1. In The Dark


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

    swelling with only thin silk between fingertip and nipple. It is early in the evening, but I am ready; as the hand sliding up my thigh is about to discover. I’m in another room, or maybe it’s the same 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’m with different people, or maybe they’re the same people. I have one foot on the floor, one knee on a bed. I am leaning over. I have one hand round a cock. I have my lips round the cock. So many times during the night, I have my lips round a cock. There is a tap on my shoulder. There is a voice, a masculine voice. “Turn around.” I turn, still holding the cock I’ve been sucking. I sit on the edge of the bed. My other hand is guided to a stiff cock. A hand on my head guides me gently. I cannot see, the blindfold is unforgiving; but I know what is expected of me. My lips part. My lips engulf this second cock. It must be quite early in the evening because I’m wearing my blouse. My bra has disappeared, though. A button is undone. A hand slides inside my blouse, finding an erect nipple. Fingers roll my erect nipple between them. I’m wanking one cock and sucking another. A hand touches my thigh. It must be quite early in the evening because I’m still wearing my skirt. Not for long. My memory skips. I’m bouncing up and down on a cock, holding the other in my hand. I’m moaning out loud, crying out. I can’t focus on the cock in my hand, which ...
    seems to annoy the man to whom it belongs. “Suck on it!” But I can only hold it as I bounce up and down, moaning and gasping and crying out. My pussy is a flood of debauchery as I bounce up and down. Is it really me crying out? “Oh, I love that cock!” My head is grabbed. My mouth is invaded. I bounce up and down, trying to scream. The screams get stuck in my throat as I feel the cock in my mouth expand. I come to with a start. There are two fingers in my pussy. My own fingers in my own pussy. I’m finger-fucking myself in the halfway slumber between consciousness and sleep; finger-fucking myself to dim memories. Have I really not had enough? I pull my hand away, somehow ashamed of myself, even though I’m alone. I’m think I’m alone. Is there anyone here to see? I don’t sense anybody. I strain my ears, but hear nothing. All around is darkness, but I strain my eyes anyway. The blindfold is thick and unforgiving. How could I have allowed all those things to happen? Because I had agreed to them, beforehand. I filled out the form conscientiously, even though there were so many entries. Do you agree to: Partake in watersports: No. (I assumed they didn’t actually mean swimming or jet ski.) Multiple simultaneous penetrations: Yes. (Having agreed to anal sex, it seemed pointless to refuse.) Engage sexually with other women: Yes. (Well, I’d become curious.) More importantly, how could my husband have allowed this to happen? Yes, we were going through a fallow spell. Yes, we’d talked about ...
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