Pass-around girl [mmmmf; exh]

I was a bad girl during the last year of high school and my first year of college. Well, maybe not a bad girl, but my guy friends used to call me their pass-around girl. I was a bit of an ugly duckling until I hit eighteen, and then all of a sudden guys started taking an interest in me. Since I had been teased by the guys in my classes for so long, I started hanging around some guys just older than me from the next town over.

Looking back I guess they kind of took advantage of me. But I don’t blame them, and I never got hurt, so it wasn’t a big deal. And the memories they gave me will last a lifetime…

Everything started slow with the guys, so it wasn't until I was literally being passed around between guys one night that I realized how far I had let them go. Some of the guys involved hadn't even met me before, and I overheard Patrick (the oldest of the guys I hung out with) tell them my name didn't matter, I was just there to be "passed around."

When I first met Patrick and his friends they treated me just like any other girl, but I think they picked up on the fact that I was self-conscious and unsure about myself. Soon they became a little handsy, and all of the guys (usually about five guys) liked to tease me or pretend to tickle me. Since I didn't tell them to stop, the tickles soon aimed for certain areas, the strokes became longer and slower, and eventually became gropes.

"Come on Kellie, you're such a tease! Just let us see." Patrick said one night after we had all been drinking and the boys had been touching me. He was tall and skinny, with blondish hair and a cute face. The other guys have kind of faded in my memory, but I remember their hands.

"I don't even know why we hang out with you. All you do is lead us on." Said one of the other guys.

They knew exactly how to manipulate me. Since I had no real close friends, and no other hot guys had paid much attention to me yet, the last thing I wanted to do was to lose these guys. So I steeled myself and took the first step to becoming their pass around girl.

"Fine. Just fine! If you want to see, then look!" I yelled as I pulled off my shirt and then my bra.

My young breasts were firm and large, milky white with light pink nipples. Looking around I felt scared and nervous that they wouldn't like them. So to cover up my fear, I walked up to the closest guy and just stood there for his inspection. Without asking (not like I would have said no), he grabbed my breasts and then pinched my nipples. The next guy and then each guy after that each pulled me and felt me up after him.

Even they could tell I was overwhelmed, so after the rough handling of my tits they all told me how hot I was and they let me get dressed. I figured I had showed them, and let myself smile about how brave I was. I should have known they wouldn't stop with that. While they didn't push me that night, they did all take their turns grabbing my ass when saying goodbye, and I heard loud laughs as I walked back to my car.

When I saw them again a few days later at Patrick's they had had plenty of time to get horny, so the night started fast. Patrick asked to see my tits, and since they had all seen them before, I just took them out. I then realized two other guys I had not met before were over in the corner. Oops! I turned red, but it was too late so I just rolled with it.

"See? I told you she wouldn't care. She's good like that." Patrick said as he turned me around and slapped my ass. "She won't even mind showing us everything!"

I did mind, but I didn't want to make Patrick a liar, and the guys really did seem to be having fun. So, when he reached for the button and then zipper on my jeans, I let him. With that, my jeans were off and I stood in front of six guys (two strangers!) in my little panties. Now I really was embarrassed, since my panties were practically little kids' panties, with a silly Rainbow Brite design.

Even worse, I had been trying to look sexy so I had tried to shave myself just the day before. I kept messing up on the heart design I wanted, and ended up shaving myself bald. I was all of a sudden very nervous they'd laugh at my little girl panties and hairless pussy.

Patrick spun me around and let everyone get a good look at my panties. There were a few jokes, but no mean ones. After they all got a good look, and I got a few slaps and squeezes to the ass, he simply pushed me so I was bent over and I was facing away from the new guys. I was just a foot or two away from them, but I couldn't see them and still had no idea who they were.

"She doesn't care. You do the honors." Patrick said.

I felt hands grasp the elastic of my panties and suddenly he yanked them down. My bare pussy and little ass were right in front of these guys! What was I doing?

I was scared, but still worried I looked like a little girl and they would all laugh. So to seem more experienced, I spread my legs a little more and backed up. Without asking, one of the strangers opened me wide with his fingers, and then I felt something cool and smooth enter me. It was his beer bottle! I was being fingered by a stranger, in front of guys I barely knew, and now he was fucking me with a bottle.

He leaned back and I started to stand up, but someone pushed me back down.

"We all want to try, that's okay right Kellie?" Patrick asked.

I nodded and walked, bent over, over to the other guys. He kept his and on the bottle the whole time, making me walk with it in me in front of everyone. I was passed around for the first time that night, and each guy took turns using the bottle on me. After they tired of that, they found an old metal hammer and used the handle on me. The rubber grip was worn and sticky, and it pulled my lips and hurt me at first. But soon it felt good and I was really turned on.

"I knew you'd like this. See how wet she is guys? Now give us a show baby."

A place was made for me on the couch and a couple guys sat on either side of me, touching and grabbing. I was so wet I just wanted to cum, so I did what I thought they wanted.

I took the hammer and began to really push it into me. The guys suddenly got silent and listened as I made small rapid sounds. My breath got ragged really quickly. Hands found my nipples, and someone forced his hand under me and teased my little asshole. All those fingers and all those eyes made me shake. They all wanted me! My pussy trembled.

I grabbed the bottle and began to slip it inside. Hands grabbed it and shoved it in me. It hurt, but the roughness made me squirm with desire. Patrick took control and pushed my hands away as he fucked me hard with the bottle. It hurt so good.

My body shook and all my focus (and all the boys' focus!) was on my pussy. It got hot, my lips burning, and wetness seeped under me. Shaking, I looked around, finding eye after eye on me. I shook harder as my pussy got stretched by the wide end of the bottle. All at once, I came. I grabbed the guys closest to me and Patrick continued to fuck me as I writhed. The guys grabbed me back and held me down as he fucked me harder and harder into multiple orgasms that were too much for me.

No one noticed my tears and my struggles were ignored. It felt too good! I was going to pass out. But they stopped right before that, and Patrick stepped back and let the bottle slide out of me on its own. As I got up, red and now embarrassed again compliments began to flood the air. I felt sexy again, and no one laughed at my naked little girl pussy.

As I dressed hands continued to paw at me, but they could tell I had been through a lot that night, so they were mostly gentle.

"Thanks Kellie! You are so hot, I can't believe how lucky we are!" Patrick said as I stood up, fully dressed. "Want to hang out with us this weekend?"

Of course I said yes, and I hung out with them for the next six months or so every weekend. I'll tell you all about it when I get a chance, but I became the pass-around girl for all the guys, and some (lots?) of their friends.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/293zyy/passaround_girl_mmmmf_exh