Sarah and Sister Theresa
- 2 years ago
- 31
- 0
Ex-girlfriend, Sarah The Slut free porn video
Well, Chris, Sarah’s new boyfriend, did Sarah ever tell you about what happened just before she left her hometown, when she was 19? She told me, and I’m sure you would love to hear yet again just what a horny slut she is.
One time on holiday, Sarah and I were out having an evening meal. We’d had a couple of bottles of wine and Sarah started on vodka and tonic. Whenever she started on those, the truth always came out. I asked her how old she was when she left Nottingham, her home town in the UK, and why she’d never been back. This is what she told me:
‘Oh I could never go back there. I might meet some of the boys who… well, I’d be embarrassed. I mean it was great fun at the time, but…. Okay, I’ve never told anyone about that evening, but sometimes I think some of the memories might go if I told someone. You are going to think I’m terrible.
Okay, well, it was a week before I was due to leave the city to move down here. I went to a party along with some other people from the office where I was working. Some of the men, well boys really, about 17 to 21 years old, I really fancied, but the company has a policy of getting rid of anyone dating a co-worker.
I felt really horny that night and when I was getting ready, I secretly hoped that one of the boys I fancied would get to see what I was wearing under my black skirt and white blouse. I put on a half-cup bra that pushed my breasts right up. Then I put on a pair of completely seamless black tights (Note to all non-UK readers of this. Pantyhose are called tights in the UK). I loved them since they didn’t have any seams at all and showed everything though the thin nylon. The last thing I was going to do was to ruin the effect with wearing a g-string with it.
I made a mental note not to bend down later in front of people, since the skirt was flared and quite short. The party was held in a huge country manor house and it was going well and a lot of the boys were looking at me. I felt so, so horny and it was as though they could see that I was hardly wearing anything underneath. Like now, I’d started on the vodka and tonics and I’d had quite a few. I picked my drink up off a low table and realised I’d forgotten my mental note not to bend forward. As I straightened up I glanced at the men behind me and they were grinning. I’d obviously showed them by bottom as I’d bent forward. Now, that made me feel even hornier.
Later, after a whole load more vodkas, I knew I was getting out of control and my dancing was getting wilder and sexier, but I didn’t care. I was just getting another drink when the men who’d seem up my skirt came over and stared talking to me. They were saying such nice things to me and I wanted to please them. One of them said ‘You’ve got a fantastic figure, we’d love to see more of it. What about a little strip for us and a couple of our friends? There’s a back room with a table on it – we can lock the door, so it’d just be a little show for us. Go on, you’ve got an amazing figure’. I can’t believe it now, I really can’t believe it, but I agreed. I was out of control, high on vodka and all I wanted to do what to show my body off to men.
One of them went away for a moment, then came back. He said ‘Okay, it’s just a few of us’ and he led me by the hand though some corridors to a large room. He led me in there and there were about 4 or 5 other men in there, all looking very hopeful. They locked the door and put some music on. I couldn’t believe what I was going to do, but I’d said yes and anyway, I felt so, so horny. There was a huge dining table in the centre of the room. I walked over to it, lifted myself backward onto the top, so I was sitting on it, then lifted my legs up and swivelled round to put my feet up on the table. As I did, I knew I was going to show all the men my legs right up to my bottom and I did, and they loved it.
I stood up on the table, not caring that my high-heel shoes were going to ruin the finish. I didn’t care, all I wanted was to show myself off to these men. They gathered round the edge of the table, already being able to see up my miniskirt. I danced right up to the edge so they could look right up it. I wondered if they could see right up to the top of my legs, to the thin strip of hair I had left there, when I’d shaved my, well, you know, my lips down there.
They were cheering and clapping and I felt so sexy. I started to undo my blouse at the front and 8 pairs of eyes moved from looking up my skirt to my breasts, as I gradually exposed them. My bra, well, I said it was half-cup, but it didn’t even cover my nipples. The blouse came off and they were cheering like crazy. I knew what they wanted to see and I lent right forward so my breasts and my nipples, that were poking right out over the cups of my bra, were closer to them and they looked at them. Having eight pairs of eyes all looking at my breasts was a fantastic feeling.
I undid my skirt and it fell down to my ankles. All those eight pairs of eyes that had been fixed on my breasts now went straight to, well, between my legs. Their mouths were open wide as they realised they could see right through the thin, black nylon of my tights to my lips. I danced around, giving them a show. Then they looked back up at my breasts and started to chant ‘off, off, off’. My bra undid at the front and I unhooked it and pulled it apart quickly, then closed it up again, giving them a quick flash of my breasts. They went crazy. All their eyes were looking at me with a pleading look, all desperate, really desperate to see my breasts naked. How could I let them down? I opened my bra up and slipped it off, then put my arms out to either side of me and shook my shoulders, so my breasts wobbled.
It felt amazing, having control of these 8 men. I was standing there, just in that thin black pair of tights and black high-heel shoes, with eight pairs of eyes roaming all over my body. It was fantastic, but I didn’t want to go any further. I knew they wanted my to take my tights off, but, well, I was showing them everything I’ve got anyway. Just then the music ended and I said ‘That’s it boys, the show’s over’. They looked so disappointed. I stated to get down off the table, and that’s when it happened. As I reached back onto the table for my bra, one of them grabbed one of my breasts. It was as if an electric shock of sexiness went through my entire body. I just let him feel me. I turned back round to face them, just with my bra held in my hand, making no effort to put it on, just looking at them, hoping……. and they did. Another man reached out and squeezed one of my breasts. The feeling between my legs grew stronger and stronger. I looked down at his hand as he groped me, loving that mad, crazy, sexy feeling between my legs. Then another hand was on me, then more hands. They pushed me back down on the table and their hands were all over my body, almost fighting each other to grope and grab my legs and breasts.
I’d fantasised in the past what it would be like to be felt-up by a group of men. Well, it was amazing. I’d never had a feeling like that before. Their hands were all over me, groping, grabbing, squeezing, fondling. I was in heaven. Then I heard one of them say ‘Let’s pull her tights down’ and someone caught hold of my ankles, lifted them right up in the air and I felt other hands on the waistband of my tight pulling them down. They put my feet back down to the floor and my tights were right down to my ankles. I was completely exposed to their eyes and hands. And their hands were everywhere. Suddenly I felt a finger go up inside my vagina. Another man, or maybe the same one, was playing with my clitoris, and………well, I came. I orgasmed right there, with 8 men groping, squeezing and fingering me.
Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door and shouts from outside. Then men quickly backed off me. I pulled my tights up, found my bra, blouse and skirt and quickly put them on. One of the men said ‘Pretend nothing’s happened. Everyone sit down’. We all did and one of the men walked to the door and unlocked it. Someone, I think the owner of the place walked in and said ‘What’s going on in here, I heard shouting?’ We all looked innocent and one of the men said ‘Oh we were just laughing and joking. Nothing to worry about’. The man looked suspiciously at us, but said nothing and walked out. I was so glad he didn’t seen the heel marks that my shoes had left on his polished table top.
We all left the room. I went back to where the drinks were and poured myself a strong one. I was shaking, partly due to almost being found out, but mainly because I couldn’t get the wonderful thought out of my mind about how it felt to be, well, felt-up by 8 men at once. If I’d felt horny before, that was nothing compared to how I felt now. The problem is that one orgasm, as you know, if never enough for me. I needed cock. I craved cock. I was desperate for cock.
I downed my drink, poured another one and went upstairs to find a quiet bedroom. It was either cock or I would have to frig myself off. The feeling of only having one orgasm was terrible.
I found a quiet room and sat on a bed. I was wondering if I should lock the door and starting playing with myself, when there was a quiet knock at the door and it opened. Standing there were three guys, two from the office, the ones I’d always fancied. The third one I hadn’t seen before. None of them had been there when I’d stripped. One of them said ‘Are you okay? We saw you walking up the stairs looking really sad and we thought we’d just check you were okay’. I sensed that they hadn’t heard about my strip, but were just genuinely concerned.
I beckoned them into the room. I walked up to the one I fancied the most and said ‘Look, I’m leaving Nottingham next week so I’ll never get the chance to do this again’ and I put my arms round his neck and kissed him. At first he seemed shocked, but soon responded when I put my tongue in his mouth. His arms went round me as he kissed me back. Then one of his hands went down and squeezed my bottom. I responded by thrusting my groin right up against where his penis would be. He soon got the message and I felt his hand go down to the hem of my miniskirt. He put his hand on my leg and moved it up until it was on my bottom. He squeezed it and I thrust myself even harder against his penis, which I could now feel was growing and pushing back at me.
I didn’t want his penis in his pants, I wanted it inside my vagina. I broke away from him, stood back and said to one of the others. ‘Go and lock the door’. He did, then came back. I stood there in front of them and said ‘Okay boys, what do you want to do to me?’
The one I’d kissed reached out and undid a button on my blouse. I didn’t stop him so he undid another one. My blouse opened up a bit and I heard a sharp intake of breath from both the men either side of me. They could see more than the man in front of me and I knew they could see my breasts and nipples. Soon he had undone my blouse and I looked down. My nipples were poking out over the cups of my bra and they were so, so erect. The two men either side of me pulled the blouse off my shoulders and off me. All three of them just stood there, staring at my breasts. I said ‘It opens at the front’ and my favourite man grinned reached out to my bra between my breasts and undid it. It just fell off me. They all looked at me, then one of them saw the zipper at the side of my dress. He undid the button and pulled the zip down. My skirt just fell off my down to my ankles.
They stood back and looked at me. I was standing there in front of three, very fanciable men, with my breasts naked and my barely-black tights not hiding anything. I was shaking slightly, with pleasure and desire for their penises. My favourite man reached out with both hands and cupped them over my breasts. I couldn’t help it but a moan came out of my mouth and I shook even more with pleasure. He said ‘Wow, firm tits. What do you think, guys?’ and as he let go of them the men either side of me reached out and fondled one each. I closed my eyes, loving having my breasts felt by two such good looking men.
I suddenly realised my favourite man had squatted down in front of me. His hands went to the waistband of my tights and for the second time tonight, I had my tights pulled down. I put my hand on the arm of one of the men who were fondling my breasts for balance and lifted one leg up so my favourite man could pull them of my foot. He pulled my shoe off, pulled the tights off and then put the shoe back on. As he did, he looked at me between my legs. With my leg up then he could clearly see my lips, between my legs. He looked and said ‘Hummm, pretty pussy’. Then the other leg, and I was standing in front of them naked apart from my shoes, still having my breasts fondled.
My favourite man said ‘Let’s take her over to the bed’ and they led me over there. I sat on the edge of the bed and lay back with my arms above my head so my back was arched, pushing my breasts up. My favourite started to unbutton his shirt and pulled at his zip. I glanced at the other two and said ‘Come on, you two as well, strip off. You’ve seen me naked. Now it’s my turn to see you’. They grinned and stripped too. When their boxer shorts came off, well, their erections pointed right up. Until then, I’d never seen such, well, erect erections. It was a large king-sized bed and the two lay down beside me and started to kiss and grope my breasts. I couldn’t help myself and reached sideways and held each of their penises in my hands. They were rock-hard. So, hard and it was wonderful to think that my body, the sight of my flesh and the feel of my breasts, were making them so hard.
My favourite man squatted down in front of me and pushed my knees apart. He ran his hands up the inside of my thighs, right up to that place between my legs that so many men have wanted to go, and actually, quite a few have got there. He said ‘Fuck, you are soaking wet, girl’ and I knew that I was. Not for the first time tonight, I felt a finger enter my vagina. Then he put his head between my legs and nibbled my clit. Well, not for the first time tonight, I orgasmed. I couldn’t hide it, even if I wanted to. My whole body shuddered with pleasure. I was still clinging onto the other boys’ penises and they were still feeling my breasts and nibbling my nipples.
My favourite man let my orgasm subside, then he did what I was desperate for, he half got on top of me, pushing his body up with his hands on the bed and his penis entered me. It was big, hard and wonderful. He slowly pushed in and out of me. I wanted his to go quicker, but then he put his pubic bone right against me clitoris and moved his hips in a circular motion. Oh hell, I orgasmed again, shuddering and shaking with pleasure.
He slowed right down to let my orgasm subside, then said ‘Now it’s my turn’ and he started to thrust and pound his penis up me. He said to the other two ‘bounce her tits. I love to see girls tits bouncing around’. The two others stopped nibbling my nipples, put their hands on the lower part of my breasts and bounced and wobbled them. The man inside me just stared at my wobbling breasts as he pounded me, then I felt him ejaculate up me. I orgasmed again, too. He said ‘Fuck, you go well, girl’. I felt like a slut and I loved it. Sometimes a girl has to let herself go. After he had jerked and twitched for a moment, he withdrew his penis from me.
Now was the awkward moment. Would the other two guys want ‘sloppy-seconds’ up me after I’d just been ejaculated inside? One said ‘What about a tit wank?’ He got on top of me, put his penis between my breasts, pressing them onto the shaft of his penis and thrust back and fore. It didn’t take him more than 20 seconds to ejaculate over my breasts. That was a first for me. Now I felt even more like a slut, but still loved it.
I wondered what the third one would want. Well, I knew really that he’d want a blow-job, but I’ve never done that for any man and I never will. Well, I did it anyway. Other girls had told me how to do it. I ran my tongue round the end of his penis and caressed his balls. Then I put it in my mouth and sucked on it. Wow, what a feeling to have a twitching, hard cock against my tongue. It took him maybe 30 seconds before I knew he was going to ejaculate. But, not in my mouth. I moved my head back and held his penis in my hand, tightly. Well, it went everywhere, all over my face, in my hair and everywhere.
Then it was over and time to clear up. They were really nice and ran a hot shower for me, washed his cum out of my hair, soaped my body and cleaned me all over. Okay, they only did it so that they could feel me some more, but that was fine.
So, now I’ve told you the biggest secret of my life. You’ll never tell anyone, will you.
Oh, not Sarah, of course I wouldn’t ever tell anyone. Least of all your new boyfriend, Chris, and all of the guys on xHamster.
One time on holiday, Sarah and I were out having an evening meal. We’d had a couple of bottles of wine and Sarah started on vodka and tonic. Whenever she started on those, the truth always came out. I asked her how old she was when she left Nottingham, her home town in the UK, and why she’d never been back. This is what she told me:
‘Oh I could never go back there. I might meet some of the boys who… well, I’d be embarrassed. I mean it was great fun at the time, but…. Okay, I’ve never told anyone about that evening, but sometimes I think some of the memories might go if I told someone. You are going to think I’m terrible.
Okay, well, it was a week before I was due to leave the city to move down here. I went to a party along with some other people from the office where I was working. Some of the men, well boys really, about 17 to 21 years old, I really fancied, but the company has a policy of getting rid of anyone dating a co-worker.
I felt really horny that night and when I was getting ready, I secretly hoped that one of the boys I fancied would get to see what I was wearing under my black skirt and white blouse. I put on a half-cup bra that pushed my breasts right up. Then I put on a pair of completely seamless black tights (Note to all non-UK readers of this. Pantyhose are called tights in the UK). I loved them since they didn’t have any seams at all and showed everything though the thin nylon. The last thing I was going to do was to ruin the effect with wearing a g-string with it.
I made a mental note not to bend down later in front of people, since the skirt was flared and quite short. The party was held in a huge country manor house and it was going well and a lot of the boys were looking at me. I felt so, so horny and it was as though they could see that I was hardly wearing anything underneath. Like now, I’d started on the vodka and tonics and I’d had quite a few. I picked my drink up off a low table and realised I’d forgotten my mental note not to bend forward. As I straightened up I glanced at the men behind me and they were grinning. I’d obviously showed them by bottom as I’d bent forward. Now, that made me feel even hornier.
Later, after a whole load more vodkas, I knew I was getting out of control and my dancing was getting wilder and sexier, but I didn’t care. I was just getting another drink when the men who’d seem up my skirt came over and stared talking to me. They were saying such nice things to me and I wanted to please them. One of them said ‘You’ve got a fantastic figure, we’d love to see more of it. What about a little strip for us and a couple of our friends? There’s a back room with a table on it – we can lock the door, so it’d just be a little show for us. Go on, you’ve got an amazing figure’. I can’t believe it now, I really can’t believe it, but I agreed. I was out of control, high on vodka and all I wanted to do what to show my body off to men.
One of them went away for a moment, then came back. He said ‘Okay, it’s just a few of us’ and he led me by the hand though some corridors to a large room. He led me in there and there were about 4 or 5 other men in there, all looking very hopeful. They locked the door and put some music on. I couldn’t believe what I was going to do, but I’d said yes and anyway, I felt so, so horny. There was a huge dining table in the centre of the room. I walked over to it, lifted myself backward onto the top, so I was sitting on it, then lifted my legs up and swivelled round to put my feet up on the table. As I did, I knew I was going to show all the men my legs right up to my bottom and I did, and they loved it.
I stood up on the table, not caring that my high-heel shoes were going to ruin the finish. I didn’t care, all I wanted was to show myself off to these men. They gathered round the edge of the table, already being able to see up my miniskirt. I danced right up to the edge so they could look right up it. I wondered if they could see right up to the top of my legs, to the thin strip of hair I had left there, when I’d shaved my, well, you know, my lips down there.
They were cheering and clapping and I felt so sexy. I started to undo my blouse at the front and 8 pairs of eyes moved from looking up my skirt to my breasts, as I gradually exposed them. My bra, well, I said it was half-cup, but it didn’t even cover my nipples. The blouse came off and they were cheering like crazy. I knew what they wanted to see and I lent right forward so my breasts and my nipples, that were poking right out over the cups of my bra, were closer to them and they looked at them. Having eight pairs of eyes all looking at my breasts was a fantastic feeling.
I undid my skirt and it fell down to my ankles. All those eight pairs of eyes that had been fixed on my breasts now went straight to, well, between my legs. Their mouths were open wide as they realised they could see right through the thin, black nylon of my tights to my lips. I danced around, giving them a show. Then they looked back up at my breasts and started to chant ‘off, off, off’. My bra undid at the front and I unhooked it and pulled it apart quickly, then closed it up again, giving them a quick flash of my breasts. They went crazy. All their eyes were looking at me with a pleading look, all desperate, really desperate to see my breasts naked. How could I let them down? I opened my bra up and slipped it off, then put my arms out to either side of me and shook my shoulders, so my breasts wobbled.
It felt amazing, having control of these 8 men. I was standing there, just in that thin black pair of tights and black high-heel shoes, with eight pairs of eyes roaming all over my body. It was fantastic, but I didn’t want to go any further. I knew they wanted my to take my tights off, but, well, I was showing them everything I’ve got anyway. Just then the music ended and I said ‘That’s it boys, the show’s over’. They looked so disappointed. I stated to get down off the table, and that’s when it happened. As I reached back onto the table for my bra, one of them grabbed one of my breasts. It was as if an electric shock of sexiness went through my entire body. I just let him feel me. I turned back round to face them, just with my bra held in my hand, making no effort to put it on, just looking at them, hoping……. and they did. Another man reached out and squeezed one of my breasts. The feeling between my legs grew stronger and stronger. I looked down at his hand as he groped me, loving that mad, crazy, sexy feeling between my legs. Then another hand was on me, then more hands. They pushed me back down on the table and their hands were all over my body, almost fighting each other to grope and grab my legs and breasts.
I’d fantasised in the past what it would be like to be felt-up by a group of men. Well, it was amazing. I’d never had a feeling like that before. Their hands were all over me, groping, grabbing, squeezing, fondling. I was in heaven. Then I heard one of them say ‘Let’s pull her tights down’ and someone caught hold of my ankles, lifted them right up in the air and I felt other hands on the waistband of my tight pulling them down. They put my feet back down to the floor and my tights were right down to my ankles. I was completely exposed to their eyes and hands. And their hands were everywhere. Suddenly I felt a finger go up inside my vagina. Another man, or maybe the same one, was playing with my clitoris, and………well, I came. I orgasmed right there, with 8 men groping, squeezing and fingering me.
Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door and shouts from outside. Then men quickly backed off me. I pulled my tights up, found my bra, blouse and skirt and quickly put them on. One of the men said ‘Pretend nothing’s happened. Everyone sit down’. We all did and one of the men walked to the door and unlocked it. Someone, I think the owner of the place walked in and said ‘What’s going on in here, I heard shouting?’ We all looked innocent and one of the men said ‘Oh we were just laughing and joking. Nothing to worry about’. The man looked suspiciously at us, but said nothing and walked out. I was so glad he didn’t seen the heel marks that my shoes had left on his polished table top.
We all left the room. I went back to where the drinks were and poured myself a strong one. I was shaking, partly due to almost being found out, but mainly because I couldn’t get the wonderful thought out of my mind about how it felt to be, well, felt-up by 8 men at once. If I’d felt horny before, that was nothing compared to how I felt now. The problem is that one orgasm, as you know, if never enough for me. I needed cock. I craved cock. I was desperate for cock.
I downed my drink, poured another one and went upstairs to find a quiet bedroom. It was either cock or I would have to frig myself off. The feeling of only having one orgasm was terrible.
I found a quiet room and sat on a bed. I was wondering if I should lock the door and starting playing with myself, when there was a quiet knock at the door and it opened. Standing there were three guys, two from the office, the ones I’d always fancied. The third one I hadn’t seen before. None of them had been there when I’d stripped. One of them said ‘Are you okay? We saw you walking up the stairs looking really sad and we thought we’d just check you were okay’. I sensed that they hadn’t heard about my strip, but were just genuinely concerned.
I beckoned them into the room. I walked up to the one I fancied the most and said ‘Look, I’m leaving Nottingham next week so I’ll never get the chance to do this again’ and I put my arms round his neck and kissed him. At first he seemed shocked, but soon responded when I put my tongue in his mouth. His arms went round me as he kissed me back. Then one of his hands went down and squeezed my bottom. I responded by thrusting my groin right up against where his penis would be. He soon got the message and I felt his hand go down to the hem of my miniskirt. He put his hand on my leg and moved it up until it was on my bottom. He squeezed it and I thrust myself even harder against his penis, which I could now feel was growing and pushing back at me.
I didn’t want his penis in his pants, I wanted it inside my vagina. I broke away from him, stood back and said to one of the others. ‘Go and lock the door’. He did, then came back. I stood there in front of them and said ‘Okay boys, what do you want to do to me?’
The one I’d kissed reached out and undid a button on my blouse. I didn’t stop him so he undid another one. My blouse opened up a bit and I heard a sharp intake of breath from both the men either side of me. They could see more than the man in front of me and I knew they could see my breasts and nipples. Soon he had undone my blouse and I looked down. My nipples were poking out over the cups of my bra and they were so, so erect. The two men either side of me pulled the blouse off my shoulders and off me. All three of them just stood there, staring at my breasts. I said ‘It opens at the front’ and my favourite man grinned reached out to my bra between my breasts and undid it. It just fell off me. They all looked at me, then one of them saw the zipper at the side of my dress. He undid the button and pulled the zip down. My skirt just fell off my down to my ankles.
They stood back and looked at me. I was standing there in front of three, very fanciable men, with my breasts naked and my barely-black tights not hiding anything. I was shaking slightly, with pleasure and desire for their penises. My favourite man reached out with both hands and cupped them over my breasts. I couldn’t help it but a moan came out of my mouth and I shook even more with pleasure. He said ‘Wow, firm tits. What do you think, guys?’ and as he let go of them the men either side of me reached out and fondled one each. I closed my eyes, loving having my breasts felt by two such good looking men.
I suddenly realised my favourite man had squatted down in front of me. His hands went to the waistband of my tights and for the second time tonight, I had my tights pulled down. I put my hand on the arm of one of the men who were fondling my breasts for balance and lifted one leg up so my favourite man could pull them of my foot. He pulled my shoe off, pulled the tights off and then put the shoe back on. As he did, he looked at me between my legs. With my leg up then he could clearly see my lips, between my legs. He looked and said ‘Hummm, pretty pussy’. Then the other leg, and I was standing in front of them naked apart from my shoes, still having my breasts fondled.
My favourite man said ‘Let’s take her over to the bed’ and they led me over there. I sat on the edge of the bed and lay back with my arms above my head so my back was arched, pushing my breasts up. My favourite started to unbutton his shirt and pulled at his zip. I glanced at the other two and said ‘Come on, you two as well, strip off. You’ve seen me naked. Now it’s my turn to see you’. They grinned and stripped too. When their boxer shorts came off, well, their erections pointed right up. Until then, I’d never seen such, well, erect erections. It was a large king-sized bed and the two lay down beside me and started to kiss and grope my breasts. I couldn’t help myself and reached sideways and held each of their penises in my hands. They were rock-hard. So, hard and it was wonderful to think that my body, the sight of my flesh and the feel of my breasts, were making them so hard.
My favourite man squatted down in front of me and pushed my knees apart. He ran his hands up the inside of my thighs, right up to that place between my legs that so many men have wanted to go, and actually, quite a few have got there. He said ‘Fuck, you are soaking wet, girl’ and I knew that I was. Not for the first time tonight, I felt a finger enter my vagina. Then he put his head between my legs and nibbled my clit. Well, not for the first time tonight, I orgasmed. I couldn’t hide it, even if I wanted to. My whole body shuddered with pleasure. I was still clinging onto the other boys’ penises and they were still feeling my breasts and nibbling my nipples.
My favourite man let my orgasm subside, then he did what I was desperate for, he half got on top of me, pushing his body up with his hands on the bed and his penis entered me. It was big, hard and wonderful. He slowly pushed in and out of me. I wanted his to go quicker, but then he put his pubic bone right against me clitoris and moved his hips in a circular motion. Oh hell, I orgasmed again, shuddering and shaking with pleasure.
He slowed right down to let my orgasm subside, then said ‘Now it’s my turn’ and he started to thrust and pound his penis up me. He said to the other two ‘bounce her tits. I love to see girls tits bouncing around’. The two others stopped nibbling my nipples, put their hands on the lower part of my breasts and bounced and wobbled them. The man inside me just stared at my wobbling breasts as he pounded me, then I felt him ejaculate up me. I orgasmed again, too. He said ‘Fuck, you go well, girl’. I felt like a slut and I loved it. Sometimes a girl has to let herself go. After he had jerked and twitched for a moment, he withdrew his penis from me.
Now was the awkward moment. Would the other two guys want ‘sloppy-seconds’ up me after I’d just been ejaculated inside? One said ‘What about a tit wank?’ He got on top of me, put his penis between my breasts, pressing them onto the shaft of his penis and thrust back and fore. It didn’t take him more than 20 seconds to ejaculate over my breasts. That was a first for me. Now I felt even more like a slut, but still loved it.
I wondered what the third one would want. Well, I knew really that he’d want a blow-job, but I’ve never done that for any man and I never will. Well, I did it anyway. Other girls had told me how to do it. I ran my tongue round the end of his penis and caressed his balls. Then I put it in my mouth and sucked on it. Wow, what a feeling to have a twitching, hard cock against my tongue. It took him maybe 30 seconds before I knew he was going to ejaculate. But, not in my mouth. I moved my head back and held his penis in my hand, tightly. Well, it went everywhere, all over my face, in my hair and everywhere.
Then it was over and time to clear up. They were really nice and ran a hot shower for me, washed his cum out of my hair, soaped my body and cleaned me all over. Okay, they only did it so that they could feel me some more, but that was fine.
So, now I’ve told you the biggest secret of my life. You’ll never tell anyone, will you.
Oh, not Sarah, of course I wouldn’t ever tell anyone. Least of all your new boyfriend, Chris, and all of the guys on xHamster.
Cheryl
- 25.07.2022
- 28
- 0
Sarah s StoryChapter 7 Sarah and Deedi
- 2 years ago
- 49
- 0
Training Sarah PArt Ten Gail becomes Sarah s cunt
- 3 years ago
- 47
- 0
