During the first week of my sophomore year at college, I returned from my last class of the day to my dormitory room, where, to my amazement, I found my roommate Stan drinking beer with a young woman.

As it happened, both women and alcohol were taboo in the dorms at this conservative university.

The girl was very beautiful, tall and slender, with full breasts and flowing dark hair. Her distinctive blue eyes were somewhat reddened, as if she’d been crying. Stan introduced her as Carol, and told me that she was a freshman who, the night before, had found her boyfriend in bed with another girl. Stan had met her in the cafeteria and, finding her despondent, had offered her some beer and conversation to cheer her up. I immediately cursed her foolish boyfriend for breaking this beautiful creature’s heart.

Accepting a beer, I settled back on my bed and the three of us began to chat about college life, and about things in general. Our guest was rather shy, and apparently somewhat naive. Discussing her relationship with her boyfriend, we found she had never dated anyone else, and finding him like that the night before had left her crushed. But I also sensed some bitterness beneath her obvious heartbreak.

At one point the door suddenly burst open, and in popped Charles, our dorm neighbor, who was as surprised as I had been upon seeing our beautiful guest. He happily joined us, and after about a half hour of conversation, Carol asked him about several small scars on his leg, which were visible below his cutoffs. Charles said he’d gotten them playing hockey. Stan and I then displayed a few scars of our own, as if they were signs of machismo or something.

But the room suddenly became very silent when Carol spoke up to say that she had a small scar also. We were all very anxious to know where it might be. She seemed surprised by our interest, but in response to our insistent questions she pointed to a spot above her right breast, where, she said, she had had a minor operation several years earlier. Of course we all eagerly asked if she would show it to us, although we really didn’t expect her to do so.

Looking kind of embarrassed, but also excited by the attention she was receiving, Carol opened the top button of her white blouse and slipped the blouse down off her right shoulder, as we watched in amazement. “Oh, it’s lower than I thought,” she said, and she pushed the edge of her bra down also, until finally, only a fraction of an inch above her nipple, a small white scar became visible.

I guess our tongues were hanging out or something, because Carol looked at us and asked, “What’s wrong?” We could only reply that it was beautiful. She giggled then, and started sliding her bra up and down, covering the little scar and displaying it several times. “Do you like this?” she asked. We could only stammer.

Then something even more amazing happened. She lowered the bra a little too much, and her nipple popped out. “Oops!” she said, and quickly covered it, but not before a cheer went up from the three of us. It was then I realized that our friend had evidently drunk a little too much beer. “Did you enjoy that?” she giggled. “Did it make your peters tingle?”

Now it was us guys who were embarrassed. But Stan soon got over it enough to ask her if she also had a scar on her other breast. Carol giggled again. “If I do, and I show you, can I see your peters?” she asked.

This girl just continued to amaze us. Seeing how things were going, and not knowing what else to say, I suggested a game of strip poker. Carol readily agreed, and we all sat on the floor in a circle.

The first few hands sent shoes and socks flying, and our guest really got into the act by cheering the loss of each article of male attire. It didn’t take long for us to realize how time-consuming poker can be, so we began just dealing one card to each player, the loser being the low card. It also did not take long to realize that Carol would soon have to remove her blouse.

Stan lost his pants first, and I could see Carol staring intently at the large bulge in his shorts. But she lost the next hand, and with a show of reluctance removed her blouse. Her breasts were pushing out over her bra as she presented them to us, and she seemed more proud than embarrassed as we stared at them.

Stan lost again on the next draw, and with great fanfare pulled his shorts off, letting his cock spring out, as Carol oohed and aahed.

Now that one of us was entirely nude, I suggested we change the rules so that the winner of each hand could make a request of the loser (who would still have to remove a garment, if he or she was still wearing one). Carol lost the next draw and removed her jeans, Her white bikini panties barely covered her pubic area. As the winner of the hand, I asked for a kiss, and the one I received was much better than I had expected. She put her arms around me and eagerly explored my mouth with her tongue.

Soon I was down to my shorts, and everyone had been thoroughly kissed by Carol. She lost the next hand, and became very sober when she realized that either her bra or her panties now had to come off. She pleaded to be allowed to reveal only one breast at a time, and we complied. Pushing one bra strap over her shoulder, she slowly revealed the breast we had glimpsed before. It was lovely as it came into full view, pure white in contrast to her darkly tanned body. The large brown nipple stood out stiffly, proof of the girl’s excitement.

We’d almost forgotten that Stan had won the hand, until he made his request, saying he wanted to see the other breast too. Carol protested at first, but rules were rules, so she proceeded to remove the bra. Her tits jiggled in front of her with each movement. She covered them with her hands for a moment, but then dropped her hands and stuck her chest out with a kind of giggly pride. “Do they make your peters tingle?” she asked. We all said yes.

Carol lost again on the next draw, but she managed to keep her legs almost together as she rolled her panties down and off. Charlie was the winner, and for his request he asked for a better view between her legs. Carol asked why he wanted to see her there, and he replied that he thought it would be a lovely thing to see. She didn’t say anything more, but slowly moved her legs apart and revealed her vagina to us all. It was indeed a lovely thing to see.

My cock was straining and aching for action, and I couldn’t refrain from stroking it several times. Carol asked me what I was doing, and I said something about priming the pump. She then asked what would happen if I did that again. “Will it spurt?” she inquired.

“Yes,” I said. “Because of your charms.”

I couldn’t believe we were sitting there like this, three naked or nearly naked guys and one beautiful girl with her legs spread open. And she was wondering if I could make my cock spurt! In spite of her boldness, she was truly naive. I asked her about her boyfriend, and she admitted that although they often had sex, they’d never done it in the light. She had never actually seen a cock; nor, she said, had anyone ever seen her vagina. She looked at it then, and gently pulled one lip away from the other to reveal its inner pinkness. “Do you like that?” she asked.

The poker game was pretty much abandoned now, but Carol said she still had a request for me. She wanted me to finish what I’d started — meaning she wanted to see me jack off. I said I would, but only if she masturbated also. “Will you watch me?” she said. What a question!

We all stared eagerly as she lay on her back, raising her knees and spreading them apart. As she rubbed two fingers in her cunt, Stan put a desk lamp on the floor and directed the light at her pink lips. Within moments she moaned and her body spasmed as she came.

Then it was my turn. I started pumping my dick, knowing it would not take long. To my amazement, Carol cupped her hand around the head of my cock, and in a moment I filled her palm with creamy white fluid. She dipped a finger in it, tasted it and made a face of astonishment. She then spread my come onto her chest and rubbed it all over her tits. As I watched them glisten and bounce, my cock stiffened again.

After that, anything went. Stan wished to eat her out, and she said okay, but only if “everyone helped.” So Charlie and I pulled her cunt lips apart as Stan pushed his tongue in between them. Carol even held the lamp so that everyone could see. Our little darling loved the attention her cunt was getting! Previously she had thought the space between her legs was gross, and only good for being pumped in the dark by an invisible cock.

Afterwards Charlie asked her for a blowjob, which she performed valiantly under our tutelage, sucking on the head of his cock while pumping the shaft furiously with her hand.

As afternoon turned into night, we all played with her cunt. We trimmed it as closely as possible with scissors. We took turns licking it, bringing her to orgasm several times. We put different things into it, with her encouragement, culminating with the handle of a small hairbrush, which she loved. She pushed it all the way into herself and kept it there until she came.

We had just about run out of ideas when Charlie mentioned that there were three things that had not yet been in her cunt. When she asked what they were, he replied, “Our cocks.” Carol smiled happily, saying she thought we’d never ask. We then proceeded to fuck her one at a time on the bed.

Afterward she commented that she wished her boyfriend could see her now. Then her eyes lit up as she asked. “Does anyone have a camera?” We did, and we agreed to take pictures for her to show her boyfriend, as long as our faces would not be in the shots.

Carol acted as director for the photography. The first picture we took showed her sitting on Charlie’s thighs, his cock pointing up at her navel. The second showed her putting the head of it at the entrance to her cunt. The third showed her sitting all the way down on it, obviously taking all of it inside her. Another showed her looking into the camera with my balls in her mouth and my dong reaching out past her nose. The final picture was of her squatting on Stan’s chest with her hands pulling her cunt open as he looked directly into her pussy.

Our four-way session ended with all of us exhausted but happy. The next time I saw Carol was at a wet T-shirt contest at a local bar. She was in a three-way tie for first place. All the women then took their shirts right off, playing to the crowd. Carol’s tits were large, but another girl’s were even larger. They took turns shaking their tits for the crowd’s approval. Then Carol dropped her shorts, revealing the bush I’d helped trim only a few weeks before. One girl dropped out of the contest then, but the other dropped her shorts too. The crowd roared equally for the two finalists.

But our Carol won the crowd and the contest when she bowed her legs and spread her cunt lips so everybody could see inside her pussy. The crowd went wild at this, and Carol got the prize.

Stan, Charlie and I had all fallen in love with our little friend, but we knew she had a lot of wasted time to make up for before slowing down. More power to her, I say!