[Group] Getting ran through by 3 men

I’m (19F) the daughter of a poor working-class family. Once I got into university, my parents couldn’t support me, and although I did get grants and other scholarships, I had to get two part-time jobs.

In year two, I found a cheaper bedroom in a fantastic house with two other students Simon (19M) and Phil (19M). The room was great, and during the conversation, I let slip my poor finances and how much this room would mean to me. I discovered Simon’s father owned the house, and both came from extremely wealthy families. They had just lost their cleaner and offered to reduce the rent by 50% If I would clean the house, do their washing and general household stuff etc. This would mean I could ditch the cleaning job.

For the previous year, my only serious sexual relationship had been with the handle of my hairbrush. The second month, I had a one-night stand with Simon. Then, a few weeks later slept with Phil too!! This was when my life got weird. Simon offered to give me the room free if I would occasionally sleep with both. Neither had a relationship since going to Uni. I was tempted; this would mean I could live more comfortably, and I had slept with them before. However, I was being paid for sex.

Friday Night Friend’s Night

Tim and Jamie met freshman year in college. Actually they met in orientation and for a college guy he was surprisingly decent and fairly average. He was 5’8 with brown hair and brown eyes. He had a large group of friends since a lot of the people he hung out with were from his hometown. Jamie had moved away for college as she wanted the adventure of exploring some place new. She was tall at 5’7 and toned, she loved working out and not just cardio. She wasn’t afraid of using free weights and had a good coach growing up that taught her great technique and how to develop different kinds of muscles. Jamie had straight brown hair that highlighted the elegant and subtle asymmetries of her face from which her enchanting piercing blue eyes were nestled. She had lovely petite breasts that were firm and didn’t require a bra. Jamie’s ass on the other hand was a work of art. It looked like it was carved from marble. Every girl she met was jealous of her ass and every guy was jealous of Tim for getting that ass.

Sequel to my last post, dares among friends are fun [Group] [MF]

Since my last story was received so well, I thought I would share another.

In my late teens and early 20’s my parents weren’t around much so I threw a lot of parties and they had a tendency to get a little crazy. My house ended up gaining a bit of a reputation. Rumors had been circulating about crazy nights playing strip poker. I honestly don’t remember why this party was being thrown (not that we needed a reason). There were probably 15 people at this party. Not a huge party by any stretch.

We were in that school haze where we had all graduated but still lived at home. No one was 21 yet so our brains were constantly preoccupied with getting our hands on liquor, partying, and hooking up.

On this night we were partying in my basement. We were playing beer pong, playing video games, music was going, people were sneaking outside to smoke weed. We all know what parties are like lol. As the evening wore on, some people passed out, other people left, and around 1am there were about 7 of us left awake and hanging out.

Molly’s Obsession (First Anal, Age Gap) [19F, 50M]

Molly held her own gaze in the mirror, straightened up, adjusted her clothes some more, twisted left and right. The prospect loomed in her mind once more, and a short surge of adrenaline sent her heart rate up and a faint blush bloomed on her cheeks. She had every reason to think she could pretend there was nothing going on, act nonchalantly, and he’d most likely play along. It was just texts. Nobody had done anything wrong. The guilt pulsed in her stomach at that thought: she couldn’t undo what had already been said. She had crossed a line.

She straightened up again. 19 years old, her body was soft and curvaceous, her hips the width of her shoulders, roundly framing the adorable smooth pouch of her tummy with her waist coming to a beautiful cinch. Unclothed, her pert, soft breasts would naturally swoop outwards just a little, and each would fill one of her hands. Her butt, though… she’d need four hands to grasp all of it. There was a reason she avoided jeans, and lived in gym clothes and shapeless skirts. The giant peach. Devourer of underwear.

That time I got bent over at a concert and left full of cum [25F]

Early last year, the weather started warming up and one of my favorite indie bands was playing locally. A group of my friends wanted to go and I couldn’t turn down a fun evening with my friends. I was excited and got ready earlier than I needed to, but I didn’t want there to be any chance that I could get blamed for making us late. I decided that for the night, fishnets, my favorite black mini skirt, and a black crop top would show off my assets and help me get the attention I was craving.

There wasn’t assigned seating, so we left early so we could get a good spot in line before the gates opened. We ended up between two other groups, and ended up making friends with the group in front of us. Ethan. Ethan was in the group in front of us, he wasn’t the typical guy I like, he was tall and a bit bulky with some muscle. He was cute, but what got me was his ability to make me smile and laugh. By the time the gates had opened, we had become quick friends and our groups wanted to stay together.

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I’ve been teaching Golf Lessons to cover up being a slut [FM]

I started stripping while I was in college. It helped pay the bills and student loans. My club is one of the high end clubs in Las Vegas. I personally enjoy stripping, but its not for everybody.

Anyways, I’m making really good money, but then the pandemic hits. The club, and entire city shuts down, and I’m burning through my savings. My then BF, was a golf expert at this local course. Golf is booming, and he suggested being a beverage cart girl there. Basically look pretty, flirt and sell drinks to thirsty guys. Sure, why not, same skills as a stripper.

So I’m driving around the golf course, selling drinks. And it’s pretty easy. But what I never realized about golf. It’s basically a boy’s club. Bunch of guys hanging out, playing a sport, drinking, less inhibitations all around. And some of these men, when a pretty girl comes around, they can be forward and sexual, sometimes creepy. Maybe it was the isoloation of the golf course. No one around besides your buddies. Maybe a dirty joke, or a comment about my tits, or some wandering hands. Just like a strip club.

Became a slut for group of boys. I loved it. [FM]

Recently i’ve been backpacking europe, one of my stops was Krakow and i met a group of four guys in my hostel.

The first night, one of the boys started hitting on me and it was very obvious we were going to fuck. When in the bar he asked if i wanted to go to the bathroom with him and one of his friends. I agreed and sucked them both off but unfortunately they didn’t cum as we were very rushed.

That night I slept with the first guy and again in the morning, so I woke up naked in their room.

The next day I was in bed with another one of the guys and he held my hand to put it down his pants. He immediately said ‘look guys she’s jerking me off’ to all the guys in the room which was very humiliating, he still wanted me to go down on him though so I did anyway.

After we stopped one of the guys joked that seen as I had sucked 3 of them off I should suck the last one off. I wasn’t too down but at the end of the day I am a slut so I kinda allowed it anyway. That night I went back to his bed and we had crazy hard sex.

Rain Check [FF] [Group]

Months went by after my almost-hook-up in an unfamiliar bedroom before I attended another party at the same house I originally met Kris, and I had accepted that my rain check was never going to come. Drunken gropes and unfinished promises weren’t completely foreign to someone who got a kick out of flirting with strangers and flashing her tits when the mood struck, but the missed opportunity continued to strike a disappointing chord.

Kris was there when I arrived, but this time she had a muscular arm wrapped around the waist of an attractive brunette with dark eyeliner. I had since heard about this on-and-off relationship. A feisty, lesbian duo known for public arguments and subsequent make out sessions in dark corners. Seeing their “on” status engaged, I occupied my time elsewhere. The craving of a cigarette and need for fresh air eventually lead me through a crowd of people and forced me into a chilly fall night. I heard my name before I could focus enough to see who called it.

That Time I Died and Ended Up in an Afterlife Full of Horny Fantasy Women: Chapter 4

If one were to look at the Faerie Arts Academy from a bird’s eye view, most would immediately recognize the shape. A pentagram. Stone brick walkways made up each of the mystical shape’s lines, including the circling border. Most of the campus’ buildings were inside the central star or alongside the roads. Each of the five triangles were known as the “Spears” and contained all the classrooms and teaching areas, the gaps between the star and the outer circular border were called “Sheilds”; these were where the dormitories were located for the students, and they were surrounded by large and beautiful parks and gardens.

The pentagon shape in the center of the star was the “Core” and it was where many of the administrative or common buildings were. It was in one such building that I now stood. I had decided that the best option for earning experience would be to kill two birds with one stone.

Money wasn’t easy to come by in the academy, everyone got weekly allowances based on their performances during the past seven days. But unless you were the perfect student, these were tiny sums that only allowed for the basic necessities. If a student wanted more money, they’d need to do something extra on their own time.

Unexpected and Unintended Creampie With a Random Houseguest [MF]

*Ages referenced are from the time of the encounter.*

As college students are inclined to do, my roommates and I (M22) threw quite a few parties. Four of us lived in a rented house on a hill where privacy was abundant and we had no noise concerns. We became the de facto spot for gatherings of all sizes.

A mutual friend of the roommates, Nick, was coming to the area to visit and we said we would throw a bit of a bash for him while he stayed with us. From there, it was standard operating procedure – we got a variety of cheap spirits, some beer, chips & dip, etc. All the while we sent texts to our regular group of friends to let them know we’d be hosting again, to bring some booze and to let us know if they’d be bringing anyone else.

Nick was a bit of an odd bird. Always fancied himself a ladies man, despite a flimsy relationship with successfully wooing women. In a stroke of genius, he invited about 15 women he’d once hooked up with or hoped to hook up with in the future. “It’s a numbers game,” he’d say. He wasn’t wrong, but it put some stress on us as hosts.