My "Sex Rampage" (or, That time I fucked five guys in the space of 10 days). [MF] - PART 1 of 5 | 2016

This all happened four years ago. I was reading through my diary from my college years, where I would write these things down in quite a bit of detail. I thought you guys might enjoy some of the stories. EDIT: This is the first story of five. I'll post the rest soon!

Background: I was in my senior year of college. I had just turned 21. It had been four months since my boyfriend of two years (the first person I'd ever slept with) and I had broken up, and I had been in a self-inflicted dry spell ever since. But finally, it felt like time to move on.

I still didn't feel ready to date anyone, but I knew I wanted to feel wanted. I wanted to get fucked.

But I wasn't the type of person who would normally consider a one night stand, so I wasn't sure what to do.

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THE FIRST ONE

It was the night of Underground, a huge annual party at one of the on-campus clubhouses. I didn't go out and drink all that often (I was typically the one who took care of all my drunk friends), but I had been working really hard on my thesis research, and I felt I deserved a nice drunken outing.

It was going to be a blacklight party, so I put on a tight white shirt with a skater skirt. I'm fairly small--5'1, 125 pounds, 34D. At the time I had really long brown hair. I looked good that night.

By the time we arrived at the party, it was in full force. The gross Red Bull and the vodka were flowing. I danced with my friends for a while, stopping periodically at the bar. Sufficiently buzzed, I talked with a group of friends.

One of them was named Ben. Ben was a junior who was studying to be a rocket scientist (no, seriously). We had been friends for a year, and had always had a flirtatious back-and-forth. But I was a flirtatious person by nature, and I had never really considered him in any romantic way, since I had been in a relationship when I met him.

But tonight, suddenly, I realized he was flirting with me--for real. Ben was a handsome guy--olive-skinned and fit. Super charming. I had always been aware of this, but I had never been affected by it. Until now.

So I shifted gears a bit. It was loud, so I put my hand on his shoulder, and leaned in close to his ear to talk. We stayed that way for a while. We talked about parties. We talked shit about our friend Jess (lovingly). We talked about a lot of things... but all I was focused on was how close he was to me. On his smile--his knowing smile. And then there was a lull in our talk.

He took me onto the dance floor. At first, our dances were silly, friendly. But then, we got closer to each other. I started dancing with my back to him, our bodies grinding together. It wasn't long before I could feel him getting hard. At first, I pretended not to notice. But then I couldn't stop myself from pressing into him. He put a hand flat on my stomach, pushing my ass into him. I turned to face him, and he smiled at me, saying nothing. I willed him to kiss me, but I think he knew I wanted him to. He was playing with me, holding off.

So I rose up on my toes and kissed him. And holy fuck, he was a good kisser. The kisses started gentle, coy, but quickly escalated to the point where it was clear that we just wanted to fuck right there. But that wouldn't have been very classy.

Then the fucking fire alarm went off! The steam from all the sweat had set it off. So the whole party headed outside onto the lawn to wait for clearance.

I had left my coat inside. The alcohol was keeping me warm enough, but Ben asked if I was cold. I said yes, and he pulled me in close to him. I wrapped my arms around his body, realizing how nice and muscular it was. Our school had a rock climbing wall, and he was really into climbing, but he didn't dress in a way that showed off how fit he was. I felt myself getting really turned on, as we stood pressed together out in the cold. A few of our friends came over to us and started talking, and we just stayed that way, arms around each other, pretending it was perfectly normal: I was cold, so this was the practical thing to do.

The fire department gave us clearance, so we all went back inside. The music started back up, and everyone headed toward the dance floor. But I stopped Ben in the entryway. All our friends continued on without us.

I said into his ear, "Do you want to get out of here?" It was the first time I'd ever said anything like that.

"Yes I do," he said.

So, we grabbed our coats and beelined for my dorm room. We basically ran there, saying little. My dorm was a two-bedroom with a small common room, and I shared my bedroom with a roommate. So when we got there, we discovered--to our EXTREME dismay--that my roommate Raquel was already engaged in her own activities with her boyfriend. From our common room, we could hear moaning and rattling through the bedroom door.

But I could not let this conquer us. I took Ben by the hand and led him to our common room sofa, and sat him down. We could do it right here, if it was okay with him.

Ben wasn't sure. He asked me if I thought Raquel and her boyfriend would come out. I said they sounded busy. And that seemed good enough for him.

I climbed onto Ben's lap in my skirt. He slid his hands up my bare thighs, just under my skirt, and I felt that delightful tingling heaviness in my nether regions.

I kissed him, as he put his hands on my hips, pulling me down. He was already getting hard again. I started to grind on him, feeling him grow. It felt surreal that this was happening--I was about to fuck my friend. My very attractive friend.

He kissed my lips, my jaw, my neck, traveling down... He pulled the deep collar of my shirt down below my bust, exposing my bra. I was wearing a soft, lacy white bra with no padding, and it was easy for me to pull down the fabric to pop out my breasts. He held them in his big hands, seemingly in awe of them. Kissing them, sucking them. And for a moment, I felt exposed. Part of me worried that our third roommate, Lauren, would come in. But I decided I didn't care. I wanted this.

I was getting very wet, grinding against him. I wanted him to fill me up. So I got off of him to undo his fly--

But when I went to sit next to him on the sofa, he reached up under my skirt. Pushing aside my rainbow underwear, he slid a finger inside of me. It felt so good, sliding in and out. Then he took it up to two fingers, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. He stroked my G spot, and I was completely at his mercy. I fucking ached to ride him. I asked him to fuck me, but he kept fingering me, watching my face, enjoying watching me squirm.

But I didn't want to come yet. I wanted Ben to fuck me first. So I reached over and undid his fly, and his cock sprang free. It was the first uncircumcised dick I'd ever seen in person, and I loved the way it felt in my hand. I stroked it, and it felt so hard and smooth.

Without missing a beat, Ben put on a condom. I climbed on top of him, not even bothering to take my underwear off. Pulling my underwear to the side, I slid down onto him, and it felt so fucking nice. He grabbed my ass and squeezed it, pushing me down harder onto his cock.

I bounced up and down, still fully clothed, with my breasts free. I could feel the orgasm building. He cupped my breast, as I rode him even harder--

I came. It was so powerful that it shocked me. And although I came as quietly as I could, an "oh!" definitely escaped my lips. I felt the intense pulsations within me, but I kept riding him until I couldn't bear the intensity of it. I just had to sit still until the orgasm had its way with me. And when it was finally over, I sat there, on his lap, with his hard cock inside of me, my face flushed, so happy that I laughed aloud.

Ben looked rather proud of himself. I continued to ride him slowly, and took one of his fingers and sucked on the tip of it. He seemed to really like that, because I remember he closed his eyes and said, "Oh, fuck."

He flipped me on my back and got on top. Pumping faster, he put his hand behind my neck and looked into my eyes. It was so intense. I could feel all of him pushing in and out of me, and I used my legs to pull him in. He fucked me hard until finally, his face contorted into this wonderful agony, and he came--hard.

For a few seconds, we lay there, entangled. I remember grinning, thinking, 'Wow, we should have done this earlier.'

We sat up. He pulled his pants up, and I straightened my underwear. We laughed. We agreed that had been pretty nice. It had apparently been a while for him too, so we'd both needed that.

Within minutes, the third roommate, Lauren, came home. She talked with us for a few minutes, suspecting nothing, before going to bed. Ben and I ended up talking for another couple hours, back to our normal friend-state, until we both fell asleep in the common room. He got up early the next morning. But before he left, he kissed me one last time. We probably would've fucked again right then if we hadn't had class.

Once he left, my roommate Raquel came out, and started giggling. She told me she and her boyfriend had heard the whole thing. She high-fived me for ending my dry spell.

Little did we know this would be the beginning of an era that would come to be known as my Sex Rampage...

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I'll try to write out parts 2-5 soon if there's any interest!