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In The Dark

Date: 10/19/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: , Source: LushStories

activities that I agreed to, that under normal circumstances… My body has been subjected to so much. It reeks of debauchery. Debauchery is smeared across my skin. I feel myself begin to drift. I’m not quite awake, but nor am I fast asleep. If I could muster the energy, perhaps I could focus on nature or poetry or who I might vote for in the upcoming election; instead, only the recent past, only last night (assuming it is actually morning) has the power to flow aimlessly through my mind. I’m in another room. I can hear voices. Distant voices. There are so many voices all night, but few of them can be made out. All is dark, but I am not alone. I am on top of a man. My naked breasts are splayed against his skin. My nipples are hard. His hands are on my shoulders. His lips are touching the soft folds of my pussy. My lips surround his hard cock. All is dark. The blindfold is unforgiving, but I know that his cock is very long. He puts his hands on my temples, encouraging me to go deeper, but however deep I go, his cock never ends. His tongue lashes at my clit. I moan at the back of my throat. His cock is deep in my mouth. Too deep. He allows me to come up for air. I moan as his tongue sweeps across my slippery sex. I stroke his cock. I wriggle my tongue across the swollen bulb. He holds me open, his tongue sweeping across the full expanse of my ravenous pussy. My lips surround him. I move my head up and down. He sucks on my swollen clit. I suck on his swollen cock. I moan. He ... grunts. My lips slide down his never-ending cock. His tongue flicks at my clit. I moan. He grunts. My body prepares. I know I will cum. Soon. I know he will cum. Soon. I’m in another room. I can hear voices. Distant voices. There are so many voices all night, but few of them can be made out. All is dark, but I am not alone. It must be early in the evening, because I am still dressed. I am standing. My breasts are being touched through the silk of my blouse. My bottom is being fondled through my lamé skirt. There is hot breath on my neck. A hand is touching the inside of my thigh, where stocking top gives way to skin. All is dark. I do not know how many people are in the room with me, but I sense there are a number. They are touching me. Hands grope and fondle. There is hot breath on my neck. My ponytail is twisted round fingers. Other fingers grip my wrist. My hand lands on skin. Male skin. I can tell because of the fuzz of hair against my fingertips. The man must be prostrate. I understand that when my hand is lead to his expectant rod. Hands squeeze my breasts through the silk of my blouse, making the nipples harden and swell with desire. There is hot breath on my neck. A hand is touching the inside of my thigh, where stocking gives way to skin. There is a voice, masculine. “Do you think she’s ready to sit on that cock?” “There’s only one way to find out.” A female voice, as the hand on my thigh slides upwards under my skirt. Other hands fondle my tits, fingers slide across the ...