Pervy uncle [fM]

Every girl has a pervy uncle. Maybe not an uncle, but at least a relative who got a little too friendly once she started to develop. I did not have an uncle like that, but one of my father’s friends certainly fit the bill. He is even married and has a daughter my age.

It started when I was just 15 or 16. He suddenly was a lot nicer. Hugged me closer and more prolonged and whenever his wife was not around, he tried to discretely grab my ass and play it off as fooling around. I recognised the advances but did not want to make a fuzz. Still, it was a bit creepy considering his daughter was my age.

His daughter and I always got along fine, but never ended up being close friends. Several years later after my first couple of adventures, he still had not changed. By this point, I was a little turned on by the idea of being someone’s secret fantasy and thought this would be an excellent opportunity to have a little fun.

Made my brother watch [group]

A lot of people have asked me if any of my family members were ever involved in my adventures and I usually kept them out of everything I had going on. Sure I used to roam around the house in my underwear to piss off my father when mom was gone. Well at least he acted pissed which just made me wear even more revealing underwear.

I think my brother had a pretty good idea of what I was doing. I tried to hide my slutty side from him but there was one evening when he just had to watch me have fun.

He was having three of his friends over from out of town. I knew one of them was pretty cute and I was hoping the other two would be passable as well, because I was planning on royally pissing of my brother.

The four of them were in our garden house where we had our infamous pool table. I know the guys were already hanging out in there for a good two hours. Having a couple of beers and playing pool.

Christmas Party [group]

After my last story, I had a little drought and was left wanting something, anything. I could not pull a party like I had last time because I was back home and everybody would know immediately. Our companies Christmas party was coming up, and I was not excited to go. I did not get along with most of the guys at work, and the majority was my father’s age and nowhere as nice as my father’s friends. I did not really like let alone fancy any of them and sure as hell not going to touch them.

However, this was the first party in quite a while and even if I was not about to do anything naughty I was sure as hell going to get drunk. Little did I know that it would turn into my sluttiest night to date.

It all started pretty calmly with a dinner and some beers. As soon as the food was gone the guys began ordering hard liquor and of course I had to drink one or two each time.
As the night progressed, I got drunker, and slowly but surely the first people left. We had some more liquor and some more liquor. I checked my watch. It was past midnight, but I was unable to figure out how late. I tried to walk to the bathroom, but I was stumbling more than anything.

My last night with a big group of strangers. [Group]

After six weeks at the training centre, we had finally all passed our exams and had one last party on the floor between our dorm rooms. I could already hear them outside having their first beers, while I was getting ready. This was the last time I would see any of them and tomorrow I would be back home where nobody knew what was happening here. It was my chance to go completely wild without any negative consequences whatsoever. Several of the guys had been listening to me masturbating over the last weeks, and I had accidentally left the door ajar a couple of times while I was changing.

I wanted to try something new, so I left my bra off in the hopes my [cleavage](https://i.imgur.com/EhmxQeE.jpg) would still be an eyecatcher. That is the exact red top I was wearing that night btw. I know you always keep asking for some visuals so here they are. I put on some black hot pants, and I was ready to go. However, I was a little nervous and horny since I did not know how the guys would react. There was no hiding my [excitment](https://i.imgur.com/ToPmcDb.jpg).

My teacher took me up on my offer [fM]

The Monday before I had a brilliant idea on how to pass one of my classes (already wrote about it ).
The teacher ended up texting me on Wednesday, and we agreed to meet in his house on Friday. Apparently, he was living alone which did not surprise me considering what a disgusting creep he was.

Just thinking about what I might have to do to pass my class made me feel like a massive slut and I was turned on more and more throughout the week. Every afternoon after classes I would go straight to my room, lock the door, slightly open the window and masturbate for the hearing pleasure of my neighbours. Only guys were in the adjacent rooms and every time I thought about them jacking it to my moans, which made me go harder and louder.

It was Friday afternoon, and I was getting ready. I got a long top that would reach down over my ass when standing up and decided it would be enough. Well, I was still wearing a bra to support my goods, but panties would have been too much.

I always wanted to seduce a teacher [FM]

When I was 19, I had to visit a six-week training course for work. It consisted of regular classroom lectures and some practical exercises. I was the only one from my company in a group of around 15 guys and six girls. I was struggling with one topic, and after the first two weeks, I was already wondering how I was supposed to pass the test.

The teacher was a real creep. In his late 50s and a bit overweight. Back when I was still 16, and in school, my breasts were already full grown I would catch teachers staring down my shirt on a regular basis. I was not wearing anything revealing at the time, but it is hard to completely hide breasts which are as big as mine. I quickly got used to teachers rubbing up against me while checking my assignments and receiving unvoluntary back rub.

Taking control at the lake [real] [FMM]

During my last little adventure, I had gotten a taste for taking control myself, and I wanted to experience it again. I felt confident, but not overconfident so I hatched a little plan. As I mentioned earlier, we were a rather large group of friends, mainly guys. Two of them, Alex and Martin, were best mates and both were somewhat shy. Alex was maybe a little bolder than Martin, but not by a considerable margin.
They would be my perfect victims for taking control and having everything my way, but how to put the plan into action. I toyed with the thought for a couple of weeks, dreaming about using the two anyway I liked until I overheard that the two wanted to go camping and fishing for the weekend. That would be my opportunity. As soon as I caught one of them alone, I asked if I could join them. It was Martin, and he was surprised that I would ask, but seemed happy to have me join them.

My first house party went a little wrong [Group]

About two weeks after Max first fucked me on the pool table he asked me to come with him to a party at one of his friend’s house. It wasn’t anybody I knew, and it was half an hours drive away, but he offered to drive, and I had a little crush on him anyway, so I agreed. He was the first guy I had a crush on who would pay attention to me. On top of that, he was tall and popular, so I was willing to do anything to keep his attention. I had dressed extra slutty as well. My short black skirt with white panties underneath and a tight white top left nothing to the imagination.

My first real man [fM] [real]

At this point, I had figured out that it was easy for me to get the attention of the boys, but none of them ever ended up treating me well. Well, they were just boys after all. I imagined a real man would treat me better, but why would a grown man pay attention to me. Even though I was fully developed I still felt like a girl.

In our street, we would always help each other with small building projects. My father was in the process of building a small garden shed but didn’t possess any of the necessary skills except laying the foundation and buying beer. Luckily Michael, a good friend of his, was good at woodworking and he would come into our garden whenever he had some spare time.

Even as a little girl all my father’s friends had been very kind to me, and it didn’t change when I was getting older. The way I was dressing it sometimes felt a little weird sitting on one of their laps. I would catch them looking at me, and sometimes their hands would rest on me for a bit too long. Nobody ever tried anything weird though, and they were just all around nice guys and essentially part of the family.

How everything started [FMMMM] [real]

Two weeks ago I had a conversation with my best friend that made me question why I had become the somewhat open and adventurous, well she would call it slutty, of the two of us. Thinking about it, it struck me that there was one key event which was the turning point for me. I have thought about that night again and again since then, and each time I was turned on like somebody had just flipped a switch. So I finally decided to write it all down.

I was 18 when my first serious relationship ended. It wasn’t a pleasant one. Just to give you an idea. He was the one to take my virginity, and we had sex on a regular basis, but until the end of our relationship not one of those times was consensual. Coming out of this relationship you can imagine I had huge self-esteem issues and no clue how a relationship should really work.