When you are living at home and going to college, you can’t say you’ve had a real college experience. I certainly didn’t. Still, I was going to college and meeting girls living in the dorms and apartments around our college. Um, and guys, too. Especially the guys. 

We'd all heard of this vast mansion on the hill above campus that had a reputation—the reputation of being the most fun place to get wild. Living at home under the strict supervision of Mom and Dad, I was still a virgin. My boyfriend was living at home, too. And worse, his mom was good friends with my mom—triple ugh. 

Tonight, though, I was with Helina, so it was Helina and Jessica braving The Hill. Two virgins looking to see if we might remove that stigma when describing us. My boyfriend Frank and I’d been close a few times, but never quite succeeded. I knew I enjoyed the preliminaries, and from what Helina had said, she had too. 

I knew what a man's hand on my tits felt like, and his mouth too. I’d seen Frankie's dick and made it spurt a few times. 

At the entry, we both got in free but noticed the guys paying. Inside it was a typical bar scene: lots of small tables, a band, and singers and dancers at one end, plus the bar.

Helina and I shared a few glances and a giggle or two when I realized the dancers weren’t exactly dancing. Well, two of them weren’t; he had his dick hidden inside his dance partner, and she was enjoying it.

I saw what passed for the good girl's scene here. It was clearly a place where a lot of the patrons and employees had lost any semblance of virginity. 

I leaned over to Helina and whispered, “God, this is…” and my voice trailed off. “I’m wondering if …” and my voice trailed off again. 

She grinned. “This is perfect, Jessica...”

A couple of guys approached us. They were entirely comfortable in the room. I recognized Bobby from several of my classes and seeng him at the student union. The taller one said, “Hi, I’m Chris, and this is Bobby,” with a gesture at the other guy. “You’re both nervous, but don’t be. No one’s forced into anything here.” He smiled and continued, “Encouraged, yes, that happens a lot, but forced, no. Bobby and I enjoy letting beautiful women relax and enjoy The Hill. Upstairs, there is a little more expectation when you can venture up there."

I attempted a smile, but with little success. “So you’re official greeters for newbies like Helina and me?” 

Bobbie answered, “Not official, but we do like to make people comfortable, though.” He smiled. God, it was different from Chris’s smile. It transformed his face. 

I answered, “Do you come here often, picking up women?” I hesitated with the word "women." Were we women or girls, like at most college hangouts?

Talking to them made me forget our surroundings a little. 

The music had subwoofers that made my pussy reverberate. The sight of other women being fucked out in the open. Naked people dancing in public was a little overwhelming. 

Bobbie leaned over and kissed me, not tentatively like he was insecure about my reception, but not possessively either. A friendly kiss. 

Chris kissed Helina, but with much more assurance and a reception that matched it. By the end of Chris’s kiss, she had her hands around his neck and was kissing him back. 

I was still trying to assimilate to Bobby's kiss when Chris had Helina’s tits in his hands and was kissing her neck. I turned to Bobby, and he whispered, "Don't worry, she’s in good hands; he’ll make her enjoy her first time."

“He knows? She’s a virgin?” 

“It’s obvious, yes. You're both virgins, and we’ll both make you enjoy it. He’s more direct. But she’ll want it, I guarantee. There are rooms available, and they’ll use one if needed." He hesitated and said, "You're both here, um, to rid yourselves of the virgin label. If you'd be interested in becoming today's star attraction here on the first floor, I can make it come true in spectacular fashion."

Bobby grinned at me and continued, "We do have a stage for couples that enjoy a more eye-catching experience."

"Eye-catching?"

"More public." Bobby said, "I've wanted to be on the stage under the right circumstances."

"If you're willing, I'd love to introduce you to the crowd on the stage. Virgins are always well received, especially if you get all three cherries busted on stage. I’ll make you scream, and by the time you’re finished, you won't be any kind of virgin. I can find three men to ensure it happens: one for your pussy, one for your ass, and someone to cum in your mouth. When we’re through, you’ll be entitled to go upstairs."

I heard it but didn’t quite understand it. Helina is so much more open about it, but he’s going to take me publicly? In front of everyone? Three men tonight?

What does Bobby mean by "in spectacular fashion"? He doesn't mean what it sounds like he means, does he? Lose my virginity in front of everyone here? That sounds terrifying...or...

I felt my pussy leaking down my leg. I couldn’t possibly let Bobby do that. No way would I let anyone do that. 

I suddenly heard the girl on the stage scream, sobbing, “Yes, Darren, yes, it felt so good.”

“Jessica, if you're willing, we can be next on the stage.” He hesitated. “But you’re going to be face-fucked. Your first time won’t be your pussy; it's going to be your face, my cock in your mouth cumming. I can tell you’ll enjoy being a spectacle for everyone to enjoy.”

He pulled my hand up to the stage. “It's the quiet ones that need it. You’ll always want to be front and center. It’s people like you who make The Hill so special. Every night, we find someone special for our extravaganza."

I let him pull me up, and I stood there, blinded by the lights. I could feel the attraction to the lights, the appeal of exposing my lust in front of everyone.

I looked over the audience and saw Helina looking at me, shocked, but gradually nodding yes. She understood.

Bobby stood next to me and told the crowd, “Jessica is a virgin for your enjoyment. Watch her change in front of your eyes from a virgin to a totally fucked slut. When she’s finished tonight, a different man will have taken each of her virginities. I'll be first. Enjoy her voyage.”

He was right; I was enjoying being the spectacle for tonight. Later, I discovered that finding a virgin like me was unusual and a special treat. Face, ass, and cunt in one. 

He started by kissing me, which I responded to. 

What would Frankie think if he could see me now? I can’t believe it. Even worse, my parents, from a ‘good girl' to this? 

I was caught up in a dream fantasy. Everything he did was wonderful. He was kissing me, caressing me, and I was doing the same to him. When I kissed his cock, I could taste the pre-cum. It was a shock knowing his cock would take me in front of everyone, cumming in my mouth. 

Bobbie forced me to kneel in front of him. I was mostly dressed, but with my tits out. He had his pants at his ankles, and I begged him to let me have his cock. He was standing on the stage with me kneeling in front of him, looking up. I wanted to feel his cock; I felt myself change as I knelt there.

I’m a virgin, so how am I kneeling like this in front of him, begging for the touch of his cock? I’ve never done this; I've never even thought about this, but I need it. Everyone can see that I want it. I’m exposed, even more than if I were naked. Slut. I felt the word in my head as I thought it. Accepted it. Reveled in realizing I wanted to deserve the title. SLUT.

This wasn’t like the time I sucked Frankie in the car; this was more primal. I was being used. The image of me not even completely undressed, begging for cock in front of an audience, washed over me. 

I felt Bobbie’s cock stiffen, and then a gush of cum flooded my mouth. I wanted to scream, but his cum—I needed it. I couldn’t let any escape. It was just a muffled mumff that came out. 

I held Bobby’s ass so he couldn’t move his cock away from me, but enough oozed out, overflowing. That's when I heard the screams from the audience.

I almost collapsed, but as my orgasm ended, another guy came onto the stage. 

“Who wants to see Jessica’s pussy tamed by cock?” The rousing answer was, “Us. Yes. Screw her.”

He pulled me to my feet and finished undressing me. Then he said, “Jessica, undress me so I can fuck you. You want me to, don’t you? You loved being face-fucked. Your admiring fans are waiting.”

I could barely stand; I was trembling so badly, but god, he was right. I wanted to be screwed. I wanted to hear the applause. I wanted to show off.

I turned to—hell, I didn’t even know his name, but I started getting him ready. When I exposed his cock, there were cheers.

Another guy brought a mattress for us to fuck on. And I paused, looking at the audience, and saw Helina still watching. I saw her make a fist, and she mouthed, “Right on.”

I was kissing him all over, and he tried to flip us over, but I refused to let him. I lowered myself onto his cock, and I started screaming, “God, yes. It’s wonderful.” My tits were bouncing around as he kept thrusting. When I felt him pulsing, my screams changed to, “God, everyone, he’s coming." And then I had to add, “Hell, I am too.”

And I collapsed.

Another guy came on the stage, and all I could say was, “No more, no more fucking, God, but it was sensational.”

He yelled to the audience, "She wants to stop here." He looked at me and whispered so only I could hear, "You have a lot of fans here; you'll be disappointing them. Take a break, drink some water, and you'll be ready for Aaron."

I was still standing on the stage as I was coming down from my second climax.

Do I have enough left in me to let, um, Aaron, fuck my ass? The cheers and boos both were revitalizing me, but though I'd read about it, I’d never expected to actually let anyone do it to me. 

I looked at the audience and then at Aaron. 

I actually want this; the endorphin high is overwhelming. Finish it by fucking my ass. I want to know what that’s like. Jesus, from a ‘good girl' to a slut in one evening. No one would ever think I could do that.

I stepped up to Aaron and kissed him, “I can’t believe it, but Aaron,” I hesitated before I said, “Aaron, I want you to finish it here, now, and fuck my ass.” 

The cheers exploded, and I noticed the crowd had grown since I’d started. 

I had no idea what, exactly, to expect. So when he started kissing me, I just responded. He was whispering to me, “Relax, Jessica. I know you’ve never done it before, but I have. I want you to enjoy it.

When we were ready and positioned, I felt the pressure when the tip started to enter. I didn’t know what to expect, and I followed his advice—relax. It took a long time before he was completely in, but it became more and more pleasurable. I actually felt it when he came, and I think the taboo aspect, the realization I’d been fucked three ways tonight, pushed me over the edge.

The audience reacted with shouts and cheers to my scream when I came. I collapsed for the third time and lay there exulting in my spectacular deflowering. This was nothing like I’d expected.

When Helina helped me off the stage, all she could say at first was, “Jessica, I’m so pissed at you. I’m never going to beat that, but I want to get upstairs, at least to the second floor. Chris will get me there. You’re on your own getting back to your parents’ place.”

I found my clothes, except my panties and bra, that my admirers had confiscated. I got dressed and limped home. Luckily, my folks were in bed.

Helina stayed until midnight.

(To be continued)