Part 1: How It All Began

Part 2: A Studious Slut

My relationship with Adam didn't last, of course. We both wanted it to, but college beckoned us to different corners of the country, and we weren't so naïve to think that we could make long distance work. Or that's what I thought, and what I said to him. Years later I would wonder if that was the biggest mistake of my life. But I came out of college too far down the path of depraved sluttery, and he had found someone he would later marry. So I think we both got exactly what we wanted out of our formative adult years. Such is life, and it's not helpful to linger on that sort of thing.

I learned a lot of things at college, met a lot of interesting people, and probably had sex with half the campus. A lack of parental supervision and unrestricted access to attractive, horny young men of my own age made those three years unlike anything I'd experienced before.

I was quite heartbroken over Adam at the start of the first semester, but had quickly found comfort in the company of my fellow students. Their enthusiasm and excitement drew me out of my shell quite quickly. Not that I really needed encouragement… But I did need an excuse. I wasn't a disloyal, slutty girl desperate for cock, I was a vulnerable young woman who was trying to get over her recent breakup by going out with new friends. That's what I told myself and that's the image I presented to the world. I doubt that many of my new friends knew how much I got fucked in the first few weeks of college, I think I put on a pretty convincing front for them.

Despite that, I did start to get a reputation, at least among the guys. It didn't take long to start getting multiple invitations to parties and dorm ‘hangouts’. I did take some pride in my appearance, and knew I was an attractive young woman, but my popularity definitely stemmed more from what a good fuck I was rather than how hot I was or how pleasant I was to talk to. It didn't bother me. I quite liked it, actually. Having been in a committed relationship for most of high school, I hadn't realised how desirable it was to be a good lay, and how easy it was to find hard cock to satisfy my appetites every night, and every day if I wanted. It turns out that being a slut in college is super fucking easy, and super fucking fun. Who knew?

After Adam I realised that even if I didn't love the guy, I could still love his cum. I wouldn't feel the same emotional, visceral connection with the one night stands or favourite fuck buddies I had as I had done with Adam, but the rush of euphoric satisfaction that overwhelmed me when they emptied their balls into me was still very powerful. And guys liked that. It turns out that begging and moaning for a guy to cum in your mouth, or taking him into the public toilets to unzip his fly, and pump him hard and fast until he exploded over your chin and into your cleavage, or letting them fuck you raw all night, are all things that college guys enjoy. Who knew??

I knew people thought I was a bit of a slut, but I wasn't privy to their exact conversations about me. So I was never really sure if the guy hitting on me was actually interested in me, or just thought he could use me for a quick release. I imagine their conversations went something like:

“Hey bro, I fucked this crazy bitch last night.”

“Yeah bro? Did you give it to her good?”

“All she wanted me to do was cum in her mouth as soon as possible. And then she sucked me until I was hard again, got on top and rode me like she was fucking possessed, bro. She was soaking wet, and just went wild when I jizzed in her tight little pussy. She didn't waste a drop dude, but she was obsessed with making me cum over and over.”

“Bro…”

“I know bro, I fucking know. Hot, nasty little bitch.”

“Can I like, have her number?

“Brokay, dude. No worries.”

Okay, maybe it wasn't exactly like that, but from how I was generally treated it probably wasn't far from the truth. There's something truly humiliating about bumping into a bunch of guys that have all individually coated you in their cum, and realising they basically passed you around. Those chance encounters or random introductions had all been a lie. Not a very complicated lie, to be fair, and one it would have been easy to see through had I been anything but a cum-hungry whore. But that's what I was. And that's why, after encountering that group of guys at a party, I let them all take me back to one of their rooms and take turns using my holes until I passed out. I didn't have many group experiences at college, but the ones I did have were incredible.

There was one particular encounter that has always been a pleasant memory to relive, and it was not acting as a cum dumpster for a group of guys. It was getting kicked out of a lecture for cumming too loudly…

In my defence, the lecture in question was really fucking dull. And the guy sitting next to me was distracting me. I kept catching him staring at me, and he kept smiling when our eyes met. Not a shy, bashful smile, but not a cocky, fuckboy smirk either. Something in-between. He was well dressed and had rolled up his sleeves to show off muscular forearms that I found intensely attractive. And he had tattoos. Multiple tattoos. So really I had no choice but to let him fuck me. How could a girl have resisted?!

I shuffled closer to him, and asked him if he'd been taking any notes. I knew he hadn't, and he probably knew I hadn't been either. He had a laptop out and I had a notebook, but I'd given up trying to pay attention to whatever the lecturer was drivelling on about and closed the notebook a few minutes prior. He was scrolling through Instagram, occasionally tabbing out to type something.

“Uh, no. I have no idea what's going on.” He gave me another of those enchanting smiles, and tilted his body to pay me more attention.

“Me neither. So you've just given up completely?” I looked pointedly towards his computer screen. He just shrugged in response. Feeling emboldened by his body language, and more than a little horny, I decided to just go for it. I imagined skipping the lecture and leading him back to my dorm. My thighs squeezed together on their own. The idea was almost overwhelming from the moment of its inception.

“So are you stalking any girls in particular, or just seeing what's out there?”

“Hmm… No one in particular. Not yet anyway. Anything you wanted to show me?” He gestured at the laptop with open hands.

I'd like to say I hesitated and weighed up if I should give some random guy access to my personal information, but I didn't. I typed my handle in and then pushed the machine back towards him. I'd like to say that my recent posts weren't all of me dressed like a slut, or posing with multiple guys, or ‘artistic’ shots of barely hidden nudity, but…

“Wow. You seem like a girl who enjoys a party.”

I watched him request a follow, and then slowly scroll through my pictures. He glanced at me a few times but seemed genuinely fixated on the digital versions of me, even though I was sat right there. I felt my nipples hardening as I moved to sit even closer to him, so our legs were touching.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Oh yeah! Yeah I do. I'd like to see-”

I cut him off by reaching under the lectern and groping his crotch. I could feel something I knew I would enjoy, but not the hard rod I was now fantasizing about. Somehow I managed to contain my disappointment that looking at my Insta hadn’t given him a huge and immediate erection. I know, I'm a saint!

He flinched in surprise but didn't draw back or make too big of a fuss. He had a little look around before turning back to stare at me. He looked like he didn't know what to say. It was adorable. I put my other hand on his forearm and felt the strength there. I had to have him, right now.

I leaned in close and with a sultry whisper asked, “Can I suck your cock?”

His eyes went wide and I felt something twitch in his pants. That was all the consent I needed, even though his nod was a nice cherry on top.

“Let's go,” I said to him, before getting to my feet and going to the end of our bench. There were a couple of people I had to squeeze past, but I was fairly quiet and polite, despite the growing fire in my belly. I got to the steps on the side of the lecture hall and walked up to the top. I'd realised that just ignoring the lecturers and staff at the front of the stage or on the first row was the easiest way to leave a boring lecture.

I had also ignored the guy I'd decided was going to be my prey. I knew he would follow me. You don't turn down an offer like that, especially not from someone who looked like me, and acted like a slut. He took a little longer to get to the back of the hall than me, but it just gave me more time to decide what to do.

When he reached me, a backpack sling over one shoulder and eagerness shining from his face like a perverse cherub, I took his arm again and pulled him down onto the end of the last row of lecterns and benches. I looked down and saw that the lecturer had clearly watched us move, though she hadn't actually paused in her droning. She gave me the stink eye for a little while, but I was too horny to care. As soon as she stopped looking in our direction, I slithered underneath the lectern.

There hadn't been anyone near us, with most people bunch up towards the middle and front of the auditorium, for some reason desperate to listen to this snoozefest up close. But there were people on the back row that could have probably seen if they were looking this way. I didn't care. I only cared if my prey would give me what I wanted. There wasn't much wiggle room here, so it was going to be a little awkward. I pushed his legs wide and then wriggled in between them. This was so unsubtle, so stupid, that I felt lightheaded. But I didn't stop.

“Are you serious right now? Here?!”

I just grinned up at him through the small gap that let me see his incredulous face from my hunched little crouch between his legs. I stroked my hands up his thighs and caressed his crotch again. He looked a little panicky, but I also recognised the dull male lust that I'd grown addicted to in an effort to forget about Adam. I was probably at least half of this guy's weight, but I had full power over him. I shivered in anticipation.

He let me pop the top button of his pants, and then helped me unzip him. His face was beet red and he nervously looked around as we both slowly worked to pull his pants and underwear down with some degree of stealth. The cramped space meant that he had to sit on the edge of the seat and tilt his legs downwards. His face disappeared from view and it was just me in the shadows beneath the desk, and his magnificent, unsheathed cock.

I inhaled as I drew near, and my horny brain melted at the musk that entered my nose. I gripped the throbbing shaft possessively, and gave it a slow lick. When my tongue reached the underside of his soft helmet, I got a visceral premonition of it twitching and spurting my gooey prize out into my mouth. I breathed out a hot cloud of air and moaned softly. I couldn't wait.

I gave him a few more kisses and licks, before preparing to swallow his cock properly. I paused with my lips just around the tip, and I drew back. Something stupid had just occurred to me.

“Hey, what's your name?” I hissed at him. He either didn't hear me, or didn't want to risk being discovered talking to the girl sucking his cock in class. Honestly that was even better. I felt ashamed of how horny it made me to not know his name before taking his cock inside me, and I snaked a hand into my own pants. I found a surprising amount of leakage there already, and eagerly ground my fingers into my pussy as I engulfed his hard cock in my mouth.

The taste of dick and precum made my eyes roll in satisfaction. I had to tilt my head to the side to fit the entire thing into me in the confined space. My head slid against the wood above me, and soon my nameless victim had reached down to intertwine the fingers of one hand in my hair. I gagged a little bit, but this wasn't my first rodeo and it was more of an onstinctive adjusting than a loud or uncontrollable reaction.

My crotch felt like it was the hottest it had ever been, and I felt a vague worry of actually staining through my panties and the front of my pants from the sheer volume of juices I was leaking. Not that it stopped me for a second. I didn't care about anything in that moment beyond making that divine dick erupt in my mouth. I rubbed my aching cunt and bobbed my head as best I could. The anticipation of his seed shooting down my throat was driving me wild, and I wouldn't be able to stop until I tasted it. As I said, this wasn't my first rodeo, and I knew what it would do to me, so I was just relieving tension and satisfying my greedy pussy for the time being. I knew that as soon as he came I would likely follow, so I was just getting the engine warmed up.

In my addled state of mind and with my usual goal of emptying his balls as soon as possible, I wasn't really behaving very discretely, or seductively… This wasn't a slow tease or a quiet game of erotic stimulation. I was trying to keep noise to a minimum, but it wasn't my main concern. My main concern was sucking him fast and hard and milking him with my tongue and throat.

It didn't take long before I felt his grip tighten, and his cock pulse against my lips. I closed my eyes and found his balls with my free hand. When he contracted again and shoved his hips forwards as best he could, I squeezed his balls and impaled myself as deeply as I could onto his cock. My nose touched his hip bone and I kept my face there, sucking and clenching him with all I had.

He erupted, as I knew he would, and salty cum filled my throat and mouth. I could feel his body jerking uncontrollably, seeking to empty himself deep into this shameless warm hole. I fought to contain my gag reflex and held myself in place against him as his rod pulsed against my lips and the inside of my eager mouth. Each spurt was readily received. I needed this.

The triumph of making him cum so quickly, and in public, and without knowing his name or even seeing his face, did terrible things to me. The familiar taste of semen, the hot sensation of it bursting inside me. I couldn't get enough. I would never be too full, never be too happy to receive it. This was my purpose and my natural position; nose pressed against his body and open and eager for his load. Making a man cum was truly my happy place.

Unfortunately I had a hard time containing my joy… My slippery fingers went into overdrive between my legs, and my pussy started to send electric shocks throughout my body. This guy had been fairly controlled and silent during our public act of indecency, and from what I could tell his orgasm was similarly discrete. I mean I had no idea if he was making cartoonist gestures and expressions above the lectern, but from my perspective he was pretty quiet and calm. I was not.

I tried, I really did! I didn't exactly want the entire room to know what we were doing, but as I said, I only had one thing on my mind. And when that thing shot out of the hard throbbing length in my mouth, I felt my body react intensely, and in the usual manner. Except it was even more intense than usual. Possibly the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced up until that point. There was something about how quickly it had all happened, how disturbingly slutty I had been in leading him here, and how much I knew I should be quiet and still. It was probably only 10 seconds or so after my classmate had started cumming that I followed him. I felt his molten seed shoot into my mouth, I faintly recognised how quiet he was being, I did my best to squeeze out every drop, and then I was moaning loudly as my own codependent wave of ecstasy crashed through me.

Luckily I still had a swollen cock in my mouth, so there was a natural muffler in place. But I don't think it made much of a difference. One of my friends later told me that ‘literally everyone could hear it’, but I don't know if she was exaggerating or not. I do know that I was lost in the pleasure wracking my body, and I do know that (wet?) noises were escaping me. If people didn't know I was a slut before, they did after that.

I don't really remember the details of what happened next, being both literally and figuratively cum drunk and wanting to collapse on the floor. I know that my unnamed sperm donor managed to pull his pants up, and retrieve me from beneath the desk. I know that the lecturer heard us. Okay, heard me… And I know we both left pretty quickly after that. I'm not too sure on the specifics though. It was all a blur in the moment, but he told me that the lecturer had thrown us both out. I don't think anyone could prove what we'd been doing, but I think a lot of people could make a good guess.

I did take that guy back to my dorm after that. He was kinda pissed about being exposed and thrown out, but that just made the sex better. I also know that the course director sent me an email demanding I come to his office the next day and explain myself. On top of the punishment he gave me there, I also had to apologise to the visiting lecturer… I did so via email, and with the smug satisfaction that she knew what I had done but could do nothing else about it.

As I said, I learned a lot in college.

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