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My Time as an Undergrad Fratslut

It was the late 2000's. After moving around Eastern Europe throughout my childhood, I was planning to go to university in Heidelberg, Germany. My father, a photographer, and my mother, a scientist, were excited for me to be at one of the world's oldest cities, and so was I.

To give a little bit of a background, my name is Esmeralda. And yes, my parents names me after Esmeralda from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Esmeralda from the book was Romani, and so am I. At least half. My dad is half Choktaw, on his mom's side, and white on his dad's.

I have inherited the melanin, the high cheekbones, and pretty eyes from my ancestors on both sides. With that I have my dad's wit, and my mom's academic genes. Back in 2008, that was a recipe for a delicious disaster.

I lived in student housing my first year. The classes were going well. I was making friends. And I had plenty of attention from the guys. I went on a few dates. And one of them ended up in me and him on his living room couch. I was straddling him and in the middle of us making out, he stopped and had me stand up. As I was standing up confused, he knelt before me, pushed my criminally short skirt up and pulled down my panties. He breathed them in, and pulled me onto him for a deep kiss. His hands were roaming, and so were mine. He untied the hook at the nape of my neck and my halter top fell open. He didn't waste a second and took one of my tits in his hand, squeezing slowly and rubbing his thumb on my nipple. The other one was already in his mouth. My back was arched, pushing my tits onto him.My Time as an Undergrad Fratslut фото

He unbuttoned my skirt, and unclasped my top. Taking a step back, he looked at me for a second before pulling me onto his lap she falling back on the sofa.

It felt heady, to be naked on top of him, in the living room when he was still wearing his pants and his wife beater. His pants didn't stay on much longer though. I got off from his lap to kneel before him so I could suck his cock. I had been feeling its hardness for hours at this point and I needed it. It felt so powerful to be kneeling in front of him, my body bare for anyone to see, and worship his cock with my mouth. I was lost in it for a while, eyes only focused on his face, throat working the head of his cock, and ears hearing his moans and grunts. I was startled out of it with the sound of someone sitting on the sofa that I had my back towards. As I was trying to turn my head, the man I was sucking kept grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. Drunk on cock, I didn't pay much attention to what was happening behind me until I felt hot cum run down my throat.

I realized I was dripping all over inner thighs. Thick, milky secretions were making the inner parts of my thighs sticky, and my lips were creamy. As I looked back two of his roommates were sitting on the sofa. Both with very visible erections underneath their sweatpants. I felt a little shy. Which I guess is counterproductive to what I had been doing just moments ago.

Theodore, the guy I was sucking off, helped me up and plopped me right beside him on the sofa. We were now facing his roommates, Zeke and Ilia. Zeke, or Ezekiel is English, and Ilia is Russian. As I try to cover myself up, Theodore stops me. He kisses me and says, "They've seen it already, what's the point?" I find it hard to disagree with that. I reluctantly let my hands fall to my side, I cross my legs, and Theodore pats me on my thigh.

"What?" I ask.

"They have seen it Esmeralda! Let them enjoy the view!"

I huffed and puffed, but I kept them apart.

As we were chatting about classes, campus life, and holiday plans, Theodore's fingers kept brushing my inner thighs. He gave a quick squeeze and brought his fingers to his nose and breathed deeply.

"God, Esme. "

I joked, "Just Esme is fine."

He said, "You smell so good!" He then looked at Zeke and Ilia, and said, "You guys have to see for yourself."

Zeke and Ilia looked at me, and I responded by sliding down on the sofa, with my legs further apart.

Ilia dropped to his knees and crawled to me. He brought his face in between my inner thighs and breathed deeply.

He ran a singular finger along my slit, picked up some moisture, a thing string of glistening liquid between his finger and my skin, broken quickly by him bringing his finger to his nose and his mouth. A long slow drag of his tongue before sucking his fingertip clean.

Zeke walked across the space and knelt before me. He was not a man of many words. He bent down, breathed, and spread my lips apart. He found my clit, and ran his fingers along every part of my vulva, all around my clit, each time barely escaping it. He watched as I dripped more, tried to hump his finger, and unsuccessful, whined like an unhappy puppy.

Theodore chuckled. He was still on the sofa, lazily stroking his cock back to life. As I looked at him demandingly, he asked Zeke to let me out of my misery.

"Let her have it Zeke, her pussy's practically weeping."

Ilia became my knight in shining armor.

"Move aside Zeke. If you won't, let me get this girl some relief."

Ilia pushed me back on the sofa next to Theodore and knelt between my legs. Zeke sat beside me on the other side. Ilia dove right in with his tongue on my clit and his fingers sliding in my pussy. I had been teased and edged for so long that I needed barely any stimulation to cum. Zeke had decided to be generous after all and had my left breast in his hand, squeezing, and his lips wrapped around my nipple.

Theodore, being the gentleman, pulled me into a deep kiss, muffling all my moans from Ilia's mouth and fingers working on me. It took me a few minutes but I moaned loudly into Theodore's mouth as I gushed onto Ilia's face. As Theodore released me, Ilia came up to kiss me and I could taste my glorious orgasm all over his face. As Ilia was kissing me, I felt a finger trail along my slit, carefully avoiding my overstimulated clit, looking over, I caught Zeke sucking his fingertip coated in my juices.

And this my friends, is, how my time of being a house slut for these three boys began. Not so long after this, I moved into their house, but that story will be in the next part!

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