Greetings from Sandra No. 01

Hey, gals and guys,

This is the first of four messages I've selected from the bunch I wrote when I went off to college that I'm submitting for publication here. If you like this one, look for the next one in about two weeks. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. And living them.

Hugs and kisses,

Sandra

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Dear Loving Family (and Chip, too),

I'm taking a break from studying this Sunday night to write what probably will be a too long account of my first week at college. I'm sorry that I haven't had time to write anything more than short test messages to let you know that I'm still alive. I've worked hard to keep up with the new requirements of college over the relatively easy high school routine. But I'm starting to get a good feel for the rhythm of the campus.

I think I'm going to really like all my classes this semester. I'm particularly pleased with the instructor in my Modern American Novel class. She's pretty young and seems to connect well with students. And the professor in my Gilded Age history class promises he won't expose us to any low-flying angels among that era's upper crust.

So I've established a routine that I think will serve me well academically. But I was feeling a bit down after my final class Friday because I had no plans for a social life on my first weekend here. I've met some neat people who I'll probably end up hanging out with, but they're mostly also freshmen and hadn't had time to come up with a fun schedule for the weekend either.

I was fortunate, then, to run into two guys from one of the fraternities, Jack and Carl, on my walk back to the dorm Friday afternoon. They asked me if I was new on campus, and, if I was, would I like to attend an "orientation kegger" at their frat house. They were real nice and polite, well-dressed and pretty good looking, so I said yes. When I got back to the dorm, I got out of my school clothes and put on a robe to walk down the hall to the showers. (Because the dorm is coed, we're expected to be clothed when outside our rooms or the bathrooms. I miss the freedom to leave my room naked to go take a shower at home. But, then, I don't have to see any teeny tiny weenies like the Chip Man's under this policy.)

After the shower, I put on a T-shirt and short shorts, leaving bras and panties in drawers, and slipped into the sandals you bought me last week, Mom. I got to the frat house about five-thirty. The party was pretty well underway. It's a big old, rambling house that appears to be well maintained. I figured the frat was either a home for sons of the filthy rich or the beneficiary of a wealthy alum. Turns out it's both. Signs directed me from the front door, through the center hallway, and out to the backyard where the brothers had a tent set up for the keg and tables of snacks and appetizers.

Carl, one of the guys who invited me, saw me right away and rushed over to welcome me to the party. He draped an arm around my shoulders and led me to the beer keg. I wasn't sure whether he was starting to put the moves on me or was just being friendly. As bad luck would have it, it was the latter. Had it been the former, I wouldn't have minded one bit. Since you dropped me off a week ago, I'm the only one who has touched any intimate part of me, so I was a tad randy. (I think I disturbed my roommate's sleep a couple of times already by breathing heavily while masturbating in bed. Penny's pretty cool, though, and hasn't mentioned anything about it.)

Carl started to introduce me to some of the people around the keg but realized he didn't know my name. "I'm Sandy," I told the group. "I'm a freshman. First time away from home, and I'm happy to meet you and looking forward to having a good time tonight."

I stayed and chatted with that group for a while. Then one of the seniors, Ben, asked if I'd like a tour of the house. "It's got a pretty rich history," he said. (In fact, it was built by a minor gazillionaire during the fucking Gilded Age itself. I made a mental note to ask my history professor about the guy on Monday.) Ben's pretty handsome and, like all the other people I'd met there so far, really nice, so I quickly said yes. He took my hand and led me back into the house. The downstairs rooms are all large and well furnished, and one of them is an impressive library and study room. The large dining room is in the rear, next to a very modern kitchen. There's a rec room in the basement with weights, a treadmill, stationary bike, pool table, ping pong table and, of course, a bar.

Ben again took my hand and led me up the stairs to the second floor. He and one of the other seniors, Willy, share a sitting room in a back corner of the house. (They all sleep in a dorm on the fourth floor.) Ben and Willy's room had a couple of small desks, a bookcase, an easy chair and a love seat. Willy was sitting in the chair and reading a magazine. Ben made fun of him for skipping the kegger, but Willy said he'd plan to head down to the party in a few minutes. Ben sat on the love seat with me. He put his arm around me, and I let him know I was comfortable with the situation by snuggling up to him a bit, pressing the side of my right boob against him. The guys tried the usual bullshit on me, telling me I was really pretty, sexy, stuff like that. But I cut them short. "If you want to fuck me," I said, "just say so. Because I'm horny as hell."

Ben pushed his hand down to place it over my left tit. He turned his head and stage-whispered into my ear, "Hey, Sandy, Willy and I would really like to fuck you." I giggled, reached up to press his hand hard against my tit and felt around his crotch with my other hand until I caught his hardening cock though his shorts. Willy stood up, ripped his T-shirt over his head, loosened his shorts and dropped them and his briefs to the floor. His dick was at full staff, and I wrapped my fingers around it when he stepped in front of me to guide the head between my lips.

Willy bent over to pull my T-shirt over my head -- I took his dick deeper into my mouth after the shirt cleared my face. He caressed my boobs while Ben took off my sandals and eased my shorts down my legs. Ben knelt on the love seat next to me, wrapped his arms around my ass and pulled me up so that I was on my hands and knees. Willy sat on the arm of the seat at my head, and I quickly took his cock back into my mouth. Ben mounted the seat and me from behind, gently slipping his long, stiff rod into my pussy.

The men were really hard, and I feared they might be too excited to last long. But they're definitely experienced and have developed stamina over the years, so they rhythmically fucked my face and cunt for quite some time. I then decided they needed to switch sides, so I pulled away from their cocks, swung around on the couch and sucked Ben's dick into my mouth while Willy entered me from behind. Ever since I did it for the first time the summer after my sophomore year, I've loved tasting a dude's dick after it's been in my pussy. (I was pleased that neither of them seemed interested in sticking it in my ass; I will not do that ass-to-mouth shit, literally, that we see too often in porn vids.)

We went at it for another good long while, and I had a marvelous orgasm before they started breathing harder, moaning and groaning and tensing muscles all over. I just felt wave after wave of euphoria crashing out from my snatch to the tips of my fingers and toes. Having two great cocks in me at the same time was the perfect antidote to a whole week of abstinence. I don't know if the guys hadn't had sex in a while, too, or they just naturally unload buckets of cum when they finally let go. (I hope to find out if it's a regular thing in subsequent visits to the frat.) I just know that they filled my pussy and mouth with gallons of white, gooey jizz. As Ben shot stream after stream into my mouth and down my throat, I swallowed it all and kept on sucking until he started to go limp, just like you taught me how Daddy likes it, Mom.

(We've never settled this. Why is it called a blowjob? If you take a cock between your lips and actually blow on it, you won't get the desired result, which is a mouthful of cum. Shouldn't it be called a suckjob?)

As we dressed, they thanked me for what Willy called "a fucking fantastic fuck and suck." I assured them that the pleasure was mine. I stopped by a bathroom on my way back downstairs to take a pee and let the remnants of Willy's spunk spill out of my cunt. Once in the backyard again, I got another cup of beer and rinsed the last of Ben's jism down my throat.

Carl then came up to my side, gave me a little bump with an elbow and said, "So, how was the tour?" "Good," I said. "The Gilded Age architecture and layout is interesting, and I'm studying that period in history this semester. So, yeah, it was, uh, fulfilling."

"I'm glad you like our house. Wanna see the gardener's shack?"

"Yeah, sure."

He led me on a short path into a stand of trees that gave way to a small clearing where there was a cute little cottage. He said that he and Jack had scored big in winning a drawing to see which juniors would get to the live in the cottage that year. It had a small living room, an eat-in kitchen and two small bedrooms straddling a bathroom with a sink, toilet and shower stall. Carl had a twin bed, a table and chair, a chest of drawers and a small wardrobe in his room.

He closed the door after he ushered me in. I thought, "Well, what the fuck. It's been more than a week. A third dick tonight might lead to a good night's sleep." So I swiveled on my heel, swung my arms over his shoulders and planted a hard kiss on his lips. The man was quick and efficient in getting me naked again, and I hoped as he shoved me onto the bed and crawled between my legs that I'd done a good job cleaning my crotch after round one so that he couldn't taste the cum that had been there not long before. I must have because he ate me with gusto until I shivered and shook in climax. After I came, he lifted me onto the bed, got between my thighs again and rather roughly rammed his cock into my twat. But after my orgasm, I didn't mind the rough approach.

Carl was just as horny as I had been earlier. He pounded me hard, though not meanly, just exuberantly. I liked the way he drove his dick into me in the missionary position, which usually isn't my favorite. He crashed down on my clit with every thrust, and I felt myself racing toward another orgasm. I came and came and came. I must have drenched his dick and balls with my cunt juice. The sheets under us probably weren't dry for a week.

He clutched my hips and rolled us over, somehow managing to keep his cock buried in my cunt as I righted into the cowgirl position, which is one of my favorites. Carl drove his dick up into me, and I met him with downward thrusts. I murmured a plea I seldom utter, though every action I take shouts it loud and clear: "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard." He obliged. I must have come again because I felt like I passed out and missed the throbbing of his cock inside me as he shot spurt after spurt of spunk into my pussy.

I collapsed on top of him. I kissed his lips, which emitted the distinctive smell of my cunt. "You liked that?" he asked. "I fucking loved it, Carl," I hissed. "I fucking loved fucking you."

There was a knock on the bedroom door. Carl didn't hesitate. "Come in." Jack entered. "Hey, bro, you remember Sandy."

"If I didn't, I sure wouldn't forget her now." Jack took the liberty of tracing his fingers over my ass as he sat down on the bed next to us. "Nice to see you, Sandy. All of you."

He sat near our heads, and I could clearly see the bulge in his pants. I was already in a compromising position, so I figured I might as well take this night as far as it would go. I slid off Carl onto the floor. I quickly loosened Jack's pants. He raised his ass off the bed and I yanked his pants and briefs down to his ankles.

His cock bobbed above him. I held the base between my fingers, steadied it and lowered my lips to kiss the tip. I gradually took him deeper into my mouth. Carl sat up next to us on the bed. He reached under me and played with my left tit while Jack cradled my right. I rose and fell on Jack's shaft. He held my head in his hands. Carl was hard again. He dropped behind me and eased his cock into my cunt once more.

I was being DPed for a second time that night. It was heavenly. The men treated me like a lover, not a whore. Like the girl next door they had grown up with, played pickup baseball and basketball games with. Someone they respected.

Jack surrendered to the inevitable first. His cock throbbed between my lips. I clamped down on it, sucked it as deep into my mouth as I could and gulped down the cum it fired into my throat. I continued to suck him until Carl unleashed a second load into my pussy.

After fucking me so tenderly, they laid me on the bed and graced me with soft kisses on my forehead, cheeks and lips. They grazed their fingers over my still-hard nipples. Carl slipped two fingers into my cunt, drenching them in his cum and my pussy juice. When I left, they kissed me tenderly on the mouth.

DESPITE HAVING A legitimately wild evening, I was back in my room and sound asleep before midnight. And as I suspected and hoped, I got a tremendous night of rest. I didn't even hear Penny when, by her own account, she stumbled home about an hour later, a little bit drunk and herself also a well fucked woman. I knew when she later recounted her night that we definitely were birds of a feather.

Penny's quite pretty in a Midwest farmer's daughter kind of way. Like me, she was something of a tomboy. She has a great, athletic body. She's taller than I am and definitely more buxom, with long, seductive legs and firm, round tits. She's interested in early childhood education, with an eye to teaching at and/or running a preschool. She says, "I just love those little buggers."

I felt really good Saturday morning and, after breakfast, headed off to the gym for the first time. I had been there earlier in the week to register and reserve a locker, where I'd left my workout clothes. I changed and headed upstairs to the track that was elevated around the basketball court. I ran a couple miles and went back down to the main floor to ride a stationary bike. It seemed a shame on a nice September morning to be working out indoors rather than outside, but I wanted to see and get accustomed to the facility.

As I pedaled the bike, my teenage girl's eye was attracted to an older man lifting weights across the room. By older, I mean just six or seven years my senior. He was decidedly a hunk -- tall, but not too tall for a five-four girl like me; dark, but not too dark, just a light brown tan; handsome. Very handsome. My teenage girl's brain placed him under me in bed the way Carl had fucked me the evening before, his firm hands clutching my ass as I bounced up and down on his big, hard cock. (Read on, folks, to see if dreams do come true. Can your darling little girl get lucky two days in a row?)

After my workout, I took a long, hot shower and, I admit it, compared my body to the other girls who were in the steamy enclosure. With the confidence I had gained the night before, I decided that I stacked up pretty well. Not the longest legs, but smooth, athletic ones. Not the biggest tits, but shapely mounds with large nipples. Round, firm ass. And, okay, a very pretty face, as you (with the exception of that little snot Chip) have always assured me. I wasn't about to go strutting my stuff all over campus, but I knew that what I had to flaunt drew admiring looks from boys and men, young and old. And some women.

I literally bumped into the hunk I'd been watching pump iron as I left the women's locker room. He caught me by the shoulders and steadied me with a firm grip. I might have issued a girlish giggle in embarrassment, but he just smiled and said, "Sorry. I almost knocked you down."

"Oh, I'm okay, and it was probably my fault. I'm clumsy that way." (Though I'm not, of course.)

"Well, tell you what," the hunk said. "I saw you churning away on the pedals of that bike, so you probably worked up an appetite. I'm heading back to my apartment for lunch, and I have plenty for two. How about you join me and we can forge an accident report."

"Best invitation I've had so far today," I said.

His name is Rob, short for Robert. He's a TA -- that's a teaching assistant, for those of you who went to college centuries ago and may have forgotten -- in the physics department. He helps with experiments and research and teaches a few classes while working on his doctorate. He didn't treat me like a little girl despite his being a sort of faculty member and me just a raw freshman. He made me feel like a real grownup.

We rode in his car to his off-campus apartment. He said he had a roommate who wouldn't be back until late in the afternoon, so he was thankful for my company. He served a homemade bean and ham soup and a tossed salad. (I put my hand over my mouth as I smiled and hoped Daddy's favorite refrain wouldn't come true: "Beans, beans the magical fruit, the more you eat, the more you toot.") Literary connoisseur, that father of mine. (Love ya', Daddy.)

I helped clean up afterward, and then we sat on the living room couch to talk. I made a lame joke about hoping the bean soup didn't give me gas. Which allowed him to break the sexual ice by responding, "As long as you don't fart in my face while I'm giving you head."

I froze. Had he really just said what I thought I heard? He grabbed my hand and placed it on the bulge in his crotch. "Sandy," he said, "I want to fuck you." Okay, I had asked Ben and Willy to say that the night before. But, hell, here was a second consecutive day when I was being asked by a new-found friend to spread my legs. I squeezed his dick and lifted his hand to my tits.

We were naked in what seemed like less than a minute. I had his hard cock in my hand. He bent to suck my nipples and reached between my thighs to finger my pussy. We played with each other on the couch for a while, then he led me into his bedroom. Rob ripped off the blanket and top sheet, lay down and pulled me down on top of him. We kissed deep and hard. His cock rose between my thighs, grazed against my pussy lips. I wanted it in my mouth. I swung around and sucked his dick between my lips while he yanked my ass down and rammed his tongue into my slit. (I did not fart.)

I was in fucking heaven. I was in a feverish sixty-nine with a mature, responsible, true-life scientist. Strong, good looking. An okay cook. And, I was quickly learning while grinding my pussy over his mouth, quite an accomplished cunt-licker. Plus his cock is just the right size to fit snuggly in my mouth without choking me and breaking my jaw. I didn't know if I could stand to put off tasting his cum, but I wanted him to fuck me first.

We continued to suck cock and lick twat for a long time. I was getting clear signs that the college men had much more staying power than the high school boys I'd been fucking. The younger boys would sometimes come almost as soon as the little helmets of their dicks entered one of my caves. These college men had learned how to delay their gratification, which definitely heightened mine.

I reluctantly let Rob's dick slide out of my mouth and swiveled once again to face him from above. "Now," I said, "I want you to fuck me." I reached below my belly and guided his cock into my pussy. Another perfect fit. You once told me, Mom, that cocks that are too big can be just as unsatisfying as cocks that are too small. You said you had searched for what you called a Goldilocks dick, one that was just right, until you found your ideal swinging dick between Daddy's legs. I now know exactly what you meant. I actually let my mind wander briefly to thinking about how I could keep Rob's cock ... while, of course, not giving up access to the likes of Ben, Willy, Carl and Jack.