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Slutty Sarah, The Ex-girlfriend, The Final Story. free porn video
Well, Chris, looks like Sarah, your new girlfriend, is now Sarah your new ex-girlfriend. Is that right that these stories about her could have caused that? Oh, I do hope not, of course!
Sarah phoned me a few days ago. She was angry with me. Very, very angry. For some reason she blamed me for her split-up with Chris. I can’t imagine why she should say that!
She asked me to remove the stories. I told her that I would think about it. She asked to come to my place so we could ‘talk about it’. Well, we all know that that meant. And it did. She came over yesterday. We ‘talked about it’. Well, that means I fucked her, doesn’t it, on the basis that if she let me, I would remove the stories. If she’d only listened, I didn’t actually promise I would, so I’m not going to. But, I got a good fuck out of it, so who cares.
Instead, something that she said reminded me of another time her slutty exhibitionist side came out. Before I fucked her we were talking and she said something about having to drive past the funfair in town to get to my place. Ahh that brought back memories of something she told me once about her and funfair workers. We’d been out for a meal for her birthday and, as usual, she’d started on vodka and tonic and gone onto white wine, with the food. We got talking about who we’d been with before we met. I asked her what was the strangest place she’d ever had sex. She looked at me and said ‘Don’t you ever, ever tell anyone about this, will you?’ Of course I said I wouldn’t.
Before I tell you what she said, I just have to explain that in British funfairs, there’s a ride called a Waltzer. It’s a circular ride with about 6 sort of open cabins or cars on it. The whole ride goes round fast, but the cars or can be spun in either direction, round and round and round. There’s a metal bar to hold on to and when the cars are spinning really fast, you have to hold on tightly with both hands. The boys on the ride always chose the girls with skirts and dresses and spin the cars as fast as possible, hoping that the girl’s skirt will ride right up.
She told me ‘I was 17 years old. I had a best friend called Olivia and we were always both, so, so sexually frustrated, all the time. One summer’s day there was a funfair in a nearby town to where I used to live. Back them I liked really rough, dirty boys. Olivia did, too, and there were always loads of them at the fair every year, working on the rides. We decided we’d dress up and see if we could get some of them. Even back then I loved wearing stocking and suspenders. Olivia preferred bare legs. She brought a selection of clothes over to my place late one afternoon.
We spent an hour getting ready, wondering what those dirty, rough boys would like the best. Olivia wore a short, tight black dress with a white g-string and bra underneath. I wore a longer flared skirt with black stockings underneath and a tiny top that showed a bit of my breasts. We felt so, so sexy going to the funfair dressed like that. We got there and went on the dodgems together. It was fun but the boys on that ride were a bit too clean-looking for our tastes. I remember as we got up out of the dodgem to get off the ride, Olivia’s black dress had ridden right up and her white g-string was showing as she stood up. The boys cheered. She looked down and pretended to be embarrassed, and pulled her dress down.
As we walked away I said to her ‘You did that on purpose, didn’t you’. She replied ‘Of course I did’.
We walked to my favorite ride, the Waltzer. We got on. There were two really rough boys, about 19 years old, who were standing at the centre of the ride. They looked at us and I just knew we would be the ones that they would spin round.
The ride filled up with people and a siren sounded to warn everyone it was going to start moving. The whole ride went faster and faster and the cars began to spin round quite fast. There was a feeling that if you don’t hold on to the metal bar in front of you with both hands, you’ll be thrown right out of the car. Olivia’s skirt started to ride up. She kept her legs tightly closed but, since the boys were standing in the centre of the ride, where the g-forces, that’s what it’s called, isn’t it, are much lower, they could look up Olivia’s dress. One of them nudged the other one and pointed at Olivia’s legs. They moved towards us. Suddenly I was wondering if wearing a flared skirt and stockings was such a good idea, but it was too late now.
They both came over to our car and started to spin us round really fast. Well, the speed made the air get up under my dress and it blew right up above my stocking-tops. The boys were grinning and laughing, and having a really good look. I was clinging onto the bar with both hands and there was no way I was going to be able to pull my skirt down. I looked across at Olivia. The hem of her dress was right up now, showing her white g-string to the boys and also all the other men gathered round the edge of the ride.
The boys spun us faster and faster. To brace herself Olivia has to move her legs apart and her dress was riding higher and higher. My skirt suddenly blew right up, the hem of it almost up to my face. My stocking-tops, suspenders and g-string were on show to everyone. There was no way I was going to be able to pull it down. Not that I wanted to. I was showing myself of to dozens of men and I liked it.
A few spins later and the hem of Olivia’s dress was right up round her waist, showing all of her tiny g-string. Her legs were now wide apart bracing herself against the plates holding the bar onto the floor of the cabin. The ride went on for another minute, with both of use exposed. When the ride started to slow, we both struggled to cover up. Now it was going slower, we could see there were about 15 or 20 men as well as a few girls, all around the ride, waiting for it to stop so they could get the next time. The men were all smiling broadly, having had a free show from Olivia and me. The ride stopped and we struggled to stand up and get off, feeling really dizzy.
The two boys who’s been working on the ride, spinning the cars, came up to us. They seemed so, so sure of themselves. I’ve never known boys with such confidence. One said ‘You two, follow us’. They seemed so commanding that we did. We walked down the steps of the ride and round the back to where the generator and other things were. There was a door that led under the ride where the generator cables went to power the motor that made the ride spin round.
One boy said ‘Get in there, now’. We walked in and they followed us. There was a single bulb lighting up the place. He said ‘Against the wall’, again in such a commanding way that we just did it.
Then the other one said ‘Show us your tits’.
Olivia and I looked at each other. Okay, we liked rough, dirty boys and these two were both rough and dirty, although they smelt okay. Actually, they smelt really manly and good. One of them said ‘I told you to show us your tits. Now do it’.
He wasn’t threatening or anything. I felt that if we just walked out they wouldn’t stop us. In any case there were lots of people very nearby. It wasn’t threatening at all, just very commanding with huge confidence. I looked at Olivia. We didn’t say anything but I think we both agreed to do it. Olivia caught hold of the hem of her dress and pulled it up, right off, over her head. Her bra was almost as tiny as her g-string. The boys looked her body up and down, then looked at me. I couldn’t help but obey. They seemed to be so much in control. I pulled my top off, over my head. They stood there, their arms crossed. Olivia and I stood there in front of them.
One said ‘What are you waiting for, show us your tits’. Olivia and I looked at each other again. I saw something in her eyes. She was enjoying this. Then I realized so was I. We reached behind our back and unhooked our bras. Off they came. The boys stared at our breasts. One boy looked at the other and said ‘Not bad. Not bad at all. A good 9 out of 10. Maybe 10 out of 10’ We were having our breasts given marks out of 10. But, a score of 9 or 10 is pretty good, anyway.
The boy stood in front of me said ‘Take your skirt off’. I couldn’t resist his voice and I did. My stockings had come down a bit and I pulled them up, higher up my thighs. The boy in front of me said ‘9 or 10 for the legs, too, I recon’. Then he stepped closer to me and put his finger in the waist-band of my g-string, pulled it and let it go. He said ‘Take that off, now’. I pulled it down and stepped out of it. I was standing there in just my shoes, stockings and suspenders. I’d never felt so naked in my life. But I was loving it. Olivia didn’t need to be asked. She took her g-string off too.
The boys looked at us then they both started to feel us. Their hands were rough from putting the rides together and taking them apart every few days. The one in front of me felt my breasts, really groped them. Then his hands went all over me and I felt a finger enter my vagina. Then one said ‘Let’s swop over’ and they moved around and then the other one was feeling me. His hands were even rougher and they were everywhere, groping, feeling, probing my body. I suddenly realized that I’d just been fingered by two different boys within the space of a minute. That made me feel so, so horny. I was ready for anything now. Olivia was having the same treatment. I could hear her breathing harder and faster, then I realized I was, too. I couldn’t help it but I put my hand on the front of the jeans of my boy. He was hard. I could feel it. He said ‘Go on, get it out’. I fumbled with his zip and belt. I looked at Olivia. She already had her boy’s penis out in her hand and was gripping and pulling on it.
I got my boy’s penis out, too. It was massive. I could feel his fingers inside me now and I knew I was soaking wet. Olivia’s boy said to my boy ‘Which one do you want to fuck? Are you happy with the one you’ve got, right now?’ My boy looked down at my hand tight on his penis, and he said ‘Yes, this one will do fine for me’. I was so happy about that. I desperately wanted that huge penis up me. The other boy said ‘Right, let’s fuck them, close together, you know why’. They moved Olivia and I so we were right next to each other. Then they entered us. My boy’s penis was certainly the biggest I’ve ever had. He filled me up. As he thrust up me, one of his hands was on one of my breasts, groping it, but his other hand was on Olivia’s nearest breast. Olivia’s boy had one hand on her breast and one on one of mine. They were certainly having their fun with us. It was fantastic to have my breasts felt by two boys at once. That was the first time, but certainly not the last time boys have done that to me.
My boy had certainly done girls before. He was thrusting in me but also rubbing against my clit. I guess Olivia’s boy knew what he was doing, too. I heard her moan and moan, then a little gasp and then almost a tiny scream. She’d had an orgasm. With that, her boy thrusted and thrusted harder and harder in her, forgetting about satisfying her any more and just doing her for himself.
The ride up above us was so noisy. I guess they were managing without our two boys to spin the rides round.
My boy was now really rubbing up against my clit. I guess they were having a contest to see which of then would give a girl an orgasm. I gasped and my hands went onto his shoulders. I think my nails might have gone right through his skirt. I came. With that he gave up trying to pleasure me any more and just thrusted up me. He came a few moments later.
They slowly stopped the thrusting and took their penises out of us. One looked at each other and said ‘Fuck-rating?’ Mine said ‘Yeah, a good 9 or 10. Not bad at all’. The other boy, who’d had Olivia said ‘Yeah, and mine. A good 9 or maybe more’.
I wasn’t sure that we should be flattered, but I sort of was. They zipped up and walked out and left us there. Olivia looked at me and we both burst out laughing. She said ‘Sarah, do you know what we are? We’re sluts, aren’t we? Horny sluts’.
She was right. We’d just let two boys, we didn’t even know their names, have their fun with our bodies, and we’d loved it. We got dressed and left. My body have never been satisfied with one orgasm and I wanted to either get find another boy straight away or to go home and play with myself. I sort of hoped that the two boys would go out and send another two down. As long as they weren’t the clean-looking ones, I’d let them have me. Well they didn’t and we didn’t find any other suitable candidates on our way back from the strangest place that I’d ever had sex, underneath a fairground ride. I drove us home, looking out for suitable boys. There weren’t any. If there had have been, I would have stopped the car, got out and then leant back in, bending forward so I would be showing my stocking-tops. That always worked to get boys to stop and talk to me.
We got back to my place and I said to Olivia ‘Look, one orgasm always leaves me needing more. I’m just going up to my room to frig myself off. Back soon’. Olivia said ‘I’ll do it for you, if you do it for me’. I stared at her. She said ‘Look, I’m not a lesbian or bisexual in any way, but life’s for experimenting, isn’t it. You rub me and I’ll rub you’.
I could feel my face going red with embarrassment at the thought of another girl rubbing my clit. But, Olivia was right about experimenting. I caught hold of her hand, led her upstairs and we stripped off. We lay down on my bed and Olivia said ‘Just close your eyes and imagine it’s a man’s hand’. I did and spread my legs. Okay, all girls play with themselves is a bit of a different way, but when Olivia started to rub me, it felt good. Then it felt better. And better. I put a finger in me, imagining it was one of the boy’s fingers that had been up me just an hour ago. I came. Olivia said ‘That’s good, that’s a good girl’. She gave me a moment, then started on me again. Hell, she was good at it. Two orgasms later I was satisfied.
Now it was my turn to touch a girl between her legs for the first time. I put my fingers on her and started to rub in the way I like it. Olivia put her hand on mine and moved my fingers in a bit more of a circular motion. ‘Like that’ she said.
About 15 minutes later I was really proud of myself. I’d given my best friend five orgasms.
Afterwards we sat there naked and talked about boys, what we liked them to do to us, what we liked to do to them. I learned a lot that day and it certainly was the strangest place I’d ever had sex.
But, I woke up the following morning feeling even hornier. The feeling wouldn’t go away. I played with myself a few times but it didn’t help. I wanted a dick up me. I phoned Olivia but her phone was switched off and I remembered she was going away that day. All day I wondered what to do and by late afternoon I’d made up my mind. I was going back to the funfair.
I wore a short skirt and low-cut top, high-heel shoes and no underwear. So what if I went on that Waltzer ride and my skirt came up. I was feeling so horny that I wanted to expose myself to men. I’d strip naked on the ride if it meant I got some dick up me.
I drove to the funfair. I walked to where the Waltzer ride was and climbed the steps and stood there, wondering if I had the nerve to get on there and have my skirt blown up and for everyone to see me between my legs. Then suddenly three boys walked in front of me. One was the boy who’d had me the last night but the other two I didn’t recognize. The boy said ‘You are back then. Back for more of the same?’ My legs started to shake a bit. The boy said ‘We got into trouble for leaving the ride so long yesterday to fuck you and your friend so I’ve got to stay up here tonight. Buy my other friends don’t’. I looked at the other two boys. Rough and dirty as hell, with their hands and faces not looking at all clean. I looked at them and I wanted them. Both of them.
One of them caught hold of my hand and the three of us walked back down the steps and round the back of the ride. I ducked under the doorway and went inside. The boy who’d had me had obviously told them I was up for it.
One stood in front of me and put one of his hands on my right breast. He could feel through the thin top that I didn’t have a bra on and he grinned at me. The other boy went and stood behind me. He put his hand on the inside of my thigh, under my short skirt, and moved it up until it touched me, you know, between my legs. He ran his fingers between my lips. My legs were shaking and the next thrill was going to bring me to orgasm, I just knew. The boy in front of me let go of my breast and caught hold of the hem of my skirt and pulled it up. He looked down and grinned as he say I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The boy behind me stopped touching me there, put his hands on my waist under my top, ran them round to the front of my body and felt under my top so his hands were cupping my breasts. I was in heaven. His hands were really, really rough on my skin.
Then the boy in front of me put his hands between my legs and gently rubbed and squeezed my clit. I orgasmed. I just couldn’t help it. I came. My whole body shuddered and I gasped with the feeling. The boy behind me was really groping my breasts now and he said ‘Well, looks like we’ve got a fucking keen one here’.
‘Keen’, hell yes I was keen. Keen for dick. They pushed me down onto the grass. Then they pulled my top off. Then my skirt came off and I was lying naked, just in my shoes. They groped me. They felt me everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. They spread my legs as wide as they would go and held me open down there, between my legs. One of them started to suck my clit as his friend was fingering me. I came again. Then they were both lying either side of me, feeling my breasts with one hand each and sucking my nipples, while their other hands were between my legs. They both had a finger inside me at the same time, fingering me, right deep inside me. I came again. A long, shuddering orgasm. It was great but I wanted their dicks up me.
The two boys were groping and grabbing me now and I was getting desperate for their dicks. I tore at their belts and zips. They helped and these two, huge, I mean huge penises came into view. I grabbed them. I squeezed them. I felt their balls. I wanted them inside me. One of them said ‘Right, which of us is going to fuck her pussy and which is going to fuck her…….’. I can’t say what he said. I can’t tell you what those boys did to me that night. I’ve never let any boy or man do to me what those boys did ever since. I just can’t tell you. I’ll just say that I had trouble sitting down without any pain for the next two days.
They used and abused me and I loved every moment of it. They really used my body in the way lots of men dream of doing to a girl. It was so, so good. I’ve never had some of the things they did to me ever done to me again. I wouldn’t let any man do to me what I enjoyed those boys doing to me that night. I let them do whatever they wanted to do to me. I was so hot and horny that I couldn’t stop them and I wanted everything to happen to me. They got me in such exposed positions, looking at, licking, groping and probing every part of my body. It was fantastic. One of the boys managed to get his tongue right up inside my vagina, and other places, too, that I’m too embarrassed to mention.
At one moment, an old man came into the room. I mean really old, maybe 90. One of the boys said ‘Hey Grandad, come over here and have a look at this’. The old man hobbled over. The boy pushed my legs wide apart and held me open, down there, you know where I mean’. He said ‘When’s the last time you saw one of those, Grandad? Nice, eh?’ The old man stared at me, seeing everything I’ve got between my legs, leered at me and then hobbled away.
Eventually they’d finished with me. I was exhausted but so, so happy. They were just helping me to get dressed when a couple of other workers at the fair came in. They were a lot older than the two boys. A lot older. I was just putting my skirt on but my breasts were still bare. They looked at me and one said ‘Ah, just a quick feel, my love’ and they both walked over and put their hands on my breasts. They were quite old and their hands were really rough from all the work they’d done at the fair over the years. I just looked down at their hands, groping me and I started to feel horny, yet again.
Look, you’ll never tell anyone about this, ever, will you. You’ve got to promise’.
Yes Sarah, of course I promise. So, that’s a story about a horny slut, being told by a horny slut about herself. Oh no. I promised her I’d never tell anyone, didn’t I?
Sarah phoned me a few days ago. She was angry with me. Very, very angry. For some reason she blamed me for her split-up with Chris. I can’t imagine why she should say that!
She asked me to remove the stories. I told her that I would think about it. She asked to come to my place so we could ‘talk about it’. Well, we all know that that meant. And it did. She came over yesterday. We ‘talked about it’. Well, that means I fucked her, doesn’t it, on the basis that if she let me, I would remove the stories. If she’d only listened, I didn’t actually promise I would, so I’m not going to. But, I got a good fuck out of it, so who cares.
Instead, something that she said reminded me of another time her slutty exhibitionist side came out. Before I fucked her we were talking and she said something about having to drive past the funfair in town to get to my place. Ahh that brought back memories of something she told me once about her and funfair workers. We’d been out for a meal for her birthday and, as usual, she’d started on vodka and tonic and gone onto white wine, with the food. We got talking about who we’d been with before we met. I asked her what was the strangest place she’d ever had sex. She looked at me and said ‘Don’t you ever, ever tell anyone about this, will you?’ Of course I said I wouldn’t.
Before I tell you what she said, I just have to explain that in British funfairs, there’s a ride called a Waltzer. It’s a circular ride with about 6 sort of open cabins or cars on it. The whole ride goes round fast, but the cars or can be spun in either direction, round and round and round. There’s a metal bar to hold on to and when the cars are spinning really fast, you have to hold on tightly with both hands. The boys on the ride always chose the girls with skirts and dresses and spin the cars as fast as possible, hoping that the girl’s skirt will ride right up.
She told me ‘I was 17 years old. I had a best friend called Olivia and we were always both, so, so sexually frustrated, all the time. One summer’s day there was a funfair in a nearby town to where I used to live. Back them I liked really rough, dirty boys. Olivia did, too, and there were always loads of them at the fair every year, working on the rides. We decided we’d dress up and see if we could get some of them. Even back then I loved wearing stocking and suspenders. Olivia preferred bare legs. She brought a selection of clothes over to my place late one afternoon.
We spent an hour getting ready, wondering what those dirty, rough boys would like the best. Olivia wore a short, tight black dress with a white g-string and bra underneath. I wore a longer flared skirt with black stockings underneath and a tiny top that showed a bit of my breasts. We felt so, so sexy going to the funfair dressed like that. We got there and went on the dodgems together. It was fun but the boys on that ride were a bit too clean-looking for our tastes. I remember as we got up out of the dodgem to get off the ride, Olivia’s black dress had ridden right up and her white g-string was showing as she stood up. The boys cheered. She looked down and pretended to be embarrassed, and pulled her dress down.
As we walked away I said to her ‘You did that on purpose, didn’t you’. She replied ‘Of course I did’.
We walked to my favorite ride, the Waltzer. We got on. There were two really rough boys, about 19 years old, who were standing at the centre of the ride. They looked at us and I just knew we would be the ones that they would spin round.
The ride filled up with people and a siren sounded to warn everyone it was going to start moving. The whole ride went faster and faster and the cars began to spin round quite fast. There was a feeling that if you don’t hold on to the metal bar in front of you with both hands, you’ll be thrown right out of the car. Olivia’s skirt started to ride up. She kept her legs tightly closed but, since the boys were standing in the centre of the ride, where the g-forces, that’s what it’s called, isn’t it, are much lower, they could look up Olivia’s dress. One of them nudged the other one and pointed at Olivia’s legs. They moved towards us. Suddenly I was wondering if wearing a flared skirt and stockings was such a good idea, but it was too late now.
They both came over to our car and started to spin us round really fast. Well, the speed made the air get up under my dress and it blew right up above my stocking-tops. The boys were grinning and laughing, and having a really good look. I was clinging onto the bar with both hands and there was no way I was going to be able to pull my skirt down. I looked across at Olivia. The hem of her dress was right up now, showing her white g-string to the boys and also all the other men gathered round the edge of the ride.
The boys spun us faster and faster. To brace herself Olivia has to move her legs apart and her dress was riding higher and higher. My skirt suddenly blew right up, the hem of it almost up to my face. My stocking-tops, suspenders and g-string were on show to everyone. There was no way I was going to be able to pull it down. Not that I wanted to. I was showing myself of to dozens of men and I liked it.
A few spins later and the hem of Olivia’s dress was right up round her waist, showing all of her tiny g-string. Her legs were now wide apart bracing herself against the plates holding the bar onto the floor of the cabin. The ride went on for another minute, with both of use exposed. When the ride started to slow, we both struggled to cover up. Now it was going slower, we could see there were about 15 or 20 men as well as a few girls, all around the ride, waiting for it to stop so they could get the next time. The men were all smiling broadly, having had a free show from Olivia and me. The ride stopped and we struggled to stand up and get off, feeling really dizzy.
The two boys who’s been working on the ride, spinning the cars, came up to us. They seemed so, so sure of themselves. I’ve never known boys with such confidence. One said ‘You two, follow us’. They seemed so commanding that we did. We walked down the steps of the ride and round the back to where the generator and other things were. There was a door that led under the ride where the generator cables went to power the motor that made the ride spin round.
One boy said ‘Get in there, now’. We walked in and they followed us. There was a single bulb lighting up the place. He said ‘Against the wall’, again in such a commanding way that we just did it.
Then the other one said ‘Show us your tits’.
Olivia and I looked at each other. Okay, we liked rough, dirty boys and these two were both rough and dirty, although they smelt okay. Actually, they smelt really manly and good. One of them said ‘I told you to show us your tits. Now do it’.
He wasn’t threatening or anything. I felt that if we just walked out they wouldn’t stop us. In any case there were lots of people very nearby. It wasn’t threatening at all, just very commanding with huge confidence. I looked at Olivia. We didn’t say anything but I think we both agreed to do it. Olivia caught hold of the hem of her dress and pulled it up, right off, over her head. Her bra was almost as tiny as her g-string. The boys looked her body up and down, then looked at me. I couldn’t help but obey. They seemed to be so much in control. I pulled my top off, over my head. They stood there, their arms crossed. Olivia and I stood there in front of them.
One said ‘What are you waiting for, show us your tits’. Olivia and I looked at each other again. I saw something in her eyes. She was enjoying this. Then I realized so was I. We reached behind our back and unhooked our bras. Off they came. The boys stared at our breasts. One boy looked at the other and said ‘Not bad. Not bad at all. A good 9 out of 10. Maybe 10 out of 10’ We were having our breasts given marks out of 10. But, a score of 9 or 10 is pretty good, anyway.
The boy stood in front of me said ‘Take your skirt off’. I couldn’t resist his voice and I did. My stockings had come down a bit and I pulled them up, higher up my thighs. The boy in front of me said ‘9 or 10 for the legs, too, I recon’. Then he stepped closer to me and put his finger in the waist-band of my g-string, pulled it and let it go. He said ‘Take that off, now’. I pulled it down and stepped out of it. I was standing there in just my shoes, stockings and suspenders. I’d never felt so naked in my life. But I was loving it. Olivia didn’t need to be asked. She took her g-string off too.
The boys looked at us then they both started to feel us. Their hands were rough from putting the rides together and taking them apart every few days. The one in front of me felt my breasts, really groped them. Then his hands went all over me and I felt a finger enter my vagina. Then one said ‘Let’s swop over’ and they moved around and then the other one was feeling me. His hands were even rougher and they were everywhere, groping, feeling, probing my body. I suddenly realized that I’d just been fingered by two different boys within the space of a minute. That made me feel so, so horny. I was ready for anything now. Olivia was having the same treatment. I could hear her breathing harder and faster, then I realized I was, too. I couldn’t help it but I put my hand on the front of the jeans of my boy. He was hard. I could feel it. He said ‘Go on, get it out’. I fumbled with his zip and belt. I looked at Olivia. She already had her boy’s penis out in her hand and was gripping and pulling on it.
I got my boy’s penis out, too. It was massive. I could feel his fingers inside me now and I knew I was soaking wet. Olivia’s boy said to my boy ‘Which one do you want to fuck? Are you happy with the one you’ve got, right now?’ My boy looked down at my hand tight on his penis, and he said ‘Yes, this one will do fine for me’. I was so happy about that. I desperately wanted that huge penis up me. The other boy said ‘Right, let’s fuck them, close together, you know why’. They moved Olivia and I so we were right next to each other. Then they entered us. My boy’s penis was certainly the biggest I’ve ever had. He filled me up. As he thrust up me, one of his hands was on one of my breasts, groping it, but his other hand was on Olivia’s nearest breast. Olivia’s boy had one hand on her breast and one on one of mine. They were certainly having their fun with us. It was fantastic to have my breasts felt by two boys at once. That was the first time, but certainly not the last time boys have done that to me.
My boy had certainly done girls before. He was thrusting in me but also rubbing against my clit. I guess Olivia’s boy knew what he was doing, too. I heard her moan and moan, then a little gasp and then almost a tiny scream. She’d had an orgasm. With that, her boy thrusted and thrusted harder and harder in her, forgetting about satisfying her any more and just doing her for himself.
The ride up above us was so noisy. I guess they were managing without our two boys to spin the rides round.
My boy was now really rubbing up against my clit. I guess they were having a contest to see which of then would give a girl an orgasm. I gasped and my hands went onto his shoulders. I think my nails might have gone right through his skirt. I came. With that he gave up trying to pleasure me any more and just thrusted up me. He came a few moments later.
They slowly stopped the thrusting and took their penises out of us. One looked at each other and said ‘Fuck-rating?’ Mine said ‘Yeah, a good 9 or 10. Not bad at all’. The other boy, who’d had Olivia said ‘Yeah, and mine. A good 9 or maybe more’.
I wasn’t sure that we should be flattered, but I sort of was. They zipped up and walked out and left us there. Olivia looked at me and we both burst out laughing. She said ‘Sarah, do you know what we are? We’re sluts, aren’t we? Horny sluts’.
She was right. We’d just let two boys, we didn’t even know their names, have their fun with our bodies, and we’d loved it. We got dressed and left. My body have never been satisfied with one orgasm and I wanted to either get find another boy straight away or to go home and play with myself. I sort of hoped that the two boys would go out and send another two down. As long as they weren’t the clean-looking ones, I’d let them have me. Well they didn’t and we didn’t find any other suitable candidates on our way back from the strangest place that I’d ever had sex, underneath a fairground ride. I drove us home, looking out for suitable boys. There weren’t any. If there had have been, I would have stopped the car, got out and then leant back in, bending forward so I would be showing my stocking-tops. That always worked to get boys to stop and talk to me.
We got back to my place and I said to Olivia ‘Look, one orgasm always leaves me needing more. I’m just going up to my room to frig myself off. Back soon’. Olivia said ‘I’ll do it for you, if you do it for me’. I stared at her. She said ‘Look, I’m not a lesbian or bisexual in any way, but life’s for experimenting, isn’t it. You rub me and I’ll rub you’.
I could feel my face going red with embarrassment at the thought of another girl rubbing my clit. But, Olivia was right about experimenting. I caught hold of her hand, led her upstairs and we stripped off. We lay down on my bed and Olivia said ‘Just close your eyes and imagine it’s a man’s hand’. I did and spread my legs. Okay, all girls play with themselves is a bit of a different way, but when Olivia started to rub me, it felt good. Then it felt better. And better. I put a finger in me, imagining it was one of the boy’s fingers that had been up me just an hour ago. I came. Olivia said ‘That’s good, that’s a good girl’. She gave me a moment, then started on me again. Hell, she was good at it. Two orgasms later I was satisfied.
Now it was my turn to touch a girl between her legs for the first time. I put my fingers on her and started to rub in the way I like it. Olivia put her hand on mine and moved my fingers in a bit more of a circular motion. ‘Like that’ she said.
About 15 minutes later I was really proud of myself. I’d given my best friend five orgasms.
Afterwards we sat there naked and talked about boys, what we liked them to do to us, what we liked to do to them. I learned a lot that day and it certainly was the strangest place I’d ever had sex.
But, I woke up the following morning feeling even hornier. The feeling wouldn’t go away. I played with myself a few times but it didn’t help. I wanted a dick up me. I phoned Olivia but her phone was switched off and I remembered she was going away that day. All day I wondered what to do and by late afternoon I’d made up my mind. I was going back to the funfair.
I wore a short skirt and low-cut top, high-heel shoes and no underwear. So what if I went on that Waltzer ride and my skirt came up. I was feeling so horny that I wanted to expose myself to men. I’d strip naked on the ride if it meant I got some dick up me.
I drove to the funfair. I walked to where the Waltzer ride was and climbed the steps and stood there, wondering if I had the nerve to get on there and have my skirt blown up and for everyone to see me between my legs. Then suddenly three boys walked in front of me. One was the boy who’d had me the last night but the other two I didn’t recognize. The boy said ‘You are back then. Back for more of the same?’ My legs started to shake a bit. The boy said ‘We got into trouble for leaving the ride so long yesterday to fuck you and your friend so I’ve got to stay up here tonight. Buy my other friends don’t’. I looked at the other two boys. Rough and dirty as hell, with their hands and faces not looking at all clean. I looked at them and I wanted them. Both of them.
One of them caught hold of my hand and the three of us walked back down the steps and round the back of the ride. I ducked under the doorway and went inside. The boy who’d had me had obviously told them I was up for it.
One stood in front of me and put one of his hands on my right breast. He could feel through the thin top that I didn’t have a bra on and he grinned at me. The other boy went and stood behind me. He put his hand on the inside of my thigh, under my short skirt, and moved it up until it touched me, you know, between my legs. He ran his fingers between my lips. My legs were shaking and the next thrill was going to bring me to orgasm, I just knew. The boy in front of me let go of my breast and caught hold of the hem of my skirt and pulled it up. He looked down and grinned as he say I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The boy behind me stopped touching me there, put his hands on my waist under my top, ran them round to the front of my body and felt under my top so his hands were cupping my breasts. I was in heaven. His hands were really, really rough on my skin.
Then the boy in front of me put his hands between my legs and gently rubbed and squeezed my clit. I orgasmed. I just couldn’t help it. I came. My whole body shuddered and I gasped with the feeling. The boy behind me was really groping my breasts now and he said ‘Well, looks like we’ve got a fucking keen one here’.
‘Keen’, hell yes I was keen. Keen for dick. They pushed me down onto the grass. Then they pulled my top off. Then my skirt came off and I was lying naked, just in my shoes. They groped me. They felt me everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. They spread my legs as wide as they would go and held me open down there, between my legs. One of them started to suck my clit as his friend was fingering me. I came again. Then they were both lying either side of me, feeling my breasts with one hand each and sucking my nipples, while their other hands were between my legs. They both had a finger inside me at the same time, fingering me, right deep inside me. I came again. A long, shuddering orgasm. It was great but I wanted their dicks up me.
The two boys were groping and grabbing me now and I was getting desperate for their dicks. I tore at their belts and zips. They helped and these two, huge, I mean huge penises came into view. I grabbed them. I squeezed them. I felt their balls. I wanted them inside me. One of them said ‘Right, which of us is going to fuck her pussy and which is going to fuck her…….’. I can’t say what he said. I can’t tell you what those boys did to me that night. I’ve never let any boy or man do to me what those boys did ever since. I just can’t tell you. I’ll just say that I had trouble sitting down without any pain for the next two days.
They used and abused me and I loved every moment of it. They really used my body in the way lots of men dream of doing to a girl. It was so, so good. I’ve never had some of the things they did to me ever done to me again. I wouldn’t let any man do to me what I enjoyed those boys doing to me that night. I let them do whatever they wanted to do to me. I was so hot and horny that I couldn’t stop them and I wanted everything to happen to me. They got me in such exposed positions, looking at, licking, groping and probing every part of my body. It was fantastic. One of the boys managed to get his tongue right up inside my vagina, and other places, too, that I’m too embarrassed to mention.
At one moment, an old man came into the room. I mean really old, maybe 90. One of the boys said ‘Hey Grandad, come over here and have a look at this’. The old man hobbled over. The boy pushed my legs wide apart and held me open, down there, you know where I mean’. He said ‘When’s the last time you saw one of those, Grandad? Nice, eh?’ The old man stared at me, seeing everything I’ve got between my legs, leered at me and then hobbled away.
Eventually they’d finished with me. I was exhausted but so, so happy. They were just helping me to get dressed when a couple of other workers at the fair came in. They were a lot older than the two boys. A lot older. I was just putting my skirt on but my breasts were still bare. They looked at me and one said ‘Ah, just a quick feel, my love’ and they both walked over and put their hands on my breasts. They were quite old and their hands were really rough from all the work they’d done at the fair over the years. I just looked down at their hands, groping me and I started to feel horny, yet again.
Look, you’ll never tell anyone about this, ever, will you. You’ve got to promise’.
Yes Sarah, of course I promise. So, that’s a story about a horny slut, being told by a horny slut about herself. Oh no. I promised her I’d never tell anyone, didn’t I?
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