1. Poor Petra! (2)


    Date: 6/9/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: fegirboh, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    can imagine. *** It must be nearly dawn by the time the boys and I have had our fill of each other and, tired and sated, the three of us snuggle up under my duvet and drift off to sleep for a couple of hours. I’m awoken by the sounds of Petra creeping around and getting ready to leave for morning lectures. She looks jumpy and strung out. Her movements are jerky, hurried, and kinda surreptitious, and she keeps flicking quick nervous glances our way, clearly hoping we’re still asleep and that she can get out of the room without any interaction. The boys are awake too now. Not moving much but definitely back in the land of the living. Petra has thrown on a pair of baggy sweats and an old jumper. Kinda suits her. Girl looks a lot more acceptable in crap gear like this than she did in that ‘nice’ dress last night, is what I’m lying there in bed thinking. The more that’s covered up the better, is what it boils down to with girls like Petra. Yep, most definitely. Daggy girls should stick to daggy clothes. Leave the glamour puss stuff to hotties like me. I keep watching her through almost closed eyelids, like a cat looking at a captive mouse, musing idly whether to let it escape. It decides not to. The cruel capricious cat can’t resist having a little more fun with the helpless little mouse. “Morning sweetie,” I drawl from my bed, as she’s passing close to it. Busted! “Oh yeah, hi Em,” Petra says quickly. She turns away just as quickly because otherwise what she’s looking at is me ...
    cuddling blissfully in bed with two boys. I’m sandwiched between them, spooning with Paul in front of me, being spooned by Danny behind. Just our head and shoulders are visible above the duvet but it’s obvious to anyone that we’re all completely butt naked. I have my hand curled around Paul’s dick and I can feel some stirrings. Boy’s a machine. God I just love the feel of a guy’s tool hardening in my palm on the morning after the night before. Danny is also firming up nicely down there, I know this because his fast growing erection is pressing forcefully into my ass. And OMG I love that too! Petra hastens away from us to the kitchenette area. Her bag is lying on the counter there. She’s keen to pick it up and get out the door. “Petra’s leaving,” I whisper, in a way that tells the boys I’d like to torment her a little before she does. They both chuckle quietly and we all sit up in bed, duvet pushed down to waist level. “Well good morning, Petra!” beams Paul. Danny is just laughing. “Morning!” Petra trills, trying her very best to be upbeat and cheerful but not coming even close to pulling it off. Her voice cracks and she appears massively embarrassed, anxious, and unhappy. “Sweetie, can you bring me a coke?” I call out. “I’m fucking parched.” Petra’s face twitches but she kinda has to do it. Churlish to refuse, she is standing right by the fridge. She comes over with this can of coke and hands it to me. I reach across Danny to take it, then settle back into position, smiling ...
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