I Was The Group Whore

When I was in high school, specifically when I was 17, I realized I was a lesbian and eventually made a move on the girl in my group of friends that I was closest too. She was bisexual and openly flirted with me, even playfully poking my tits a few times but was always respectful of the fact I didn't want to fuck until, eventually, I wanted to fuck.
To describe this first girl, she was and still is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen or been with. She was petite, fit, and very busty despite her size, and had an adorable face. She was the epitome of "innocent face, sinful body." We often had sleepovers since we lived on the same street, and one night when my mom was gone, I made sure to wear my shortest, tightest shorts with a top that would make my tits look good. I caught her staring more than once. She ended up making a comment about how good they looked like she was salivating, and I shook my tits in her face saying that she could play with them if she wanted to.
When she double checked if it was OK, I told her "only because it's you," which was true because I didn't trust the other girls in our group enough. She felt me up, first my boobs, then my legs, then my ass when she moved closer until we were both moaning a little and didn't have a choice but to kiss each other.
She fucked me SENSELESS that night, and that didn't stop for weeks. We found every excuse we could to fuck at home, in my car, even in the bathroom at school.
We ended up telling the others we were dating, and then the "leader" of our friend group (for the girls because the guys had their own leader) invited me over to study one night. It wasn't unusual at first since we did that a lot, but then she started telling me how I should have been with her instead because she was the leader and she was supposed to what she wanted with us.
My friends were weebs so I didn't really question her being the "queen" of the group and at the time I thought she had a point. Plus, I wanted to fuck her for months. Also, she was a known slut. She had a boyfriend who she cheated on regularly, so I didn't see any problem having her push me up against the wall and finger me into oblivion before we fucked on the bed.
Then was her best friend. She and I had a lot of sexual tension already, but now I felt confident sending her sexy photos like modeling new bikinis I would never use since I hated swimming, or coming out of the shower, or simply teasing her with a cleavage shot. We were in the same club, and when we had to work on a project together, I drove over and we found an excuse to leave the house and fuck in my car.
They all knew I was fucking everyone but their boyfriends (yes, all three had boyfriends) and two other girls in our group. I figured this out when the queen wanted a girl's night and we met up at my house when my mom wasn't home that night either, and they confronted me about it. They weren't mad, thankfully, but I was now on the bottom of the rung and they started referring to me as "pleasure toy," "stress relief," and "fuck meat" while they gangbanged me.
They continued tossing me around between them and I was at their beck and call to drive over to fuck them. This went on for almost a full year and it was the best year of my life.

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by Anonymous on Jan 20, 2023 at 7:11 AM

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