1. In The Dark


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

    minute, torn apart by those three cocks. The cock in my pussy, the cock in my mouth, dampening my screams, the cock in my arse. Three men, three cocks, using me, fucking me, fucking my holes, slamming their cocks in me, forcing my body on towards ultimate ecstasy. Alone on the bed I strain my ears, but hear nothing. All around is darkness, but I strain my eyes anyway. The blindfold is thick and unforgiving. Is there anyone here to see? I don’t sense anybody? The scent of my own debauchery is thick in my nostrils. I push the three fingers deep inside myself, bringing my other hand down to rub my clit. Everything blurs. All around is darkness. The memory is so real. I hardly know where I am or what is happening. Oh yes, I’m alone on a bed, trapped in darkness, my hands moving against my satiated yet insatiable sex. But I’m also back in that room, with those men, their cocks fucking my pussy, fucking my mouth, fucking my arse. My body is tense. My body feels like it will explode. My pussy is tightening as it speaks to me of its lust in the language of the sea. My mind feels like it will overload. My pussy ...
    tightens so that I fear my fingers will snap, but still I fuck myself. My other hand moves against my clit. The memory is so clear, of those men, their cocks fucking my pussy, fucking my mouth, fucking my arse; using my pussy, using my mouth, using my arse; hands mauling my tits. “Yes! Yes!” I scream as I lay there all alone, writhing, with fingers in my pussy, fingers on my clit. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me cum!” I’m on the verge now. On the verge of an orgasm that will kill me if I’m not careful. Just a few more seconds. There’s a sound; a sound that doesn't belong. Instinctively I pull my hands away even though I’m so close it kills me not to follow through. I have no idea where I am; if it’s night or if it’s light; if I will be allowed to remove the blindfold, or if I will be taken somewhere and used again (and again), or used right here. All around is darkness, but I strain my eyes anyway. The blindfold is thick and unforgiving. The scent of my own debauchery is thick in my nostrils. I strain my ears. A door handle is turned. I feel a soft draft against my debauched skin as a door opens. I am not alone anymore.
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