get on your knees and suck my cock,” Rhett boasted.
This, I thought, was really interesting. Hunter didn’t take the offer – in fact he just rolled his eyes at it – but it’s interesting to know that in college party culture, blowjobs in exchange for an extra turn are an acceptable transaction. Usually in the kinds of games I played, you would just have to watch an ad.
Rhett landed the ball into Hunter’s last cup on the very next turn, with an emphatic “Booyah!”
Hunter shook his head. He drank the contents of the last cup and immediately started putting all the discarded cups back into a triangle. He looked over at me. “Do you feel like playing yet, Sadie?”
“Sure,” I said with a nod, but I was really hyping myself up in my head. Just seeing the rules was one thing, but actually doing it? If I was this nervous about beer pong, I’m not sure what else I expected to be able to do for the first time at this party. I stood where Hunter was standing, and played against Rhett.
For the first few turns, I was doing pretty well. The ball wasn’t sinking into the exact cups I was aiming for but I was hitting cups more often than not, and Rhett was missing quite a bit because he had the disadvantage of a slight buzz. However, as that wore off, Rhett and his superior skill took a slight lead, which turned into a pretty significant lead.
The whole game between Rhett and Hunter, Rhett was trash-talking. I’m pretty sure he was also trash talking with me, but I couldn’t hear most of it over the music. I could discern most of his comments were about my tits, though. Makes me wonder what the trash-talk was supposed to be.
After missing a critical shot on what I knew to be one of his easier cups, I figured it was time to take him up on the offer he’d made Hunter. I walked over to Rhett and said “So that offer of an extra turn in exchange for sucking your dick, is that still on the table?”
“Heh, I… what?” said Rhett. Hunter looked just as confused.
“You told Hunter he could suck your dick and throw again,” I said. “I’m taking you up on that.”
Rhett’s expression turned from confusion, to staring at my body, to pondering, to horniness, to looking at my body again, all in the span of a few seconds. He bit his lip and slapped his hand on Hunter’s shoulder, shaking him a little bit. “Hunter, my good man, is there a room in your house that myself and Lady Sadie can borrow?”
“I gotta see how this plays out,” Hunter said more to himself than to us. “You two follow me.”
As the three of us entered Hunter’s house, I didn’t know where he was leading us but I could feel myself getting excited. My heart was racing, and if I’d been wearing a thin bikini bottom like a lot of the other women at the party, they’d definitely be soaked through. Was Hunter intending on watching? By this point I still had to keep it secret that I was a virgin, and the closest I got to giving a blowjob was looking my ex-boyfriend London pull out his junk on a Discord call while I described what I would be doing to it if I were still living in my hometown.
Hunter led us to a closet upstairs, fairly out of the way of every other room of the house. It had a door, albeit one without a lock, and as soon as Hunter opened it, Rhett strolled inside and sat down with such a sense of relief on his breath you’d think he had been standing for 18 hours.
“Are you serious about this?” Rhett asked me.
“Yeah,” I said. “I suck cock all the time.”
“You like it?” asked Hunter, standing in the doorway leaning against the frame.
The honest answer at this point was that I liked the idea of it but the taste and the smell were two major deciding factors that I couldn’t really get a sense of from porn. But my cover answer? “Yeah, I fucking love choking on dick.”
That part turned out to be true. Though Rhett’s wouldn’t come close to choking me.
Rhett pulled his shorts down around his ankles and revealed a rock-hard 4-inch cock between his legs. It looked a little dirty and unshaven, but I didn’t let myself even register its appearance before I sprang into action. As any cock-loving whore would do, I put my hands on Rhett’s thighs, scooted my knees forward, and angled my head just right to wrap my lips around the tip. “Oh, fuck yes,” he moaned through gritted teeth as soon as I made contact.
I pulled back after only a second to look back at Hunter. He was still leaning against the door, smirking a little bit. It made me wonder how normal it was for Rhett to have his cock out, or for Hunter to see party guests in a state like this, or what the relationship between these two men was like. Whatever this was, I was caught right in the middle of it, and it only fueled me further as I went back to Rhett’s dick. Wasn’t hard for me to fit the whole thing in my mouth, and when I did, he moaned even louder, shut his eyes tight and threw his head back against the wall.
The taste and the smell, two elements I was worried about five minutes ago, were… not that bad? I mean, besides the fact that Hunter’s whole house had clearly been Febrezed right before the party, I honestly didn’t mind how it felt to have a dick in my mouth.
Rhett leaned forward, and at first I thought he was going to push my head down, but instead he reached down to my back and untied my bikini, which fell to the floor. Honestly, it was a relief, my tits had been crammed into that thing and now they were free to swing back and forth as I bobbed up and down.
He hovered his hand near my boob. “You mind, Sadie?”
I took his cock out of my mouth with a “pop” sound. “No, not at all. You can also feel free to push my head down, if you’d like.”
“Nah,” said Rhett, wrapping his hand around just one of my huge tits, and moaning when I put my mouth around his cock again. “Fuck… that feels so good. Oh, god… use your tongue.”
I realized I’d been forgetting to use my tongue, a mistake I instantly corrected. The moans of pleasure I was getting out of Rhett were a little bit louder than I think he realized, but that honestly fit with the rest of his personality up until this point. I pressed my lips around the tip of his cock and ran my tongue up and down the little slit on the front, which he seemed to really enjoy. It also distracted him long enough that I could take a deep breath through my nose and throw myself all the way down his 4-inch cock. There was just enough room in my mouth for my tongue to slip out and feel around his balls, and Rhett seemed to absolutely love all of it.
Thank Christ for my porn addiction.
I kinda got in the zone of sucking cock after that. The first thing to break me out of it was Hunter placing his hand on my back and gently scratching it, which was a weird-but-nice gesture. And the second thing was Rhett screaming “FUCK, Sadie!”
I popped his cock out of my mouth again, holding the base of it between my fingers. “Yeah?”
“P-please keep going… I’m really close.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to hold my head down?” I asked, somewhat hopeful. It didn’t sound pleasant, but I’d had a lot of pleasant surprises in my first time giving a blowjob and it excited me to gain a new sexual experience regardless of what it was – I wasn’t even thinking about it at the time but my shorts must’ve been absolutely soaked.
“Just, keep going…” said Rhett.
I was kind of disappointed… until the hand that was on my back moved up to the back of my head and pushed it down, holding it down with force. Hunter was making me take Rhett’s cock as deep as it would go, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what that was like. Hunter held me there, fingers intertwined with my hair, for several seconds as Rhett’s cock shot cum down my throat over and over. My tongue was moving like crazy at Rhett’s base and he was whimpering my name, barely coherent.
“Fuck… Sadie, oh my God…”
Finally, as Rhett’s cock slid out of my mouth once more, I was able to look back at Hunter. I was pleasantly shocked to see that he’d dropped his own shorts and had been stroking himself to the sight of me and Rhett (though, I imagine, mostly me). He also had two or three inches on Rhett in terms of size, and even though I fall into the “size doesn’t really matter” camp in online discourse, most of what was turning me on about all this was how it sounded on paper – I was sucking a cock, I was having my head pushed down, guys were staring at my tits – and, on paper, removed from the actual pleasure of it, the idea of a 6 or 7 inch cock turned me on way more than Rhett’s did.
As soon as I looked back at him, Hunter pulled his shorts back up and offered his other hand to me to help me off my knees, which I took gladly. His hands were so much bigger than mine. “Rhett,” he said, “could you run downstairs and get me and Sadie some snacks?”
Rhett was a bit dazed from the orgasm – I wasn’t sure if my blowjob was just that good or if Rhett just barely got any, but I was choosing to believe the former. Either way, when he got up, pulled his pants and said “Yep, you guys got it” he seemingly ran down the stairs as quickly as possible. I guess he was worried Hunter and I were gonna run off without him, which, in his defense…
Hunter grabbed my hand with the hand he hadn’t been using to jerk off. I giggled as he led me across the hall to his bedroom. As we ran, some girls coming up the stairs happened to see me, and I hadn’t realized until then what a sight this was. I was still topless, my tits out in the open and my lips dripping with cum as the host of the party led me by the hand into his private bedroom and locked the door.
My reputation was pretty much secured after that.
Hunter and I fucked so hard and for so long that I missed class the next morning. He didn’t ever find out that he was my first, but it didn’t matter because my second, third, fourth, and fifth came soon after.
No one has forgotten to invite me to a single event after that.
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