I had several classes with this really cute sorority girl named Stephanie.

She had long dark hair, hazel eyes, and pouty lips. We started out as study partners and good friends. Then we began dating. She was fairly reserved, but after two months, we were finally having sex.

Her friend Robin moved up from Florida, and they got a place together. Robin was totally wild. Stephanie and I would often return to the apartment to find Robin fucking the hell out of some guy in her bedroom with the door wide open. And she loved to walk around the place naked. Robin’s uninhibited style began to rub off on Stephanie, but I wouldn’t find out just how much until later.One Friday evening, Robin invited us to a private erotic-art exhibit and party. Robin had arranged for one of her boyfriends to pick her up. She let Stephanie know that she probably wouldn’t be back until Sunday.

The party was held in a large warehouse that had several smaller rooms off to the side, where most of the art was. There was one guy there who I knew. His name was Jonathan. He had gone to college in Europe and was a real player. His accent probably helped. He spotted me and came over to talk. He sat across from us, and I could tell that Stephanie was flirting with him. Every now and then, he’d say something to her in French and she’d laugh and smile back at him. She was fluent in French, and I couldn’t speak a word of it.Stephanie’s feet were up on the coffee table and her legs were spread open. She was looking at him suggestively and licking her lips every few seconds. I told her I thought we should get going and she agreed, saying she had a headache and wanted to go home to rest.

We were nearly out the door when she turned around and whispered something in Jonathan’s ear.

When we got back to her place, she suggested I come back in the afternoon — late in the afternoon. I knew something was up, but I kissed her goodnight and told her to call me later.I drove off, but the more I thought about it, the more suspicious I became. I headed back to her place and parked across the street. Ten minutes later, Jonathan drove up and knocked on her door. Stephanie let him in. I waited five minutes, then went around back. Her bedroom window was open and the blinds were slanted, but not fully closed. I looked in. Stephanie and Jonathan were sitting on the edge of her bed, kissing like mad. I was about to go to the front door and start pounding on it when I realized my erection was about to burst through my pants. I continued to watch.

By then, Jonathan was fondling her breasts. His hand slid up her leg to her crotch. I heard her moan. He pulled off her panties and tossed them on the floor. He started to finger her. Though I was hurt, I thought my dick was going to explode in my pants. Stephanie untied her dress and let it fall off. She dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. Her face lit up when she saw how big it was.

“Oh yeah, baby. This is going to be fun,” she smiled. She pulled down his pants and boxer shorts. Then she started to lap at his huge erection. She slid her tongue up one side and down the other. After a few minutes, she climbed up on the bed and spread her legs wide. He buried his face in her cunt and really did a number on her. Minutes later, Stephanie screamed, “Enough! Now fuck me!” He grabbed her legs and hooked them over his shoulders, driving his cock deep inside her. After a few hard thrusts, she got on top. She turned around, pushed him back on the bed, centered her pussy over his massive cock, and took him in. Each time she rose up, she left his cock all shiny and wet. She leaned forward to kiss his neck. “I want your ass,” he demanded. He lifted her up and lowered her back down. But this time she took his cock, still slick with her pussy juice, into her waiting asshole. I didn’t even know she could — or would — do that. She screamed with pleasure as he fucked her ass. It was an incredible sight.

By the time they’d finished, they were both covered in sweat and come and seemed near exhaustion, but Stephanie wasn’t done. She asked Jonathan when he’d be ready to go again. He looked down and said he really had to get home to his girlfriend. She looked disappointed. Five minutes after Jonathan left, I knocked on the front door. She seemed shocked to see me. I said the outfit she’d worn to the party made me so horny I couldn’t sleep, so I had to come back. She liked hearing that and pinned me to the door, kissing me deep. Her tongue was wild, and she smelled of sweat and sex. It was intoxicating. She felt my crotch and found me ready for action.“You’re really horny,” she said. She’d found the wet spot of pre-come that stained my pants and dropped to her knees to lick it. She wanted to fuck in the living room, but I took her hand and led her to her bedroom. I looked at the noticeable wet spot on her bed.

“You’ve already been fucking, haven’t you?” I asked accusingly. I dared her to deny it. She didn’t even try. Then I told her that I knew she’d just fucked Jonathan. She looked upset. She quizzed me about how I knew, and I told her I saw everything. Stephanie took another look at my raging hard-on and said I must have enjoyed watching her, since I was so aroused. Then she sat at the head of the bed with her legs spread wide and told me I had to eat her out before I could fuck her.I started licking her and had her writhing and moaning in no time.

I knew that she had had enough when she pushed my head away and rolled onto her side, saying, “Oh, shit!” over and over again. I crawled up on the bed and slid my cock into her. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders just like Jonathan had done and felt my cock go in even deeper. It was fantastic. Then we rolled over, and she got on top and rode me wildly. She bent forward and we kissed while she ground her hips against mine. Finally I exploded. Never before had I felt such a tremendous release. My come — and probably some of Jonathan’s — ran out of her pussy. She collapsed on top of me and said, “How long before you can get it up again?” I said, “Give me 15 minutes.” And we went at it again.

We didn’t break up — not for another nine months anyway. Things were too wild and kinky, and it all started with that night.