So I am kinda new here but I am dying to share this with everyone.
This happened years back when I was in college. And those were the best days of my life. I came from a tier-3 city and literally studied my ass off to secure admission in a prestigious tier-1 college in a big city, earning a scholarship that made it possible for my middle-class family to afford it. Finally stepping into my dream college felt surreal. It was also my first time living completely alone, away from my parents. A wave of sadness washed over me, but it was mixed with thrilling excitement. The kind that made my heart race at the thought of exploring dating, sex, vibrant college life, and the world of rich kids.
This incident happened some time into college life. I was settling in happily and had formed a close group of friends. Four boys and three girls, including myself. All four boys were constantly after me because I stood out from the rich girls they were used to. I was naive at first and clearly told them I was there only to study. But they refused to back down. They showered me with chocolates, took me on bike rides, and flexed their well-built bodies to seduce me. Deep down, I enjoyed the attention and the butterflies it gave me, even though I never dated any of them.
One day, one of the boys from our group announced that his parents were going on a trip, leaving the house empty. He suggested we throw an all-night pool party. The idea excited all of us, especially since our hostel was quite lenient. We decided to make the most of it. The party was scheduled for the night, so that morning I woke up buzzing with anticipation. I shook my other two roommates awake and poured out how thrilled I was. I had never been to a pool party before. We started packing a bag together: towels, spare clothes, shampoos, everything we might need. As we packed, my roommates pulled out their bikini and monokini. I was shocked and asked if they were really going to wear those in front of the boys. They laughed casually and said, “Obviously, it is a pool party. Where is your bikini?” I admitted I had never worn one and felt too shy. I had always been into fitness and knew I had a great curvy hourglass body with full breasts and a perfect ass, but my parents were strict. I had convinced them to let me gym only by promising to wear loose clothes like plazo pants and baggy hoodies or t-shirts so no one could see my assets. My brother even accompanied me.
My roommates reminded me they knew about my curvy figure and insisted a pool party meant wearing a bikini. I was still reluctant. They convinced me to go shopping with them. At the mall, we entered a swimwear shop. There was this sexy purple bikini that caught their eye, and they forced me to try it. I hesitated, but they insisted it was just for fun. To see how my sexy body looked in it for the first time. I took it into the changing room, nervously checking for any hidden cameras I had heard about. I stripped down to my bra and panty. My friends shouted from outside to remove everything and put on the bikini. Heart pounding, I took off my bra and panty, standing fully naked for a moment. I gazed at my reflection. My smooth skin, full curves, and felt a strange rush. I slipped on the bikini bottom easily, but the top was too tight for my bigger breasts. I called out, and since no larger size was available, one friend burst into the room while I was half-naked. She exclaimed “fucking boobies,” playfully pinched my nipple, and told me to turn so she could hook the tight top from behind. Once it was on, she said I looked like a heavenly goddess. Then she warned me not to wear it to the party. The boys would not be able to control themselves and their dicks would stay drained for months after seeing me. We clicked a few pictures in the changing room, then left without buying it since it was too tight and I had no intention of wearing it anyway. We laughed about the fun and headed back to the hostel.
Later that evening we reached our friend’s house for the pool party. The boys had already ordered pizzas and pastries. We ate dinner first, then chatted and gossiped excitedly. Soon the boys called us to the pool and told us to get changed. Just then I received a call from my mom. I told the others to go ahead and change. I would join after the call. All the boys came out in their shorts, showing off their muscular bodies. My girl besties looked stunning. One in a red hot bikini, the other in a blue monokini. They waited outside by the pool, chatting. After finishing the call, I went to the room. I had bought a moderately tight white kurti and white leggings. Knowing we would be in the water, I also carried a black thong. I stripped completely, slipped on the tiny thong, pulled up the leggings, and wore the kurti without a bra. I had forgotten an extra one and did not want to soak my only bra. When I stepped outside, I could see the visible disappointment on the boys’ faces. They had clearly hoped to see me in a bikini.
We all jumped into the pool and started having fun, splashing water at each other, laughing. Suddenly my girl bestie’s bikini top hook came undone. We moved toward the edge to fix it. I noticed the boys staring at her exposed little boobs, but their eyes kept drifting back to me intensely. I did not understand why at first and thought they were just concerned. I went inside to grab a towel for her. While getting it, I caught my reflection in the mirror. My clothes were completely soaked and clinging to me. The white kurti had turned almost transparent, clearly outlining my hard nipples, full breasts, and curvy waist. The wet leggings hugged my round ass perfectly. A rush of realization hit me. Their earlier horny stares, the way their eyes devoured me. I could imagine their cocks hardening uncontrollably at the sight of my body. The thought that they desperately wanted to rip my clothes off and fuck me like a slut, yet could not, sent a powerful wave of heat and arousal through me.
We continued playing in the pool. I could clearly see the bulges in their shorts now. My nipples stiffened even more at the sight, and I started losing control of my own excitement. I suggested we all take a break and rest outside for a while. We sat chatting. After some time my girl besties wanted to go back in. As they ran toward the pool, I dropped my locket. While the girls jumped in searching, I found it near the edge. I bent down right in front of the boys, fully aware of what I was doing. My kurti rode up, the thin wet white leggings stretched tight over my ass, and the black thong underneath wedged deep between my cheeks. I stayed bent over for a long 30-40 seconds, letting them worship the view of my round, sexy ass. I could feel their intense stares, their bodies tense as if ready to gangbang me on the spot. The power I felt in that moment was intoxicating.
We jumped back in for more fun, then finally got out to change our wet clothes. I deliberately left my used thong in the bathroom as a little gift for them. After changing, the girls and I were chatting, ready to head back to the hostel. It was already 6 in the morning. The boys said they would shower together quickly and then drop us. All four went into the bathroom. I knew they would find my gift. A little later I slipped into the washroom next to the bathroom and heard their loud moans. At first I wondered if they were gay, but then it hit me. It was because of my thong. After some time they came out. When we were about to leave, I suddenly said I thought I had forgotten some undergarment in the bathroom and went to check. The boys panicked and tried to stop me with excuses. My girl bestie told them to shut up. I walked in and saw my thong placed prominently on a stool in the middle of the bathroom, completely covered and soaked in their hot white cum. I picked it up and brought it close to my nose. That thick, musky, heavenly smell of healthy young men’s cum flooded my senses. The kind any woman would crave. Knowing four boys had furiously masturbated and cum all over my thong while fantasizing about me made me feel like an absolute goddess that everyone desperately wanted.
I stepped out holding the thong. The boys could not even look me in the eyes. They were shy, embarrassed, and still visibly horny. They quietly dropped us back at the hostel without saying much.
Once I reached the hostel, I fingered myself thinking about everything that happened. I fingered so much imagining them gangbanging me, pouring all their cum on my face and body. I kept that thong as it is without washing and kept smelling it while fingering myself, the scent driving me wild with every breath.
The point of me telling this incident is when I know that these boys are crazy about me and they are fantasizing about fucking me in every fucking position but they can’t do shit in real life. They can just masturbate by seeing my big boobies and my fat ass. This thing makes me horny and I feel superior. Thank you.
I am new to this so please ignore any spelling mistake.
You are so awesome girl.