Anna's Adventures

Chapter 6 "No Way! Not Porn!"

We drove for 2 hours to my new life. I contemplated my old one. I enjoyed parts and learning about myself. But the idea of Slutty, easy, anal Anna kept filling my brain. Yes I enjoyed each of those titles especially during sex. But I had to be a normal college girl. I planned on a simple more relaxed college life. I moved into the dormitory and had one roommate her name was Tiffany. We settled in and chatted. I didn't even come close to telling her my past sexual stuff, we kept the conversation light. She was a good looking girl. Maybe a little bit bigger than me in her tits and ass and she had a very pretty face and body. I was a little jealous of her more curvy body but in the end who cares. I just had to be normal Anna.

Things were normal for the first couple of weeks. I decided to wear more casual clothing and nothing too revealing. But my roommate, Tiff, knew she was sexy and flaunted it. She turned the heads of the boys and enjoyed it. I tried my best to let it roll off my back and not let it bother me. But deep down I wanted the attention of the men. I liked the idea of men lusting after me. But instead they were lusting after Tiff. My mind was torn. Finally, after much internal debate, I decided a little more revealing clothing would be in order. Just to give the guys more to look at than just her. We became friends and hung out together and after we talked a lot I learned that she enjoyed the attention of the men as well. She explained that she had had been with 3 men. I kinda chuckled as she was embarrassed to even say 3. I just told her that I had been with more. She tried to get me to tell her the number but I couldn't do it. It was way too embarrassing. We settled on more than 10. She was floored. I just explained that a few times it turned out to be more than one guy at a time and that's how the number got higher.

One Friday we decided to attend a party off campus. It was close by and it was called a "house party." We dressed sexy. But not slutty and walked over to the house. We both were a little nervous to be attending our first college party. We just heard about the kegs of beer and things could get a little out of hand.

We both had never had any beer before other than a sip from our dad's bottle but nothing more. We got there and had to pay $5 for a cup and went downstairs. It was a dungeon down there. Bad lighting and it smelled of beer and other pungent odors. Plus it was filled with about 30 people mainly guys. We filled our glasses and tasted it. Gosh it was awful. I asked what it was and they said some ice beer. Stronger than normal beer. That way the house owners could buy less beer but getting everyone drunk quicker. Seemed like a good plan but overall a stupid idea. But really I had no clue about drinking and its addictive nature.

We sipped our bad beer and mingled with a few of the women and men. I got caught up talking with a group of guys who seemed to like me and my way of dressing and talking. I never had trouble holding a conversation. Tiff had went to use the bathroom and we were separated. It didn't bother me at all. I was enjoying the company. As my beer was almost gone the guys talked me into downing the rest. They did too and some of their glasses were full. I took the 3 swallows and winced as I drank it. Then it was refilled. About half way into the second beer I could feel its new effects it was having on me and my mind. I began to open up amount the cuteness of the guys and a little more about my past. Telling them that I've had sex with multiple men before. I'm not sure how it came up and why I shared that but it seemed natural at the time. They kept asking more and more questions about it but I tried my best to keep it on the down low. I shared about birth control and the guys going bareback. Around the 3rd beer I even told them about taking it up the ass. The guys seemed all over that and they kept getting closer to me and began touching my arm. I looked around and noticed why they were closer. The place was getting quite crowded.

I needed to pee and the group of admiring guys decided to go with me after we topped off our glasses. Some of the guys had to be on their 6th or more. I wondered just how someone could drink that much. I could definitely feel its effects on me. We got to the stairs and I had trouble lifting my feet high enough. So after my second attempt one of the guys helped me. He had his arm around me and helped lift me when I needed it.

When we got upstairs and over to the line for the bathroom(it seemed alcohol makes you pee) the guys who helped me said, "I think you're a little drunk Anna."

I explained that this was my first time drinking and yeah I sure felt different.

I saw Tiff upstairs talking to a guy and seeming to be having a good time. So I didn't bother her. After a good 10 minute wait I finally got my turn at the bathroom. Damn I had to go. It took a while to get it all out of me and finally after washing up I exited the room. I waited for the guys to do their business and then they asked me if I wanted to go to their place for more beer.

I thought about my past. 4 guys at their place. Well it's not 10. Plus I kinda liked these guys. And the state I was in I knew I couldn't say no. I felt a tinge of wetness as we walked by Tiff heading for the door. I waved at her and she gave me a look.

I quickly ran over to her and said, "We're getting out of here. Will you be ok if I leave?"

She said, "Um... yeah I'll be fine. But you're leaving with those FOUR guys?"

I said, "Yeah! They are roommates and live close by. We're going to have another drink and listen to music."

She said, "Ok. Just be careful!"

I said, "yep I'll be fine."

We got to their apartment and inside they mixed me a fruity drink which tasted amazing. But being my 4th I was talking freely about anything and everything with these 4 guys. Somehow I ended up flashing my boobs and then one thing led to the next and within the next hour #33, #34, #35 and, #36 were in the books. Again I wanted to find another Carlos but it wasn't the case. By the end I had loads in my ass, pussy, mouth and all over my tits. I was coherent through it all and came multiple times or maybe peaked multiple times through one long orgasm. I still had trouble deciphering if I actually came all the way out of an orgasm or if it really never ends as long as something is going on anyway. And with 4 guys there was always something going on that's for sure.

After we finished our gang bang session I didn't want to walk home so I cleaned myself the best I could and slept in one of the guys beds.

I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and my mouth was so dry I didn't think I could even swallow.

But I managed to swallow and soon everything was well enough to analyze my situation.

I had a naked man next to me. I was naked. I needed water and something for my headache.

I was on the side of the bed that was up against the wall and I tried to slide off the foot of the bed without waking this naked man. I didn't even know his name. But when I moved, my head hurt more and I ended up waking him up. As he came became coherent I said, "I need something for my headache!"

He said, "Oh your hungover are you!"

I said, "I guess, never been before."

He said, "In my closet. On the shelf."

I found the bottle but as I was reaching up.

He said, "That's one sexy ass Anna!"

I kinda forgot that I was still naked. Not like I really cared. I had plenty of experience being naked around multiple men and it didn't even really bother me anymore.

I said, "Thanks! I suppose I should find my clothes."

I took two pills in my hand and I needed something to wash them down. I needed a glass of water.

I said, "Do you know where my clothes are?"

He said, "I think they are still on the living room floor when you stripped for us!"

Wait. Stripped. I thought I just flashed them. I didn't really know how it all started.

I said, "thanks."

Then I opened his door and walked out. I turned the corner and I could hear someone in the living room. But I didn't really care. After all we all fucked the night before and well, I was naked then too.

I walked down the short hall and into the living room. I looked at 2 guys staring at me.

I said, "Just getting my clothes!"

They pointed to the couch on the other side of the living room. I just stood there to see if one of these gents would retrieve them for me but nope. They wanted me to walk in front of them to get them myself.

So I did. I picked up my clothes and then walked past them again into the kitchen and started to get dressed. They were still staring bit with the countertop in the way they could only see my tits. I couldn't find my thong and asked if they guys saw it. They just shook their heads and I put on my clothes minus the thong. Then I downed my pills and a full glass of water and began to walked out.

I said, "Bye guys."

One said, "Hey! You going to "Banana's" tonight?"

I said, "What?"

He said, "Yeah tonight's party is there."

I said, "I didn't know about that one. But maybe."

I got the address and walked out.

I my head hurt but in all I didn't regret what I did. I was pleasured as much as the boys. If not more. I turned the corner and saw Tiff ahead of me walking back to our dorm. I yelled to her. But winced as my head hurt from my loudness.

She stopped and walked to me. The first thing out of her mouth.

"Walk of shame! Huh?"

I said, "What?"

She said, "It's called the walk of shame. Girls walking home the morning following a night of sex at some guys place."

I said, "oh. I see."

She said, "So did you sleep with one of those guys?"

I thought. Sleep! Well yeah. But I fucked 4 of them first. I didn't want to lie. But I didn't want her to be alarmed at my extreme sluttiness either. So I took a subtle approach.

I whispered, "Yeah, um... don't get the wrong impression of me but... with all 4. Did you f... I mean, sleep with that guy?"

I decided to use her word. It did sound quite cleaner and nicer than fuck!

She said, "Yes but... All 4! What happened? Were you drugged?"

I said, "No, No, No, of course not!"

Wait why did she say that? Damn. Do I just tell her that I'm a slut? Or just let her figure that out for herself. I mean. I really enjoyed last night. And was considering, if this headache went away, to attend another party tonight.

I said, "ok. I was a little drunk but I still willingly did it."

She looked hard at me. She said, "Willingly. You willingly had sex with 4 guys?"

We were now approaching our building and there were a few guys and girls outside. I hoped they didn't hear her last words. This was a decent size college with probably 15,000 students maybe more. But if my dorm found out. It would spread like wildfire. I didn't want that. I had enough trouble with that in high school.

I put my finger to my mouth and said, "Shhhh."

I whispered, "Not so loud."

We continued talking quietly as we entered our dorm.

She said, "How could you have had sex with all four? Sorry but that was quite slutty!"

I said, "Um... yeah it was slutty. But... I like sex. I've found that one usually doesn't satisfy me and... well... I feel the need for more."

She thought for a few seconds as we entered the elevator alone.

She replied, "Really? Cuz... I feel bad after just one."

I said, "Don't feel bad. Wasn't it good for you? Didn't you enjoy it?"

She said, "Well yeah. The sex was good I guess. But after I feel like well... I shouldn't have, you know.... A one night stand."

I felt the need to try to lift up her spirits as well as explain my desires.

I said, "Listen, it takes 2 to tango, guys don't feel remorse. It's a notch on their belt or bed post if you will. They aren't labeled as sluts. But they are just as slutty or maybe even more than us. I'm just exploring my sexual desires and actually... Really! Enjoying it... you said you enjoyed it, the act of it anyway right?"

She said, "It was ok. I mean... somewhat."

We walked into our room and I said, "Somewhat? What the fuck? You should have gotten more satisfaction than the man. Didn't you have an orgasm?"

She said, "um no... I kinda faked one."

I said, "Girl. Let me help you. Faking is not acceptable. I mean I've done it too but it makes the whole process unenjoyable. It should be extremely enjoyable for you and if a guy isn't doing it right then find a way to help him. Think of it as mutual sex. He gets off and you get off too. Last night I had what you could call 4+ orgasms."

She said, "What? No way! 4. I've only orgasmed with guys like twice in my life."

I said, "Well I do seem to orgasm a little easier than most. At least that's what I've been told. But let's go to this party tonight and we'll stick together and I'll show you how to enjoy the shit out of sex!"

She said, "What another party? More sex, another strange man. I'm already at 4."

I quickly said, "Hey don't worry about the number. I've had like 10 times... I mean, a lot more and... I'll tell you. I've orgasmed probably 100 times with guys! So fuck yeah. Another party and let's have some fun!"

The look she gave me was that of shock and maybe a little intrigue, I could tell.

Finally she said, "I guess... we could go out to another party tonight."

I said, "Fuck yeah. And you'll get your rocks off for sure!"

I wasn't sure if I could deliver on what I was proposing but I was going to sure as hell try. This girl wasn't enjoying the thing that gave me the most pleasure in life and I needed to help her out. Even if it meant not getting my fulfillment.

She looked at me and said, "Ok Anna, let's do this thing!"

I said, "Good girl! Now I need you to tell me what works for you and what doesn't."

We discussed sex for over an hour. She seemed reluctant to become what she called a slut. But I kept reassuring her that even though I was called a slut before, in my heart I really wasn't a slut. We were just going to enjoy sex like a guy does.

But deep down I knew that I was actually the perfect slut. And hearing the word during sex made me get off even harder. But I couldn't tell her that. I'd let her figure that out for herself.

That evening we dressed sexy and went to the party. We paid for our glasses and had a beer together before I found our victims. It turned out to be only 3 guys as one decided to be with his girlfriend. Too bad for him. As these two sluts wanted plenty of action. We went back to their place and right out in their living room we had an orgy. I would coach the guys on how to give Tiff the pleasure she wanted while riding another guys cock. I was enjoying the sex a ton but I really tried to not cum yet as Tiff needed it first. Then I could get wild. As one guy fucked her I told another guy to play with those sexy titties. I watched as she seemed to be getting close and moaning quietly.

I said, "Tiff. Just let it out. Fucking let go. Do whatever you need to do just release your tensions."

She took my words to heart and started rubbing her clit. Then she came. She even swore while cumming and I watched as she shook and spasmed. She even called herself a slut. And when that word came out of her mouth she froze, then kept yelling as she peaked probably harder than ever before.

The guys kept taking turns fucking both of us and now I let myself be myself. Yelling and screaming and cumming. It wasn't the best sex by far but still, good sex is better than none at all. And I was happy to give Tiff the night she needed.

After we were both creamed multiple times and the guys were spent we decided to walk home that night since it was still early. She had increased her body count to 7 while I was now at 39. All was good and she thanked me for a wonderful time.

Bananas threw a mid week party that week and we both attended. It wasn't busy like the Saturday party and pickings were slim. But I ended up talking with the guys who lived at the house and by the end of the night Tiff and I had fucked all six guys who lived there.

I missed class the next day sleeping and Tiff did too. So we discussed her new desires. She was a little apprehensive about her count rising from 3 to 13 in less than a week but I reassured her that we were just having fun. And lots of it. She seemed to really enjoy having multiple orgasms and kept talking about it. I ended up telling her that I had now been with 45 different men and she seemed more intrigued than shocked. I think I created another slut.

I thought about my situation. A freshman at college only a month in and now skipping class because of my sluttiness. I had better buckle down and be a student. Not some slutty bimbo who parties and fucks all the time.

That weekend I wanted to stay inside and study and rest. But Tiff begged me to go out. And my body agreed even if my mind didn't.

Friday was another 4 guys. And Saturday we fucked the 6 from Bananas again.

I was now at 49. Sunday I wondered if I could wait for #50 for a while. It seemed to be a milestone that I should be hitting maybe in my mid 20's not 3 months into my 19th year.

That following week as my studies struggled I found a smart guy who agreed to help tutor me. He ended up being my #50. Just him alone. And not some gang bang. It felt quite different. Quite intimate. And more touching and loving, than just being fucked by multiple men. I liked it a lot and even though sex was just ok. The other parts seemed to make it worthwhile.

Soon we were "dating" but that Saturday night Tiff and I were back at bananas and fucking the guys who lived there. It actually felt bad cheating on him. But the pleasure I got from those 6 men was too much for me to resist. These guys knew my craving for my ass to be pounded and I really got off. Fuck I was a true cheating slut.

I ended up meeting two guys who lived up one floor from us in the dorm as it was guys every other floor and girls the other floors. After a night with those two I was up to 52 men. And another house party with another 3. Now I was at 55. Tiff did her own thing and added 3 men to her body count. All Before thanksgiving break.

I went home for break and had some time to recharge and rethink my situation. Why was I so addicted to sex? At bananas I was known as "The Slut!" In my dorm it seemed like word had spread about our slutty behavior. And now at some house parties we were given free glasses because they knew us as sluts who would be fucking lucky guys by the end of the night. I guess having sluts at their house parties was good for business.

I tried to slow my sexual urges but after spending family time on Thanksgiving my body got the best of me and I met Cody on Friday afternoon and told him to fuck me in the ass! I couldn't stop. And I didn't want to. It gave me too much pleasure. I wanted to even call Paul on Saturday for a gang bang but I was able to stop myself... barely. So I decided to head back to school on Saturday night so I didn't do something with Paul and his buddies.

Tiff was gone and campus was relatively quiet. So I went for a stroll around some of the party houses looking for some fun. As I turned down one street I saw lights on and heard music. I thought about going home but I couldn't, I walked up to the door and walked in thinking it was a house party that I hadn't heard about.

But when I got inside I realized that it wasn't a house party but a bunch of guys who lived there.

One guy yelled, "Hey!"

I said, "Oh sorry wrong house."

I turned to leave but he said, "No babe it's ok. Hang out with us!"

I'm mind said get the fuck out of there, but my body turned around and smiled at his friendliness. I learned that these were football players who had just won a game and were headed to a bowl game around New Years. They were excited and celebrating. I had a few beers with them talking and carrying on. Well one thing led to another and soon I was stripping off my clothing for their viewing pleasure. Then I began stripping off their clothing. It was so exciting to see all of these ripped men. Some had six packs and others were just plain huge. Plus I had never been with a black man before and, as that didn't bother me in the least, the rumors of their cocks and the size had me quite wet.