1. Poor Petra! (2)


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

    sweetly at Petra. “You’re an angel.” “S’ok,” Petra mutters. “I mean it, you’re an angel.” I roll the can against my tits to check the temperature, giggle and pronounce myself satisfied that it’s cold enough. “Hey, just thinking, do you wanna be even more of an angel? Do you wanna fix us breakfast in bed, sweetie? Me and the guys are pretty hungry, all that exercise.” Paul and Danny join in the sport, guffawing their loud and raucous approval of that suggestion. Petra stands glued to the spot, desperately trying to process the situation and make a suitable response. Her expression is a picture! I keep my face straight a while longer, enjoy watching her flounder, and then I dissolve in giggles. “I’m joking you klutz!” Petra is relieved (stupid cow really thought I might be being serious!) but she’s also mortified about being mocked so openly. She’s still there by my bed and I catch her looking yearningly at the rippling bare torsos on either side of me. It’s quick and she tries to hide it, but I notice. OMG, poor tantalized thing, she’s positively drooling at the hunky naked boys! It’s painful to see. I love it! Because for a few seconds there the dark pool of permanent cock deprivation that festers inside Petra has overflowed, no doubt about it. It’s taken her over completely. She’s fucking drowning in it. Her aching need, and the awful sexual frustration, is written all over the poor thing’s face. It’s suddenly all there is to her. The way Petra is looking at this ...
    insouciant display of sculptured chests and hard flat stomachs and muscled biceps, that tortured mix of acute desire and intense shame, it’s similar to how the pathetic saddo at the bar was obsessing on my sexy legs. Really, that’s how bad it is. OMG, this is so fucking hilarious. Like, aw, just look at the little mouse. See how it suffers. Poor, starving little mouse staring at all the cheese. I decide to be really mean. With Petra not watching but definitely watching I place my hand on Danny’s sexy stomach and let it rest there, proprietorial fashion. Then I move it down an inch or two and using a single fingernail I slowly draw a figure of eight through his lower belly hairs, just really playfully and teasingly, and Danny starts to grunt a little, getting aroused. If I drifted further south, just below the duvet, I know exactly the condition I’d find Danny’s cock in now! Paul’s too, because he’s at my pussy. The sexy bastard is fingering me artfully under the covers and, ooo yes, it’s getting me nice and moist again. Petra knows I’m getting a little morning treat. The action is hidden but it’s perfectly obvious what’s happening from the position Paul’s arm is in, the rustlings of the duvet, the smug gratification on my face. I’m gazing at Petra the whole time, enjoying my erotic power, my enormous superiority. I merely have to decide how long I want to keep tyrannizing the hapless girl. I really am the cat. I’m the cat who’s got all the cream. Petra wants to leave. She’s dying to ...
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