1 Baton, 5 Choir Girls - Sex Stories

1 Baton, 5 Choir Girls

... slowly, but Emily was already on the couch, her butt toward me, legs spread. I shoved my penis into her and started pushing. The girl’s breasts flopped on the back of the couch with every thrust. Suddenly Hally was there, rubbing Emily’s clit with her left hand. My first sex partner looked up at me and smiled. “Thought I’d give her a hand. You’re not going to last for very long.” “OUCH! Hey, that HURT!” I heard Kristen scream behind me. “You’ll thank me later,” Krista W. said and I heard a slap as she smacked the other girl’s bottom. “Now get over there.” Kristen appeared in my line of sight, a small amount of blood dribbling down her leg, I assumed from her cherry being popped by Krista W. She jumped up on the couch next to Emily, proffering herself in the same way. “Hold on a sec,” I heard Krista S. say and she was suddenly there, wiping away the blood with a pair of panties. “There.” I pulled out of Emily momentarily and thrust into Kristen, whose pussy was by far the tightest of the four I had already felt. She screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain while I pumped her, using up the last of my hard on. “Yes, keep going, give it to her, Brian,” Krista S. was saying from behind me as she rubbed my shoulders. “Let her feel you inside of her.” Meanwhile, Emily had stayed where she was, Hally continuing to rub her with her left hand. Now Hally also began to rub Kristen’s pussy, with her right hand of course. It didn’t take much longer for Emily to begin to jerk and ...

... spasm, almost kneeing Hally in the ribs. This must have set Kristen off, because she started to do the same thing. My now soft penis slid out of her as Hally helped her finish off her orgasm. I felt the hands on my shoulders pull away and Krista S. took me by the hand. She smiled at me as I tried to stammer out an apology for not being hard enough to do her yet. “The night isn’t over, Brian. Now lay down and relax for a bit while we help you get hard again.” During all of this, Krista W. must have been hard at work, because several couch cushions now lay on the floor. As I lay down, I noticed that Krista W. held her own black panties. She began to wipe away Kristen’s blood from my penis and upper thighs. Krista S. knelt over me, rubbing her hands on my temples and chest, giving me a wonderful view of her perfect, tiny breasts. Her blonde hair cascaded down around her body and sometimes brushed against my skin, tickling it. She had a content smile on her beautiful face. Something wet touched my penis and I looked down to see Krista W. giving my soft member a blow job. She released it for a moment and looked up at me. “I really do think small, soft dicks are cute,” she said, giggling, and then went back to work. Even though arousal wasn’t yet possible, the blow job in conjunction with the other Krista’s massage was amazing. I heard the other three girls talking in the distance, but didn’t register that they were talking about me until Kristen and Emily knelt on either side of me, ...