Studying Abroad
 

Hi everyone, I'm Emma. I know this site through a friend of mine, so I've already got some experience with it. However, I never felt the need to register until today because my friend urged me to. After I told him some stories about when I was younger, he said that I should post them here. At first I wasn't really comfortable to do so, but after he told me that it would be completely anonymous, I thought What the Hell. So here it goes:
I am 35 years old. This story takes place fifteen year ago. At the time, I was studying abroad in Germany and I was living in a really cheap residential home. And I mean "cheap" Aside from an own, people had nothing. I had to share a kitchen and the bathroom with twenty people on the same floor. It was like a hostel, but instead of staying there one night or one week, I was there for a year. It was nothing I was used to, but it turned out to be the best thing ever.
As I said, we had to share one bathroom. The bathroom once consisted of two shower cabins right next to each other, but by the time I arrived, most of that construction was already gone. Both of the doors were missing and the wall which used to separate the cabins was gone as well. Basically, it was one giant shower cabin for to people without doors. The five toilets were mostly intact, except that one of them, again, didn't have a door. Since it was a shared bathroom, the door to it couldn't be locked, either. When I asked why it didn't get repaired, the inhabitants answered that they preferred it the way it was. They found that it strengthened the bond between them, to have absolutely no secrets from one another. After a while I found out that after the first shower door broke off, the other inhabitants deliberately took off the other one as well, as they did with the one toilet door. Those doors were up for display in some of the rooms.
So I, being new and shy, stuck to waking up at 5 AM every morning so that I could take a shower without being seen by everyone who happened to walk into the bathroom. This went on for the first two weeks or so, and needless to say, it was exhausting. And while I was shielded from the inhabitants' looks, nobody could shield me from them; as they were obviously totally comfortable being naked around each other, they didn't even bother to take clothes or anything else besides a towel to the shower and when they were finished, they didn't wrap the towel around their bodies when they went back to their rooms. Some of them even went fully naked into the kitchen, making smalltalk as if it were no big deal. And to them, it probably wasn't, but to me, doubly so. The gender ratio was as fifty-fifty as it can get on a 21-person-floor; There were 10 men and 11 women, me included, all either my age or a little older. I think the oldest one was a 25 year old girl. So after two weeks of living there, I had already seen my fair share of various genitalia.
On my fourteenth day, the others decided that we knew each other well enough now and had become good enough friends, so it was time to finally throw me a "Welcome to Germany"-Party. They joked about it being "clothing optional", but everybody was dressed, thank goodness. I think it was a good party, although I've forgotten a lot of details about it. I remember there being a lot of alcohol involved and two hours in, two guys were swinging their penises to the rhythm of some Queen song. Turned out the "clothing optional"-part of the party wasn't really a joke, but I had great fun anyway. At some point during the evening, I really had to pee, so I went to the bathroom. If you've followed me, you probably know where this is going: Yes, there was only one free bathroom and yes, it was the one without a door. I thought about waiting, but I knew that that would only end in disaster, so I sat down on the public toilet and let go. For a second, I thought that everything was fine, but then the people from the other stalls got out and each looked at me as they left. The three guys and the girl eyed me up and then just went along. That was the first time anybody ever saw me down there without having sex with me and it was embarrassing and thrilling at the same time. When I came back to the party, half of the people were naked and nobody was ashamed. I sat down and watched everybody dance when a naked girl (who would later become my best friend) jumped before my feet and wiggled her boobs in my face. She then took my hands and placed them on her hips and danced a little. She moved her head down to place a kiss on my cheek and then moved away from me, signaling me to join the dancers. I looked around and found a glass full of coke and rum (I think that's what it was) and drowned it. Then I took my top and my bra off and, with my tits on full display, joined the others. For a second I thought I could feel their eyes upon me, but then I realised that they didn't care if I was topless. They just wanted me to be as comfortable as possible. If I was more comfortable with my clothes on, fine, if not, fine as well. Nobody judged me by the form of my boobs or their size or anything. With that epiphany, I removed my skirt, although I couldn't remove my knickers just yet.
We partied the whole night. I woke up in my bed the next morning, and although I had the realisation the night before, I was somewhat surprised to find that I still had my knickers on and that I was alone in my bed. That morning, I went to the bathroom and took a shower. I hadn't thought about the time and was surprised when one of the guys walked in and jumped in the shower next to me. He eyed me up, smiled and then started to make smalltalk. At some point, he even asked me to soap his back. Other people came and went and nobody cared that I was naked, showering with another guy. That's when I realised that this was going to be the best year ever.

And it was only the beginning. If you'd like, I'll post more. I've kept a close journal and it's full of stories.

nice story.

Thanks for the feedback, it's appreciated. Let's continue:

It was one week after the party and I had finally come to terms with the way of living in this place. That's when things changed again. First of all, let me tell you a bit more about the place. Besides the bathroom and the kitchen, there was a common room (where parties were held at) and another room at the end of the main corridor that I hadn't noticed before my third week. When I discovered that door, I found it locked, which seemed odd to me since our rooms weren't lockable at all. When I asked one of the girls about the room, she answered that it was intended as a "privacy" room; I didn't get it at first, but then she explained that some times, sex partners weren't really comfortable doing it in an unlocked room where everybody could just walk in. That's what the privacy room was for: Having sex. You gotta give it to the Germans, they account for everything. At first, I didn't think about it very much, but then, at the end of week three, the girl I had asked about the room came running into the common room where most of us were gathered and said that she needed the key to the privacy room. I asked them why they didn't just leave the key in the privacy room itself, and they said that it was so that people would know that the room was used before trying to open the door and thus interrupting the couple doing it inside. Again, very well thought through. So the girl left the common room again, but before that she turned to us and said that we were free to do what we liked. Again, this was something I didn't understand. The girl left and a minute later we heard the door of the privacy room slam shut. Immediately, everybody got up and went to one of the other girls rooms which was adjacent to the privacy room. There, everybody just continued doing what they were doing before. Ten minutes in, the girl next door started to moan, louder and louder. So it turns out those people were a little more sexual than I first thought, listening to each other having sex. After a while we heard her climaxing and then for a while nothing seemed to happen. Then we heard the door open again and footsteps passing our room. A moment later the girl came in, still naked, her face covered in cum. She pointed at something and one of guys produced a camera and took a photo of her. Then everybody gave her a round of applause, she bowed, and then left to take a shower. Her guy apparently left immediately. One of the guys, who studied something with photography, had the equipment to process photos, so he developed the picture of the girl immediately. When he was finished, they showed me a book in the common room that was full of photos like the one they now added. Lots of current and former inhabitants right after sex, either alone or with their partner still by their side. Every girl who ever lived there had a shot of her body covered in cum in the book. It was engrossing and it made me horny. But that wasn't everything. They also showed me a drawer full of video tapes that they had made of various couples having sex. They showed me one recording of the girl who would later become my best friend and one of the guys living there. When I asked, they answered that most of the inhabitants had indeed had sex with each other. Of course they didn't need to do it in the private room and they added that they didn't even need to do it in their respective rooms. If the resident of one particular room was fine with it, they would do it right there. That was too much for me and I told them I didn't believe it. They laughed and that was it for the night.
The next day, I actually had to study, so I was in my room, when the girl from the room next to mine and one of the guys came in. They said they wanted to take my mind of learning, and when I said that I really needed to study they didn't leave. I did my best to ignore them and it worked fine. Then, some time later, they asked if it were okay if the did it on my couch. I mistook it as a joke, a reference to the day before, and without paying any attention to them, I said yes. Couple of minutes later, I turned around and why, yes, they were actually fucking on my couch. I didn't know what to do, so I just continued ignoring them and concentrated on my learning. When they were done, they both placed a kiss on my cheek and off they went. So it turns out that wasn't a lie.

So that week was when things started to get interesting. I'll be glad to post some more if you like.

Keep posting!!!

Okay then, let's continue.

I mentioned the "girl who would later become my best friend". Here's how that happened: I was talking to the girl in the room next to me about how strange this all was, people dealing with sex so openly. I also told her that I was glad that they eased me into all of this stuff. She told me that it was okay to find their way of living strange at that I didn't have to participate if I didn't want to. I answered that that was not what I'd meant at all and she just smiled and told me to go visit a girl named Claire, one of the residents. I didn't know why I should do that, but did it without any further questions - at that point, I figured I'd just let the things take their course. When I knocked on her door, the girl who wiggled her tits in my face at the party opened, the one I saw on the sex tape. I hadn't talked to her much before, but she greeted me with a friendly hug and a kiss. Not a peck on my cheek as I'd received before, but a proper kiss. After our lips were unlocked again, she told me to come in and take a seat. I sat down and the girl went through her stuff. Then she told me to undress. By that time, I still wasn't one of those who stayed naked all day, but I also wasn't a prude anymore. So I took off all my clothes and threw them on the floor. Claire was already nude - there was almost no occasion on which she wasn't nude, but more on that later. So there we stood, naked, and Claire told me to get wet. Just like that. It wasn't a request, it was a command. And boy, did it work. Since this was still kind of new to me, being nude around other people still made me horny a lot, especially since I had just found out that this dorm was all about sex. When she noticed that I "obeyed" her, she went to a huge closet and opened the doors. It was full of sex toys. Every toy in the book had to be in that closet. I asked her how she could afford all of these and she said that under normal circumstances she couldn't, but that she was working for a sex shop. At first she tried to tell me that employees got employee discounts, but she immediately confessed that she stole all of them. The bit about working in the shop was true, however. She then handed me a big dildo and told me to go to town on it. I was uncertain about that, but she said that it was crucial for me to pleasure myself and that she would grant me some privacy. She turned around and sat at her desk and did something else while listening to a Walkman. Meanwhile, I was sitting on her couch with a dildo in my hands, not certain how to proceed. I had pleasured myself before, of course, but never when someone else was in the room. So slowly, I began to stick the dildo up my pussy, sliding it up and down. Then I found myself thinking 'This is bullshit' and I stood up, walked up to Claire and tapped her on the shoulder. I told her that I needed her to watch me or else it wouldn't count. So she watched me masturbating for her. When I came, my whole body shivered and then it was over. I looked at her funny and she came over to me, took the toy and licked it clean. Then she masturbated with it and asked me to look. During, her body moved in erotic ways I'd never seen before. When she was finished, we went to the showers and cleaned ourselves. In there, she told me that every newcomer had to pass the dildo test. However, all of them had taken the toy to their own room and pushed a table in front of the door to have a little privacy. I had been the first girl ever to actually do it in front of her. She said that it would be the stepping stone for a long and healthy friendship.
The rest of that day went by uneventfully, but when I fell asleep, I was happy.

The next story will take place immediately the morning after; ask and you shall receive.

Great stories Em'
 

I'd like to officially ask that you continue with the next chapter of textual intercourse :)

Lol...+1

Please continue. :D

I, this lowly horny person, am humbly asking for the continuation of the story.

Yes, please continue. This is a great story.

Please Continue
 

Great stories please continue

It's an amazing story, continue please!

This is a great story, but please separate the wall of text into paragraphs. Thanks!

Next morning I woke up and went into the bathroom were I must have stayed for about thirty minutes. Although I wasn't one of the full-time-nudists, I had gotten used to sleeping and doing my bathroom routine totally naked, so I hadn't brought any clothes to the bathroom. When I returned to my room, one of the guys, Michael, stood there and told me that he had a message from Claire: While I had been showering, she had taken away my clothes and taken them to her workplace. He said that I was welcome to pick them up there, but that everybody was forbidden from giving me their car keys. He then produced a coat that Claire had left for me. It gave me a pretty generous cleavage that ended just 2 inches above my belly button. It also ended just above the middle of my thighs (It seemed that Claire had cut some off, actually). Basically, there was no denying my being naked under the coat and when I sat down, I would be showing everything. Michael then gave me a ticket for the bus, which had a stop right before the sex shop where Claire worked. Obviously, this was a dare, and I decided that I wouldn't crave. So I put on the coat and went on the bus.

I knew that everybody knew that I was naked when I entered the bus. A couple of boys kept rearranging to get a better look at me. Needless to say I didn't sit down; I had just gotten comfortable being naked around the people in the dorm, I wouldn't flash a bus full of strangers now. I had never been so aware of the fact that I had a pussy until that ride. However, I gathered all my courage and went to a guy that was maybe three years older than me and talked to him. As I walked over to him, everybody's eyes were following me. They didn't have mobiles with cameras back then, and I'm very thankful for that. Imagine doing that today, it would just go *flash* *flash* *flash* and everyone would have an upskirt picture of me. Anyway, I talked to the guy and decided that it would be best to not tell him the truth. When he asked why I was naked, I told him that I hadn't had time to get dressed that morning, and we both laughed. He tried really hard not to look at my tits, but it was nearly impossible as they threatened to jump out every time the bus hit a bumper (and I swear, the driver made sure that we'd hit every bumper there was). But the guy was very sweet, he probably figured out that I was on a dare of sorts and encouraged me. He told me that I was stunning, that my boobs were very beautifully shaped and that what I was doing was really hot. I was flattered by what he said, and had he had a mobile with a cam, I surely would have let him take all the pics he wanted. When the bus reached my stop, I went off the bus and to the tinted doors of the sex shop. My back to the bus, I decided to dare a little more, so I dropped my coat and waited a few seconds, so that everyone on the bus (the driver waited for me to disappear) would get a glimpse of my arse. Then I decided to dare even more and did a pirouette for them. When I was facing the door again, I knew that it had been to fast for them to really see anything, just as I had intended it. But somehow, the encouragement from the guy I'd talked to was still in my head. This time, instead of a pirouette I simply turned around, waited three seconds and then went inside the shop.

Claire had told me that she was the only one working there (the owner of the shop never showed up), so it didn't surprise me that she was naked there as well. What did surprise me, however, was that there were four customers, who now each stared at me. Before I could get my coat back on, Claire came running at me, threw herself at me and gave me a long kiss. Then she grabbed the coat and locked it away, forcing me to stay naked. I looked at the four customers: One of them was a boy about my age, holding a large pack of condoms. Obviously, he was overwhelmed by what had just happened. The other three were in their mid-thirties, one man and two women. They just nodded and waved politely before they continued to look through the stuff (they obviously belonged together, as they were looking through the stuff together). The boy continued to stare at me, while he pretended not to do so. At first, I pretended not to notice him, but after a while, I started to dance a little for him. By then he openly stared at me and I openly stared at the bulge in his pants that grew bigger and bigger. The guy then paid for his condoms, came to me and asked me if he could just squeeze my tits once. He told me that Claire had let him squeeze hers, and when I looked at her, she nodded. So I had no choice but to say yes, and the guy gave them a short but firm squeeze before he headed for the door.

After I looked at some porno magazines, I went to Claire and tipped her on her shoulder. She turned around and this time, I took the initiative and I kissed her. Normally, when I kiss a guy, my hands go somewhere between his bladebones, but now that I was deliberately kissing a girl, I did what most of my lovers used to do: I grabbed her arse, and she grabbed my in return. We stood there for a while, just enjoying each others tongues in our mouths and each others arses in our hands. After ten minutes, one of the women came to us, holding a vibrator in her hand. She told us that they were looking for a gift for their friend. She was 28 and getting married soon. Then they asked us if we had any experiences with that particular vibrator. I hadn't, but of course Claire had. She told them the pros and cons about it and in the end, they decided to buy it along with a short latex dress. They paid for it and then each squeezed our boobs as well.

Claire had a car, so we drove it back home. That was that day. I hadn't seen the last of the guy from the bus, though, but that's another story if you'd like.

This is my new favorite thread :)
 

You're quite the sport, diving in with this crew. I love engaging with girls in real life about their fantasies, and the forbidden. It's been great reading your stories. Thanks!

Ten weeks into my stay I was made aware of the fact that i hadn't been had by anyone in the group yet. I never really thought about fucking one of them, to be honest, but in my tenth week I came across a list that had the names of every guy in the dorm on it, accompanied by a number that would range between 100 and 300. That evening I asked one of the guys, a 23 year old we only ever called The Boss, what that list was supposed to mean and he answered me that the guys were betting on who would have sex with me first. Each guy was in with a certain amount of money. He then showed me a box that contained over 2000 Deutschmark. The one I would do first would get the money.
So now that I knew about it, people tried to bribe me. They told me that they would take me out to a luxury dinner, or on a holiday if I had sex with them. One guy offered to buy me a car, another one to pay for a trip back to Scotland to be home for Christmas. The Boss was the only one who played it cool. I remember him 'bribing' me with the words: "If you have sex with me, I'll let you suck my dick,' which made me laugh.
This went on for a week and the offers got bigger and bigger. The guys would do what I told them to without hesitating. They cleaned my room, drove me everywhere I wanted, two of them even sucked each others cocks. I never promised anyone anything though. Then one night, we were having another party, I told them that I had come to a decision. I told the guys to arrange themselves in a semi-circle around me and ordered the girls to place their asses on the couch so that they could watch. Then I got on my knees and crawled to the guy on the extreme left, got my mouth inches before his cock and then pulled away. I repeated that for every guy there was. When I was done, they just looked at me blankly.
I then crawled to Claire, who was sitting on the couch, as surprised as everyone else was, and laid my head in her lap. She opened her legs and I went inside, and for the first time in my live I tasted pussy. I could hear that she enjoyed it and I began touching myself. Then, without warning, she slid off the couch, rearranged herself and started licking me. My head started spinning all over the place and I could hear the distant sounds of approval from the rest of the bunch. I can't remember who had to stop first, but it was probably me who had to scream so hard that I had to take a break from licking. But I'm not one to quit, and so I finished her off. Her juice tasted so sweet when it left her slightly hairy pussy and entered my mouth.
Afterwards, we just laid there, exhausted. My head hadn't calmed down yet; it was as if I had been on drugs and when someone said something, I couldn't make out their words, so I just nodded. Suddenly, the guys were towering over us, stroking their cocks. It didn't take long and we were both covered in cum. When we started to lick each other dry, nobody could hold it in anymore. The girls got off their seats and started to fuck the guys. Claire and I didn't participate in the ensuing orgy, however, as decided to finally take a shower. The rest of the evening, we just watched, with the occasional make-out session interrupting the watching.

So that's the evening I got my best friend 2000 bucks and we became a semi-couple. Claire soon swapped rooms with the girl who lived next to me and after talking to our landlord, we removed the wall that separated our rooms so that we would live together on more space.

This sounds like it could be an amazing year. Looking forward to hearing more of these stories.

Whatta dirty story this has become :)
 

I like how the premise of studying abroad is completely marginalized. That had to have been one of the worst environments in which to try concentating on any schoolwork. Shit, I wouldn't even be able to enjoy a classic Playboy at three in the morning in that house!

Love your stories, love your style, love to read more...