Three in 24 Hours: The Uni Weekend I Crossed Every Line

This all happened back in my uni days, about ten years ago, but the memories are permanently burned into my brain. It started like any standard weekend, our whole house of girls getting dressed up in ridiculously short dresses, pre-drinking in the living room, and heading down to the Student Union. Those £1 drinks were dangerously good. I bumped into a guy from my course there, and we convinced his group to come to the club with us since it was always easier for guys to get in if they were with a group of girls. The alcohol was flowing, the music was loud, and I spent most of the night grinding against him on the dance floor. By the time we all stumbled back to my house for the afters, the tension between us was peaking.

My bedroom was on the ground floor, right through the kitchen. It was an unavoidable choke point, anytime someone was hanging out in the kitchen, they saw exactly who I was dragging back to my room. As I pulled my course mate through the house, one of my housemates was sitting on the counter. Knowing exactly what was about to happen, she just smirked and gave me a high-five as we walked past. I didn't even wait for the bedroom door to fully click shut; I grabbed the hem of my dress, pulled it over my head, and threw it across the room. My friends already knew exactly what I was like.

I didn't bother taking off my strappy high heels. I just dropped straight to my knees on the carpet, completely naked except for the shoes, and pulled his cock out. He groaned loudly, his hands tangling in my hair as I sucked him off, absolutely loving the view of me looking up at him in just my heels. Before I could finish him, he hauled me up to my feet, spun me around, and bent me over the edge of the mattress. We were still standing as he drove himself into me from behind, fucking me hard and deep while the bass from the living room speakers thumped through the walls. He stayed over, and when morning came, I woke him up by straddling him. I rode him hard until he was ready to burst. He pulled out, knelt up above me, and stroked himself as he shot hot, thick ropes of cum all over my tits and stomach.

After he finally left, I hit the shower to wash his smell off me and started getting ready for the day. I had a brunch date planned with a guy I’d hung out with a few times but hadn’t slept with yet. We met up, but instead of eating, we just started ordering rounds of drinks. Riding the lingering hangover and exhaustion from the night before, the alcohol hit my bloodstream like a freight train. I got very drunk, very quickly. Being a nice guy, he offered to walk me back to my place so I could sober up. He thought he was just being a gentleman, but the second my front door closed, I threw myself at him. We made out heavily in the living room before I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward my bedroom. As we walked through the kitchen, my friend, the same one who high-fived me the night before, started cracking up laughing. Thank god she kept her mouth shut about my morning activities!

I was wearing a light summer dress, and this time, I didn't even bother taking it off. As soon as we hit the mattress, I just bunched the fabric up around my waist, shoved my panties down my legs, and climbed on top of him. It was the middle of the afternoon, all my housemates were home, but I was way too drunk and turned on to care about keeping quiet. I was straddling him, bouncing wildly, screaming his name, and openly slapping the wall with my hand, loudly begging him to go harder. I was completely uninhibited. I hit a massive, shivering orgasm, screaming as I came.

When we finally caught our breath, I pulled my dress down to look somewhat decent and cracked my bedroom door open to get some water. My stomach dropped. Standing right there in the kitchen, which shared a thin wall with my bedroom, was one of the guys from the group the night before. He had slept with my friend and stayed late. He was staring right at me. He knew I had fucked his course mate just five hours earlier, and he had just sat there listening to me screaming while getting fucked by someone else. The tension was suffocating. My date instantly felt the awkward, hostile vibe, awkwardly made his excuses, and practically ran out the front door.

I spent the rest of the afternoon chugging water and sobering up, only to start getting ready for night number two. My friend had arranged for us to meet up with the same group of guys again. When we arrived at the SU, my course mate, the guy from the morning, was noticeably missing. He had clearly heard from his friend about my loud afternoon session and couldn't face coming out. But one of his other mates? He clearly didn’t care. If anything, knowing what I'd been up to seemed to turn him on. He stuck to me all night, buying all my drinks, paying for my club entry, and keeping his hands all over my waist and thighs.

By the time we got back to my house for the second afters of the weekend, I was absolutely trashed. The room was spinning violently, so I told everyone I needed to lie down. I retreated to my dark bedroom, sipping water and trying to stop the ceiling from moving. A few minutes later, my door opened. It was the handsy guy from the club, claiming he was coming to 'check on me.' I was exhausted, dizzy, and alone with him in the dark. He didn't ask questions; he just sat on the edge of my bed, slid his hand straight up my dress, and clamped over my wetness. I didn't stop him. I just surrendered to it.

He knew I had taken two other guys in the last 24 hours, and it made him feral. There was no kissing, no gentle foreplay, he was incredibly rough. He pushed me flat onto the mattress by my throat, his fingers digging into my neck as he aggressively fingered me, stretching me out without mercy. Then he stood up, pulled his cock out, and basically stuffed it down my throat. He was pulling my hair hard, tilting my head back, and literally slapping me across the face with his dick before forcing it back into my mouth. Normally I love rough play, but this bordered on punishing. Still, I was too drunk and tired to fight it; submitting was easier than saying no.

He yanked me over, pinning me face-down onto the mattress, and drove himself into me from behind. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck, and started calling me filthy names as he pounded his hips against mine. He didn't hold back at all. When he finally climaxed, he pumped his hot cum deep inside me. Without a word, he shoved my face down into the pillow, got up, zipped his pants, and casually walked back out to the living room to rejoin the party. I was too drained to move. I just lay there in the dark, feeling his cum slowly leaking out of me and pooling into my bedsheets. I skipped my lectures the next day. The next time I saw the first guy on campus, he gave me a tight smile but didn't walk over. I figured knowing I took two other dicks on the exact same day I took his was a bit too much for his ego. But looking back... I wouldn't change a thing.