I knew Jenna was easy--most of my guy friends had already fucked her--but I didn't know how slutty she was until the day I met her. We were introduced by a mutual friend as she sat cross-legged on the grass outside the commmunity college centre, wearing a fairly short skirt, and smoking a joint with three male classmates. I didn't really mean to peek, but it was hard NOT to notice that she wasn't wearing any panties, and that her cunt was shaved bare. I gasped as I caught a glimpse of her bald pussy, then blushed a deep shade of red. I had heard there were women who did that, but I'd never met any.
She just laughed and winked at me, totally at ease with herself and her raw brand of sexuality. In all honesty, that was the main reason I wanted to meet her. I was still an awkward virgin, and I was completely fascinated by girls who went around screwing a whole whack of different guys. I also found out later the same day that she wasn't just your everyday easy fuck. Apparently, Jenna was also known for her kink, something pretty rare among freshman college girls.
I didn't quite understand why she immediately took me under her wing. Maybe she saw something in me that I hadn't yet seen in myself, or maybe she was simply into corrupting innocents. I didn't question it too much, either. I was just glad to be welcomed into her clique... one of the "bad girls" who gave the boys wet dreams every night and hard-ons every day. In my first heady week as one of Jenna's gang, I actually caught more than a few guys in class staring at my tits, my legs or my miniskirt--knowing that there was nothing underneath but smooth skin and a wet snatch--and rubbing their hard cocks over tight jeans.
It was a well-known fact that I was a virgin aching to get fucked, so it wasn't surprising that my male classmates were beating a path to my door, climbing over each other to be my first "date". I'd tell Jenna who asked me out, and she'd tell me who was worth doing. But then she'd always add that I should wait until the big seniors' Halloween party, where the men... not boys... were sure to "give me the ride of my life and make me cum so damn hard that my brains would blow out my ears".
"These seniors," she boasted, "just LOVE to deflower frosh. It's all my brother and his rugby buddies ever talk about. There's like a whole ritual involved. The guy brings the girl back to his room, pounds her pussy for hours on end, then takes her panties and hangs them outside his door to show everyone what he did to her. Some of these chicks think it's demeaning, but," she added conspiratorially, "I pretend to be a virgin just to get that well-fucked."
So, in spite of the fact that I had to walk around day after day with a sodden cunt, wanting desperately to jump the next guy who passed, squeezing my legs together to stop the juices from dribbling down my thighs, the pressure making me throb all the more, I held out until October 28. By then, my would-be freshmen lovers were worked up into a frenzy, and people were taking bets on when I'd give in and to whom.
That night, my parents drove me over to Jenna's. I was dressed as an African tribeswoman, with a spear in one hand and a doggie bone in my teased-up hair, a black leotard and tights over a black lace thong, and a skimpy grass skirt and grass anklets. The form-fitting leotard hugged my large tits, and the neckline plunged low enough to expose my cleavage. The tights were perfect for showing off my shapely legs.
Jenna hugged me tight as I walked through the door, pointedly introduced me to her brother William, and dismissively presented his friend Josh and her current "boyfriend without strings" Nick from Australia. Since her parents were out of town, we helped ourselves to their booze, and had a nice buzz on by the time we left for the blow-out, Jenna unsteadily taking the wheel of the family car.
The event turned out to be a dud, with too may fresh-faced frosh chicks hanging about, vying for attention. Not that I cared. I was totally in lust with William, an older male version of Jenna, incredibly attractive and exuding some sort of feral sexuality. And I could tell that he was drawn to me, too. He kept staring in my direction, unconsciously licking his full red lips, then exchanging knowing glances with Jenna. I wondered what that was all about, but relegated the thought to the back of my mind.
After an hour or so, frustrated that the cute girls weren't paying any attention to him, Josh suggested that we go to a private bash in the student "ghetto" where the other senior ruggers were partying. So we headed over to their friend Peggy's, and found a nice-sized group of people getting shit-faced in the kitchen, or bumping and grinding on the makeshift dance floor in the living room. There were enough women there to make Josh happy, and enough new meat to satisfy Jenna.
Before long, Nick indicated to Jenna which guy to seduce, and she went for it like a hungry wolf bounding after its helpless prey. Within minutes, she was leading her poor victim off to one of the bedrooms, with Nick following a half-hour later to watch and jerk off. "It's one of our favourite games," she had confided to me earlier that week. "He just loves to watch me get fucked while he stands over me and strokes his huge cock. He gives me enough time to make sure the guy is so far gone that he wouldn't stop even if his own mother was watching, then he comes in and gets off."
I was thinking about their little game when William caught my attention, nodded at the dance floor, and pulled me easily into his strong, athletic arms. The second his fingers grazed the bare skin on my neck, I felt sparks. There was something electric in his touch, and it made my juices gush, soaking my thong through and through, and coating my thighs as we danced. I thrust my hips into him, feeling the base of his shaft press against my pulsing cunt; he pushed his pelvis into me, crushing his long, thick cock between us.
