My sophomore year of college i lost my dad and grandma about a month apart to cancer. I went back to school feeling dead and empty inside. I decided my form of coping would be to test the waters of sexual experiences.

The 2nd weekend back was a frat party i decide to go with some friends. I got super drunk and high and got persuaded into a room with 2 guys, yes i consented. They took turns fucking me raw and god damn it was a hell of an experience. I dont even remember of they were big in the sack but i felt fulfilled.

This escalated to going to a party every weekend the remainder of the semester. I think i hooked up with 40 guys, ranging in size from under average maybe 4 inches, to a guy who had a 9 inch indian cock. I was part of several spitroasts, trains, and a gangbang. Looking back at it it makes me look like a terrible person, but truthfully i enjoyed it and id like to try it again over the next couple pld months with my swinger husband. Its become a kink to let go and let myself be used